i was given 'the look' while drawing


after taking me over thREE HECKIN WEEKS TO MAKE my first animation meme is finally done!! :0 chose to do Posin’ with Knockout and Breakdown since I thought it fit them well pffffftt. This was lots of fun to make (albeit really challenging too) and I’m really happy with the way this came out!! you can totally expect to see more of these from me in the future!!

*all proper credit/links to originals are given in the video’s description

“Draw me like one of your French...boy ?” - Jason Todd x Reader

I’ll never get tired of writing thing with Jason (the best Robin FIGHT ME ON THAT !). Hope you guys will like it :

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)


-Can you flex your back muscles please ? 

How could you just ask questions like that without even flinching ? Or blushing at least ? Err. Those were stupid questions, and the answer was very simple : you didn’t like him that way. For you, he was just a friend. Just a friend who accepted to get down in his underwear for you, so that you could practice anatomy. Totally normal. That’s what friends were for. Helping. 

-Great, thanks Jason. That’s great. Wait, turn just to your left a bit…yeah, perfect, thanks. Oh, do you want a blanket or something ? 

-No. No thanks. I’m fine. Just a…little swift of cold wind that’s all.

“Just a little swift of cold wind”. Yeah. Right. Your hand brushing his bicep when you angled his body like you wanted, that’s what made him shiver. But hell was he glad you thought it was because he was cold. 

You were just his friend. His extremely talented friend. His extremely talented friend he was in love with. Oh bugger, he was in for a treat…

It was very rare, that Jason found himself speechless. Or that he was afraid to ask a girl out. After all, like his father, Bruce Wayne, he was quite the ladies’ man.

He never found it hard to ask for someone’s number, or if they wanted to go get dinner with them. But with you ? Well, with you, it was different. And he didn’t really know why…Maybe because he was genuinely in love ? Because this time, if you said “no” to his date proposition, he had everything to loose ? 

You entered his life quite randomly. He was running in one of Gotham’s park and as he ran around it multiple times, his eyes couldn’t help but notice you, sitting in the grass with a sketchbook and a pencil…Especially because you kept staring at him when he was going by. 

Curiosity got the better of him, and after a seventeenth tour of the park, he stopped to stretch…right in front of you. And you kept staring, making him uncomfortable. He was never uncomfortable ! On the contrary, he liked when girls looked at him. He liked it a lot. But you…God he felt uneasy. 

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tricornking  asked:

I've been absolutely loving your Samurai Jack posts for months now. Your love and enthusiasm for the world and characters of the show is delightful and infectious. Given the thought you've put into the show, I had to ask: If Aku is the Eldritch master of darkness, what do you think the opposite of Aku would look like? A shapeshifting master of light, just as eldritch as Aku, just approaching it from the opposite side of things?

“Be not afraid.”

Correct me if I’m wrong, but I believe the opposite of a demon is a seraphim. (Thank you for the nice comments ;<;)

HD ver. | song I was listening to while drawing this

Baby it's all a Game

Originally posted by bwipsul

Taehyung x reader

High school au/Angst/slight smut

Mentions of marijuana and drinking

based on a real life story

Word count: 8.2k

Part 1/?

There is only one person you had your eyes on ever since you started high school, and he will never be yours. Not now, not ever. Your feet are grounded to the floor, just as the game ended as you watched his girl wearing jersey running up to him for a hug, and slowly you felt your heart begin to shatter.

You could see him smiling as his hands were wrapped around her waist, securely and filled up to joy as she screamed happily for the final football game. Your school won by a landslide, by him running toward the end goal in victory, pandemonium breaking out from the bleachers as the other team lost. But you’re here, not having the enjoyment of the win  or any of the excitement as you watch the couple. He’s swinging her around in his arms, laughing with his honey sweet voice and kissing her from her forehead and her cheeks, her lips, her nose, from the ecstasy he’s experiencing. That was when your first heartbreak destroyed you, ruining your weak heart, and the first time you felt like crushed diamonds and broken into pieces.

Kim Taehyung will never be yours.

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~Kindergarten teacher! Laurent~

This literally has no name, just the description of the AU lol

Anyway, can anyone link me to the post that discussed this AU? Because I can’t remember whose it is and my stupid ass didn’t save it anywhere!!!

Update: found the post

Okay now, enjoy:


“Are you ready for the kindergarten class coming in today?”

Nikandros’s voice snapped Damen out of his thoughts.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” he said, giving Nikandros an apologetic look.

He sighed crossing his arms. “I was asking about the kindergarten class that’s coming today,” he repeated patiently.

Damen nodded, smiling faintly. “Yeah, it should be fun.”

Nikandros huffed. “I wonder who is the suicidal maniac who decided to bring a bunch of kids into a museum. And you share the insanity with that person - how can babysitting ever be fun, Damen?”

“Unlike you, Nik, kids like me. I’ll have fun and so will they.” Damen glared at Nikandros determinedly.

He just laughed, shaking his head. “I admire you, Damen. I’m sure you’ll make it.”

There was a pause. Damen really didn’t like the look that Nikandros was giving him.

“What is it?” Damen asked suspiciously.

“You were pretty distant a moment ago. I’m just wondering what was on your mind.”

Damen narrowed his eyes at Nikandros. “I wasn’t thinking about anything special…”

“Were you thinking about your blond neighbor?”

Heat quickly rushed to Damen’s face. “Why would I be–?”

“He did something again, didn’t he? Come on, you can tell me,” Nikandros said with a smile.

Damen sighed. He admired Nikandros’s patience. Damen had been ranting about the frigid blond by the name of Laurent ever since he’d become Damen’s next door neighbor a month ago.

Their worst encounter was when Laurent told Damen off for trying to bring a date to his apartment.

Nikandros claimed that Laurent was just jealous, but Damen believed that he was just displaying his inability to mind his own business.

Either way, Damen hadn’t been able to shut up about Laurent ever since.

“He shoved me,” Damen said, recalling that morning’s event. “He glared at me, didn’t even seem sorry. He just looked pissed as always.” Damen huffed. Just thinking about the blond made him angry. “He’s just so unpleasant all the time…”

Nikandros slapped Damen on the shoulder, chuckling. “I suggest you to get him out of your head and focus on your task. And don’t forget to have fun,” he said, adding a hint of sarcasm.

Damen nodded with a smile. He took a deep breath and opened the door.

But before he walked out into the lobby, he caught a glimpse of a blond head. Damen stopped in his track and stared.

“It’s Laurent,” he blurted out.

Nikandros frowned. He approached Damen and observed the scene over his shoulder.

“That’s Laurent?” He asked.

“That’s Laurent,” Damen replied.

That’s Laurent?”

That’s Laurent.”

They both went silent.

“Well, he doesn’t look like the Devil,” said Nikandros.

“I suppose not,” Damen muttered.

At the moment, Laurent really didn’t look like the Devil at all. The weirdest thing was that Laurent was smiling. It took Damen completely by surprise and he felt the need to remember every detail of Laurent’s curved lips, so that he could have that image in his head the next time Laurent throws him poisonous looks.

Laurent got all the children to line up in record time. They were being handed their tickets to keep.

Damen felt Nikandros poke him in his ribs. “You should go. Don’t keep them waiting.”

Damen shot him a glare before walking out. He greeted the children and then dared to glance at Laurent. He seemed to be experiencing the same shock that Damen was experiencing a few minutes ago.

Damen was glad that his own shock had passed and that he could be the chill one for once.

And so they started their tour. Damen talked about Hellenism and Greek mythology. He realized quickly that this wouldn’t be exhausting at all, despite the amount of children in a small space.

They were all well-behaved, never interrupted him, except for questions after politely raising their hand. And still they subtly chatted and giggled.

Laurent seemed to be glowing. He had a small smile on his face the whole time. Damen felt odd about it, he hadn’t seen Laurent smile before at all and now he was able to see it for a rather long period of time.

One boy stood out from the others and Damen soon learned that that was his goal. To stand out and attract attention.

His name was Nicaise. He seemed to be waging a war with Laurent, but the boy clearly had no means of outsmarting him.

Whenever Nicaise tried to do something stupid, he was cut off by Laurent asking him to repeat what Damen had just said.

And as much as Nicaise tried to look uninterested, he knew the answer every time.

Then the kids were given the task to draw their favourite myth. There was a bit more noise while they did it, but they made no problems, not even Nicaise.

Damen found himself standing next to Laurent. Neither of them spoke at first.

Then after taking a deep breath, Damen blurted out, “Well, who knew…?”

“Who knew that I wasn’t a pretentious prick as you thought?” Laurent finished the sentence for Damen.

He must have noticed Damen’s surprised expression because he just smiled bitterly and added, “Don’t worry, I speak from personal experience.”

Damen didn’t want to deny that he thought that about Laurent. It would have been a lie, although Damen’s opinion was slowly changing.

“You’re great at this. The kids love you. You must really love your job,” Damen said.

The small, sincere smile was back on Laurent’s lips. “I do. This is something I am actually good at.”

Damen didn’t say anything. He found himself lost in Laurent’s eyes.

Until Laurent met his gaze.

“I could say the same for you, though. Who knew that a playboy like you was in love with the art of Ancient Greece?”

Damen felt himself flush. “I’m not a playboy…” he muttered.

“Of course not,” Laurent said cockily.

“I’m really nor,” Damen said with a lot more confidence. “Let me show you.”

Laurent arched an eyebrow, crossing his arms. “Show me?”

“Let me take you out,” Damen said.

For a moment Laurent seemed impressed, though he didn’t let it last. “On a date?”

“Of course. What else.”

Laurent pursed his lip. He did his best not to smile. “I’ll think about it,” he said coolly.

While the kids were getting ready to leave, Damen saw Nicaise approach Laurent.

He crouched and let Nicaise whisper something in his ear.

Then his pale cheeks went slightly red and he stood up. “Don’t make me put you in time-out,” he said to Nicaise.

But Nicaise didn’t leave it at that. He left Laurent and walked over to Damen.

Nicaise handed him a piece of paper. ‘Laurent’s number,” he said sharply.

Damen took the paper and stared at it, then at Nicaise. “Thank you…”

Then the boy tugged on Damen’s shirt. Nicaise was too short to tug on Damen’s collar, but he did his best to be intimidating.

But, you better be nice. If you hurt him, I’ll kill you.”

Damen just smiled at that. He ruffled Nicaise’s hair, who wasn’t very delighted by it. “Don’t worry, I’ll be nice,” Damen assured.

Nicaise huffed and returned to the rest of the class.

Before leaving, Laurent glanced at Damen and waved.

For the first time since they met, Damen couldn’t wait to see Laurent again.

Handwriting 2/2

I said I would write a Steve POV for this and then kind of forgot? Well, I finally remembered, so here it is!

I just reblogged part one, but you can find it here.

4200 words, watch for the cut!

When he was growing up, writing on the skin was a difficult prospect. He’d been taught that it was rude to write anywhere that might show up in an embarrassing place for his soulmate. Arms, hands, even lower legs and the tops of the feet were out, but writing anywhere that was covered by clothing was lewd and shameful. What if his soulmate had taken her shirt off one night and found his name written on her chest or thighs? The very idea had been enough to make his teenage-self flush in shameful arousal and had led to more than one embarrassing situation.

The compromise had been the bottom of the feet. His mom wrote his name for him the first, spelled out in flowing letters from his heel to the bottom of his toes on his left foot. It had tickled and she’d only been able to write a letter at a time so he could stop and giggle. She’d ended up sitting on him so he couldn’t accidentally wiggle out of her grip half-way through, and when she’d finished he had to sit with his foot on the window sill to let the ink dry.

“Now your solemate will know your name,” his mom had teased, tickling his opposite foot until he was shrieking with laughter. He didn’t get the pun until many years later when he’d learned to spell.

He’d checked his opposite foot every few minutes those first couple of days, waiting for another name to appear. Everyone knew that soul ink didn’t start manifesting until after soulmates had touched skin-to-skin, so playing tag at school took on a new context that Steve had found a little cruel. Mostly it was the boys chasing after the girls, while the girls tried to escape. Steve had never been very good at running anyways, so he’d ended up helping the girls hide while he’d misdirected the boys’ efforts around the playground.

Still, he continued to check his right foot every night, and when the ink started to fade, he’d trace over the letters again and again.

By the time he made it to high school, writing his name on his foot had become a habit as much as combing his hair or tying his shoes. By then, his classmates had started flouting the rules – names would appear in small writing on palms or wrists, and Steve had once seen Mary Lewis edge up her skirt so she could write on the inside of her thigh, right there in class. Anyone who was caught with visible ink got lines or cleaning duty, but that didn’t stop them. Bucky ended up in detention for a whole month when he’d taken a paint brush to write “HELLO SWEET THING” all the way up his left forearm in thick, tall letters.  

A few of his classmates paired off and used their soul ink to pass notes back and forth in class, and Steve would feel the bottom of his foot tingling whenever he caught one of them at it.

After his mom died, he’d covered his entire chest in ink – doodles, words, meaningless slashes of thick lines over his ribs and across his heart. No one wrote back, but Bucky had walked into the room and caught him at it one day. It was a private thing, and almost as bad as someone catching him touching himself like that, but Steve had just forced himself to straighten up and let his shirt hang open so Bucky could see the ruin he’d made of his skin. Bucky hadn’t said a thing, just set his fingertips on the messy scrawl of ‘Where are you?’ and then pulled Steve’s shirt closed and did up the buttons.


The USO tour had been a different kind of thing. He’d been in the dressing room with the girls every night, and once they’d gotten used to him, they hadn’t been shy about taking their clothes off with him hiding behind a dressing screen trying to get into or out of his tights.

Some of the girls had a lot of ink. Lisa’s torso was painted from just under the line of her ribs to the crease of her hipbones, and Annabel had a permanent tattoo on the sole of her left foot. The other girls had called her brave and giggled with her when she’d shown them all, and Steve should have looked away because ink was private, but he’d been so stunned by the very idea of a permanent tattoo (on a dame no less) that he’d just stared at her with his mouth hanging open.

“You’re such a boy, Steve Rogers,” she’d said, nudging his hip with her tattooed foot. “I just got tired of writing it over and over, so I figured this was better.”

“Who would even do that for you?” he’d babbled to the laughter of the girls around him.

“I did it, silly,” Annabel had said, and then had given him a sly look and asked, “You want one?”

Steve had turned about seven shades of red and got himself out of the dressing room as fast as he could without hurting anyone.

It hadn’t taken long for the girls to find out that he was an artist. By the end of the tour he’d been writing and drawing on them by request, all the while aware that his mother would have had a heart attack if she’d caught him putting ink on a lady who wasn’t his soulmate. She’d have gone apoplectic if she’d walked into that one hotel room in Minnesota with Steve sprawled on a squeaky bed in nothing but his shorts with six girls drawing on his skin.


The Army was another brand of different. They didn’t have ink just lying around, but that wasn’t about stop the guys from writing lewd messages on themselves. After better than a year with the choir girls, Steve had lost all of his shyness about ink, and their early attempts to shock him with their writing had only escalated when he hadn’t responded with the shock they’d expected.

The Howling Commandos used charcoal mostly, or campfire ash. If one of the guys fell asleep on watch, whoever found him would scrawl all over his face and then kick his ass awake. Steve mostly turned a blind eye to it, even that time that they’d found a stash of Nazi liquor and gotten rip-roaring drunk. Dum Dum had come up with the bright idea to strip naked and write Suck It on his cock with the fountain pen they’d found in the base commander’s desk. Dum Dum had been sore and itchy for days afterward and Steve hadn’t felt a bit of pity for him.

He hadn’t found it quite as funny when Bucky had wrestled him to the ground and wrote I won’t give away my sniper’s nest in the goddamned field like a fucking idiot all over his chest.

“Don’t blaspheme on my skin, Buck,” Steve had tried to protest, but his soulmate could be a person of faith, but he’d just gotten another goddamn fucking idiot for his efforts, and really, he’d deserved it.


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Bucky x Reader - Welcome Home

Summary - Random Drabble. Bucky came home late from a long and tiring mission and when the reader wakes up, they enjoy each other’s company.

Word Count - 597

Warnings - None.

A/N - This is a repost because it kept glitching on my laptop. 

Originally posted by stuckwithbuck

When you woke up in the morning, you were cold; your personal heater was on a mission and had been for the past two weeks and still hadn’t returned home. The bed was empty and his side of the bed was left the same way it was when you had fallen asleep the previous night. You finally decided to have a coffee before facing the day.

Dragging yourself towards the kitchen of your shared apartment, you heard movement coming from the joint living room, caused by something to someone. You saw Bucky sprawled out on the couch. He must’ve come home late. Seeing him sleeping peacefully put a small smile on your face.

Instead of making coffee, like you had originally planned, you padded over to the couch and lovingly looked down on your beautiful boyfriend; eyes closed, limbs everywhere, chestnut hair all around his face, and still in his sweaty and dirty clothes. On your couch. Clean couch.

You started to take off Bucky’s damp, unneeded clothes. Starting with his shoes, you untied them and pulled them off, putting them by the leg of the chair, you took off his socks, and jacket, which he must have been in the process of taking off before falling unconscious because it was hanging off his left arm and his right arm was completely out of it. Carefully and slowly, you took off Bucky’s gloves, but you tripped a little and he stirred.

Before you could walk away to leave him to sleep, he caught your hand and yanked you back. Almost falling on top of him, you laughed at Bucky’s half asleep smirk. He wrapped his arms around the small of your back and pulled you down, at the same time leaning up to peck you on the lips.

You smiled down on him and held his metal hand in yours and started swinging it in the air. “Why didn’t you come to bed, James?” He sat up and grinned at you when he heard his first name. You were the only person who could call him by his first name without being seriously threatened, “I missed you.” You reached up and cupped his bruised cheek, he leaned into your touch.

“You was asleep, Doll,” you smiled softly at the nickname you had been given from the moment you two met, “I didn’t want to wake you up,” he pulled you down to sit on his lap, “you looked so peaceful,” you laid your head on his chest. You hummed happily as he started to draw circles on your neck with his flesh hand, metal one still holding yours, “so perfect.” Bucky kissed your hands and sleepily grinned at you.

You nudged his legs with your toe, telling Bucky to move. He shifted to laying down again, but left a little space beside him for you; sighing in contentment you laid back on his chest, while your legs tangled with his.

You listened to the sound of his heart beat, his breathing, smiled to yourself. “I love you, James.” You nuzzled your face into his chest. Beginning to drift off to sleep, he started running his fingers through your hair. Just before you slipped back into a, most likely, dreamless slumber, you heard him mumble his slurred reply.

“I love you, too, (Y/N),” Bucky kissed your hair lightly and began dozing off himself, his hand still holding yours, “I love you so much, Doll.” You smiled as you fell asleep, knowing that the two of you shared a love that would last a lifetime, maybe two.

{Reaction} EXO's child walking in on them talking about sex

(Reaction) EXO is babysitting their kids and they over hear their dad talking about sex with their mom (reader) to the fellow members {pretty please.}

Note: Ahh this was very fun! I hope you enjoy~ Fighting! Admin Mami x

Disclaimer: I don’t own the gifs/ images used.

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Park Chanyeol

Originally posted by sehunniez

Chanyeol spoke proudly to Kyungsoo in the kitchen about your previous night. His eyes glinted with mischief as he lead against the counter while Kyungsoo moved around the kitchen, cooking up some dinner for Chanyeol,  your daughter and himself. But what the pair weren’t aware of, was the small girl stood in the doorway, listening to the tail end of the conversation.

Chanyeol: “Hopefully she’ll be pregnant again, I’ve wanted another one since {child’s name} was born-”

{Child}: “So that’s what you were giggling about this morning! Mummy is going to have another baby? Isn’t that when you share a toothbrush and then a baby goes in your tummy? I’m never sharing mine, ever!”

Chanyeol: “Uh yeah… That’s how it works, sweetheart.” *nervously fidgeting as Kyungsoo smirks to his expense, Chanyeol heard Kyungsoo mutter a small “karma” as the noodles began to boil.*

Do Kyungsoo/ D.O.

Originally posted by jonginssoo

Kyungsoo usually doesn’t talk about this kind of thing with his friends, but on the rare occasion that the topic was brought up, he decided to talk through it with one of his trusty friends, Kai. The two of them talked of their own experiences, until they heard a voice coming in the room.

Kai: “Sounds like you had fun last night”

{Child}: “Yes they did, they were bouncing on the bed or something. I could hear it from my bedroom.”

Kyungsoo: *Scarred for life and will probably never talk about sex again unless he knows no children are around to hear about it.*

Byun Baekhyun

Originally posted by yixingofficial

Like Chanyeol, his night had been one that he was hoping for another child. He talked about it proudly with Minseok as the child stepped inside, he started to blush as his child started to question him on the topic.

{Child}: “So you were making a baby? How do you make a baby?”

Baekhyun: “Well… you need some… ingredients.”

{Child}: “Ingredients? Like vitamin D?”

Baekhyun: “Yeah, pretty much.”

Oh Sehun

Originally posted by damnitsehun

Sehun grinned as he talked to his band members about yours and his previous night, he grinned accentuating how amazing it was when he saw his child walk inside and stopped immediately, but apparently he hadn’t been quick enough to shut up, because the child sat down and looked at him with those innocent, wondering eyes.

Sehun: “It was just so good.”

{Child}: “Daddy what’s good?”

Your child would be the biggest meme, just like their father oml

Zhang Yixing/ Lay

Originally posted by ethereal-baek

Yixing explained to Baekhyun about your night alone. Your child had been staying with Baekhyun for the night as this had been planned since you were both hoping for another child. But Yixing obviously hadn’t been as quiet as he thought he had been, though it was a good thing the child had an imaginative mind.

{Child}: “Daddy I can’t believe you wrestled Mummy! I hope you have her a plaster if you hurt her.”

Kim Jongdae/ Chen

Originally posted by jikain

Jongdae cringed as he heard his daughter enter the room as he slipped that you may or may not be having a baby to one of his friends and that he’d really made sure he gave you his all. Literally.

Jongdae: “It’s not something you have to worry about baby-”

“But how does the baby get in there? I thought they were brought by Leprechauns.”

Kim Minseok/ Xiumin

Originally posted by secrethideoutme

Yours and Minseok’s child is a little older, and is old enough to realise that your significant other is talking about his sex life with his friends when they enter the room, looking appalled.

“Dad! I can’t believe you - you’re so old! I- My friends better not hear about this! I never want to hear about this again!”

Huang Zitao/ Tao

Originally posted by zitao-vevo

Tao doesn’t have much awareness, so when he starts talking to Kris about your sex life, he doesn’t even consider that your young child might come into the room at any given moment. But of course, karma isn’t far behind, and it strikes in one of the worst possible times.

{Child}: “Daddy what’s a dildo?”

Tao: “How about I let Uncle Kris explain that to you while I go and get some tea.” *Dashes out the room.”

Kris: “Oi!”

Kim Junmyeon/ Suho

Originally posted by oh-prankster

Junmyeon stopped talking as your child came and sat in the room with her notepad and pens. She was drawing something, and Junmyeon exchanged relieved glances with Yixing as he thought you may have overheard what you were saying. The child looked up, they may not have heard the conversation, but they did hear something the night before.

{Child}: “Daddy, why does Mummy call you Daddy too?”

Suho: “I-… Well-… oh honey that’s a lovely picture, what is it?” *Nervous as Yixing is giggling in the background*

Lu Han

Originally posted by harlysquad

Luhan chuckled, explaining that he and you may have been a little too loud a couple of nights ago while getting frisky in the bedroom to Sehun. He thought he had got away with it, your child hadn’t mentioned anything about it. But of course, that silence was never going to last.

{Child}: “I know why Mummy and Daddy were making strange noises, it’s because they were sad because it’s Friday the thirteenth and that’s unlucky”

Luhan: “There’s nothing unlucky about Friday the thirteenth,baby, it’s just a silly superstition”

{Child}: “Really? Because I heard Mummy being sick in the toilet this morning, isn’t that unlucky?”

Luhan: *Makes a mental note to buy a pregnancy test*

Kim Jongin/ Kai

Originally posted by kaibility

Jongin talked with Chanyeol about the night you had spent together loudly in the living room, his eyes glinting as he mentioned that you may finally be pregnant again. But as Chanyeol was in the middle of congratulating him, a small voice entered the room, making Kai’s cheeks flush with embarrassment.

{Child}: “Why are there things that women can do that men can’t? Like, Mummy is probably going to have a baby since I just heard you talking, but why can’t men have babies?”

Kai: “Well…. I- uh”

{Child}: “Because I’d rather be able to grow a mustache or a beard than have a baby. Besides, you can remove a mustache, you can’t remove a baby”

Kai: “Trust me honey, it’s tempting.”

Wu Yifan/ Kris

Originally posted by holymotherlandkorea

Yifan had to explain to his child that you and him were “playing games” in the bed last night, like twister and bouncy castles, just so they didn’t know the truth behind those bed squeaking noises and the sounds of both of you in unimaginable pleasure. He fiddles with his hands, hoping his child believed his story.

{Child}: “So that’s what you were doing last night. I knew you were doing something in bed. But why wasn’t I invited? I like playing games too.”

Kris: “It’s a special game honey… I also need to make a mental note to sound proof these rooms.”

anonymous asked:

Girl, please give me like a Tarzan au with Cat as Jane finding Kara in the jungle and then Kara showing Cat the trees and Cat teaching her how to speak. NC x

This is as AU-ISH as it can be, probably crack-ish too.

What Cat notices first, surprisingly enough, isn’t that the girl is practically naked, no.

She doesn’t actually linger on the strange loincloth made of a few banana leaves and maintained low on the waist by what looks like a sturdy liana and she doesn’t even glance at the visible breast that is barely covered by a few long strands of dirty blond hair.

What Cat sees first, in all the oddity of the moment, is a pair of incredibly bright blue eyes that reminds her of a spring morning sky. It evokes a whole new world to her, one made of a cloudless azure or a quiet sea somewhere around the islands made of white sand and coconuts trees.
It’s exotic and new and she finds herself drawn to those wild eyes, lost in a face that is all sharp edges despite the round and somehow childish features.

The stranger doesn’t move but something sparkles in her eyes that isn’t fear, not exactly. Cat figures she should try to move but she is scared she will make the stranger run if she does so instead, she chooses to speak.
“Hello there,” She starts and her voice is soft and low, like the one she uses when she talks to her sweet little boy. “My name is Cat, and I am very pleased to meet you. Can you tell me your name?”

She sees the stranger tilts her head to the side right after the questioning accent on the last word. The bright blue eyes sparkle and shine but the weariness is still here, floating around the azure irises. Cat finally takes in the rest of the stranger’s body, the muscles and the nerves showing of everywhere, the sun-tanned, dirty skin and the scars, here and there, that didn’t heal properly.

“Do you not have a name?” She gently asks again, not moving from her position against the trunk of a tree and trying not to look down from the branch she is standing on, for fear of realizing how far down the ground is.

The stranger tilts her head on the other side this time and Cat briefly thinks of a puppy, a curious looking puppy listening to a new command and trying to figure out what is expected of him. Cat wonders how old the strange woman is but the dirt on her face, hair and body makes it hard for her to guess and the eyes, so ever blue, are both so old and yet so young she can’t rely on them. She can only drown.

“Cat,” She tries, pointing a finger towards her chest. She used to do that to try to get Carter to say mommy and it worked. It took over a year but it worked, so she figures it can work in her current situation as well.

The stranger looks at her hand and then at her face and slowly, very slowly, she relaxes enough to put her full weight on her feet and legs. She stands crouched on the floor, like an animal but Cat doesn’t find it that strange.
She thinks maybe, the limits of what she considers normal are being pushed and her vision of the world is being shook, and it pleases her.

The stranger raises a hand and points it towards Cat, before opening her mouth and Cat holds her breath in anticipation.

The voice is deep and gravelly and even though the name only has three letters, it’s hatched and laboriously pronounced. Cat wonders if it’s the first time the stranger ever talks and her heart aches a little for that woman who seems to have survived alone on this island for God only knows how many years. She wants to know the story behind the azure eyes of this woman who carries herself like an animal.

“Cat,” She repeats and then she turns her hand towards the stranger and simply stares, waiting to see if something happens.

The woman’s brows furrow but eventually, she turns her wrist to point towards her own naked chest and Cat thinks she sees a hint of thoughtfulness in the blue eyes.


It’s a guttural way to blurt two syllables but Cat gasps softly, thrilled by the progress they have made in such a short time.

Then she smiles and repeats, slowly “Kara”

Kara, since it seems to be her name, tilts her head on the left and then, her lips part and move to form what could only be described as a grimace but Cat knows, she just knows it’s meant to be a smile.

Kara is a fast learned and Cat is sometimes a little in awe with how clever the woman in the jungle is. She has learned the rudiments of the English language is less than two weeks and she is starting to form full sentences, despite a few mistakes here and there.

“Where is you from?” Kara asks one morning, her voice a little more smooth than before, and she glances down at an illustrated book showing various species of felines.

“Where are you from?” Cat corrects a little absentmindedly as she tries to sketch a portrait of the girl. She is sitting in a soft and comfortable armchair outside of the tent they had been using as an improvised school for the past few days. The charcoal in her hands it a little thin, about to break and it annoys her because she is practically done.

“I was born in England, in a city called London but I traveled quite a lot since then, I now live in America, in a town called National City,” She answers after having rectified the line of Kara’s shoulders.

The woman doesn’t move like a human yet, far from it actually, but Cat notices she seems to straighten a little when they are together. She still runs on her four limbs, much like a monkey, but when she manages to stay still for a few minutes, she almost sits down in what would be considered an appropriate position for a young child.

“America,” Kara repeats, struggling a little with the letter m. She tries the word again and this time, she seems satisfied with how it sounds because there is this grimace again, etched on her features. It still has a long way to go to become a real smile but Cat has become somehow fond of the strange gesture.

“Yes, America. It’s a big continent …” Cat trails off and Kara looks at her with her head tilted, like an actual puppy. “Here, don’t move. I will get a book to show you a map of the world.”

She stands, slowly enough not to startle Kara and then moves to enter the tent. She is still careful to avoid any kind of too sudden movements because Kara is easily spooked away.

When she comes back outside, she finds Kara looming over her sketch and she is relieved when she notices it is still intact.
Kara, whose curiosity seems limitless, has this tendency to touch everything and anything and while it’s quite normal given the circumstances, it is very frustrating for her to find broken items and smeared lines in books and various pieces of paper.

“This is me,” Kara states as she points a finger to designate the aforementioned sketch.

“Yes, it is you. I am trying to draw you,” Cat explains and she smiles, before walking towards a nearby table to open the atlas.

Kara comes to her sides and since she is still not standing up properly, she isn’t tall enough to look at the book. Cat is about to help her to a chair when Kara gathers her limbs, tenses her muscle and then jumps on the table, landing in one fluid movement that barely makes the wooden piece of furniture creak.

“This is a book,” Kara states again as she tilts her head to study the double pages displaying the world.

Cat blinks a few time and then nods, choosing not to say anything about posture and appearances. She figures she will have time to teach Kara some manners later.
“Yes, this is an atlas. It’s a special kind of book that only contains different sorts of maps, to allow us to know where a place is,” She explains and she turns the book so Kara doesn’t have to read it upside down. “Here is this big lot of islands called Great Britain, in the continent called Europe …”

Cat explains some geography to Kara and to her surprise, the woman seems genuinely interested. She asks questions and moves a dirty finger along the travel lines Cat showed her and she repeats the name of the countries, of the towns and she even remembers the boats.

A few hours later, Kara is back on the floor next to the armchair and she seems enraptured in the felines while Cat is reading a book.

“Who is Carter?” Kara suddenly asks and Cat’s head snaps up, both in surprise and confusion.
Kara’s eyes are incredibly blue under the bright light of the late afternoon and the look in them is intense.

“Where did you hear that name?” She asks back, because she knows she never mentioned her son to Kara before.

Kara seems to think for a few seconds but then she trots towards a tent and brings back a wooden frame with the black and white picture of a young boy displayed in the oval shape.

“I … re-ad it,” Kara explains as she puts her finger on the golden plaque under the photography, where the name is carved in elegant black letters. She struggles with the word and it comes off hatched and unsure but Cat just gapes at her, dumbfounded and speechless. Kara starts to fidget with her hair under her gaze and it finally brings Cat out of her awed silence.

“You know how to read?” She half-asks, half-wonders out loud because it seems so impossible and yet.

“I teached myself. With a book?” Kara doesn’t sound sure but the look in her eyes is clear and a little happy as well.

Cat doesn’t even correct her on her mistake before praising the young woman enthusiastically.

The bath is something Cat almost regrets suggesting in the first place but when she takes in the sight of a clean Kara, with her glowing sun-kissed hair falling is soft waves upon the tanned clean skin of her shoulders and chest, she forgets about how hard the whole experience had been.

“I don’t like baths,” Kara grumbles and Cat chuckles at how dejected the woman looks. The blue eyes are a shade darker than usual and there is an honest to god pout etched on her glossy pink lips.

“Well, maybe you do but you also smell better, trust me,” Cat retorts and Kara narrows her eyes at her, already understanding that there is a sassy jab hidden behind the words.
Cat has discovered, during the past six weeks, that Kara is in fact very astute, clever and perfectly able to sense the different tones and double meaning behind Cat’s not so innocent words sometimes.

“You are saying I was stinking before,” Kara accuses and she isn’t smiling, she looks a little upset even. Cat swallows the burst of laughter that threaten to escape her lips and simply offers a smile instead, a gentle one.

They wander off in Cat’s camp and Kara makes herself comfortable, nested in the seat of an armchair with a book. Cat marvels at how fast Kara is learning but as she watches the woman turn the pages of the novel, her eyes linger a little.

Kara is beautiful, it’s something Cat had always suspected despite the dirt and the strange attitude.
She’s tall when she stands up, broad shoulders, strong arms, defined abs caught in a thin waist, muscular legs and her skin has this natural, healthy glow of one that has spent much time under the sun.
Her long hair, now clean and free from all the branches and leaves that had been caught in there for who knows how long, is of a golden sun color that sparkle and gleam underneath the sunlight and Cat follows the strands that cascade around Kara’s features, stopping on the half-hidden breast Kara still refuses to cover despite Cat’s best attempts.

A blush rushes to her cheeks and she looks away quickly, busying herself with a book of her own.

“Does Carter like birds?” Kara asks, a few hours later as she closes her book and leaves the armchair. She doesn’t quite walk like a human yet but she has learned to move on her two legs only and while it doesn’t look natural, it’s still better than her previous way to move.

Cat smiles softly and nods. She misses her little boy but she had been promised a fortune for her exploration book and she loves the thrill of adventure too much to feel too guilty about leaving her 7 years old son at home with his nanny.

“He does indeed, why do you ask?” Cat tilts her head to the side and put down her book on her lap, watching as Kara seems to gather her thoughts.

“Do you want to come see the birds? You could … draw some, for him?” Kara asks, sounding hopeful, and something warm and soft rises inside of Cat’s chest.

“I would like that very much,” She accepts the offer and she is stunned to see a smile grace Kara’s lips. A genuine, true smile, far away from that grimace Cat knows she will miss a little but for now, Kara’s entire face is glowing from that smile, it’s raw and pure and as intense as the sunlight.

It doesn’t take long before she finds herself clinging to Kara’s body as the woman climbs along a liana, taking them up, up, up and away.

When they emerge from the densest part of the foliage, Kara gently puts her down on a large and solid branch and she moves a finger to her lips to indicate they must be quiet. Cat nods softly and then looks around.

Her eyes widen at the incredible spectacle she witnesses. Everywhere, on every branch, every liana and every edge available, there are birds, of every size and every colors and she counts at least two dozen of different species.
She didn’t notice before because she was focused on not thinking about the height but the air is buzzing with the sounds of bird tweeting and chirping and it’s so beautiful she feels tears fall on her cheeks, happy ones.

A hand comes to brush the salted drops away and a palm, strangely soft for belonging to someone who had spent most of their life in the jungle, presses against her cheek. It’s warm and gentle, kind.

Cat looks up to find Kara’s face barely an inch away from hers and her breath catches in her throat.

She doesn’t know, in this moment, if she is surprised or hopeful or scared, or all three of the above, but when Kara tentatively leans forward, Cat doesn’t turn her head away.

Masquerade 2.1: The Birth of Red Mask

Nothing changes people more than other people. 

These 2.somethings will consist of little drabbles related to the characters in Masquerade II. (Mostly, Red Mask, because he is a complex character and there is still a lot to tell about his story, but the other characters will probably get their own drabbles eventually too ^_^)

If you haven’t already, please read Masquerade II first !!

Summary: Join Red Mask in this flashback to find out what exactly happened in his past that led him to become the very alluring man we had grown to love so dearly. 

Park Jimin ft. other characters

High school au

Some fluff, some smut, a bit of comedy, a bit of angst

A/N: I made this drabble in first person so hopefully it’s not a bit weird. It’ll be told from Jimin’s POV because I wanted you all to get a little bit deeper inside his head and hear his hopefully somewhat relatable inner monologues, so I decided to stray from my usual POV style. Please read it as if you were listening to Jimin telling you this story! Enjoy! ^_^

Originally posted by 9taefox

            I wasn’t always Red Mask.

           Contrary to what I made everyone believe, I wasn’t always this charming, good looking, attractive, sexy, incredibly skilled –

           “PARK JIMIN, please get on with your flashback!”

           You get the gist.

           I wasn’t always the person that you’ve all met. In fact, I was pretty much different. I was naive and gullible. Unconfident and timid.

           Back in my younger days, I didn’t think much about love. Love and relationships, to me, were just some sort of rite of passage. Everybody would get love. Everybody that was older than me was in a relationship. And one day soon, it was going to be my turn.

           Love to me back then was probably what most children envisioned. The passion, the romance, the butterflies, the awkward moments that end up being romantic and cute anyway. The perfect girl was someone whose hair billowed in nonexistent wind when she walked into the room, and she would flash you a smile that would stop your world for a few seconds. And when your eyes locked, you both would know that you two were destined for each other.

           Love to me seemed so simple.

           Once two people liked each other, that was that. Happily ever after!

           So I fell in “love” constantly. I use quotation marks because who, at such a young age, could truly say they were in love with someone they hardly knew? Someone they fantasized about; someone they saw through a beauty filter; someone who they thought was perfect.

           I had many, many crushes. And while I was always a proponent of nice guys being the best choice, it never turned out that way.

           I was just average in all fields. I didn’t stand out particularly. I was decent looking, but not enough to turn heads. I still possessed some of my baby fat and I later found that that made me look more childish than attractive to others. While all the girls were sweet and friendly to me, I soon realized it was because I was harmless to them.

           They didn’t even consider me an option.

           I was always, always friend-zoned.

           But I didn’t give up. No, I just stepped up my game. I found things I was good at– dancing, drawing, singing– and I tried to use that to my advantage.

           You could say Red Mask was born from the culmination of rejections and excuses that I was given throughout my years. Every time I heard “I’m sorry I don’t think of you like that” or an “Oh you’re a great friend Jimin, but I don’t have feelings for you” or my favorite one, “Oh no. I really like your friend…does he know that you like me? Can you put in a good word for me?”, I began losing my ideals and beliefs about love. That foolish yet elusive feeling.

           I became frustrated. What was I lacking? What was not good enough about me? People who I considered less talented and less good looking than me were getting girlfriends, why was I asking all the wrong ones out? Why wouldn’t anyone give me a chance??

           But then in high school, someone finally did.

           Let’s call her Temptress.

           Because she was seduction personified. She was one of the girls that bloomed early and filled in her uniform well. She walked with dignified confidence, with her large chest out and a bright smile. She knew that the boys went crazy when she smoothed her fingers through her hair, and she would lock eyes with you if you were staring, just to fluster you. Even the girls befriended her out of envy.

           She was the alpha female of my class.

           And like most of the guys in the school, I immediately fell for her.

           I gave her homework when and if she forgot it, which was often. I let her copy off my tests just so she would flash me one of her smiles and nudge me while saying, “Thanks, stud!”. I literally melted into my seat whenever she called me that.

           Eventually, I confessed that I liked her, expecting to get rejected of course, but I just couldn’t hold my feelings in anymore.

           "I like you!“ I yelled as I handed her a bouquet of roses.

           She smiled sweetly and took the flowers out of my grip. I perked up expectantly.

           "Jimin.” she called as she cupped my chin with one hand so I could look up at her.

           I gulped. “Yes?”

           "Have you ever been with a girl?“

           I, of course, being the honest, innocent kid I was, shook my head. "Never.”

           "So you’ve never…kissed anyone before?“

           She traced my lips with her delicate fingers and my heart was racing faster than an ambulance at this point. No girl had ever been this close to me, much less touched my face. It was almost always a light smack on the shoulder as a sign of gratitude or a reflex if they were laughing at something funny.

           "N-n-no.” I stammered foolishly and then mentally kicked myself for being so uncool.

           "Aww…“ she pouted. "Poor Jiminnie.”

           She leaned closer to my face, and I can honestly remember my eyes bulging out of its sockets. I wasn’t prepared. Yes, I had fantasized kissing girls more often than I’d like to admit, and in middle school, I embarrassingly tried teaching myself by watching videos and kissing pillows, but obviously those never prepared me for the real life event.

           I panicked as ten thousand plans and questions ran through my mind.

           Should I stick my lips out? Did she want tongue? What the hell do I even do with my tongue when it’s in there? (Videos don’t really show us what’s happening in there, you know, for aesthetic purposes.)

           Oh my goodness, did I brush my teeth? What did I eat for lunch? Oh no, do I have bad breath? What if she hates it after this? What if I’m TERRIBLE? How should I move my lips? Is it slow? Fast? What is slow or fast? Should I just run? What if she’s not even kissing me and I’m freaking myself out? Oh wait, I should close my eyes. Right, that’s step one.

           So I shut my eyes tightly and pursed my lips out.

           And she chuckled.

           I felt my cheeks warm up immediately. Well, chuckling was definitely not what I expected to happen in this situation. Did I screw up already?

           "You’re so cute, Park Jimin.“

           The Temptress called me CUTE. I was literally soaring, having an out of body experience.

           "Relax and follow me.” she whispered.

           Surprisingly, she didn’t back away. She simply traced my lips again to relax me and I felt my knees buckle with the sensation. Suddenly, I felt her soft lips against mine, and I pushed forward eagerly. She pulled back and laughed.

           "I told you to follow me.“ she repeated. "I’ll show you how to kiss.”

           My heart was beating rapidly. The most popular and gorgeous girl at my school just KISSED me and she’s KISSING ME AGAIN. She leaned back in and this time, I closed my eyes slowly, and took in the full feeling of her lips.

           It was steady at first. Like what little kids do to each other because they were mimicking their parents. Lip to lip, we stood there for a few seconds not moving, but despite the lack of action, I still felt my entire being tingling. Then without warning, she parted my lips with hers and slipped her lips into the space between easily. She grabbed arms and pulled our bodies flush together. I literally felt like I was on fire.

           The kiss was a bit…wetter…than I had imagined it to be. And there were no big fireworks or angels singing or anything, but damn did it feel good, especially with her breasts squishing into my chest.

           I was a hormonal teenager (but I guess that much hasn’t changed about me) and I felt my male instincts being enflamed. I followed her lead clumsily. Our teeth clashed together a lot because I really had no idea about the spatial awareness between our lips, or anything for that matter. I was just so enthused about being kissed by my crush that all I could think about was keeping my lips on hers forever. Kindly, she didn’t scold me or make fun of my lack of skill. She just pulled back a bit, adjusting herself, and kept on kissing me until I found the proper rhythm.

           Every time I made a mistake, I would apologize, but she would hear none of it and just grab my face to go back at it again. Eventually, I felt comfortable enough to grab her waist, and as if I had passed the first round boss, she gave me a reward that caused my knees to buckle immediately. Her tongue snaked into my mouth and slid against mine.

           OH. That’s what it did.

           "Oh Jimin.“ she cracked up as I literally gasped for air and stumbled back. I had lost all ability to breathe with the new sensation. Frankly, everything about the moment was overwhelming.

           Here was a beautiful girl kissing me…a lot. And not to mention that I had had the biggest crush on her for a year now. I had my first kiss and my first French kiss on the same day with the hottest girl I had ever seen.

           Talk about saving my luck.

           "Breathe Jimin. You did good.” she smiled and patted my back. “Would you like to learn more things from me?”

           My eyes widened. Was that her way of saying yes? Who was I to turn that offer down?

           "Yes, please.“ I squeaked out breathlessly.

           "Perfect.” She kissed me deeply and I swear I almost fainted on the spot. “I’ll meet you here, same time, tomorrow?”

           Obviously, I showed up bright-eyed and eager to learn the very next day. Maybe a little too eager because I showed up an hour early.

           But anyway, for an entire two weeks, we made out constantly after school. Each day, I learned new techniques by following her lead. And soon, I was pulling her moves out on her and she would become more aggressive. Until one day, on our third week of us being girlfriend and boyfriend, she invited me over her house.

           Boy, I was REALLY not prepared for what she had in mind.

           Shakily, I rang her doorbell, holding my books to my chest tightly. When the door swung open, she welcomed me wearing a thin, satin robe that left nothing to the imagination. My grip slackened and my books scattered onto the ground as I gulped. Immediately, my hands flew in front of my face to cover my eyes.

           "Wh-wha– I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have come so early before you got to change!“ I panicked.

           Temptress chuckled and pried my hands away from my face. My eyes respectfully stared above her head, not wanting to gawk at her clearly exposed body. I had never seen a naked girl in real life before. Sure, there were magazines and videos…but it was like watching a movie or reading a book. But this…this was beyond anything I had imagined, my body was hyperaware of all her curves and I found myself wondering how soft women actually felt.

           I shook my head and turned around, embarrassed as she bent down to pick up my books. Her cleavage was deep and the sides of her breasts were peeking out from the thin fabric.

           "You’re so cute Jimin.” she giggled. “Come in. I’ve been waiting for you like this.”

           I stepped inside backwards, still not wanting to rake my eyes over her body, in fear that I would do something she didn’t like.

           "I-I thought we were just going to do homework and watch TV together.“ I stumbled a little.  

           "No Jimin.” she chuckled as she grabbed my shoulders to turn me around. “When a girl invites you over after making out with you several times, they most likely mean they want to have sex with you.”


           "Yes. Please tell me you’ve at least HEARD of sex, my innocent little nugget.” she squeezed my cheeks.

           "Of course I have…I just…well… I thought we’d at least…you know love each other before thinking about that.“

           "Oh Jimin.” she shook her head and threw off her satin robe boldly. “So are you saying you don’t want to have sex with me?”

           I felt my cock twitch as my eyes were now fully allowed to peruse her body. Nothing compared to seeing a real, live, lingerie-clad female in front of me.

           "Can I?“ I reached my hand out towards her breasts curiously.

           "Please.” She took my hands and put both of them on each boob.

           "Oh my gosh.“ I gasped as I just cupped them awkwardly; my hand a little stiff, like they would pop if I pressed too hard. "Now what do I do?”

           "Massage them Jimin.“

           "Um…okay…” I moved my hands in small circles.

           "Jimin, they’re not going to break, massage hard.“ she guided my hands. "Make me feel good.”


           I was sure my entire face and neck was red. Was it out of embarrassment? Out of excitement? I couldn’t exactly remember the emotion that overwhelmed me at that point. But regardless, I had never seen, much less touched a real breast before and there I was, massaging two for the first time. I hadn’t even gotten this far in my research on women.

           "Come here, Jimin.” she whispered, tilting my chin up so she could swipe her tongue across my lip.

           I moaned as her lips traveled down to my neck, as it usually did when our make out sessions escalated passionately. As a reaction, my hands worked her breast hard. My thumb accidentally swiped across her nipple through the see-through lacy fabric and I felt myself harden when she breathed desperately into my neck. Enlightened, I repeated the motion and found that it had her react in the best way. She nipped at my neck and brought her hips closer to my erection. So mustering my courage, I began drawing small circles around her nipples gently. She began grinding into me, her voice breathy and needy.

           "Come with me.“ she grabbed my hand and led me to her bedroom. "Get on the bed.”

           I nodded meekly. I was unprepared, but there was no way I was going to break this series of events. She wanted me. She wanted to have sex with me. Something I had only dreamt about. Something I thought I wouldn’t get to experience until much, much later in life.

           I lay on the bed and watched her shut her door softly. She had a supple ass, round and perky, and her legs were fairly toned. If I remember correctly, she was an athlete of sorts. My thoughts stopped short when I watched her hands come up behind her to unclip her bra. My mouth immediately became dry and there was a fire of need brewing in my lower region. My pants suddenly felt too restricting.

           "Would you like to taste?“ she smirked, probably seeing the way I was gawking at her like a starving child.

           All I could do was nod and she climbed over me. My eyes were wide with awe as she lowered her breasts in front of my face. What was I supposed to do?

           "Have a taste.” she urged.

           "Um…“ I looked around nervously. "Is like…milk going to come out or something?”

           She threw her head back and laughed. I felt myself press my body further into her bed, ashamed.

           "No, Jimin.“ she looked down at me amused. "But it’s going to make me feel really good.”

           "Um so…like…“ I nervously stuck my tongue out and licked her nipple.

           Her body reacted almost instantaneously. She sighed and her elbows buckled a little. I felt empowered so I did the same thing.

           "Suck on it, please.” she pleaded and I covered as much of her breast with my mouth. “The other hand, play with my other one.”

           I followed her instructions obediently, and watched in surprise as those simple actions had her whispering my name and rolling her hips into mine. What was this magic?

           "I’m so wet for you Jimin.“ she hummed.

           I raised an eyebrow. Wet? Did that mean I was using too much saliva on her boobs? But it didn’t sound like a bad thing.

           As if seeing my confusion, she chuckled and pulled herself out of my mouth.

           "I’m wet for you down there.” she explained.


           I gulped as she tugged her panties down and rolled over on her back beside me.

           "Would you like to feel?“

           I nodded, my words still failing me.

           "Give me your hand.” I did so, and she guided my fingers lower and lower…until I felt something sticky and warm. I flinched a little. What the heck was that?

           "That’s how good you made me feel.“ she smiled. "I’ll show you how to make me scream your name and beg for more.”

           I blinked. Those words flustered me, but something inside me really wanted to hear her screaming my name and begging for me, so I moved down so I could see her entrance clearly. It wasn’t as attractive as I thought it’d be. A valley of pink folds lay in front of my fingers, and I had no idea what to do about them.

           She still held my hand, guiding my thumb over a certain part of herself and she gently had me rub it. She winced and moaned, throwing her head back. I panicked, thinking that I was hurting her, but she gripped my wrist to continue. Worriedly and carefully, I continued as she writhed under my touch.

           "Put a finger inside me.“ she instructed.

           I furrowed my brows. "Where…uh… ”

           She smiled and grabbed my index finger, pushing it into one of her holes as I spazzed out at the tightness. Something was clenching around my finger and I was afraid to go any further inside. Just how far did this go? It was a weird feeling. My finger felt like they had just dipped themselves in a narrow jar of thinned out honey.

           But she shoved my finger inside and cried out. My cheeks were flushed because as scared as I was that she was in pain, her noises were turning me on. My boxers were soaked already just from how she sounded and looked. She hadn’t even touched me yet. I shivered at the thought.

           "Push in and out.“ She panted, and I began moving my finger in and out of her hole, mesmerized by the way my finger disappeared and reappeared; by the way she clutched the sheets and bucked her hips up at the command of my index finger. "Add another.”

           "But–“ I protested. There was no way another finger would fit.

           "Do it…please.” she begged.

           Did she like pain? I pushed both my index and middle finger inside her and found her stretching accordingly to the size, much to my surprise. She yelped loudly.

           "Oh my god, Jimin.“

           I decided that I very much loved hearing that phrase, in that manner, in that tone. I smirked and began pushing in and out of her with my finger.

           "Jimin…” she heaved. “Remember that place where you rubbed your thumb before?”

           I nodded as I concentrated on my fingers staying in the proper hole, maintaining the proper rhythm.

           "I need your tongue there.“

           I looked at her in disbelief. She wanted my tongue…where?

           "My tongue?”

           "Yes, taste me. Please.“

           My ears warmed at her request, but I couldn’t refuse. I licked my lips nervously. Was it edible? Would I die? Would I gag? Would she taste okay? I flicked my tongue out and pretended like I was licking ice cream; my fingers still continuing their motion.

           "Mmm…” I hummed. She didn’t taste bad at all. It was soft. It kind of felt like a small version of her lips. Her hips began moving wildly as my tongue worked its way again.

           "Oh my gosh. Yes. Like that.“ she moaned and it ignited my confidence. My body took over, wanting to taste every inch of her nether region, wanting to see how deep my fingers went. Suddenly, I felt myself being ripped from the steady motion, only to have her tongue enter my mouth. The thought of her tasting herself was a bit nauseating, but I shoved that thought away when I felt her unzipping my pants.

           "Wh-wha–” I was flustered and climbed off the bed nervously.

           "I need to return the favor.“ she grinned as she approached me, and pulled down my pants, boxers and all, in one motion.

           I covered my cock timidly. I felt so exposed. I was worried about what she thought of my body.

           "Hands off.” she swatted them away as she knelt down, and stared at me hungrily.

           Was that a good or bad thing?

           Then she opened her mouth and dipped her head down my entire length. I stumbled backwards slightly, but her grip on my hip steadied me. My eyes rolled back at the wave of pleasure that had just coursed through my body.

           "Oh…oh my…“ I moaned as she bobbed her head back and forth.

           I looked down and felt like I was about to faint at the sight. For some reason, it was extremely hott. She was on her knees in front of me, humming happily as she pleasured me expertly. And to top it off, this wasn’t a dream. It was reality. She was sucking me off and enjoying it. And when she added her tongue to the mix, my hand instinctively grabbed her head and slammed myself deeper into her throat. Then I realized what I was doing.

           "I’m so sor–”

           "Do it again.“ she looked up at me in pure delight. "I liked it.”

           She covered my length again and I bucked into her, gripping her hair tightly to keep my sanity. I needed more. I wanted more. This felt so good, it was indescribable. I was addicted. But just when I thought it was already wonderful enough, she pulled away and stated something that had me leaking shamefully.

           "I need you inside me.“

           When I agreed with her using a subtle nod, she handed me a condom wrapper, "Here. I’m not planning to get pregnant anytime soon, so I always have some protection on me.”

           I nodded understandably and fumbled to open it with much difficulty. I must’ve looked extremely foolish because she gently ripped it open for me. With my hands shaking, I took the rubber and tried to line it with the tip of my cock, but it kept missing. I was growing anxious by the second.

           "Relax.“ she guided my hands and I was able to roll it down easily.

           I took a deep breath. I still couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that this was all happening.

           "Since it’s your first time, how about I top for now?”

           "Top what?“ I tilted my head inquisitively.

           She looked at me amused. "Lay on the bed, Jimin.”

           I got back into the sea of blankets, my heart racing incredibly fast. I was dazed and beyond myself. I wanted the pleasure back, the high that I was climbing to a few minutes ago with her mouth around my dick. I felt the bed dip a few seconds later and she soon straddled me. Her warmth was right above my cock and my breathing became labored as she pushed herself down. I groaned and grabbed her thighs tightly. What was this feeling of unrivaled pleasure and electricity? My blood rushed downwards and I was sweating profusely. This had to be illegal.

           But I was wrong.

           When she started riding me, first slowly then roughly, THAT was illegal. Embarrassingly though, I finished quickly, releasing myself before she even built up to her climax. But she didn’t press further; she slid off of me with a satisfied smile.

           "It happens during your first time. Don’t worry.“ she cuddled beside me after I had thrown the condom out and plopped onto the bed. I was extremely sleepy and exhausted for some reason. I hadn’t even done much, but it felt like I had worked out intensely. "We’ll be doing this a lot more often and you’ll be great.”

           She whispered into my ear as I was lulled into sleep.

           And she was true to her word. Every time we met up, it would end up with our bodies tangled in her bed, sweaty and panting. She taught me a lot, and I learned a lot about women and my own body from our sessions. We hardly saw each other in school, but knowing that we had a set time to meet up afterwards, made it all better. I mean, girlfriends and boyfriends didn’t HAVE to be attached to each other all day. Although, I did really want to walk to class holding her hand, flaunting that I, Park Jimin, was dating the Temptress.

           But I soon found that I had been deluding myself all along.

           I decided to search for her during lunch time one day. I had seen her walk out with one of the popular guys so I followed her, worried that he would ask her out or something like that. I lost their track, so I wandered around. They were heading towards the bleachers for some reason so I perused the area. I was about to give up when I heard a very familiar moan coming from underneath the bleachers.

           Nervously, I journeyed there and found the popular guy rocking into her roughly while she grinned, her face painted with pleasure. I stood there in horror. I knew I should’ve ran. I knew I shouldn’t have stared, but I was floored. What was she doing? Why was she looking so happy to have someone else inside her? Why?

           They both finished and only then did she notice me.

           "Oh. Jimin. Hi!“ She beamed as she patted down her skirt. She dangerously had no underwear underneath, but it had given the other man easy access. "Did you want some to? It’ll be easy to slip inside me now.”

           I stared at her, nearing tears.

           "Why…what’re you…“ I couldn’t form any coherent sentences because I was so overwhelmingly upset.

           "Oh honey. Did you really think I was your girlfriend?” she chuckled as she walked over to me.

           "But you kissed me and we had…“ I leaned over to whisper (because I thought it was such a taboo word at the time). ”…sex.“

           "Oh Jimin.” she looked at me sympathetically. “I felt sorry for you. It was clear you were new to everything and I wanted to help you out.”

           "What? But the sex…you said I was amazing. It felt amazing!“

           "Oh sweetie.” She giggled as the popular guy approached her, giving her a warm embrace from behind. “Sex feels amazing even when you don’t love someone. And most of the time, people don’t do it for love anymore. That’s so old fashioned. And if you wanted it to be so special, don’t you think you should’ve been more careful about who you had your first time with?”

           She cupped my face gently, and I was torn between chucking her hand away, having seen her touching another man with it, and holding onto it tightly, afraid that the only girl who had ever shown interest in me would disappear.

           "You have a lot of potential, Jimin. I sensed it in you all along. Out of all the guys I taught, your skills genuinely turned me on. And if you’re looking to learn more in the bedroom, you know how to reach me. I really think you would be fantastic in bed with more lessons. But let’s make it clear that this doesn’t mean we’re in a relationship, okay?“

           I hung my head down, mind blown. In those few minutes, my entire notion of love and sex was shattered. But I nodded. If there was one thing I understood from everything she said, it was that she didn’t love me at all.

           But I refused to believe that she didn’t like me.

           I remained naive and foolish, and I continued to go for lessons at her house, doing my best to learn how to please her, reveling in the way she focused on just me when my fingers or my dick was inside her. Just for that moment in time, I wanted to believe that she was attracted to me, that if I could show her just how amazing I was in bed, she wouldn’t need to go to anyone else. I was determined to make her fall for me, by being the best of her pupils.  

           But one day, my plans were foiled.

           "Jimin. We have to stop this.” She smiled warmly. She had asked to see me after school and I thought we were going to try something new excitedly. But she had actually called me out to sever whatever it was that we were doing. “I found someone that I want to keep forever.”

           "What?“ I felt the wind get knocked out of me.

           "I have a boyfriend now, and you’ve honestly learned everything I could teach you and mastered it.” she grinned as she caressed my cheek. “I am so proud of you.”

           In anger, I slapped her hand away and sprinted from her, ignoring her calling my name. If she had wanted a boyfriend, why hadn’t she chosen me? If she had wanted to be in a stable relationship, I was always there, waiting for her. I was infuriated and couldn’t see which way I was going so I ended up bumping into someone in the middle of the hallway.

           In my rage and pain, only one thought coursed through me –I wanted to feel someone want me, even if it was forcefully. The girl looked up at me surprised as I stared at her. She was pretty. So I grabbed her face and pressed my lips against hers. She struggled a bit, but soon relaxed and kissed me back.

           "Do you want to have sex with me?“ I breathed desperately against her lips.

           Surprisingly, she nodded, blushing profusely. So I took her to an empty classroom and pleasured her the only way I knew how. I touched her the way the Temptress enjoyed, finding that it wasn’t just specific to her; it worked on girls in general. I was prepared with a condom, and I released my frustrations and desires into this girl, who just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. But she had agreed without questions, so I just let go and did what I wanted until we were both satisfied.

           "Wow…that was great…” the girl heaved as she slipped back into her uniform.

           "Yeah. Thanks. I needed to just get that out of my system.“ I ruffled my hair.


           "Thanks for that.“ I smiled at her.

           "Wait…you didn’t have feelings for me?”

           "Oh…no. I’m not even sure who you are.“ I blinked.

           In the next second, I felt a sting on my cheek, and it didn’t dawn on me until a few seconds after that I had just gotten slapped.

           "We’ve been in the same class for years you asshole!” She hissed and ran out of the classroom, leaving me stunned, but not feeling guilty in the slightest.

           It was her fault for making assumptions, just as it was mine with Temptress. 

          So with renewed vigor, I pursued Temptress seriously this time around. My pride and my social standing didn’t matter anymore as long as it ended with me getting her. I professed my love to her childishly and boldly. In front of school, in the middle of school, after school. I showered her with roses, made her lunch, anything that I could think of to have her look my way.

           But she soon had enough.

           "I need you to stop this, Jimin. I will never be with you. You need to get over me and move on.“ Temptress crossed her arms angrily.

           "You’re the only girl I ever wanted to be with. I wanted the person I shared my first time with to be my one and only. I truly believe that we’re meant to be.” I confessed desperately.

           "Jimin, whatever you think we were is only in your head. I was seeing about five other guys while we were having lessons. And I slept with someone right after you left my house every single time we had sex.“ she admitted.

           I gawked at her, not believing what I was hearing. I really wasn’t the only one. I never was the only one.

           "Jimin. You’re forcing your ideals and desires on me when you don’t know the first thing about me. And besides, love hurts. So why bother with it? Sex is enough to keep me happy. I don’t want anything other than that. It’s too much.”

           "But you have a boyfriend?“

           She laughed. "Yeah. He’s hott, fantastic in bed, and rich, but I don’t love him. I do want to keep him as long as I can though.”

           I collapsed on my knees, overwhelmed.

           "Goodbye Jimin.“

           As she walked away, I felt my world crashing down and I wondered if everybody around me was actually the person I was seeing. Did everyone have a darker side to them? Did everyone feel this nonchalant about hurting someone else? Did everyone think of love as something so trivial and unnecessary? Was I not worth loving?

           I was filled with doubts and trust issues. I was terrified of getting hurt again. Day after day, I was traumatized by past memories and the unknown future, all the times that I had gotten rejected.

           To make matters worse, the girl that had turned out to be in the same class as me, had told everyone about how I had used her. I was permanently labeled as a playboy and gossips ravaged that I toyed with women’s feelings, that my nice facade had all been an act to get close enough to use them for their body. 

           I was isolated, bullied, and looked down upon. The girls that had been so nice to me before distanced themselves and began looking at me with wary eyes constantly, like I had betrayed them, when in truth, it was I that had been betrayed. 

           And finally, one day, as I stared at myself in the mirror, it all clicked. A switch was flipped inside me, and I smirked at my reflection. I had had enough of it all.

           "Fine. If it’s a playboy they see,” I combed my hair up, exposing my forehead. “then a playboy they’ll get. Park Jimin doesn’t need love. Sex is enough to make me happy.”

           I accepted my fate, and became the bad boy openly. Once I embraced that side of myself, I realized that women fell and swooned for me. I had the power of seduction at my fingertips all along, but I had been suppressing it, believing that nice guys were what girls wanted. Even women thought they wanted good guys, yet they still found themselves magnetized towards the bad boys for some reason.

           No longer was I friend zoned. No longer was I not seen as an option. No longer did I take a backseat to all the other guys. No longer did I set myself up to get hurt.

           Until of course, I fell in love with someone just as excellent in bed and just as attractive as I was. And it made me realize that I no longer wanted to live that kind of life and be that kind of person. So now, here I am with a successful job and a beautiful girlfriend who I am insanely in love with. And hell, I have the best sex life ever!

           Yet, when I received an ominous letter, I sat in my living room, staring at it in horror; the flood of negative emotions coming back to me. Three simple words froze time and whisked me back to the days when I was the most vulnerable, to the days that had started it all, to the days that had given birth to Red Mask: High School Reunion.


( ░ ❛ firebringer → the sentence meme

*feel free to change any of the pronouns/names from the quotes to fit your muses.

  • ❝ We’ve got to find ourselves some answers ❞
  • ❝ I don’t really wanna do the work today ❞
  • ❝ You know that feeling when you find a thing that blows your mind and next thing you know they wanna take it away ❞
  • ❝ Let me reiterate: I know it’s hard to just work with no play I hope we all understand the importance of what we do and how this world is full of obstacles we gotta work through ❞
  • ❝ Don’t eat that! No one eat that!  ❞
  • ❝ Is there more to life than this? ❞
  • ❝ What if there’s more that we could be doing? I don’t wanna miss any opportunities to grow ❞
  • ❝ She says ‘Play it safe’, yet she talks about growth in my own opinion you can’t have 'em both ❞
  • ❝ What if I did something new? Something unexpected, unprotected? ❞
  • ❝ What if I did something more than what my people bargained for? ❞
  • ❝ Ain’t it crazy, how something that looks so weird to me could be so sweet? ❞
  • ❝ Ain’t it crazy, how something that once was scaring me could put me at ease? ❞
  • ❝ It’s not the outside of things, that make them good, that make them bad, that make them anything ❞
  • ❝ All that’s good starts with just one taste ❞
  • ❝ Is it crazy to finally feel I’m where I am supposed to be? ❞
  • ❝ I’m not afraid of anything anymore, not even you, you stupid fucking storm ❞
  • ❝ Give me more, I’m not afraid of you ❞
  • ❝ Everything has changed and our path is being paved ❞
  • ❝ Jemilla’s leadership was shoddy at best ❞
  • ❝ I guess this is what I deserve otherwise I wouldn’t be here right now ❞
  • ❝ How did she think I’d react? Just look at the facts ❞
  • ❝ I know I’m not the bravest person ❞
  • ❝ Find happiness in my memories somehow ❞
  • ❝ If only I could have two voices I’d harmonize, but that’s not a choice I can make ❞
  • ❝ Next I’ll draw your smile and stare at it a while ❞
  • ❝ Paint how you see me ❞
  • ❝ Now I’ll paint your body you always look so lovely ❞
  • ❝ I hope you like your painting of what I see in you ❞
  • ❝ Oh, fuck, I forgot the eyes again. Can you get back in position? ❞
  • ❝ What the fuck?! ❞
  • ❝ Ouch, my butt! ❞
  • ❝ Nevermind, just run! ❞
  • ❝ What if I did something more and it backfired? ❞
  • ❝ I never think about the consequence ❞
  • ❝ I underestimate your competence ❞
  • ❝ But together nothing’s standing in our way ❞
  • ❝ It’s time to face what’s given us such fear ❞
  • ❝ No matter what we will weather we will be in this together ❞
  • ❝ Oh, the love in the air is palpable, it almost makes our problems laughable ❞
  • ❝ What if I tried something new and opened up my arms to you? ❞
  • ❝ So when we don’t see eye to eye I’ll always give your way a try? ❞
The Inquisitve Snake - Jughead x Reader - Part 5

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It was stupid of me. Part of me knew that in the moment - but I didn’t really care.

Betty was mad that I didn’t come back to the dance floor that night - that I instead spent the rest of the time with Y/N until she went home.

Betty was becoming separate from me - no matter how much I tried not to let that happen. Since I took that jacket almost 3 months ago, a shift clouded over us. It was that I didn’t love her - she was still the amazing beauty with gumption that made me fall for her. It was that I was scared she didn’t love me - this “new” me as she kept saying. The problem was - it wasn’t a brand new me. I had always been this person and I had always known the comfort that lied within the Serpents. I just got to be more of myself now - accepted without being seeing “weird” unlike my time at Riverdale High. I wasn’t changing - I was just finally being me - all of me.

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And They Lived Happily Ever After
Solas x Lavellan

I think we deserve
a soft epilogue, my love.
We are good people
and we’ve suffered enough.
     - Seventy Years of Sleep #4. Nikka Ursula.

“There is no point in fighting anymore, vhenan. It is done.”

Alverna Lavellan sunk to her knees as the song of the veil swelled and grew discordant. The music rose from every corner of Thedas and thrummed in her ears like inevitability. The reality that had been for thousands of years was warped as the Fade bled through. She let the weight of her weapons drop from her shoulders. Dal’Thanu clattered against the cave floor, the sound punctured by the metallic thud of the grey iron prosthetic she used as a rigid parry.

“I have dreamed for so long of this moment.” Solas knelt in front of her, cupping her cheek with his hand. 

She looked away.

“It is over. Our people will recover their place in the world and we…” He choked, “We can be together. If you’ll still have me.”

“Solas.” His name like an accusation of betrayal from her lips.

“Solas.” His name like broken wanting.

“Solas.” His name like a prayer for mercy. 

Her eyes met his, glistening with years of unshed tears.

“Vhenan.” She said, her voice the sound of his heart shattering.

He gathered her in his arms, pulling her close. Alverna let her tears fall into his shoulder even as he wet hers with his sorrows. Eternity passed on that cave floor as the lovers released all the pain and hurt in their hearts.

The discordant melody of the dying veil was joined by the faintest of harmonies. So soft and quiet a listener would almost need to know it was there to hear it.

“Vhenan.” He said, his heart emptied of woe, the cave made tranquil in the aftermath of a good cry, “Please, please let me come back to you. I would give you everything this time. The whole of my heart, my soul, and all the years we might walk together.”

“I tried so hard to hate you.” Alverna confessed, “To harden my heart against you. For what you did to me, and what you planned to do to the world.”

He said nothing, but held her tight, lest her next sentence taker her away from him again. She squeezed him closer, hand gripping the pelt at his back, balling the fur in her fist.

“But I couldn’t.” She sobbed, breaking his heart all over again, “I love you.”

“I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.” He whispered into her hair, “I wish I could have spared you that. That I didn’t have to tear down the veil. That I had not been so weak when we first met. Vhenan. Forgive me.”

She looked up at him, her heart on her face. When he looked into her eyes, he saw nothing but love.

“Solas. Vhenan. My love. I already have.” 

Her words unlocked all the secret places in his heart where he had hidden away his love. It came rushing back in a flood he could no longer restrain. He crushed his lips against hers. She met them like a starving man given a feast, her hand moving to the nape of his neck trying to impossibly draw him closer. His hands tangled in her hair while they tried to devour each other in their want.

The kiss only broke when neither had enough air to continue. They sat, foreheads pressed together, panting.

The harmony swelled, overtaking the discordant melody of the veil song.

“What…is that?” Solas pulled away from his lover, trying to find the source of the new tune.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered.

He looked down at her in horror.

“Vhenan, what have you done?”

“Did you know Leliana is a lyrium ghost?” Her voice was a knife in the back, “She’s tuned to the fade and the veil in ways I can’t even begin to describe. And Cole and Dagna too. They worked and worked and found a way to refresh the veil. Bull helped us get agents into place, to turn your agents to our side. Cullen planned head-on attacks to keep you from suspecting.”

Her words numbed him.


He was paralyzed…the kiss…

“Vhenan…” He pleaded.

“Sera and Vivienne worked together on the poison.” She cupped his cheek, “Together. I didn’t even know that was possible.

“It was…a lie.” He slumped. She caught him, lowering him gently to the floor. Reality reasserted itself around them as the harmony the Inquisition had created supplanted the broken veil melody completely.

“No.” She stroked his head, “I love you.”

“You’ve undone me.” His lids were heavy, he could barely keep his eyes open.

“I learned from you.” She whispered, kissing him again. The softness of her lips was the last thing he felt before the world went dark around him.

When Solas awoke he found himself in a small, one room cabin. Sunlight filtered in the window, illuminating the dust that danced in the air. Herbs hung from the rafters drying, and something delicious was bubbling on a merry fire. Alverna’s voice carried in from outside through the windows, she was singing.

He swung his legs out of bed. Gone was the armor of Fen’Harel, replaced by the simple clothes of Solas. Like a dream he followed the sound of Alverna’s song outside. The noonday sun was warm on his skin and the aroma of flowers filled the summer air. 

Alverna was nearby, seated on the ground and tending to a garden. She too was without armor, wearing only simple trousers and a loose tunic with a grubby apron tied around her waist. The sight of her, so open, so carefree, so unburdened was a panacea unto his soul.

“My love.” He walked towards her.

“You’re awake!” She smiled up at him, setting aside her tools.

“Is this…the fade? Are we physically in the fade?”

“Do you like the cabin? Cole helped me make it.” She rose to greet him, dusting her hands off on the apron.

“The veil…”

“Is in place and stronger than ever. Dorian says it should be a few millennia before it starts to break down again, give or take a few blood mages.” Her face was soft, “He said that. About the blood mages.”

“But…the elves…they will never be as they once were. You have denied me my atonement.” His pulse quickened and anger reddened his ears.

“Nor should they be. You put the veil up for a reason in the first place.” She countered with calm and patience, “We can build on the past, but we cannot allow ourselves to be dragged backwards by it.”

“You have betrayed your people.” His words hung hollow in the air, mocking him.

“No. I saved them from you. Saved them from what you thought they should be. The elves are free to forge a future for themselves.” Her gentleness wrapped her words like a blanket, “That means they must also be free to fail.”

Solas sunk to the earth as the finality of defeat encompassed him.

He was so tired.

Tired of fighting.

Tired of failing.

Tired of losing.

Tired of trying to live as a god.

But most of all, he was tired of denying himself what he wanted.

“Then this is my prison. My punishment. Eternity in the fade, the people forever beyond my reach, my help.”

“I had hoped you would see this more as a home than a prison,” She sat beside him, resting her head on his shoulder. He drew her into his lap and clung to her. Burying his face in her neck against despair. She embraced him with love.

“They are not beyond our reach,” she whispered, “The elves still dream, and when they do we will be there. Together. As it should have been.”

They held each other in silence for awhile. Solas turning new thoughts and old in his mind while she waited patiently for him.

“I have been a fool.”

“I know, vhenan.”

“I was no better than the Evanuris. Forcing the people into the idea of what I thought they should be.”

“I know, vhenan.”

“I was blinded by the glory of the past. I did not look to the future.”

“I know, vhenan.”

“I love you.”

“I know, vhenan.”

They kissed.

They had kissed so many times before. But this kiss? This kiss was the first of its kind. It was pure. All their secrets, their plans, their machinations, and their lies had come to an end. Nothing was left between them but love. It was new, and frightening, and wholly unknown to them. But they had all eternity to explore it.

All elves are attuned to the fade. Magic is as much of their being as their blood or bone. If you ask them, they will tell you it is the dream. A dream that all elves have when they are very young. Elf children will dream of a pack, lead by two great wolves. In the dream, the great wolves reach out and touch the child, awakening their magic.

Some of the old dalish hahren say the pack ran the Dread Wolf off, for the one cannot stand for the many. Others say it is the Dread Wolf’s pack and he walks the fade with his mate, Fen’Dirthara and their cubs seeking to atone for the past betrayal of the people.

Whatever these fade spirits truly are, it is clear they have claimed the elven people as their own.

-Excerpt from “The People of Var Vhenas” by Brother Atticus, 10:9 Nug


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Skam and toxic relationships

so I just finished Skam and I loved it and all. There’s some pretty awesome things and it adresses important issues, but at the same time I feel like it consents to toxic relationships??? 

all 3 seasons until now have followed this same pattern concerning the main ships: 

  1. it’s a difficult start, with the significant other being a complete asshole
  2. they start to get along and the main character is conflicted because the s.o. is still an asshole but sometimes they are sweet
  3. oh no, the s.o. was only an asshole because of [insert reason here] and they totally love the main character!!!! all’s well when it ends well (if Eva hadn’t decided to break up with Jonas, they would still be a couple so it applies to them as well)

some toxic elements I identified in Skam:

  • Jonas implying Eva is dumb more than once, when it’s clear she’s not comfortable with this 
  • Jonas not going to the party and still asking Isak to go to the cabin, saying “don’t worry, you can ask your friends too” to Eva when he knows she doesn’t have any other friends and then behaving like a jerk in the cabin
  • Jonas lying about speaking to Ingrid when he knows Eva is really insecure about it, specially given their past. So he basically prefers his gf to think he’s cheating than admiting he’s smoking weed, wow
  • William. His whole character is pretty controlling, abusive and manipulative in the beginning of season 2. He kinda stalks Noora and is very persisting about her going out with him, even when she says no in various occasions. He forces Noora to go out with him by using Vilde in a disgusting way. And let’s remember he only apologized to Vilde so Noora would go on a date with him. Yeah.
  • The whole “Even has a gf but still goes after Isak” thing. I understand exploring one’s sexuality can be confusing plus he’s bipolar, but C’MON! You can’t pursue someone and then go back to your gf and then go back to that someone and then bring your gf to the same party that someone is in and then cockblock that someone and then pursue that someone while kissing your gf and at another occasion completely leave your gf behind to hook up with that someone only to go back with your gf two days later??????  That’s just mean. To both your gf and that someone.
  • Even leading Isak on when he had no intention of leaving his gf (because he wouldn’t have done it if Isak hadn’t given him an ultimatum). “Yeah, I still date her, but look at all those drawings I made of us in an alternative universe and realize how much I like you but not enough to leave my gf haha ;)”

I know people change. But when all three s.o. so far are somehow abusive and the main character kinda condones it because they are so so in love, it’s almost like saying “that person may be abusive, but you can cure them with the power of love!!!!” when in reality it’s not quite as simple as that.

I think William was the one who changed the most in order to be with the main character, but it wasn’t as good as it could’ve been. He has no respect for women, and suddenly he’s a sweet guy with a golden heart who’s only an asshole because of a sad backstory. I didn’t buy it, but at least he was still an ass sometimes?? anyway.

I really hope this pattern changes in the next seasons. It does add a lot of drama  and “couple development” to the plot, but at the same time it’s kinda hypocritical of a show which is trying to be a good influence to its viewers.

anonymous asked:

How do therapists typically handle dissociation in a session?

Hi Anon

There isn’t necessarily a set response. It depends on a lot of different factors! 

  • The therapist’s primary discipline 
    • example: I work with trauma all the time so I’m pretty comfortable with dissociation but someone else may not be
  • How much the therapist knows about trauma
  • How long the therapist has been seeing a client
  • What the client’s primary trauma was -or- 
  • What is currently triggering the dissociation
  • How comfortable the client is with the therapist
  • If the therapist and client have a plan in place around dissociation 
  • What typically happens during/after a dissociation 
  • The level of dissociation - are we talking spacing out, losing touch or transported to another place

I’m really comfortable with dissociation. I’ve both had experience with it personally and a whole lot experience with it professionally. I know for newer therapists, it can be a little nerve wracking the first time (it’ll get easier). 

No matter the stage (early, middle or full dissociation), I tend to shift my body language -  my voice gets very calm and steady. I speak in short, concise sentences with easily understood language. I pay attention to my breathing - clients unconsciously will a therapist to mirror their breathing depending on the therapeutic trust level so if I’m breathing in an even, calm way, I can help them breathe more regularly. I let a client know I’m moving or getting up before I do it. I move with care. Depending on the trauma, I sometimes move my body in a way that makes it a bit smaller and less threatening. But my presence in the room tends to be pretty big - I keep the room contained and I’m not frightened by their trauma. 

If I’ve been working with a client for a while, I’m usually pretty good at figuring out what’s happening with them given the context. If I see them starting to head towards dissociation, I will draw them to what is going on. Usually, I try and figure out what, if anything, was occurring in session was feeling like too much (sometimes it’s nothing but if it is something in session, it’s really important for us to know). I will try and ground them. Sometimes that means information - “You look like you are getting really anxious and starting to {space out/zone out/get fuzzy/whatever language the client uses}. Is that’s what happening right now?” Often the response is “I don’t know” - so I’ll reflect what I can observe and invite them to do a grounding exercise with them. That can be doing a “body scan” meditation, progressive muscle relaxation or having them use tapping (this is a new skill for me so it’s not *quite* in the rotation yet). We’ll do the 5 sense thing. Or doing names with every part of the alphabet. Sometimes it’s having the client listen to a song that will calm them down. Sometimes it’s art or using some regulatory aide (sand, fidget cubes, etc). Sometimes the client will ask me to talk to them about something else - usually something practical and immediate. I will remind them that they are safe right now. Sometimes a client will ask to hold my hand or have me sit next to them (which I’m fine with).

If a client is totally dissociated, I’ll do some of the things mentioned above for sure. But it’s important to get the client back to this time and place. I do my best to orient the client. I’ll remind them of the safety of the space and of our relationship. I try and meet the client where they are at and attempt to work from there. Usually the bit in the middle is highly personalized so I can’t really speak to that. I speak calmly but with guidance. Usually, there is a lot trust in place so I have the ability to guide them back. If there is an immediate safety risk, I’ll deal with those as they arise. I’m lucky - I get a *lot* of flexibility on length of time for the session but I do need to get the client to a place where they are okay to leave the session. I usually also take notes for later so that I can let them know what all happened. 

Once they are out of it, I usually set an appointment for the next 24-72 to check in if possible. I’ll get them some water if they need it. Sometimes, we will do some kind of movement (like a quick walk). We’ll make a plan on how they can be gentle with themselves and stay safe. Sometimes (depending on the situation and age), it will mean that I call their caregivers or parents to give extra support but only only it’s something they want or suggest or we have spoken about it previously. 

anonymous asked:



And for all the people saying I should’ve known because tumblr:

1. The death scene looks like so many other times when Arthur was near death in Merlin’s arms, I thought I’d passed it already like five times by the second season. Seriously, that dude is near death like every three episodes.

2. Either I wasn’t on tumblr yet when the show ended, or I wasn’t following fandom people, so I didn’t see the shitstorm at the time, nor would I have given a shit about it.

3. No one I follow talks about the death scene or reblogs anything about it, how the fuck should I have known? My dash as of late is the occasional happy, fluffy Merlin scene, Sterek, and a flood of 1D from a certain someone (Alex)

4. Merlin Fandom: None of your AUs are labeled AUs so for all I knew, they just kind of lived forever and chilled out in modern London! As a fandom, you are actively deceptive!

The Lunar Mark (Xiumin Werewolf!au fic) Chapter 12

Originally posted by 305heaux

Warnings: Violence, blood

Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch. 3 Ch. 4 Ch. 5 Ch. 6 Ch. 7 Ch. 8 Ch. 9 Ch. 10 Ch. 11 Ch. 12 Ch. 13 Ch. 14 Ch. 15(M) Ch. 16

You could hear yelling coming from the manor and the edge of the woods as Baekhyun began to run; they had realized you were missing. When you were a child the sound of the guards knowing you were missing because of other wolves saving you probably wouldn’t have bothered you as much as it did now. But Baekhyun’s and Tao’s safety was in jeopardy because of you…because you needed saving. 

At the same time…your heart wanted to get to Minseok. You wanted to see him; you still had that feeling of selfishness. You were the one that turned him away, and yet after all that, now you wanted to see him when you know that him knowing that you going through pain would cause him pain.

The yelling continued behind you but started to fade as Baekhyun picked up speed. Thankfully, a few hours later when you were just about at your limit, what you assumed was the spring came into view.

“I’ll go ahead and get some help, she needs some water,” Tao said, “She’s not going

“Just hurry,” Baekhyun replied after carefully setting you down and shifting. As Tao left he leaned you up against a tall boulder before going a fetching water and bringing it back to you in his cupped hands.

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anonymous asked:

Sorry if you've been asked this before, but what do the Cullen's / Hale's / Swan's handwriting look like? I love handwriting so much lol !!

I definitely haven’t been asked this before, no worries! Here goes:

You can see traces of the dense, loopy handwriting of the 17th century in Carlisle’s present-day handwriting, but he also tries really hard to be legible. He’s used to pens not being particularly smooth too, so he really jabs the nib/tip onto the paper.

Esme has round, creatively-spaced handwriting. She definitely learned calligraphy in school for a while, but she’s since given most of it up. (Also, she signs all her notes with little drawings, and it is adorable.)

Guess who stayed in his room for hours and hours, working to perfect his handwriting? Yes, that’s right. It’s Edward.

Rosalie has gorgeous handwriting, which she carefully maintains. The person writing all of E/B’s thank-you notes from their wedding was her, no question.

Emmett has never loved school, and since nice handwriting was more of an option than a requirement, he’s not very good at it. It’s legible, it annoys Edward, and that’s all he wants.

Alice has really pretty handwriting, purely through muscle memory. She wonders who taught her to write so nicely and whether she sent a lot of letters. She won’t change a thing about it either, so if she ever finds items from her past, she can compare them to her current writing with ease.

Jasper has Ye Olde Spidery Handwriting. He didn’t have much access to paper and time, particularly during the final years of his life, so he scrawls things quickly.

Bella: she’s just like us. In that her handwriting isn’t great.

Renesmee’s handwriting looks exactly like what you’d expect: her mother’s clumsiness overlaid with a thin veneer of Edward trying really hard to correct it. 

Imagine being an artist. Maybe you’re not the best, but you love it. Your sketchbook and pencils follow you everywhere, always looking for something to draw.
Imagine your favorite turtle looking through your sketchbook and finding a drawing of him.

You drew in a more traditional manner, preferring to use black ink pens on thick, sturdy paper. Your sketchbook was filled with things around the city that had caught your eye. But it was also filled with your boyfriend, Leonardo.
Images of him meditating or training, a page full of his hands. It was common for you to visit him and simply sit down and draw. Leo didn’t seem to mind, most likely assuming that it was simply another quirk of yours.
“Do you draw everyone?”
You looked up from your sketchbook as Leo focused on the dummy.
“Sometimes. It really depends.”
“It’s just…you draw me a lot. But I’ve never seen you draw my brothers.”
“That’s true.”
You carefully ran the pen over the page, focusing on the little details.
“I suppose you caught my eye.”
You put down the pen and said
“I don’t know. Maybe because you’re the first one of your family that I met. I started drawing you when I had the time. It’s actually the reason I caught feelings.”
He stopped training and looked at you.
“Can I see them?”
“If you want.”
He came over and bent down, watching as you flipped through your little book.
“I didn’t know you were this good.”
You smiled and looked away.
“Are you blushing?” Leo said with a grin.
“I don’t…show anyone my drawings. So I might be a little embarrassed.”
“My sweet artist.”
He kissed your forehead and resumed his training, while you picked up your pen and began to finish your work.

You loved your watercolors.
You had been given a set by your godmother when you were little and just feel in love with them. As the years went by and your experimented, you always had a special sketchbook for your watercolor art.
It was mostly filled with the city, buildings and people, graffiti and the like. But you drew Raphael a lot as well. You had never told him about that, worrying that he would think it was weird, but you drew him when he wasn’t looking. Mixing the green to get to right shade of his skin, paying close attention to the detail.
“Hey, tiger.”
You looked up and smiled as Raph appeard at your window. He slipped inside and sat on the bed.
“I wasn’t expecting a visitor.”
“Missed ya. Nothin’ was goin’ on at the lair, so I came over. Don’t I get a kiss?” He teased.
You set your sketchbook aside and kissed him gently. For a moment, you found yourself melting and forgot about everything else. Until Raph pulled away and you were brought back to reality.
“What’s that?”
He picked up your book and looked through it a little bit, holding it just out of your reach.
“Is that me? You been drawin’ me?”
“No one is allowed to look through those.” you said.
He handed it back and said
“It looked good. You draw me a lot?”
“Yeah. Is it weird?”
“Nah. I kinda like it.”

You weren’t the best artist.
You just had a notebook filled with drawings done in pencil, mostly when you were bored. Just doodles of space and stars, aliens flying by. Plants and people with goofy expressions. And your boyfriend. You drew your boyfriend a lot as well.
You would hang around his lab when he was busy and draw to pass the time. Donnie wearing his lab coat, crouched over his experiments.
Donnie smiling or blushing or eating pizza or reading. Anything really. And they were always your best drawings.
You looked up and saw your boyfriend standing over you.
“I said I was done. I wanted to know if you would like to watch a movie.”
“Sounds good.”
He cocked his head and said
“What you got there, dove?”
“Oh, just my notebook. I just…draw sometimes.”
“Is that me?”
You blushed and nodded as he crouched down to get a better look.
“Sorry if they’re bad. Or creepy.”
“No, no, not at all.” He said quickly.
“Wanna go watch that movie?”
You went off to make the popcorn as Donnie thought about the drawings (which are really a lot better then you think).

You were pretty serious about your art.
You had huge sketchbooks, one for color and one for black and white. You had boxes upon boxes of markers and pencils and everything you needed. You even took commissions to have a little extra money.
Your hands and clothes were covered in splashes of paint of markers, a permanent fashion statement that announced to the city
“I’m an artist!!”
Your boyfriend loved that about you. He was an artist as well, and you oftenlent him your things as he couldn’t always get his own. It was common for you two to spend hours together, drawing in your books and sneaking kisses. He was the only one who was allowed to go through your sketchbook.
“Babe! Babycake!”
You looked up from your work and smiled.
“You got into the zone, babe. You want some pizza?”
“Sure, Mikey.”
He looked at your book and smiled.
“Is that me?”
He got a better look and said
“Y/N, I think you have a crush on me! That’s adorable.”
“Babe, we’ve been dating for almost a year.”
“I know, but still.”
He kissed your cheek, laughing a little.
“I’m crushin’ on you too, angelcakes. Big time.”
You rolled your eyes and kissed your boyfriend.
“Let’s go order that pizza, ya goof.”