i look like a zombie right now

anonymous asked:

Hey, you're awesome, thanks for existing, basically ^_^ Anyway, I wanted to know if you have any tips on how to write different personalities? My characters (all of them) always end up with the same default personality that I fall back on. Thanks!

Thanks for your question, darling!  I think most of us have struggled with this – after all, we’re conditioned to one way of thinking, feeling, and acting for as long as we live.  That doesn’t necessarily mean we write characters like ourselves, though.  In fact, many of us have a “default character” that’s sassier than we are, sweeter than we are, or in some way different enough from us that we still feel like we’re writing a character.

The problem, then, isn’t that we can’t visualize a different personality than ours.  On the whole, we can.  What we’re missing are the small details that make it feel whole – otherwise, it’s like painting the same room six different colors and trying to pass it off as six different rooms.  Different dominant traits can’t hide the fact that you’re working with one template!

So the question we’re left with: what are the traits we’re missing?  And how can we change them to create a unique and whole personality?

Three Types of Character Traits

There are, as the title suggests, three major categories of personality traits as I see it: fundamental traits, acquired traits, and detrimental traits.  A well-rounded character needs some of each to be three-dimensional and realistic.

Fundamental Traits

The fundamental traits of a person’s character are not as simple as interests and preferences; they are the very base of all decisions and desires.  They are either learned in early life or developed over a long period of time, rooting deeply into the personality.  A few examples of fundamental personality traits include:

  • Upbringing – The word choice here is conscious, as upbringing encompasses many different aspects of a person’s development.  Consider who raised them, and with what morals and practices they were raised to adulthood.  Consider their influences, both familial, social, and in media; consider the relationships that were normalized during their development, as well as the living conditions (financially, emotionally, environmentally, etc.).  The people, places, emotions, and conflicts made common during a person’s developmental period are essential to their personality in adulthood.  This is why psychologists often draw present-day problems back to a person’s childhood memories – because those formative years can subconsciously dictate so much of a person’s future!
  • Values – These may not coincide with the values a person is raised to hold, but upbringing certainly has an influence on this. A person’s values will direct the course of their life through every decision, large and small.  You don’t need to outline everything your character believes is important – every moral and every law they agree/disagree with. But those values which stand above others will give your character purpose.  A few of my favorite examples are: Jane from Jane the Virgin (whose initial storyline is heavily based on her religion and desire for a beautiful love story, as well as her childhood influences who inspired these values) and Han Solo from Star Wars (whose character development rested upon his values shifting from money and gratification to more honorable things).
  • Beliefs – Different from values, beliefs are a more general set of guidelines for how a person believes things are supposed to be.  Beliefs can also be a source of great conflict, as a character tries to stay aligned with their beliefs despite other values or desires.  These beliefs can be established systems, like religion or politics; they can also include more personal belief systems, like nihilism or veganism.  A characters beliefs, like their values, can change over the course of the story – but even if a character is questioning one system of belief, like religion or pacifism, they should have other belief systems in place to govern some of their activity.
  • Reputation – A lot of human activity, whether consciously or not, is dictated by how others perceive them (or how they believe others perceive them).  There are two types of reputation: personal and passing.  For instance, a woman named Sally who gains a personal reputation of sleeping around will behave in reaction to this reputation – either sleeping around because everyone already expects it of her, or specifically not hooking up because she wants to shake this reputation, or developing a thicker skin to deal with the rumors until it passes.  A man named Billy who, because of his tattoos, bears a passing reputation as an intimidating man will either try to soften his demeanor with strangers, own up to the image, or at least learn to expect judgment from strangers as a consequence.
  • Self-Image – Also relevant to a person’s behavior is the way they perceive themselves, which can often have little to do with their reputation.  A lot of self-image is based on definitive moments or phases in the past.  For instance: for several years after I started wearing contacts and cutting my hair, I still saw myself, in dreams at night, with long hair and glasses.  One of my friends, similarly, could not seem to notice when boys would flirt with her during sophomore year – because she still saw herself as an awkward middle schooler with braces, and not as the charming cheerleader with the great smile.
    Inversely, self-image can be inflated, causing character to behave as though they are funnier, smarter, or more prepared than they truly are (see: the rest of my sophomore acquaintances).  This can be an overlooked character flaw opportunity – or flawportunity…

Originally posted by alliefallie

Acquired Traits

Now we move on to the acquired traits of personality, which are the ones you’re more likely to find on a character sheet or a list of “10 Questions for Character Development”, alongside a million other things like their zodiac sign and their spirit animal.  But the traits I’m about to outline are a little more relevant to a character’s behavior, and more importantly, how to make this behavior unique from other characters’ behavior.  The following traits will be learned by your characters throughout their life (and their story), and are more likely to shift and grow with time:

  • Interests – I know, I had to reach deep down into my soul to think of this one.  But it’s true!  Interests, both in childhood/adolescence and in adulthood, are an important part of a character’s personality and lifestyle.  Childhood interests both reveal something about the character (for instance: my nephew loves trains, Legos, and building, suggesting a future interest in construction or engineering) and create values that can last for a lifetime.  Current interests affect career choice, social circles, and daily activity for everyone.  Forgotten or rejected interests can be the source of pet peeves, fears, or bad memories. There’s a reason I’ll never play with Polly Pockets again, and it 100% has to do with bloody fingertips and a purse that wouldn’t open.
  • Sense of Humor – This can be a little hard to define, understandably.  If you were to ask me what my sense of humor is, I’d probably start with a few stupid memes, pass by Drake & Josh on the way, and somehow wind up telling you bad puns or quoting Chelsea Peretti’s standup comedy. A person’s sense of humor can be complex and contradictory!  Sometimes we just laugh at stuff because someone said it in a funny way.  But anyway, to help you boil this down to something useful: take a look at a few kinds of comedy and relate it to your character’s maturity level.  Do they laugh when someone lets out a toot?  Are they the kind of person to mutter, “That’s what she said,” or simply try not to laugh when something sounds dirty?  Can puns make them crack a smile?  Do they like political humor?  Do cat videos kill them?  Is their humor particularly dark?  Can the mere sound of someone else laughing make them laugh?  Figure out where your character’s sense of humor is, and you’ll feel closer to them already.
  • Pet Peeves – For every interest a person may have, and everything that makes them laugh, there’s something else that can piss them off, large- or small-scale.  Are they finnicky about their living space and neatness? Do they require a lot of privacy? Do certain sounds or behaviors drive them crazy?  What qualities are intolerable in a romantic interest for them? What kind of comments or beliefs make them roll their eyes?  If you need help, just try imagining their worst enemy – someone whose every word or action elicits the best eye-rolls and sarcastic remarks and even a middle finger or two – and ask yourself, what about this person makes them that mortal enemy?  What behaviors or standards make them despicable to your character?  That’s all it takes.
  • Skills – Everybody has them, and they’re not just something we’re born with.  Skills can be natural talent, sure, but they’re also cultivated from time, values, and interests.  What is your character okay at?  What are they good at?  What are they fantastic at?  Maybe they can cook.  Maybe they have a beautiful eye for colors.  Maybe they have an inherent sense of right and wrong that others admire. Maybe they’re super-athletic or incredibly patient or sharp as a tack or sweet as a cupcake.  Maybe they know how to juggle, or maybe they’re secretly the most likely of all their friends to survive a zombie apocalypse.  Where do they shine?  What would make someone look at them and think, “Wow, I wish I were them right now”?
  • Desires – A good way to “separate” one character from the next is to define what it is they want, and then use every other detail to dictate how they pursue that goal.  Every real person has a desire, whether they’ve defined it or not – whether it’s something huge, like fame or a family of five with triplet girls and a beach house on an island, or something small, like good grades for the semester.  These desires can cause a person to revise their values or forsake their morals; and these desires can conflict with other people’s desires, influencing how people interact with each other.  Remember that every character is living their own story, even if it’s not the story you’re telling.
  • Communication Style – A majorly overlooked character trait in pop fiction is unique communication styles.  Having every character feel comfortable arguing, or bursting out with the words, “I love you,” is unrealistic.  Having every character feel paralyzed at the idea of confronting a bully or being honest to their spouse is also unrealistic.  There should be a healthy mix of communicators in a group of characters. Some people are too softspoken to mouth off at their racist lab partner.  Some people wouldn’t see their girlfriend kissing another guy and just walk away without saying something.  Some people just don’t react to conflict by raising their voice; some people enjoy sharing their opinions or giving the correct answer in class.  Boldness, social skills, and emotional health all have a part to play in how people communicate their thoughts – so keep this in mind to create a more realistic, consistent character.
  • Emotional Expression – Along the same lines but not the same, emotional expression is more focal on feelings than thoughts.  If you’ve ever heard of the fight-or-flight response, the different types of anger, the stages of grief, or the five love languages, then you’re aware of different “classifications” of emotional expression and management.  Read up on some of those things, and think about how your character handles emotions like happiness, sadness, fear, anger, loneliness, paranoia, and so forth.

Detrimental Traits

While acquired traits are certainly more enjoyable to brainstorm during the creation process, detrimental traits are as important – or even more important – to the character’s wholeness as well as their role in the story.  Not only do these negative or limiting traits make your character realistic, relatable, and conflicted – they create a need for other characters and their strengths to move the plot forward.  A few examples of detrimental traits include:

  • Flaws – Character flaws are probably the first thing that came to your mind while reading this, but they’re the essence of the category.  Flaws in a character’s personality, morality, or behavior can be a source of character development; they set an individual on their own path and provide a unique motivation for them.  Having Character A struggle with sobriety while Character B learns to be a more patient mother can do a lot to separate their stories and personalities from each other.  Even if certain flaws don’t reach a point of growth, they create a third aspect to personality and force us, as writers, to be more creative with how our characters get from Point A to Point B, and what they screw up along the way.
  • Fears – Everyone has fears, whether we’re conscious of them or not – and I’m not talking about phobias or “things that give you shivers”.  Just like everyone has a primary motivation throughout life (romance, family, success, meaning, peace of mind, etc.), everyone has a fear behind that motivation (loneliness, failure, emptiness, anxiety).  We all have something we don’t want to happen places we never want to be and things we never want to do.  We’ve all been in situations that mildly bothered others but wildly affected us at the same time.  For me, it’s a lack of autonomy, or in any way being forced to do something or be somewhere against my will.
    What does this mean for me?  It means that when other people have nightmares about being chased by an axe murderer, I have nightmares about being kidnapped and locked up.  It means that I’m continually aware of my “escape plan” if something goes wrong in my living situation, and I’m hypersensitive to someone telling me, “You have to do this.”  It means I struggle to follow rules and usually don’t get along with authority figures because I have to assert my independence to them.  It’s irrational and continual and doesn’t just affect me in one situation; it subconsciously directs my steps if I let it.  That’s how real, guttural fears work. Phobias are only skin deep, and they don’t make you feel any closer to the character.

Originally posted by giantmonster

  • Secrets – Even goody two-shoes Amber from the swim team, with her blonde blonde hair and her good good grades, has a secret.  Everybody does, even if it’s not a purposeful, “I have a deep, dark secret,” sort of secret. We have things we don’t tell people, just because they’re embarrassing, or painful, or too deep to get into, or they don’t paint us in a good light.  While the secrets themselves tell a lot about a person, so do the reasons a person keeps a secret.  Hiding something out of shame suggests a person is prideful, or critical of themselves, or holds themselves to a higher standard than they hold others.  Hiding something painful suggests that the person struggles to handle sadness or regret, or that they feel uncomfortable showing raw emotion in front of loved ones. And so on and so forth.
  • Conflict – Whether internal, interpersonal, legal, moral, societal, or what have you, conflict will limit your character’s actions at every turn.  A story is nothing without conflict driving the plot in different directions and causing your character to rethink both their plans and their lifestyle.  Without Katniss’s moral conflict over killing other tributes, The Hunger Games would be the story of a girl who entered an arena, killed a lot of people, and lived the rest of her life rich and comfortable.  If Luke Skywalker didn’t have interpersonal conflict with Darth Vader, Star Wars would be the war-story of a guy who joined a rebellion and then… yeah.
  • Health – Physical, mental, and emotional health is a huge limiting factor for characters that often goes untouched, but it’s valuable nonetheless.  Not everyone has a clean bill of health and can jump off trains without pulling a muscle, go through a traumatic life experience without any hint of depression or anxiety, or watch a loved one die in gunfire and shove right on without emotional repercussions. Consider creating a character who’s not perfect – who isn’t perfectly in-shape or abled, or neurotypical or stable day-to-day, or completely clean and clear of residual heartache, unhealthy relationships, or bad emotional habits.  Don’t define them by these traits, of course – but don’t feel that you can’t write a character with health issues without writing a “sick character.”

So this post got ridiculously long, but I hope it works as a reference for you when creating unique characters.  Remember that you don’t need to outline all of this information to create an individual, realistic character.  These are just some relevant ideas to get you started!  It’s up to you, as the writer, to decide what’s necessary and what’s excessive for your creative process.

Still, I hope a majority of this is helpful to you!  If you have any more questions, be sure to send them in and we’ll get back to you :)  Good luck!

- Mod Joanna ♥️

If you need advice on general writing or fanfiction, you should maybe ask us!

i. Kids playing hooky early morning, I am the pain relief pills they hide under their tongue and spit out under the couch cushions when their mother shuts the screen door. I am the first time you skin your knee, in the rain whispering nixie weaved revenge spells down your yellow coat and your red boots (the first time you really know you are alone). I am the hand stand on the sidewalk when your elbow buckles in like lame horses fall to the canyon mouth, you are just a child. You can fly, turn invisible, speak to animals, walk through walls. Rustling, do you hear it? Yanking the baby teeth from their pink beds.

ii. You crumble under the weight of a naked black sky, feeling something skittering on your skin. Something wicked and naive. Like a spider egg. You get a mouthful of broken teeth, and lay frying sunny side up on the summer asphalt.

iii. Tonight you’re gonna learn how to fall, then get back up again. Tonight you are gonna know what it is to be exhausted. Are you okay when you fall off your daydream and end up on your back? Your eyes are red where they used to be white.

iv. you have been chewing your will to live with the aching wisdom teeth you desperately need to get pulled. you have been softening it with your saliva, but it’s 11 pm, and it’s stale now, and it tangles into your rapunzel locks in your sleep and finally gives you an excuse to cut all your hair off.

v. Last week your dentist asked if anything was bothering you, and you almost told him about the small tooth you think is growing between your tricuspids, pushing everything out of place, sending you on the verge of sonic tears and crawling on the bathroom floor with no idea where your phone is, and something out of control, and poison, and odontalgia, and dysthymia, and forgetting the Latin roots, and ripped out pages of a book that was supposed to tell you how to get back home and. how long do you think I can hold my breath before I look like a blueberry, and it is, in me, and the throbbing red bump at the base of your sternum and how you tried to cut it off but you were too scared of what was underneath, and dandelion seeds of reasons why you should just stay here until somebody forgets you even showed up heaving out of your mouth and into a McDonalds bag, and the feeling at 13 in the bathroom stall after swim practice shaking like coffee on an empty stomach pulling out the first tampon you ever put inside, and your wet thighs, and the warm dirty smell.

Gargle, spit. You say no. Nothing really.

vi. you should get gold fillings. then all you have to do is flash a smile and no one will fuck with you.

vii. Four months until graduation we are not wasting time, but we eat it too fast and end up vomiting on the highway. On the swing, wood chip splinters, and agitation like termite fever beneath my skin. It’s not that I think the zombie apocalypse would be cool, but I could do all the things I do right now without getting sideways glances in the convenience store, or being told I’m depressed like it’s such a problem, or being treated like the splattered milk gallon on the dairy aisle linoleum. Everybody stepping back and maneuvering their shopping carts around the fresh disaster, and staring, and looking away, and ignoring what they don’t want to deal with. And not wanting the blame.

viii. I’m not depressed. It’s just winter.

ix. Is this the last weekend before the first blood? I’m not gonna do my homework anyway.

x. I’m not depressed. My brother took me into the car with the light fixture wires hanging from the ceiling like your wet hair from shower tiles. we zoomed down with Apollo laughing in the backseat and egged the big white houses in Beverly Hills and pretended like we were still the strawberry jam kids on concrete playing hopscotch, living in sandcastles, eating mudpies. Like we were not hotboxing, and taking pictures of half healed things under the band aid, and always ready to put our hands up when we hear sirens, and microwaving earthworms. And growing up too fast.

I’m not depressed. But I’m not coming back this time either.

xi. It’s a haunted Sunday in the home your parents left to rot, and the black mold spores bleeding down the buttermilk wallpaper are causing you to do unadvisable backbends. And somehow years later I am still the grocery list you are always throwing in the trash with the candy wrappers.

—  6. graduation cometh
How the captains would react (if their lieutenants quit)

As requested by anon. :)

Previously on Bleach Lists, we considered what would happen if the captains fired their lieutenants. But what if the lieutenants…quit? How would the captains react then?

1. Squad 13

Rukia: Captain, I can no longer be your lieutenant.

Ukitake: I understand.

Ukitake: You need to go to the world of the living, where you belong.

Ukitake: I was there, you know, when you trained Orihime Inoue.

Ukitake: I know she is your true love.

Ukitake: Go to her, Kuchiki, go to her!!

Rukia: …

Rukia: So, uh, I got offered a captainship…

Ukitake: …

Ukitake: Can we go back like ten seconds?

Rukia: How long have you been shipping us??

2. Squad 2

Omaeda: Uh, Captain, you know how my sister got hurt during the Quincy invasion?

Soi Fon: Yes. I recall.

Omaeda: It, uh, kinda makes you think, you know? About what’s important?

Soi Fon: I do not need to hear your personal journey, Omaeda.

Soi Fon: If you have decided to actually commit yourself to this squad, then do it. Otherwise, I don’t care.

Omaeda: What if it made me want to quit?

Soi Fon: Then I would kill you. Nobody quits Squad 2 alive.

Soi Fon: So do you have something to say?

Omaeda: No?

Soi Fon: ….

Soi Fon: So close.

3. Squad 3

Kira: Captain Otoribashi, I will be leaving your squad at the end of this week.

Rose: Izuru, why??

Kira: I am an undead zombie monstrosity with a permanent hole through my torso, and the underlings weep when they look at me.

Rose: Only for the first couple of days!

Rose: And I still say, if you let me decorate your horrible torso rods with brightly colored flags…

Kira: …

Rose: Right. Maybe you’ve earned a break.

4. Squad 12

Nemu: Captain, I would like to quit.

Kurotsuchi: Nobody cares what you want, you dolt. Now drink your poison.

Nemu: …

Nemu: Maybe this is why Nanao says we need a union.

5. Squad 5

Hinamori: Captain, I have decided to quit the Gotei-13.

Shinji: Very funny, you idiot.

Shinji: Make jokes like that, and you might end up in the Maggot’s Nest, which is occasionally canon!

Hinamori: I’m not joking, Captain.

Shinji: You’re not?

Shinji: Man, I have the worst luck with lieutenants.


6. Squad 10

Matsumoto: Captain, I quit!

Hitsugaya: I do not accept.

Matsumoto: What? You can’t just not accept my resignation, Captain!

Hitsugaya: Yes, I can.

Hitsugaya: I don’t accept it.

Hitsugaya: You know, you could just ask for time off if there is a big sale in the human world or something!

Matsumoto: You’d give me time off for shopping??

Hitsugaya: NO

Matsumoto: See? Maybe this is why I want to quit!


7. Squad 11

Yachiru: Ken-chan, I’m not gonna be a lieutenant anymore!

Kenpachi: Yeah?

Kenpachi: Okay.

Kenpachi: What are we going to do now, then?

Kenpachi: Look for stronger people to fight?

Yachiru: Sure!

Kenpachi: Sounds about right, for us.

8. Squad 4

Isane: Um, Captain Unohana?

Isane: I, uh, need to talk to you about something. I’ve….decided to quit the Gotei-13.

Unohana: Is that so, Isane?

Unohana: I understand.

Unohana: It is time for your murder phase. I had long seen it coming.

Isane: N-not everyone has a murder phase, Captain!

Unohana: Don’t be embarrassed, Isane. It is part of growing up.

Isane: C-Captain!

9. Squad 9 (Mashiro)

Mashiro: Kensei, I QUIT!

Kensei: You don’t even know what that means, idiot.

Mashiro: Yes I do!!!! It means I’m done following you!!!

Kensei: Whatever happened to “a lieutenant always followers her captain”??

Mashiro: That’s why I’m quitting!

Kensei: FINE

Mashiro: FINE



Hisagi: It’s like watching your parents divorce.

10. Squad 9 (Hisagi)

Hisagi: …and that is why, Captain, I need to leave your command.

Kensei: Shuhei, don’t be an idiot.

Kensei: You have our squad number TATTOOED ON YOUR FACE

Kensei: What are you gonna do, porn??

Hisagi: Well…


11. Squad 1

Sasakibe: Head Captain, I am afraid I must tender my resignation.

Yamamoto: Are you…are you SERIOUS?!

Yamamoto: I tried to promote you like 1000 times!

Sasakibe: I-I couldn’t take a promotion, Head Captain! It would have felt disloyal!

Yamamoto: But quitting isn’t?!

Sasakibe: …

Sasakibe: I’m a complicated guy.

12. Squad 8

Nanao: Captain, this is my three week’s notice. 

Kyoraku: Notice until what?

Nanao: Until I will be quitting.

Kyoraku: Q-quitting, Nanao-chan??

Kyoraku: Please don’t quit, my lovely beautiful lieutenant flower!

Kyoraku: Is this because I drink too much? Because of all the naps? Because I accidentally used your report as a coaster?

Nanao: You did WHAT to my report?

Kyoraku: See? How will I survive without that cruel, harsh look, Nanao-chan?

Nanao: …it’s going to be a long three weeks.

13. Squad 6

Renji: Captain, I am quitting!

Byakuya: Renji, you should leave the jokes to me.

Renji: This is not a joke, Captain. I am quitting.

Byakuya: You cannot quit, Renji. This is the Gotei-13.

Renji: Y-your last lieutenant quit! 

Byakuya: He had a very good reason.

Renji: He opened a sunglasses shop!

Byakuya: Are you suggested that sunglasses are not a good reason? Are you, Renji?

Renji: …

Renji: This went very differently in my head.

14. Squad 9

Iba: Captain, I need to speak with you!

Iba: I want you to know, Captain, that being your lieutenant has been fantastic.

Iba: I grew as a soldier and as a person.

Iba: Your courage and honestly and loyalty always inspired me!

Iba: And I could not have served a better man!

Iba: But I can no longer be your lieutenant.

Puppy Komamura: Wuff?

Iba: …

Iba: I think you need a friend, instead.


Dylan’s journal

1: Fact: People are so unaware…. well, ignorance is bliss I guess…. that would explain my depression. - Dylan
A Virtual Book
By: Dylan
Properties: This book cannot be opened by anyone except Dylan (some supernatural force blocks common people from entering).
2: The 4 stages from within: most, few, some, none
Me is place outside all the boxes. 
3: El Thoughtzos
Ah yes, this is me writing … just writing, nobody technically did anything, just I felt like throwing out my thoughts - this is a weird time, weird life, weird existence. As I sit here (partially drunk with a screwdriver) I think a lot. Think … think … that’s all my life is, just shitloads of thinking … all the time … my mind never stops … music runs 24/7 (except for sleep), just songs I hear, not necessarily good or bad, & thinking … about the asshole - in gym class, how he worries me, about driving, & my family, about friends & doings with them, about girls I know (mainly - & -) how I know I can never have them, yet I can still dream … I do shit to supposedly ‘cleanse’ myself in a spiritual, moral sort of way (deleting the wads on my computer, not getting drunk for periods of time, trying not to ridicule/make fun of people (-) at school), yet it does nothing to help my life morally. My existence is shit to me - how I feel that I am in eternal suffering, in infinite directions in infinite realities. Yet these realities are fake - artificial, induced (?) by thought, how everything connects, yet it’s all so far apart … & I sit & think … science is the way to find solutions to everything, right? I still think that, yet I see different views of shit now - like the mind - yet if the mind is viewed scientifically … hmm
I dwell in the past … thinking of good & bad memories. 
4: A lot on the past though … I’ve always had a thing for the past - how it reacts to the present & the future - or rather vice versa. I wonder how/when I got so fucked up w my mind, existence, problem - when Dylan Bennet Klebold got covered up by this entity containing Dylan’s body … as I see the people at school - some good, some bad - I see how different I am (aren’t we all you’ll say) yet I’m on such a greater scale of difference than everyone else (as far as I know, or guess). I see jocks having fun, friends, women, LIVEZ. 
Or rather shallow existences compared to mine (maybe) like ignorance = bliss. They don’t know beyond this world (how I do in my mind or in reality or in this existence) yet we each are lacking something that the other possesses - I lack the true human nature that Dylan owned & they lack the overdeveloped mind/imagination/knowledge tool. I don’t fit in here thinking of suicide gives me hope, that I’ll be in my place wherever I go after this life … that I’ll finally not be at war with myself, the world, the universe - my mind, body, everywhere, everything at PEACE in me - my soul (existence). & the routine is still monotonous, go to school, be scared & nervous, hoping that people can accept me … that I can accept them … the NIN (Nine Inch Nails) song Piggy is good for thought writing … The Lost Highway sounds like a movie about me … I’m gonna write later, bye   <<-VoDkA->>
5: Da ThoughtZ Jeah
Well well, back at it, yes (you say) whoever the fuck ‘you’ is, but yea. My life is still fucked, in case you care … maybe, … (not?) I have just lost fuckin 45$, & before that I lost my zippo & knife (I did get those back) Why the fuck is he being such an ASSHOLE??? (god I guess, whoever is the being which controls shit). He’s fucking me over big time & it pisses me off. Oooh god I HATE my life, I want to die really bad right now - let’s see what I have that’s good: A nice family, a good house, food, a couple of good friends, & possessions. What’s bad - no girls (friends or girlfriends), no other friends except a few, nobody accepting me even though I want to be accepted, me doing badly & being intimidated in any & all sports, me looking weird & acting shy - BIG problem, me getting bad grades, having no ambition of life, that’s the big shit. Anyway … I was Mr. Cutter tonight - I have 11 depressioners on my right hand now, & my favorite contrasting symbol, because it is so true & means so much. The battle between good & bad never ends … OK enough bitchin … well I’m not done yet. OK go … I don’t know  why I do wrong with people (mainly women) - it’s like they are set out to hate & ignore me, I never know what to say or do. - is soo fuckin lucky he has no idea how I suffer. 
6: Okay here’s some poetry … this is a display of one man in search of answers, never finding them, yet in hopelessness understands things …
Existence … what a strange word. He set out by determination & curiosity, knows no existence, knows nothing relevant to himself. The pretty declarations of others & everything on this world, in this world, he knows the answers to. Yet they have no purpose to him. He seeks knowledge of the unthinkable, of the undefinable, of the unknown. He explores the everything … using his mind, the most powerful tool known to him. Not a physical barrier blocking the limits of exploration, time thru thought thru dimensions … the everything is his realm. Yet, the more he thinks, hoping to find answers to his questions, the more come up. Amazingly, the petty things mean much to him at this time, how he wants to be normal, not this transceiver of the everything. Then occurring to him, the answer. How everything is connected yet separate. By experiencing the petty others actions, reactions, emotions, doings and thoughts, he gets a mental picture of what, in his mind, is a cycle. Existence is a great hall, life is one of the rooms, death is passing thru the doors, & the ever existent compulsion of everything is the curiosity to keep moving down the hall, thru the doors, exploring rooms, down this never-ending hall. Questions make answers, answers conceive questions, and at long last he is content. TTYL  <<-VoDkA->>
7: Thoughtz                                                                                                          Yo … whassup … heheheheh … know what’s weird? Everyone knows everyone. I swear - like I’m an outcast, & everyone is conspiring against me … Check it … (this isn’t good, but I need to write, so here ….                                             Within the known limits of time … within the conceived boundaries of space … the average human thinks those are the settings of existence … yet the ponderer, the outcast, the believer, helps out the human. “Think not of 2 dimensions”, says the ponderer, “but of 3, as your world is conceived of 3 dimensions, so is mine. While you explore the immediate physical boundaries of your body, you see in your 3 dimensions - L, W, & H, yet I, who is more mentally open to anything, see my 3 dimensions. My realm of thought - Time, Space, & THOUGHT. Thought is the most powerful thing that exists - anything conceivable can be produced, anything & everything is possible, even in your physical world.” After this so called “lecture” the common man feels confused, empty, & unaware. Yet those are the best emotions of a ponderer. The real difference is, a true ponderer will explore these emotions & what caused them. Another … a dream.                                                                                         Miles & miles of never ending grass, like a wheat. A farm, sunshine, a happy feeling in the presence, Absolutely nothing wrong, nothing ever is, contrary 180 (degrees) to normal life. No awareness, just pure bliss, unexplainable bliss, The only challenges are no challenge, & then … BAM!!! realization sets in, the world is the greatest punishment. Life.                                                            8: Hypnosis place - It is a sky - with one large cloud, & sort of cloud-made chair - the sun is at the head of the chair … 10 o’clock up into the sky … Below, I sometimes see mist, & the green (forest green) earth - sorta a city, yet I hear nothing. I relax on this chair - actually like a chaise - & I am talking … to what? I don’t know - it’s just there, I have the feeling that I know him, even though I consciously don’t … & we talk like we are the same person - like he’s my soul … The everlasting contrast …                                                                              Dark. Light. God. Lucifer. Heaven. Hell. GOOD. BAD. Yes, the everlasting-contrast. Since existence has known the ‘fight’ between good & evil has continued. Obviously, this fight can never end. Good things turn bad, bad things become good, the ‘people’ on the earth see it as a battle they can win. HA fuckin morons. If people looked at History, they would see what happens. I think, too much, I understand, I am GOD compared to some of those un-existable brainless zombies. Yet, the actions of them interest me, like a kid with a new toy. Another contrast, more of a paradox, actually, like the advanced go for the undevelopeds realm, while some of the morons become everything dwellers - but exceptions to every rule, & this is a BIG exception - most morons never change, they never decide to live in the ‘everything’ frame of mind!              Laterz           <<-VoDkA->>                                                                                   9: <<-VoDkA->>’s Thoughts                                                                                   The - Situation                                                                                                             It is not good for me right now (like it ever is) … but anyway … My best friend ever: the friend who shared, experimented, laughed, took chances with & appreciated me more than any friend ever did has been ordained … “passed on” … in my book. Ever since - (who I wouldn’t mind killing) has loved him … that’s the only place he’s been with her … if anyone had any idea how sad I am … I mean we were the TEAM. When him & I first were friends, well I finally found someone who was like me: who appreciated me & shared very common interests. Ever since 7th grade, I’ve felt lonely … when - came around, I finally felt happiness (sometimes) we did cigars, drinking, sabotage to houses, EVERYTHING for the first time together & now that he’s “moved on” I feel so lonely, without a friend. Oh well, maybe he’ll come around -> … I hope.               That’s all - for this topic - maybe I’ll never see this again. (-> ô=-   -=ô)                 <<-VoDkA->>                                                                                                                10: My 1st Love????                                                                                               OH my God … I am almost sure I am in love … with -. Hehehe … such a strange name, like mine … yet everything about her I love. From her good body to her almost perfect face, her charm, her wit & cunning, her NOT being popular. Her friends (who I know) - some - I just hope she likes me as much as I LOVE her. I think of her every second of every day. I want to be with her. I imagine me & her doing things together, the sound of her laugh, I picture her face, I love her. If - soulmates exist, then I think I’ve found mine. I hope she likes Techno … :-)             -, I love you                                                                                                             - Dylan

fandoms-stoll-my-life  asked:

Can you do the RFA + V with an MC who CANNOT sleep in a house alone. Like she's paranoid about someone breaking in, watching her in her sleep, etc. So by the party she's sleep deprived and close to passing out.

Wow look at cat mom actually doing stuff!! Much productive such write!! Sorry for not being active lately due to some personal matters and overall crappy health, but I promise to try my best from now on.

Onto your request: Yikes I want to wrap this MC in a blanket and put her to sleep like omg who gives a damn about this party lol. Anyways, here you go, love! I ignored everything that happened in each party because that would’ve changed… well, your entire request, especially in certain routes. Just think of it as a neutral party? Taking Jaehee’s route as an example.

- Admin Cat Mom.


  • the moment is perfect and this baby boy is more than ready to become a Manly Man and give you that well-deserved kiss you both have been waiting for.
  • and he’s going for it, he wraps his arms around you and leans in for a kiss, but right before closing his eyes he notices how drained you look.
  • the bags under your eyes can be seen from space oh dear god.
  • of course the stupid kiss doesn’t matter anymore.
  • and he beats himself up for not noticing it before?
  • immediately starts interrogating you.
  • sweetie you’re not helping let poor MC at least process the questions.
  • instead of answering any of them, you mumble something unintelligible and hold tightly to his arms.
  • you got like two hours of sleep last night, your eyelids are heavy and your whole body feels like jelly so you’re thankful for the extra support.
  • but while your busy letting yourself go in his arms, he straight up freaks out because—are you passing out right now, MC?
  • oh god oH GOD PLEASE DON’T.
  • once he takes you somewhere quiet, gets you a chair, and makes certain you’re somewhat more stable, he squats down in front of you and holds your hand, stroking it softly as he listens to what’s been troubling you.
  • if only he would’ve known sooner…
  • “I’m so sorry you had to go through that by yourself, MC.”
  • you can see true anguish in every corner of his face.
  • after a brief discussion with the rest of RFA, he offers to take you home and promises to stay with you until you feel better.
  • and even though he doesn’t say this out loud, he would gladly, ahem, sleep right next to you if it’ll make you feel safe and sound.


  • this place is so crowded and noisy and holY SHIT you look like you’re dying, MC, what the hell happened?
  • he’s eavesdropping on you and it’s quite evident you’re trying your best to make conversation with guests but you’re so disconnected from everything, stuttering and fidgeting and spacing out.
  • so he approaches you and carefully places a hand on your shoulder to help you out a little and pull you back to earth.
  • and… you startle at his touch and screech, he screeches as well and backs up, everybody goes quiet, things get awkward, suddenly the concept of spontaneous combustion sounds nice and fitting.
  • in order to avoid making things worse, though, he smiles for the guests, suggests them to try the food and takes you somewhere less crowded.
  • it’s not really a pleasant talk because you feel so dizzy and you’re afraid he may start nagging you for not getting enough sleep.
  • yet not surprisingly enough, he gets mad at everyone but you.
  • he’s mad at seven and v for leaving you all alone in someone else’s apartment and refusing to reveal your location
  • what was the point of that anyway?
  • he’s also mad at himself for not being there for you.
  • and while he rattles on and on about RFA’s irresponsible and careless members, your legs start feeling heavy and your vision gets blurry.
  • whoops, there goes MC who is now all passed out on the floor.
  • OH SHIT.
  • nope nope nope he’s getting you out of there rIGHT NOW.
  • not a chance he’s letting you stay at the party, you need a good ol’ beauty sleep to recharge and get better.


  • she’s been in your position more times than she can count.
  • it’s pretty obvious she recognizes all the signs of a sleep deprived individual.
  • and she’s honestly the sweetest and most caring of them all?
  • like honey, you’ve done more than enough for this huge success of a party, you’re even trying to socialize and interact with guests while struggling to stand and walk.
  • everything’s been taken care of and the guys are handling the party just fine, you don’t need to worry and you’re going home right. now.
  • because having you wander around while close to passing out could do more harm than you leaving early.
  • when she mentions driving you somewhere nearby rika’s apartment so you can get some sleep, your face immediately drops.
  • oh…?
  • she’s quick to pick up your reaction and asks for an explanation.
  • after you provide her one, she deadpan nods and grabs you by the arm.
  • okay then it’s settled, she has no choice but to take you to her place.
  • when you both arrive, she puts you to bed and offers you a warm cup of tea to help you relax before heading out.
  • except she barely makes it two inches far from her bed because there’s something desperately pulling her sleeve.
  • she hesitates for a moment and urges you that you’re safe here, there are no bomb threats or possible intruders or hackers slash kidnappers waiting for the right time to take you away.
  • plus they’re expecting her at the party.
  • but… you’re persistent and you seem genuinely distressed thus she can’t just go on with her day knowing you’re feeling unsafe.
  • so she lies down next to you and lets you rest your head on her chest, and she promises to stay by your side until you wake up.
  • her heart is pounding like crazy and her cheeks are bright red, poor thing may explode at any given second but it’s okay it’s all good, it feels nice having you this close.
  • you soon fall asleep together and it’s the cutest thing.


  • as soon as he arrives, he eagerly starts looking for you.
  • an alluring being among the crowd he simply cannot wait to meet, where can they be? you can tell how anxious he is just by looking at his left cuff.
  • he’s fidgeting with it nonstop.
  • he asks about your whereabouts to every RFA member and guest he encounters without any luck.
  • until he bumps into seven and pops out the same question yet again.
  • “there,” he answers while pointing at his back.
  • five seconds later you crash into him, both of you losing balance for a moment.
  • “are you drunk, MC?”
  • though harsh and quite direct, he tries to be discreet about it.
  • and in his defense, you do look a bit drunk and disoriented.
  • this isn’t how he imagined getting to meet you.
  • still, he’s a gentleman resolved to help you avoid embarrassment and discomfort, and instead of dwelling on the reasons behind your current state right there, he escorts you outside to have a talk.
  • what? what do you mean you’ve barely slept in the past two weeks?
  • he refrains from lecturing you because 1) you look like you could faint at any minute and 2) he doesn’t want to upset someone who’s already upset enough, it’d be no help.
  • “you should’ve called, why didn’t you? I would’ve kept you company.”
  • you know it’s serious when executive director jumin han is willing to sacrifice his sleep and tight schedule just to make sure you’re having a good night’s sleep.
  • but since “it’s no use crying over spilled milk” his words and he has zero fucks to give, he suggests fleeing from the party.
  • no worries he ends up calling jaehee to let her know you’re feeling unwell.
  • after getting into his car, you fall asleep on his shoulder.
  • he stays still and watches you sleep in silence, a cute, barely noticeable smile across his face.


  • oh noes.
  • he’s seen that “do i want death or am i already dead who the hell knows at this point” look you’re pulling off.
  • where, you may be wondering? oh, that’s right, in the fucking mirror every goddamn night for the past fifteen years of his life.
  • you look like a zombie wandering around the room, you’re bumping into people and making a mess your way.
  • you haven’t even realized there’s a wine stain on your pretty clothes.
  • otherwise, he’s afraid you’ll pass out cold and the last thing you need right now is a concussion, so he comes up to you and greets you with one of his dumb jokes in order to lift your spirit.
  • it kinda works but you’re still looking… well, dead, and moody.
  • a moody zombie? yeah, that’s about it.
  • refusing to give up on you just yet, he grabs your hand and promises to stay by your side throughout the whole night so you can lean on him, literally, whenever you feel like you’re about to faint.
  • what was that? do you want to leave early instead? that’s cool too, jaehee will take care of everything don’t you worry, my brave soldier.
  • defender of justice seven zero seven’s got your back!!
  • you eventually leave the party together but you don’t go very far, instead, you lay down on a park nearby to contemplate the sky.
  • he’s telling you stories about the clouds idly passing by when he hears a sweet little snore.
  • it’s you!! you’ve fallen asleep on his chest, aw.
  • all the blood in his system gathers on his cheeks and he is now all red, you can’t tell his hair apart from his face.
  • and in order to keep you warm and well protected, he embraces you with both arms and kisses your head.
  • later on he falls asleep too because he’s just as sleep deprived as you.


  • surprise surprise! much to everyone’s expectations, lovely boy has decided to show up to the party!
  • and he’s so excited to meet you after hearing so many positive things about you and how you’ve put every ounce of energy into RFA’s party.
  • he needs to thank you properly!!
  • spotting you amidst the guests isn’t really hard as there’s a bunch of people gathered in the center of the room making commotion.
  • apparently, someone has fainted? he can hear yoosung screaming and asking people to make some room, zen is yelling something about CPR, and jaehee is rushing to the crowd while dialing what it seems to be 119.
  • what in the world…?
  • determined to do some damage control, he hurries to reach jaehee and tries to find out what the hell is going on.
  • “it appears MC has passed out and we don’t know the reason.”
  • no need to say more.
  • he kindly but firmly asks people to stay back so that you can get some air, and he also sends yoosung to get you a chair to sit on.
  • zen is in charge of bringing you a glass of water because boy needs to calm the eff down.
  • five minutes later he manages to sit you upright in a chair, away from the crowd and where you can get some fresh air.
  • six pairs of concerned eyes are piercing right through you while you try to regain consciousness, only one of them hidden behind sunglasses.
  • you may not see those eyes clearly, but they carry the most guilt out of all of them.
  • in his usual soft caring voice, he does an attempt to ask you what’s wrong, and as he gets the answer he was expecting, he frowns and strokes your hair.
  • “why didn’t you say anything? we could’ve helped you.”
  • were it not for the mess he’s sunken in thanks to rika, he would’ve gone to the apartment himself to make sure you were getting some sleep.

I hate this topic.
But what if the zombie apocalypse did happen - but being infected just made you a really chill dude. And like. Helpful.
Like seeing an elderly person trying to cross the road.
“Excuse me, would you like some help crossing? I can lead. I’m already dead so it’s okay if I get in an accident, just want to make sure you cross safely. ”
Stopping robberies and stuff.
“Everyone on the fucking floor”
‘Look man, can you not. I’ll rush you right now and eat your brain. I’m honestly just trying to make a deposit, and like the whole shot to the brain thing is all Hollywood so you literally don’t have any good options here"
This post is dumb but I’m making it anyway.

@prompt-master killing it with the prompts again!!! You are living up that name, fam! I love this!

“Dude, you look like a zombie right out of Apocalypse of the Damned.”

Jeremy only spares a brief glance toward Michael before dragging his feet across the floor to get to Michael’s bed. He climbs onto the soft mattress and maneuvers himself around until he’s perched at the front of the bed with his back pressed against the headboard. He draws his knees to his chest and breathes out a shaking sigh as he drops his chin atop one knee.

Keep reading

The Hosts as “Going back to school” archetypes.

Ok so this wasn’t a request, but after going back to school today I felt the need for this. Humor me please. (Yes, these are all people that I saw today!) ^.^

Tamaki: “Talks about how excited he is to be back and how great the year is going to be until the teacher hands him the first assignment and basically kills someone.”  

Kyoya: “Literally looks like he never stopped going to school from last year”

Hikaru: “Actual zombie”

Kaoru: “The poor person helping the actual zombie to not fall in the middle of the hallway”

Mori: “Are you sure they didn’t move?!” “I’m right here.” “OH.”

Hani: “Was so excited about going back to school that they got no sleep and is now asleep on their desk”

Haruhi: “Done with everyone and its only first hour.” (See also “No I did NOT stop by Subway before coming here! *Takes bite of Subway sandwich*)

Façade [Chapter 2]

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Warning: Language

Summary: You thought you wanted fame. You thought you wanted this. But a part of you still yearned for that normal life, a normal love: finding someone that you love and will love you back with all his heart. So soon enough, this became too much for you.

PrologueChapter 1Chapter 2Chapter 3Chapter 4Chapter 5Chapter 6Chapter 7Chapter 8

Chanyeol’s close friends, Jongdae, Baekhyun and Sehun were betting on how long Chanyeol would last without you.

Sehun scoffed and said, “Three days.”

“No, I think that’s too short.” Baekhyun looks at the others confidently. “I’ll give it one week.”

“Two weeks.” Jongdae pipes and Chanyeol groans at his friends.

“You guys are the most supportive friends ever.” He says sarcastically. “Thanks.”

Keep reading

Imagine G-Eazy

Imagine doing a interview with G-Eazy

You sit down in the chair and position yourself. Gerald starts to hum and lets his gaze fall on you. You mouth the word “hello” and smile.
“Alright are you guys ready”, the interviewer asks.
“Yes, Im hella ready at 7 am in the fuckin morning. Without any cofee…….none.”
“Hey watch your profanity.Little kids are watching. It’s like above here. You need to bring that shit down here. To rated G”, Gerald says lowering his hand to your feet. You slap it away and roll your eyes.
“G-Eazy”, he corrects.
“Gerald don’t ever f-”
“Beeeeeep”, he squeals.
“- tell me that I can’t cuss or i will beat the livin shi-”
“-out of you you a-
“-hole”, you finally finish.
“Lady’s and Gentleman the swearing dictionary. This is literally where I get all my swear words from. Here.” He points to you.
“Who the hell says swear-”
“Mhmmm”, the interviewer coughs gaining your attention. You both shut your traps and look forward.
“Are you ready?”
“Yeahh. Lets get it on”, you say and rub your hands together ,“Yeeeeeee!” Gerald covers his ear and leans away from you.
“What you don’t like my yeeeee?”
“No…I hate it with a passion. You sound like a dying bird. Just dying…right there….in the street. Dying. Every time you do it gets worst. More screech no yeeee.”
You hear a couple laughs in the background.
“You do it terrible, just terrible. You know.”
“No I don’t”, you say blankly.
“Just dying in the street-”
“Are you done?”
“-got hit by a drone plane. Yadadamean.Groooooooooom,boom, yeeeeeee!”
“Are you done-”
“Sad, R.I.P Paul. Nice bird-” he raises his hand to his heart and lifts it up.
“You done?”
“Are you done criticizing me?”
“Oh yeah….I’m done”, he says taking a drink from his water bottle.
“Alright…100 emoji or Fire emoji.
“Fire emoji”, you say smiling. Gerald raises his hand and you proudly slap it.
“I mean like that’s the perfect way to slide into them dm’s. Just send her a picture of her and send her a bunch of fire emojis. I’m mean it’s fire”, he explains.
“Yeah, but than can also be used for emergencies. You know people with hearing disabilities can also slide into the fire stations dm’s and get help. Just send a bunch of fire emojis. That can be really helpful you know.” You realize the whole room is silent and stop talking.
“I mean i guess. Not really what we were talkin about, but you are right yadadamean.”
“Well someone has my back.” You do a little fist bump with yourself and smile.
“Okay….uhh football or basketball?”
“Basketball”, you both say together.
“Basketball all day ”, Gerald says , “Shouts out to the Warroirs world champoins-”
“Woop,Woop, Warroirs”, You yell. Gerald laughs and looks at you.
“Ahhh major Warrior fan. She looked crazy at the champions. Actually aren’t you wearing a hat right now.”
“Yess I am. By the way. Warrior merchandise at their officail webpage. There is a link at the bottom and there you can get this”-you tap your hat-“and these”-you point at your sweats.“
"Yo’ we trying to do an interview here. Your like trying to turn this into an ad or sh-”
“Beeeeeeep”, you screech. Gerald places his hand on his head.
“This is going to a long 15 minutes. I was gonna say show.”
“Okay…..Vampires or zombies.”
“Vampires. I’m a Vampire personally. It’s strange being awake at this hour…. I live when it’s dark out.”
“Yeah he does and so do I. You know you cant calm down , i mean like this is not Random-”
“Okay you can stop now”, he groans.
“…..oh I remember one mornin we had to get up like real early. You know he came to my house for a slumber party. Did i mention we throw the best slumber party? Probably not,but we do. I forced my bestie to wear a onesie. He was Joker and I was Harlie Quinn. I remember beacuse I beat him in Call Of Duty that night. We stayed up until 4 am. Long time. Killed you 100 times. 2 to 100. Love that game.”
“Uhhh I dont remember just two i think it was like 4 times-”
“Minus two times. Which is two. Plus they didn’t count really. Once i fell off the building and the other time you grabbed my controller. Then shot me.”
“Uhhhh i dont remember it happening that way.-”
“Well it did. Anyways back to the morning. So we were brushing our teeth and we actually accidentally swapped toothbrushes. I was using his and he was using mine. I wondered why it smelled like alcohol. ”
“Hey my breath doesn’t smell like alcohol. It’s smells like sweetened alcohol.”
“Is that better?”
“I dont know you tell me.”
“It’s not good.”
“Uhh steak or seafood?” Gerald takes a drink as you answer. You clear your throat and lift your chest.
“Steak….Yeeeeeee”, you sing the last word in a deep voice. Water spits out of Gerald’s mouth as he falls out of his chair laughing.


❛ hey ghosts! tousle my hair!

❛ will you haunt me for the rest of my life?

so —– so this is just a bunch of hobos and rapscallions. ❜ 

❛ that’s not creepy? that didn’t make your spine tingle a little bit? ❜  

❛ I’m just gonna’ get the fuckin’ holy water. ❜

❛ hell is supposed to be an awful place, I image the place is terribly maintained. ❜

❛ fuck that demon, he’s white washing the history of this house.❜

❛ should we poke it with a stick? ❜ 

❛ I won’t argue that your logic is flawed. I just hate it because it’s detrimental to my argument. ❜

❛ oh shit, what up! I’m takin’ a selfie with some demons, yo! ❜ 

❛ jesus said chill. ❜

❛ you’re looking for me while grunting like a zombie!

❛ they’re really just getting boned by fate right now. ❜

❛ gimme a little purple nerple or something, lets have some fun.❜

❛ holy shit balls! ❜ 

❛ why i’m walking here by my fuckin’ self is beyond me. ❜   

❛ I just love seein’ ya’ squirm!

❛ well this seems all horrible and awful in general. ❜ 

❛ if you slit my throat tonight, I’m gonna have a hard time forgiving ya. ❜ 

❛ put it on wikipedia and lets leave. ❜ 

❛ I bet I could squeeze an apple till it exploded. ❜   

❛ here we go! rock and roll buckaroo! ❜

❛ you hear that in the distance? it’s the excuse train coming. ❜

❛ that demon’s racist!

❛ those are some chunky paws on our daughter. ❜

❛ don’t be bruce willis from die hard. ❜ 

❛ your unrelenting skepticism is exhausting it drains me of all happiness and energy, and I hope you know that. ❜

❛ I wanna see this girl eat some spiders. ❜ 

❛ that’s a real thing, pal. ❜

not jack nicholson, he was too cartoonish. ❜ 

❛ joke’s on them no bed to shake. ❜

❛ he’s exactly what’s wrong with hollywood! ❜   

❛ my fuckin’ hard-on exploded. ❜

( wheeze ) ❜    

nylona02  asked:

If you don't mind me asking, were you gonna right a sonamy fanfic for the song you wrote with the sirens and Amy having to save the boys? I love the plot and your singing is lovely!

(x) Used with Artists permission, please support her as well!

References this song: (x) Siren’s Song dedicated to Sonic Boom.


The team is once again enjoying… well, as much as they can, a Meh Burger as Sticks pokes at her food.

“Eh, I swear it moved.” she squints her eyes and peers into the hamburger, lifting a bun up to double-check…

“Hey, have you guys heard about those sisters who arrived here recently? They say that they’re professional performers!” Amy showed a poster of what looked to be a girl’s singing and dancing group.

“What? Great, more competition for Dream Boats…” Sonic folded his arms, not liking the ‘new group’ at first, leaning back in his chair.

Tails saw one of the girls and gasped, pulling the poster from Amy’s grasp and scanning it more thoroughly.

“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh!!!” Tails’s eyes kept shaking and shrinking as if he recognized her…

“What’s a gosh?” Knuckles scratched his head, putting his half eaten burger down.

“It’s Amber Titan!” Tails turned it around to reveal the one he recognized. “She did a promotion for Hello Doggy! I didn’t know who she was at first, but hey! If you’re hired to sing the Hello Doggy jingle, you must be great!” he then shook his head and looked a little guilty, “I never did see the airing… but I heard they sold the most products off that commercial for a year! I don’t recognize the other girls though…” he looked back at the picture and rubbed his chin.

“Let me see, let me see!” Knuckles pawed over the table, leaning obnoxiously and making Tails fling the paper around before Amy swiped it back.

“Aww…” he looked disappointed as he sat back down, before his eyes lit up at seeing another one of the girls. “Ah! Praise the great gosh! That’s Tiffany Titan!” suddenly turning into a fan-boys of sorts, he jumped and did a ‘gotta use the bathroom’ like dance with his feet and squee’d his his fists up by his face. “She’s on my body-workout videos! When I hear her sing the pacing, it’s almost like I can’t control how many sit-ups I do!… or leg ups… yeah, that’s right. I do them!” he put his hands to his hips and glared at Sticks, as she rolled her eyes.

“Sounds like they get around…” Sticks didn’t seem to like all the attention towards the girls,… that’s when-

“Wait a second- they can’t all be-” Sonic swiped the paper as Amy glared and growled, not liking how they were just taking her flier like that.

“Great GOSH! I DO recognize one!” At first disbelieving, Sonic suddenly shook his head and blinked again, “This… it can’t be!? I knew I recognized the ‘Titan’ name but… Merida Titan!!! She’s the number one Air-gear rider! It’s like everyone she goes against is stunned by her wicked moves and sick singing chords! She can shred the skate-park AND a guitar..!” he excited grinned, before suddenly looking up, very seriously, drooping his eyes slightly to show the sudden shift of character.

“We have to meet them.”

“HELP! HELP!” The old monkey man came franically darting around left and right into Meh Burger, “Someone has to help! Three girls got stuck in a cave!”

“Three?” the three men suddenly perked their heads up, as Amy put a hand to her head and let it rest on the table, looking annoyed.

“I wasn’t even able to finish what I was saying…” She complained, as Sticks glared intensely at the burger, before smashing it down with her boomerang. She then happily smiled and began to eat it again, not seeming to care.

“What were the girls names?” Sonic zoomed over.

“Any you’ve seen before?” Tails popped over.

“Yeah! One with amazing crunches!?” Knuckles looked worried but more interested in if it was…

“Hmm… let me think… Does it matter?”

“IT MATTERS!” the boys heads completely, and aggressively, grew bigger in front of the old man as he cowered below.

“Woah! Geez! Kids these days and their caring about looks… back in my day-!”

“Great. First Gosh, now there’s a Geez?” Knuckles looked confused. “Why don’t I know these people!? I knew a Titan..?”

“Spare the lecture old man and tell us if they looked like this?” Sonic lifted a hand up and then pulled the flier to his face.

“Hmm… well, all I can say is there was cries of help, and they were… strangely beautiful too… Strangely alluring and … melodious.”

“It’s gotta be them!”

“Or did I mean mischievous?”

“We’ve gotta save them!” Tails turned excited to Sonic as he returned the gesture with his fists raised in anticipation of meeting the idols.

“Or perhaps… malicious?”

Amy’s head suddenly perked up, “Malicious? How could cries of help sound malicious?”

But before the old monkey could answer her, Sonic, Tails, and Knuckles fist pumped and ‘yeah!’d together, jumping up and smashing their bodies together in a ‘teamwork/friends’ way and took off.

“Maybe I can get her to sign my abs!” Knuckles was heard shouting out as Amy once again shook her head, getting up and throwing her hands down by her sides.


“Idols..?” Sticks’s eyes suddenly widened, “Oh no! People worship idols! These girls must be up to no good! Come on, Amy!” She grabbed Amy’s arm and dragged her behind as she ran after the boys. “There’s only a handful of caves on this island, they’ve gotta be in the deepest, darkest, most murkiest one!”

“That’s all of them!” Amy cried out, trying to get at least a ‘foot’ on the ground. “Ugh! Why does everyone just lug me around!? I can WALK, darn it!”

Upon reaching the cave, the boys panted in exhaustion.

“This… is the last… one.” Tails wiped some sweat from his brow and arched his back from hunching over. “Phew…”

The boys shook their heads, “Snap out of it, team! Put on your brave hero faces! We’ve got some damsels to save! With marketable signatures...”

They shook themselves into more ‘daring’ poses before Tails threw up his Hello Doggy notebook and pen, clicking the pen before charging inside.

Once in, they called out to see if anyone would answer, but instead, they heard… singing for help?

That’s when their eyes began to change color and they felt their bodies moving strangely to the music.

“Someone’s gotta be here!…w-woah…” Tails was the first to feel woozy. “Ah! What’s happening???” his body began to dance on it’s own, as Sonic and Knuckles also fell under the spell.

“It’s like my body can’t fight the power!” Knuckles started doing something ridiculous as Sonic questioned him with an odd expression.

“Knuckles? That’s not even dancing! Why can’t we stop?” He then looked to his feet….

(Song Starts here, but before Amy’s lyrics come in to play…)

Amy and Sticks dashed into the cave, seeing the lights and party music, they looked up to see the girls dancing in silouettes, and their shadows locked onto Sonic, Tails, and Knuckles from the floor.

At this point, the team were like zombies, and their essence of energy was like sparkles in the air, drifting over to the girls and giving them power.

“Witch doctors!” Sticks jumped and clang to Amy’s head, making her stumble a bit, but both weren’t seen.

“I told you! Idols require sacrifices from their followers! And right now, our friends are giving them a strange, voodoo dance to satisfy their strange tastes in dancing genres!!” Sticks’s nails dug into Amy as she ‘ow’d! and ripped her off, holding her out as Sticks pulled in like a kitten being held by one hand.

“No, Sticks! They’re under some kind of… of brain-control or something!”


“No, more like-”

(music and ‘bom-da-booms’ play)

Amy glares at the girls, stepping forward. “…Sirens.”

She looked to her friends, “But how do we?”

Sticks took out, her battle-cry fierce but the girls saw her coming and Sonic sped out to stop her.

Sticks screeched to a halt and went on all fours, hissing, but Amy pulled her back.

“They’re being forced to defend them!”

“Then there’s only one thing to do!” Sticks sucked in air.

Amy plugged her mouth, “What are you doing!?”

Muffled noises were heard before Amy looked annoyed and moved her hand.

“-And so by that logic, we HAVE TO SING TO FREE THEM!”

“…come again?” Amy blinked, a little hesistant before Sticks cleared her throat and got up.

Again, Amy stopped her.

“No, Sticks! You’re singing put a rock down, but I don’t think it will help draw out everyone’s true selves… no offense.” she bent her ears slightly.

Sticks folded her arms, “None taken… hmph.” she turned her head away. “Alright, Angel of music, you sing.” Sticks teased, and kicked her forward.

(Amy’s part. Ending of song)


Snapping out of their delusions, Sonic and the team shook their heads, feeling weak.

“W..what was that?”

“I… I think it was Amy?”

“Impossible! You sing like a karaoke fanatic!” one of the girls swished out her hand, her long tail mimicking the action.

“How could you stop our spell? We were almost youthful again!” the other sister stated.

Amy looked back and noticed how Sonic and the team seemed to age a little… Tails grabbing his back and Knuckles unable to do a push-up, crying out, “nooo…!” and shaking his fist in the air. “Darn you, Geez! Darn you…!” he then fell flat on his face, starting to snore.

“Give my friends back their youthful energy, or else!” Amy brought out her hammer.

The more buffer of the girls stepped forward, “Or what?”

Amy grinned, and spun her hammer to point to Sticks. “Hit it, Sticks!”

Sticks started to sing and the girls gripped their ears, in great pain they suddenly shot their hands out and the sparkles of energy returned to their friends.

“Amy…” Sonic tried to keep himself awake, before Amy caught him from falling down.

Sticks caught Tails who’s fur was turning back to normal again, not grey or white like it was fading too.

But when she looked up… she saw Knuckles falling, and whimpered with a ‘Oh great…’ as he smashed down on her.

Her free foot twitched at the impact.

Sonic shook his head one more time, patting whatever was holding him as Amy felt the strange pats on her back, shoulders, and finally on her face.

“…Are you quite done waking up yet?” she mumbled under his hand as he lazily looked up.

“…AH!” he jumped away.

“Where… where did you come from..? Where are the girls!?” he looked around, before glaring at the sirens who were on their knees.

“Make it stop! It’s in my head! It’s in my head!” the three suddenly burst into sparkles of light, and Amy coughed.

“Ah! I feel younger and yet… some of it’s in my mouth! pah, pah!”

Tails slowly got up, “I don’t know what exactly happened… but I have a feeling those girls weren’t real to begin with…” he rubbed his head and tugged Sticks a few times to get her out from under a resting Knuckles.

She took a huge swallow of air as her head came up from below him, “Air… I taste air! Sweet air…” She then shook off her body like a dog and glared back at Knuckles, before turning to the rest of the team and putting her hands to her hips.

“Next time when I warn ya of the supernatural… don’t look at me like I’m the crazy one.” she dusted herself off from all the sparkles, before she felt her face and suddenly smiled. “Hey, I think my face just got lifted.” she pulled her cheeks up. “That means ten years added right?”

Knuckles turned his head, “Emm… I dreamed there were other people like us… but less bandages and chili-dogs instead of burgers… Hey! You had paige arms!” he pointed to Sonic. “Strange dream…” his eyes looked droopy and he suddenly went back to sleep.

(something like that, lol xD it was meant to be a ‘sonic boom’ episode, but here’s more sonamy, haha)

“I wonder what broke us from the spell?” Tails wondered, coming back as Sonic’s mouth turned to a fine line.

“I remember hearing Amy’s voice… and then seeing her trying to dance… you know, she’s not half bad.” Knuckles smiled, pointing a finger up. “Maybe I should get her autograph!”

“What about you, Sonic? I remember Amy’s voice drowning out the sirens too! It was… sweet… full of care and concern for us.” Tails smiled sweetly, looking up at the sky before Sonic swung his hands out, shutting his eyes closed with great intensity as he spoke quickly and abruptly.

“I-I don’t what you’re talking! I broke out of that spell myself! Amy just was there!” Sonic folded his arms.

“…” the two looked over him to each other and smiled, passing him and linking arms.

“So pretty~ like a little siren herself!”

“But a good one! And those hips don’t lie!”

Sonic twitched, before shaking a fist and following after them. “Wa-wah-what we’re you doing looking at her hips!? H-hey! Q-quit talking about Amy behind my back!”

He chased after them before mumbling to the side..

“I guess she was kinda pretty…”


“Her voice or her hips..?”


“Hahaha!” they both laughed as Sonic embarrassingly looked away and pouted to the screen.

MHA AU where everything is the same, except the other kids use All Might merch to bribe Bakugou into doing random little things for them 

Kaminari is the first one to figure it out.

he’s tapping Bakugou on the shoulder during free period. nervously, he asks “Hey Bakugou, could you help me study for the next test?”

and before Bakugou can fire off an angry retort, there’s suddenly an All Might themed mechanical pencil shoved in his face, decorated with the name of the hero’s attacks in bold, comic style script, complete with a tiny little keychain in the shape of All Might’s hair and eyes. Bakugou’s mouth snaps shut.

“I’ll even give you this cool looking pencil I found, dude!! So please, please, pleeeaaase, could you help me? Some of this stuff makes absolutely no sense to me, dude!! I’d ask Yaoyozaru, but she’s already got like, half the class asking her…” Kaminari voice trails off as he notices for the first time that Bakugou isn’t responding to him. Rather, he’s still staring at the pencil in Kaminari’s hand.

A beat passes.

“Uh, Bakugou…? Dude?”

Bakugou seems to snap out of whatever trance he was in, and snatches the pencil from Kaminari. He growls, subdued, and huffs. “Yeah, sure, fine. Meet me in the dorms later, I’ll make you study until your fucking face melts off.”

Kaminari laughs awkwardly, a drop of sweat dripping down the side of his face. “Haha, well, if you say so? As long as I can pass the next test?”

He’s seriously starting to regret this decision. But it’s too late now, he supposes. Ah well. 


Later on, after Kaminari is exhausted from a study session with Bakugou–he looks like a zombie, one of the students cry as he walks in–he shares what he learned with Kirishima. 

He’s sitting next to Kaminari on the couch, patting him on the shoulder and laughing. “You shoulda expected this, dude.” He says cheerfully, not seeming to mind the state his friend is in.

“Yeah. I should’ve….” Kaminari’s voice cracks from exhausted fear, as he leans heavily into the armrest of the couch. 

“But you learned a lot, right?” 

“Yeah, I did…” Kaminari replies. And then his mind goes back to earlier, when he first asked Bakugou for help. How easy it was….

He sits up against the couch, and puts a hand to his chin in thought. “It was actually really easy to get Bakugou to agree to it, though. Way easier than I expected.”

“Well…” Kirishima pauses, and asks, “What’d you say when you asked him?” 

Kirishima runs a hand through his disheveled hair, scratching his head in thought. “That’s the weird thing tho. I offered him a pencil. Just a regular old All Might themed mechanical pencil. But then second he saw it, he got quiet and kept staring at it.”

Hell,” his voice raises in volume along, with his feelings of incredulous disbelief, “He even snatched the thing outta my hand!!

There’s a silence.

“Maybe…” Kirishima begins, slowly. “Maybe he really likes All Might?” 

Kaminari shakes his head, baffled. “But you’ve seen how he acts with sensei!! He’s always really grumpy or glaring or whatever. He never seems happy!!”

Kirishima tilts his head to the side in thought, and finally shrugs. “Well. Maybe we could test it?”

“Test if Bakugou really likes All Might?”

“Test if Bakugou really likes All Might merchandise, at least.”

Kaminari gives him a look of uncertainty, but finally relents. “All right dude. I’m not sure if this’ll work, but go for it.”

Kirishima smiles widely at his friend, and offers a comforting thumbs up in response. 


The next day, Bakugou is quietly sitting at his desk when Kirishima walks up to him. Before he can open his mouth, Bakugou grunts, “What do you want?”

Kirishima smiles, undaunted. “I heard you’re helping Kaminari study. Could I get some of that help too, bro?”

Bakugou growls, “That was just a one time–”

Before he can finish his sentence, something is shoved in his face. Again. 

It’s an All Might themed card. And not just a regular one, either, but a holographic one. It looks rare, or new. Bakugou’s mouth snaps shut.

Kirishima continues. 

“I’ll even give you this super manly card I got the other day if you help me out, dude!!” 

He doesn’t comment on the way Bakugou’s eyes fixate on the card. Or on the way Bakugou doesn’t immediately respond to his words. Or how Bakugou grabs the card out of his hand, in a way that’s both harsh and gentle, so as to not rip the fragile material. 

He doesn’t comment until after Bakugou fixes him with his red eyed stare, and huffs to himself, and finally says “Whatever. I won’t go easy on you, Kirishima. Meet me in the student dorms after class. I’ll make you study until your eyes start bleeding.”

Kirishima lets the threat slide off him, and gives the boy an enthusiastic fist pump. “Cool!! Thanks a lot, dude!!”

“And tell drooly not to miss it, either.” Bakugou mutters, covertly holding the card towards himself. 

Kirishima smiles and nods. “Alright, I’ll remind him. Thanks again!!” With those last words, he turns to head back to his desk, feeling accomplished.


When he finally sits down, Kaminari is already hounding his desk. “So? How’d it go?” He asks.

“Surprisingly… well?” Kirishima shrugs happily.

“What does that mean?!”

“He took the card, dude. Practically ripped it out of my hand and, like, cradled it. I think he actually really likes All Might.”

Kaminari scratches his neck. “Then… why does he always act so angry towards him?”

Kirishima crosses his arms in thought. “Well… maybe…. it’s just one of those things where sometimes you don’t get along with person you admire?” He shrugs again, and smiles. “But whatever. I’ve got a study session with you and Bakugou later, and he told me to remind you.”

Kaminari’s face pales. “Oh no… I’m not sure if I could take another study session with that monster.”

Kirishima laughs at his friend’s dramatics. “C’mon dude, it can’t be that bad, can it?”

He may end up regretting those words later.

Ah well. At least they know something about Bakugou they didn’t before. That’s worth something, right?

anonymous asked:

Yoongi 35

Prompt: “I waited and waited, but you never came back.”+ Yoongi

Words: 704

Warnings: Zombie Apocalypse au + fluff

Description: Being reunited with your old friends never felt so good.


You were scared.

How could you not be?

You had to stay quiet and hidden. And if you weren’t, you would be dead in a matter of seconds.

You were currently hiding in a hospital room. Everyone knows that in a zombie apocalypse, you should never, ever hide in a hospital. There’s a lot of sick and weak people in hospitals.

But you were in a hospital because you needed to get medicine for your group. Some people in your group have caught the flu, or something, and you needed to get medicine so they wouldn’t end up like those zombies that are just roaming around.

While getting the medicine, you ran into a big problem. Zombies. You expected it, since you were in a hospital, but you didn’t expect for there to be so many of them.

So you ran into a nearby room and locked yourself in there. Luckily, the room was zombie free.

You were in the room for a couple of minutes when you heard a few knocks on the door. You didn’t know if you were hallucinating or not, but the knocks sounded very human like.

Zombies wouldn’t knock, they would bang.

The knocks continued, but you stayed silent. And then you heard a voice on the other side of the door.

“Are you okay in there? I saw you run in when the zombies were coming.” Someone said. They were talking from the other side of the door.

The voice sounded oddly familiar.

“I-I-” you stuttered, still scared. “I’m fine.”

“Do you want to come out? I’m friendly, I promise. I have two of my friends with me too.” The person said. It sounded like a man.

“What about the zombies?” You ask, standing in front of the door, but not opening it.

“We killed them. Well, most of them. The ones that we didn’t kill, we just locked them in the staircase.” He explains.

“Are you sure you’re friendly? How do I know if I’m supposed to trust you?” You asked.

“Well, I mean, you don’t have to trust us if you don’t want to. But we’re telling the truth.”

You took a deep breath before putting your hand on the door knob.

You twisted the knob and opened the door, instantly moving back, just in case the man isn’t as friendly as he says he is.

Three men stood in front of you. Your jaw dropped as you recognized the faces.

“Y/n?” The man in the middle spoke, looking at you. “Yoongi?” You asked.

“Oh my gosh.” Yoongi says, putting down whatever weapons he had and walking over to you before hugging you.

He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your head into his chest as he felt tears come out of your eyes.

“Jesus Christ, y/n. Where have you been?” Yoongi asked you, kissing your forehead before looking down at you.

“I-I’m sorry.” You apologized, using your hand to wipe the tears from your face.

“Don’t be sorry. What happened? You went on a run to get food and never returned. I waited and waited, but you never came back. Where did you go?”

“I got lost. I was getting chased, so I ran. I didn’t know where I was. I didn’t know how to get back. And then I found another group.” You explained.

Yoongi hugged you again, resting his head in the crook of your shoulder. “I missed you so much. I thought you were dead. Don’t ever scare me like that again.”

“I missed you too, yoongi.”

“We missed you too, y/n.” One of the boys at the door said. You looked up at both boys.

Namjoon and Hoseok.

The both smiled at you and you returned the smiled before resting your head on Yoongi’s chest again.

“Okay, if we’re done with this little reunion now, we have to get out of here. The zombies are about to break the door to the staircase down.” Namjoon informs you all.

“Yeah, he’s right. Let’s go.” Hoseok says.

You and Yoongi released each other from the embrace, but he held your hand.

“You’re coming with us.”

Morgues and first kisses?

Hey so this is my first fic and it really sucks but I hope you enjoy it!!

You’re stuck in a morgue drawer with 10k and may be about to die. The perfect time for your first kiss right?

Written by @midnightmurphy


The Z’s were piling into the morgue, fear was clear on everyone’s faces. You looked over at 10k and even he looked pale, well.. Paler than usual.

“Shit what are we going to do?!” Doc exclaimed looking around at everyone’s faces.

“Wait, what’s that noise?” 10k stood up and walked over to one of the morgue drawers. Doc wearily put his hand on the latch and opened it before a z lunged towards him trying to tear his face to shreds. 10k was struggling to pike it while everyone was stood in fear before warren shot it straight in the head.

You let out the breath you had held in as Doc pushed the z back into its drawer and fell back onto the ground taking deep breaths.

“You okay?” You asked placing a hand onto his shoulder

“Yeah, thanks kid” You smiled at him and stood back up, Murphy was looking out of the window dumbfounded at how many Z’s were trying to get in.

“Guys you should probably do something right around now” Murphy pointed out

Warren looked at 10k and they started checking every drawer making sure it was safe before piling everyone into them until there was only one left.

“What now?!” You rushed, clearly panicking as the Z’s starting pounding on the door

“10k and (y/n) quickly get in, I’ll think of something!”

You looked at 10k and his eyes were wide as he looked back at you.

“Quick!” Warren ordered

10k quickly jumped onto the metal surface as you carefully climbed on top of him, shyly looking down at him.

“Okay we’re good!” You yelled as warren slammed the door shut.

“I’m scared” You mumbled placing your head on his chest. 10k slid his arms around your waist trying to calm you before you heard the main door bust open and all of the Z’s came rushing in.


It had been hours and nothing had happened, Murphy had obviously took off somewhere leaving you all to die. You looked up at 10k who had somehow fallen asleep underneath you, he looked so peaceful. You heard a z come close to your door before walking right into it, making you jump and waking 10k.

“You okay?” he asked noticing your breathing had gotten heavier

“I think I’m having a panic attack, I can hardly breathe in here it’s so tight and there’s so many zombies and I don’t know if warren is okay and I’m pretty sure we’re all gonna die if Murphy doesn’t come back and i-”

“Shh it will be fine just breathe, I’m here and I won’t let anything happen to you, I promise”

It was dark but you could still see him staring at you, it was the perfect chance to kiss him. You didn’t even know if he liked you in that way but fuck it, you could get eaten by zombies right now and you hadn’t even had your first kiss yet. You looked at his lips before you crashed your own against his, waiting for him to do something until he kissed you back, moving his hands up your waist and gently running them through your hair. You moaned quietly as he slid his tongue into your mouth and deepened the kiss. You pulled away after a while and looked away shyly as he untangled his hands from your hair.

“I didn’t think my first kiss would be in a morgue” you whispered. 10k laughed silently and shook his head “me too” he replied. That’s when you heard a zipper opening and voices which sounded like Murphy and Warren. You silently cheered as Murphy opened the door and raised his eyebrows at the sight of you and 10k with messed up hair and swollen lips, you cleared your throat as the both of you climbed out and looked down with red cheeks and smirks covering your faces.

“So anyways I found food and water” Murphy announced, dropping a pink spiky backpack onto the metal table. You all rushed over excitedly digging into the food. You and 10k giving each other small smiles from across the table now and then.

And that’s how you and 10k both had your first kiss in a morgue.

Request: So u have no Ubbe so I can give you some request 😎 Girl and Ubbe r married for so long but she can’t give him a baby - she’s upset he’s in love with her etc they must deal with it but it’s opportunity adoption, ofc it’s isn’t easy,lots of emotions, bad and good decisions. I hope you like it 🤞🏼AND OFC I LOVE YOUR IMAGINES AND YOU ❤️❤️❤️😂
Note: This grabbed me right at the throat, the feels, don’t do that ever to me again. ;-)
Warnings:  Loads of emotions, fluff, angst
Words: 3047

Tags: @itharley @miss-brightly-red @decaffeinatedeaglefart @odins-missing-eye @zombie-zayde @float-autumn-leave @inthenameofodin @burningsunshin3 @raekenimages

You stood on the docks, looking over the heads of the people gathered there. It was weeks now since the last time you saw him and you missed him, terrible. It was one thing to be in a forced marriage, a woman didn’t missed her husband as much as it was in a marriage that came out of love. And this was that, you married for over a year ago now and this was the second time he left you, the longest travel he made. So seeing those ships dock into the harbor made the tears of joy well up in the corner of your eyes. Pressing your body up on your toes you looked how the first men jumped out of the ships. Somewhere that short strand of panic filled your body while your eyes looked for him. What if he died? What if he was badly wounded? But all of that concern faded as soon as you saw him walking aside his brother and you pushed your way through the people, not being able to move further when you saw that smile spreading over his lips on something his brother said to him. His eyes started to search over the crowd, looking for you. He looked so good, healthy, strong and handsome as always. You remembered the first time you saw Ubbe like it was yesterday. You were cleaning the stables when he walked in, demanding a horse before he left again. After that he demanded a horse way to often until he only demanded you. His eyes locked with yours and you bite your lip to suppress the tears of joy while you started walking. His eyes scouted your body hoping to see the one thing that he was wishing for all the time you were married, you pregnant and just as always you needed to disappoint him. You laid your hands around his face while he pulled you closer around your waist. You placed your lips against his and everything you felt, you feared disappeared in this love.
‘Did I miss the most gorgeous face of Kattegat.’ He whispered.
‘Welcome back home husband. Night won’t be so lonely anymore.’ You smiled softly back, embracing his tightly for all your happiness didn’t found a way out.

During the feast you and Ubbe hardly stayed away from each other. And although you were a very descent woman you ignored all the rules in this night. Taunting him by dancing, exchanging promising looks and whispers about how much you missed him. On a certain point Ubbe had enough of it and leaded you out of the great hall home. ‘What did you do on those lonely night?’ He asked you just before you walked into the house. You turned around, your back leaning against the door while you looked up.
‘What woman do to feel comfort and enjoyment when their husbands aren’t home.’ You replied with a small, almost shy, smile. His deep blue eyes prayed your body, imagining you lying in bed at night, touching yourself because you missed him. ‘Not as satisfying as this.’ You said, laying your hand on his chest while looking up.
‘You always show yourself to be so innocent and good hearted but,’ he silenced his own words by the kiss you give him again. He opened the door and pushed you backwards in.
‘I’m all innocent and good hearted.’ You protested, pushing your feet out of the shoes before embracing his neck again with your hands. ‘Are there any wounds that I need to attend?’ You asked carefully looking over his body. He laid his hands on your dress, slowly pulling it up while he leaded your body towards the bed.
‘Does my wife has wounds that need attending?’
‘Only the black hole in my heart from missing you.’
‘That I can fix.’ He whispered, placing his lips against yours. You felt his fingertips scour over your body while he pulled your dress further up. You lifted your hands while he pulled the dress over your head. Your hair, stroke down over one shoulder while he let the dress slip out of his hands on the ground. You untied his leather armor, generally aware that his eyes covered your naked body that stood before him. He helped you get rid of his and your fingers stroked the superficial wounds and bruises he had. ‘I’m fine.’ He promised, cupping your face before laying you down on the bed. In the weeks it was everything you wanted, feeling his skin against yours, his hands touching your body, feeling him inside of you. You moaned on the fore filling feeling it gave you, the way he moved inside of you, the way he said your name, the way he made you feel. ‘I love you.’ He panted against your collarbone, just as you tumbled down from your high point and he spilled his seed inside of you. You embraced his head while he laid aside you, resting it on your chest, stroking your fingers over his braid.
‘I love you to.’ You whispered right back, listening to the heavy sounds of your breaths before his got more steadier and you knew he slipped away into is victorious dreams.

Keep reading

Voltron - Lance/Keith - Vaguely Based On My Own Bad Life Choices With Alcohol - Part 3 of 3

Part 1 / Part 2

Drink responsibly everyone. Do not drink too much and make sure you know your limit. (I learned the hard way a couple of weeks ago.)

Once Lance had finished again, he set his forehead on the edge of the toilet. Muttering to himself, he tried to lower himself back to the floor.

“Oi, let me help you!” Keith said and grabbed Lance by the shoulders once again. “You seem to be more awake and aware now though… How are you feeling…?”

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

11. from the prompts list

Into The Walking Dead - Dean x Reader

It’s a good plan!… Okay, it’s half of an okay plan… So it’s actually like a hopeful idea. Better than nothing, though, right?” You asked in hushed tones.

“Maybe,” Dean conceded, currently busy looking out the window. “I still think we should wait. We’re safe in here.”

“Yeah, for now. We’re more like trapped if they manage to get in. We got nowhere to go,” you spoke, eyeing the floor, a disgusted expression growing on your face. “God, this place stinks.”

“Course it does,” Dean said matter-of-factly, turning around. “We’re in the middle of a zombie apocalypse. Everything stinks.”

“Well, somehow this stinks more, which is saying everything,” you replied with a sigh. Then uncrossed your arms. “So you wanna wait here till morning? I still think we should use that window and hope they don’t spot us.”

“What if they do? There’s a horde out there. No, we wait,” he decided, taking off his jacket and putting it on the floor, into the corner at the side of the barricaded door. “They’re probably just passing through. They’ll be gone in a few hours.”

“So many places in the world and we have to spend the night in a smelly bathroom. It sucks.”

“Hey,” Dean counter offered, his brows raised, “so many people in the world and you get to spend the night with me. Huh?”

“There aren’t that many people, Dean. They’re mostly dead or walkers. That kinda narrows down my options.”

“Very funny,” he said dryly, sitting down. “I’ll have you remember, when this,” he waved a finger between you and him, “started, they were all alive.”

“So, are you saying I’m lucky?” You teased him. 

He patted his jacket, inviting you to sit. “I dunno about you. I sure am.”

“How can you make a night in a dirty bathroom suddenly okay, and slightly romantic, I’ll never know,” you confessed with a smile, sitting next to him.
Dean immediately put an arm around your shoulders and you rested your head on his. Then he spoke, a smile in his voice, “So you’re saying you’re lucky too?”

“The luckiest.”

I can say anything

When you first met ricks group, you were intimidated and, well, terrified. But after a couple of weeks people started interacting with you and you finally felt at home. Currently, Negan decided to pay Alexandria a little visit, for the 2nd time that week. You’ve heard about the man and how he killed your best friend Glenn and brother Abraham. One of the ‘saviors’ were arguing with another person which led to a fist fight, which led to negan, Rick, Michonne, The doctor and the savior in the infirmary. “I can’t believe one of your little pricks did this to one of my men.” Negan exclaimed. As he said this, you entered the room. Now you weren’t a friend to negan, nor did you have a strong hatred towards him. To the group, you were the reasonable one. Always finding solutions to problems, verbally at least. Whenever there was a conflict, you were called. Whenever someone had a problem, they would go to you. As a joke they called you the wise one. Sure he killed your brother and Glenn, but rick and them killed 30+ amount of Negans people. “Well to be fair, he did start it.” You stated. All eyes were on you now. “And who the fuck should you be little missy.” Before you could answer Michonne interrupted. “Her names y/n. She’s been with us for a while.” You walked up to the patients bed and handed ice to the doctor. After he said thank you, you moved back to stand next to Michonne. Michonne and you had a good relationship, she was like a sister to you and you were like a sister to her. “Right, so, now what. You got your supplies.” Rick, always the inpatient bastard. “Now, I wait for the slow doctor to finish up my guy.” Oh, no arguments please. Soon, Matt (the doctor) asked Rick a question, which somehow turned into an argument. It was shocking since the argument came out of nowhere. You, negan and Michonne looked at each other confused. Rick had been under a lot of stress lately, so Matt might’ve set his frustration loose. “Rick, just leave him alone.” But it was as if you weren’t even there. “Rick, come one. Let him do his job.” Not a single reply to Michonne either. “This always happen?” Negan asked. You shook your head and faced towards rick again. “Can you even hear us? Rick?” Still no answer. Instead of the awkward silence, between the 3 of you at least, you decided to play a joke. “I can say anything right now.” The leathered male and seemingly fearless woman both looked at you wondering what you were doing. “Hey I’m gonna open up the gates and let all the zombies in.” No reply “OMG MICHONNE YOUR PREGNANT!” The said woman snickered beside you. No reaction from rick though. “Hey negan, can I go to the sanctuary with you. I dont like dumbass bitch over here.” Negan had a smile on his face, enjoying the little show you’re putting on. “Maybe I should just go kill myself. Seems like you don’t care.” But as usual, rick was still in his argument. “Seriously?” You put your hands up in surrender and walked out, the other two following behind. As soon as the door closed, Michonne laughed. “That was great. You should’ve been an actor y/n.” Negan slowly clapped his hands. “You should’ve seen me in theater, I put the freaking drama in queen.” ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ Now just a friendly reminder. IM JUST STARTING TO WRITE FAN FICS. yes i know this sucks, yes i know I have no talent or make sense. But I enjoy writing them so far. So 😝

Originally posted by jdmfanfiction

Originally posted by meanandshallow

Originally posted by debraaamorgan

Originally posted by kehlani-updates