i need your guidance

spaceless-sea  asked:

How are you? I hope well! Can you do a rfa+v and Saeran having to do seven minutes in heaven? Like honestly not even as drunk just sober. (Requests aren't open;-; but maybe later? Also I rlly love your blog like I'm most done with the masterlist^°^)

Author’s note: I hope you guys like this!!!! i’m still rusty ok it’s been awhile edit: I FORGOT V AGAIN someone please send in a request that says “add v” so I remember to edit him in here


  • “You wanna play cards? I brought them with me so we wouldn’t be bored!!”
  • Does he… Does he really not know what we’re supposed to be doing?
  • You looked down at Yoosung, who was already on sitting on the floor shuffling the deck
  • “Lemme guess… you’ve never played Seven minutes in Heaven.”
  • Yoosung paused for a second before shaking his head
  • You sat down next to him and smiled
  • He’s so cute…
  • “So what game do you wanna play, MC?”
  • But then again, this IS Seven minutes in heaven
  • “Strip Poker.”
  • Yoosung’s face turned bright red
  • “H-Huh? Strip?”
  • You smirked
  • “I’ll start.”
  • In one quick moment, your shirt was thrown across the room
  • “Okay, now you’re turn.”
  • Yoosung who had now achieved a new shade of red blatantly stared at your chest
  • “I-I… uhh, w-well-“
  • What the hell?
  • Yoosung looked behind you
  • “I think it came from the other side of the door.”
  • You stood up and opened the closet door, and in tumbled Zen and Jumin.
  • “So,” you crossed your arm and looked down at the two very guilty looking boys, “You wanna explain yourselves?”
  • The two of them began stuttering out excuses
  • “W-Well Yoosung’s never played before-“
  • “-I heard you were taking off your shirt-“
  • “-And I thought he might need guidance-“
  • “-So I wanted to hear the rest.”
  • You glared at them
  • “First, Jumin don’t be a perv, and second-“
  • “We were in the middle of something.”
  • You looked back at Yoosung, who had taken off his shirt
  • “And now that MC and I are even, I’d like to get back to the game.”
  • Despite the confidence behind Yoosung’s words, his face was as red as ever
  • You turned back around and smirked
  • “You heard the man!”
  • Jumin and Zen slowly got up, both mumbling curses under their breath.
  • You closed the door behind them
  • “Now, where were we?”
  • In the end the two of you ended up stripping to your underwear and then just playing go fish for the rest of the time


  • “W-What? I can’t be in a closet alone with MC!! How will I control myself?”
  • You walked over to the closet and gave Zen a smirk
  • “Who says you need to?”
  • 0.1 seconds later Zen was standing in the closet how the hell did he even get there so fast???
  • You closed the door and turned around
  • “So,” you clapped your hands together, “Show me what you got.”
  • Zen smirked
  • “You sure you can handle it?”
  • You raised an eyebrow, “I think you already know the answer to that.”
  • Zen smiled
  • “This is gonna be-“
  • Was all Zen could get out before hitting his head on the light
  • “Ohhh s-shittt…”
  • You rushed over to Zen, who was now bent over in pain
  • “Are you okay? Do you need ice? How bad does it hurt?”
  • Zen looked up at you with hazy eyes
  • “Slooowww down, youuu’reee talking wayyyy toooo fast!!!”
  • I’m not sure what’s more concerning… Zen’s slurred speech or the giant lump forming on his forehead.
  • “We need to get you out of here right-“
  • “NO! I want to give you… seven minutes…in…….”
  • THUD
  • “He did WHAT?”
  • Jaehee swung to door open, her eyes immediately traveling down to unconscious Zen
  • “What happened to his face? And why is the closet light busted??”
  • The rest of the RFA stood behind her, patiently awaiting your answer
  • “Well,” you looked down at Zen and smirked, “I guess he unleashed the beast a little too early.”


  • As soon as Jaehee closed the door she sunk down to the floor and sighed
  • “Finally… peace and quiet.”
  • You nodded, sitting down next to her
  • “Who the hell let Seven DJ anyways?”
  • Jaehee laughed, “I don’t know, but it was a horrible decision.”
  • It would’ve been fine if he just turned the damn the volume down…
  • You looked over at Jaehee, who was responding to an email on her phone
  • “Work’s got you pretty busy, huh?”
  • She gave you a sarcastic glare
  • “Doesn’t it always?”
  • The two of you began ranting about Jumin and the rest of the RFA
  • “I mean, does he think I’m just made out of cat toys? He can’t keep-“
  • “Wait… Jaehee?”
  • “Yeah?”
  • “I think our seven minutes are up… Did they forget about us?”
  • Jaehee checked her phone
  • “It’s been 12 minutes,” she looked back over at you and smiled, “so I think it’s safe to say they have.”
  • The two of you exchanged glances
  • It’s so nice in here…
  • “You wanna stay?”
  • Jaehee’s eyes lit up
  • “I thought you’d never ask!”
  • She set her phone down and yawned
  • “I think… I’ll take a nap.”
  • You reached up and turned the lights off
  • “Sounds good to me.”
  • You stared at the ceiling, waiting for the drowsiness to hit you
  • That was when you felt something warm slump on your shoulder
  • You looked over at Jaehee and she gave you a sleepy smile
  • “Do you mind if I use you as a pillow?”
  • Be still my heart.
  • “Y-Yeah!”
  • Jaehee closed her eyes, and within the next five minutes, she was asleep
  • The next morning Seven found both of you sleeping in his closet
  • And yes he was naked 
  • And yes he screamed
  • And yes you and Jaehee both screamed back
  • But it was still the best seven minutes in heaven you’ve ever played even if it wasn’t just seven minutes


  • As SOON as the door closed he had you pinned up against the wall
  • “W-Woah, slow down there bud.”
  • Jumin closed his eyes and sighed, letting go of the grip he had on your hips
  • “Sorry,” he backed up and ran his hands through his hair
  • You practically feel him holding himself back
  • “Why are you so worked up??”
  • Jumin leaned back on the wall opposite of you
  • “It’s just, while we were out there, Zen kept… flirting with you.”
  • His nose crinkled when he said the word flirting, as if it were a disgusting word
  • “I know secretly dating is hard, but I really think its best.”
  • You looked up at him, “Especially with everything happening with your company…”
  • Jumin nodded, taking a step toward you
  • “I suppose I can’t blame Zen. You do look ravishing tonight,” Jumin smirked
  • You smiled back at him, giving him a small twirl
  • “Thank you, my boyfriend helped me pick this out.”
  • “I must say, your boyfriend has great taste. I bet he’s handsome, too.”
  • “Oh yes, extremely.”
  • Seven’s yelling interrupted your conversation
  • “Hmm,” Jumin looked at you, “Do you think five minutes in enough?”
  • You pushed yourself off of the wall and grabbed Jumin by the tie
  • “Won’t know unless we try.”
  • And as it turns out, five minutes was more than enough time to… scroll through Jumin’s pictures of Elly


  • “So.”
  • “Yup.”
  • “This is fun.”
  • “Really fun.”
  • For the first two minutes, those were the only words exchanged between you and Saeran
  • I have to do something to break this silence.
  • You cleared your throat
  • “Uhh… so how are you?”
  • SERIOUSLY??? Is that the best I could come up with?
  • “I’m fine.”
  • “…Cool.”
  • You looked down at your feet
  • I’m good too, thanks for asking.
  • this poor child doesn’t know how to socialize have mercy on him
  • When you looked back up at him, his eyes quickly darted away
  • Was he staring at me?
  • A light blush crossed his face
  • That’s… kinda cute.
  • You bit your lip
  • Well, this is seven minutes in heaven
  • Before your brain could tell you otherwise, you leaned forward and lightly pressed your lips against his
  • After getting over the initial shock that someone was actually kissing him Saeran grabbed your chin and deepened the kiss
  • When you pulled away, both of you were out of breath
  • You leaned back against the wall
  • “…So.”
  • “Yup.”
  • “That was fun.”
  • Really fun.”
  • Seven swung the door open
  • “TIME’S UP!!!”
  • You looked at Saeran and smirked
  • “Let’s do this again sometime.”
  • Saeran followed you out the door and grabbed your wrist
  • He pulled you back and lowered his voice so the other’s couldn’t here
  • “Name the place and I’ll be there.”
  • Oh, this was going to be f u n.


  • You looked back the rest of the group
  • “Please help me.”
  • Jaehee gave you a pitying look and Zen saluted you “in honor of his fallen comrade”
  • Before you could anyone else’s reaction, Seven grabbed your hand and pulled you into the closet
  • “Your closet is a lot smaller than I thought it would be.”
  • Seven let go of your hand and laughed
  • “You do know I wear almost the same thing every day, right?”
  • You reached out to feel one of his shirts
  • “This one is my favorite.”
  • You pointed to the shirt Yoosung had gotten Seven for his birthday
  • It had a picture of the RFA on the front and the word “family” in Arabic on the back
  • “Mine too.”
  • Seven stepped closer to you
  • “You wanna see why I was so excited to get you in here?”
  • You felt your face heat up
  • “W-Well, I mean-“
  • “What?”
  • As soon as the lights went off, Seven turned you around so you were facing the door
  • He wrapped his arms around you, giving you a tight hug from behind
  • “Look up.”
  • You tilted your head to look up at the ceiling
  • “Oh my…”
  • Glow-in-the-dark stars were scattered all over the top of the closest, turning the dull ceiling into a tiny galaxy
  • “It’s beautiful.”
  • Seven buried his face in the crook of your neck
  • “So are you.”
  • And that’s when it hit you
  • You were literally in heaven in with Seven
  • “Thank you.”
I wish I could see your eyes again.
Not just passing you by, glancing quickly before averting my eyes to something less painful. But up close in the sunlight, staring into them so I could see every pigment of light greens and yellows.
I wish I could see them like I used to, full of love and not hatred. I wish you looked at me with them in the same way you had before. Maybe then I wouldn’t feel so numb. Because I remember how it felt when you looked at me that way, in the sunlight, up close, with all the love in world. I remember how full I felt. I remember feeling like that was home and I had finally found where I belonged. I remember feeling like that was my place, right in your eyes.
I feel so out of place lately. I don’t know why I’m here anymore, or what I’m doing. I need guidance.
I wish I could find myself again, in your eyes.
—  v.m
Receipts of a possible redemption arc

After reading the new infos about baby Ben Solo, i’ve been wanting to put together all the evidences pointing to a likely redemption arc.

The Force Awakens novelization:

When next Snoke spoke there was an intimacy in his voice, a familiarity that stood in sharp contrast to the commanding tone he had used with Hux.
“I have never had a student with such promise—before you.”
Ren straightened. “It is your teachings that make me strong, Supreme Leader.”
Snoke demurred. “It is far more than that. It is where you are from. What you are made of. The dark side—and the light. The finest sculptor cannot fashion a masterpiece from poor materials. He must have something pure, something strong, something unbreakable, with which to work. I have—you.

He met her eyes steadily. “We’ve lost our son, forever.”
Leia bit her lower lip, refusing to concede. “No. It was Snoke.
Han drew back slightly. “Snoke?”
She nodded. “He knew our child would be strong with the Force. That he was born with equal potential for good or evil.
“You knew this from the beginning? Why didn’t you tell me?”
She sighed. “Many reasons. I was hoping that I was wrong, that it wasn’t true. I hoped I could sway him, turn him away from the dark side, without having to involve you.” A small smile appeared. “You had—you have—wonderful qualities, Han, but patience and understanding were never among them. I was afraid that your reactions would only drive him farther to the dark side. I thought I could shield him from Snoke’s influence and you from what was happening.” Her voice dropped. “It’s clear now that I was wrong. Whether your involvement would have made a difference, we’ll never know.”
He had trouble believing what he was hearing. “So Snoke was watching our son.
Always,” she told him. “From the shadows, in the beginning, even before I realized what was happening, he was manipulating everything, pulling our son toward the dark side.”

The Supreme Leader’s voice was flat. “You have compassion for her.
“No—never. Compassion? For an enemy of the Order?”
“I perceive the problem,” Snoke intoned. “It isn’t her strength that is making you fail. It’s your weakness.” The rebuke hurt, but Ren didn’t show it.

“I want the entire Ileenium system destroyed.”
Daring to disagree, Ren took a step forward. “No—Supreme Leader, I can get the map from the girl, and that will be the end of it. I just need your guidance.”
“And you promised me when it came to destroying the Resistance you wouldn’t fail me.” The threatening figure of Snoke leaned toward Ren. […]

“Kylo Ren. It appears that a reminder is in order. So I will show you the dark side. Bring the girl to me.”

He (Kylo Ren) looked at the officer. “The trooper who was on guard?”
“Still being debriefed, sir. He doesn’t remember what happened. One minute he was at his post, at ease. The next, he found himself in his quarters, changing out of uniform. Initial assessment indicates he is telling the truth.” The officer hesitated. “If you would wish to try stronger methods I can…”
“No—no. Keep questioning him. Just—questioning. He may remember something.” 

Ren hesitated.
“It’s too late,” he said.
“No, it’s not.” Halfway across the walkway now, Han continued to move forward, smiling. “Never too late for the truth. Leave here with me. Come home.” Without the slightest trace of malice or deception, he cast a dagger. “Your mother misses you.”
A strange sensation touched the younger man’s cheeks. Something long forgotten. Dampness. Tears. […]
Stunned by his own action, Kylo Ren fell to his knees. Following through on the act ought to have made him stronger, a part of him believed. Instead, he found himself weakened. 

The Force Awakens junior novelization:

Snoke’s voice assumed a fatherly tone. “I never had a student with such promise…before you.”
“It’s your teachings that make me strong, Supreme Leader,” Ren said.
“It is far more than that. It is where you are from. What you are made of. The dark side,” the Supreme Leader said, hesitating before saying the next words, “and the light.”

He held her stare, and then his gloved hands touched the sides of his mask and took it off.
He had a young man’s face, with an old man’s eyes. His lips and dark hair stood out against the pale complexion of one who shirked the sun. He looked like a student who took no joy in his studies. One who perceived only the great problems of the galaxy and not its simple pleasures. […]

“And Han Solo,” he said. “He feels like the father you never had.”
His tone softened, as if he cared. “Let it go. He would disappoint you.”

Ben had the wavy dark hair that Han remembered, now shoulder length. His mother’s cheeks, Han’s chin. Yet everything about him was narrow and stark, as if he had starved himself of nourishment. And his eyes were not the brown eyes Han remembered. They were dim and dark and terribly sad. […]

In the last few seconds of his life, he thought of the Falcon and his furry first mate and his beautiful princess, but he saw only his son. The darkness in his eyes. And the sadness.
Han forgave his son for what he had done. He prayed someday his son would forgive him in turn.

Aftermath Empire’s End:

Who is out there, who is watching us? Hands reach for her, hands of shadow, lifting her up, reaching for her throat, her wrists, her stomach -
Inside, the child kicks. She feels her baby turning inside, right-side, up and down, struggling to find his bearings, trying so hard to find his way free of her.

He is less a human shaped thing and more a pulsing, living band of light. Light that sometimes dims, that sometimes is thrust with a vein of darkness. She tells herself that it’s normal - Luke said to her, Leia, we all have that. He explained that the brighter the light, the darker the shadow.
Right now, her son is upset, tumbling inside her as if he can’t get comfortable. His light, flickering with dark. […]
As Leia finds her peace, so does her son. […]
My son is alive. The future is bright.  […]
The baby turns inside her again, troubled by something she cannot feel and cannot yet understand.


“They (Han and Leia) had this kid who was born equal parts good and evil. He is someone who is broken….But it’s more than just having a bad seed as a kid. Snoke had targeted this kid, knew that this kid was gonna be incredibly powerful in the force and wanted him as an ally. So this mother and father had a target for a son. Someone was watching their boy. And these parents aren’t there enough to guide him.” (J.J. Abrams)

Q: Without giving away any spoilers, what’s one aspect about Kylo Ren you are excited for fans to see in the next film?

Adam Driver: I think that’s such a general answer, but you know… humanity.

“Imagine the stakes for him in his youth… Having all these special powers and having your parents absent during that process on their own agendas, equally as selfish. He’s lost in the world that he was raised in, and feels that he was kind of abandoned by the people he was closest with.(Adam Driver) 

[…] The family dynamic and desperately wanting family to be part of his life but not getting it. The anxiety and lot of anger that that creates and that last a lifetime. (Adam Driver)

I hope i’m not forgetting anything, but please feel free to add.

Art Critique PSA:

I’ll preface this by saying that I am pro critique.  I wouldn’t be where I am today without countless artists redlining my work and helping me make it better.  This post is not about the merits of critique.  This is about something that bothers me on a personal level, which is the habit some people have of attempting to offer critique (or being flat out negative in a useless sort of way) after a piece has been finished.

When you come across a finished piece of art on someone’s blog or in their gallery, then you’ve officially missed your opportunity to offer negative criticism critique.

Originally posted by plumkat

So unless the artist asks for your opinion, consider the following before leaving your comment:
  • Is it T.rue?
  • Is it H.elpful?
  • Is it I.nspiring?
  • Is it N.ecessary?
  • Is it K.ind?

Originally posted by nnnewtscamander

If you see a finished work that you like, tell the artist!  It makes them feel happy and encouraged.  But don’t leave negative comments, because the artist is no longer working on that piece.  So telling them what you don’t like about it only accomplishes two things.  One, it gives you a false sense of authority on the matter, and two, it discourages the artist and can make them feel like failures who should just give up.

The piece is done.  There’s no changing it.  So why point out what’s wrong with it?

Believe me when I say that artists are their own harshest critics.  If there is something technically wrong with perspective, proportions, etc., they already know, and probably reached a point where they needed to just be done with it.

Pointing out those types of errors on a finished piece just brings the artist down, and it’s condescending, too, because it assumes the artist isn’t already aware of the issues.  Trust me.  They know!

The only time it is polite to offer critical input on an art piece is when the artist has specifically requested such, and chances are they already have sought critique somewhere else.  Artists don’t generally seek out critique on their personal blogs.  Instead–and to much greater effect–they usually ask for help from artists and mentors IRL, or on sites that have designated critique areas.

And yes, I know everyone is entitled to their opinions.  But ask yourself… does that mean you need to subject others to them at all times?  The answer is no.  You don’t.  So T.H.I.N.K before you comment, and if you have any doubts, MOVE ON.

Kylo Ren sentence starters ;
  • “Look how old you’ve become.”
  • “You know what I’ve come for.”
  • “I’ll show you the dark side.”
  • “You’re so right.”
  • “Kill them all.”
  • “Comfortable?”
  • “I’m impressed.”
  • “Where is it?”
  • “I leave that to you.”
  • “Clearly they’re capable of high treason.”
  • “For your sake, I suggest you get it.”
  • “Anything else?”
  • “What girl/boy?”
  • “He means nothing to me.”
  • “By the grace of your training, I will not be seduced.”
  • “Forgive me.”
  • “I feel it again.”
  • “Show me again.”
  • “I will let nothing stand in our way.”
  • “I will finish what you started.”
  • “The girl/boy I’ve heard so much about it.”
  • “You’ve seen it.”
  • “We have what we need.”
  • “You mean the murderers, traitors, and thieves you call friends?”
  • “You’ll be relieved to hear I have no idea.”
  • “You still want to kill me.”
  • “You know I can take whatever I want.”
  • “You’re so lonely. So afraid to leave.”
  • “I see it. I see the island.”
  • “He would have disappointed you.”
  • “And now you’ll give it to me.”
  • “Don’t be afraid. I feel it too.”
  • “We’ll see.”
  • “I just need your guidance.”
  • “Guards!”
  • “I’ve been waiting for this day for a long time.”
  • “What do you think you’ll see if I do.”
  • “Your son is gone.”
  • “He was weak and foolish. So I destroyed him.”
  • No. ___ is wise.”
  • “It’s too late.”
  • “I am being torn apart.”
  • “I want to be free of this pain.”
  • “I know what I have to do but I don’t know if I have the strength to do it.”
  • “Will you help me?”
  • “Thank you.”
  • “We’re not done yet.”
  • “It’s just us now.”
  • “Traitor!”
  • “It belongs to me.”
  • “You need a teacher!”
Take Me to Church

AJ Styles/Reader
1720 words; smut/explicit

Vague set-in-some-unspecified-time historical AU and priest/preacher AU.

Also the religious imagery in this is pretty overt, so please don’t read it if that might upset/offend you.


It’s always too hot in church, the air thick and heavy. The wooden pew is hard against your body, and droplets of sweat are inching down your spine in a steady trickle. You shift slightly as you try to concentrate on the words of Brother Styles’ sermon, aware that your best white cotton dress will show the damp.

You hear your mama’s voice in your head, telling you to sit up straight, and you put your shoulders back, taking strength from the words. She passed a few years ago, in an accident along with your daddy, and as an only child, you were left alone in the world. But it’s not so bad, as you’ve managed to make your way a little, finding work as a seamstress in the Ladies’ Fashion store in town.

Brother Styles was the one who put in a word for you, helped you get the job and find a room in a boarding house of good reputation. He was so kind to you after your parents died, a true gentleman. You listen to him speak now, pacing up and down the raised platform at the front of the church, warning of the fate that awaits all sinners: fire and hell and eternal damnation.

Keep reading

Don't Mess With Pan's Lost Girl P.3

Warning: violence, swearing

Word count: 2134

A/N: Hey look it’s Pan yay. Smut next time, maybe. I’ve written smut before but not so sure how detailed I’ll get still not so used to it. But eh maybe I’ll get into it who knows.

Part2: https://pan-imagines-ig.tumblr.com/post/155792540279/dont-mess-with-pans-lost-girl-p2


“Just up ahead, do you see it?” The little glowing lady that was currently perched upon the wheel asked as she pointed straight ahead. “Yes I do.” I said holding the wheel steady. After a moment of silent sailing the ship met with the soft sand of the beach that was ahead. “Welcome to Neverland.” Tinker bell said looking back up at me. “I can tell you’re new around here, mostly cause you said you wanted to go home and that’s not an option everyone knows that. So let me just tell you that this island is lost boy territory and lost boys aren’t to fond of pirates.” She said flittering up to eye level. “Yeah well from what I’ve heard back in pirate town neither group like each other, but I’m not a pirate, even if I do look like one.” I said biting my lip and looking down at my attire. “Alright well, at least lose the hat.” She said tapping her chin. I took it off and let it fall from my hand to the ship deck with a thud. “Now we gatta get rid of the other pirates.” She said gesturing to my sword.

With a sigh I pulled it from is holster and slowly turned to see the look out was still fast asleep. I crept quietly behind him and placed the sword at the base of his neck. Oh shit, I can’t do this I’ve never killed anyone before. How can I start now I mean sure this might all just be imaginary but it damn sure feels like reality. I hesitate running this all through my mind weighing the pros and cons. Fuck it. I think but as soon as I do sleepy head wakes and quickly turns around pulling out his own sword. “Shit!” I shout as he lunged forward, I try to dodge the blow but his sword gets my side and I feel blood trickling down my side. I look down quickly before looking back up just in time to deflect his sword from hitting me in the chest. With the amount of blood I’m losing and all the strength I’m putting into pushing his sword away with mine, my vision becomes spotted and I begin to feel light headed. Just as I feel I’m about to pass out Tinker bell darts in front of the pirates face blowing a gold dust in his face causing him to collapse on the deck. I let my weak body fall as well and catch my breath.

“Well that didn’t go to well. Was that your first fight or something?!” She shouts in her tiny high pitched voice. I roll my eyes at her and examine the gash in my side. “Damn it.” I curse under my breath and dig through my bag finding a flask of rum and my tank top. I put the top in my mouth to bite down on and pour the rum on the cut. It’s not the best way to clean a wound but it’s all I got, no matter how bad it burns it works. I then remove the top from my mouth and put it under my corset so that it covers the wound. “What was that, the gold stuff?” I ask shakily standing to my feet. “Fairy dust.” She answers crossing her arms over her chest. “Right. Of course it was.” I sarcastically reply shaking my head. “It won’t keep him asleep forever, I helped, now you finish.” She said and I glanced at my sword. With a huff I placed the tip of my blade over his heart and felt the blade sink in easily. “Now was that so bad? Ok before we go kill the rest of those bastards coat your sword in this.” She says handing over a small bottle filled with a dark liquid. “What is it?” I asked popping off the top. “There’s a plant, very deadly, called dreamshade. I managed to make it into a liquid so that the lost boys could cover their weapons in it and get quicker kills.” She said and I raised my eyebrows nodding. “Alright.” I said carefully pouring it all over the blade. “Let’s go kill some pirates.” I said with a smirk and she rolled her eyes at me.

“So I have a question, you seem to be pretty cool with these, lost boys. And you found me, a girl, dressed as a pirate, driving a pirate ship, why did you decide to help me? Ya know cause pirates hate lost boys and vise-versa.” I say waking away branch leaves as I walked through the thick forest wilderness. “Cause no pirate would one, allow a female to steer the ship or two, come anywhere near Neverland. Ah here’s my stop. Good luck to you my dear.” She said with a nod of her head and quickly flew off. “Wait! I still need your guidance!” I shouted after her but it was no use. “Well shit.” I said as I looked around and noticed I had no idea where the hell I was going. But I also noticed the sun had begun to rise making me feel a little better, I probably wouldn’t last an hour in this forest alone if it was dark.

I began to walk again when I heard a few tiny foot steps approaching. I crouched behind a bush and put my hand on my sword handle. I closed my eyes and focused on my hearing trying to see if I could tell which direction the steps were coming from. At first I heard nothing but then again, to my left, I heard something. There were two of whatever it was, I opened my eyes and looked to my left. I was out of their line of vision but I could see them perfectly. Two boys, maybe a year or two older than me, but still young. They were dressed as if they were playing combat rescue, wearing camouflage colors with leaves draped around them and mud smeared over their faces. Each of them held a weapon, a real weapon. One had a cross bow and the other a sword. “You’ve got to be kidding, these are the lost boys.” I mumble to myself and move to get closer but stay out of their vision. “Well fuck me.” I whisper as I watch them look around searching for, I’m guessing, me. “Sorry kids but I’m not losing this one.” I mean sure the pirates weren’t that hard to deal with, thanks to the dreamshade, but as ruthless as these kids look they don’t look like to much of a challenge.

“Now!” The boy in green shouted as he paced back and forth in front of the cage. “What am I to do with you?” He said stoping his pacing, placing both hands on the bars and leaning in close, he flashed a quick wicked smirk. I did nothing but harshly glare back at him with a cold hard expression. I had been on this island for a whole month running around trying to stay alive, a cost of that was injuring a few lost boys. I didn’t want to, a lot of them were much younger than me, like six or seven years younger. I had grown cold, heartless soon I didn’t care how old they were, I just needed to survive. So I stood, not saying a word and gave him a piercing cold glare. He just simply chuckled and pushed himself up right again, off of the bars. “You know appearing on my island and injuring not just a few but an army of my lost boys is not something you can just avoid, there are consequences!” He said beginning to pace again, he spoke as if he was giving a speech to everyone present, even though it was only directed at me. Surrounding him and the cage I occupied, was a swarm of young boys their ages varied but none older than the boy in green. And he couldn’t be more than 16. “Now that we have captured you, this cage is where you shall stay until I decide it’s time to kill you. Sleep tight.” He said and with the flick of his hand his ‘lost boys’ moved out and towards their camp that wasn’t to far from the cage. “Felix! You take night watch!” The boy ordered a taller, cloaked, boy with long dirty blond hair. The boy simply nodded and leaned against the cage as the rest continued on.

A few hours had passed when I decided I was bored and wanted out. I was stood leaning against the far right corner of the cage staring at the cloaked boy, Felix was his name, while chewing on my bottom lip. He seems like an easy target. I thought as I sauntered over to where he stood shoulders back and chest puffed out. “So Felix, that is your name right?” I asked my voice just over a whisper carful not to draw any attention from the camp. The sun was now long gone and the camp was lit by an enormous bonfire. I looked at Felix but he hadn’t moved a muscle. “Hmm, well Felix. The name’s Mariana,” I said, still nothing. “Come on I’m bored out of my mind, least you could do is have a conversation with your prisoner.” I said slipping my hand through the bars and rubbing his shoulder gently. He looked down at my hand and I noticed his chest rise and fall and a slightly quicker pace. He turned around slowly with his head low. “Come on Felix, can’t even look me in the eye?” I teased as I moved my hand to the hairs at the nape of his neck. He slowly lifted his head locking eyes with me. “There we go.” I whispered softly tangling my fingers into his hair. His breathing became more rapid and he let out a low moan, leaning his head against my touch. “Now all you have to do is open the cage and we can talk. Unless there’s something more fun you have in mind.” I said with a smirk as I leaned closer to the bars that separated us. “No!” He shouted and abruptly moved away from my touch “You hurt my friends, many of them are just barley holding on to life. You deserve nothing but to rot in there forever.” He spit at me and turned away back to his position and didn’t say another word for the rest of the night. I just rolled my eyes and went back to my corner, with a huff I plopped down criss-cross with my arms folded over my chest.

As morning came again so did the boy in green, he nodded at Felix as he approached, “Go get breakfast, then some rest.” He ordered, Felix nodded in response and walked toward camp. “Morning love” The leader, I figured, said turning his attention to me. I gave him a sickly sweet smile, “Morning.” I said and he smirked. “Ah and she speaks. Honestly love I thought you were going to give me the silent treatment forever.” I rolled me eyes and gave him an expressionless look. “Just tell me, who are you and how did you manage to run around my island for so long without getting caught?” He asked confusion clear in his voice. “Let’s just say you and your lost boys are a lot easier to handle than the pirates.” I said grinning at his fuming expression. He let out a long deep breath before speaking again, “Are you saying we’re not as challenging.” He asked irritated. “Believe me I’m just as surprised as you are, I’d think your boys would be better fighters than a bunch of drunk old slobs.” I said and he shook his head. Clearly offended by what I said about his soldiers, he walks back to camp leaving me alone. I puff out my cheeks and turn so I’m facing out away from the camp. I begin picking at the grass when I spot a patch of purple flowers. I eye them skeptically and reach out to pick one. “Lavender?” I speak to myself and inhale the sweet smell before blacking out.

A couple hours later I wake up still in the cage, the sun is still out and I don’t hear anything coming from the camp. The boys must be out playing. I look around and see the flower laying not to far from my face. That wasn’t a lavender. I move away from it before carefully picking it up. “I’m definitely getting out of here tonight” I think running all the possible out comes through my mind figuring out the perfect escape.

I’m Not Ill pt.2 (k.th asylum!au)

//Trigger Warning and Disclaimer: mentions of mental illnesses, physical abuse, and light mentions of death. Any medical brands used are of pure fiction //

Summary: Taehyung shows you a room Jackson forgot to mention.

Words: 3 500+

You came back the next day. You didn’t get much sleep since you spent the night wondering about Taehyung. You even kept Namjoon up with you, talking to him on the phone. He knew Taehyung, but refused to talk about him. 

“Listen, Y/N. He’s really… intense. Hard to read. Whatever you call it. I’m pretty sure he’s nice. I mean, I haven’t met him yet, but from what you’ve told me, he seems like a decent guy. He just needs to recover. Uhm, get well and all that.” Namjoon told you. He hadn’t had any sleep for the past few days, and you weren’t helping. 

“But Joonie” you whined. “What did he do? Why are you all keeping secrets from me?”

“Aish, you’re so stubborn. I swear, you’ll be allowed to see the patient files after a few days. You just need to get used to your job first. Tend the patients. And remember that their history doesn’t define who they are right now. They’re getting better, okay? They’re healing.” Namjoon said, yawning at the end. 

You bit your lip, thinking about what he said. You thought about Hoseok and Yoongi, how they seemed to have nothing wrong with them. You thought about Jungkook, how he kept pacing around, as if someone’s going to pounce on him anytime. And lastly, Taehyung. His bubbly personality. His boxy smile. How he acted roughly against the guards, and vice versa. 

You could hear Namjoon continuously yawning at the other end, and decided to let him have his sleep. “Okay, Joonie. I trust you on this one.” you say before hanging up.

“Y/N!” Jackson called after you somewhere in the lounge. The first task they gave you was to man the front desk, and you have been doing that for about an hour and a half now. Luckily, it wasn’t a busy day, and no one visited yet. Which was sad, since you were sure the patients there had at least one relative who cared.

Thrilled to finally do something different for once, you rushed over to Jackson, leaving the counter to a co-worker whose name you’ve known to be Lisa. You were starting to warm up to the staff. Well, mostly to those within your age group, but that’s still a start. 

You walk over to Jackson, seeing Taehyung next to him. They were on the couch, and you noted the absence of Yoongi. Hoseok sat on the same table he was in when you met, Jungkook beside him. Even the mysterious girl wasn’t in her corner.

“Hey, Taehyung wants to hang out with you today.” Taehyung gave you a shy smile. Compared to yesterday, he looked more calm now. You smiled back at him. “Well, I want to hang out with Taehyung too.” you say as Jackson gets up. You took his place and sat beside Taehyung. 

“I’m really sorry about yesterday. Did I freak you out? I’m sorry if I freaked you out.” he rambled, eyes widening, worry evident in his features. He started nibbling on his lip. You were surprised by his sudden shift in attitude. 

You patted his shoulder and gave him a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, Taehyung. You didn’t freak me out.” The familiar grin crept back on his face in an instant. He threw your arms around you, crushing you with a hug. 

“Ah, I knew you’d understand. And call me Tae instead. Or TaeTae. Or whatever you want to call me. We’re friends now right? Wah, I’m so happy.” He squeezed you, and your eyes almost popped out. You chuckled lightly with him, patting his back. “Okay, Tae. Just uh, loosen up the hug a bit please.”

He obliged, looking up at you, his smile never leaving his face. “What do you want to do?” he cocked his head to the side. You haven’t really thought about that. You didn’t want to play Word Search, and you weren’t too sure if they had board games, much less if that’s allowed. You didn’t want to disturb Hoseok who was trying to get Jungkook to stop chewing his sleeve. 

“Oh, I know! We can go to the garden.” Taehyung got up, dragging you with him. “We have a garden?” you asked. Jackson didn’t mention anything about having a garden. Taehyung nodded vigorously. He dragged you up the second floor, and led you to a room with a ‘Come Inside for Fun’ sign. The sign itself didn’t look official, just half a folder with the words scribbled on using marker and crayon.

Jackson had a lot of explaining to do. Maybe you just missed the room, but he did say that the first five were vacant. But you trusted Taehyung enough to not harm you. Namjoon’s words rang in your ears. 

“Their history doesn’t define who they are right now.”

“Yeah, we have a garden. I made it myself! Well, Bwi helped me, even though V was opposed to it but…” he trailed on, whispering the last part. Before you could ask any questions, he spoke up again. “Do you like it?” 

You looked around the room, your jaw dropping in awe. All signs of it being part of a mental hospital vanished, except for a sign at the side that said: ‘Play nice’. But aside from that, everything else looked more colorful. About half the room was full of drawings. 

The walls were stuck with bond paper showing different plants, mostly flowers. Some small post-its hung from the ceiling with glue. Some had short messages on them, others having more drawings. Different colored beanbags were on the floor, and there were two light pink tables on either side of the room. Each one had a cup of crayons and markers. Next to one, was a filing cabinet covered in stickers. 

“Taehyung… you did all this?” you asked, still in awe. “Most of them. Bwi helped me, and so did Jungkook, and Hobi, and I even got Yoongi-hyung to write on some of the post-its.” he beamed. You smiled widely at him. “Tae, it’s beautiful.” You smiled, truly meaning it. It was a pleasant change after seeing boring white walls all day. 

He jumped on one of the beanbags. “Wanna add more plants? I can help you make one. I’d be honored if you added to our garden.” he looked like such an energetic puppy, always looking at you as if you descended from heaven itself. “Sure.” you just felt like smiling all day. 

Suddenly, Taehyung jumped up again. “I almost forgot. Wait here.” he said, running out the door. Gingerly, you stood up again. You went to one of the walls to take a closer look at the drawings. 

They were messy, but the different colors used made it look vibrant. You could compare it to a child’s work, but that just made it more adorable.You noticed some names signed on the corner of each one. Most were Taehyung’s. The more organized drawings had Jungkook’s name on it. You saw some of Hoseok’s too, his style similar to Taehyung’s. This place just kept on surprising you. Still, you noticed an unfamiliar name, the recurring ‘Bwi’. You wanted to ask Taehyung about that, but decided to keep your questions for another time. Again, following Namjoon’s advice.

“I’m back!” Taehyung burst in, tackling you with another hug. “I brought this. It’s where I get my plants.” he gently nudged a book at you. ‘Botany: Exploring the Wonders of Nature’. If it weren’t for Taehyung, you would’ve rolled your eyes. This book brought back bad flashbacks of your science class in high school, But despite that, you took it and scanned over the pages. 

The book was rather personalized. Some of the pages had been written over with blue crayon, and most, if not, all, of the illustrations were colored in. It made you like it a hundred times more. “We found that a few months ago. I was super bored, and I had nothing to do, so I decided to make my own garden. Jackson helped us put this up.” he gestured to the whole room. So Jackson did forget to mention this.

“Anyway, just flip through the book, and tell me if you like something. Or go invent your own. You can do anything you want. I’m so glad you’re here with me Y/N!” he grabbed your hand and swayed it around, while your other hand balanced the book. “Tae, can you help me choose? They’re all really beautiful, and since you’re more experienced, I need your guidance.”

He nodded, plopping down on the floor and pulling you with him. You landed on his side, giggling. You held him upright and opened the book in front of you. Taehyung started flipping through the pages, skipping over most of the herbs and leaves. “Oh, how about this?” he pointed to a small drawing, colored over with red and black. 

“Poppy flowers?”

“Yeah! They’re really cute, we like them so much. Do you know that painting by… aish, what was his name? Van- something.”

“Van Gogh?” 

His eyes lit up at the name. “Yes! I love that! Bwi does too.” He ran his thumb over the paper and looked at you. “Well, let’s get to it then.” You couldn’t think of any reason why he was in the eighteenth room. He just seemed like a harmless child.

You decided to color on the floor. The cup of crayons was in the middle, and you were each working on your own paper. You kept passing awkward side-glances back and forth, and Taehyung just looked so cute while he colored. He even frequently peeked at your drawing, checking if you needed help.

His tongue stuck out a bit on the side. One of his legs was stretched away from you, and his head was tilted. Then, he jerked his head towards your direction. His action surprised you, and you quickly looked back at your paper. “Y/N-ah, we’re so happy! Thanks so much. Also, uh, why don’t you add more stems? And let’s add a bit of yellow!”

He moved closer to you, your shoulders touching. You colored in silence, with Taehyung occasionally saying ‘Jjang!’ and ‘Wah!’. You laughed at his silliness, and as he was scribbling in a yellow poppy, you couldn’t help but ask. 

“Tae, who’s Bwi?”

You haven’t seen all the people in the ward, and you were sure Jackson wouldn’t forget to mention a patient. So you though maybe Bwi was a nickname he gave to a nurse or to a friend. “He’s my friend. Along with V, but V doesn’t like it when I talk to other people.” he ended with a frown. 

“What? Why not?” He just confused you more. You were right about the friend part, but you haven’t seen Taehyung hanging out with anyone else aside from Jungkook or Yoongi. He just shrugged. 

“It’s done!” he said, cutting off your thoughts. He looked over at your drawing. “You’re also done?” You nodded, a smile tugging at your lips. He stood up, both drawings in his hand. 

“Ah, our magnum opus, or something like that. Whatever that spider said in that one book.” he got some tape and put it on the paper. He handed your drawing to you and held his own. “Something tells me you like reading books, huh?” you grinned at him. You slowly walked by the walls, finding a spot to put your ‘plant’ on. He pointed to the center of the wall.

“Over here?” you asked. You moved over to the spot and stuck your drawing there. He then proceeded to put his beside yours. “It’s really pretty! Oh, and to answer your question, no, I don’t read. But Jungkook does. He reads to me sometimes when we’re bored.” he stood in front of you rubbing his hands together. You took his hands into yours. 

“Hey, thanks for bringing me here. I really appreciate it.” he nodded again, the boxy smile on his face. “We can always go here. You’re always welcome. And we can even drag Jungkook in here too. He’s really shy though, and it might take a while before he warms up to you, but still. You have me though!”

“Taehyung?” Yoongi stood at the doorway, squinting his eyes. He gave you a blank look and turned to Taehyung. “Hey, I need to borrow you from-”

“Y/N! This is Y/N.” he wrapped an arm around your shoulder. “She’s my new friend, and she’s really nice-”

“Yes, you’ve been talking about her since last night. She looks really nice.” Yoongi rolled his eyes and grabbed Taehyung’s wrist gently. “It’s uh, meds time.” 

Taehyung made a face, and it showed nothing but pure disgust. “But I don’t want to. They can’t make me!” he pouted, crossing his arms. He looked at the floor, avoiding the older boy’s gaze. “Tae, you need to.” he said firmly. Yoongi looked at you, silently pleading for help.

“Hey, I’ll be there. I’ll accompany you.” you said in your most soothing voice. He loosened his arms a bit, but the pout was still on his face. You took his arm and slowly led him out the room. Yoongi followed behind you, his hand on Taehyung’s back. “You wouldn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of Y/N now, would you?” you heard Yoongi whisper. Taehyung weakly shook his head. 

“Kim Taehyung?” a nurse approached you. He seemed snobbish, a bored look on his face. Behind him was a cart, full of medicines and bottles of water. He held a clipboard and he was checking something off the list. Taehyung still had that look on his face. He wanted to be anywhere else but there. Medicine time was the worst for him.

“Venlaflamine, Sertione, wow, it’s a miracle that you’re here.” the nurse sneered. He took out two pills and a water bottle, and handed them to Taehyung. Taehyung just stared at it. His hands were on his sides, and he didn’t look like he was going to move any time soon. “Just take it, psycho.” The nurse hissed and shoved the bottle at him. He turned around, dragging the cart with him. 

“How about you get some manners, you-” Yoongi cut you off by placing his hand on your shoulder. “They won’t treat you any different just because you work here.” 

Just like what Jackson said. You truly hated this place, and if it weren’t for the patients, you would’ve left already. But seeing Taehyung so excited about his garden, hearing about his bond with Jungkook, and seeing how Yoongi cared for him was enough to make you stay. 

“Y/N? Mrs. Kim wants to talk to you.” You looked over to the end of the corridor, where Jackson was. “Go.” Yoongi said. “I’ll take care of Taehyung.” You took one last glance at him. He gave you a small smile and hugged you again. “See me more, okay?” he whispered softly.

With that, Yoongi led him to the lounge, while you went with Jackson to the ‘Employees Only’ room. “Is she mad or something?” you asked nervously. It was just your second day, so you couldn’t really have screwed anything up yet. And even though you were new to everything, you though you did pretty good so far. You even fixed some of the notes and papers on the front desk a while ago. 

“Good to see you, Y/N.” Mrs. Kim said. She signaled for Jackson to leave the room, shutting the door behind him. She motioned towards the seat opposite her, and you sat down. “Excuse me, did I do something wrong?” You began to fiddle with your thumbs, hoping to give you ease. 

“No, you’re doing quite well actually. It’s just that, some nurses have seen spending time with Taehyung earlier. I was also surprised, especially when he brought you to that room. Usually, only the patients enter there, and he didn’t let nurses in, unless he needed Jackson to fix something. I think it’s safe to say that he grew an attachment to you.” Mrs. Kim peered at you over her glasses. After a while of silence, you mustered up the courage to speak.

“Sorry for asking, but why is that concerning?”

“Ms. Y/L/N, you are aware that he’s in the eighteenth room, right?” you nodded.

“Good. Just remember that he was put there for a reason. And since we’re on the topic, I think it’s acceptable to disclose some of his information to you. Y/N, he has Dissociative Identity Disorder, and even some traces of Schizophrenia. Do you know how dangerous people like him could be?”

“He doesn’t look dangerous. In fact, he’s probably the most harmless person here.” you protested.

“No.” Mrs. Kim snapped. She didn’t raise her voice, but coldness was laced within her tone. “You’ll be shown his records in a few days, but until then, I advice you to be cautious around him. We never know what he could do.”

“If he’s dangerous, then why is he allowed to roam around?”

“There’s always guards for safety precautions. We don’t want to aggravate him more by locking him in his room.” With that, she nodded at you and stood up. “I really hope you consider my words.” She walked out the door, leaving you in your seat. 

You still didn’t get it. You didn’t get a lot of things for that matter. This hospital was just so secretive, and in the little time you’ve spent here, a million questions has already piled up. Someone walked in the room again, and you looked up to see that it was Jackson.

“Hey, it’s about Taehyung, isn’t it?” he asked you, brows furrowing in concern. You nodded, not really finding the will to talk. Your little discussion with Mrs. Kim had drained you mentally, and you didn’t want to hear people talk bad about Taehyung anymore. Not after seeing the state he was in. 

“I don’t fully agree with her. Personally, I think Taehyung is nice and everything, and I hate how they look at him like a walking time-bomb. But we still have to keep in mind that he’s sick, okay?” You understood his point, and you want nothing more but to help your new friend. You just didn’t know how, not with the other nurses and staff trying to pry you away from him.

“How long has he been here?” Your voice was low, soft enough that you weren’t even sure if Jackson heard you. “From what they told me, a few years.” he replied. 

A few years?!’ you thought. “And he never got better?” 

“He has some issues with the medication. And they said he often relapsed. But I think he’s going to. He will. Especially with you here. Let’s just take everything slow. I don’t want to rush him. Poor guy’s been through a lot.” you looked at him, hoping that he’d elaborate what he said, only to get a long stare in response. You sighed and got up. “I’m going to check on him.” you said, leaving Jackson behind.

You went to the lounge, but Taehyung and Yoongi weren’t there anymore. The only person to be seen was Hoseok, who was dozing off in his chair. You looked around the room, trying to find anything they might’ve left behind. Then you heard a loud smack and a startled yell. You whipped your head around to find Hoseok, awake and rubbing his head. 

“Hi.” he said sheepishly as soon as he saw you. “I fell asleep for a little while.” You gave him a small smile. “Yes, I’ve noticed. Have you, by any chance, seen Tae?”

He gave you a confused look. then yawned. “Well, they went up a while ago. Yoongi wanted to tell you that Tae needed rest, and you didn’t have to go after them.” he explained.

“Oh, well thanks for telling me.” You couldn’t help but feel a bit down. You hoped that you could talk to Taehyung more, and heck even Yoongi, just to find out what they’re actually like. “I’d also like to thank you. Thanks for spending time with him. It really means a lot. All he’s ever received was pain from these bastards.” Hoseok’s voice broke through again. 

“It’s my pleasure.” You didn’t want to imagine anyone hurting Taehyung. And based on the spite in Hoseok’s statement, you knew that you weren’t the only one who hated the place. 

                                  ‘But why wouldn’t they speak up?’ 

Speak up to who? No one would believe them. In the eyes of everyone else, they were nothing but lost causes trying to fix their broken selves. But you weren’t going to accept that. You found the reason why you were here, and it wasn’t because of family favors or money. You just wanted to cure Taehyung.

In the midst of thinking, you accidentally hit a waste basket. You scrunched your nose, starting to feel throbbing on your lower leg. You took the basket and moved it to the side, but not before catching a glimpse of a half-full water bottle, two familiar pills floating inside.

I'll only answer to your true self
  • Kylo Ren: Help me grandfather.
  • -silence-
  • Kylo Ren: Please, help me grandfather.
  • -silence-
  • Kylo Ren: Grandfather I beg for your guidance.
  • -silence-
  • Kylo Ren: Help me grandfather, I need this.
  • -silence-
  • Kylo Ren: Help me grandfather... I need you.
  • -silence-
  • Kylo Ren: Help me.
  • -silence-
  • Ben: Help.
  • Anakin: Always stay close to the light my child.
  • Anakin: Hello, Ben.
So regarding sai’s post about Ed meeting Kacchan

 so @saisai-chan made a post about Ed meeting Kacchan/Ed being similar to Kacchan, so what if KAcchan was mysteriously transported to Amestris? Wouldn’t that actually be hilarious? I can imagine how ‘well’ those toe would get along. So i made something about it! So Ed and Al were just chilling in Garlfiel, Garful’s (sorry I can’t remember his name, he’s the guy in charge of shop Winry works in) shop after the whole Scar scenario waiting for something to happen. Al sat down patiently across Ed as he watched his brother angrily tap his metallic fingers repeatedly on the wooden table, mumbling about how annoying Winry was when it came to auto mail. “Jeez, gear head sure is going at full throttle” Ed said rolling his eyes. Al chuckled at his obnoxious attitude. “This is like a once in a lifetime opportunity for Winry brother, and besides you know how she is auto mail…it’s just the same as how we love alchemy”

"Tch” the short blonde teen gritted his teeth and folded his arms. “Don’t compare Alchemy to automail! They’re different, and why are we even here anyway? lets’s go outside or something!”

“brother Winry told us not to go anywhere, becuase of your arm!”

“and since when was Winry my babysitter? if you haven’t forgotten, I’m the one that paid for her travel fares!”

Al shook his head, as he watched his older brother stomp out of the shop. “brother!” he called out.

“ahh shut up Al! are you coming or not?”

Al looked over at Winry to see if she would react, but fortunately she was too absorbed in her automail.

“…coming” he sighed and followed Ed out of the shop. Ed took a deep breath as he stretched his arms towards the sky. “this is a lot better than staying in there and listening to that weird gear head ramble right Al?”

“speaking of weird brother, don’t you think that guy looks a little odd?”

“hm”? Ed shifted his gaze towards the direction of where Al’s finger was pointing, his eyes locked on a male with an average height, spiky ash blonde hair, hands tucked in oversized trousers and a shirt that looked way too tight to Ed.

“yeah, what’s up with him?”

“do you think he’s lost?” Al asked. Ed shrugged. “well it doesn’t look like he’s from here… let’s go talk to him, we’ve got nothing better to do anyway”


Bakugou grunted, kicking the pebbles on the road, he tucked his hands further in his pockets to prevent him from sparking off explosions. where the fuck was he? wasn’t he just in heights alliance five minutes ago? this place was sure as hell not U.A, in fact, he wasn’t even sure he was still in Japan, because the people walking past him and giving him weird looks looked like people in some old timey film or something… wait…there’s no way he could’ve time traveled right? a lot of things seemed to be possible nowadays in his superhuman world, but despite the wide range of super powers in the world, no one has ever heard, said, or done anything time-travel related.

“fuck!” he yelled, earning more gazes from the people on the road. “‘the fuck is this place?!”

“hey!” a voice called out, making Bakugou look up.

“you’re not from around here are you? are you lost?” Ed asked,still a bit shocked at Bakugou’s appearance.

“do you need any help? we could guide you if you want” Al said.

“fuck you, I’m not lost and i don’t need your guidance!”

Ed and AL looked at each other. “well you heard him, let’s go Al” Al held onto Ed’s shoulder. “wait brother! you don’t look like you’re from here… so we were just wondering if you needed some help, you looked lost”

“Eh?! didn’t I tell you I’m not lost!”

“who’s we, you’re the one who wanted to see him, we don’t have to deal with this if he doesn’t need our help, let’s go, he looks weird anyway, so we shouldn’t be dealing with him”

Bakugou gritted his teeth as he felt the veins in his forehead throb.”’THE FUCK ARE YOU CALLING WEIRD, YOU SHORT ASSHOLE?!”

“oh no…” Al muttered.


“He didn’t say that brother!”

 Bakugou, a bit confused, found pleasure in the fact that the blonde guy got ticked off when he was called short, and decided to take it up a notch. “you better fuck off you short midget, and get out of my way!”



It was too late for Al to try and calm Ed down because next thing you know, the two angry blondes were already charging towards each other. Bakugou attacked first, sending an exploding palm towards Ed’s face but Ed blocked it in time with his right arm.

“Brother, that Alchemy… isn’t like Scar’s?!” Al asked, observing their fight from a distance, feeling relieved that the townspeople were nowhere in sight anymore.

“you’re damn right it is!” Ed answered fairly missing to kick Bakugou in the abdomen and making him stumble backwards.

“you working with Scar?! you bastard!” he yelled.

“Don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, but you’re dead!” Bakugou charged towards Ed again, leaping in the air and sending another exploding palm to his face, Ed blocked it just in time, but Bakugou managed to use a hand to grab a fistful of Ed’s hair, and another on his left arm, making him fling Ed.

‘what the hell? He’s pretty heavy for someone his size…’

“this guy’s a tough one…” Ed muttered. ‘i guess I gotta go with another plan’ he clapped his hands and plastered his palms on the ground.

‘does he have some kind of electricity quirk?’ Bakugou wondered as he watched the electric sparks fly out of Ed’s hands. Ed smirked as he watched Bakugou’s face turn into a mixture of complete shock and confusion when his alchemy caused the ground which they were standing on to rise into ridges and head in Bakugou’s direction. Fortunately for Bakugou, he managed to dodge most of them with only a few grazing him and the rest he had to take them head on.

“what the hell kinda quirk is that you damn midget?!” he yells.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Ed replies a she makes more ground ridges. “I’m talking about that shit you keep creating out of nothing!” Bakugou yelled charging towards Ed again, he used his explosions to propel him in the air, blasting Ed’s face with one hand, he quickly used more explosions to maneuver himself in the air, blasting Ed’s back with another  explosion (like what he did to Deku in their first fight). Ed retaliates by grabbing onto Bakugou’s hand with his right arm and pinning him down to the ground.

‘what the fuck’s up with that arm…?  no way i’m losing to this guy!’

“I know you know Scar so let’s settle this you bastard!” Ed yells as he’s about to thrown a punch at Bakugou’s face with his right arm, but Bakugou kicks Ed off of him.

“no, I’ll be the one settling things you fucking midget”

“alright that’s it!!!” 

Bakugou knows Ed is strong, but he refuses to give up easily, he sparks off more explosions and charges towards Ed, only to have his attack blocked by a suit of armor.

“what the?!” Bakugou yelled as the helm of the armor suit of armor came flying in his direction.

As the smoke screen wore off, it became evident that the weird suit of armor, didn’t have a head.

“an invisibility quirk huh?”

“an invisibility quirk?” Al repeats.

“He’s shocked! now Al grab him!” Ed yells.

“what, no! I’m trying to stop you— “

Bakugou cut Al off by blasting his armor with more explosions.

“Hey you cut that out! you’re gonna char my armor!” Al said grabbing hold of Bakugou’s arms.

“good job Al!” Ed said transmuting a  huge cage and trapping them both inside.

“hey! why’d you trap me?!”

“sorry” Ed transmuted another ground ridge, sending Al flying through a whole at the top of the cage and catching him with a giant hand made from alchemy.

“you fucktards! you better let me out of this thing!” he yelled shaking the railings.

“i thought he’d be scared of me…” Al said picking up his head.

“why the hell would i be afraid? i happen to know someone like you”

“you mean, you know someone who can transmute souls into armor?!” Ed asked.

“transmute souls? what the hell are you babbling about shithead?!” Bakugou yelled.

“brother… his alchemy is strange don’t you think?”

Ed nodded. “yeah… he didn’t even use a transmutation circle… it’s not  anywhere on his hands, I didn’t see a philosopher stone either, yet he can freely make explosions with his hands…”

“maybe it’s combustion Alchemy?”

“yeah but combustion Alchemy also uses transmutation circles Al…”

Right now, Bakugou desperately wished he was with Kirishima right now, he never knew he could miss the idiot so much until today, even seeing Deku’s face would satisfy him… if this was some kind of nightmare he really wanted to wake up.

“…well the only way we’ll get answers is by asking him directly, hey! what kind of Alchemist are you?!”

“what is this ‘alchemy’ you keep babbling about?”

“how do you make your palms explode?” Al asked.

“it’s called a quirk you dumbass!”

“quirk? what are you talking about? that’s clearly alchemy! do you have… a philosphers stone?”

For some reason, Bakugou was pissed off at the fact that Ed turned serious while he said ‘philosophers  stone’, and he was pissed off at the fact they kept calling his quirk ‘alchemy’, and he was pissed off at the fact that he was as confused as hell.

“what the fuck is a philosophers stone? what the hell is this alchemy you keep talking about?! this, this is a fucking quirk!” he yelled sparking off huge explosions from both palms.

“you are working with Scar aren’t you?!” Ed transmuted his right arm into a blade and pointed it at Bakugou.


“argh! you’re really pissing me off! DIE!”

Ed and Al stepped back as Bakugou made a huge explosion, destroying the front of the cage.

“what incredible power” Al mused.

Ed and Bakugou charged at each other again.



Before Ed could even reach Bakugou he got hit by a flying wrench. Bakugou stopped running as he watched Ed pathetically on the ground.

“what the–?”


“owww… dammit Winry, why’d you have to get in the way?!” Ed cried while rubbing the huge bump on his head.

“he started it anyway!” Ed said pointing at Bakugou.

“Who?!…oh…who’s this?”

I really have no idea where I was going with this… so I’ll just summarize this before it turns into some kind of weird crossover fic… honestly I never intended to let it get this far… so I’ll just summarize the rest!

  • Winry insist on letting Bakugou go back to the hotel with them
  • Bakugou of course doesn’t want to, but his stomach gives him away because he hasn’t eaten anything since he woke up.
  • Bakugou says the hotel food taste like shit
  • Winry hits his head with a wrench
  • Winry adores Bakugou because he’s tall and muscular, Ed tries not to be jealous
  • Everytime Winry gushes over Bakugou he tells her to shut up
  • WInry hits his head with a wrench
  • Bakugou secretly thinks Winry is pretty cool, especially when she yells at Ed.
  • Bakugou ends up becoming apart of the team
  • He also ends up going to dublith with Ed and the others, and trains under Izumi
  • Izumi adores Bakugou even though he’s a little shit, and she rewards him with unexpected punches and kicks
  • Bakugou tends to genuinely care about Izumi beacause her condition reminds him of All Might’s own.
  • Somewhere along the line, Bakugou ends up learning and mastering combustion alchemy after Ed tells him he’ll never be capable of     learning it.
  • Bakugou learns that the combustion alchemy goes really well with his explosions
  • He also gets used to the clothes in Amestris, and since Ed’s trousers are fairly baggy, Bakugou happens to like them. He still wears his clothes loosely though.
  • Ed takes Bakugou to the military to meet Mustang and the others.
  • Bakugou and Mustang don’t get along
  • Bakugou thinks Hughes such a pain in the ass, but silently cried when he died.
  • Bakugou gets annoyed by Al beacuse Al reminds him of Deku
  • Bakugou also meets the homunculi and despises every single one of them
  • He has a hard time fighting them during one of their encounters
  • Bakugou thinks the chimera are cool (especially Hienkel, the lion)
  • he thinks May is like an even more annoying version of Uraraka
  • Bakugou doesn’t care about Yoki at all
  • Kimbly loves Bakugou and persuades him to join with him
  • The feeling isn’t mutual
  • Scar and Bakugou are neutral towards each other
  • everyone knows that Bakugou is not from Amestris, or their world.
  • Bakugou doesn’t like Hoenheim that much at first     because he reminds him of Endeavour, but after seeing how cool he was, his feeling changed
  • Bakugou becomes a target of the homunculi
  • Bakugou ends up fighting in the last battle alongside everyone else against Father, and he found himself cheering for Ed
  • After the battle, Bakugou becomes a philosopher
  • He grows out his hair and ties it into a bun (in favor of @saisai-chan‘s older Bakugou post)
  • Bakugou really misses everyone at U.A especially All Might and Kirishima, but he won’t admit it.
  • He searches for a way to get back to his world…

yeah… so that’s it… I really don’t know why i did this but I had to… maybe @sevi007 can make a better version…


Pairing: Gwash x Reader


You were sick, you were dying. There was nothing that the doctor could do. He tried sending a letter to your husband George, but nothing could get to him. Neither of you knew why.

You knew that he was alive you knew, his name on your wrist had not changed colors. Thank goodness.

The name on someone’s wrist was their soulmate, and when that person died, the name would turn a different color. You knew that you would never see George again, never get to tell him that you loved him one last time.

You wrote one last letter, telling the doctor to keep it here until George returned home.

‘I love you George, I will be waiting for you and I will look over you. I promise.’

And with those final thoughts, you passed on quietly, breathing no longer.


Many miles away a battle was raging on, hopefully about to come to a close.

George fought bravely, thinking about how he needed to finish this battle and write back to his wife. He had not heard from her for a long while, and it was worrying him.

He did not feel her name changing to black on the inside of wrist. He did not yet know that she was gone from this world.

When the battle was done, George quickly made his rounds to the wounded, and to his generals, passing along orders.

Then he made his way back to his tent, readying to write a letter to his wife.

He set everything up, reaching for his quill.

As he was reaching he saw her name.

Her name in black.

He clutched his wrist, staring at it in horror, as sick feeling in his throat. He didn’t want to believe it. A sob escaped his throat, tears starting to run down his face. She couldn’t be gone, he still needed her here.

And what hurt him the most, was that he couldn’t be with her in her last moments. He couldn’t tell her that he loved her one last time.

He quickly readied to go home and see his wife, even if she lay in a casket.


George stepped out of his carriage, looking at the front doors of his home. The entire area had a somber mood to it, no one laughing, no one smiling.

Just silence.

He walked into their shared bedroom, seeing a letter waiting for him on his pillow.

It was from Y/N.


My dearest George,

It pains me to know that my death will come as a shock to you. We have tried to warn you, but for some reason my letters could not get through. I am very sorry.

I want you to know that you were always in my thoughts through this hard battle, and just the thought of you, kept me going for much longer than the doctor thought possible.

Please do not despair my love, I will always be with you, even if you cannot see me.

Keep fighting, the people need your strength and guidance. And I know that you can be strong, you always have been. It’s one of my favorite qualities about you.

I love you George, never forget that.

Your loving wife,

Y/N Washington

anonymous asked:

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Mommy’s GirlyFesto

Many of you have asked me if I will be your mommy, because you need guidance, discipline, order, direction and someone safe to which you can submit.  I will be that person, for as many as I can be, without exception as long as you can follow these simple and explicit instructions:

1.  I am Mommy, not mistress, not madame, not baby… and as such you should always respect your Mommy.  This means I expect your respect and obedience, period.

2.  I am a loving, caring, compassionate, real life MTF Mommy Dominant Top, who bottoms to only one man.  I am not interested in fulfilling fantasies of curious men wanting to live out their desires to “have a tranny”.  I know I am to be here on Tumblr to raise up an army of once pathetic men in to mindless, slutty, sissy, bimbos to make this world a better place.  I have a process, my process works and delivers perfection.  If you are not interested in this, helping me accomplish my goals or being a part of it… buh-bye..

3.  My girls have standards and requirements, one being very simple dress code requirements:

     a.  You will be void of all hair below your head, no facial or other hair allowed.

     b.  You will wear only nude pantyhose, always will no panties, everyday, no matter where you are and you will submit photographic proof to Mommy upon request.

     c.  You will purchase a size appropriate corset and begin waist training daily.

     d.  You must have in your possession, black, patten leather platform heels.

4.  You will tag Mommy in every post or reblog you have on your Tumblr with the following, @36ddtranny “To my mommy, this is my future.”

These are the bare minimums and each girl is different.  I will have a personal relationship with you and know you, thereby tailoring your process to you.  My only reward in all of this is your obedience and transformation.  Most girls are so grateful that they love showering Mommy with virtual affection, real life gifts and total adoration.

Message me if this is what you know you need in your life.

Mommy Lisa


Anakin Skywalker - Grandfather

Requested: Yes. ( It would be cool of instead of the reader being a love interest, the reader finds out she’s Anakin’s granddaughter. Like shes with Kylo (and way more powerful than him. In a way she’s almost a reincarnation of Anakin) and she’s upset so she goes and talks to the Vader helmet and Anakin’s force ghost comes and comforts her. He tries to get her to join the light side with her father, Luke. )

Prompt: The reader is working with Supreme Leader Snoke and Kylo Ren, but deep inside she feels what she’s doing is wrong so she goes to Vader’s helmet to seek guidance where Anakin’s Force ghost comes to comfort her and guide her in the right direction, also finding out he is her grandfather.

A/N: This was quite different to write and I enjoyed it. Thank you for your request and I hope you enjoy this! xx

You didn’t know how it could be possible. You never knew anyone from your real family. You thought you were abandoned at a young age before you found Kylo Ren whom you befriended. It turned out you were just like him. You were strong with the Force, but you didn’t know how strong until you two started training together. Building up your strength. The two of you following the orders of your Master, Supreme Leader Snoke, were planning to create an army together, The First Order, to follow in Darth Vader’s footsteps. You didn’t know Darth Vader- previously known as Anakin Skywalker, was your grandfather. 

Together, and at the command of your Master, you had built a new army of Stormtroopers and began your plan to rule the galaxy. You were happy with what you were doing, even though there was a small part of you telling you it was wrong. But you ignored it. What you and Kylo had built was a great accomplishment. But even though he didn’t tell you, you knew Kylo was jealous of you. You were more powerful than him, a lot more powerful. You were practically as powerful as Darth Vader himself, and that bothered Kylo more than he cared to admit. 

One day, he confronted you about it. Stated how he almost hated you for it. He had even turned to drawing out his lightsaber and trying to use it on you. Although he wasn’t able to. He may not care about much, but you were his best friend and one of the creators of The First Order. Not to mention, Snoke would surely kill him if he killed you. Even he noticed how much more powerful you were than Kylo, he often motivated you by calling you the next Darth Vader. That you were practically a reincarnation of Vader himself.

It made you feel proud and confident, but you couldn’t help but feel bad for Kylo. After all, he was Darth Vader’s grandson. It would make more sense if he were the one getting praised. It made no sense to you how you were more powerful.

Feeling stressed, you headed for the chamber where Kylo kept the helmet of Darth Vader. You hadn’t visited this room in a long time, but it was almost as if it was calling to you. You figured you could vent to it, how you felt about everything. You entered the room and shut the door behind you, not wanting to be bothered. You then turned around to where you saw the disfigured helmet and sighed, taking the mask you wore that was similar to Kylo’s off and tossing it on the ground. 

“Lord Vader, I need your guidance. I can’t help but feel, as of late, that what we’re doing here is wrong. I feel…lost.” You sighed, looking away from the helmet. “I want to do this, it’s what I’ve been working for for years and Kylo and I have come so far, but there’s something in me telling me it’s wrong. I know you’d be disappointed in me for thinking these things, but I can’t help it. I don’t know what to do.” You shook your head. Even you felt disappointed in yourself. You hated yourself for thinking these things, knowing that if Snoke, Kylo, or even Vader if he were here knew you were thinking these things, you’d be dead in an instant.

You were torn from your thoughts when you heard a voice from behind you. “I’m not disappointed in you, Y/N. You have nothing to be ashamed of.”

You turned around instantly to see a Force ghost standing there, smiling kindly at you. You furrowed your eyebrows, taking in his appearance. He looked like you almost, some features different and of course he was the opposite gender, but it confused you. You looked passed that, however, as you realized just who it was that was standing before you. “Lord Vader…” You almost whispered, kneeling before him. You didn’t worship him as much as Kylo did, but he deserved to be treated with respect, and you had spent your life trying to follow in his footsteps.

“I’d much rather prefer to go by the name Anakin, or even grandfather by you.” He said, taking a step towards you. “Now please, stand up. We have much to discuss.”

You stood up, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion once more. “Grandfather? But…Kylo is your grandson. We aren’t related…it’s not possible.” You shook your head.

Anakin chuckled softly. “Y/N, don’t you ever wonder who your family is? Or why you’re so powerful?” He paused, taking in your appearance. “And I’m not even going to ask if you noticed the resemblance between us both. I can tell you the truth, if you wish.” 

You took a deep breath, trying to piece things together. If you were his granddaughter, that would mean that you were either Luke Skywalker or Leia Organa’s daughter. You simply nodded in response to his statement, not knowing what else to say.

“You are the daughter of Luke Skywalker, Y/N. Which yes, makes you my granddaughter. And being your grandfather, I must warn you. Do not continue to go down the path that you’re taking. Do not become like me. Turning to the dark side was the biggest mistake I ever made. It killed my wife, your grandmother, and it separated me from my children. And because of my mistakes, I ended up dead in the end.” He said, pausing as if he was remembering everything at once. 

“But what am I supposed to do? I have nowhere to go. And if I leave, Kylo will come after me. I know it.” You sighed, running a hand through your hair. This was all too much information to take in at once, you almost didn’t believe it.

“I can direct you to your father. You can fight alongside him, as a Jedi. You don’t have to worry about Kylo. You can beat him, I believe in you.” He smiled. “I would try to direct him to the light side as well but he’s too far gone. I’m afraid he wouldn’t know the first thing about fighting for good. But you’re different, you admitted to it. Deep inside, you feel as though what you’re doing is wrong. Please, Y/N, go find your father. He can help you.” He said with a nod, hoping he got through to you.

You were in deep thought, but still hearing what he was saying. You had dedicated so much of your life to The First Order, that that’s what you assumed was right. But now you were realizing it wasn’t. You didn’t want your life to turn out like Anakin’s had. You wanted to be happy. You didn’t want to feel the pain and regret that you had been feeling lately. You wanted to find your father, you wanted to become a Jedi. “I’ll do it.” You said after a few moments, looking back up to your grandfather. 

He smiled. “You’ll make a great Jedi, Y/N. I’ve been watching over you all these years. You’re so strong, so powerful. I’m proud of you, and your father will be too.” 

You were smiling, before thinking of your father and frowning. “But won’t he hate me? For what I’ve been doing all these years?” You asked.

Anakin just shook his head. “No, I can’t imagine him hating you. I imagine he’d be proud for the fact that you’re returning to him now.” 

The smile returned to your face. “Thank you, grandfather. I promise you, I won’t let you down.” You said. “I’ll make you proud.”

“You’ve already made me proud, Y/N. Now go. Go be a true Skywalker.” He said before he slowly began fading away.

You would do as he said. Find your father and become a Jedi. You were now officially to be known as Y/N Skywalker, and you were going to follow in the footsteps of Anakin Skywalker, not Darth Vader.

princess-spook  asked:

Do you have any advice or coping mechanisms for Littles with anxiety? (I've been struggling even while in Little Space and I really need some guidance) Love your blog! 💕

Honestly idk I find that sometimes even going into little space helps me. But when it doesn’t, I’m usually colour because tbh it does relax you. Idk, anyone else care to comment? :P