i am so sorry and i love you all

ravenreyamidala  asked:

So is "In Other Lands" just a print copy of Turn of the Story? Or did you add more to it? I'm a little confused. I love love love love Turn of the Story, and would love to get my hands on a print copy, but I'm a little confused, because I thought that if you put something out there for people to read for free, you are not exactly able to sell it because of copyright things?

I am so sorry for your confusion! But I am so happy that you would like to be able to read. I will attempt to explain all the things.

IN OTHER LANDS isn’t just TURN OF THE STORY–it has an extra third of the book added, both in ‘what happens next’ for our three main characters (the traditional combo, found in many high schools, of nerd, jock, and elven warrior maid): Elliot, Luke and Serene, and beforehand. 

For those who have read the short story WINGS IN THE MORNING, which is from Luke’s POV, there’s the events WINGS IN THE MORNING from Elliot’s POV, and beyond–the book closes with the three students finishing their final year of training in the Border camp. There is also more of Elliot’s life before he is recruited into fantasy world–we see Elliot’s relationship with his schoolmates, which is Not So Great–and new scenes woven through his adventures, trying to make friends… and trying not to make friends.

It’s also been edited. Editing is tricky when there is already a version available for the public. C.S. Pacat’s first two books in the (lyrically written by the way!) Captive Prince trilogy went through a similar process, I believe: on one hand, an excellent editor’s eye cannot help but improve things. On the other, I wanted to be very sure I wouldn’t cut anything that might be someone’s favourite scene. Once you release something to the wild, it’s not just your story anymore. 

So I really didn’t cut much at all, even though this means it is now a long book! I hope you guys will forgive me and like it anyway. However, such incidents as the rebellion at the training camp are–I hope–more sensical. We were looking at the story in an effort to smooth and enrich what was already there. Maybe a way to think of it is: we (my fabulous editor Kelly Link and I) turned delicious strawberry juice into a (hopefully) even more delicious strawberry milkshake.

And I hope you all like the mermaid milkshake of IN OTHER LANDS.

(Oh no, I made it weird.)

soooooo i just hit 4k followers on this hellsite and i thought to celebrate i would do my first follow forever !!! why any of you follow me is a mystery to me bc im obnoxious as fuck but thank you anyways !!!!

while i would love to tag all of my mutuals i follow an insane amount of people and i probably have well over 500 mutuals (that’s so many oh my god who am i) !!! so ill just be tagging mutuals i talk to or that im always seeing in my notifs !!!!! if i forget anyone im so sorry but im kinda stupid so it’s to be expected !!

my loves:

@hoteldumorts - olive i loathe you but we’ve been friends for so long and i don’t know what i would do if i didn’t have you to make up a billion malec headcanons with, talk about MY matt daddy, or make fun of for being in love with shakespeare 

@clarygaywood - rina !!!!!! u were my first friend on here and even though ur mean to me for changing my theme every day im so glad we started talking !!! ur a gorgeous ass makeup hoe and my life would be meaningless without ur 300 second long snapchat rants :-)

@spacelightwood - chlo ur so brilliant and beautiful and u have the cutest accent in the whole world !!!! im sorry i just lost our snapchat streak i suck but i hope u can forgive me :( and ur drunk like 99% of the time, ur probably drunk right now, drink some water and go to bed :)

@magnusragnor - omg elle we just recently became friends but i don’t care you’re literally ALWAYS in my notifs and i love going and looking at your tags on my posts !!!! they are always so sweet and i can’t wait to get to know you better !!!!

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200+ Follower Give away!!!

WOW! I can’t believe how many people watch me!!! ;w; I am so grateful!

So I am going to do a little give away!

Only those that follow me are allowed to Enter.

One reblog and/or like Will enter you in! Multiple reblogs are nice but not necessary to enter.

Grand prize:

One full colored piece of your character with a background!

Second place:

A cute Chibi of your OC!

Third place:

A doodle!


This was all I could really think of…Sorry if I can’t think of any thing else!

Please enter by July 10th!!!

Thank you guys for making me feel so loved!

anonymous asked:

I don't care if your spending more time on volleyball then me cause I know that's you're passionate about and I respect that. I want to let you know that you should not push yourself to much cause I all ready know you're strong and powerful. The only reason why I am saying that because I really care about you and love you for who you are because your one of the sweetest guy I ever meet Tooru I love you and always will stay by your side no matter what. (how would he fell if his S/O told him this

Sorry for taking so long, had to make a last minute trip to Austin! Today is also the one year anniversary of when I started this blog! 


Originally posted by its-hiyori-chii

“Go Oikawa, go!” You yelled to your hard working, volleyball playing boyfriend. You clasped your hands as Oikawa was fixing to serve for the final point of the game. You enjoyed watching Tooru play more than anything, even though he had been too busy with practice to see you lately. That didn’t matter though, you wanted him to focus on his career as a volleyball player. Sure you missed him, and the only time you got to see him was at his games, but you were just happy to be a part of his life. The crowd cheered as Oikawa served and his teammates landed the finishing spike. You stood up and cheered as loud as you could, feeling excited for your boyfriend and his team! He looked up to the stands and gave you a kind smile.

After the match, the two of you met up outside of the gym. Oikawa practically ran to you, engulfing you in his muscular arms. “I’ve missed you so much (Y/n)-chan! I’m sorry we haven’t been able to spend a lot of time together…” You shook your head, reassuring the beautiful setter. “It’s fine Tooru, I’m glad that you’re working hard toward your dream!” You said, giving him your biggest smile. He looked at you, his face turning somewhat serious. “It’s not ok. Not at all. I’m the luckiest guy in the world and you deserve a man that will make time for you. A man who loves his girlfriend would try his absolute best to be with her, and I haven’t been that man. I’m so sorry, I promise you, I’ll try harder!” His arms wrapped around you even tighter. 

You wanted to support his dream more than anything. No matter how much you missed him, you had to let him know that you would always support him, no matter what! Finally, after taking a deep breath, you told him how you felt. “Tooru-chan…I don’t care if you’re spending more time on volleyball than me, because I know that’s what you’re passionate about and I respect that. I want to let you know that you shouldn’t push yourself so hard because I already know that you’re strong and powerful. The reason why I’m saying this is because I care about you and love you for who you are because…you’re one of the sweetest guys I have ever met. Tooru, I love you and always will stay by your side no matter what.” 

Before you knew it, tears were slowly dripping down his face, landing on your flushed cheeks. “Thank you (Y/n)…thank you for saying that!” Not letting you out of his warm embrace he continued to thank you. “I won’t give up on us (Y/n)! I’ll work harder than I ever have at not only volleyball, but on us. You’re the most important person in my life and I want to be a man you can be proud of. So please, continue to be patient with me, and know that I love you with all of my heart.” Now you were the one who was crying, “Ok Tooru…I’ll wait. I’ll wait for you no matter how long it takes!” The two of you stayed in each others arms for what seemed like forever as you took in one another’s words to heart.

Thanks for requesting! (And thanks to everyone who has made this blog possible and for being with me for one year!)

Everything || Negan

Summary: Lucille was Negan’s everything… it has taken death for him to realize that.

Warnings: blood, guts, cursing, anger, sadness

Words: 1538

Note: so, the other day I was writing for my fic (the one i have yet to finish and post lol) and I got this sudden idea for a Negan one shot! I decided to write it because my ass needed a break from all the other stuff I was writing. I tagged the people who liked and/or reblogged the post because I figured you guys might be interested in reading the one shot idea in full (I’m sorry if you didn’t.). much love to everyone and I hope you guys enjoy!

Tags: @jasoncrouse @gerard-butler @i-am-negan-trash @ceecaw @puma67 @ladyynegan @lone-emo-wolf @trevor-philips-incorp @roguesandsaviors @justsomefalsehope @negans-network @hawtdiggitynegan @milarca 

P.S.: many of the lines included below are from the beginning comics of “Here’s Negan” so, if you’ve read them, you’ll recognize them. I changed some of them up a bit so that people who haven’t read the comics could still understand what happened pre-apocalypse. anything said in italics in the story is all in Negan’s head, just so you know! ok I’m done talking, enjoy!


Negan’s lungs burned and his arms pumped as fast as they could. He could feel his heart beating through every vein in his body, his feet smashing onto the concrete ground as he ran. He grabbed tightly to his wooden weapon, his backpack swinging at his sides with every step he took.

“Negan, honey, the lemonade’s done!”

He looked behind him to see a herd, 30 deep, on his tail, each of them dripping from the mouth and snarling like dogs.

“How about you boys come inside and– where’d they go?”

Negan smashed his body into a fence, his fingers gripping on the holes as he quickly looked through. There were only three that he could see, and a building on the inside. A couple cars were there, dusty, with deflated tires. He looked back again. Behind him the herd drew closer, the more they walked, the more roamers joined them.

Negan took a deep breath and threw his bat over the fence, then started his climb, the heat of the sun beaming on his neck.

“What the fuck, Negan?! You can’t cuss kids out like that!”

Negan landed on the floor of the lot, his hands burning as they scraped the floor. The three roamers turned their bodies and walked towards him, smelling his fear.

“Lucille?” he asked. He scrambled frantically, looking for his bat. When he saw her by a pile of tires, he quickly stood and ran. He reached for her.

“Their parents are calling me now, that’s just great!”

Negan felt a pair of cold hands grab his shoulders and he quickly spun, kicking the dead body from him. He then raised his bat and brought it down on the next rotter that came up to him, it’s voice crackling. He grunted loudly as the next one lunged at his arms.

“Goddamit, Negan, have you lost your fucking mind? The school is going to fire you!”

He shook it off and swung, blood and a jaw flying to a car window. The fence started jolting and scraping as the weight of the herd came down on it. Negan let out a yell as he kicked the last roamer once more, it’s body flying into the pile of tires. He then bolted to the door of the building, and it swung open, dust flying in his face. Negan shut the door behind him, just as the fence gave out. He held his back on the door and breathed before seeing a large cabinet right ahead of him.

“Fuck, Negan, I know the kids say worse things but they’re n-nn-nnn-not–”

Negan’s legs and arms throbbed as he pushed the cabinet against the door, it’s metal legs scraping the ground under him. He could feel his sweat dripping down his face, the cuts from his fall began to sting. He grunted one last time as he gave a final push. The cabinet tipped backwards and landed, its top against the door.

He looked around him and saw a series of big windows, suddenly being clouded by blood and puss, rotting hands and broken faces. Holding Lucille, he took a step back, his chest rising and falling with each breath.

“C’mon,” he said, under his breath, scowling at the enemies on the other side.

“C’mon, you bastards!” he yelled, picking up a mug from the counter and throwing it at the ground.

“Call nine-one-one! She’s unconscious! Don’t worry, baby, I’m getting help.”

Negan grunted and smashed Lucille onto the counter of the shop, the glass smashing beneath her. The room filled with the air with the smell of stale candies and old paper. Negan then went to the cash register and swung his bat to it’s side, causing the bottom drawer to fly open. He picked it up and in a fit of rage threw it to the wall, causing coins and cash to fly all around him. Stomping to magazine stand by a waiting area, he dropped Lucille and picked it up, throwing it across the room.

Toss after toss and hit after hit, the once quiet and untouched shop was now a tsunami a paper and glass. The couches and chairs were flipped and the dark wooden walls contained holes that could fit whole basketballs inside of them. Catalogs and books filled with records became unreadable as they were ripped to shreds, the vending machines were ransacked and the plants were nothing but a mess of soil and leaves. Negan was breathing heavily, his eyes welling with tears.

“Sir, I’m afraid that there’s no easy way to say this, but, your wife… it’s not looking good.”

Negan looked up, looking across the room and to his Lucille, lying under a pile of papers and magazines in the pit of the counter. He took in a deep breath and closed his eyes. Outside, the crackling of the monsters continued, their pounding against his door immense. Negan tried to swallow the painful ball in his throat as he took small steps to her.

“Cancer, sir, it’s a rare form. There’s no treatment but, chemo could give her some more time.”

The glass and paper crushed underneath his feet as he walked, slightly limping. The fall took more out of him then he remembered. His eyes, blurry, looked up at the wall of windows. Spiderwebbed cracks covered them from corner to corner as the roamers beat their fists. They were going to make it in.

Negan then walked behind the counter, closing the small gate behind him. He looked down at Lucille, downcast by his grief. Falling to his knees, Negan let the glass pierce through his jeans and into his skin. With both hands, bloodied and scarred, he picked up his wood and wire.

“Negan, you cheated and now… now you want me? Why’d you pick the sick one?”

Negan sighed and tears rolled down his eyes, their droplets leaving streaks of salty sadness on his cheeks. He could hear the shattering of the windows, the gurgling of the monsters, the stomping of their feet. Negan slowly took Lucille to his chest, holding the bat dearly.

“I just want you. I just want us to be together. No more her, no more leaving, just me and you. Right here, right now.”

Negan sighed one last time, before clearing the space in front of him. His hands moved aside all the useless money, magazines, glass, and paper. Above him, black hands and rotting arms reached towards him, itching for a taste of his fresh flesh and warm blood. Their teeth gnawed together, their feet continued to walk all though they were all standing in place. Negan swallowed deeply and laid on his back, releasing a breath. Lucille laid across his chest, her wire piercing his heart.

“I need you to know that you are everything to me.”

“You… are… everything.”

As Negan said those words, he closed his eyes, his mind slipping further and further away from the reality around him. His hands became limp, his legs resting. He felt the glass under him slowly enter his skin, his blood feeling hotter as it spilled to the floor. His breathing became constant as he rested there, the fear no longer holding his hand.

He remembered the walks in the park, the ice cream on the benches, and the health ninjas that he was certain would save the day.

“You’re going to fucking beat this, okay? You’re not giving up!”

Booms and cracks resounded in his ears, echoing as they came and gone. The sun and wind started to pierce through the bodies. Negan felt splashes of cold blood cover his face, the monsters quickly collapsing. Negan scrunched his eyebrows as he heard voices, real voices, bellowing through his darkness. He opened his eyes.

Men with weapons were surrounding him, each of them following the orders of one man who wielded a sharp weapon. Limbs and body parts, blood and guts, flew all around him. He blinked a few times and took in a deep breath.

A man with a dark mustache used a machete to take one last hit on one last roamer. It’s body fell to the ground with a thud, as he pulled out the weapon. Negan’s heart began to beat hard all over again as the man flicked the blood from his weapon. The room grew silent and all he could hear was the sound of the living catching their breaths. The man in charge released a grunt and cocked his head back, twirling his machete.

“Man, oh man! Good job, boys! Now, let us see our prize!”

He looked down at Negan who was laying on the ground, Lucille still across his chest. The man with the dark mustache put jumped across the counter and landed back on the ground, his feet crushing more glass under him. He took big steps towards Negan, his machete out in front of him.

Negan put his hands at his sides and quickly started to sit up.

“Nuh uh,” said the man, “You stay right there.”

The tip of the large knife came nose to nose with Negan, it’s sharp edge glistening. Negan’s breath picked up as Lucille rolled off of him.

“I’m Simon, I run this who-haw. Who the fuck are you?”


Note: so, umm… part two? - vee

lehnsharks  asked:

Your blog contains all my guilty pleasures, David 8/Walter, Bottom!Erik, all the saltiness about the things that honestly deserve to be called out and receive salty comments. Overall, I love your blog and I don't care that you're a mess. Because so am I and also I am rotten. Like you always say, kill me with tons of bricks.

Hi!

Aww, thank you very much! :)

I wanted to express something through this gif, but Charles’ head in the background distracted me and made me forget… so yes simply admire Erik coming out of the car!

Guilty pleasures huh. Well if it’s wrong, then I don’t want to be right! Bottom!Erik is life, and these two androids have destroyed my brain. I’ll bring the salt, and yes please kill me with bricks. :) 

Lick the salt David, lick the salt. He’s so salty. And sexually frustrated.

I’m sorry but I need to rant for a second

Okay so I have at the current moment 2,952 followers. That is so cool and I love you guys. But now for the real issue. I use to get 70 to 200 notes on all of my imagines. Now I’m struggling to get 20 to 30. I’m just wondering I am doing something wrong here? Has my writing gotten that bad? Have you lost interest in my work? I really would like to know, because I do this for you guys. I’m not mad, but it’s really discouraging to work hard on something and to only get 20 notes on it hen you have close to 3,000 followers. 

Please please tell me what I can do better. Also thank you to those who actually read this, because I have a feeling most people are just skipping past my stuff. 

anonymous asked:

I just wanted to send you a message to say thank you for your amazing writing. I've been ill and on bed rest since December, and had to move away from all of my very close friends. So playing Mystic Messenger and reading fan fiction for it (especially my husband Jumin <3) has been my main outlet for dealing with how lonely it is being stuck in my room alone every day. And your writing is some of my ABSOLUTE FAVORITE!! So I wanted to say thank you because your stories make my day so much better

Hello my lovely Nonny-chan
I really appreciate you taking the time to read my stuff when there are so many talented writers in this fandom. 
I am so sorry that you have been ill though, that’s rough- I hurt my back last year and was pretty much bedridden for two months and I wanted to cry. I can only imagine what you are going through. If you need someone to talk to, if you are comfortable enough to go off anon- my inbox is always open. 
If I can help you get through this rough patch in your life with my words, then i am honoured. Thank you darling, I hope that you can continue to enjoy whatever I produce to entertain yourself (or yeah, talk to boring old me hahah)

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^^ HAVE A SMILING JUJU!!!

knightanicnarf  asked:

Just here to say I live in Latin America and here is geting cold please let me borrow your warmth hddjdhsn Anyways, love the blog And Uh, I'll try to draw loads of Germanys on my blog, just so you know. I ain't gonna let this fandom die, just like you, it made my life happier. Since I am a foreigner (have 3 nationalities and don't relate with any, and I'm in love with the german culture)and Hetalia kinda helped me feel better And This blog is cute That's all Sorry, I'm awkward. Bleh

aww i think that’s so sweet how you relate to hetalia! and there is some truth to it… for example austrians are a bit more pretentious and self-confident than us germans haha ( no hate to austrians! love y'all still ). also you should invest in a heating blanket imo

[ zoey 101 intro ] are you ready ?? alright loved ones, it’s ya girl danielle aka dani and i am absolutely JACKED to be apart of this with u all. a lil bit about moi; i love to eat my weight in pineapple, i have already drank 3 cups of coffee today (on my 4th as we speak), i workout a lot but only bc i love chicken nugs and i am a Huge stan of anything tyler posey….. that’s my baby. also, i am twenty years old and i go by she/her pronouns !! this is alessia sahir, she is a shithead and my lil baby and i am v excited to introduce u all to her !! if you would like to plot, like this or message me on here and i will dive deep into those IMs or ya kno if you wanna be friends and talk about criminal minds or netflix documentaries, i’m down for that as well. u can check out this page for plots btw. without further ado, below the cut you will find all you need to know about alessia and i hope u all love her as much i do !! 

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anonymous asked:

can you write about how gyuhao came to be (since minghao HIGHKEY hates mingyu how did he ever let him inside him?) + how they would fuck?

  • So we all know gyuhao to have this bickering best friends dynamic
  • But we all know how much Minghao loves to take his anger out on Mingyu because he is an annoying little SHIT
  • Honestly Minghao finds Gyu 100% annoying
  • And like,,, mingyu thinks it’s the opposite, that it’s affectionate so he’s always like,,, cuddling Hao and giving lil kisses
  • And not forgetting the classic ‘sorry I didn’t notice you were naked but here I am naked as well with a raging erection’
  • and like everyone notices that the gyuhao couple don’t fuck… EVER
  • except Mingyu himself
  • but even though hao never acts like he likes mingyu all that much, truth is he isn’t all sappy and doting as the other members, and he guesses mingyu’s alright
  • and even though he acts angry when Mingyu walks in on him showering he can’t help but run his eyes over his golden,,, toned,,, glowing,,, godly,,, barely there abs
  • and mingyu noticed this once and mingyu being mingyu just had to comment ‘eye fucking me is useless if you want daddy’s cum’
  • LMAO nice try Mingyu
  • Hao snorted ‘yeah and I hear what you call Wonwoo in bed, ‘Master Jeon’s little whore’, get out before I punch you’
  • ngl that broke Mingyu
  • he classes this pompously hot dude as his bestfriend yet he can’t help but only now notice this affection is definitely not returned
  • but anyway hao does find him the most annoying and the most deserving of a left hook to the face 100% of the time
  • but he does also find him undeniably attractive and gets needy anytime gyu floats into his late night fantasies
  • But the question is how did they end up fucking???
  • well a little birdy so happened to tell hao that mingyu had enough of being left out ((jun))
  • tbh it drove minghao crazy he did wanna fuck him because he’s so HOT but the ecstasy of just leading gyu on was all too much and also because he heard gyu was a bottom and ew gross hao loves being bottom too much
  • going forward
  • hao noticed gyu being more like himself… cold and distant
  • AND HAO LOVED THIS LOL HE FELT LIKE HE DID HIS JOB OF WINDING GYU UP UNTIL HE JUST SORTA POUNCED AYe
  • GOING FORWARD SOME MORE
  • it was late at night,,, and little ol’ hao took his time showering and decided to wear his favourite panties and touch himself how he thought mingyu would…
  • he got so lost in himself he’s moaning his name and gueSS WHAT MINGYU HEARS HIM FROM HIS ROOM AND WALKS IN AND LOCKS THE DOOR
  • ‘So this was all part of your game was it? do you think you can get away with this? you’ve kept Daddy on edge all this time…’ and gyu’s breathing this into hao’s face all crouched on the floor in front of him
  • ‘So? Mingyu you’re fucking annoying me 24/7 I thought I would catch a break playing you LOOOOL APPARENTLY NOT’
  • you gotta give it to Minghao he plays games well lmao
  • and then it happens
  • before he knows it gyu is rubbing his “pussy” over the tub and showing him how “real games are played”
  • nibbling his ear, a surprisingly angry breathy whisper would exit gyu’s mouth: ‘if you want to act like a bitch, i’ll treat you like one’
  • rip hao’s ass because he wasn’t gonna get prepped that night
  • ‘I’ve kept this all to myself for so long, now. You’re gonna take this like a good boy, aren’t you?’
  • Before Hao can even answer, Daddy Mingyu was sloppily thrusting in his tight hole, biting, lapping and kissing anywhere he could                    
  • TLDR: Hao finds vengence in playing games with mingyu for being annoying all the time and they both can’t control themselves anymore


how gyuhao fuck

  • it all starts with the feminisation of minghao… that REALLY get’s gyu going
  • gyu would worship hao’s petite body adorned in babydoll’s and camisol dresses and lace and lipstick and makeup he loves it when hao get’s his nails done too
  • their favourite position is probably doggy style, initiated by hao spreading his ass cheeks, mingyu slamming right in, and rubbing hao’s “clit”
  • don’t forget nipple tugging
  • Either too much lube or too little lube there is no inbetween
  • The panties Hao would be wearing are usually stuffed in his mouth after he’s had a rough throat fucking both with mingyu’s thick cock or fingers
  • It’s so messy too
  • Cum is everywhere
  • Spit is everywhere
  • Lube is everywhere
  • Hao can’t help but whine through the lace
  • I take that back, Hao can’t help but cry and scream through the lace
  • I’m telling you mingyu puts his canines to good use, clouds of blue and purple litter across Minghao’s white skin everywhere
  • Nipple tape is often of use as well, after Mingyu has stripped Hao of his lingerie, he likes to rip the tape off too and hear Minghao yelp with sensitivity
  • Ngl Mingyu LOVES fucking Hao over a windowsill, showing the world his little slut
  • They often fuck in front of other members, just so Gyu can ‘prove a point’
  • Anyway, like, they finally admit their affection towards eachother somewhere along the line, but if you think Gyu is letting how Hao played games with him at the beginning go, you’re wrong
  • TLDR: They fuck like they’re angry and desperate
Bring Me a Dream (Pt. 7)

Originally posted by cranking-that-iplier

Summary: Nightly activities can be most interesting at times. 

Heyo! So, I’ll be honest. I really am sorry for another late update, it’s been a mixture of bad planning on my part, procrastination, and to be truthful, I felt a bit stuck on how to proceed. I have the main points I want to hit- just getting to them while also not making ‘filler’ chapters have been hard. But, I finally found my way again and I am so happy with how this chapter turned out and how it will advance the story! So hopefully, you guys like it just as much as me! Also for all those who love my descriptions of scenery per se, you’ll definitely enjoy this one! :) 

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  The flames flicker in the darkness and struggle to give off as much light as possible to illuminate the room, the ones possessing a sunny yellow offer the most while the beautiful sea blue offers the least- yet, aside from its fellow green flames, seem to be the most entrancing of the candles. They vary in colors greatly, from a stark red to a mystic violet that intrigues the eye- they shake ever so slightly and their burning allows an earthy, flowery fragrant to spread throughout the room. Though seemingly set out randomly, the candles form a spiral if seen from above and in the center of their sequence- a sequence that places the candles in color order which also shows the rising in heat by default- is a relatively small plush cushion with you sitting atop it comfortably.

     Your hands rest in your lap folded as the magical chant, while coming out as nothing but a mumble, fills the silent room and seems to send a volt of electricity up your spine. You have to resist the urge to shiver as the words leave your lips- but you manage to stay strong and follow through till the end of this mantra, securing the perfect result of this spell. This one happens to be stronger than the previous spell and becomes even more specific to this beast you are fighting against.

     Once the spell was completely casted, your eyes open and instantly, the candle closest to you is blown out by an unknown source, the one after soon falling into that same demise and the rest, like dominos, do the same. One by one the flames quickly zap out of existence, the last one to go is out within seconds after your eyes opened with what appears to be a bright blue stream of smoke emerging from them. The room is now shrouded in darkness and the fleeting light of the magical plume of smoke dissipates and leaves you blind. Carefully, you stand up and tip toe around the burnt out candles and over to the bedside lamp, feeling around a bit, you finally find the switch and press down on the ‘on’ side, its soft orange glow filling up the room and brings about serenity. As if you hadn’t taken a true breath since you began the ritual, a heavy exhale leaves your lungs and soft smile works its way onto your expression- the energy of the room, of the entire house possibly, feels lighter and much more welcoming.

     You can’t help but picture the dangerous and menacing beast having a temper tantrum at this predicament you made for him.

     So far, you’re winning in this ‘game’ between the two of you- a struggle for power, and for whatever you lost while you were still in your ‘realm’- for lack of a better word- you seem to have reclaimed since you came back. Despite his efforts, which you feel during the castings, you truly are proud to say you always come out on top!

     Albeit, your methods have only been temporary and in the end, you’ve still no idea how to solve this dilemma permanently. So, you suppose the beast has got you beat there…

     Which, may very well be the most important place to win in after all is said and done.

      If you can’t find a way to eliminate this threat to Mark, will it eventually wear you down and completely seize control over him?

     You groan at the thought as you fall back onto the cozy bed; one way or another, you will find the right path that gives you the results you want.

     Pursing your lips, you look up to the ceiling and ponder over this problem. The light from the lamp spraying out against the white canvas above, its glows progressively fades into black as it reaches the further ends of the room and simply allows a calming transition that leads one deeper into thought- and you follow that lead- beginning to think out the little details and starting to develop a plan for your final victory. A factor of that plan being to find out methods the Dreamers even use against such forces- an easy task seeing as the Dreamers, you believe, have a name for this creature. Yet, the name and idea surrounding this creature is practically the opposite of what it really is, which makes you worry a bit over what a Dreamer’s methods may be about them. Even if you doubt there will be any tactics at all, you will look as far back as possible if it means even the slightest hint on how to take them down permanently.

     However, your thoughts also lead you to your old method of peaceful pondering and you can’t help but find the idea tempting! Do you dare take a dip in the pool so late at night? It wouldn’t be that bad of an idea… Especially since all your whimsical deeds are done for the night.

     You know what, why not!

     It can be your victory swim, adding salt to the beast’s already wounded ego.

     You hop off the bed and unzip one of your bags to pull out an outfit you don’t mind getting wet- that being a pair of jean shorts and a deep navy tee; you may or may not have prepared clothing this time around- save for you pajamas, which you are happy to keep as the ones Mark lent you; his old T-shirt and basketball shorts. They’re comfy and they remind you of him, so how could any other PJs be better? Along with that conclusion, you lay them out on your bed as something warm and cozy to change back into when you return.

     After changing, you walk to the door and look back at your room with a skeptical raise of the brow, if anyone happens to come in here… They would most definitely wonder about your motives. But, no one would right? Mark and Tyler both are respectful and would knock before entering, besides, Mark is already asleep and Tyler is still downstairs. There’s no reason to worry- so, you shut the door behind you and despite the nagging paranoia in the back of your mind, you continue down to the pool.

     As your feet pad down the stairs, you see Tyler passed out on the couch and you hold back a laugh at the adorable sight. You shake your head fondly and sigh, turning, you proceed on your path to the pool sliding the glass door as you walk outside, the rush of fresh air proving to be far more intoxicating than any other scent as it fills your lungs.

     Along with the city lights in the distance, the stars hang over the sky as if a toddler sparkled the almost-black-navy with a dash of glitter and ending up going a bit over board, though all the same, it ends up being beautiful and sends a wistful arrow to the heart making you long for the stars company. The desire being too strong and with a string of giggles from your lips, you run and jump into the pool.

     Water flies above you like wings once you dive in, the rest of the water; however, encompases you as you sink below the surface. The small bubbles acting like string as they rise up from your body and back into the air, almost like a marionette as you fall deeper and deeper into the water’s embrace. When your eyes finally open, a muted laugh literally bubbles from your lips- a feeling of energetic joy surges through your body and, while holding your breath, you rise up to break the water tension and fill your lungs with more of that intoxicating air. The smile on your cheeks never stops and you let out an airy giggle as you greet the stars once more- they create tiny diamonds in your own pools of color as you look up to them, wondering if your gaze manages to stare up into the world of Dream Makers. You doubt it- but that would be interesting, wouldn’t it?

     You make a swift movement backwards, feeling the water’s wake around you as you move, and rest into a simple float above the water and your eyes shut to merely experience every other sensory option in this moment.

     There’s typically a light breeze during the night, though it seems to overlook this night and along with the already warm water due to the sun’s cheerful rays from the day, you feel comfortably warm and content as you float about. Albeit, every now and again there does seem to be a faint brush of a breeze on your skin- you don’t mind it much, if it becomes more persistent; however, then you most likely would mind. Being dripping wet is one thing, but add a chilling breeze to that, and you end up with a cold, soaked, and grumpy Dream Maker. And a possibly sick one as well, though, in that case, you would be able to indulge in some soup or hot chocolate… Or both, so it’s not too bad.

     Either way, for the most part, it’s silent. There is no obnoxious or annoying sound waves lingering in the air and rattling in your ear and causing you distress- no, instead, there’s a soft melody that the ever so light breeze carries whenever it does come, it’s nice and welcome for its short debuts every couple of minutes that it decides to play. Setting your heart and mind at ease, it occasionally harmonizes with the distant sounds of the city, which are thankfully far enough away to not become overbearing.

     And last but not least, as said before, the smell of the fresh air puts you to ease. There’s little hints of other things though; for example, a possible crackling campfire with maple wood burning the scent into the atmosphere or the simple smell of chlorine from the pool surrounding you, or the slight scent of desert flowers and other flora that settle around the house. But, in any perfect mixing bowl, these fragrances meet one another and combine to make a relaxing scent that puts your senses at rest- allowing you to just breath in and breath out this unique yet simple blend that’s pleasing to smell. A reason that adds to your intoxication with the fresh air of Los Angeles.

     Those are all the senses, aren’t they? Sight, touch, hearing, and scent, right?

    … No, not right.

     There’s also taste.

     Although, you don’t exactly feel like drinking chlorine water to satisfy that sense and decide to skip that one all together. Later though, maybe you would sneak a quick snack as you go back up to your room. Yeah, that would be nice!

     All the same, you open your eyes again and smile to yourself as you dive back into the blue depth. You stay a bit longer in the sublime waters, simply swimming about and such, before you head back over to the steps and walk out- without the water as a heater- your skin begins to develop goosebumps and you shiver at the change in temperature. Another wonderful realization hits you, you forgot to bring a towel. “Dammit,” you mumble, a pout now residing on your lips. Your eyes scan the area and see a small bin, praying that there will be a fluffy towel waiting for you.

      Luckily, there is! Well, kind of. It’s not exactly fluffy or in anyway comfortable, but, it works and that’s all that matters. You attempt to dry off and once the majority of water droplets have disappeared, you wrap the towel around yourself and walk back into the quiet house, locking the door behind you.

     You peak over the couch and notice Tyler is still, indeed, passed out on the couch. Although, he seems to have developed a light snore while you were away as if the scene wasn’t cute enough already. You find it adorable how he’s such a gentle giant, even if he seems a bit stoic at times. Nonetheless, you wish him an almost silent ‘sweet dreams’ as you walk pass him and up the stairs.

     But, you stop midway, hearing soft steps on the carpet in the hallway. Your calm attitude shifts into one of a Knight’s: defensive and resolute. Despite the pounding of your heart, you proceed with caution- ready to take action against the beast, if that is who the unknown suspect is. Albeit, if it’s anyone that’s a possible threat, you have no problem solving that problem swiftly and justly.

     For beautiful and soft creatures like Dream Makers, the idea of a warrior doesn’t exactly line up with the stereotypical Dream Maker. However, due to ‘descents’ or fighting another supernatural being that’s a threat to one’s Dreamer usually calling for action- they can be a force to be reckoned with; especially if their Dreamers are involved. And with Mark’s room only feet away, your protective instincts are kicking in majorly.

     You make your steps light as a feather as to go unnoticed, continuing up the stairs cautiously and pausing as you meet the top. You wait and listen for more, your fists clenching as you feel the tension rise with whatever is around the bend- maybe they heard you, and as you wait, they sit and await your movements so they can attack. Or, maybe they’re creeping slowly, ever so slowly to mute their steps and then surprise you when they turn the corner. You weren’t sure and these nagging thoughts didn’t help you focus; instead, they cause your heart to pace faster than before and you become worried that whatever lies out there can hear the beating of your heart as well. The thump, thump, thump in your chest that doesn’t seem like it will cease anytime soon.

     And when all your paranoia seems to take over your mind- you hear their steps again and it relaxes you, easing you back into the protector status you had before.

     It’s a gentle pat, a pause… another pat, another pause… another pat… and an even gentler drum of fingers, or what you hope is fingers, against the wall that sounds far too close for comfort.

     You prepare to attack as the shadow of a figure then passes in front of you and towards your door frame. Rising up the final step, you stand behind the silhouette in the pitch black darkness of the hallway and watch it carefully as it appears to inspect your door- it’s hesitant.

     It raises a hand to the door knob, grips the silver knob and starts to turn it.

    It’s looking for you.

    Instantly, you reach out and grab the hand, pulling it back and easily throwing them to the ground with both adrenaline and magic running wild through your veins to give you much more strength and energy than you regularly have. Before the creature can even attempt to get up, you raise a foot and are about to slam it down onto their mid-section to make sure they couldn’t get up, ready to fight against whatever this beast throws at you.

     Only, you aren’t prepared for what happens next.

     As you’re about to continue your attack, you hear it groan in pain as it lies on the floor and that ever so familiar deep octave seems to deliver it- causing you to stall.

     Panic floods over your entire being as the worst possibility plays out, but no, no, Mark’s asleep isn’t he? And with the protection spell, there’s no reason for him to be up! He should be sound asleep in his room- under the covers and probably cuddling up to that sweet golden dog of his, that’s where Mark is. Mark is lost in a wonderful dream land this is simply a trick from the beast to-

     “Shit, that fucking hurts… Wait, (Y/n) is… is that you..?”

     Fuck.

     Fuckity, fuck, fuck.

     You are a great protector.

     The.

     Best.

     Ever.

     Congrats!

     In a panic, all your smooth movements become stumbled and you almost trip as you walk past Mark and to the lights, switching them on and regret and guilt soon jumps into this mess of emotion you’re experiencing. You quickly rush over to the fallen Mark, who tries to sit up, and bite your lip as you try to help him up, apologizing profusely as you do so. Though no matter how many times you say it, you feel as though it will never be enough.

     “Again, Mark, I am so so sorry! I can’t believe I did that! How bad does it hurt? I can help! Oh my goodness, I’m sorry, what’s wrong with me? Mark, are you alright?” The questions pour from your mouth quicker than he can answer them and finally, he holds a hand up, motioning for you to be silent for a second.

     “Just… what the Hell happened first of all?” He asks, luckily, he didn’t sound angry! Or at least you think he didn’t… Averting your eyes, you sigh and give him a partial truth.

     “I kind of thought you were an intruder… So, I wanted to stop them…But, well… Obviously, I was wrong.”

     Mark stays quiet for a moment and you brew in anxiety until he replies, yet- a sigh falls from his lips before he does so, “It doesn’t hurt that bad… Though, I would love it if you could get some ice for me.”

      “Of course! Anything to make it up!” You nod eagerly, finally meeting those darling brown orbs- they cause another guilty pang to resonate in your heart, for a moment, the idea of simply coming clean and telling him everything seems like it would make this just. Wouldn’t it?

     Maybe…

     Either way, you offer the ravenette a sheepish grin, “Wait in your room, alright? And I’ll grab some ibuprofen just in case, sound good?”

    “Sounds good, chickadee,” A gruff chuckle follows and brightens your smile- has he already forgiven you? If so, then you couldn’t be more thankful for such a forgiving Dreamer. With one last shared glance, you head back downstairs as Mark heads to his room.

     For how great this night was going, this accident definitely put a damper on things.

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 So! Whatcha think? :D Haha either way, this will definitely lead to a really nice beginning for the next chapter that will be great to not only read, but for me to write! :) But hey! If you did enjoy this chapter, please leave a lovely like, complimentary comment or critique, and maybe a regal reblog? (Can you tell I like alliteration yet?) Thanks a bunches guys 💙

spiritedquill  asked:

Hi! So, I need some friends in the OUAT (and it's writers') fandom. I'd love to be your friend and if you know of any other writers who are friendly I'd love some recommendations 😊

A) I promised to upload it so I could link it to you, so here’s “Hold On” on ffn for your reading pleasure! Sorry mobile tumblr keeps eating my stories and not sharing them with you!

B) To answer this ask, well, that’s a lot more difficult. I have my friends. And I know my friends. And I love a lot of people in this fandom outside my friends. There are blogs/bloggers I follow that I’m not friends with who I absolutely admire. There are blogs/bloggers I love but I’m not following because I keep my following count low for personal fidget reasons. So it’s more about finding the ones who fit you. And we are totally friends now! So feel free to message me at any time and I’m happy to chat!

I don’t want to do a list of blogs you should check out because ultimately I would miss someone I love and I would feel terrible for it. So just check out who I reblog from, and who others you follow reblog from, and check out those blogs. A friend of a friend is a friend, indeed! 

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vocaloidloser2017  asked:

awwwh, hun, do you need a hug? is everything feeling okay? i'm worried ;c I'm so sorry about those illegal edits people are doing, people can be such dicks and disrespect whatever they want but I hope it helps that I really really love allllll of your models!! your male ones are my favorite but they're all beautiful

aHHH thank you!!!!!!! everything is a-okay!!! i wasn’t expecting such massive amounts of support for such a silly lil issue i apologise if u were worried huu i didn’t want ppl to feel upset for me aA wat a burden i am and like its been like 3 days and i’m still like hghguUGUHH

but i really really appreciate ur support and ur KINDNESS like wat im glad u like all my models aaa that rly means a lot to me bc sometimes even i dont even enjoy my own models bc i feel they’re not good enough for the public so when someone like u tells me that u like them its like HEH YES +1 POINTS TO my non-deserving self-esteem 👌 👌 👌

but yes i would like a hug we can hug lets all hug a massive Hug party

toruhajime  asked:

top 3 hxh characters? 😏 (i am sorry you planted this on my mind and i just had to) and top 3 hxh villains/antagonist?

NAZ WHY 😟 ajsdklfasj

ummmm UM um iiiii thiink,,,,/top 3 characters?……leorio is numero uno always in my heart and then………killua and kurapika and gon are all tied…..i love them so much…i can’t pick a favourite child…..and alluka’s cliimbing her way into this mess too now…..orz

top 3 antagonists…..meruem. and chrollo? and…machi or shaiapouf lmao love that gay theater-kid butterfly

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This heart still believes
The love and mercy still exist
While all the hatreds rage and so many say
That love is all but pointless, in madness such as this

It’s like trying to stop a fire, with the moisture from a kiss

And I hear them saying, you’ll never change things
And no matter what you do it’s still the same thing
But it’s not the world that I am changing
I do this so, this world will know, that it will not change me

As long as one heart still holds on,
Then hope is never really gone…

-”The Change,” Garth Brooks.