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Could you do a PeterxReader chat where all the avengers try to find peter a girlfriend but then they find out you’re dating him? Could you please make it as funny as possible? Thanks!   

Tony has created a chatroom.

Tony has added Peter, Vision, Y/N.

Tony: Hey kiddos. What do you want for supper?

Clint has joined.


Bucky has joined.


Pietro has joined.


Tony: Pietro, you are old enough to make your own dinner!

Pietro: so are the old men!!!!

Tony: They are Manchildren.

Bucky: I’m telling Steve!

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“We’ll steal your disbelieving heart!”

Part 3 of edit sets for witchsona AU

**Please DO NOT edit, use, or repost any of these! Thank you!

[UPDATED and COMPLETE character profiles (codenames, outfit, awakening scene, dialogues) under the cut!]

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Let’s not live in suspicion of others. Focus on your beliefs and I shall do the same. Let’s practice tolerance against each other. This world might be a bad place, we don’t have to become one of those bad ones and bash each other due to different beliefs. Do yourself right and stay out of others lane.
—  kissmylime
Tokyo Ghoul sentence starters
  • “If an angelic being fell from the sky and tried to live in this world of ours, I think even they would commit many wrongs.”
  • “I already know what will happen to me the next time I wake up.”
  • “The bird fights it’s way out of the egg. The egg is the world. Who would be born, must first destroy a world.”
  • “I know I haven’t always made the right decisions up to now… Whether I was right, or whether I was wrong, may not even matter in the first place.”
  • “Running up against my sins like this– all of the choices I’ve made up to this point– today, being able to die for someone– is something I’m glad for…”
  • “There’s no way someone who can’t even protect himself can protect anyone else, is there?”
  • “Whose fault is it that things ended up like this? Coincidence? An accident? Fate? There’s no such thing as fate. It’s simply a combination of one circumstance and the next. And who is it that creates those circumstances? Who is it? It’s you.”
  • “All suffering in the world is born from an individual’s incompetence.”
  • “We’re always trying to justify our actions with ideals. But ideals cannot give grounds for killing another person. The act of taking a life will always be considered… evil.”
  • “You think something like that would hurt, after all I’ve been through?”
  • “Why is it that the beautiful things are entwined more deeply with death than with life?”
  • “Isn’t it arrogant to put a price on whether a life is “higher” or “lower”?”
  • “We’re just bags of meat. The weak bow down and the strong devour them.”
  • “You don’t need to blame yourself just because you’ve hurt someone, just like when you’re walking you can’t really blame yourself to crush some ants… that’s what being stronger ones means.”
  • “I’m not going to protect you by being your shield or armor, but I’ll be the dagger hidden below your pillow.”
  • “The act of taking is equally evil. We, from the moment of birth, continue to take.”
  • “Living is to constantly sin.”
  • “Life is evil in itself.”
  • “I am aware I’m evil… And so are you all.”
  • “Now come, kill me. And I shall do the same!”
  • “You only need a strong will and a clear purpose.”
  • “The world runs on power. Everything is determined by the superior power.”
  • “You are weak. That is why you lose.”
  • “We need to have a mask that we never take off.”
  • “It’s better to be hurt than to hurt others. Nice people can be happy with just that.”
  • “I’m begging you, don’t make me a killer!”
  • “Doing what one likes is the right of the powerful.”
  • “If you were to write a story with me in the lead role, it would certainly be… A tragedy.”
  • “There are times when you have to give up on one thing to preserve the other.”
  • “That isn’t kindness. That’s just being weak.”
  • “Sometimes good people make bad choices. It doesn’t mean they’re bad people. It means they’re human.”
  • “When you’re in front of the enemy, even if your hands are trembling - fight.”
  • “What’s wrong isn’t me, what’s wrong is the world!”
  • “If you like, you can stay over here tonight.”
  • “If you’re lucky, you may see some cannibalism and that’s always fun.”
  • “I  can neither live with you. Nor without you.”
  • “All of the disadvantage in this world stems from a person’s lack of ability.”
  • “It’s not because we can’t take vengeance that we should feel sorry. The real reason to feel sorry… is when one is hung up on revenge and can’t live their own life.”
  • “What is one thousand minus seven?”
  • “Send all those from your presence except for those distinguished men whom you wish to die beside.”
  • “Très bien!”
  • “Sweet harmonies!”
  • “I’m not gonna die. I’ve got a cat that’s waiting for me at home.”
  • “You pretend to care about other people, but in the end, it’s all about you. You are just afraid of being alone, aren’t you?”
  • “You are a bird in a birdcage. There is no escape.”
  • “Go wild.”
  • “So I’ll be strong for and without them.”
  • “I don’t want to eat anymore.”
  • “Devour this.”
  • “Shut up and listen. I’m talking.”
  • “I’m happy living like this.”
  • “I already knew, man! Who cares about that? Let’s just go home already!”
  • “…Sorry. Can you fight all you’ve got just one more time?”

datfandomperson  asked:

Hey Camila! I've seen some people making OCs with the Fear trait. Do you actually allow that? Sorry if this has already been asked, I missed it and I'm really curious qwq

I don’t “own” the concept of fear, people can do whatever they want. 

I’m not gonna be a jerk about it, just like Toby allowed us to use his characters for our fan made stories, I shall do the same. Y’all do as your please <3

Rhaenys had slept in her bed for months, now. Her little girl had simply climbed in one night, curled up beside her, and snored softly in her sleep. Elia did not begrudge her this; it was not as if Rhaegar would take his place beside her. He had not done so ever since she became with child.

It had hardly been a week since she had given birth to Aegon, in the midst of more agony than Elia had ever known before. Her body was barely strong enough to carry a child, and when it came to birthing the creature, it had felt as if her whole body was going to tear apart. Where women knew sweetness and bliss after such an ordeal, Elia met with fever, anguish, and strife. Some days, she could hardly move from her bed. Others, she managed to sit up. Any more than that, she had not yet accomplished.

It was her sweet girl was who stayed by her side for all those days. Rhaenys would climb into bed and take gentle hold of her hand, asking her all manner of worried questions. “How are you feeling, mama? Is the baby okay, mama? Do you need to sleep, mama?” Elia had tried her best to keep her from worrying. “I’ll be fine, darling. We’re all okay.” She always faced her daughter with a tired smile that Rhaenys returned with much more heart.

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This edition of ‘Modern Liam Jones’ is entirely the fault of @queen-mabs-revenge and her Liam spiral she sucked me into over the weekend.  Ok, but does anyone else have a MIGHTY need for a Jones boys/Kingsman au right now?  Liam would totally rock the dapper refined gentleman spy and Killian could be the volatile little brother whom Liam mentors and nominates for the open position; not so secretly hoping he can bloody pull himself together and make it through the elimination rounds. 

‘Manners maketh man’ is just another version of ‘good form,’ after all.

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A big angel with his beautiful smol angel. 

I swear I’m doing the devil’s work here since there still isn’t enough deckerstar fanart for my liking. I shall make more until more artists do the same. 

tskazane  asked:

omg i just read your heart disease prompt and i am devastated so I wanna request another angsty prompt where MC has terminal illness and on her last day, Jumin sneaked her out to the chapel and they exchange rings and wedding vows. ((MC passes away when they kiss)) i hope you have a good day cause im gonna go cry in the corner now. thnak you i love you

I’m actually going to cry I was so close to finishing this and I was working on it for hours and it crASHED my crops are dying my family is starving

I’ll still do the request, however, It might not be as good as the original and I’m soo sorry!!!! I love you too though hun!! Have a fantastic day and enjoy <3


You were sick.

Doctors hadn’t a clue of what it was, theories and ideas springing up with each new specialist entering your life.

But nothing that truly answered your question.

Perhaps because they couldn’t bare to tell you so.

And perhaps, Jumin knew that.

Each time they’d spring up another possibility the worry would sink deeper into his gaze, his arm coiling about you as though as long as that hand remained so did you.

Yet nonetheless, you two were just as inseparable as you always had been, whenever one went, the other followed. 

You had once spoken of a wedding, reciting vows to one another late in the night, snickering and laughing embarrassedly as you changed and edited the words.

Jumin however, became more so frustrated than anything.

“It’s not enough,” He muttered, erasing away at the scribbles on the paper, huffing as he ran his fingers through his hair. 

“What’s not enough?” You asked, leaning over him, a gentle palm resting on his back. “What’re you talking about?”

“This,” He pointed to the paper. “It’s not enough! it doesn’t say enough!”

“What does it not say enough of?”

“It doesn’t say how much I love you not truly,” He huffed. “I know it can’t be put into words b-but I would hope it could at least capture a fraction of it!” 

That had amazed you.

Even as you began to wither away, confined to a bed with brittle bones, and a heavy chest he seemed to only adore you more and more with each passing day.

He would simply be getting ready in the morning, setting up his tie when he’d look at you.

And as though seeing a flower bloom for the first time, he’d smile.

“Darling, is it just me or are you getting more beautiful every day?” He sighed approaching you as you sat up, pressing a kiss to his nose.

“I think it’s just you.”

“I don’t agree.” He cooed. “Not in the slightest.”

He moved his workspace to the bedroom to be with you, sharing amusing tales of his first days with you, unable to hide his delight as you’d erupt into laughter, only having to stop when your throat grew hoarse.

And during the nights when your fears would take over, he’d hold you close to him, fingers weaving through your hair calmly as he spoke to you.

“It’ll be okay dear,” He hummed, looking to you with that same familiar, kind glint others didn’t see. “It’ll be okay I promise. This will pass.” 

It didn’t.

Your once merely heavy breaths were weighed down by cinder blocks now, your voice hardly ever breaking above a whisper, risking a fire igniting in your throat.

Your limbs were flimsy and thin like sticks by this point, more fragile than a leaf, the slightest pressure threatened to leave you in shambles.

But somehow, Jumin found a way to light up your world.

He had a habit of doing that. 

He came home from work, as usual, twisting around to the bed, eyes wide with anticipation as he spoke, ribboning his hand with yours.

“Love, can you stand?” 

“Can I…what…?” You rasped, looking up confusedly. 

“Please, can you stand?”

“Maybe…” You sat up, feeling your muscles heave at the sudden movement.

Jumin instantly came to your aide, grabbing onto your arm, helping you as you rose, tightening his hold as you staggered forward, landing on him.

“It’s okay dear, I’ve got you,” He assured you, a peculiar excitement budding in him. “Come on, let’s go.” 

He led you down the steps, carrying you to Driver Kim’s car, setting you down beside him. 

Driver Kim gave you a polite dip of his head, greeting you fondly as an old friend would.

“Where…where are we going?” You questioned, peering forward, crinkling your nose. 

“It’s a surprise.” 

“A surprise…? Why?”

“I think it’s a bit more special this way.” 

You had continued to ask him questions here and there, Jumin clearly humored by your attempts yet not speaking a word.

Yet the answer had soon been revealed as you arrived.

A chapel.

Your eyes had widened like saucers at the sight of it, your jaw dropping. 

“J-Jumin I…” You let out a deep breath, in disbelief. “I didn’t even get to finish my vows.” 

“I know I spoke of having a grand and enormous wedding for you to show how precious you are to me but I…” He took your hands in his own, squeezing them tenderly. “I can’t help but think that as much as I’d like to think, we may not have all the time in the world, and all I want to do is to love you, to be with you.”

He laughed sheepishly, a hint of shininess in his eyes.

“I want to marry you.” 

He let out a deep breath, pure happiness in his voice.

“So MC, will you marry me?”

He had proposed before.

It had been late in the night, lights decorating the world around you as he knelt down, sincerity laced in his words, even through his flustered features.

Now the lights were dim and few, but the emotion was still just as prominent on him.

And just as then, your heart soared.

“Yes! Yes, of course, I will!” 

He chuckled, still in awe, kissing your knuckles before ushering you out, keeping you close as you stepped inside.

At the very end of the walkway, a priest stood, giving a small wave to Jumin.

“Hello Mr. Han, I assume this is your fiance?” 

“It is, MC, meet Mr. Cho, he’s going to marry us.” He explained. “I spoke with him last night.” 

“It’s an honor to meet you,” He greeted. “From what I’ve heard from Jumin, I think it’s clear to see how well of a match you both are.” 

“Thank you.” 

You followed along just before Mr. Cho, Jumin commenting on little things here and there to make you giggle.

It worked.

Simply just hearing him speak left you happy somehow.

He had a habit of doing that.

Even as Mr. Cho began, you never once pried your sight away from Jumin, the two of you seeming brighter than the very sun.

Yet your body began to crumble.

“A marriage is not measured by it’s size or its cost, but by the two who are wed. If their words are said in earnest and if their love for one another is true are what truly matters. Knowing that the care behind the promises will not fade with time, and that the hopes and dreams of one become the hopes and dreams of the other. Marriage is when two hearts become one, and when two souls become one as well, each supporting the other through this life and the next.” 

He glanced to Jumin, grinning.

“And I think it’s clear that your hearts became one, long ago.” 

Jumin stifled a laugh, his eyes glimmering with a shine that wasn’t sad but overwhelmed with delight unlike any other. 

You hadn’t even realized you were crying.

But you were.

“Jumin, do you take MC to be your wife, your partner in life and your one true love? Will you cherish her friendship and love her today, tomorrow and forever? Will you trust and honor her, laugh with her and cry with her? Will you be faithful through good times and bad, in sickness and in health as long as you both shall live?” 

He didn’t even hesitate, nodding. 

“I do.” 

Mr. Cho repeated the same to you, hints of his words blurring out in your head yet, all the same, connected, a warmth erupting in your chest. 

The rings were revealed, simple engravings with words lined on the inside.

‘My heart travels with yours’

“With these rings, you intertwine your lives as a symbol of the connection between your souls, when you look at these rings I hope you are not only reminded of this day but of each day that was brightened beside each other,” Mr. Cho, softened. “You may recite your vows.” 

Jumin placed the ring on your shaking finger, steadying in his palm, only focused on him as he spoke. 

“I vow to show you each and every day how you have changed my life in a way I could have never imagined. I know it can never truly add up to what you have done for me but I will spend each moment here on this earth to support you and to have you know that you are the absolute most precious thing in my life,” He chuckled. “As much as Elizabeth 3rd might be jealous. Nothing can compare to you.” 

And he began to cry.

It was silent, but the tears slipped from his eyes.

A bit of him must have known, your legs hardly able to keep yourself up, the world around you beginning to meld into one, the thumping and pumping of blood throughout your veins banging in your mind.

Yet as you placed on his ring, the words spilled out without effort. 

“I vow to do whatever I can each and every day to make those rough days a little better, to make you smile, and laugh, to let you rest and feel human, even if only for a while. I vow to shower you with adoration, even if it is only a fraction in comparison to what you’ve given me. I vow, to make you happy.” 

“Then, it is with great honor, that I pronounce you husband in wife,” He sighed, lightly. “You may now kiss the bride.”

Whatever little strength you had, evaporated as you stepped forward, Jumin’s arms wrapping around you, a hand cupping your cheek, wiping away a few of the tears.

And as if he knew, he whispered those familiar words to you one last time.

“I love you so much.” 

And as he sealed the space between you, you were barely able to respond before your last bits of life were snatched away.

A bit of you was glad you didn’t witness the aftermath, the realization quickly setting in, as he would let out a sob, rocking you in his arms, begging to you beneath his breath for you to come back.

You would’ve if you were able.

You would’ve never left in the first place.

Despite this, all of you was glad you left as you did.

With the common words, you said to one another every day.

“I love you too.” 

anonymous asked:

When was your last encounter with a wild animal, and what's the story behind it?

Ah. It involved one of the shah’s wolves. She was generally kept in the menagerie, but on this particular occasion she elected to abscond from her enclosure to attend a banquet held in honor of a visiting dignitary, who, by the by, intended to poison the shah before the banquet concluded.

The wolf in question was a hair’s breadth away from feral. She was used in executions that were a favorite public spectacle. The condemned would enter a pit and the wolf, starved for food, would promptly tear him to shreds. The whole affair was devised by the shah’s charming mother.

On the night of the banquet, a great clamoring was heard outside the feast hall, and then the wolf bounded through the doors, her jaw already sodden and caked with blood. There was a great commotion, as there naturally is when wild carnivores disrupt dinner without an invitation. Guests scrambled atop the table or hid beneath it; the guards readied their weapons; the sultana grabbed one of her terrified handmaidens, intending to use her as a shield; and the shah let out a shriek that resembled something a cat in heat might emit.

I was not sitting among the guests; the shah preferred that I remain in the shadowed corner of the hall until I was summoned to begin the night’s entertainment. More ominous, he always said.

I hated the little man, but I did not object to this arrangement;I quite preferred it. I am, after all, a natural sentinel, and hardly fit company for dinner conversation.

And I would have rather been impaled with a rusted, blunt spoon than spend another meal seated next to the sultana and her wandering hands.

From his place near the end of the table, Nadir spun in his chair, face blanched, eyes wide, nostrils flaring. He looked at me, mouthed something indecipherable, and gestured to the wolf.

“Yes,” I called, “I noticed it, as well.”

His expression pinched into one of exasperated irritation. The others in the hall snapped around to search for the source of the voice, which until then had remained entirely silent. Their search was abruptly halted, however, when the wolf let out a growl and began to stalk forward, eyes fixed on one of the shah’s plump, mustachioed cousins. The man froze, sweat beading on his brow and soaking through his collar.

I, for one, would not have mourned his passing. He’d attempted to have me beheaded and intended to display the trophy as a macabre souvenir in his home.

An unfortunate decision, that. He was now devoid of two fingers.

From his seat in the center of the room, the shah swallowed, head swiveling as he searched the hall. The wolf’s growls had deepened into a primordial bass hum, her pupils sharpened to pinpoints, ears flattened against her skull and haunches bristling. One of the guards whispered a prayer and inched forward, sword at the ready, but the beast snapped her great head in his direction, teeth bared, and he hastily retreated with a cry. No one had moved. The shah’s cousin let out a low moan. The guards shook. And still, the wolf’s growl droned raw and feral, torn out of some deep, burning recess in the earth.

I knew then precisely what was coming.

“Erik!” the shah called in a hoarse falsetto. He swallowed and then repeated, louder this time, “Erik!”

Damn it all to hell.

“Yes?” I called from my spot in the shadows of a pillar. The wolf’s gaze, previously locked on the shah, now turned slowly in my direction.

Damn it, truly, all to hell.

“Kill–” the shah pointed jerkily toward the beast, breath shuddering. “Kill i–kill it!

“Now really, she’s only just arrived,” I said. “She hasn’t yet sampled dessert.”

Nadir’s lips thinned so severely that they looked in danger of disappearing. His eyes were desperate, furious. He fixed me with what I supposed was meant to be a scathing glare.

Shut. UP, he mouthed.

I responded with a lazy smirk.

If I am to meet Death, my friend, I am going to inconvenience him every step of the way.

“Erik,” the shah croaked again, feigning, if only for a moment, a remnant of his usual puffed up composure, though it was tainted by unmistakable trembling. “Kill it. Or I shall do the same to you. Slowly. Over the course of many weeks.”

I sauntered out of the shadows and, now plainly visible, drew a low murmur of horror from the crowd. I wore the mask, of course–the horror beneath was generally reserved for the final act of the night–but I could not mask the death that enveloped me from head to toe.

Or perhaps they objected to my jerkin. The black leather was a tad much, I will freely admit.

“Your Highness,” I said, “must do as he pleases, though it shall be rather difficult to dispatch the beast when I am drawn and quartered, wouldn’t you think?”

Do it,” the sultana hissed suddenly from between her teeth. She dug her nails into her handmaiden’s arms, and the girl let out a whimper of pain.

The sultana’s black eyes blazed and she leaned forward. “Now, you hideous piece of filth, or I will garrote you with your own entrails!”

“Come, now, you can do better than that,” I said coolly, yet fury boiled in my abdomen.

I should mention that although I have never killed a woman, I came close to murdering the sultana on several occasions. She’d perfected a particularly vicious brand of cruelty the likes of which I scarcely believed possible.

She was about to spit out another insult when a deep growl bled into the silence.

The wolf had turned, yellow eyes fixed intensely upon mine. Her teeth were rank with gore, the fur around her jaws dripping crimson. She was terribly beautiful. Massive. Standing on her back legs, she would have reached well over eight feet.

I did not move. I have been frightened, truly frightened, numerous times in my life, yet I cannot recall ever been so overwhelmed by such sublime, horrifying power. Here was nature stripped bare, death come at last soaked in detritus and wild with the ecstasy of it. I felt amid the terror a thrum of humility and respect for her.

With painstaking care, heart ramming itself into my ribcage so frantically that I was sure the wolf could hear it, I inhaled, expanding my shoulders and, to give the illusion of size, drew my cloak up so its folds resembled great black wings. I stared at the tiled floor lest she view my direct gaze as a challenge. The elaborate mosaic inlaid at my feet blurred beneath a haze of fear. I burned with it.

For what may have been mere seconds or minutes–I could not tell–silence hung hot and heavy over the hall, punctuated only by the animal’s coarse breathing.

By millimeters, I began to back away. My mind, it seemed, had ceased all operation; my body alone piloted my movements. Let it come, let it come, let it come, rang the mantra, and all was suspension, hovering between stillness and a cacophony of pain.

And then, inexplicably, gradually, she sat at my feet.

I froze, believing she’d readied herself to attack at last. Instead, with all the familiarity and docility of a hound, she rolled over, exposing her stomach.

There was a hum of astonishment from the assembled guests. I let out a shuddering exhale, still gripping the cloak like a ridiculous bat, unable to move. It was a feint, surely. Any moment now, she would spring up and end it all.

But she did not.

Instead, she let out a whine and pawed at the floor insistently.

Impossible,” someone whispered.

I nearly murmured my agreement when the wolf’s whine grew louder.

And she wiggled.

The massive thing wiggled.

I must have taken leave of my senses completely then–and really, if I were about to be torn to shreds, what use was sanity?–for I crouched slowly, breath suspended, and hovered one hand over the mass of fur. Surely not….

Again, she pawed at the tile. What are you waiting for? she seemed to say.

And so I did what any decent human being would do in such a situation.

I pet the dog.

The tension in her muscles dissolved and her tongue lolled happily out of her bloodied mouth. I felt as if I were going to be sick from relief, and found my tongue had seemingly coated itself with sand and my knees had liquefied. Yet I continued running my hand through the thick fur on her stomach, scratching the softer scruff behind her ears, and all the while she lay there, perfectly content to be pampered by her would-be prey.

Incredulous laughter and chatter began to ring out behind me. I, too, felt the urge to grin, though I was wary of bearing my teeth at all for fear she would consider it hostile, and my glee was more hysterical than self-satisfied; she could turn instantly, I thought, maul me into strips of flesh in the blink of an eye. She was feral, unpredictable. Monstrous.

She rolled back over and plopped in my lap, and I fell back as she began nuzzling her head affectionately against my jaw.

The shah laughed delightedly.

“My magician, the wolf tamer!” he cried, and the crowd erupted into applause.

Astonished, I looked up. The commotion, I feared, would anger the wolf, yet she remained comfortably pressed against me like a spaniel. The crowd was rapturous, on their feet and applauding like mad.

They were smiling, all. And for the first time–the only time–their eyes held not fear or loathing, but gratitude. Respect.


It was surreal. Disorienting.

I shifted beneath her muscled girth, and she moved enough that I could stand. She did the same, no longer bent on the hunt, still contentedly panting. One hand still buried in the thick fur of her neck, I led her away. The thunderous applause followed me out into the corridor, and once out of sight, I let out a series of unceremonious wheezes, my vision spinning.

I was alive.

I was alive.

Unfortunate, perhaps, but as much as I would have preferred death, I did not relish obtaining it via violent mauling.

My new companion suddenly began sniffing, and my head snapped to the right. There sprawled in various degrees of mutilation lay four guards: weapons twisted and bodies eviscerated, bloodied, and heartily munched upon.

I grimaced, risking a cursory glance at the wolf. She took in the leftovers of her feast and then looked back up at me.

And so help me, I could have sworn she was smiling smugly.

She followed me to my quarters that night and slept soundly in the back garden. I was not so fortunate; I did not sleep a wink–she could have easily decided to abandon our sudden truce and tuck into a midnight snack.

In the morning, she greeted me with all the eager abandon of a puppy. At once flummoxed and touched, I fetched her meat and water, and sat numbly staring at the wall while she finished her meal and proceeded to play with a pillow she’d snatched from the divan. She promptly tore it to shreds and started on the next one.

What the devil was my life?

The wolf fared quite well. I kept her–much to Nadir’s horror–until I made contact with a hospitable German woman who’d taken it upon herself to care for put-upon animals, releasing them back into the wild if she believed they were fit for it or nurturing them herself if they were not. She’d acres and acres of land in the northern wilds of the country and assured me, eyes glinting with concern at the mask, that my “pet”  would lead a very happy life, indeed.

And she did, the last I heard. Free of the court’s abuse, she blossomed, gave birth to several litters of her own, and romped through the forest with her pack to her heart’s content.

The shah, of course, was quite displeased when he discovered that I’d liberated his one of his favorite methods of execution. I still bear the scars from the knife attack.

…Carried out by his hired lackeys, all of whom were swiftly dispatched. I took extra care to soak His Highness’ prized antique dressing gown in the leftover blood. His furious screams the next morning were well worth the hours I spent bandaging my wounds.

Really. You think he’d be grateful that I’d spared his court wolf another hour spent in his malodorous company.

In any case, I much prefer the simple house cat these days. More poop, yes, but considerably less bloodshed.

This can’t be! (Lotor x reader)

Plot: Lotor and reader have been friends since childhood until right after the war they weren’t allowed to see each other anymore. Now reader helps Voltron fight in battles on ground and stuff until she sees a familiar face (it’s Lotor).then you can decide the rest of the story.

Word Count: 659

You hummed quietly to a lullaby from your childhood as you folded your clothes and placed them back to their rightful place.

You recalled the carefree days of your childhood. Running around freely with your friend without a care in the world. Laughing as loudly as you could.

And then there were the more peaceful moments, reading books in the huge library, sharing favourite tales with each other.

You had a melancholic smile on your face as you remembered back.

You had no idea where your old friend could be, all you remembered was his spectacular eyes and his name.

“Y/N, Galra(n) ships began to attach, a nearby planet. We must go there and help them out.” Informed you Pidge, as she walked by your room.

You dressed up in your suit of armour, grabbing your weapon(s) in your hand, then you strode out of your bedroom to the hangar where the lions and your ship was held.

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DAY 3371

Malta                        June 20,  2017                Tue 10:53 PM local time

Birthday EF - (Janak) Agarwal  birthday today 20th June .. all wishes and love form the Ef brigade ..

Birthday - EF - Rajeev Sharma/Molly Amitabh     Wed, June 21 .. and our wishes too for Rajeev and Molly for the birthday tomorrow .. with immense love and affection .. Ef family 

Pink jelly beans of candy flavour in companion .. setting the gums to exercise .. gentle and thoughtful gift from the Ef that travels long distances for a meeting .. thank you Shital Ef .. I ‘hear’ you too .. !!

It is the little things in life that bring the mind to register the words emanating now endlessly in gratitude .. there are numerous others too that seek attention ..

The art work of the many is astounding and so praiseworthy .. I can but generalise this here .. but all seek individual attention .. and that is never a possibility .. it does not reflect the temperament or the designation or the merit value at all .. to me the equality of temperament .. the oneness of spirit is prime .. I labour to project that, and hope that an understanding audience shall pay heed .. my love and care and concern for all is limited in approach, but never in its abundant feel .. 

So yes, many go unnoticed or unread, they feel and therefore believe .. that is far from the truth .. i feel and I read .. and I know .. 

As you eat your meal .. and that slight sniffle occurs .. does it not lend to a most loving endearing moment or quality .. and with each morsel, that gentle sniffle .. and for no reason really you feel quite attracted to the moment .. not in yourself but in another ..

( oh dear the jelly beans are over !)

Ya .. so that sniffle again .. does it or will it bring concurrence .. the blowing is unattractive .. but that gentle sniffle never is ..


Look what this platform has come to really .. sniffle and the blowing of noses !?

Naaah .. apologies for that .. but its something that I notice for long, and thought of giving it a life .. here .. in internet perpetuity ..

and the art work continues .. one does it .. it gets notice on a retweet or a comment .. and several follow suit .. good nothing wrong .. just an observation ..

the concept of modernity in all walks of life brings one closer to gadgetry that could ease act of physical manuality  .. what the human can do with his humane, a machine needs to be constructed by the human for replacing the human .. the biggest dichotomy of the times ..

No more is this prevalent today on the sets of film that I work in, than now … every possible act that was being done manually, now has replacement in a machine or a created object that shall ease the human angle .. 

Easing the human angle is by itself a dichotomy .. how does then one describe an error .. a human or a machine error .. a machine designed by the human  ??

Puzzling ..

That anxiety, that fear, that uncertainty of the unknown, or the one answer needing seeking .. has all mysteriously and by design, pardon the pun, disappeared .. there is an answer to any query in an immediate selection .. answers today reveal the speed of delivery .. and that has been most fascinating ..

I am enamoured by its presence .. I have the ability to relate to the past, when the circumstances of the immediacy we talk of , were not available or discovered or present .. but the fascination is that the generation that has just arrived, shall always believe in the present set up .. for them this shall be the norm .. the immediacy of result .. we still have comparison, they will not .. unless of course their present brings inventions and order that gives them sufficient reason to steer back and compare .. much as I do today ..

I doubt if it shall be in same dimensions .. for the frog hop quantum leap has taken place now in our generation .. theirs will be of a completely different nature, albeit with some marked change .. but the realm of change or inventory shall perhaps be in a range that may not be too surprising .. not just to them,  but to us also ..

Certain basics shall remain the same .. like 

Good night and love 

Amitabh Bachchan 

We Don’t Talk Anymore

Summary:“Out of all the people why do I have to marry you?”    

“I’m doing  this ‘cause I’m told not because I love you”   

 "We don’t talk anymore….what happened to us?“   

 "Whose it going to be? Me or him? I don’t want to share you with any man”    (Y/n) a 22 year old women living in Korea, everything is perfect for her, being with her boyfriend for 3 years and planning to take over her parents business the heavens seemed to praise her.  But hell decided to destroy her, as she’s forced to marry her old childhood friend who she hasn’t seen in god knows how many years.

»Prologue l 01 l 02 l 03 l 04

» Pairing: Jungkook x Reader l ft. Namjoon

The wind blew softly, blowing the flower petals into the air as they drifted gently through the air. Brown orbs stared with boredom into (eye color) one’s “what’s this all about? My flight leaves soon ya’know” his tone held no interest for her nor her whatever news he was abou to receive from her.

(Y/n) P.O.V
I bit my bottom lip looking down at the grass that was littered with flower petals “…my flight leaves soon ya’know” my eyes widen I looked up at him quickly “your flight.?” I asked curiously to what trip his family was taking him this time “yeah, remember my audition I told you about for BigHit, well they accepted me so i’m leaving..” before he got to finish I had cut him off.

“Congratulations kookie!” I cheered giving him a hug and for a brief second I felt the butterflies that were in my stomach vanish, I felt happy being in his strong arms his warmth wrapped around my body like a blanket and I didn’t want to let go. As quick as the blanket came it was ripped off , he had pushed me away. “Thanks..” his didn’t sound as if we was truly showing his thanks “I’m not going to be in Busan anymore I’ll be in Seoul from now on”

I frowned “Seoul…ah well that’s not too bad I guess only two hours away if I take the bus, I’ll visit you every weekend” I smiled trying to remain positive. He sighed looking away for a brief second “you still don’t get it do you (y/n)…I’m going to be an idol now” he looked back in my eyes and I could see behind his cold stare there was a hint of sadness/pain swimming in those brown orbs.

“I’ll be traveling the world, doing tours, holding open events for my fans I going to be living my dream I don’t have time to hang around with you anymore and be silly we gotta start looking at the future” finishing his sentence the air between us grew uncomfortable. I wanted to confess to him my feelings, the feelings I’ve been hiding for so long that felt like it was going to overflow and spill out my mouth like a waterfall, was still, I didn’t have the heart nor the stomach to confess to him anymore.

I laughed awkwardly “hehe yeah you’re right, no need to get caught up in silly things anymore, I guess you’ve outgrown me” I flashed him a closed eyed smile to keep the tears coming to my eyes from falling down.

Normal P.O.V
“Ah..wait (Y/N).. I didn’t mean-” he was trying to find the right words he didn’t mean to make her feel bad. “No no you’re right, go on get out of here become a big idol star live your dream, forget about me” she playfully punched his shoulder looking at him trying to play it off as if she was fine. Jungkook felt as if she was lying, but when she smiling and playing around he couldn’t help, but listen to her so he left without hearing the little bit of your sentence…

“Leave forget…and I shall do the same too you Jeon Jungkook”

The two went their separate ways after that never to see each again….

Jungkook went to Seoul and joined a group called BTS he is now famous all around the world, making thousands,living his dream.

As for (Y/n) well she went on to working for her parents company and preparing to take over, forgetting all about Jungkook she met a nice man who she is currently still dating and began dating for 3 years now.

I forge a heart from nothing
as black as it was
as dark as shadows
although it beats
it is only an echo
it doesn’t sound like mine
do you dream up there?
if you can’t, i write
to you occasionally
it’s another sad poem,
but it’s an emotion
surrender your sighs
to the night and I
shall do the same
I miss you doesn’t
wander too far
from my head
I love you hardly
seems fair
I’m right here
and waiting for you
is an understatement
drag my soul out of hell
and I’ll never taste
the same apple
that placed us here

Hell on Earth

AN: mm…not the direction I wanted but..


“My Queen…” he nervously bowed.

The woman before him was beyond beautiful. Long silvery hair sweeping the floor, her white robe glowed against the darkness around her…she was the only light in this Underworld. She turned slightly to the shaky messenger, “Yes, my child?”

Even her eyes, opal and fluorescent. He looked up, “The King has quit.”

“He what?” She turned away from the river of damned souls. “He can’t quit.”

“M-my Queen, he says he has quit.”

She smiled and stepped from the balcony. How does the Lord of the Underworld quit? Not only that, she’s been married to him for eons! Millions of years and he couldn’t be bothered to tell her this himself. “Tell me,” her voice still as calm as silk. “Where has my husband gone?”


“Uchiha Sasuke,” he repeated, staring in the mirror. He admired his jawline and nodded. He liked the name, especially when he captured the first owner’s soul. He straightened his tie and stepped out onto the streets of a city named Konoha.

He was finally among the living. They move so quickly, everyone had somewhere to be. He huffed, as if the hard work would pay off. Just one bad mistake and they’d be damned to a lifetime of suffering.

He didn’t make the rules, just followed them–

No. That didn’t matter anymore because he quit. No longer would he be the checks and balances dummy for his brother. He would be free from the screams and moans of the souls. All of them. Every single last one…

He was free.

“Oh?” He touched his stomach. Hunger, such a mortal need. It was almost disgusting. Dark eyes scanned the strip and decided to let his human nose find something.

He finally found a ramen shop. He sat down and waited until a young woman walked up to him. “Welcome to Ichiraku’s. What can I get for you, sir? A drink, maybe?”

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anonymous asked:

THANKS SO MUCH FOR BEING SPOILER FREE! I really want Zelda hype content without ruining the game for myself.

Not a problem, friend! :D I shall do my best to not disappoint! After all, I’m in the same boat–er, hype train

Full steam ahead!!!