i think you are both rather wonderful

so if you haven’t been here for an age you may not know about the huge tag war of 2012 (i think?) between the sherlock fandom and the kpop fandom where this band called shinee brought out an album called sherlock and both fandoms were using the sherlock tag on tumblr and it was hilariously brutal but anyway fast forward five years and shinee are all over my dash now because of the amount of people who have moved over to the kpop fandom and it’s some sort of beautiful full circle we’ve come to

You and I, 你和我

Originally posted by sebaeked

→ Reader x Baekhyun

→ Fluffy, a little angsty, smutty, friends-to-lovers vampire AU

→ Warnings: Brief mentions of blood and rape. Smut.

Word count: 4,9K


Legend has it that there were six original families of vampires, whom all now living vampires originate from; the family of Kim is the most common kind with a normal thirst for blood. The family of Byun who exclusively drinks animal blood. The family of Zhang, who’s thirst for blood is humongous and almost unquenchable. The family of Do, a family who very rarely needs to feed. The family of Park is a kind that doesn’t limit their diet to only blood, but very often eats the organs and skin of the human they’re draining as well.

And so far, the mentioned families only have one difference: the diet. But the last family, the small family of Hūn Náo, is described as passionate, turbulent, restless and violent when their thirst is awakened. Hūn Náos have stronger senses and reflexes than the other kinds and their diet is limited to “bad blood”: the blood of extreme sinners. Because of their nature when exposed to the scent of the rare bad blood, the Hūn Náos became a feared kind, and further on, the kind turned shy and held back to avoid keeping the negative label. 

As a Hūn Náo, you always used to turn heads with your strong and sassy personality, and maybe it was exactly that which attracted Byun Baekhyun to you?


It was odd, you and everyone knew it - no, forget that; everyone would have thought so if they knew.

Yet, somehow it had come to be. Your relationship with Baekhyun, that is.

One day, as you were walking down the hallway of the school building, your whole body itching to return to your dorm, rip off your bra and exchange the short checkered skirt for a pair of nice, comfortable sweats pants, when a shoulder lightly bumped into yours. The owner of the shoulder was no passerby, rather, he was walking right beside you. Your schedule let you leave school earlier every Wednesday when most of the other student still had one class left, and because of that the hallway was not crowded at all, but somehow this boy still chose to walk so closely with you. 

So, you had looked over at him and scoffed. “Come closer.” Earning a surprised laugh from the boy, which at a closer, a more focused look was beautiful. He had dark, hooded eyes, a small pout and light brunette, tussled locks that gracefully fell over his cold forehead in a way you couldn’t quite describe. And then, he had had this rectangular grin to add onto his dazzling features.

A sniff of the air had surprised you, your stronger senses revealing the identity of his wonderful boy who found your sarcastic tone funny - a Byun. Along with the discovery came a clump in your stomach, and you swallowed, preparing to tell this Byun that you were a Hūn Náo and therefore probably not the best vampire to associate with. But just as you opened your mouth to tell him, your body tensing at the disgusted look you were sure you’d receive, the Byun had stuck his hand out into the air in front of you.

“I’m Byun Baekhyun, and you?” 

You had reluctantly taken his hand, your mouth open wide as you told him your name, quickly and awkwardly followed by;

“I’m a Hūn Náo, Baekhyun, you may not want to speak to me.”

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elementalwolf18  asked:

Hi it's me again! I was wondering if you had any updated info on pricing and when you think you'll open your preorders on the seven dakimakura, as there is also someone else I know who's interested in it. Thank you so much for taking the time to answer my questions!

Hello there, I’m sorry it took so long to prepare it, but I wanna make sure to give you guys the best quality I could ; w ;

I still don’t have the price yet since I’m not sure what kind of Dakimakura you guys want

Would you rather a 1 drawing one ( 1 drawing on both side) or a 2 sides with different drawing?  The 2nd drawing would be a more revealing verson but it may take longer time for me to finish it

^ the 1st drawing

lost thoughts

Originally posted by yixingsosweet

Title: lost thoughts

Pairing: Kim Minseok/Reader

Genre: Soulmate!AU.  You hear your soul mate’s thoughts inside your head since the moment they/you are born.

Summary: The sound of his voice inside her head brings a smile to her face or a frown to her features. If only Minseok wasn’t so teasing maybe things would be a little bit easier.

If only her mind could shut up for three seconds, she would be able to study.

And she really meant those words, without caring that she liked neither this topic nor studying whatsoever, but she really needed to pass this exam, yet, the voice on her head kept singing hit songs, thinking about food and some other dirty thought that would cross their heads. Not that she had two voices inside her head, one coming from a male and the other completely hers…but it was rather something she was born with. All her life she had heard the voice of her soul mate and she’d like to think it’s beautiful –and in some way it is- but at this point, it was annoying. She had heard his voice as a kid, mostly talking about how he had lost a game with his friends and asking who she was, then when he was a teenager he would be colder…slightly lost in the feeling of going through puberty and finding new lovers, and now…the man that she recognized as Minseok was nothing more than doing anything to get her riled up.

From what he thought, she could tell that Minseok was a pretty vivid and lively person. Sometimes he thought about his friends, giving them presents or teasing them as a way of showing them his love. Other times, he simply thought about food and how grumpy he was because he was hungry. From what she knew, he was on summer break at this moment and she was taking classes in the summer, hence why she was so mad because he was doing this on purpose. Back when they were both children, they didn’t know that they could have a full conversation with their thoughts, but now that he learnt that he could talk to her and hear her just from thinking…he used it to his will.

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Walked In On.

Hello, Love bugs.

 Dan X Reader

Warning-slight smut

How about Phil walking v in on dan and the reader? Not in a threesome way, but in an “oh shit this is awkward” kind of way. -anon


Dan and Phil would be leaving in a couple hours to go to the airport and fly to Orlando. They were going to be meeting Phil’s parents after the convention for a vacation. It was well deserved for the boys but unfortunately, you couldn’t come. It just wasn’t possible for you to join them so you would be keeping the home front safe and watering the plants. You were going to miss him a lot. Three weeks is a long time to be alone in a place you are used to being in with two others. It was still early and you couldn’t help but toss and turn. The boys enjoy meeting the fans but you know it takes a lot out of them. Unfortunately, all of your tossings woke up Dan who had just wrapped his arms around your torso bringing you back from your thoughts.

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Student Council Prez [9]

Episode 8 - Episode 9 - Episode 9.5 OR Episode 10
Words: 5.6k
Genre: Fluff, Slice of Life, High School!Au

Yoongi didn’t completely break his wrist.

When you went to the private doctor with him, they told you it was more of a severe sprain, some of his ligaments damaged from the fall. And now he had a cast wrapped around his entire arm. It would take anywhere from two to eight weeks to heal and they told you, very specifically that he was not to put any pressure on it and alleviate all heavy weights.

Yoongi on the other hand, told you that you should be happy he wasn’t suing you.

But no matter how much disdain you felt for him, you couldn’t help the wash of guilt that drowned you whole.

You were the one who pushed him after all.

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anonymous asked:

Why don't you condemn Aegon The Conqueror like you do Renly Baratheon? After all, they both ultimately based their claim on the strength of their arms, rather than the will of the people or rights of succession. I'm not defending either of them, just wondering what you see as the difference.

I think that’s a misinterpreation of Aegon the Conqueror. As I discuss in my essay on him, far from being based solely through strength of arms, Aegon and his sisters were careful to establish consent from and establish legitimacy with his subjects:

“Having taken a dozen castles and secured the mouth of the Blackwater Rush on both sides of the river, he commanded the lords he had defeated to attend him. There they laid their swords at his feet, and Aegon raised them up and confirmed them in their lands and titles. To his oldest supporters he gave new honors…Heraldic banners had long been a tradition amongst the lords of Westeros, but such had never been used by the dragonlords of old Valyria. When Aegon’s knights unfurled his great silken battle standard, with a red three-headed dragon breathing fire upon a black field, the lords took it for a sign that he was now truly one of them, a worthy high king for Westeros. When Queen Visenya placed a Valyrian steel circlet, studded with rubies, on her brother’s head and Queen Rhaenys hailed him as, “Aegon, First of His Name, King of All Westeros, and Shield of His People,” the dragons roared and the lords and knights sent up a cheer … but the smallfolk, the fisherman and field hands and goodwives, shouted loudest of all.”

“the men of the Trident had no love for their ironborn overlords…so now the riverlands rose against him, led by Lord Edmyn Tully of Riverrun. Summoned to the defense of Harrenhal, Tully declared for House Targaryen instead, raised the dragon banner over his castle, and rode forth with his knights and archers to join his strength to Aegon’s. His defiance gave heart to the other riverlords. One by one, the lords of the Trident renounced Harren and declared for Aegon the Dragon. Blackwoods, Mallisters, Vances,
Brackens, Pipers, Freys, Strongs… summoning their levies, they descended on Harrenhal…The next day, outside the smoking ruins of Harrenhal, King Aegon accepted an oath of fealty from Edmyn Tully, Lord of Riverrun, and named him Lord Paramount of the Trident. The other riverlords did homage as well —to Aegon as king and to Edmyn Tully as their liege lord.”

And this went on and on - the homage of the Westermen and the Reachermen ater the Field of Fire, the submission of Highgarden, Torrhen kneeling at the Trident, and Aegon’s anointment and coronation at Oldtown. At every step of the way, Aegon spends as much time establishing the reciprocal bonds of feudal obligation and enacting the symbolism of monarchy as he does fighting. And he continued this policy as King:

“he worked to knit the realm together with his presence—to awe his subjects and (when needed) frighten them…the other half of the year he dedicated to the royal progress. He traveled throughout the realm for the rest of his life,
until his final progress in 33 AC—making a point of paying his respects to the High Septon in the Starry Sept each time he visited Oldtown, guesting beneath the roofs of the lords of the great houses (even Winterfell, on that last progress), and beneath the roofs of many lesser lords, knights, and common innkeepers… In these progresses, the king was accompanied not only by his courtiers but by maesters and septons as well. Six maesters were often in his company to advise him upon the local laws and traditions of the former realms, so that he might rule in judgment at the courts he held. Rather than attempting to unify the realm under one set of laws, he respected the differing customs of each region and sought to judge as their past kings might have.”

Director Tada Shunsuke’s KnB: Last Game Interview in Animage May 2017

ETA

Director’s Eye Re: Akashi

“In the TV series where Akashi fought with Kuroko and Seirin, his personality changed from “Boku” to “Ore”. This time, we start out with the “Ore” Akashi, but he decided that he wouldn’t be able to win against Nash that way, so “Boku” Akashi comes out. From the very beginning, we already decided that we wanted to play what we, in the studio call “The Akashi Empire Theme Song” (i.e. KnB Soundtrack Vol. 3: The Emperor of Creation) during that scene. In the actual dubbing, and while it was myself who decided on it, the moment the music played I excitedly went “Boku Akashi kitaaa—-!!!” (laughs). I think it was a super cool scene and one with a great tempo. I think the part to look forward to with Akashi is definitely that both Akashis will come out during the match.”

Director’s Eye Re: Nash

“To put it frankly, I didn’t have much planned for Nash before we started recording except for the note that he’s the strongest enemy. However, the acting of Mr. Midorikawa (Hikaru) was so wonderful that I got heavily involved in the film processing and the animation to show Nash more charmingly. I think rather than at first sight…. You’ll be able to tell his superior coolness akin to that of the main characters if you watch it two or three more times. In the end though, Nash is of a standing as the enemy of the Vorpal Swords but he’s also an important character who clashes with Akashi, the playmaker. Also, the new music created for the movie was primarily created around/for Nash and the others so when you hear the music being played, you kind of feel the fear that Nash is out to get the Vorpal Swords again. Music-wise, I feel pretty accomplished.”


YEEEEEEEE. I came here for the Nash vs. Akashi and stayed for the interview. IDK, it’s always so interesting to read how the staff and cast feel about the characters and how they felt while creating the movie because god did the movie give me feels. 

It’s funny though because Director Tada is obsessed with Nash vs. Akashi (AHH it was great) and he said that we’ll get to read about that more in the cast comment give-away for the 7th week of the movie. I’m excited! Though I will go out of country on May…. I may be able to watch it one or two more times before leaving (;w; ). 

BTW, I love the spread with both of their “4” being visible on purpose. The black and white differentiation and the demon king vs the emperor… (*A* )

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Aiden x Fem!Reader x Lydia

Requested By Anon

Part Two

Warnings: shower sex, sex, smut, fingering, swearing Alpha x Baby Beta Kink (Aiden x Reader), Mommy x Puppy kink (Lydia x Reader), threesome, fingering, oral, swearing, Dom!Aiden, Dom!Lydia, Sub!Reader



“Hey, Ethan said you were looking for me.” Aiden muttered as he walked Lydia into Coach’s office.

 

“Yeah we need to talk…” She was cut off by Aiden kissing her, his teeth grazing her bottom lip.

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Only You

Words: 1.7k

Summary: You and Castiels friendship becomes complicated.

Warnings: Angst, character death

A/N: This kind of hurt to write. I was listening to “Only You” by Selena Gomez (not my usual style, but whatevs) after watching 13 Reasons Why and this oneshot just kind of happened. Constructive feedback is always appreciated. If you’d like to be added to my master tag list, send me an ask or DM.

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Castiel smiled as he watched you giggle and the story Sam was telling about the first time he and Dean hustled pool.

Your smile, your laugh, your entire being made Castiels heart flutter. He had been aware of the idea of love for his entire existence, but this was the first time he really felt it. Too bad he was an angel and angels were never supposed to fall in love.

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Okay guys, Mikala and I were talking yesterday and we have been noticing something lately…

So our activity/traffic on this blog is pretty low lately. Now, we know this has A LOT to do with the fact that we have been inactive for so long and when we are active it’s pretty inconsistent. Neither one of us blames you guys for losing interest a little in our posts. That being said though, we talked, and we are both pretty committed to being more active starting now. I am finally down to one job which frees me up quite a bit when it comes to spare time. I can’t speak for Mikala’s schedule but I have noticed her enthusiasm for writing returning and that’s a great place to start. So here’s what we need from you guys…

First, let us know what kind of content you’re wanting to see! As always we do technically take requests (and y‘all should know the drill by now that we may or may not get to them). So if you have an idea or would like to suggest something for us to post (a specific character maybe?) then please SEND IT IN!

And second, we really really would appreciate it if you guys gave us your feedback when we asked questions. If one of us makes a post that says “NEED IDEAS!” or “WHO WOULD YOU RATHER SEE US POST TONIGHT??” it would be super helpful and so motivating for us if you guys let us know what you wanted. I think I can speak for Mikala when I say that when we get no responses from anyone we get a little beat down and assume you aren’t interested in our work anymore. Just a quick reply or message would do wonders for us, both to help us cater to what you guys want more and to give us that extra little boost of enthusiasm (what can we say, we’re hella needy!)

Overall though we just want to let you guys know that we are going to get back to running this blog like we used to and we’re excited to hit some more milestones and have a lot of fun with you guys in the process:) You’re the reason we write and we love each and every one of you for following us! 

Title: Sith Lords Don’t Sunbathe
Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader
Genre: So floof, SO FLOOF, but also a lil spicy bc i was feelin it
Warnings: Language
A/N: Just some cute but also zesty fluff for the soul. It was really nice out today and I freakin LOVE spring (it’s basically spring here now ok) so this happened lol. Happy Valentines Day! :-)

Originally posted by theworldisworthagif

Originally posted by coolfayebunny

The sun above you warmed your bare legs, giving the skin there a subtle glow. You flexed your toes and stretched, lifting your arms up above your head and letting them fall backward into the grass. It had started out soft but now you were beginning to feel the underside of your legs sweat, and you bet that if you looked, there would have been thousands of tiny, grass-shaped imprints against your skin. A breeze floated by, carrying the scent of the flowering tree above you on the wind and filling your nose. Taking a deep breath you closed your eyes, letting the air roll over your skin. While it wasn’t exactly warm, it wasn’t cold, either; it felt like the weather couldn’t make up its mind on if it was still winter or late spring. It was the perfect temperature.

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I Care For You

Request: Can I request Murphy/reader story, where she’s always sticking by his side and comfort him, but he couldn’t believe she is doing it without any profit. But then something happens and he believes her? Wanna lots of comforting for John😻

Request plus: Could you do a murphy imagine? It doesent matter what its about!

A/N: I got these two requests, and since the first one perfectly fit the second one I decided to combine the two! (hope you don’t mind) anyways, this was really fun to write, so thank you for the request! Both of you!

Warnings: relentless teasing. abusive remarks.

Originally posted by hedajohnmurphy

“Why are you so nice to me?” 

Looking up, you stared at John curiously. That was a rather odd question. “I’m not quite sure what you mean, John.” You responded, tilting your head cutely. John shook his head, thinking over his words.

“I mean, you’re always sticking by my side. Standing up for me and comforting me, what’s the catch?” He wondered, and you could tell by just looking at him that he was uncomfortable with what he was admitting. And you understood, since you landed on the ground you’d been by John’s side. You stood up for him when everyone in camp was talking shit about you. You weren’t sure why, you just did.

“I’m not sure.” You admitted, shrugging as you smile sincerely at him. “I just do.”

“I don’t understand.” He shook his head, baffled. “There has to be some profit. No one just helps another without any kind of reward.”

“And why not?” You objected, standing up. You knew John, he had trouble with his emotions and he was good at expressing himself. You understood and it made sense, but this was ridiculous. You didn’t mean anything by what you did except to help him. He seemed… sad and you didn’t like the thought of that.

“Because everyone i’ve ever known has always had some kind of internal goal.” He spat, staring heatedly at you. You gasped, confused. 

“Well, I don’t.” You said honestly. “And nor will I ever.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“C’mon, John. What gain would I earn by having you distrust me?” You insisted, shaking your head unbelievably at him. He stayed silent for a moment, pondering over his next words as you crossed your arms over your chest.

“I don’t know,” He whispered, looking up at you. “But… I just can’t.”

“Well learn to.” You retorted before walking out of the drop-ship.


“Well, look-ey here.” You tensed, shoulders becoming square as you stopped moving. You sighed, not wanting to deal with this prick now but you knew he wouldn’t leave you alone. He never did.

Turning you faced him, leaning on your back heal in annoyance and crossing your arms. You might have looked unimpressed but inside your heart was beating frantically in fear, you hated him so much sometimes. “What do you want?” You spat.

“Come on, Y/N. I just want some friendly banter.” He spoke, Jake was his name. One of the delinquents that had come to the ground with you, only thing is you knew him long before. You two use to be friends, before he turned into a jerk and used everyone of your insecurities that you’d told him, against you. 

“You never want just “friendly” banter.” You countered.

Jake smirked, walking closer to you. “You’re right.” He admitted, bringing his hand up to cup your cheek. You flinched from the stroke of his finger, uncomfortable with his closeness and wishing that anything would allow you to walk away. You’d gone a bit off from camp, more towards a secluded area, stupid you.

Sighing, you released your tense shoulders. “Jake, please. I need to do things.” You said, but your eyes were behind him when you caught sight of John. You hadn’t really spoke to him since yesterday after he confronted you, but still, you could see his eyes on you. And you wished he would come over here.

Jake noticed that your attention was on someone else, and turning he too saw John. He chuckled, before turning to you. You looked at him, scared of what he would say. “Oh, Y/N…” he sighed, shaking his head dramatically, “still fantasizing that he’ll actually love you.” He teased and you tensed once again.

“I-I do-”

“Cut the bullshit, Y/N/N.” He said, using the nickname you hated. “We all know you’d wish he’d return some of the feelings you share for him. Hell, you’d wish anyone to love you.” 

“Shut up, Jake.” You said, hating the words he said. 

He tightened his grip on your chin, leaning in but his voice was no where near quiet. “What, is little Y/N scared no one will ever love you? Scared you’ll die alone? Scared because you’re really just an afraid little girl who can’t do shit and only whines?” He nagged.

You narrowed your eyes, anger and embarrassment the two emotions you felt. Yet you said nothing and let him continue to talk. “Isn’t that why your parents left you?” He asked,

You stared, teary eyed at him. You shoved his hand off your chin and pushed him out of the way, walking past him and quickly making your way to your tent. You could hear Jake’s laugh as you ran off, but missed the way that John followed you.

Until you heard a twig snap and turned to see John, you gasped, wiping your tears. “J-John…” You stammered, trying to walk away before he grabbed your arm, effectively stopping him.

“That’s why.” Silence followed, except for your sniffles. You wiped your tears away. “That’s why you help me.”

“I-I.. uh.”

“You help me because you know what it’s like to be alone.” You were speechless, not quite sure what to say before arms wrapped around you and you were engulfed by warmth. You’d never ever expected a hug from John, he just wasn’t the type but you relished in the feeling.

“Thank you.” He whispered against your neck. You finally hugged him back, sniffling in his shoulder. 

“You’re welcome.”

anonymous asked:

are you both more into texting or talking on the phone? I imagine theres many cute late night long phone calls

I’m fine with either but usually I just make Jug FaceTime with me. You can see just how much he enjoys it. - Betty.

Ah what a wonderful picture Thank you Betts. See this is why I am not a fan of FaceTime. Screenshots. She thinks she’s being sneaky and takes so many. Not that I don’t love seeing Betty but I’d much rather just go see her in person. And that also means she can’t hoard horrible screenshots of my face like this one. -Jughead.

Whatever Works

A/N: This was a request for one where Spencer and the reader truly can’t stand each other, but makeout every time they see each other. They said “Like Passive-Aggressive Partnership but without losing the passive aggressiveness.”  The fact that someone is asking for a variation on a story I wrote is actually kind of awesome. XD @coveofmemories

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This was a weird fucking arrangement the two of you had. Whatever. It worked for you. After working together fairly often over the past couple of years, two things were very obvious. You and Spencer Reid couldn’t stand each other. And you also had the hots for each other.

Months ago, he’d been rambling on and on about what the unsub was doing to the victims, trying in vain to get you to let out some emotion. It bothered him that you blocked yourself off from feeling in order to do this job. Anyway, he’d been talking and talking and talking and all you wanted for him to do was shut up, so you’d grabbed his face in your hands and crushed your lips into his, which led to the two of up against the wall of drawers, with his heated hands running over your cool skin, as his lips traveled the length of your neck. 

Since that day, you’d said next to nothing regarding what happened. But it kept happening. Each and every time he walked in, you’d tell him whatever he need to know and then you’d end up, in some way, shape or form, heavily making out in your office, tongues tasting each other as nails dug into warm, soft flesh. 

Neither of you really had time for relationships given how busy your jobs were. Plus, even if you had time, the two of you would drive each other nuts. You were too alike for a relationship between you to ever work. You’d butt heads too much. It had almost become a joke, with you saying until next time as you fixed his collar before he’s walk out the door. Day or not, your arrangement remained the same.

It was 2 o’clock in the afternoon and he was on his way to go over a couple of victims they were investigating during the course of an equivocal death investigation. They were trying to see if they died of heart attacks or if there was something more sinister at play, and from the looks of it there was. “Hello, Dr. Reid,” you said unenthusiastically as he entered the room without even knocking. That had been a blowout fight. He did that all the time, scaring the living piss out of you because he couldn’t have the forethought to knock. “How are you today?”

“Do you actually care, or should we just cut to the chase?” he snapped back. “I’m not one for formalities as you know.”

“Neither am I, so yes, let’s cut the shit and get to it,” you said, lifting the sheets over each victim’s feet. “There is a small puncture wound between the first and second toes of all your victims. I ran a tox screen, and as I suspected, the results were positive for heroin.” The thing was that none of these men looked like they were regular heroin users. If they were, they’d weigh less. Their skin would be drawn and cracked. Their eyes sunken. None of them had shown sides of any of that, so they’d likely been murdered, rather than having overdosed themselves. 

“Wonderful,” he said, slapping his hands over his eyes and dramatically sliding them down his face. The BAU had had some pretty hefty cases lately, and he was tired. All of you were. “So we have another murderer on the loose. When is this going to end?”

“If it ends, you’re out of a job, doctor.”

“At this point in my life, I think I’d be okay with that,” he replied, as both of you took your coats off. This had become the routine - disrobe slightly so you had easier access to each other. Reaching out, he grabbed the side of your neck, bringing you toward him and grazing his lips over the muscles in your neck. He always started there, because it worked to get you hot under the collar in a matter of minutes. Your hands gripped tighter around his neck as he lifted you up onto your desk, ripping the buttons of your shirt open and raking his teeth over your chest.

“What am I supposed to cover myself with now?” you asked hotly, although you couldn’t care too much when he had his mouth running over your overheated skin. 

As he flattened his tongue and brought it up the length of your collarbone, you moaned, your hands tangling in his hair and tugging it backward. “Wear a jacket,” he quipped. “Just shut up for two seconds.” You were about to respond - maybe tell him to go fuck himself - when he swallowed your words, his tongue delving into your mouth and coaxing it into a sensual dance. “You talk too much.”

“If that isn’t the pot calling the kettle black,” you replied, the sneer seeping out of every part of you. He went to open his mouth again, come back at you with something else because he always had to have the last word. “Who’s talking too much now?”

Hopping off the table, you pushed him across the room until he hit the empty examination table, sitting down and pulling you into his lap. You ground down into his lap, wanting to rid yourselves of the barriers between you. But it never went any further than this. That would require feelings neither of you wanted to have. As he’d done before, you pulled open the buttons of his shirt, and bit down, bringing forth a hiss from his throat. But he didn’t pull you away, so you did it again, making sure to leave them in spots he could cover up again. Last thing you both needed was for one of your superiors to question the nature of this relationship or whatever the fuck you wanted to call it. “Give me your tongue,” you growled, biting his lower lip before sucking his tongue into your mouth.

“I don’t take orders from you,” he mumbled as he did what you said anyway. “You’re not the boss of me.”

“As long as you have this,” you said, grazing your hand over his member through his pants, “and I have this, I am the boss of you.” Just as things were about to get heated again, and maybe even go further than they had before, you heard a knock at the door. It was your intern. “Fuck.”

“Goddammit,” he groaned quietly, running his tongue over your lips as he refastened his buttons. Again, his collar had gotten fucked up by the intensity of  it all, so you pulled it to the sides, flattening it with your palms before pulling his bottom lip between your teeth one last time for now. 

“Until next time,” you smirked, pushing the hair out of his eyes before he walked toward the door. 

“Until next time,” he repeated, wiping the lipstick off of his own lips. “Pain in the ass.”

“Shithead.”

One Year: A Gaston Story (Chapter Six)

Originally posted by lukeevanss


One Year | A Gaston Story

Gaston (Luke Evans) X OC

Summary: Gaston made all the wrong choices in life, and when a dramatic fall from the Beast’s castle leaves him wounded and near-death, he thinks it’s the end of his time. When an old beggar woman appears at his side, she heals him back to his normal self but gives him one year, and only one year, to find true love before his time on earth, and the town’s memories of him, come to an end.

Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six

Tags: @harleyscheekheart ; @jordyhaley ; @thesizeofabarge


When Vayle first spotted Anne and Gaston sitting side-by-side at this romantic spot on the hill, her first instinct was to intrude on their cheerful moment together, but she knew from experience that patience always brought forth better results. She didn’t only desire to return her daughter to their cottage, there was more substance to her plan than that. The old woman wished nothing more than to ruin her daughter’s life, she wanted the young girl to fear life without her mother, and so if it meant waiting for the opportune moment to seize her, then she would wait. All good things take time, after all.

Vayle sneered at the sight of Gaston and Anne…How naive could her daughter be? She had never left the cottage grounds until recently and her sheltered upbringing made her too trustworthy, at least that’s what Vayle had hoped. It would be simple to break her heart, the old woman thought, as Gaston and Anne rose from their seated positions. The remnants of the evening sunset now stained the earth around them with a navy tint as nightfall quickly swept across the little town. Vayle soundlessly descended into the shadows as Gaston and Anne strolled by, now deep in conversation about hunting.

She snickered at her daughter’s animated expressions, wide-eyed at Gaston while she rambled in recollection of their target practice from earlier in the day. It was clear that stronger feelings were present, at least for Anne. Vayle could read her daughter like a book, she had molded her into the young girl she had always planned for her to be…with some slight exceptions. Although rebellious and hard-headed, there was one thing Anne couldn’t cope with, and that was betrayal. Vayle was the only person she had ever known, and if her newfound friendships in Villeneuve were somehow removed from her life, young Anne would be lost…The end results had to be crucial, permanent, for such an elaborate plan, and Vayle instantly accepted that she wouldn’t hesitate to kill Gaston or use her witchcraft to keep Anne safe. The corrupt wheels in the woman’s head were spinning with a flood of ideas as she stalked their path back to the quaint village.

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chocolapeanut  asked:

“How can anyone not be afraid of love?”, Mahaad + Atem? 。◕ ‿ ◕。

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It’s very rare that he asks Yuugi for anything, not wanting to interfere with his life. But he couldn’t help it, he finally had some clues on what he was, on who he was, on why he was in the Puzzle. He just… he had to make sure it was real.

So he asks Yuugi if he could do something, go out and relax in his body, and he obliges with no hesitation. Encouraging him to take his time, and actually threatening him if he switched control too soon. He asks again if this could be private, and Yuugi is fine with it.

So here he was, at the museum, standing before the tablet again. A tablet of friendship created by a high priest, Isis said. One that had apparently been close to him.

He wonders how much of that was true. It’s just one tablet, one event in his life (one he couldn’t remember).

“You’re interested in Ancient Egypt?”

He turns to find a man leaning against a pillar. He was tall, a little taller than Kaiba, and had long black hair. Hair so dark and silky it looked violet against the light.

Usually he would be wary of strangers, especially those who ask him about Egypt. It was always a theme in their lives that anyone who’s interested in Egypt and approaches them were not nice, to put it mildly.

But this was a museum, and he supposes it was a normal question. Considering he was a teenager staring at an Ancient Egyptian artifact intensely.

“Of sorts,” he says, observing the man some more. Blue eyes, not as vibrant as Anzu’s or intense as Kaiba’s, but still striking in its own way. Like looking into a calm river. “Things related to Ancient Egypt frequently appear in my life,” an understatement, “and it wouldn’t hurt to know more about it.”

The man hums, looking at the tablet then at him. He suspects that he’s looking at the carving of the pharaoh, perhaps comparing their similarities.

“Any questions you wish to ask?”

He blinks.

“I know a lot about Ancient Egypt,” the man says. “I can give you plenty of obscure facts about it. For instance, did you know that onions were considered an aphrodisiac?”

He snorts at that, knowing from Yuugi’s memories that onions were a pretty common ingredient for many dishes. “We must all be horny as hell twenty-four-seven.”

He probably shouldn’t be talking to a stranger this much, this was still Yuugi’s body. And it wouldn’t be good if they met the man again, only to find Yuugi and not him. Yuugi’s friends were enough, he shouldn’t intrude in his partner’s life any more than he already has.

(but it was nice to talk about things that weren’t life-threatening, and it felt nice to be not the Other Yuugi for once)

“Perhaps,” the man says, smiling. “Priests were forbidden to eat them because it might raise their libido, and they wouldn’t be able to perform any of their sacred duties.”

“I take it you like onions, considering this is your opening line to convince me of your Egyptian expertise?” He raises an eyebrow, turning completely towards the stranger. He looked around the same age as Pegasus (though really, most people looked older than the multimillionaire manchild). He was wearing a grey cardigan and black slacks.  

It was fascinating how plain and simple the man looked. Yet at the same time, not. There was something about him, beneath the mellow and approachable appearance of the man, he felt there was a kind of… flair to him.

Like something magical.

“I love anything with onions in it.”

“You’d be a horrible priest, then.”

“There were ways around it,” the man says, eyes twinkling with amusement. “Rituals to purify one’s self. Priests weren’t saints, after all.”

“I’m sure there were people who’d still say you’d be a horrible priest.”

“I can think of at least one,” the man chuckles, laughing at some inside joke only he was privy to.

He thinks of Shadi who had barged into people’s soul rooms and even changed them to suit their needs. He thinks of Shadi who had given the Eye to Pegasus when he was obviously grieving and emotionally vulnerable. 

He thinks of himself, the first weeks of being out of the Puzzle, punishing Yuugi’s classmates with no hesitation.

Shadi could be considered a priest, couldn’t he? And him… he was a pharaoh, someone who should be above priests.

“None of us are, some less saintly than others,” he says, giving himself a self-deprecating smile. He turns back to look at the tablet, eyes roaming through every symbol and image on it. He had assumed that Isis and her clan would be the only people who knew about the history of Nameless Pharaoh, but considering this was part of an exhibit - and the fact that people like Pegasus, Sugoroku, and even Ryou knew parts of it? It seems a bit silly to think it was some kind of secret.

“Can you tell me anything about them?” He asks, pointing at the two figures above his supposed self and the priest.

The man tilts his head. “Not about the one that looks like you? I would have been curious about that.”

So he did assume he was interested because of that. “I’m,” scared of finding out what kind of person he was, “more curious about them. They look a lot like two Duel Monsters I know.”

The man hums, walking towards the tablet. He was beside him, looking up at the tablet, seemingly unaware of how the teen stiffened in response of their sudden change in proximity.

“I don’t know much about the dragon, only that she was incredibly steadfast and strong,” the man says. “I know more about the man above the pharaoh, he was one of his high priests.”

A high priest, like the one who ordered this tablet to be made? Did he have an item then? “So he couldn’t eat onions too?” He jokes.

“No, much to his dismay, it didn’t stop him though.”

“Much to his dismay?” He raises an eyebrow. “Are we talking about him or you?”

“Why not both?” The man shrugs. “Kill two birds with one stone.”

“Right,” he snorts, looking at the details of Dark Magician in the tablet. So did that mean his monster had been a priest? Was Dark Magician even the person depicted in this tablet? “A high priest… what was special about him that he was carved here?”

One could say that perhaps it was because he was his ace. Kaiba had Blue Eyes White Dragon, while he had Dark Magician. But that was pushing it too far, even for him. This was something that happened thousands of years, he doubted they were carved because both were their favorite cards.

Even he had to draw the line with using fate as an explanation.

“Loyalty perhaps? That would be obvious. Protectiveness? It is depicting a battle, maybe he was one of his best warriors,” the man says. “But I would have to say love.”

“Love,” he repeats flatly.

“You don’t think so?”

He thinks of this tablet, one that was a symbol of friendship that he didn’t remember. This was the only thing in his past that didn’t seem to want to kill him, a symbol of love. He doesn’t know how to handle love, he never considered it was something his past had. “I’m… wary of love.”

“How can you be scared of love?”

“How can you not?” He shoots back. He thinks of Kaiba and how most of his world was his little brother. Thinks about how much he must have lost and taken just to give him a comfortable life.

He thinks of Mokuba, and how much of an unbearable and murderous brat he was before, because he had been drifting away from the only family he had and didn’t know what to do.

He thinks of Jounouchi, living with his drunkard of a father and still hoping they’d regain their father-son bond, willing to give all of his prize money from Duelist Kingdom, a nightmare of a tournament, for his sister.

He thinks of Otogi, who had done horrible things to Yuugi in hopes to make his father proud. He thinks of Ryou, who often looks in longing at passing families. He thinks of Pegasus, a man who couldn’t handle losing his wife well.

He thinks of Yuugi and the burn scars on his hands.

“How can anyone not be scared of love?” He wonders. “You have to endure, you have to lose, you have to hurt… all for love.”

Silence.

“Some would say it’s worth it.”

“Do you think so?” He remembers how much Yuugi wouldn’t let go, remembers how Jounouchi was so torn between leaving the Puzzle behind and taking the risk of wasting time to bring the Puzzle with them too. He would have rather both of them left him, instead of slowly burning in that hell hole. “Love often means sacrifice.”

“You don’t like sacrifice?”

“I don’t like people sacrificing for me, love’s not worth it if they’re hurt because of me.”

“Many would say that sacrificing for a loved one is worth it.”

He laughs, forced and bitter. “And what if the loved one is hurt because of it? What it they forever think that it’s their fault? What if they wished you never loved them, so you’d never become hurt? What then? What if they have nobody else and you’re gone? What if they choose not to have anyone else so that nobody sacrifices for them ever again? Who picks up the pieces when your sacrifice breaks them?

More silence.

“… I don’t know.”

He laughs again. “That’s a bit selfish, isn’t it? That you wouldn’t consider the feelings of a loved one, even if you justify it with sacrifice.”

He thinks of Yuugi’s thoughts, the moment the Puzzle was put back together, he felt his partner’s desperation in taking him back. The mantra “I want to see him again!” playing over and over until he fainted. 

A selfish thought for a selfless act.

Love was scary.

He recalls what Isis had told him, about how he sealed himself in the Puzzle for the greater good. Sacrifice then, to keep his loved ones alive. He wonders vaguely if that high priest, the past incarnation of Kaiba, had been mad at him. That this tablet of friendship was more of a tablet of grief, of pain, of anger.

That seemed more like Kaiba, in his opinion.

“Is that what you feel then?”

Have you been broken? Is what the man means.

He considers it, he doesn’t have any memories to know if he had lost people. If people sacrificed for him, if it had become too much for him.

Yet…

Whenever Yuugi put his life on the line, whenever anyone put their lives on the line, there was something familiar about it that he couldn’t dismiss. Horror. Fear. Pain. Anger.

Resignation. The quiet pleas of “No, not again” echoing in his mind.

“I don’t know,” he whispers. “But, I sometimes feel phantom pains when I see someone I love hurt,” he touches his chest. “Like a thousand knives stabbing me all at once. I’m beginning to wonder if my sacrifice was more for me than for them, if I was just tired… if that was the only thing I knew, because so many who loved me sacrificed as well. It must have been normal.”

He doesn’t know that the man hears, doesn’t see the man wince.

“I’m sorry.”

He jerks at that, blinking. Then he laughs awkwardly. “What are you sorry for? You were offering me trivias and I was the one who rambled,” he places his hands in his pockets. “I should be sorry, I was wasting your time.”

“You would never wast-! … It was not a waste of time, I was happy to help,” the man sighs. He gives him a quiet long stare.

“… What is it?”

“You’re a duelist, correct? One of your decks is a Dark Magician one.”

He blinks, he didn’t expect someone to describe him like that. Most usually say things about him beating Kaiba or Pegasus. And then either running away or demanding a duel. Nobody has ever taken note what his deck was, except Kaiba (and that was usually because he was spending half his time trying to defeat it).

“Here,” the man holds out a card.

He takes it, widens his eyes at the title of the card. “Thousand Knives?”

It was a Dark Magician support card too.

“It’s an apology, for all the pain you had to endure,” the man says with a solemnity that he couldn’t place. “Let all the knives you’ve taken become a weapon against your enemies, not yourself.”

What?

“I can’t-! This isn’t-!” He sputters, looking at the card. It was a very useful card, and something that appealed to him greatly. He imagines using this against monsters more powerful than Dark Magician. It was so tempting but- “I can’t accept this, you don’t know-”

The man wasn’t there.

“… Me?”

(Translation) Seiyuu JUNON Vol. 4, 10.15.2016 - Eguchi Takuya

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Aoi Shouta

Umehara Yuuichiro


Eguchi Takuya: CHALLENGER

He lives to do what he likes. Betting his life, he challenges himself to be recognized. A cool man who is ready to face unknown trials.

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Topp Dogg: hickies

P-Goon:  since he’s the leader, he wants to be taken seriously (despite his size lmfao) so he won’t like it as much when you’re the one who’s leaving hickies. If you’re totally down for it, then he’d mark you up from neck to toe tbh. Just don’t expect too much showing off, neither from his side or yours- he likes for it to be a private thing between the both of you.

Hojoon:  I don’t see him minding as much Sehyuk, in fact I think he’d love it, asking you to leave hickies on him often. He’d like to receive them rather than give them, only bc he’d be uncomfortable with people gawking at your neck and wondering what you’ve been up to. As much as he loves showing you off, these bruises should remain hidden from the rest of the world.

Sangdo:  ahhh I can’t imagine liking to leave marks on you like that, even if you encourage him to. Sometimes he could get lost in the moment and let his lips do all the work, but he wouldn’t be biting you too hard, or at all. It’s a completely different situation when you’re the one leaving marks on him, bc he’d never ‘encourage’ you, but he wouldn’t stop you, either.

Nakta:  so difficult bc it would all come down to you and what kind of relationship you’re in- he’d most likely be chill with it, though, as long as you are, and wouldn’t try holding himself back. If that’s how he felt like showing his love, then he’d leave little marks here and there, but nothing too bad for you to want to cover it up. He’d love it when you leave hickies on his long, slender neck, and just loves the feeling of your lips on him, no matter where they are wink wink

Hansol:  first of all, it’d be too hard to even keep him in one place, so having this kid sit down and actually take time to leave hickies is impossible. His lips would move too fast, and he’d never want to hurt you by biting down too hard due to his excitement, and prefers to just leave kisses everywhere. But he wouldn’t exactly mind if you’re the one who left hickies, and wouldn’t bother with covering them up either.

B-Joo:  he’d only be down if you mention it, and he’d *try* controlling himself and wouldn’t leave too many bruises on your skin, in fear of upsetting you. Tries to get you to kiss his neck all the time lmao so ofc he’s always marked up, and smirks for like 10 hours whenever someone sees it and teases him.

Xero:  hooooo this boy would take his time admiring your neck and leaving little bites on it, then going back and kiss it better. Is so smug after seeing the bruises already forming, and would suggest going out to show your new accessories off. Yall are the freakiest couple ever smh, literally will go out with you while you’re both covered in hickies and has the nerve to smile in people’s face, as if it’s the most normal thing in the world. 

A-Tom:  is too full of hormones and excitement to control himself, so if you’re ever uncomfortable, you’d have to push this kid off and tell him 'no’ or he’d be hella confused. He’d just grin at you, “okay, next time then, babe.” WILL NOT let you take your lips off his neck until you’ve properly kissed it, and hella proud when he looks in the mirror and sees the marks that you’ve left on him.

Yano:  if you’re a sucker for neck kisses, then he’d use that to his advantage and always teases you. So he’d take extra time and caution when kissing your neck, or anywhere, and makes sure to mark it up nicely so you’d always remember those moments shared by the both of you. Idk I see him as being sensitive, neck wise, and will turn to mush when he sees the slightest bruise on his neck- but he’d love it nonetheless.

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soldierjhwatson  asked:

Do you understand why they are keen on repeating things 3, 4, 5 times in a row this season? "Save John Watson", "Are you really a doctor, Dr. Watson?", "Anyone"... I'm sure the are other instances. What do you think of it?

Hi Lovely!

OMG sorry about the delay in a reply to this… BAH. Personally, I think it’s rather suspicious, and may be part of the false narrative that could be at play. Several of us got into a discussion awhile back before TFP aired that had us wondering if that there wasn’t some sort of hypnosis / suggestive wordplay à la Derren Brown style, both with the TD-12 drug AND now with “Eurus’” mind control ability. Derren Brown was able to convince REAL LIVE INNOCENT PEOPLE that they had robbed a bank just by the power of suggestion; I believe that there is something familiar at play here, where Culverton is able to hypnotise people using suggestive language (which is something that has ACTUALLY HAPPENED BEFORE with a Divorce Attorney and his clients). I think this is why Culverton was never caught for his crimes… he is able to talk his way out of situations. His method and “Eurus’” are similar in that regard.

And I think Mary is able to do a similar thing (given that I think she’s actually Eurus and Eurus is nothing but a figment), her essentially telling Sherlock OVER AND OVER AND OVER in her posthumous DVDs that in order to save John Sherlock needs to kill himself… and because Sherlock is so desperate for John’s attention and love and is easily guilt-ridden, it makes him vulnerable to her suggestions. Yes, her “death” was probably planned (though it conflicts with my John’s alibi theory, but I digress), and knew that Sherlock would be at a low point if John was blaming him. 

I don’t know, I’m still iffy about that theory, but I do believe that Mary is a master manipulator and getting what she wants.

So yes, I think the repetition is deliberate, as a way to “program” victims (ie. Sherlock and John) and have them against each other, I suppose. They are stronger together, but split them apart and they are both easier to take down and out.