i really needed a new coat

My desires in a relationship have changed over time. I no longer want someone who promises to always love me and never leave me, I need someone who understands that life happens and sometimes things don’t work out. I don’t want someone who sugar coats things and never gets angry with me, I need someone to tell me how it really is and put me in my place. I need to be able to go five hours without talking to you and not feel lost or incomplete. I am complete without you. But with you, I want to be so much better. I want to be stronger with you. I want us to grow together and help each other grow individually. I don’t need you, but I really fucking want you. And this may not work out, but the fact that you understand all of this and this is how our relationship works, makes me think we’ve got a pretty good shot.
A Little Help

Originally posted by iamjuliag

Pairing: Shawn Mendes x non-gender specific character
Request: 2 from this prompt list/drabble challenge.
Rating: Explicit
Words: 610 

I step into Shawn’s apartment and find nothing but silence at the entrance. Getting ready took longer than expected and we are already running late to the wedding.

“Shawn?” I ask. No response. I check the living room and the kitchen. Nothing. When I walk into his room I am taken aback by the view.

He is lying back against the pillows on his bed, his eyes closed and his pants unbuttoned. The last buttons on his shirt are undone and his hand is wrapped around his shaft, stroking softly. His other hand is clutching the fabric against his chest that rises and falls slowly. He breathes loudly, and moans softly when the pace of his hand moving around him increases.

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djartistwolf223  asked:

How long does it take you to create new characters, and how long does it take to animate? P.S: Love your work!

Character creation is very varied, since it kinda depends on how complicated the hair is, like Marzia (who took 5 hours to make) or Rick, who also has his lab coat that needed to hang down a bit. But then charactes like Morty who has a really basic haircut took maybe 1-2h.. So say on average 3-4 hours per character?

Animation I usually just estimate that it takes 1 month per 1 minute of finished animation, but it’s impossible to quantify because it differs greatly depending on if it’s just the one character (like Jack) or two (like Grumps) and the complexity of the set, or what else I have to do, outside of animation (like editing etc). But there abouts :)

“Villian No. 1″ Loki skin concept. 

I know I’m not the first person to think of this. Nevertheless, I’ve been wanting to draw this for a while. Hi-Rez, we need a Robbie Rotten Loki skin!! 

I was conflicted about a few things. Mainly the hair and face since Loki’s models and skins all have him with a hood or at least a hat. I attempted making a bowler hat, but it turned out looking funky, and I really wanted this to be recognizable without totally copying Robbie’s actual, detail for detail outfit. Hence the color changes, and addition of Loki’s coat tails. (I love the coat tails on his standard model so hecking much hnnnngh)

 I’m still getting used to the new tablet, so please excuse the awkward blending and lines. Hope you enjoy <3 


request: Can you write something about best friend harry!


“You promise you’ll come?”

“Come on, love, have a little faith. I would cross an ocean to get to that gallery opening.”

I smirked at his joke, “Yes, Harry, that’s exactly what I’m asking you to do.”

I heard him chuckle on the other line, “I’ll be there. Promise.”


That was a week ago. I hadn’t talked to him much since and now we were nearing the end of the gallery opening. No sign of Harry. I checked my phone; no missed calls or texts. I tried calling him myself and only got his voicemail.

"Hi! Gallery opening today! Call me when you land, I just want to know if you got in safely.”

“Hey it’s me, just wondering when you’ll be here so I can let the curator know when to look for you.”

“Hi, me again, all the photos of you sold pretty quickly, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised I think most people are more here for you than me. Anyway, call me back please.”

“There’s only a few people left here and the gallery closes in an hour. Where are you?”

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I’m feeling pretty good after recuperating from my jetlag yesterday! 😀 I even managed to get the final touches on my water dragon painting by pulling an all nighter! 💪😆🖌 I guess taking some time to rest and binge on my fav shows really paid off haha 📺❤😜 Here’s a sneak peek of the progress I made! 🐲🎨 I’m about ready to paint the whiskers and let her dry overnight before I varnish her tomorrow. ✨✨ She needs the extra protective coat before I send her to the Haven Gallery in New York for the Mythos show opening on Saturday!🖼💖 Would varnishing my painting be something you guys would like to see? 🤔 Let me know and I will take a video/pictures for you all! 😘💕

7.13.17 // 1:30pm // college is expensive

so…. it’s about time to start (or continue) shopping for your freshman year of college. here are a few ways to not break the bank and maximize/optimize your money:

1. make what you can. i bought very, very little of my wall decor. i bought a metal ampersand and my first initial (which were 70% off at michaels) which were probably < $10 combined. i found some canvases at michaels as well that were really cheap (definitely not good quality and very poorly stretched) and decorated those. you don’t have to be the next picasso to make cool stuff. you could literally recreate a mondrian-esque piece with some paint and tape. the canvases i bought came in white, black and newsprint. i literally just hung up the blank newsprint canvas. if you’re really not artistically inclined, just paint some different sized canvases solid colors and do a color-blocked wall arrangement.

2. you don’t need command hooks/strips for everything. yes command hooks are amazing. they’re also really expensive. if you’re hanging posters + the like, just use masking tape. you need to be a little careful (don’t press it against the wall super hard) but it should come off clean at the end of the year. use a piece of scotch tape on the back of the poster if you need to protect it. side note: command strips won’t always stick to your walls. you might want to wait until you get to your dorm to evaluate. (ex: glossy paint and super textured walls aren’t the best surfaces. especially for heavier items)

3. avoid urban outfitters/similar stores. that place is basically a black hole. you don’t need to pay $30 or whatever for some fairly lights. mine were $6 on sale at tj maxx. my cool copper mason jar was from michael’s on sale. chances are, you can find something similar somewhere else. if you must, just choose 1 or 2 items.

4. use the internet. this is probably pretty obvious, especially for our generation, but the interwebs churn out some amazing prices. i got a giant ombre fluffy blanket (which is sometimes my background) for $10. from sam’s club online. i never would have thought. also amazon offers some really great deals.

5. get your free 6-month prime student trial. you will save so much on shipping. it also ships stuff in 2 days. it’s amazing. (great for textbook rentals too)

6. not everything needs to be new. you might already have stuff that fits your theme or that you really love. incorporate it into your new dorm. give it a fresh coat of paint or leave as is. this way, you can build a new place around these things and not have to buy as much stuff. (ex: i’m using an old comforter i bought a new cover for. way cheaper than getting a new comforter. also using my jewelry organizer+dishes from home.)

7. invest and skimp on the right things. get a good lamp (preferably with multiple settings to be mindful of your sleeping roommate) but maybe a cheap pen organizer. some sturdy, thin hangers, but sheets that don’t have a billion thread count. not everything has to be top shelf for your dorm to feel luxurious.

now just a list of great places to look for things:

1. marshall’s + tj maxx: fun stuff + low prices

2. michael’s: something is always on sale + 40% off coupon

3. home goods + the like: i got 2 fuzzy pillows for $20. you could pay more than that for one pillow at target.

4. ikea: my laundry hamper was under $10 and is super sturdy and also cute. got my comforter cover there too :)

i’m sure i forgot something so if you have questions, ask! also, i’ll probably do more of the college advice thingies so stay tuned. maybe some stuff on college apps/sat/act for you younger children later? xoxo, m

So I watched the trailer too (Just to get an idea) and holy crap as soon as it comes out/I get stable internet I will go watch it. -Admin Bloo



  • Throwing the fact that you can do telekinesis was too much at one go
  • So when he asked what you do, you say that you are a magician who specialized in sleight of hand and moving things.
  • Even showed him a few tricks that you picked up and some of your more famous shows
  • The more you hung out with him, the harder it got to hide.
  • He would constantly be amazed at how quickly you could find things or clean up… until he caught you lifting a bunch of veggies to align them on a plate
  • If the boy was SHOOK before, he was SHOOK AF now
  • He kept rubbing his eyes, and you were so caught off-guard at being found that you didn’t try to hide it.
  • “In my defense, I can never pick up the tinier bits of the chopped lettuce.”
  • Months later, and he still jumps every time. He watches you with close attention every time you do it.
  • Wanted to show off, but he understood your need for secrecy.


  • The night before the party, you guys were having lots of cuddles under the stars on the balcony.
  • It was so nice that without thinking you telekinetically pulled the blanket around both of your shoulder.
  • Zen was very absorbed, but a while later he wonders where the blanket came from
  • Wanting to tell him when he was ready, You vowed to be a little more careful about your powers
  • That promise didn’t last 24 hours lol.
  • The next morning, you were both rushing to get ready.
  • Zen calls out to ask where he placed his coat.
  • You were busy applying eyeliner, so you thoughtlessly lifted the coat and hovered to towards his wardrobe, where he was standing.
  • His piercing holler almost ruined the cat-eye you were going for, dropping the coat immediately.
  • He was on his knees and almost hyperventilating, so you instructed him to take deep breaths and calm down, gently explaining your ability.
  • He never took his eyes away from you, and even jumped back a little when you lifted the coat again to demonstrate.
  • “Babe, I would love to know more about this, but we really need to get to that party.”
  • Later on, he realizes that this ability helps you take multi-tasking to a whole new level, and really appreciates it when you become his manager.
  • He still appreciates the fact that you still practice traditional magic tricks as well.


  • Poor angel was having one of those nights where there were too many papers to look at all at once, so you dropped by to make sure she ate properly and try to help as much as you could.
  • Soon enough, you were all over the place. Cooking, stapling papers, filing the finished paperwork etc.
  • So you were alphabetizing some papers while you left the spoon to mix on its own.
  • Jaehee walks in with another batch to alphabetize, but then she sees the stove flame adjusting itself and the spoon still stirring as you poured a glass of water for yourself.
  • She shrieks and whacks the spoon with a nearby rolling pin, causing the pot to wobble wildly.
  • You immediately pull her away from the stove as the pot toppled over, spilling the hot curry everywhere.
  • “What were you doing?!” You yell at her as you switch off the gas and survey the mess.
  • “The spoon was moving by itself!!” She yells back.
  • You massage your temples out of irritation; she doesn’t need to find out when she is so stressed.
  • “Jaehee honey, relax. Sit down with a cup of tea while I clean this up.”
  • Later on, when you get the coffee shop, you practically master your ability to keep up with the onslaught of orders.


  • He doesn’t believe you when you tell it to him straight.
  • “I do appreciate the black magic and dark arts but they are simply fiction.”
  • No matter how much you try to explain, he simply writes it off as imagination/exaggeration.
  • “Jumin I work as a magician for a living.” “That is simply mirrors and misdirection.”
  • You both fight for quite a bit, with Jumin not understanding why you are being so insistent in proving that you can do telekinesis.
  • You even move around small things like his pen or a flower off the vase, but he easily suggests that you may have rigged them beforehand.
  • Out of frustration, you bring in Elizabeth III from the other room; she is screeching and yowling.
  • Jumin finally gives in, and you triumphantly float Elizabeth on his lap.
  • Often, at random times throughout the day, he’ll ask you to levitate something and you play along.
  • He loves that there is something else that makes you all the more special in his eyes


  • Through your background check, he knew that you worked as a magician (a well known one at that)
  • So he was highkey excited to see how you practice your tricks.
  • One night, he noticed that you seemed to be setting up for a practice, so he diverted some his attention on watching you.
  • So when you lifted a water bottle and poured a glass full of water with it, he was mighty impressed.
  • Now he was carefully watching your every move to see where the trick behind it was.
  • But try as he might, HE.JUST.COULDN’T.UNDERSTAND.
  • He analyzed every corner of the room, but he didn’t find any mechanism that would help you do that.
  • So naturally, he called you up, disregarding the fact that you might have been asleep at the time. you would always answer his calls anyway
  • The minute you pick up the phone: “HOW DID YOU DO IT?”
  • After a lot of explaining and apologies, you realized you couldn’t practice here anymore.
  • Seven noticed that you had stopped practicing, and he felt very guilty and troubled.
  • Eventually, when he had come over, your ability was at the back of his mind. The bomb had to come first.
  • But then he became distant to the point of being untouchable, and you could see how much stress he was going through.
  • He wasn’t letting you come close to him, and you were worried about his health.
  • You lifted his dinner towards him, hoping he’ll notice. Oh he definitely did
  • To distract himself for a while, he asked you about your magic.
  • Delighted that he was finally talking to you decently, you had told him everything.

anonymous asked:

Can you do “All the money in the world can’t make you happy. How am I supposed to?” With Bruce Wayne? Please??


You had met Bruce in an unconventional circumstance, you were just a small time artist and somehow had gotten an invitation to a gala that only the best of the best of Gotham’s elite could attend. 

Sure it was mainly to sell some of your paintings, but still, you were nervous and of course you were the one who ended up spilling bright red wine on the dress shirt that just so happened to belong to the man who’s family had pretty much owned Gotham. Who else but Bruce Wayne himself?

You didn’t know it but, Bruce found your personality endearing, and he was glad to find someone who didn’t constantly throw themselves at him for who he was. 

So he helped you calm down, no real harm was done except to his shirt (but he could buy some more) and the two of you had found yourselves talking to one another for pretty much the rest of the Gala. 

The rest was history.

Being with Bruce was an experience in itself. 

The media liked to play you out either as the innocent person that had come to the city to follow their dreams and found love instead, or you had only been with your boyfriend for his money, which absolutely was not true. But you were with a man you cared about and he cared about you, and in your opinion, that’s all that mattered.

Another thing was that Bruce tended to spoil you, and he spoiled you a lot. If you happened to look at something for more than a few seconds, then he’d buy it for you, your poor closet was running out of space. 

Yes, they all were nice looking and the thought of them was kind but still, you didn’t really need all of it.

And it sort of made you feel bad if he was spending all this on you, but you got him nothing in return? 

When Bruce had gotten a message from you saying how you were coming to visit the manor, a small smile had grown on his features, until he saw that you wanted to talk. 

He already had a tough day at Wayne Enterprises, and he was worried what you were going to say to him when you arrived. 

Was it something he did? If so, what did he do? How could he have messed up? Shaking his head from those thoughts, he waited until you arrived.

Bruce seemed off. You were wishing you weren’t so vague when you texted him saying you wanted to talk. 

Currently, you both were walking through the large garden of the manor, in a small silence. 

“So,” He began after clearing his throat, “What did you want to talk about?”

“Well, it probably sounds stupid now that I think about it,” You murmured sheepishly. 

“It’s nothing terrible I promise,” You added quickly.

“If you think it’s important enough to talk about, then it’s not stupid,” Bruce assured you.

You nodded, before speaking, “So you know how you got me that new coat last week?”

“Yes, what’s the matter? Is it bad? I can get you a new one?”

“That’s it, though,” You started, “The gifts are all wonderful and everything, but I don’t really need them.”

Poor Bruce actually looked confused (and the expression on his face was adorable), “What do you mean?”

“As wonderful as your gifts are, I don’t think you have to spend anything on me. You don’t need to spend anything just so that our relationship will work.”

“But if all the money in the world can’t make you happy. How am I supposed to?”

You stopped walking, you could only imagine the type of people he went out with before, seeing as how they were only superficial to want to be with him for his fortunes.

Hugging the much taller man, you said, “Oh Bruce, you don’t need any money to make me happy. If tomorrow comes and we end up being the poorest people in the world, then we’ll be the poorest in the world together.”

Bruce couldn’t help but laugh, before admitting, “You know, I was actually worried for a second, I thought you were breaking up with me when you said you wanted to talk.”

This time it was your turn to laugh a little, “Nope not a chance Bruce,” You kissed him on the cheek before adding, “You’re stuck with me.”

Bruce’s sons (although one claimed otherwise he totally was) watched the whole thing unfold.

“See I told you, they are perfect for him!” The oldest proclaimed proudly.

“Yeah yeah, you totally had your doubts,” The second oldest replied, rolling his eyes.

“They make each other happy that should count right?” A third voice added, watching them fondly.

“For once I agree with Drake, (L/N) does make my father happy,” The last and younger sounding voice added.

“You know your boys were totally watching us right?”

“Yup, I saw them as soon as we walked into the garden.”

The Murder In My Backyard

by reddit user Pippinacious

I’ll be posting new, different stories on my personal blog, please be sure to follow @sixpenceeeblog

There was no love at first sight, no stomach fluttering feeling of “This is the one!”, just the realization that this was the best my budget could get me. My realtor, already frustrated with how many times I’d said no to other places, watched anxiously over my shoulder as I signed the papers, as if she was afraid I’d back out at the last minute, and just like that, I was the less-than-proud owner of a decades old house and all the issues that came with it.

Still, I told myself as I was handed the keys, it was better than continuing to live with my all too recent ex-husband.

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dedicated to @wtfmulder… for reasons. tiny spoiler for “home”, more about establishing timeline.  i don’t edit my stuff ‘cause i’m a dolt, fyi.

 Red hair.  Lab coat.  A penchant for scientific analysis. 

It really was perfect.  And Mulder hated it.

“… but, you’ll notice, if we move on to this slide, we don’t see the same type of microbial movement or growth.  How weird is that?”

Mulder moved to peer into the microscope, watching his evidence swirl around it’s petrie dish.  His mind was determined to stay focused.

“Very weird,” he stated flatly, twisting this new information around in his mind.  He needed to make the pieces fit, “And this is the sample we pulled from Castor’s body.  How is that possible?”

“Right.  So, the thing is, it isn’t.  At least, not on any carbon based lifeforms.  It struck me as kinda’ weird,” Pendrell said, pushing his rolling chair across the small room to grab something else and then wheel back to Mulder, “so I decided to run in against this.  This is the sample Agent Scully dropped off earlier.”

“From the dog?”

“Right.  And you’ll never guess what I found.”

Pendrell slipped the sample beneath the lens and gestured for Mulder to take a look.  When he did, his eyes widened just a bit, “It looks just like Castor’s.”


Mulder rapped his knuckles on the counter, standing back from the machine.  He was thinking.  Pendrell rocked on his chair for a moment before going on, “I wanted to confirm where Agent Scully had found the sample… do… where /is/ Agent Scully, by the way?”

“Hm?  Oh, she’s down with Henderson, collecting the handwriting samples from the note we found.”

“Oh,” there was silence from Pendrell.  Mulder glanced at the other man for a moment and took in his downcast look.  His thoughts were pulled away from Mr. Castor’s unusual death and instead turned to the matters of the heart.  Not his heart;  Pendrell’s heart.  The heart that beat so fervently for Agent Scully.  

He recalled a conversation him and Scully had recently, about families and offspring.  This had never been something Mulder considered, even when he’d been married to Diana.  Children weren’t a good thing for the Mulder line, he’d thought.  Scully had seemed very set on the idea, hopeful even for it in the future.

Red hair.  Lab coat.  Science.

Fucking Pendrell.

Another of the lab guys called Pendrell over, who left Mulder for a few minutes to be alone with his thoughts.  Mulder’s lips twisted with displeasure at the vision in his mind’s eye.  Little red-haired children with mini microscopes.  Their mother’s bright blue eyes and their father’s weak chin.  One with a rock polisher, the other with a telescope.  They all got blue ribbons at the science fair and by high school, they’d all gotten scholarships to nice Universities.  He saw them red and burnt in summer since pale skin and sun don’t mix.  None of them work contacts, they all preferred glasses.  One was becoming a biogenetic engineer, another one was going into physics.  Family photos at the Pendrell household.

Perfect.  Quaint.  It made him want to puke.

Briefly, Mulder toyed with the idea of punching him.  He never would, of course, but it was nice to think about.

“Mulder,” a familiar voice said behind him and Mulder turned to see Scully enter the lab.  She had a file open in her hands was busy examining it.  She managed to weave her way around the equipment without once looking up from the folder, “I’ve been looking for you.  Henderson compared the handwriting samples.  Get this.  The note found at Castor’s place has notable similarities to Castor’s actual handwriting.”

Scully reached Mulder and moved to show him the file, pointing things out as she spoke, “But, certain pressure points like… here.  And here.  Henderson said those points are notable because, apparently, they’re signature styles of a female writer.”

“A woman wrote the note?”

“Well, Castor wrote the note.  At least, that’s what Henderson settled on.”

“Even weirder,” he responded vaguely.  Then he showed Scully, Pendrell’s findings.  This was the only time she looked up from the folder.  It was only brief and she immediately went to the microscope.

“I’d have to agree with Pendrell,” she said after a few moments of examination, “This is just simply impossible.”

Of course she agreed with Pendrell.  Mulder wondered how much trouble he’d get into for giving a fellow agent a swirly.  Pendrell must have had enough of those in his lifetime, right?  He could handle it.

“Well, impossible or not, it’s what was found on Castor’s body.  And the dog’s.”

“Mulder, I–”

“Hey, Agent Scully,” Pendrell returned, with a noticeable bounce in his step at seeing his favorite person.  He was smiling now, “It’s good to see you… back up from the… You were at the other lab, is all I meant.  It’s good to see you… not at that lab anymore and at this one.  Is what I meant.”

“Hello, Agent Pendrell,” Scully replied, seemingly unaffected by his ramblings.  She had her arms crossed as she pulled back from the microscope.  Her brow was furrowed in thought.  She looked back at Mulder, “Mulder, I’ve been thinking about that black residue we found outside Castor’s place.”

“Black residue?” Pendrell asked, hovering on the outskirts of their conversation.

“We wrote it off as tire rubber at first,” she clarified briefly before resuming her thoughts, “Mulder, what if the residue is connected?  Maybe we should go back and take a second look at Castor’s place.”

“Not a bad idea.  Why do you think it’s connected?”

“I’m not sure yet.  Pendrell, I can take this, yes?” Scully was already removing some documents with results from Pendrell’s table, eyeing them as she spoke to him.

“Of course.  Anything you like,” Pendrell replied.

“Thanks,” was all Scully said before she began to leave the lab, focused on this new set of data she’d gotten her hands on.  Mulder hesitated just long enough to watch Pendrell’s sad look, the dropping of his shoulders, as she left without another word.  Mulder caught up with her in the hall.  How she managed to read the file and not run into anyone, he didn’t know but she was damned good at it.

“Hey, Scully,” he said, catching up to her, “You know, I think Agent Pendrell has a crush on you.”

“Who?” a second later, “Oh.  I’m sure not.  Hey, Mulder, look at this–”

Mulder listened to Scully as they stepped on the elevator.  Her manicured nail running along the data sheets and pointing things out to him.  Mulder was fascinated, no doubt, but he couldn’t help but be distracted. 

His mind’s eye showed him that little red-haired kid with their science ribbons and dorky glasses.  But this time he saw another kid, too.  And this one was dressed like Spock.  

Mulder smiled.  He didn’t /really/ want to punch Pendrell.

So much for my happy ending

Your relationship with kiseok is not perfect as people sees, you have ups and downs, you fight and have misunderstanding many times but you still manage to save your relationship, you both know how to apologize and admit your mistakes. You made sure that you are alright before you sleep, you talk the problems and find solutions and promise to each you won’t fight because of one problem again. When you forgive one another and forget about whatever reason you are fighting you never brought it again. You are six years younger than him but you are matured as him, sometimes more matured than him. You know how to calm him down when he can’t control his anger and he knows how to cheer you up when you are feeling down or when you have your period. You accept him with all your heart and he was thankful for that, he treats you like a queen like how you treat him like a king. Kiseok is sure about his feelings for you, he loves you with his all heart and he never looks to other girls, that’s why after two years of your relationship he asked you to marry him and you gladly say yes.

You are very excited to plan your wedding, you personally design your invitation. Kiseok chooses the motif of your wedding, black and red. It’s been three months since you start planning your wedding day. You found a very good stylist for your wedding dress. You are trying your best to attend all your schedule and your work. There is a brief moment that you feel tired and exhausted but whenever you see the invitation card with your name and kiseok’s name you feel recharged and alive again.

“You look great” your friend exclaims as soon as she saw you wearing a long white gown. You smile widely and examine the gown “I can’t decide, I love all designs” you laughs “How to choose? I want all of them” you added “Why don’t you asks kiseok? Maybe he can help you” your friend suggested, making your heart ache. You have had a small fight with him last night because he didn’t show up on your meeting with wedding coordinator, he said he forget. He forgets because he is with the boys which made your heartache because this isn’t the first time he forgot or didn’t show up on your meetings about your wedding. “he’s busy because hoody will release an album” you force a smile “Whatever. I will take picture of you so smile beautifully” she said pointing the lens of her camera on you, after few shoot she smiles at you “I send you a copy” she said “Thanks, I go change. I have to meet the Jaemin for our cake”

“This is strawberry cake vanilla with buttercream frosting, we can add some strawberries for decoration or if you want we can put some pearl on layers” the food caterer explains “Vanilla seems plain maybe we can add a few strawberries icing on the edges of layers? then pearls? what you think? it will fit on our color motif right?” you said “That’s a great idea! We will do that but how about the drinks? Do you prefer soda, ice tea or wine?” Jaemin asked you “I’m not sure but can we have ice tea and red wine? I don’t know which label is the best” you answer “It’s alright. we can do that too. what about your groom, maybe he knows or want a specific wine” she asked “I will ask him” you smiles at him, suddenly you felt your phone vibrate inside your bag “Sorry excuse me for a minute, I need to take this” you excuse yourself, walking into corner of the room before you answer your phone “Hello Mr. Shin? Is there any problem?” you immediately asked “I’m sorry to disturb you but supposedly we have a meeting with Mr.Jung for his wedding coat but we been waiting almost three hours for him, we can’t contact him too so we decided to call you” he explains a little bit of worried and disappointment on his tone “Really? I’m so sorry, Can– can you set a new schedule for him again? I’m really sorry I–he-we been busy with these past days. I’m sure it’s not he didn’t mean not to show up”

After your food tasting, you hurriedly get your car and drive to AOMG office. You can’t understand what you feels right now, anger, disappointment, and confusion. You tried calling kiseok but your call always went to his voice message. You are on verge of tears but you are trying hard not to cry but you can’t stop feeling hurt, yesterday he forgot your meeting and you ended up fighting, he apologized but it happens again, this isn’t the second time, you don’t know how many time he forgot about your meetings. You also noticed how became less interest on your wedding preparations, when you have to meet with coordinators he’s always on his phone or his mind is thinking something else. You did all decisions, when you asks his opinion he would always say “Whatever you want, let’s have it” “I don’t know, you choose” “it’s up to you” “if that’s what you want”

Parking your car in front of the building you jump out of your car and hurriedly went inside “Where is he?” you asked the Mina “He’s ion studio with gray and jay” she answer you “Thank you” you said, your feet moves on its ways completely know their destination, you are ready to burst inside when you hear jay’s voice. You stood in front of the door as you listen to what they are talking

“What do you mean you don’t want to do it anymore?” Gray asks the older man “Maybe you are just stress” he added “I didn’t say that I don’t want to do it” Kiseok sighs “It’s just so–everything is so fast—I’m starting it’s too sudden—Maybe I was so stupid to ask her to marry me–I do love her very much it’s blinded me..I never thought about what will happen in future, I don’t have a plan for us” he sighs shoving his head on his palms “What are you saying, dude? You two are happy with each other, you love each other what went wrong?” Jay asked his friend “I don’t know, I’m just–” “You are having a second thoughts about getting married?” gray finished his word, kiseok look at him and sighs “Yes” Jay sighed and sit beside him “Maybe you are stress with all these preparations, what if take a break? postpone the wedding? and come to our tour? We will be travelling for two months, maybe it will help you”

You feel your whole world starts to falls after hearing those words, you move your hands from the door knob to wipe your tears away. Turning your feet around, you slowly start walking away with a heavy heart. “Miss? Are you alright?” minah asked you when she saw you walking out crying, you wipe your tears dry and took a deep breath before turning to her “Yes” you forced a smile “I–Just don’t tell them I came” you said “O-Okay” she nodded her head “Are you sure you alright?” she asked again “Yes. Don’t worry, I’m just tired, they are doing something important I can’t disturb them” you smile again “Alright, Take care” she bow at you.

You left the building and went inside your car, you sat there feeling hurt. You watch your life crash in your eyes, his words still echo on your mind, how unsure he is, “he’s having second thought about our wedding, he didn’t see himself with me” your tears keep falling down “I thought what we have is real, I thought you want to be with me” you hiccoughs “I thought—So much for my happy ending” you cry.

After few minutes you manage to calm yourself before driving home. When you arrived home, you didn’t waste anytime you packed all your clothes and important things. You made sure you pack your passport and important IDs. After making sure you are packed you grab your phone on the table and dialed your co-worker’s number “Hi, Zia. Sorry to call you this hour but I have some favor to ask, can you tell our boss that I can’t  go to work for days? Something comes up. Thank you” you said “Thank you” you turn your phone off then you saw the ring in your hand, you sadly look at the gold metal wrap around your finger. “You used to bring happiness” you whisper “It’s sad that you are meaningless now” then you removed the ring from your finger, you’re heart skip a beat when you hear your name being called “What’s going?” you turn around to see kiseok looking at your packed bags “You leaving?” he asked finally looking at you “What’s going on? did something happen?” he exclaimed seeing your swollen eyes, he attempt to step closer to you but he stop when he saw the ring in your hand “Let’s end this” his head snap at you “What the fuck are you saying?” he asks “What’s wrong? Why you want to end this?” he started to get angry, after the talks with gray and jay he decided to go home to talk to you about your wedding but he didn’t expect this will welcome him home “I don’t know if I can stay any longer knowing that you are not sure about our relationship” you cried “Why you asks me to marry you when you are not sure if you really love me?” you asked him “What are you saying?” his tone changed “I heard you. I heard that you are having second thought about us, now I know why you are not interested on planning our wedding, I finally understand why you always forgot our meetings and schedule because you don’t really want to get married” you cries, kiseok’s heart torn apart seeing you crying, he step forward he attempt to touch your face but you move away “It’s not like that. I was just–” he sighs “I don’t really know why I am like this” he admits “But please you don’t have to leave, we can fix this” he begs “No. I’m leaving. I need to do this” you firmly said “I love you, it’s real I do really love you"kiseok exclaims "No you don’t love me, because if you really do. You won’t have a second thought about us” you sighs looking at his eyes “I’m leaving so won’t make any excuses, you don’t need to say our love is true because not it became a lie” you reach his hand shoving the small ring on his hand before moving  away getting your bag and suite, Kiseok stood still fighting the tears, his mind was blank and he can’t think straight he stares at the ring on his hand “Sorry If I wasn’t enough, sorry if I didn’t reach your expectation and you still doubt if I was the one for you and Thank you because you made believe that what we have is real. Don’t worry I’ll be fine, you don’t have to worry about me anymore” you said before leaving, when he heard the door slam shut, his tears finally fall down from his eyes.

Daisy, Daisy




“You should try blinking.”

Crowley’s brow creased. “What?”

“You’ve been staring. Hard.”

Crowley straightened his back. “You don’t know what you’re–”

“Dude. Come on.” Dean took a drink of his beer. “When are you going to tell her?”

“Tell who what?”

“Time to stop playing dumb, Crowley,” Sam said. “We know you like Y/N.”

“I do not.”

“We also think she likes you,” Dean noted.

Crowley’s face lightened for a moment, but he tried to conceal it. He stood, buttoning his suit coat. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. And I’ll thank you to not bring it up anymore.”


Thank you.” In the blink of an eye, Crowley disappeared.

“Damn,” you said, stepping up to the table. “I’ve never seen this place so crowded. Next time we need refills, I’m not going.”

“We figured you’d have the best luck gaining the attention of the bartender,” Dean said, reaching for his new beer.

“Oh, really? How so?”

“Your top. It’s just so….” Dean waved his hand in your general direction.

“Shut up,” you said, taking your seat. “Where’d Crowley go?”

“Oh, was Crowley here? We didn’t even know.”

“I could feel his gaze on me the entire time I was at the bar.”

“He’s smitten with you,” Sam said.

“Is that what it is?”

“Can you blame him?”

You cocked your head to the side. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re a great catch,” Sam said. “You’re smart, funny, strong, interesting,”

“And that top does wonders for you,” Dean said, earning him an elbow in the ribs.


Crowley stood outside of your bedroom door.

“Stupid,” he said to himself. He turned to leave when the door opened.


Crowley froze, eyes wide like a deer in the headlights. “Oh. Hello, Y/N.”

You gave him a small smile. “What are you doing here?”

“Nothing at all. Took a wrong turn outta Hell.”

You glanced down at Crowley’s hand. “Is that a bouquet of daisies?”

“Hm?” The King of Hell looked down. “Oh. Well, yes, I suppose it is.”

“What are they for?”

“I…” Crowley straightened. “Well, I was going to torture one of my creatures down below who happens to be allergic to them, but if you like them, you could… keep them.”

You graciously took the flowers from him. “They’re lovely, Crowley. Thank you.”

“I… I happen to have my own daisy supplier,” Crowley said, feeling very silly as the words came out of his mouth. “So… if you like them… I could… bring them to you every week or something…”

“That’s very sweet of you, Crowley.”

Crowley nodded. “Well, then. I suppose I should let you get back to sleep.”

You said nothing, simply watching Crowley nervously twitch.

“Right. I’ll see you next week, then.”

“Thank you, Crowley. I…”

Crowley studied you for a moment.

“I’ll see you next week,” you said with a smile.

I Wasn’t Expecting It

GDragon watching a TV show/movie with you in it only to find out the character you play dies. Sorry if this is too weird ;-;. <3

Requested by: anon

Type: fluffy

I hope this was what you wanted. 

I feel like it’s a little bit short, so if you want me to make it longer let me know!


Originally posted by taeyangspecs

-GIF isn’t mine-

“Okay I need to go now, I’ll be back in an hour or so” you quickly say to Jiyong.

“Don’t worry, I’ll wait for you. I need to watch the new episodes” he winks at you.

You simply chuckled, kissing him on the lips before you left. You didn’t know why he was watching the drama you were in. At first, you were really happy and excited that he was watching it. But you honestly didn’t think he would keep watching it. 

You didn’t mind, you were actually happy that he was watching it when you weren’t with him. You hated seeing you acting or on TV. 

And thankfully, this afternoon you had a meeting with your company.

“I’m back” you say, taking your shoes and coat off. You didn’t hear anything but you saw him looking at you. 

“Oh hey, I didn’t see you there” you smile, walking towards him. 

He didn’t answer, he simply looked at you. 

“What’s wrong?” you frown, hugging him. “I missed you” he quietly says, his head in the crook of your neck.

“I missed you too” you whisper, leaving little kisses on his neck. 

You were cooking dinner for Jiyong and you. He didn’t talk that much since you came back from your meeting. You didn’t exactly know why, but you thought he was tired. You also noticed that he has been following you around your place. He was currently in the kitchen, looking at you. 

“Do you need anything?” you suddenly ask, frowning. “No” he quietly answers, still looking at you.

You didn’t really mind at first but now, his stare was starting to make you feel a little bit uncomfortable. 

“Why are you looking at me then” you chuckle, looking back at him.

“I’m not- I simply missed you” he answers, back-hugging you.

“Okay, Jiyong. What’s going on?” you seriously ask, turning around so you could look at him in the eyes.

“Nothing” he frowns, hugging you.

“Jiyong! You’ve been needy the second I came back from my meeting. What’s going on? Are you okay?” you ask, starting to worry.

“So you know I’ve watched the new episode of your drama” he starts to explain, still hugging you. 

“Yeah, what about it?” you nodded, trying to understand where this was going.

“And you know how much I love your character” he adds.

“Oh wait.. Jiyong.. Are you serious?” you frown, pulling away to look at him in the eyes. He immediately looked away.

“Jiyong.. Is this about my character died?” you chuckle, cupping his face with both of your hands. 

“But you didn’t tell me about it. I wasn’t expecting you to die” he pouts, looking into your eyes.

“Okay, first of all ‘I’ didn’t die. My character did! Why is it such a big deal?” you frown.

“But your character was my favorite. You didn’t tell me about your death. I wasn’t expecting it.. I’m sad now cause I won’t be able to watch you on TV” he slowly explains, leaving little kisses on your neck.

“Jiyoooong!! You know I can’t tell you this kind of stuff” you chuckle, hugging him. He immediately hugged you back.

“Why are you laughing? This isn’t funny… What am I going to watch now?” he pouts, pulling away.

“Maybe the next drama I have a role in?” you quietly say, smiling.

“You- You got the role???” he smiles, looking at you.

“I diiiid. This is was I had a meeting this afternoon” you chuckle. “But keep it to yourself okay?” you seriously say, looking at him.

“Your secret is safe with me” he giggles, hugging you. “Congratulations” he adds.

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artistsapprentice  asked:

If you're taking requests, can you please do a myth about one of the primordial Greek gods, like Nyx?

I absolutely can, although maybe not Nyx, as she’s not often the central character in the surviving myths we have, which honestly does not do justice to her role as namesake of my favourite makeup brand. Instead, I have written about the births of Kronos and Zeus, because Nyx makes a fleeting appearance and also most of the gods are primordial (primordial douchebags, am I right? I’m totally right.)

If you don’t fancy reading about nubile oiled men, the importance of good table manners, and the origins of Wolverine from X-Men, feel free to skip by pressing J on your keyboard. Extra context and literary stuff under the cut, as always!

And the Father of the Year Award Goes to Absolutely No-one

Before the world came to be, there was something. We’ll call it Chaos, because that’s what it was called, but it wasn’t like, chaos chaos, like when you’re running late for work and the toaster starts ballsing up and then suddenly the cat’s puking into your shoes and your mother’s phoning to tell you that your father is actually your uncle. It was more of a chasm, like a kind of tangible nothingness, made up of the elements of everything which would later become actual stuff, like the sea and the sky and sprouts, which actually sounds kind of rad, except there was no-one there to appreciate just how poetic it all was.

Except one day, something just kind of happens, and suddenly there’s someone there, and her name is Gaea, and she is the Earth. Like, literally. She is what we would now recognise as a planet. Which is fine. Real women have curves, etc.

Now, at this point, Gaea is just kind of hanging around by herself, when along comes Tartarus, who is the primordial divine personification of a realm of eternal torture and pain and is probably really shit at parties, and Gaea decides that Tartarus isn’t really the ideal best friend. She really can’t imagine having slumber parties with Tartarus and braiding each other’s hair over all the haunting wails of the dead. She’s kind of happy to have company, but being stuck with Tartarus is sort of like when you turn up late to a party and have to hang around by yourself for a while until some white guy with dreads shows up and starts talking about capitalism; it’s slightly better than loneliness, but not much, and also it makes you want to drink more.

So, one day she’s like “it’s kind of lonely here in the middle of nowhere with only a torturous realm for company, this is like living in Wales and frankly I won’t stand for it,” and then bam, she’s not alone anymore, because the void has spat out a new companion and this exceptionally hot dude is standing there, and he’s butt-naked and all toned and curved and probably oiled, because this myth is from Ancient Greece, and Gaea is like “holy buttocks, who in Chaos are you?” and the beautiful man just sighs wearily and says “I’m Eros, and I’m literally here for the sole purpose of making people want to do unspeakable things to one another.” Gaea pseudo-frowns and she’s like “what kind of unspeakable things, because if you mean relentless murder and ceaseless slaughter, then honestly, I think that’s just in my blood, I’m an Ancient Greek deity,” and Eros is like “have you ever wanted to just lie someone down and cover them in chocolate sauce?” and Gaea metaphorically wrinkles her proverbial nose and she’s like “no, that sounds unsanitary and also I’m a planet,” and then Eros clicks his fingers and says “how about now?” and Gaea does this weird little shiver thing, probably dislodging mountains and causing tectonic plates to collide like bodies on a dancefloor, and she’s like “do that again,” and Eros takes a few steps back and he’s all “no offence, but I’m the only other guy here, and I’m really more of a peanut butter guy myself.”

Then Gaea is like “as fantastic as those few moments of delight were, what’s the actual point? Like, why is it so important that people get the urge to do unspeakable things to each other up against barnyard doors? I mean, we were both just sort of born out of the ether with no need for body parts rubbing and touching in any pleasing way whatsoever, so why can’t things just carry on like that? What’s the need for the horizontal tango?” and Eros just shrugs and waves his sculpted arms a bit and says “plot holes, no pun intended.”

After a while, other things start to appear, like night (Nyx) and day (Hemera) and the realm of eternal, unflinching darkness, known as Erebos, and eventually Gaea just gets tired of having all these things floating around her like One Direction fans outside an arena, and so she does the only thing she can do, seeing as privacy screens haven’t been invented yet, and she gives birth to the sky and uses it as a makeshift veil. The sky’s name is Uranus, and, as it turns out, he’s virile as hell, because pretty soon he’s impregnated Gaea, and she gives birth to Oceanus, who is the divine personification of the sea, which means he’s totally wet and basically hates conflict, and then she gives birth to Kronos. Like his brother Oceanus, he’s a Titan, which means that he is part of the race of elder gods, along with their older siblings, including Thea, Rhea, Hyperion and Iapetos, among others, because condoms haven’t been invented yet, and let’s be honest, Uranus is totally the kind of guy who’d pretend that he couldn’t use them for reasons of girth.

Then, because this family isn’t fucked up enough already, Gaea gives birth to three giant monsters, the Hecatoncheires, who all have a hundred hands and fifty heads and can also control storms, which makes me wonder why they cast Halle Berry in X-Men and not just a hideous CGI conglomerate, and then she (Gaea, not Halle Berry) gives birth to three more monsters, each with one eye, called the Cyclopes. When Uranus sees his six new beautiful children, he’s all “wow, those came out of you? They must take after your side of the family,” and Gaea says “technically, you ARE my side of the family, sonsband,” and Uranus is like “shit, yeah, this is probably why incest is frowned upon, isn’t it? Anyway, I think you should just put them all back, to be honest,” and Gaea is like “what do you mean ‘put them all back’?” and Uranus is like “well, you know, back up the ol’ pipe,” and Gaea is like “say ‘pipe’ one more time and I’ll shove something up yours,” nobly resisting the urge to make a pun on his name, but Uranus is like “sorry, can’t hear you, I’m too busy shoving these gigantic monster children back into your womb,” and he’s not even lying.

Obviously, this causes Gaea some Problems, and so she decides that maybe it’s time to get rid of Uranus. When he’s asleep, probably dreaming about changing his name by deed poll, she gathers together all of her children – the ones who aren’t currently rolling around in her uterus, anyway – and she’s all “look, I’m going to level with you here. Your father is a dick. I could do so much better. I deserve Ryan Gosling, not some dude who thinks it’s OK to use my birth canal as a storage locker. I need your help, kids,” and then she takes out this absolutely massive sickle, and she says “this sickle is made of adamant, which is a radical new element that I made for this specific purpose. It’s stronger than Dwayne ‘The Rock’ Johnson after a meal of spinach, and without meaning to blow my own trumpet, it really is the goddamn poodle’s privates. Like, if I were to create my own super powered mutant soldier, I’d probably coat his bones with this shit and maybe make him some awesome claws of the same stuff, because this? This stuff is nearly unbreakable. It’s totally fit for purpose,” and then her kids are like “by ‘purpose’, do you mean that you want us to use that sickle on our father?” and Gaea nods sagely and she’s like “I want you to use it all over him,” and her kids confer with one another, drawing some diagrams and making detailed notes, and then they turn back to her and say in unison “nope.”

Except they don’t say it completely in unison, because Kronos, the youngest of her Titan children, pipes up like “I know what needs to be done, grandma-mother,” and Gaea says “do you?” and Kronos nods and says “I do. I know exactly what you want me to do, 100%. I understand your plan completely. I volunteer,” and Gaea places her hand firmly on Kronos’ shoulder and grins and she’s like “grandson-son, let us put our shared plan into action,” and Kronos takes the sickle and he’s like “you can count on me, grandma-mother, I won’t let you down,” and Gaea probably just groans a bit because she’s still full of monster children.

Later that night, Uranus comes over to Gaea for a night of nocturnal naughtiness, and he’s about to cock his leg in a jaunty and arousing manner and be like “let us kiss with tongues, mother-wife,” when he hears this battle cry from behind him, and before he can turn around to see what the fuck is going on, Kronos has leapt on him with this massive sickle, and then Kronos raises the sickle above his big Titan head and brings it down in a swooping arc, right on Uranus’ dick. Like, that’s it. He just cuts it clean off, severing it right at the base, then throws it over his shoulder like salt in the Devil’s face, and Uranus just starts sobbing and says “for a Titan, that really wasn’t tight at all. I knew that having kids would be difficult, but this just absolutely takes the proverbial biscuit,” and he leaves, because there’s not a lot else he can do, really.

When he’s gone, Gaea turns to Kronos and she’s just like “you cut his dick off?” and Kronos nods proudly and says “our plan has come to fruition, mother,” and Gaea rolls her eyes and she’s like “I was thinking more along the lines of ruthless patricide, but I guess your idea also worked,” and Kronos wrinkles his nose and he’s all “what kind of monster would kill their own father? Balls or no balls, I still need the old guy to teach me how to throw a ball, y’know,” and Gaea just rolls her eyes and she’s about to make some remark about how a good father probably wouldn’t shove his kids back inside their mother, when Uranus’ testicles, which have landed in the sea, start to foam, and from the dick foam this beautiful woman emerges, and she’s like “I need two things. Firstly, I need a bath, because honestly, natural childbirth has absolutely nothing on what just happened to me, and secondly, I need a dry martini and a nubile young man,” and Gaea is all “literally who the fuck are you?” and the woman is like “I’m Aphrodite, and I really want to just reiterate that I’m covered in dick foam, so can we keep this conversation as brief as possible, like three seconds max” and Kronos is like “go to Cyprus, there are baths there beyond your wildest dreams,” and Aphrodite goes to Cyprus and presumably bathes in bleach for about three years.

Meanwhile, Uranus, hiding away in shame and anger, mutters under his breath something very sinister, something along the lines of “I hereby prophesy that the end of the Titans shall fall very soon, as they are overthrown by their own treacherous children and punished for their sins, signed Uranus xoxo.”

A whole bunch of time passes, and honestly, what happens next is incredibly complicated and involves more birth scenes than a director’s cut of Alien, but in a nutshell, a whole bunch of gods book a hotel room with each other, producing generations of gods, nymphs and other creatures. Kronos himself marries Rhea, his sister, and the two of them have a whole bunch of children, including Hestia, Demeter, Hera, Poseidon and Hades. Now, you’d think that Kronos, having seen the effect that bad parenting can have on a marriage and indeed a penis, might be a better father to his own kids than Uranus had been to him. You would be wrong. In fact, Kronos takes fatherhood to new lows. Having heard Uranus’ prophecy that he is fated to be overthrown by his own son, Kronos takes a leaf out of his father’s book and decides that the best place for his children is inside their parent. However, unlike Uranus, Kronos doesn’t put them back inside their mother; presumably remembering how THAT had turned out, he puts them inside himself instead, and swallows them whole, barely even tasting them. Honestly, I’m not sure why he didn’t chew them first, but whatever. He doesn’t.

After her brother-husband has eaten five of her children, Rhea begins to get a bit fed up (and honestly, why it took five attempts for her to get sick of this shit, I also have no idea; clearly, neither of them are Parent of the Year). So, when she becomes pregnant for the sixth time, she finds her mother-mother-in-law, Gaea, and she’s like “look, I know that Kronos was always your favourite son because of the time he helped you chop off dad’s dick, but now Kronos is BEING a dick, and I need your help,” and Gaea is like “Kronos stopped being my favourite child the moment he copied his dad and internalised his children. If only he could have taken after his mother more, and been awesome and totally opposed to infanticide. Well, I’ll tell you what; that son you’re carrying is going to save you from a life of matrimonial fatigue, but you have to do a couple of things first,” and Rhea says “just tell me what to do,” and Gaea is like “you have to run away, give birth in a magic cave, and pretend that your son is a rock,” and Rhea just sighs and she’s like “honestly, my kids are probably better inside Kronos’ digestive tract and away from this family unit,” but she does what Gaea asks.

So, when Rhea has given birth to her son – whom she names Zeus, which is a name you may be familiar with – she finds a huge rock and swaddles it, dressing it in a fetching babygro with the motif ‘DADDY’S LITTLE FLESH CHILD, MUMMY’S LITTLE NOT-A-GEODE’ and hands it to Kronos. Kronos takes one look at the rock and says “this baby has my eyes, darling,” and then promptly swallows it whole, completely falling for the trick, believing that he’s swallowed his fifth child. Rhea, presumably wondering if Kronos and the rock have more in common than she first thought, goes off to raise her baby in secret.

After a while, yet more time passes and Zeus grows up into an absolutely strapping young god, all bearded and muscled and, most importantly, not swilling around inside Kronos’ bowels, and Gaea is like “OK, grandson. The prophecy says that you will overthrow your father, so the first thing to do is to make him throw up,” and Zeus is like “why would I do that? When dad overthrew HIS dad, he got to use a phenomenal sickle, and I just get to use a bit of bad ham?” and Gaea says “firstly, you’re right, that sickle was fucking sick, and secondly, your father never chewed his food, and you have a few siblings who are probably very grateful for that, although honestly they’d be a tad less grateful if they’d ever had to sit opposite him at dinner, rather than inside him,” and so Zeus goes off to find Kronos.

When he finds him, he slips him an emetic herb, and Kronos immediately throws up his children, all covered in stomach slime but still alive and fully grown. Zeus is like “hey siblings, I’m Zeus, and honestly, I will never fully comprehend what you have been through, but I hope we can bond over this experience anyway,” and Hades is like “I think there’s a bit of partially digested carrot in my hair,” and Hera says “no, that’s just stomach lining, but you do have something unspeakable on your shoulder,” and Demeter says “thanks for saving us, Zeus, but dad looks super pissed that you just made him throw up his children,” and Kronos mutters “and that great bit of roast ham that I had for lunch.”

Zeus just shrugs and he’s like “well, there’s this prophecy which says that dad’s going to look defeat right in the face very soon and I’m going to be the one who puts it there, so honestly, I’m going to just let him have this one. I’d probably be angry too, if someone gave me a prophecy which told me that my child would overthrow me and I subsequently internalised that child for my own protection and suzerainty, only to have the child break free from my body somehow. Boy, that would really blow.“

Glaring at his family, just about managing to speak through his anger, Kronos snarls “you know what this means, son?” and Zeus sets his jaw into a rigid line, pushes his shoulders back so that his biceps look particularly rugged in his favourite white tank top, and then he digs into the pocket of his skinny black jeans and pops a tooth-pick into his mouth, chewing it with a pensive look on his face, and after a few tense seconds have passed, during which Kronos is just clenching his fists and trembling with unspent fury, Zeus says “yes, dad. This means war.”

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But it was too late. The machine exploded and Flug was too close. All three of them watched as he soared through the air like a bullet, crashing into the back wall with a sickening slam and a horrifying crack noise. He had struck the wall so hard, he left a crater, lines spiderwebbing away from it. Slowly, he fell from to the ground with a loud thud, smoking, charred black, and completely still. They all ran over, Hierro licking at Flug’s face like 5.0.5. nudged him, both animals whining. Dementia rolled him onto his back, panicking as she pressed her ear to his chest. Black Hat couldn’t even look at his limp body, opting to stare at the ground near his desk.

“B-Boss…,” Dementia choked out, gripping Black Hat’s pant leg. After a moment, his gaze turned to her.

Dementia was crying and hard and it certainly wasn’t the cute one tear Disney type crying. No, she was sobbing, tears streaming down her cheeks as she tried to speak, but simply couldn’t. Black Hat finally kneeled down and sat as still as he could when Dementia clung to him, crying into his chest and begging him to bring him back.

“I can’t do that, Dementia.”

“Yes you can! I know you can! You have to! Please, Black Hat! He’s-He’s-”

Dementia was cut off by a shaky hand gripping her shoulder from behind. Both villains whipped around to find the hand belonged to Flug, who was currently trying to sit up with the help of 5.0.5., one side of his goggles cracked to reveal his one good eye. Hierro was yipping and running in circles, clearly happy his owner was alive.


Dementia let go of Black hat and attached herself to Flug in an instant. He wheezed at the force of the hug, but wrapped his arms around her anyway. They stayed like that for a bit, before Black Hat awkwardly cleared his throat.

“Come on, you two. Back to work. We can’t-” just as Black Hat turned to walk out, a hand grabbed the end of his cloak and yanked, causing him to stumble back. Once he was back on his feet, he growled, but didn’t turn around.

“Which one of you did that?”


Black Hat’s eyes widened and he looked over his shoulder in surprise at the sight of Flug holding his cloak with an angry expression if the fiery glare he was giving was any indication. Black Hat got over his stupor in a second, snatching his cloak out of Flug’s hand in one swift movement. He leaned down to be at Flug’s height on the floor, his eye glowing red with anger.

“I’ll give you one chance to apologize.”

“You better gimme two, cause the first apology is just gonna be kiss my ass!”

Black hat reeled back in shock, glaring daggers at Dementia and 5.0.5., both having stifled a slight titter at Flug’s comment. 

“Who in the fresh hell do you think you are,” Black Hat roared, his hand hovering dangerously close to Flug’s neck, who actually didn’t seem too frightened.

“I’m the poor widdle scientist that Bwack Hat picked up off da stweet cause he such a good guy. How would that sound in our commercials,” Flug said, clasping his hands together and batting his eyelashes mockingly.

Before Black Hat could retort again, Flug stood up and shoved him out of the way as he walked passed him and toward his closet, mumbling about how he “needed some new threads.” There, he tossed the ruined lab coat and grabbed a leather jacket, black of course, and ditched his work gloves for a pair of fingerless ones of the same color and spikes on the knuckles. All present gasped as he tossed his bag to the ground, simply taking his goggles off of it and putting them on, seemingly ignoring the broken lens as he wrapped a red scarf around his neck.

“Alright, but lemme tell you who I really am.”

He turned around, a pair of aviator shades over the goggles and a smirk on his face.

“Name’s Flug, but you would already known that, wouldn’t’cha? Ya know, Flug’s always been a boring name to me. Why don’t we call me, uh, Aviater instead? with an e, not an o,” he said, pulling his hair out from under the goggles’ band.

Dementia leaned up to Black Hat, both staring at their scientist with wide eyes and concern.

“I think he hit his head a little too hard.”

Okay! This is Aviater Flug! Yes, it is spelled with an e instead of an o in this context because it’s a cross between an aviator and a greaser. Unlike Flug, he has a lot of confidence in himself and isn’t afraid to stand up to Black Hat at any point.

Aviater is like if Black Hat and Dementia’s personalities fused were put into a leather jacket, with a little 5.0.5. in there as well. He’s fun-loving, reckless, and ready to paint the town red either as a prank or with the blood of his enemies, but at the same time he’s very sarcastic, cold, and won’t hesitate to punch you dead in the mouth if you say something he doesn’t like. But under this, he is very caring and only wants what’s best for the ones he holds dear.

The reason for this is because when Flug hit the wall, he somehow forgot his own personality. With only the memories of Dementia’s, Black hat’s, and 5.0.5′s to go off of, he’s forgotten all the cowardice that Flug. 

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The Reader Project #2 (Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader)

Au: The Rosie Project by Graeme Simsion (kinda)

Summary: Lin, a 37-year-old single successful actor and playwright who has had no real success in romantic relationships, creates a checklist to be filled out by any and all interested bachelorettes in effort to find the perfect girl for him to silence his mother’s nagging for Lin to find love and to provide her with grandchildren. Reader works in a bar in Midtown Manhattan while getting her Master of Music from Juilliard.  

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Word Count: 2528

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Coaxing Phillipa Soo into giving any valuable advice regarding relationships was like trying to lick your elbow, almost impossible.  It wasn’t that she wasn’t willing to give advice, she was more than willing to butt herself into anyone and everyone’s personal life, but, she refused to share any of her wisdom before Lin told her, in great detail, his situation and answered any and all questions she had (which was always a lot).  

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Okay, so I don’t know much about schizophrenia, I just know the basics. And I really hope I’m not offending anyone with Schizophrenia, I’m not trying to be offensive in any way shape or form. I tried my best with this, and this was also an idea given to me by @my-name-is-poet-i-am-a-phillip so thanks! also I’m sorry this took so long too.

Word Count: 1112

“You’re such a freak. Do you really think that all your friends care about you? I mean come on. All day everyday, voices shout inside your head. That’s not normal.”

I clutch at my hair, rocking back and forth on my bed with my knees pulled to my chest. Ever since I got the squip, especially since I deactivated it, the voices have gotten worse. I know which voice is mine, and I think I know which voice belongs to the squip? Maybe I imagined the squip. No, he was definitely real. Rich had one, and he’s not a screw up like me, right?

I just wish I could go back to when the voices didn’t laugh at me. They were nice to me, usually.

Now the voices replace the bullies. They agree with the squip, telling me I’m a loser and unnatural. They tell me that when my new friends find out about them, they’ll leave me.

“No one wants to hang out with a freak.”

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Time for a new “what’s in my white coat” picture, s/p 2 weeks on vascular surgery:

  • stethoscope
  • tape
  • alcohol wipes
  • 4x4 gauze
  • kerlix
  • 2 different sizes of ace bandages
  • iPad, for vague attempts at studying
  • spare sutures for practicing tying (with evidence of said practice)
  • suture removal kit
  • staple removers
  • a whole bunch of loose papers I need to go through
  • extra phone battery pack, since being in the hospital drains my battery unbelievably fast and my team is always sending important messages via text
  • Maxwell’s
  • pens
  • granola bars x2
  • clipboard with even more papers I need to go through