i mean i guess this happens a lot

Putting Lipstick On A Pig

by reddit user Pippinacious

Except for the whole murder thing, Courtney James seemed like a lovely young woman. She was bright, articulate, a dedicated college student and well liked waitress at a popular restaurant.

I met her when she was sitting in an interrogation room at the precinct. She was a bit on the larger side, dressed conservatively in pastel colors and minimal makeup, and when I came in, she introduced herself with a polite smile, as if we were meeting for a job interview as opposed to a police investigation. She had declined to have an attorney present, so I got right to business.

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Jason, Percy, and Capes

Or; Bi Ace Jason and His Journey of Self-Discovery

Or; Jason is Ace and I Am Projecting

So eventually Percy calling Jason “Superman” becomes kind of a thing between them. Jason only lets Percy call him that, and Percy uses it both to kind of tease Jason when he’s being extra heroic and praetor-y, and also as an affectionate nickname for his friend.

One year for his birthday, Percy buys him a Superman cape. He doesn’t wear it often, but it’s big enough that he uses it as a blanket a lot. When they hang out and play video games together, the winner gets to wear the cape. (He’ll never admit it, but sometimes Jason will let Percy win a little easier so that the cape will smell like sea breeze for a while after he leaves.)

A few months later, he sits Percy down and tells him that he likes boys as well as girls. Percy smiles, tells him that’s awesome! and that he does too, and hugs him. Jason hugs him back, burying his face in Percy’s shoulder. They watch a movie that night instead of playing video games, the Superman cape wrapped around them like a blanket where they sit shoulder-to-shoulder on Jason’s couch.

That year, Percy gets Jason another cape for his birthday. This one is just as big, but rather than red, it’s striped blue, purple, and pink. The bi flag, Percy tells him, a huge grin on his face. Then he unfurls it, and Jason sees the crudely sewn Superman logo in the middle. Jason laughs at that, head thrown back and just so damn happy, and Percy laughs with him. Jason refuses to take the cape off for the rest of the day (not that it mattered, since they spent the rest of the day bingewatching sitcoms on Netflix, but it mattered to Jason.)

Sometime later, they’re sitting next to each other on the couch, Percy’s legs flung across Jason’s lap, their video game controllers left on the coffee table from their last round. The bi flag Superman cape is tied around Jason’s shoulders since he’d been the one to blue shell Percy in the last seconds of the race and take first place. Percy leans forward, close enough that Jason can smell that sea breeze that just seemed to follow Percy everywhere, and starts picking at and fidgeting with the edge of the cape. So, if you’re Superman, he begins, nervousness wobbling his voice, is there any chance… I could be your Lois Lane? Jason smiles at him.

Things are going well between them. Dating is fun, even if sometimes their “dates” only consist of lighting a candle on the coffee table as they share a $5 pizza and watch cartoons together. Really, things between them don’t change much, they just get, well, closer. There’s more touching now, and for the most part, Jason likes it. He likes kissing Percy. He likes kissing Percy a lot, actually. And he likes the touching. He likes holding Percy’s hand, and he likes cuddling with him on the couch without fear of it being awkward. He likes when Percy comes up behind him and wraps his arms around his middle and rests his chin on Jason’s shoulder or presses his forehead to the back of Jason’s neck. He likes when they fall asleep curled up together and wake up with their legs tangled and Percy’s head resting on his chest, even if he drools, the bi flag Superman cape wrapped around them. There’s some things he doesn’t like so much, though. It’s nothing Percy’s done, because Percy would never do something Jason wasn’t explicitly okay with, but it’s the thought of it that bothers him. The thought of removing clothes and touching other places that leaves a distinct feeling of discomfort and repulsion in the pit of his stomach.

Unsure of what to do about it or what it means, he does the only thing he can think of and calls Piper. Surely, a daughter of Aphrodite would know what to do. He tells her what’s been going on, and when he’s done, she tells him that she thinks he may be asexual. When he lets out a noise of confusion, she tells him that it would probably be best if he talked to her half-brother Mitchell, since he actually is ace and could probably explain things better than she could. She gives him her brother’s number, and he thanks her.

Jason steels himself for what is to come. The talk with Mitchell had helped, and now that Jason has the proper words to put with what he’s feeling, he decided it was time to talk to Percy about it. It’s date night, which this time means takeout, a “clean linen” scented candle Jason had bought on sale, and a Star Wars marathon. When Percy steps through Jason’s front door, he greets him with a kiss and tells him he needs to talk to him before dinner. Percy nods, then asks if everything is okay as they sit facing each other on the couch. Jason nods, takes a deep breath, and carefully lays things out on the table, metaphorically speaking. He tells Percy about how much he likes being with him, but how the thought of doing… he fumbles for words… more… makes him nauseous. It’s nothing Percy had done wrong, just that this is who he is. He’s asexual, he explains, sex-repulsed. And he feels Percy has a right to know.

Percy has been nodding along as Jason explains things, ending with how he doesn’t think he’ll ever be okay with doing anything much beyond what they are doing currently. Okay, Percy tells him. He’s happy with how they are now, anyway, and he loves Jason so much that as long as Jason is happy, he will be happy, and that he’s happy Jason’s comfortable enough to tell him and that things are perfect as they are, and—

Oh.

He’d said—

I love you too, Jason says, and pulls Percy into a tight embrace for a few moments before pulling back and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. That kiss brakes when Percy’s smile grows too big for it. The rest of date night goes off without a hitch, and they fall asleep halfway through Return of the Jedi cuddled together under both Superman capes.

When Jason’s birthday rolls around again, he’s surprised when Percy hands him a familiar looking box. He opens it, and instead of blue, purple, and pink, the cape he pulls out is striped with black, gray, white, and purple. Percy’s grin is so bright Jason can’t help but smile back. He unfurls it, and sees the Superman logo stitched into it, slightly neater than it was on his bi flag one. He hugs Percy then, and Percy hugs him back, whispering I love you, Superman, into the junction of Jason’s neck and shoulder. There’s a lot of kissing after that. Then, they end up curled in the corner of the couch, legs tangled together and Percy half on Jason’s lap. Jason has his newest cape wrapped around his shoulders, while Percy has taken the bi flag one, and the red one lays across their laps. They talk for hours, about everything and nothing, from some new designs Annabeth has been coming up with to which flavor of Starburst tastes the best. Jason isn’t sure exactly when they drift off, but the last thing he remembers is nuzzling into Percy’s hair and being hit with that sea breeze as if he’s actually sitting on the sand and looking out at the ocean itself, and a passing thought about how comfortable and perfect he feels wrapped up there with Percy and all of their capes.

Then and Now

hey here’s some @dilfosaur 2demons AU because I love that shit

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“Can I ask you kind of a weird favor?”

Hanzo shrugs one shoulder, his gaze kept on the tiny bonfire between himself and McCree. “I suspect that you will ask me regardless of what I say,” he responds. Which is true–something he has learned about McCree in the past six weeks is that McCree is a very forthright person, when the situation allows for it.

McCree does not take offense, though, instead chuckling as he swigs deeply from a steel flask. He offers the flask to Hanzo, and Hanzo takes it gratefully. Alcohol has simply not been the same since his change 10 years ago, but McCree somehow always has a full supply of a whiskey so potent that even demons can enjoy drunkenness. On some nights, that becomes close to a necessity. 

He drinks, and McCree regards him for a moment. Then he asks, “Can you show me what you look like? What you really look like, as a human.”

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-Kinetic Abilities Prompt List C Edition

Carbokinesis - Control Carbon

  • As someone who happened to buy a lot of coal, I end up with a lot of diamonds.
  • You know those carbon filters in fish tanks? I never have to change mine now. I just sort of wave the guck out? It’s an easy chore.
  • Don’t forget, there’s carbon in steel. If I take it out, this whole city’s going down.

Cardiokinesis - Control Hearts

  • I don’t know why you think this has to do with love. Hearts are organs that only pump blood. I mean, I guess if your heart beats faster, you feel like you’re in love.
  • I spent years in medical school specializing in heart surgery just so I could discretely fix people’s hearts much faster than they should be able to. But whenever anyone asks me what my secret to fast and perfect surgery is, I have to lie and it’s eating me inside.
  • I can see everyone’s relationships, but sometimes it gets really distracting. All these fibrous lines keep obscuring the cinema screen.

Caelestikinesis - Control Celestial Bodies

  • Is it weird I can tell you’re an aries? I’m getting that you’re an aries. 
  • Okay, so making the night sky spell out “will you marry me?” was awesome but I think I ruined a bunch of aliens’ homes. I really hope they don’t know I did that.
  • Being a god of the stars is generally really boring. Nothing’s ever been happening. But this little planet seems to be starting something… Better get closer to watch.

Caelumkinesis - Control the Sky

  • I can hide as anything that flies. So if you happen to see a bird in my room, don’t chase it out with a broom. 
  • If you’re going to be like that, I can make sure you always get rained on.
  • The world is so boring. I finally found out how to make dragons and I’m gonna take the initiative and just making this happen.

Chemokinesis - Control Chemical Substances

  • If it’s on the periodic table, I can mess with it. People generally aren’t ready for their oxygen to become iron.
  • The hero can’t come and vanquish me if I’ve given them depression.
  • Now that I’ve trapped you in my moat… It’s acid.

Chromokinesis - Control Colors

  • A magician’s biggest trick: Turning the entire performance center blue.
  • I have a grudge against someone who somehow muscled their way into my personal art show. I’ll makes sure they never see color ever again.
  • So I can fly… But it’s very… Flashy. Yeah, it’s a rainbow.

Chronokinesis - Control Time

  • So, even if I manipulate time, I can’t manipulate space. And Earth moves, so… I kind of killed most of the population. They’re either in space or the mantle. 
  • I’ve been stealing time from everyone and it’s all stored deep underground.
  • I’ve tricked a constuction crew through a time-portal and now they’re building me a castle in 16th century France. I’ll be king and my castle will never fall.

Cibumkinesis - Control Food

  • You don’t even know how much pretentious people like to eat my ‘innovative’ foodstuffs. Milk jerky is as weird as it sounds and only comes in 2%
  • I’ll win every cooking competition, no matter how much I mess up. 
  • May your harvest be blighted and your water poisoned. Think twice before crossing me again.

Cthonikinesis - Control Nether

  • Powers adapt to new meanings for the word. I’m gonna send you to minecraft hell.
  • Your nether regions are so fucked.
  • How do you feel, facing your own late father in battle?

Cukinesis - Control Copper

  • When NYC falls into peril again, someone with the ability to manipulate copper calls upon the ultimate defense… The statue of liberty.
  • Yeah I can make a shield, but it’s gonna be copper. Sorry I can’t do anything else. 
  • I’ve gotten into the habit of driving by old neighborhoods and making all the copper wiring and pipes be sucked into my truck. It’s only slightly villainous. 

Cogitokinesis - Control Thought

  • If you’re going to be so angry about my favorite song, enjoy it in your head forever.
  • I make quite the racket erasing unwanted thoughts. Where those thoughts go though is only for me to worry about. 
  • My robots seem too mechanical. I should steal someone’s thoughts to give them a bit of personality. 

Cognikinesis - Control Perspectives

  • Most of the time I just force video games to let me play first person, I’m not sure what you expected.Forcing people to look at what they’ve become is a lot like judgement day.
  • When people make me upset, I like to make them see my actual point of view. 
  • It doesn’t matter how far away something is, if I can see it, I can touch it.

Comakinesis - Control Hair

  • My stage production of rapunzel is the best in the world. How I found a continuous 20 foot braid is anyone’s best guess. I’ll never tell.
  • I’ve created a new breed of naturally pink poodles. I’ll be in the lap of luxury for all my days.
  • No I only have one of these wool sweaters. I can just change it’s color because it’s technically hair.

Combokinesis - Control Combat

  • Any battle goes may way, from a simple argument to an election. I’ve become the most influential person in the world.
  • My personal feelings are always above any actual evidence of winning, so seeing that I may be wrong is terrifying. What if I was wrong before?
  • Now that you’ve shown me what your attack will be, let me eliminate that possibility.

Coronakinesis - Control Corona Energy

  • Yes, it’s basically like that one godzilla. No, I’m not secretly the kid of godzilla. 
  • You think you’ve seen global warming? You’ve seen nothing yet. 
  • Stars tend to move with their corona, so don’t mind the new stars. They were already there before.

Corrokinesis - Control the Power of Corruption

  • I really don’t like corruption, so I keep combing the internet for instances of corruption to take it out, hitman style.
  • I’ve condensed corruption into these special bullets. I want you to shoot all this list, no matter how nice you think they are.
  • Wait, I can basically make this into a hell-dimension? Awesome. Sin for everyone.

Cryokinesis - Control Ice

  • If you keep annoying me all the liquid in your body is gonna freeze.
  • I’ve got the polar ice caps fixed, Antartica is looking good, and I’ve got enough snow cones today’s day at the park. 
  • You’ve gotta believe me, officer! The icicle just plain fell on them! It skewered them!

Crystallokinesis - Control Minerals and Crystals

  • My modern witchcraft store is stocked full with crystals and stones. And it’s all homemade.
  • If I really tried, I could get my crystal healing techniques to go towards a doctorate.
  • You picked the wrong mineshaft to battle me in. You’be basically given me the battle. 

Cytokinesis - Control Cells of Organisms

  • My friend wanted to be a cryptid so we brainstormed for a while and they decided on their form. We still chat when I’m in town.
  • Even if I’m terminal, I can just fix it. I don’t see why I shouldn’t be allowed to fix you too.
  • Changing what shape my cells take is the ultimate camouflage. No one suspects the dog.
Jealous Fights (Jughead X Reader)

Summary- You get jealous that Jughead is hanging out with Betty so much, so you try to make him jealous too. 

Warnings- fighting, jealousy, kissing, crying.

requested- yes! @dixiehasalotoffreetime (thanks bes frand ily)

A/N- my first writing got 7 notes! (thats not a lot but still) thank you!  Also, I will be doing a second part to this! (probs won’t be as exciting but whatever) So stay tuned for that!




“So Jug, you up for studying tomorrow?” Betty asks Jughead.

You and your friends were all sitting at a booth at Pop’s, as usual.

“Uh, sure!” Jughead replies and smiles.

You quickly look both of them over. Jughead was your boyfriend and he seemed to be spending a lot of time with Betty lately. It was really getting on your nerves. 

“Whatcha gonna study?” You ask, scooting a bit closer to Jughead. 

Betty glances at Jug and replies, “For the science test, you know how hard Mrs.Hank’s tests are.” 

You nod and take a sip of your milk shake. 

You didn’t want to admit it to yourself, but you were a little jealous.

Then you got an idea. Why not make Jughead jealous too?

You turned to look at Archie, sitting on the other side of table. 

“Arch, do you to study with me? My place?” You ask the ginger haired boy. 

He quickly glances over at Jughead who looks a bit suspicious. 

“Uh, ok.” He replies.

You could see Jughead staring at you with hawk eyes, he was jealous already!

“Alright Archie, should we go?” You ask him leaning into the table.

“Sure.” He smiles and you both get up.

“Bye guys!” You both say in unison, before you lean down to kiss jughead.

Not just a peck, but a real kiss. You wanted him to see what he was missing out on.

You deepened your kiss and held his chin with your hand before breaking off. You wanted to be a tease.

You hear ooo sounds from Veronica and Kevin as you get back up from leaning over, still locking eyes with Jughead.

Jughead still looked flustered as you and Archie exited Pop’s. 

“What was that for?” Archie asks, referring to the kiss.

You turn to him and say, “Juggie has been spending a lot of time with Betty lately. And I don’t want to admit it but I’m kinda jealous.” 

“Ya, but they’re just friends.” Archie points out.

“I know but- I just want to make him jealous too. That’s why I asked you to study with me at my house.” You tell him as you near your home. 

Archie nods and you both enter the house.



The next day, you Kevin and Veronica walked to school together.

I didn’t take long for Kevin to bring up that kiss.

“Ok, but can we just talk about that kiss?” He exclaims. 

You giggle as he goes on.

“I mean that was hot. Like wow.” He says. 

“Thanks,” You laugh.

“But like why? You hardly ever kiss Jug like that in public, is there something happening that I don know about?” Veronica asked as she pulled her phone out of her pocket to check her hair on the camera.

“I don’t know. Jughead has been hanging out with Betty a lot lately. And I know that they are only friends… But I’m kinda jealous. I guess I just wanted him to see what he was missing out on.” You explain as you all enter the school.

“Oh! Well I can help you make him jealous if you want.” Veronica offers, winking. 

You laugh and open your locker. 

Then you see Betty and Jughead walking side by side down the halls, laughing. 

A fire burns in you. You didn’t know why, but you were mad. 

Then Archie comes up beside you and Kevin to open his locker. 

“Hey Arch!” You say loud enough so Juggie and Betty hear as they came closer. 

“Hey Y/N!” He replies and smiles and grabs some books out of his locker. 

Then Betty and Jughead come up to you guys. 

“Hey.” Jug says to you all and takes you into his arms in a light kiss. 

You kiss him back a little harder and then let go, smirking at him. 

You turn around and get books out of your locker as the rest of the gang talks. 

“So how was studying?” Jughead asked you. 

There it was, he was jealous.

“Fine, and you?” You asked smiling.

“Fine too.” He looked at you a little angrily and then said, “Well, I better get to class.” and walked away. 




After school, while in your room, you heard a knock on your window, it was Jughead. 

You quickly opened it and let him inside. 

“Hello beautiful.” He said and leaned in for a kiss. 

You rolled your eyes at his cliche saying but kissed him back. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. He wrapped his arms around your waste as his lips moved gracefully against yours.

After a few moments you broke apart and stared lovingly into his eyes and he did the same. 

bing!

His phone dinged and he pulled it out. 

“Ugh. I got to go.” He sighed and made his way towards the window.

“What? why?” You asked in an annoyed tone.

“I promised Betty I would help her with an assignment, sorry.” He said.

You lets out a loud groan. Jughead turned around to face you.

“What was that for?” He inquired.

“Nothing… It’s just seems like you’ve been wanting to be with Betty a lot lately.” You answered turning your head up a bit.

“Ya, so? She’s my friend.” He said.

“Friend, huh? It seems like you want to be more than that with her.” You said. You know you were going overboard, but you needed to show Jughead you meant business.

“What? Y/N that just stupid! You know that’s not true!” He raised his voice a bit.

“Oh really? Then why are you spending more time with her than with me?” You said, crossing your arms.

“I’m not! We just study together sometimes and-” He began but you cut him off.

“Sometimes? Sometimes?! You have been with her almost everyday after school for the past two weeks!” You raised your voice and stepped at bit closer to him.

“I have not! Your just jealous!” He yelled.

Anger burned in your eyes, you could feel your face getting red and your palms sweating.

“You know what? Fine. Whatever! Just go!” You yelled pointing to the window. “I’ll just invite over Archie!” 

Jughead began to leave until he hear the last sentence. He whirled around.

“Archie? Why Archie?!” He said, his eyes burned.

“See!! Your jealous too!!” Your voice getting louder by the second.

“I am not!” Jughead yelled, heading towards the window again. 

“Yes you are! Now leave! Be with Betty! Cheat on me, see if I care!!” You screamed, tears welling up in your eyes. 

That was it. He turned around so fast he was like a blob of black clothes. 

“I’M NOT CHEATING ON YOU, YOU IDIOT!!” He screamed.

Jughead had never been so mad before. He had never yelled at you. He had never called you anything other than sweet things. But he was the most angry you had ever seen him.

Your face got hot, tears began to stream down your face.

“WHY WOULDN’T YOU? YOU HAVE NOTHING TO LOOSE! BETTY IS PERFECT AND SWEET AND BEAUTIFUL! JUST GO WITH HER!” You screamed as hot tears poured out of your eyes.

“YES I WOULD HAVE SOMETHING TO LOOSE! THE LOVE OF MY LIFE!” He screamed coming closer to you.

Did you hear him right?

“I love you Y/N.” He said a bit quieter, but still loudly. 

He then took your face in his hands and brought his mouth to yours. 

But before he kissed you, you let out a small whisper, 

“I love you too.” 

Aliens on humans having a random nosebleed

I just got a random nosebleed (which happens fairly often to me, like AT LEAST once a week lately) and I just thought about aliens.

Like, they were already confused/horrified when a human gave them the talk and explained periods. But this. There’s is absolutely NO reason for me to bleed so often from there, still, it happens all the time. I learned to just roll with it. Now it is just a mild annoyance to me, but I can totally imagine an alien freaking out over this.

“Ah Khor'var, I was looking for you! There’s a problem with my computer, could you have a look?”

“Of course Human Laura. Can you describe the problem?”

“Well, it started to make a weird noise this morning and- oh… hang on. *annoyed sigh* shit I need some tissues, I feel it coming. *pinch her nose with one hand, tries to get on tissue out of her pocket with the other*”

“Um, is there an issue Human Laura?”

“Uh? *while holding the tissue up her nostril* Nah, just a nosebleed.”

“A nosebleed? You are bleeding? I need to call the medical team!!! How did you get wounded!? Are you dying?!”

“Nononono! Khor'var, Khor'var, dude, it’s okay, I can handle, I’m used to it, happens all the time, no worries.”

“… Ah, I see. Is it this human fertility cycle I heard about?”

“Haha no, totally different thing. It’s not periods, periods have a purpose. This is just… random bleeding for no reason I guess.”

“You mean.. You can start to bleed without being wounded, for no biological reason?!?”

“Yep pretty much.”

“And it happens regularly?!?”

“Not to every human, but it does happen a lot to me since I was a kid so.. I just roll with it now. It’s a tad annoying but eh at least it’s not both nostrils at the same time! *annoyed* I hate when that happens, I look stupid with my nose stuffed with tissue paper. Anyway where was I? Oh yeah, computer noise!”

Needless to say, how humans could be bleeding for no reason and still worry about looking stupid was beyond Khor'var. Heck, how humans could start to bleed for no reason and NOT DIE was beyond him! But hey, humans are weird.

In the Wake of Scandal: Part 2

(In the Wake of Scandal)
(In the Wake of Scandal: A Forum Post)

manga spoilers


Fog, cold and dense, layered the field where the remedial license training took place each morning. The kids who’d failed the provisional exam were aligned in two rows, each pair of partners facing each other, tossing a 10kg medicine ball back and forth as a warm up exercise. The warm up exercises were always quiet, smothered under the palpable drowsiness of kids unwilling to be awake at 5:30 am.

Even Bakugou remained mostly quiet during these exercises, often because his stung pride kept him silent, or because he shared few talking points with his partner. Today though, his quiet was tense, and it was temporary. His tosses became more and more forceful, fueled by frustration, until Shouto had to brace himself for each toss of the ball.

Bakugou gave the ball one last overly forceful throw. Shouto caught it with a small oof, and his feet stumbled back, though his eyes remained fixed on the ground a few inches in front of Bakugou. He’d been staring at the ground the whole exercise.

“Throw it back,” Bakugou said.

“Hmm?”

“Throw the ball back, Icyhot.” Bakugou spread his feet, hands at the ready. “And look at me while you do it.”

Shouto complied. He looked to Bakugou, and he tossed the ball gently, and it returned to Bakugou with less than half the force that Bakugou had launched it with.

“Is that all you’ve got?” Bakugou asked.

“Sorry. I was up late studying with Midoriya… I didn’t go to bed, actually.”

“Boo hoo.” Bakugou threw the ball back, but without much conviction. Pummeling Shouto with it didn’t feel therapeutic anymore. “Is a little lack of sleep enough to keep you from training? Don’t be weak.”

Shouto caught it. He threw it back. He stared at the ground again.

A nerve twitched in Bakugou’s temple.

“Why aren’t you angry?”

“Hmm?” Shouto answered, as though he hadn’t heard, as though the fog around them were dense enough to cut Bakugou off entirely from him, sight and sound.

“You should be angry,” Bakugou answered, and he heaved the ball at the last word. Shouto caught it, though he took most of the impact in his chest. “You know they’re saying terrible shit about you everywhere.”

“Oh… Yeah, I know.”

“Do you not care?” Bakugou waited. The ball did not return. “Or…is this just your response to everything? Moping and shutting down?”

Shouto did not answer immediately. For a few seconds, the silence simply lingered.

“…You’re angry at me. Did I do something?”

“Yeah! …No! It’s that you’re doing nothing.” Bakugou’s eyes shot left and right. A few of the other remedial students had paused to listen, so Bakugou closed the gap between him and Shouto. And he dropped his voice to a snarling whisper. “Get angry. Be angry. Who the fuck asked them anyway!? What fucking right do they have to judge you!?”

“I’m getting confused…” Shouto raised the ball, as if contemplating whether to still throw it from this distance. He hesitated. “Are you angry with me or with the people talking about me?”

Yes.” Bakugou’s fingers flexed and unflexed, palm sparking damp and smothered as a release of tension. “You’re not…special, Icyhot. This isn’t new. You’re not the first UA student to get slandered over taking a hero out of commission.”

Shouto finally locked eyes with Bakugou. His pupils darted back and forth, unable to decide which eye to best make contact with. “Oh…” Shouto answered.

“I didn’t hide from it. I read everything they had to say about me and All Might. And it was garbage. Their opinions were garbage. Filthy fucking sniveling garbage. Like they could know. Like they had any clue. Like I was weak for getting kidnapped. Like I deserved to—and All Might—and fuck them. Fuck all of them. Weak fucking pretentious pieces of roasting shit thinking any shitty garbage string of words they can piss out on a keyboard and post online means anything.”

“Oh, right,” Shouto answered slowly, his eyes dropping down to the medicine ball. “I never read forum posts much before this happened. I guess they must have talked a lot about you, and the kidnapping, and All Might.”

“It was garbage. Every piece of it.” Bakugou turned on his heel. He stalked back across the lawn, reassuming his position and turned again. He held his hands up and motioned for the ball. “Throw it. And be angry when you throw it. Knock the wind out of me, Icyhot. Because you’re making me feel fucking stupid being the only one of us who’s angry for you.”

Shouto threw it, harder now than before, but it didn’t so much as rock Bakugou’s stance. He caught it effortlessly.

“How did you deal with it back then, Bakugou? I haven’t figured it out yet. I’d like to know.”

“I told you already.” Bakugou returned the ball. It slammed into Shouto’s outstretched arms again, another puff of breath bludgeoned from his chest. “Those people online are garbage. They don’t mean shit. Who the fuck are they to tell you if this is wrong or right? They’re not real to you. They don’t know you. They can eat shit.”

Shouto cradled the medicine ball in his hands a few moments longer, cold and damp to the touch. His chest ached just faintly. “Thanks, Bakugou. But I don’t think I’ve got the right personality to think that way.”

Shouto held the ball, and held his eyes to the ground, and did not look at Bakugou. He got no response, but he could feel tension leaving the air. What replaced it was maybe not better, but it suited the morning more.

It was an atmosphere defeated, dense and frustrated, oppressive as the fog that settled against bare skin and raised goosebumps along arms, and legs, and neck exposed.

Shouto shivered. He imagined maybe Bakugou did too.

thecybersmith  asked:

Something occurred to me recently, when I was contemplating the outcomes of a Leliana!Divine world-state. Circles, imperfect as they arguably are, provide a contained environment with which to resolve a potential outbreak of possession. I acknowledge that, as you have opined, the Rite Of Annulment is a sub-optimal response to them; that said, even a less questionable solution would be easier to implement with the Nevarran Accord in place. How would the post-circle Thedas solve such events?

Well, that’s a bit of an understatement. I believe I said that the Right of Annulment is fucking evil. :)


I stand by that, absolutely. I don’t think it is ‘questionable’ or ‘sub optimal’. I think the indiscriminate murder of what may amount to hundreds of trapped and helpless people is a grotesque and horrific thing. I get these Asks, sometimes. And they all amount to ‘But when do we get to murder mages? Surely now we can murder mages? Surely this situation is bad enough that we can murder mages?’


My answer is never. You never get to murder mages without consequences. And let’s be clear here: my word is ‘murder’. If you are cornered by a mage, possessed or otherwise, who means to kill you, and you find you must kill them to survive, then you are acting in self defence. And that’s fine. But if you have arrived on the scene with the intent to kill, you are a murderer.


First thing: this business about Circles and the Annulment being set up to resolve possession scenarios. They’re not. Not at all. If they’ve ever actually accomplished that, it was incidental to their true purpose. However, I think in most cases the Circles (and in all cases Annulments) have made things worse rather than better. I know that safety is how the Chantry sells it, but the Chantry lies.


Let’s take a look at how all this got started:


In the 83rd year of the Glory Age, one of the mages of the Nevarran Circle was found practicing forbidden magic. The templars executed him swiftly, but this brewed discontent among the Nevarra Circle. The mages mounted several magical attacks against the templars, vengeance for the executed mage, but the knight-commander was unable to track down which were responsible.


Three months later, the mages summoned a demon and turned it loose against their templar watchers. Demons, however, are not easily controlled. After killing the first wave of templars who tried to contain it, the demon took possession of one of its summoners. The resulting abomination slaughtered templars and mages both before escaping into the countryside.


The grand cleric sent a legion of templars to hunt the fugitive. They killed the abomination a year later, but by that time it had slain 70 people.


Divine Galatea, responding to the catastrophe in Nevarra and hoping to prevent further incidents, granted all the grand clerics of the Chantry the power to purge a Circle entirely if they rule it irredeemable. This Right of Annulment has been performed 17 times in the last 700 years.

– The Right of Annulment


The Templars murdered a mage for practising ‘forbidden magic’. What did he do? We’ll probably never know. And that’s the root cause of the problem: Templars are empowered to perform summary executions, and are never held accountable for their actions. They are assumed to be justified in anything they do.


The Circle mages, finding themselves trapped in a building with a mob of religious fanatics who had just proved they were not even slightly above murder, retaliated. Apparently, they were really good at it. Targeted guerilla warfare that kept the Templars on the back foot, and for which they were never caught. I’d just like to pause for a moment to give a fucking standing ovation to the Glory Age Nevarran mages. It’s doubtful they were ever able to write down and disseminate their tactics. Nevertheless, they should be an inspiration for every generation that followed after.


Eventually, someone broke through the Templar lines. I’m not sure whether I believe the bit about the demon summoning. I’ll certainly concede that it’s possible: people do summon demons to fight their battles, and that can get very, very, very out of hand. But ‘demons’ and ‘blood magic’ are the Chantry’s go-to excuses for everything, and they’ve been caught out lying or misunderstanding these situations before. The mages were, as I said, doing really well. And they were Nevarran mages. This is a culture that knows how to work the Fade, and, given that this is early Chantry history, I’d expect traditional Nevarran practices to be more prominent and less suppressed by Chantry forces. I’d put Nevarran mages up there with Rivaini and Avvar in knowing how to handle spirits.


Someone got out, and they stayed free for a year. Given that a ‘legion’ of Templars were sent after them (from context I’m not entirely sure if the author means 5,000 (ish) Templars, like they sent in the Roman army, or if she just means ‘a lot’ but I suspect the latter because bloody hell, that’s a lot of Templars), and they were pursuing them over the course of that time, I would guess that the 70 people killed were mostly, if not entirely, the pursuing Templars.


Whoever this was, possessed or not, they conducted an extremely effective rebellion against the Chantry and Circle systems. They, as well as the other mages involved, demonstrated that Templars could be resisted. And not just resisted: killed. They could be taken out in large numbers. You can just walk out of a Circle.


That could never be allowed to happen again.


The Right of Annulment meant that, back at the stage where the mages were just ‘mount[ing] several magical attacks against the Templars’, the Templars could just go in and slaughter everybody, without making any effort to discover who was behind the rebellion.


The Right of Annulment is a terror tactic, aimed at suppressing rebellion. The Circle system exists to oppress and contain mages, both for the financial and political gain of the Chantry, and because Orlesian culture is genuinely anti-magic and wants to suppress magic in other cultures. None of this is done for anyone’s safety.


Look at the other times it’s occurred (where we have any details to discuss):


The third time the Right of Annulment was invoked on a Circle of Magi, in 3:09 Towers, Knight-Commander Gervasio of Antiva killed all of the city’s mages for demonic possession. However, a massacre may have already occurred at the hands of Knight-Captain Nicolas, with the Right invoked as cover-up. The Seekers of Truth later apprehended Ser Nicholas, who had left the order to kill mages and admitted to having murdered over a hundred.

– Magehunter


Ser Nicholas murdered a bunch of mages, both inside the Circle and out, and the other Templars killed any survivors to prevent retaliation or attempts to seek justice. This is a perfect case of the process Galatea implemented working exactly as intended: the Antivan mages were never given the chance to organise and resist the way the Nevarran mages did. They also claimed they did it because of mass demonic possession, which is why I’m suspicious of the original Glory Age event.


The Annulment in the Broken Circle quest was called due to Uldred’s rebellion:


Uldred will show us the way. Finally, recognition within the Circle and freedom from the scornful eye of the templars. We will not be shunned. Be ready.
–Enchanter Gravid, Libertarian


The time is drawing near. Uldred has brought his intentions to light and a confrontation is all but inevitable. We will separate or walk with our brothers, but we will be free.
–Enchanter Boson, Libertarian


If blood must be shed and used, so be it. I will follow when he calls. The yoke must be released, whatever the cost.
–Enchanter Prist, Libertarian


I have spoken to him directly. His intentions are that we will demand the templars withdraw. I don’t know that I am willing to follow, but I will be present to hear his argument.
–Enchanter Fonst, Aequitarian


Madness! I doubt blood will be of use to you if it is flowing down the tower steps. Step away from this folly, before it consumes us all.
–Enchanter Luvan, Loyalist


The call is made. We will stride out of here with pride in our step, regardless of outcome. This is for the good of the circle. Uldred will see to it.
–Libertarian Rhonus

Promises of Pride


I can’t take any Templar handwringing over this situation seriously when I have to note that this is, once again, a rebellion. Uldred and his allies had an actual plan: with Loghain’s backing they were going to force the Templars out of the Circle. It is entirely within Templar interests to kill all of these people.


This is also a rare case where we can actually confirm a demon outbreak in the Circle. It is thus a clear example of why ‘containment’, as you’ve put it, is cruel, counterproductive, and indeed itself an outright evil.


If you are confronted by a demon, and lack the strength to fight it, the best thing you can do is leave. The Circle system does not allow mages to do that. They are unable to get away from the demons hunting them, and have no choice but to confront them. 


Because the mages could not leave the Circle, what started with a single case of demonic possession, when Uldred fucked up a summoning spell, became a plague. While the timeline on this is somewhat murky, the events of Broken Circle likely took place over two or three days: during that time both mages and Templars who were trapped in the Circle were hunted down by demons and either killed or possessed. This was always bad, but the Circle made it a nightmare.


The Annulment in the Kirkwall Chantry was largely called because Meredith is a terrible person who likes to hurt mages … but, it can certainly be framed as a reaction to what she perceives as open rebellion:


Varric: The more she squeezed the mages, the more they resisted. The more they resisted, the tighter she squeezed.


Mages have been attempting to flee Meredith’s brutal regime in the Gallows for years:


Here in Kirkwall, citizens actually help rebel mages escape. Escaped apostates have survived their freedom long enough to form the “the mage underground,” a network that feeds and shelters escapees and even transports apostates into remote areas of the Free Marches and beyond our easy reach.

The Mage Underground


We can’t trust the raiders’ promise of passage - the templar’s bounty on us is far too tempting. Press on every contact you have! We must leave Kirkwall before the knight-commander does something drastic. Each night, more of our brethren make it to the coast.

If the hounds sniff out your current location, the other site we discussed is clear. Be prepared to leave at a moment’s notice.

Blood Mage Dispatches


Ultimately, of course, Meredith used Anders’s attack on the Kirkwall Chantry as a pretext for the slaughter. That had fuck all to do with the Circle mages, but it didn’t need to: the Kirkwall mages were already attempting to escape their oppression in large numbers. That couldn’t be permitted. ‘Anders’, ‘demonic possession’, ‘blood magic’ – in the end, any excuse will do, when the point of an Annulment is to both crush the present rebellion and deter anyone who thinks about trying again.


When we heard of the injustices against our fellow mages at the White Spire, the Circle of Magi in Val Royeaux, I feared what was to come. Our Circle at Dairsmuid is small and isolated; it exists largely as a façade to appease the Chantry.


When the other Circles rose up, the Chantry sent Seekers across the bay from Ayesleigh to investigate. They found us mixing freely with our families, training female mages in the traditions of the seers, and denounced us as apostates. Perhaps they thought we were spineless robes who could be intimidated with a little bloodshed. Before I was first enchanter, I was the daughter of Captain Revaud, of the Felicisima Armada. I know how to plan a battle.


They brought with them a small army of templars. We fought. And we might have won. But they invoked the Right of Annulment, with all the unrelenting brutality that allowed. It is their right to put screaming apprentices to the sword, burn our “tainted” libraries, crush irreplaceable artifacts under their heels, tear down the very walls of our home. No mage has the right to disagree.


We of the Dairsmuid Circle wait now, behind barricades. I have sent word to our brother and sister mages of this outrage. When they break through, we will not die alone.

– The Annulment at Dairsmuid


The Annulment at Dairsmuid happened because a large-scale rebellion was already underway. The Dairsmuid Circle is clearly sympathetic to the rebellion – Rivella clearly calls the events at the White Spire an injustice – but given that they are a small Circle, practically speaking they probably couldn’t add much might to the uprising. This Annulment was symbolic: the Rivaini mages have likely been living their lives like this for generations; in the context of the mage uprising any deviation from Chantry dogma could be called ‘rebellion’. This Circle could only be said to be in rebellion in the most technical sense, but that was enough. They killed them all.


The Annulment is not a solution to demon possession. It’s not intended to be. That’s not what it’s for, and that’s not how it’s used. It’s terrorism. I’m sorry for the length of this, but every time I get an Ask like this I feel like I’m somehow failing at a fundamental level to convey the horror of what is going on in Thedas. The grim, ugly persecution and mass murder that is going on day-by-day, and is being sold to the average Thedosian as for their safety. The world of Dragon Age is terrifying, but not because it has demons or mages in it. It’s terrifying because of the amount of power it has ceded to the Chantry, and because of what that means for any person who doesn’t meet the Chantry’s definition of ‘normal’.


Okay. So. How should they handle it?


There’s a flippant part of me that just wants to say ‘Any way other than this!’ Because, honestly, it’s difficult to think of a system that’s worse than the one they have now. But it’s not as though they have no way forward.


The first thing I would say is that simply abolishing the Circle system should alleviate the problem considerably, because you aren’t going to have hundreds of mages packed into a place they can’t leave. You can’t have 500 possessed mages on your hands if only three mages live in your village.


It would also limit several of the causes behind possession: you won’t be forcing people to live in places where the Veil is routinely thinned by blood magic and demon summonings (phylacteries and Harrowings, respectively, and fuck the Chantry for their hypocrisy). You won’t be constantly subjecting people to high-stress situations: Tranquility, the Harrowing, forced separation from your family, long-term confinement, Templars in general, the fact that sometimes your friends just disappear and you have to accept this as normal – you know, the standard horrors of being a Circle mage.


Of course, there will still be cases where relatively large numbers of mages congregate to deal with matters affecting them specifically: classes, lectures, magic-related competitions or other leisure activities, and the political proceedings of the College of Enchanters.


Should any trouble occur in such situations – well, most schools have evacuation and lockdown procedures in place aimed at protecting students and staff when there’s a threat on campus. Why should this situation be any different? No system is ever going to be perfect, and you can’t guarantee that no one is ever going to die (we can’t do that in our world either), but you can have strategies arranged in advance to get people away from danger areas, and on what to do if you find you can’t get out and have to protect yourself until help arrives.


First thing is clear the area. Anyone who is not actively hurting someone else right now gets to evacuate. Right now, I don’t care whether any of the people in the crowd are also possessed. You can test for that, and it may not even be a problem. Unless you currently look like this:



and you are trying to rip people’s arms off, you get to leave.


Now, yes, that still leaves us with a possessed person. On that point, I would say that the Chantry lands need to completely change how they view spirits, mages and possession. As far as I can tell, everything they think is wrong, and a lot of it is dangerous. The Chantry regards demons as ‘the Maker’s first children’, who turned on humanity out of jealousy. They are inherently evil and irredeemable. That’s not true. No spirit has ever corroborated that story, and All New, Faded for Her demonstrates that a demon is a spirit in pain, and can be healed.


The Chantry regards possession as just about universally a death sentence. And that’s … really not true. There are some cases where possession is just fine. The Chantry would have killed Wynne just as much as Uldred if they knew about her situation. Cullen wants to lock Sigrid in a room with a Templar, because he doesn’t grasp that there’s nothing wrong with her. Your first question, when dealing with a case of possession, should always be ‘Is this actually a problem?’ If not, go away and leave them alone.


Even in cases where you are looking at outright hostile demonic possession, the mage is rarely gone. Connor, untrained child that he is, still surfaces sometimes. Having defeated her Templars attackers with demonic assistance, Evelina first flees from her kids, taking the demon away from them – although she loses control later. Marethari will contain the pride demon with which Merrill has been working until she is clear of her clan and the battle can be fought in seclusion. Grandin’s kind of a weird case, because the possession was voluntary and the two are working together – but it does seem to be a demon. Nevertheless, in that case you can speak to him, and there remains hope that the two might eventually sort themselves out.


We know that mages can be saved from demons. Connor, Feynriel, Fiona, Pharamond – all people who have survived demonic possession. It’s not even necessarily difficult: you can send Jowan in to fight Connor’s demon – this poor hapless apprentice whom they were going to make Tranquil – and he does just fine. Of course, some demons are stronger than others; I’m not saying it’s not a good idea to have specialists. But the Chantry is seriously overstating the problem here.


When possessed, most mages think they are about to die. The brave, the strong, the selfless – they fight to contain the demon until someone can come and kill them so they don’t hurt anyone else. But in those circumstances, it’s all too easy to succumb to despair. Imagine if mages could think, not ‘hold on, they’re coming to kill you’ but ‘hold on, help is on its way’.


So the next thing to do would be ask Dorian. People always seem to forget that Tevinter exists and, given that mages are aristocrats there, would seriously frown on just murdering them out of hand. Anders says in Dragon Age 2 (I haven’t got a screenshot, yet) that they help possessed mages in Tevinter. Now, when you explain to him that your previous plan had just been to murder small children because of demons, Dorian is probably going to yell … a lot. I mean … really a lot. But the entirety of southern Thedas deserves that and worse, so I can’t be too bothered. Get him to send books and specialists. Make this part of the curriculum in the College of Enchanters. It might become part of the Spirit Healer specialisation, since they’re already good with spirits.


Our third thing is … well, asking Solas is probably impractical at the moment, but there are alternatives. We need people who care about spirits and who want to help them. Ask Cole: one way or another, his entire quest line is about providing a spirit with the emotional tools to handle the mortal world. There’s more than one path that works, so regardless of whether you chose more spirit/more human, he should have some insight. Ask the Rivaini, the Dalish, the Avvar. They know about spirits, and they know how to reach the Fade. Some things the Chantry thought were impossible (like safe spirit possession) turn out to be perfectly normal in other cultures.


The Chantry needs to admit they know fuck all about this situation and have been causing incalculable harm for centuries.


This whole process should be regarded like an outbreak of a really complicated illness: get everyone clear of the area, and send in professionals to help, rather than harm. Ideally, everyone should get out of this alive. You should be aiming to save the spirit and the mage. If that’s not possible, you save whom you can. Killing is only ever a last resort.


And finally … now we need to determine whether a criminal act was committed. If you got possessed because you live in Kirkwall, and it’s hard to go three steps without running into a demon, then you are a victim and once you’ve been freed of the demon you have nothing to answer for. If you thought it was a good idea to summon a demon army in your basement to TRY TO TAKE OVER THE WORLD, then we’re going to have to bring in the guard to arrest you.


Now … that’s should. It’s probably not will. The Chantry has ruled Thedas for centuries, and they have taught people that mages want to get possessed and kill people and/or that mages want to be magisters and make everyone else slaves. Making Leliana Divine does not just do away with all that prejudice. She may well ask the questions and do the research – she’s a bright lady, and will just give zero fucks about gossip about talks with Tevinter or ‘barbarian’ cultures – but teaching people not to stab first and think later, not to regard mages as inherently evil at worst and as expendable sinners at best will take time. I expect them to handle many things badly. We haven’t done away with bigotry in the real world either, so.


There’s also the problem of Bioware, because they would really like it if I were deeply conflicted over whether to choose mages or Templars, so I do expect more side quests where they force me to kill possessed mages. I mean – I really hope they stop that shit, but I’m not expecting it.


But Circles and the Annulment are for no one’s protection. Well, no one’s but the Chantry’s. And I say: fuck the whole lot of them.

True Pacifist: The Time Between Asriel Fight and Frisk reawakening

Long enough: for Alphys to confess, the amalgamates to be reintegrated into society, the breaking of the barrier to be discovered, and the rumor pool of these events to spread.

Also long enough: for everyone to start getting worried, and for Papyrus to cry like a baby

Not long enough: to pick the child up and put them in a nice comfy bed instead of THE STONE COLD FLOOR WHERE SEVERAL CHILDREN WERE SLAIN BEFORE THEM

Valentine's Day Drabbles: Love Note

Originally posted by stydiaislove

Pairing: Jughead Jones x reader
Warnings: [N/A]
Fandom: Riverdale

It was still a few days before Valentine’s Day but the Holiday was already on your mind. For the past few years you didn’t enjoy Valentine’s day much, mainly because it was a reminder about how cowardly you were. It was a reminder that after all this time you still hadn’t told your best friend how you felt about him. As you were thinking about this that same best friend was sitting across from you typing away at his computer.

“How’s the writing going Jug?” You asked. He gave you a thumbs up but kept his eyes on his screen. He seemed to be really focused.

You however hardly got anything done. You and Jughead both worked at the Blue and Gold. You were supposed to be writing an article for Betty but you couldn’t bring yourself to even start. Sighing you gave up and closed your laptop.

“Wonder what’s got him so focused” you thought as you examined the intense look on Jughead’s face. Curious you stood up, walked behind Jughead, and attempted to read over his shoulder. Unfortunately you only got a flash of a few words because within seconds Jughead quickly slammed his laptop shut.

“Jug?” You raised an eyebrow seeing the freaked out expression on Jughead’s face.
“What’s wrong?”.
Why wouldn’t he want you to read what he had typed up?

“Nothing” Jughead replied quickly. To your great surprise he started to pack up his stuff.
“I have to go”.

And just like that he practically ran out the room, red in face. What was that about? You couldn’t help but feel like you did something wrong.

A Few Days Later

Valentine’s Day was finally here. It was only 9am and you had already witnessed four couples making out in the hall and another five giving each other gifts. Part of you wished you had just faked being sick and stayed home. You opened your locker glumly but to your great shock as soon as you did a piece of paper fell out. At first you thought it was just a piece of homework you had forgotten to turn in but when you opened the folded note you realized it was much more than that, it was a love note.

You went extremely red as your eyes scanned the page. It was so meaningful and written with such care. For all you knew it could have been written by a modern day Shakespeare. A few girls walking by noticed you reading the note and giggled which only made you blush even more.

“[Y/N] what’s that?”.
You turned to see Betty and Archie walking toward you.

“Er I…I think it’s a… love note” you explained voice shaking. Nothing like this has ever happened to you before. It was almost overwhelming.

“Who’s it from?” Betty asked excitedly. Archie smirked. Something about the look on his face made you feel weird. It was like he already knew…

“[Y/N] who’s it from?” Betty asked again. You blinked.

“Oh I don’t know. They didn’t sign it… it’s probably just a joke anyway. Probably Reggie being a jerk”.
Even as the words escaped your lips you knew they weren’t true. Reggie couldn’t come up with something like this. It was just too full of feeling. Deep down you knew whoever wrote this truly cared about you.
“Anyway I have to go to the Blue and Gold office. I left one of my text books there yesterday”.
With that you waved goodbye to Betty and Archie and jogged off.

Walking into the Blue and Gold office you discovered Jughead was already here.
“You’re here early” you said to him with a smile.

“Hmm what’s that?”.

You looked down and realized you were still holding the note in your hand. You went red and hesitated telling him about it for a moment.

“Ah someone sort of left a love note in my locker this morning”.

Jughead just nodded at this. You frowned. You had expected some sort of reaction but he seemed unfazed by this. If you were being completely honest you were secretly hoping he’d show signs of being jealous.

“It’s was really nice. Who ever wrote it is really good with words” you went on to say awkwardly. You swore at that moment you saw the sides of Jughead’s mouth twitch, as if he was trying to hold back a smile. The craziest idea came to your mind.
“Ah Jug. You wouldn’t happen to know who wrote this would you?”.

“What makes you say that?”.

“I don’t know… Archie seemed to know something and I guess… forget it it was a stupid thought. Like I said to Archie and Betty before it’s probably just a joke”.

Jughead frowned “[Y/N] it’s not a joke. The person who wrote cares about you a lot”.

“How do you know?”.

Jughead paused and for a long moment he didn’t answer.
“I can just tell. I can’t say I’m surprised you got a love note I mean your smart, funny…” he trailed off “you get my point”.

“Thanks Jug” you went over and grabbed your text book you had left behind the other day.
“See you later” you said to your friend and before you could convince yourself not to do it you kissed him on the cheek, in a platonic manor, then walked out the room.

Jughead went beet red at your action.
“Jesus when are you going to just tell her how you feel?” He muttered to himself once you were gone. He wasn’t much for romance but Jughead had spent a lot of time on that letter but he chickened out about actually telling you it was from him. It made him want to punch himself.

Ascendant and Physical Appearance

I’ve recently read into (Evangeline Adams’ book on rising signs) what your rising sign has to do with your appearance and it’s pretty interesting so I thought i’d make a post about it, it may even help people guess other people’s dominants in their chart.
Before I get started though, it is very important that people read this part; this post isn’t me telling you what YOU look like (Especially for those people who only know their sun sign, for the love of God, do not use only your sun sign); this is for you to use as a tool to understand why you look the way you do (ex. why is it that my hair grows excessively, why do I have high cheek bones, why do I have a square chin, etc.) AND to help you guess the dominant of others.
The second important thing you should know before you read the descriptions; Harmonious aspects contribute a lot to appearance. What this means is that even though your Ascendant may be Capricorn, you may have a lot of fire conjunctions and trines which will contribute greatly to your appearance or you may have a planet that sits closely to your Ascendant that will modify parts. Also, if your Ascendant happens to be a mutable sign, the affects of other planets will almost always change or contradict the description of your Ascendant’s appearance
If you don’t know the strong influences in your chart, I would suggest having someone help you look at it if you don’t know how.
Finally, you should know that these descriptions are the extremes of each sign, they are the purest form of each ascendant which is very rare for a person to have.
So if I receive any messages saying something like “the way you described Sagittarius is nothing like me!” Well, you obviously didn’t understand or read anything I wrote before reading your description because chances are, there is some other influence in your chart that is contributing greatly.
Alright, lets get started.

Aries
There are two types of Aries appearances, the masculine/active Aries and the feminine/passive Aries. Regardless of sex or gender, a person can have either type.

Masculine Aries: Their movements are spasmodic and assertive. They are usually tall, slim, and muscular. Their body is very well formed and rarely accumulates excessive fat. Their forehead tends to be a prominent feature. Hair is often reddish or light brown. Eyes are cold a possess a keen and haughty expression. They have straight standing out noses, a thin mouth, and sharp chin.

Feminine Aries: They have a rounder head compared to Masculine Aries. Their eyes are pale and wider, they carry a timid expression. Their nose is fleshier than Masculine Aries as well as they have fuller lips and a rounder chin. 

Taurus
Their movements are much slower compared to a Fire or Air elemental. Their body is overall thicker, including their shoulders which tend to be very prominent. Their limbs are somewhat shorter in proportion to their body. They have a square shaped face. Their face is strong-willed with a sense of affection. Their hair is usually dark, in rare cases almost white, with a crinkly texture. Their eyes are also dark. Their nose is usually short and plump, their lips are full and voluptuous.

Gemini
Their movements are swift and their eyes dart around in awareness. Overall their body is quite small and slim with long arms and fingers. Their hair is usually of a blonde shade. Their eyes come in colours from grey to brown. Their complexion is sort of pale. Their lips are usually small and thin and their nose is long and aquiline.

Cancer
The Cancer appearance again is divided into passive/feminine and active/masculine, but they do share some similar traits. One common Cancer trait is that even if they are not plump in their early years, they tend to accumulate it in their early years. Also again, regardless of sex or gender, a person can possess either active or passive traits.

Feminine Cancer: Movements flow like water, obviously. Their face is round and flat with a very pale complexion, similar to the moon. Their mouth is large, nose is snub, eyes are large and pale. They have arched eyebrows that give a curious expression. Hair is usually blonde, but in cases where it’s black, it is very straight and lacks shine. Their body is short with rounded limbs. In women, they tend to have nicely shaped breasts as Cancer rules over motherly duties.

Masculine Cancer: Their face is aquiline instead of round. Their complexion holds a pinkish-rubicund colour. Their mouth is thin and firm. Eyes still pale, but piercing. Their body is sort of clumsy and plump.

Leo
The Leo type is divided into two different kinds of Leos, the Noble type and the Degenerated type.

Noble Leo: Ruled by the sun, they represent sort of a masculine beauty. Their movements are proud and quick. They have a frank expression. Their complexion ranges from dark and ruddy to clear and rosy. Hair is usually blonde, sometimes reddish. Their hair can be quite prominent when it is grown out like a mane. Their eyebrows hold an expression of bravery and challenge. Their forehead is high, but overall their head is equally proportioned. Their eyes are fearless and commanding. Their nose is neither very large nor very small and is straight. Their mouth is well shaped and small. Chin is rather square. Overall their limbs and body are well proportioned, but hips tend to be slim and shoulders to be broad. 

Degenerated Leo: Easy to spot, they have sort of a “bull dog” type face. Complexion is almost always dark and flushed. Their whole face seems pinched and squinted. Their body is a lot smaller and weaker from the noble type, but still broad.

Virgo
Their appearance is often modified by other influences in their chart; it’s rare to find a pure Virgo. The Virgo appearance is divided into the Earthy type and the Mercurial type, they are very different from each other.

Earthy type: Movements are slow, as earth signs typically are. Their head is pretty large for their body. They have wide nostrils, the nose is sometimes the most prominent feature of their face. Their eyes are clear and small with a cunning expression. Their lips are small and narrowed. Their body can be very oddly proportioned and limbs ill set. Their hair can either be light or dark and it’s very striking and either crisp or wavy; it tends to stand up away from their forehead which is a strong characteristic of an Earthy type Virgo.

Mercurial type: The more common type of Virgo you’ll see. Their bodies are very small, well proportioned and active. Their face is feminine and long with small facial features. Their hair is usually like brown and their eyes are usually grey or hazel, sometimes blue. Their eyes have a intelligent expression. Their nose is small and straight, still with the wider nostrils. Earth signs tend to be thicker, but for Virgos, they tend to stay very thin and their movements are quick like an air sign.

Libra
They are divided by two types, the Venusian and Saturnian/Scorpio type. Their movements are graceful as air signs tend to be.

Venusian type
: Their body is small, delicate, and slim. Facial features are small, soft, and pleasing. They tend to be callipygian (nice butt hehe). Their complexion is usually olive-ish and their hair is very dark with a glossy warmth to it; it is usually very straight. Their nose is small and Grecian, straight with no indentation on the bridge. Their lips are dark and seductive.

Saturnian/Scorpio type: Their body is much more muscular and square compared to the Venusian Libra. Their shoulders are prominent and square. Their eyes are more intense and somewhat sinister. There is something mysterious about Saturnian/Scorpio Libras. Their complexion is courser compared to Venusian Libra.

Scorpio
There are two types for this one, the masculine/active type and the feminine/passive type. Any gender or sex can possess either type.

Masculine type: Their hair is usually very thick and dark, sometimes curly. Their face is square, similar to Leo, but their cheekbones are much more prominent. Their eyes are deep-set and intense. Their nose varies, but always carries an aggressive and powerful expression. Their mouth is large and compressed usually. Their jaw is square and strong. Their body is thicker-set, but strong.

Feminine type: Their face is usually a perfect oval and they have an overall alluring expression. Their lips are full and loose. They have a body that is thinner and smaller. They tend to get moles and dark freckles.

Sagittarius
They have a finely proportioned head that is slightly long. Their eyes possess a similar dreamy look to Pisces; they are usually a grey or light brown colour. Their nose is long and straight; a Jupiter influence will tip the nose down almost like a hook, while a strong moon influence will turn it back up. Their chin is narrow and rather pointed. Their hair is usually auburn. Sagittarius can be easily recognized by their doe-like expression/face. Their complexion is a rosy pink. Their bodies are some what similar to Libra, but more athletic as fire signs typically are. Their movements are graceful, restless, and active. Their legs are long and prominent.

Capricorn 
Their movements are slow, again just as earth signs are. Their skull is broad and their forehead is high. They have small, piercing eyes. Their nose is long and bony, mouth is thin and compressed. Bone structure is the most prominent part of their appearance; they are tall and lanky, limbs are big boned and long. Women with Capricorn influence often complain about having too much hair. Their expression is intense and kind of bitter. Wrinkles appearing early in life is common, but despite aging, they tend to keep keen eyesight.

Aquarius
Movements are graceful and swift. Their skull is broad compared to length, their face is long and oval. Their hair possesses a beautiful glint, it is usually curly. Their eyes are slightly wider set apart, the colour ranges from hazel to blue; they are large and luminous. Their nose is neither very long or very short, nor very thin or very broad. Their lips are of medium size, but somewhat thin. Their body is very average and well proportioned; not very robust though. Aquarian men tend to be a little effeminate while Aquarian women tend to be a bit masculine.

Pisces
Their face is very soft and rounded. Their eyes are very prominent: dreamy with almost a sleepy expression. Their lips are full, their neck is short, shoulders are round. Their hair is usually brown. Their limbs tend to be short and squishy.

Is There A Doctor In The Room

So Creampuffs, I’ve got something for ya.

I was working on something for Carmilla Week and then a plot bunny hopped in, sat on my head and refused to leave. Sadly, the idea matched a prompt I’d already finished and that story was a bit more fitting.

However, what with the news of the 13th doctor and all, I did feel like writing this. Consider it an early entry!


“I’m just so excited!” Laura all but squealed, squirming in her seat. She knew she was getting some weird looks from neighbouring tables, but honestly if her relationship with Carmilla had taught her anything it was how to ignore those. They got them a lot, after all.

Sometimes people recognized them from Laura’s videos, sometimes they just recognized Laura from her column and articles at the paper and sometimes they just wondered why the perpetually broody girl glaring at everything was with the smiley ball of sunshine on a sugar rush.

Well, they got other strange looks too, but the sentiment behind those was typically less friendly and the short journalist tried not to think on those too much.

Hell, she wasn’t even paying much attention to anything other than what she was talking about at this point because she was so freaking psyched. “I mean, I really didn’t mind the male doctors or anything. They were so, so great and I became a fan of their versions…well, most of them anyway. But now we finally, finally have a female doctor.”

Across the table, holding Laura’s hand, sat Carmilla. The ex-vampire was giving Laura an indulgent, if slightly bored smile as her girlfriend rambled on and on. “And I get to interview her! Me! I have soooooo many questions.”

Carmilla chuckled and squeezed the honey-blonde reporter’s hand. “Cupcake, I think they want an article that’s more than a confirmation of fan theories.” She teased as she speared a piece of her steak. Carmilla still preferred it  nearly raw and bloody, which Laura half-suspected was just to make a point.

She’d been pushing it around her plate and reluctantly nibbling for most of the evening, though. Odd…and kind of a waste, since this restaurant was ridiculously fancy and expensive.

“I know, I know.” Laura lamented, pouting. “But just think what this can do for female representation! I mean, there’s more female role models now but none are quite as established a character as the doctor, you know?” She stopped talking just long enough to shovel some food into her mouth. “Oh god, what would happen if she met River? That would be really cool for LGBTQ viewers, you know?”

The blonde suddenly stopped and frowned. “Well, I dunno, there’s already a lot of people bitching online so maybe they won’t go that far with it.” She muttered. “They’ll probably make the companion male, just to keep the balance there. I guess people might complain that the whole deal with River would kind of make the doctor gay when really I doubt the doctor has a preference considering-Carm, are you okay?”

Carmilla’s head snapped back to Laura and she gave her a wry smile. “Sorry, Cupcake. I was distracted for a bit.”

“Oh.” Laura muttered. “Crap, am I boring you? I’m sorry Carm it’s just that I saw the announcement at work and then Gemma told me that I’d get to do the interview and I’ve been so excited about all of it that I didn’t even ask about your day and-“

“Whoa, hey, Cupcake no.” Carmilla quickly cut her off. “Laura, I love that you’re excited. Look at you. You look like Christmas and your birthday both came at once.” She chuckled and pressed a kiss to the back of Laura’s hand. “I’m sorry, I’m just a bit distracted.”

Carmilla drained her glass and signalled a waiter before turning back to Laura. “So, I take it you’re bringing your mug to this interview?” She asked with a smirk.

Laura gave her girlfriend an unimpressed look. This matter was not over and they would be talking about it when they got home, but if Carmilla wanted to change the subject back then that was fine for now. “Of course. If I come home without a signed mug I’ll consider the whole thing a failure. Do we still have-“

She stopped when the waitress came by with two glasses of champagne and couldn’t keep herself from glaring. The perky brunette had been perfectly polite all evening, but she had also been giving Carmilla strange smiles.

This was hardly the first time people flirted with Carmilla in front of her, but that didn’t mean Laura had grown to like it any better.

Once the waitress had left, Laura continued where she left off. “Do we still have that marker that Laf tried to enchant?”

“The one that moved by itself and wrote satanic messages that we couldn’t erase?”  Carmilla muttered absently, not really looking at Laura. “I think it’s chained up in my office.”

“Good.” Laura grinned as she grabbed her glass. She really didn’t remember Carmilla ordering this, but she had kind of tuned out once she learned that the restaurant served triple chocolate cake as a desert. Besides, she wasn’t about to turn down champagne. “See, if I can get it to behave, I can still wash my mug after it’s signed.”

She took a healthy drink of champagne and saw Carmilla’s eyes widen in horror just before something cold and sharp lodged in her throat. Immediately she began to cough, retch and choke. Her glass dropped from her fingers and shattered on the floor.

“Laura!” Carmilla shot up and rushed to her side, more panicked than the journalist had ever seen her.

Tears sprung to the blonde’s eyes as she pounded herself in the chest while her throat spasmed around whatever was lodged in it. Finally a particularly sharp blow knocked it loose and with a gross, retching noise a glittering piece of metal shot from Laura’s throat on to her plate.

She took in deep, much needed breaths while her girlfriend hovered nervously at her side, rubbing her back and holding back her hair. “Fuck, Laura. Cupcake, are you okay?”

Laura nodded wordlessly and raised her head to see what she had nearly choked to death on.

A ring. Glinting in candlelight and partially covered in sweet and sour sauce was a gorgeous silver ring with a very big, very pretty ruby. Her heart stopped.

‘A ring. A ring in my champagne glass. I nearly choked on a ring in my champagne glass.’ Her brain replayed those thoughts a few times, before arriving at the next point that seemed important in her oxygen starved state. ‘Wait, why was there a ring in my glass? I could have died!’

She turned to Carmilla and pointed at the deadly weapon on her plate. “What the hell, Carmilla!”

Utterly baffled, the former vampire only blinked at her.

“Why would you do that?” Laura demanded, still pointing at the ring. “I could have died? Are you trying to kill me?”

The dark-haired girl’s eyes narrowed and she crossed her arms. “Well, gee, Cupcake I must be playing the really, really long game if that was the plan.” She drawled sarcastically. “Step one, repeatedly fail to seduce you. Step two, fall in love with you. Step three, relationship drama. Step four, everything literally goes to hell. Step five, everything is fixed. Step six, inexplicable murder. What do you imagine my next step is? World domination? It’s not my fault that you downed $800 champagne like a shot without looking at it!”

“You buy stuff like that all the time!” Laura fired back. More than one argument in the Hollis-Karnstein household had started because Laura had sent Carmilla out for milk and eggs and she returned with six bottles of expensive champagne.

More offended at the snark than at nearly choking to death by this point, Laura returned the glare with one of her own. “Oh ha ha, very clever Carm.” She growled, rubbing her throat. “None of this explains the choking hazard in my champagne!”

Carmilla let out a long groan and covered her face with both hands. “My god, it’s like you’re trying to be the embodiment of all blonde jokes right now.” She sighed. When her hands came down again, she snatched up the ring from Laura’s plate and shoved it in her face. “I’m trying to propose, you unbelievable twit!”

Everything went very quiet.

“Oh.” Laura muttered dumbly, staring at the ring. “I…Sorry. I probably should have realized that.” She muttered as a bright blush began to spread over her cheeks.

The tension drained from Carmilla and she smiled at her girlfriend’s embarrassment. “Ok, let’s try this again.” The pale girl sank to one knee, quickly wiped off the ring and held it out to Laura again.

“Cupcake…Laura…” She began, falteringly. “I love you. Those words feel so inadequate when I think of how I should describe my feelings, but I know by now that if I start waxing poetic you’ll either cry or call me pretentious.”

Laura had to quickly stifle a sob with her hand.

Carmilla chuckled. “I love you when you’re happy and smiling. I love you when you’re sad and all I want to do is make it all go away. I love you when you’re mad and passionate and rambling.” She took Laura’s hand and kissed her knuckles. “I’m mortal now, so until we figure out that immortality thing, I only have so much time and I don’t want to spend a moment of it without you.”

Carmilla cleared her throat, dark eyes shining with tears even as she smiled at her lover. “You see me. You’ve seen every part of me and even the parts that should have made you terrified or should have sent you running…well, they didn’t. It hasn’t been easy, but we made it and each day I wake up happy that you chose me.”

“Carm…” Laura whimpered, thick happy tears freely running down her cheeks now.

“We’re better together, Cupcake.” Carmilla continued, playing with Laura’s fingers. “So I-I hope you’ll marry me and be with me forever.”

“Yes! Yes, yes, of course you idiot!” Laura cried, hauling Carmilla up into a messy, desperate kiss. She was vaguely aware of applause breaking out around them, but who the hell cared? She was kissing Carmilla and she loved her and she was so fucking happy because they were engaged!

They broke the kiss just long enough for Carmilla to slip the ring on Laura’s fingers clumsily before Laura tugged her new fiancée into another kiss. And another, and another.

“Fucking Doctor Who.” Carmilla laughed through her tears between kisses. “Stealing my thunder.”

“This is so much better than the doctor.” Laura sighed, resting her forehead against her fiancée’s. She really wasn’t going to get tired of that word any time soon. “But when we have kids, we’re telling them this whole proposal was way les embarrassing.”

Carmilla laughed into the next kiss and pulled back with a sheepish grin. “That might be hard, because the ginger twins are two tables over, filming everything.”

Laura followed Carmilla’s gaze and sighed when she saw and excited Lafontaine and a teary Perry wave with a camera resting on their table. “Dammit, Carm, you gotta warn a girl.”

Carmilla laughed. “Like when she’s about to ingest an ungodly expensive ring?” She asked with a cheeky grin.

“Stop pretending that was my fault.” Laura pouted. “Maybe I was just expecting you to propose with something less clichéd than a ring in my champagne.”

Carmilla really burst out laughing at that. She kissed Laura one last time and climbed to her feet. “Cupcake, we’re roommates who hated each other at first and then fell desperately in love, spent quite some time pining for each other and got back together after an extremely messy break-up and went on to get married…or engaged at least.”

Carmilla grinned down at her. “The whole vampire thing aside, we’re living proof that a bit of cliché can’t hurt.”

anonymous asked:

#kaminariprotectionsquad

Anon said: SHINSOU KAMI AND KIRI ARE THE MOST PRECIOUST BOYS WHO WE MUST PROTECT

None of these strong amazing boys actually needs protecting but is that gonna stop me from trying? Is it?? (the answer is no)

Anon said: Hi! If you haven’t already answered this, would you mind listing the tags/ships you aren’t comfortable with people tagging your art with?

Ohhhhhh what an interesting ask, I’ve been thinking about how to answer since I got it and?? I’m not sure, so let’s put it like this: generally, if the art is obviously meant as platonic I’d prefer it if you didn’t use the ship tag on it, but as a general rule I don’t actually mind people tagging ships anyway? I know how this site works so if I’m really uncomfortable with the idea of it being misinterpreted as romantic I’m just not gonna post anything with those characters in it from the start

That said, sometimes people tagging ships confuses me a lot??? For example the majority of people who’ve reblogged my latest bnha comic have tagged it with the bkdk tag and? There’s nothing romantic about it?? Bakugou is literally off to kill Deku why is that romantic we just don’t know, bkdk shippers seem to have an understanding of romance completely different from mine haha

Ah, also I’ve been having people tagging my bokuro and akaken arts with the ot4 tag, even if I rarely ever draw all of them in the same place. Please don’t do that. Like. Seriously.

As for the general tags, there’s a lot of tags I don’t understand, but from there to saying I’m uncomfortable with them is a bit of a huge step… the one thing that comes to mind is people trigger-tagging Bakugou’s mom. That’s. Hm. I happen to really like that woman and my drawings depict her in a positive light always, so if people could stop that it would be very nice? That’s about it tho~

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Humans are Weird - Part 2

~Here’s the second part to a series of shorts I may publish! Hope you enjoy!~


Xylion stood in front of the Cabin section, the four humans standing behind him. Zellnor had tasked him with showing them around. While not his favorite task, he guessed it’d go to him. He was one of Zellnor’s good friends, but still, he was nervous around the humans. Who knew what’d they do to him if given the choice?

“So your name is Xylion?” HUman Jennifer asked, moving into his path.

Xylion felt his spines stand on end. “Y-yes!” He stuttered, his whole body standing on end.

Human Jennifer bared the white bones once more. “That’s a really nice name!”

Xylion felt embarrassment fill him. If he was the same species as Zellnor, he probably would’ve been yellow or pink. He was glad he wasn’t, though. “Thank you, Human Jennifer.”

Human Jennifer’s face seemed to turn red. However, it wasn’t in embarrassment, it was in anger. “Call me Jenny.” They choked out, her mouth barely moving and her voice strained.

“Do you need to see the doctor? She’s quite nice. I think you need a check up.” Xylion said, fear filling him.

Human Jennif- Jenny shook their head. “I’m fine. I just don’t really like being called Jennifer. Besides, we’re friends now, you can call me Jenny!”

Xylion was confused. They were…friends? Human Fredrick sighed. “Ignore Jenny, she is pretty social and always trusts everyone.”

Human Jenny glared at him. “Shut up, Freddie.”

Human Fredrick’s fleshy parts on the side of his head seemed to turn red along with his neck. Was he dying too? Xylion wasn’t sure he’d be able to handle this!

“Not you too! Do you need to go to the hospital too, Human Fredrick?” He cried, holding himself back from shaking him violently so he’d tell him.

Human Fredrick’s face only turned red in response. Xylion was about to die. How could he keep a watch on the humans when they were already dying? He was a terrible-!

He stopped when he heard laughing. While not normal for his species, he recognized it well. He turned around and looked at Human Isaac, who was clutching his chest and on the floor, laughter spilling out of his mouth. Xylion stared at him, and saw him choking on air. “I- I can’t breath!” He said, laughing throughout his whole sentence.

Xylion narrowed his eyes at him. “What is causing your laughter, Human Isaac?”

Human Mason sighed as he kicked Human Isaac. Xylion almost screamed. Why would he injure his fellow crew member? “Get up, idiot.”

Human Isaac listened, rubbing the spot Human Mason had kicked him. “Dude, why? I’m sorry that Xylion doesn’t know what blushing is!”

Xylion reeled back. Blushing? What was that? Human Isaac threw his appendage at him. “See? Look at that expression!”

“What is…blushing, did you all it?”

Human Fredrick seemed to have recovered some. He cleared his throat before pushing his goggles up further. “It is something humans do when embarrassed. It’s nothing life threatening, but it certainly can betray your feelings. For example, Zellnor is one of the Charies, correct?”

“Yes, why?”

“Well, Zellnor’s species is known for changing the color of their skin when they are feeling a certain emotion. Red for anger, green for sickness, dark green for jealousy, yellow for embarrassment, pink for love, etcetera. Blushing is kind of like that, humans’ skin turns red when they are embarrassed. It can happen a lot to some people, or hardly at all for others. And, the dark the skin, the less likely you can see the blush. At least, so I’ve heard.” Human Fredrick finished, tapping his chin.

Xylion nodded. “Makes sense, I guess.”

“Anything else you want to ask?” Human Fredrick questioned, corssing his appendages. 

“Yes, a few, actually. Why do you wear goggles?”

“You mean my glasses? They help me see. My eyes aren’t as good as the normal for humans, so I have to wear glasses to help me see.”

“And those appendages?”

“Are you talking about our arms and hands?” Human Jenny asked, holding out the appendages.

“So they are called arms…and the smaller ones?”

“Well, all of it together is a hand, but this part here is called the palm, these a fingers, and this is a thumb.” Human Jenny explained, pointing to each part.

“I see..”

“Anything else?” Human Isaac asked, his mouth pulled upwards, but not baring those terrible white things.

“What is inside your mouth?”

“You mean teeth?” Human Isaac scoffed, showing them off.

“Those aren’t teeth.”

“Ours are more filed down.” Human Fredrick said, adjusting his glasses once more. “We don’t tear into the flesh of out food. Not any more, anyways.”

Xylion was slightly scared. “And last but not least, why are there so many different colors of you all?”

Human Mason stiffened. Human Fredrick cast him a worried glance before answering. “Well, the different hemispheres on Earth are hotter or colder. The colder the area, the lighter the skin has to be so it can absorb more Vitamin D. And the darker it is, the less they have to absorb because they always absorb so much.”

“I see…”

“Anything else?” Human Jenny asked, baring her teeth.

“What is that?”

“What?”

“That thing you keep doing.”

“You mean smiling?”

“That’s what you call it?”


Next part will come out later…hope you enjoyed this part.

I don’t think I deserve it.. Part 2

Characters: Teen!Reader, Sam, Dean

Word Count: 1,400

Warnings: Angst, Dean’s kinda harsh I guess

A/N: So here’s a new part for y’all! I’m not so sure this turned out well, and I wanted the flashback to be better but oh well. I hope you enjoy reading this! (If you want to be tagged, just ask <3)

Part 1

Originally posted by soluscheese

Your arms and feet were tied to the chair in an uncomfortable way. A person was making their way over to you and you struggled to see who it was with your blurry vision. “Well, you should’ve thought about what would happen if you didn’t do as I said.” you tensed up when you heard who it was. Her booming voice echoed through the walls in the room and the shill that ran up your spine only added to her satisfaction. “I guess, you knew what you had coming, I mean, you spend a lot of time here, don’t you think?”

A hand under your chin had you lifting your head and the smirk on her face was the first thing you saw. Clarke, the thing that kept you here spoke up again. “What? Don’t you have any other snarky comment to throw at me?” The glim in her eyes told you that she was up to something really bad and you shut your eyes lightly. A scream ripped past your lips when a sharp object cutted through you skin on your leg. Tears welled in your eyes and the pain from your leg only increased. “S-stop! P-please stop!” you screamed at her. “You speak when you’re allowed to.” She spoke through her teeth and slammed the sharp object in your leg and left it there. You screamed again and.. Someone was shaking you?

“Hey, wake up!” You gasped for air as you eyes shot open. The hands on your shoulders stopped shaking you and spoke again. “You okay? What happened?” You recognized the voice as Sam’s and you calmed down a little. He moved his hands up and down your arms in a calming speed as you tried to catch your breath. You tried to open your eyes, only to realize that they were already open. “S-sam?” You whispered quietly. You were sure that he wouldn’t have heard you if it wasn’t for how close he was.

“Yes, it’s me. You’re safe and it was just a dream okay?” More like a flashback.. When Sam sensed that you were trying to sit up he helped you. “Do you want some water..?” Sam asked, a little unsure of what he was supposed to do. You nodded, not trusting your voice. He squeezed your shoulder a little and then left you.

The fresh memories played in your head and before you knew it tears streamed down your cheeks. You tilted your head up and let your head rest against the headboard. When the door opened you quickly tried to dry your tears with your hands. Sam, who now walked up to you, seemed to have seen right through you. “You okay?” You nodded, not looking at him. He turned on a lamp that you hadn’t seen and the room lit up in a cold yellow color.

You felt his eyes on you but you looked at your feet. He handed you the glass of water and you sipped on it lightly. “Are you going to be okay alone?” He asked after a while and you nodded again. He signed a little and then put his hand on your shoulder. You jumped away and he took away his hand. Your eyes locked for a split second before you looked at your feet again. “I’ll be in the room beside you.” He said before walking out of the room.

When he left, you let out a deep breath and put you head against the headboard again. This is going to be a long night.

***

You woke up against the headboard, and your neck hurt from the uncomfortable position you were sitting in. You groaned a little as you sat up and looked around. You put your legs over the edge of the bed and you felt a little light headed. You shut your eyes when the spinning begun and you took a deep breath. As you let out the breath you were holding, you stood up, holding you weight off your left leg.

As you spotted before, clothes were laying at the end of the bed and you limbed forward. Oh you were so not going to change here, you didn’t even know where you were. Limbing towards the door you heard muffled voices. You pressed your ear against the door and tried to hear what they were saying. Maybe there was more people here than the two men, Sam and Dean. When you still didn’t hear anything you reached for the door handle and opened the door carefully, praying to god that the door wouldn’t make a noise. As you stepped out of the room your bare feet hit the cold marmor floor and you shivered.

You followed the voices to the end of the corridor and pressed your back against the wall when you could hear what they were saying. “Dean we can’t just leave the girl, she needs help! She was running from something and something had hurt her.” Sam sounded annoyed with Dean and a deep sigh left Dean’s lips, or so you thought at least. “Yeah but she gotta talk, and we have to test her too, I mean she could be anything?” What did he mean by testing you?

You tried to back away from them but you put too much weight on your left leg and you hissed. You put your hand over your mouth and you noticed that they stopped talking. Frozen in place you heard footsteps moving towards you. Before you could react Sam and Dean rounded the corner and spotted you.

You backed away a little, unsure of what to do. “Hey, you-” Sam started but Dean spoke up and interrupted him. “How much over the conversation did you hear?” His harsh tone made you back away even more. “Dean, common..” Sam started. Dean ignored him and kept staring at you. You opened your mouth to answer, but shut it again. Dean raised one of his eyebrows at you.

“I-I uh..” you took a breath to calm yourself, hating yourself for sounding so weak. “Uhm, that you- you’re g-gonna test me?” Sam took a few steps towards you and you backed away with your hands up. “I’m not going to hurt you kid.” You stopped, a little unsure of everything and looked down. You flinched away a little at the hand on your shoulder. “We should properly talk, don’t ya think?”

He led you back to the room you woke up in and mention you to sit on the bed. You noticed that Dean didn’t follow and you felt more calm. As you sat on the bed Sam stepped forward and bent down with his hand on your knees. “I’m Sam, and the guy out there is Dean. We’re not going to hurt you, we just want to know what happened and what you were running from.” A small smile appeared on Sam’s face and you returned it but you’re pretty sure it just looked like you were frowning.

“I, uh, I was running from a m-man, I think..” you whispered. “I escaped and he, uh, tried to get me.” Sam’s eyes were on you and you dared to look back at him. “Escaped from what?” He asked, squeezing your knees a little. “Everyone? They’ve, uh, held me captive for a while..”

“For how long?” Sam looked kinda worried now and you wondered why. He didn’t even know you? “Almost f-four years.” You shut your eyes, trying to prevent the tears that threatened to come. “Why?” He sounded different when he asked. You shock your head, not really knowing why they took you. Both of your parents were dead, you lived with a friend of theirs and you didn’t really know anyone.

“Are you going to give me b-back?” You whispered after a while. “No. God no. You’re safe now, okay? Nothing’s going to happen with you. We’re going to take care of you okay?” You nodded a little and looked down at your hands in your lap.

When his arms wrapped around you, you thought he was attacking you, but when you realized that he was hugging you, you buried your head in his chest. You really needed that hug and for the first time in a while you felt a little safe, like this were finally over, but a voice inside you told you not to get your hopes up.


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anonymous asked:

Sarah why am I so sad about BTS at the BBMAS? :(( dont get me wrong; im beyond proud of them for bein there and glad they're getting exposure to a new audience but seeing all these people bandwagon and claim favorites and call these boys "mine" already and stuff makes me frustrated bc half of them are doing it for attention and idk idk i feel dumb and childish but i dont want these sweet boys to be exposed to the gross part of western fan culture and the gross fans that come along with it :((((

Ooohhh I understand! Its not childish you just want to protect them! Trust me there’s a lot of people who think the same, really. Me too, I’m so happy and so so proud of them but a lil part of me is just scared for them. But yea I guess they are aware of this, I mean things like that usually happen when u gain exposure.
We can’t really do much about this so yeah lets just support the boys and ignore the bad influence 👼👼

A Voltron fic for @taylor-tut who requested some self-sacrificing Lance! This got really intense at some point and I don’t know if this is what you were hoping for but it has 2,5K words and it’s half past three in the morning.

Warnings for general Langst, illness and me attempting to write dialogue.

Enjoy!

Lance’s shoulder is burning. It’s burning because he got shot with some weird space gun on the last planet and he hasn’t tended to it, but he really doesn’t have time for it right now. He has better things to do than look at some stupid graze that was his own fault, because Shiro, Pidge and Hunk are all down with some sort of a virus or an infection or something and for all his battle skills Keith is useless in taking care of people.  

It shouldn’t matter - Lance is, after all, quite used to taking care of several people at the same time on his own. He remembers that one time visiting home and finding his whole family down with the flu because vaccines cost money they don’t have, but the Garrison gives them out to keep outbreaks from happening. What he’s not used to, however, is looking after people when he himself is feeling like crap.

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A convo about zacks sexuality
  • Zack: So im pan you guys
  • Trini and Kim: *pause from their makING out to simultaneously say* DUH
  • Billy: the ability to be kitchenware is not one a human possesses yet but we are power rangers so who knows what could happen next i mean spiderman is a spider and man
  • Jason: i have something to say too
  • Zordon: *interrupting jason* what is this...pan??
  • Alpha: knew it, my headcanons were right
  • Trini: wow zack that takes a lot of courage to tell us. i guess you have boyfriend, girlfriend and partner problems *cornily
  • Zack: Thank you *blushes
  • Kim: *laughs at her girlfriend's terrible joke because she loves her
  • Jason: im gay too
  • Everyone *simultaneously: WE KNOW JASON!
  • Billy: so does he mean pansexual we still havent established that
  • Follow me for moar i take requests and do other stuff about power rangers
  • Convo #7

anonymous asked:

I feel like you're the only person I actually trust with characters these days- so how do you think the new DuckTales show should handle Gladstone?

Woah that’s a big compliment, also a big question! I’m sure I’ll be happy with what happens (I mean shucks I’m just glad it is happening), and besides I am just me I’m no writing expert. Having said that there are some hit/miss things I feel could easily happen with Gladstone, so I guess here’s my perspective;

Best case scenario: Accepting and embracing Gladstone as morally grey and using the benefits of a ‘wild card’ character. Now, it’s to be noted that I’m not expecting any character development or exploration for him, at least not in the first season. This show is probably going to be introducing him as a brand new character, as a lot of people (in the USA at least) have never heard of him, so most likely he’ll be introduced and set up simply as a rival to Donald. So far so good and fair enough, but what I’d love to see is the show taking advantage of this rare gift of an unusual character who is a power of self-interest. Gladstone can swing to either side of the good/bad spectrum depending on circumstances, but ultimately wouldn’t do anything to seriously jeopardise his family, or anyone else for that matter. There’s also the joy that ‘fairness’ plays into what happens to him and Donald; when Donald cheats, Gladstone wins outright. When Donald is honest and works hard, even if Gladstone wins the race or wins the prize, there is something that happens to makes it clear Donald actually came out a lot better than Gladstone did. Ideally, for me, the show would gradually lead to indications that Gladstone is a deeply isolated character; not simply because it makes sense psychologically, but because narratively it’s a very compelling source of story material, and gives his personality a great deal of intrigue. Whether they play it that Gladstone is aware of this loneliness or not doesn’t matter, but removing that aspect of melancholy from him reduces him to a very two-dimensional character, and not in the cartoon sense.

Worst case scenario: Pushing Gladstone into the vapid, annoying, just-plain-unlikeable antagonist corner. Similarly, making him too much like Glomgold- Glomgold fits well into the ‘evil twin’ stereotype and doesn’t much care if Scrooge and his nephews suffer (or even die, in some stories). Glomgold will do anything to win, whereas Gladstone certainly likes to win, but wouldn’t go out of his way to hurt Donald to do so (he’s too lazy, for one). They are opposites; Donald is unlucky, wildly passionate, and will work very hard if he has to, whereas Gladstone is lucky, aloof, and avoids work where-ever possible. He’s not a bad guy, he’s simply not a particularly good guy either; the ultimate chaotic neutral. My fear is that this subtlety could be run over in favour of just making him into an evil ‘anti-Donald’, which would feel lazy and destroy his appeal even as an antagonist. All the ‘bad guys’ in the Duckverse have some redeeming quality, some extra angle that makes you love them- you kind of want the Beagle Boys to get into the Money Bin, because they try so hard, and they’re adorable! You want to see Magica De Spell get hold of that dime, because she’s exciting, outrageous, and the stakes are so high! All I wish for is that Gladstone not simply be ‘the person that you hate because he’s an ass’- because then people won’t even love to hate him, it’ll just be a knee-jerk reaction of ‘oh god not this guy again’ whenever he shows up, which isn’t enjoyable on any level. We need to want to see Gladstone’s hilariously absurd luck- we need to want to see him fail because he hasn’t earned the right to win- and most of all we need to want to see him do the right thing, because as unusual as it is we know it’s possible- and that makes it infinitely rewarding when it happens.

(Tiny personal fear which is petty as hell: An annoying voice. Please, god, he’s supposed to be attractive and is canonically good at singing don’t give him an annoying voice. Make him brassy and brash sure but please...)

Did you see Rogue One? (Spoilers)

In addition to important conversations about representation, something that’s stayed with me about Rogue One is that last scene. You know the one: Darth Vader just kind of walking down a hallway.

The entire story up to that point was one movie and it ended with a beautiful and heartbreaking scene on a beach. Then, the second movie began. We didn’t really need to see this addition to the story — we could have easily guessed what happened next — but Disney / Lucasfilm gave it to us anyway and I am so glad they did.

I mean, you kind of knew how that bit was going to end, one way or the other, and yet it was still so enjoyable and, I think, legitimately scary. Why?

It’s a short horror film.

I think a lot about how many of the best movies are camouflaged genre films and I’m sure I’ve written some way-too-long posts on Facebook about it more than once, but let me start with a different point about that.

Jurassic ParkTerminator (and to be fair, T2 as well). Both great movies. Something that always strikes me about the recent sequels / soft reboots / whatever… is that they forget the originals were at their heart, horror films — or at least relied heavily on horror tropes — borrowing stylistically and thematically.

I mean, okay, I’m no horror or genre movie expert, but if I remember correctly, as a kid, Terminator was always in the “horror” section of the video store.

Point is, Jurassic Park even has campy jump-scares.

And even though the T-Rex runs after the heroes, the protagonists are in a Jeep — so the speed is relative… and it’s effectively a nightmare hallway scene, where they can’t quite seem to get away as the killer slowly gains on them (more on that concept later). They don’t shy away from it at all.

Jurassic WorldTerminator Genisys? They’re action movies. They traded in these kind of beautiful tension-building scenes borrowed from genre movies for robot explosions and a T-Rex fighting a genetically engineered super raptor. They abandoned telling the story well — in other words, matching how the story is told (form) to what the story is about (function) in favor of trying to make “a wild ride” or whatever.

Back to Rogue One. That last scene is one of the only times I’ve ever found Darth Vader legitimately scary on screen (O.K. maybe the ending of Empire — but not like this). I was so impressed with this scene. It could have easily gone the way of the prequels — Vader boomeranging his lightsaber all over the place, force-leaping half a mile, performing needless pirouettes, but instead, he just walks forward.

Which — kind of unrelated — is tonally similar to what I loved about the 2003 Clone Wars animated series. General Grievous, ironically unlike the weird coughing cartoon character we got in the movie, was a badass killer. He was legitimately scary. And the way they put together the scenes that centered him as a villain really emphasized that. They borrowed tropes and stylistic elements from horror.

Vader doesn’t move fast because he doesn’t need to (of course, canonically he can’t really). He just plods forward, methodically killing everyone in his path. Tell me you don’t see the T-800 in that. Or Jason. Or Michael Myers. I love it.

The scene is a perfect, self-contained piece of art. The protagonist has a clearly defined goal with an item (a classic McGuffin) tied to that goal. That one rebel needs to get the disc down the hallway and through the door, to safety.

Here’s what makes it a short horror film:

The door gets stuck. The lights go out. Smoke and mist rises. The antagonist — a killer villain — appears with a goal in antithesis to the protagonist’s. Between the two, there’s a group of protectors. They fight, the protagonist and his allies try everything they can to stop or escape the villain and achieve their goal until, as we build to the climax, a dramatic question becomes clear. Will the protagonist sacrifice his life to achieve his goal, or will he succumb to fear allowing the villain to prevail? He pushes the disc through the crack in the door, he tells his last ally to run — to carry on without him — and he sacrifices himself for the greater good.

Again, this scene has a really simple yet elegant structure, executed flawlessly. Protagonist wants to deliver the disc to safety: Thesis. Antagonist wants to prevent the delivery of the disc: Antithesis. Despite complications, obstacles, and ultimate sacrifice, the disc is moved to safety: Synthesis.

The protagonist achieves his goal, though not how he wanted to. Strengthening that journey, he had to sacrifice what he wanted (personal survival) to achieve what was needed (survival of the disc and therefore, the group).

We knew that would be the conclusion all along because we’ve seen A New Hope, but I think it’s still compelling because it’s so perfectly structured and so well executed — the form of the scene perfectly matching the function.

Even better, this scene is thematically a microcosm of the entire story that just came before it.

Using horror tropes and borrowing from that genre works so perfectly in this scene because that’s exactly what it is. It’s a survival horror. The protagonist in this scene is stuck in a confined space, trying to escape while being hunted by a supernatural predator. What about that doesn’t lend itself to horror?

More major releases should embrace this philosophy. Hollywood needs to respect the intelligence of audiences a little more and stop jamming stories into whatever genre they’re determined to make. Instead, let the story guide stylistic choices. They shouldn’t be at odds; they should reinforce each other. That’s when a movie becomes art.

Let’s circle back to that idea about the slowly advancing killer. This may deserve it’s own article, but personally, I can’t separate these ideas.

The more I thought about this scene, the more I also got to thinking about Vader in this scene and why that slow, plodding advance is such a scary thing as well as why it ends up in so many horror movies. I mean, aside from how common it is in the history of genre movies, one of the most acclaimed indie movies of the last few years is a horror called It Follows where the whole premise and plot boils down to that one thing: a slow but endlessly advancing death.

I remembered something I read online a while back about human beings (originally mentioned in the context of how human beings usually portray ourselves in Sci-fi). Here are some screenshots of those posts…

(If you wrote any of this and would like credit, let me know. I haven’t been able to find primary sources.)

Whoever thought up that last scene must have known about these ideas. And much like the scene itself is a microcosm of the movie, the choices made in regard to how Vader attacks his enemies are a microcosm of what makes the scene beautiful. The writers didn’t make the flashy choice, or the bigger, badder, more epic choice. They made the right artistic choice. They made the human choice.

So, in addition to everything else, why is that short film so good and so scary? I think it’s because this method of hunting is distinctly human. For all his force powers, the scariest thing about Darth Vader in that scene is that he just. Keeps. Coming.