i was going through our chat

Problems with the chat

For the record, if anyone see’s a post by this person. https://mistressarachnia.tumblr.com/post/162103131177/rp-dramaz-run-away-its-not-the-good-kind-of I’d like to set the record straight. I have not banned anyone. I I was actually not at home when a lot of this drama went on and the banning happened through our main moderator. He made the judgement call to ban them, I did not. I was actual at the gym any time this person’s drama began.  

I was hoping it wouldn’t come down to this but here we go. Let’s cut down to the chase. 

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Pyramid Scheme scammer ends up paying in the end!

(very long story)

About 6 or 7 years ago, I was trying to enlist into the military. I ended up not joining but that’s a story for another time. At this point, I was led to believe I was about 4 months away from leaving for Boot camp. I was running out of savings, and needing a part time job for some spending cash while I waited around.

So I did what any enterprising 20something would do, and searched craigslist for jobs. I normally hate sales jobs, especially those based on commissions, but figured it would be a great way to earn some extra cash short term. Found a few job listings that looked promising, and put out some applications. A few days later I received a call from David. He was opening up a new store and needed associates. He liked my resume and asked if I’d be available for an interview on Friday morning. I was very up front with him, and let him know that the distance was a bit more than I’d normally drive for a retail job, and asked what he was offering for an hourly rate, to see if it was worth the drive. He told me that they were planning on offering an hourly rate in the mid teens, along with commission. Seemed like an ok deal, so I agreed to be there Friday at 8am.

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anonymous asked:

Marichat "don't be fucking rude" prompt (your writing is great btw)

Thank you anon! I am glad you like my writing ^_^ (I should be writing more stories, but I am sniffly and finding doing long form hard so i am taking a break by doing drabbles. Hopefully it will clear my head enough to finish the chapter I wanted to get done today!) 


WARNING: Some strong language and suggestive themes! You have been warned.


“What are you staring at?” Marinette cried at last, whirling in her chair to face Chat Noir who was mere inches from her face. 

“hold still, I am trying to count your freckles,” he said completely unperturbed by either her close proximity or her glowering expression. 

“Have you ever heard of personal space?” she hissed, “Don’t be fucking rude!” 

Chat blinked but showed no other sign of being deterred by her wrath. “I can’t count your freckles accurately from across the room, now hold still.” 

Marinette groaned but did as he asked, figuring it was easier to just indulge his insanity and get him out of the way then try to argue with him. She had no idea what had lead to Chat Noir’s bizarre visit today, or his sudden unprecedented interest in her life, if his non-stop questions earlier were anything to go by. 

“Are you almost done,” she whined, trying not to think about why she was finding his closeness so unsettling. 

“Just about,” he grinned, and her heart gave a traitorous little thrill. He really was unfairly pretty. 

“You have 27 freckles across your nose,” Chat said leaning in even further until their noses bumped. “And just for the record princess,” he said his voice dropping to a sultry whisper, “I am not fucking rude. When I am fucking I am extremely accommodating,” and before she could move he darted forward, kissed the tip of her nose and hurriedly ran away, laughing. 

The next morning Marinette trudged blearily into class. Her night had been restless, in no small part to the flurry of daydreams brought on by Chat’s parting comment. Even her icy cold shower this morning had done little to stop her wandering mind or flushed skin. 

“Good morning my bestest best friend who I know far better than Adrien know’s Nino!” Alya crowed as she dropped down into her own seat. 

“Are you two still going on about that?” Marinette sighed, dropping her head against the desk and wondering if she could try sleeping through class, or if she ran the risk of subjecting herself to another Chat-infused dream session. 

“This is the last day of our epic battle,” Alya said with feigned shock at Marinette’s disinterest. “I am going to 50 Euro richer before class even starts. Where do you want to go for lunch?” 

“What if Adrien wins?” Marinette ask, cracking one eye open and looking up at her friend.

“Eh, he gets to pick my next 3 articles on the Ladyblog. But there is no way he is going to win. He would have to get my question right- doubtful- AND I would have to get his wrong, and there is no way Adrien knows anything about you that I don’t already know.”

“OK,” Marinette mumbled. Closing her eyes again. 

“Ah the man of the hour and his supposedly hertosexual life mate,” Alya cried. 

“We like to keep our love free from the tabloids thank you,” Marinette heard Nino say and Adrien let out a light laugh.  

“OK Agreste,” Alya said, “my final question, to see if you know my boyfriend as well as I do-”

“He does, you’re gonna lose babe.” 

“Shut up honey.” 

“Just giving you a head’s up.” 

“What,” Alya continued, “Is Nino’s favorite childhood ice cream flavor?” 

“Trick question- Nino didn’t have Ice cream till you took him to get some on your guys second date.” 

“Damnit! Still, you haven’t proven that you are the most observant person in this little circle, you still haven’t given me my question. Despite your impressive line of questioning thus far, I defy you to come up with something about Marinette that you know and I don’t.” 

Marinette was glad her face was plastered against the side of her desk to hide her flaming face. 

“OK,” Adrien said mischievously, “how many freckles does Marinette have across her nose?” 

Marinette’s eye shot open. 

“You don’t know the answer to that,” Alya said warily. 

“Just answer the question,” Adrien said smugly, “or do you admit defeat?” 

“19,” Alya said nervously. 

“Wrong, 27. Looks like I win.” 

Whatever response Alya was about to give was cut off by Marinette’s loud, piercing scream. 


Four Sentence Prompts: 

Warning- I will NOT be taking repeat prompts! Only one drabble per prompt! (See the list here: http://baneismydragon.tumblr.com/post/159474846531/reposting-so-i-can-edit )

Teach Me - Stuart Twombly

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Stuart Twombly/Reader

Word Count: 7399

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Mention of Oral (both receiving), Actual Oral (female receiving), Orgasm Denial, Public Sex, Hate Sex

Notes: I procrastinated a lot on this all week. So I’m sorry. But can I say I’m kind of proud about how his came out? I hope ya’ll like it. 

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physics doesn’t have to suck: how to enjoy and do well in your required physics classes

As someone who doesn’t intend to take a physics class ever again, I was relieved when I walked out of my second semester physics final. That said, physics doesn’t have to suck or drag your average down. 

(1) How to enjoy physics: Adjust your attitude. Physics is so cool if you actually think about it. Your attitude will dictate your experience. (2) But physics is so hard: Change the way you study and don’t give up. I did better in university physics than in high school. The content was way more difficult but it was my studying methods that made the difference.

This post is split into 3 parts: Introductory physics (very basic physics, that unit of physics you had to do in a lower level science class), high school physics (physics from an algebra-based perspective), and university physics (calculus-based physics and labs). (Obviously these overlap a lot but I needed to organize this somehow)

INFO IS UNDER THE CUT B/C THIS POST IS RIDICULOUSLY LONG

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  • Germany: oh, I've got a voicemail from Italy.
  • Japan: what did he send you?
  • Germany: ... a recording of Romano singing in the shower. But that's unusual, it's not sent through our usual chat.
  • Japan: oh, I received that too- wait... did he...
  • Germany: send it through the UN group chat...?
  • Romano, from the distance: I AM GOING TO FUCKING DROWN YOU VENEZIANO!!
Carmilla Movie Theory

You’ve asked me to tell you a story, to weave you a theory. My inbox sings with your requests to try and jumble everything together. You ask. I’ll deliver. 

Originally posted by loveisweakness-clexa4life

I’ll give it my best shot because there’s nothing I like more than a challenge. We’re sticking to the usual plan of trying to make the most ridiculous but still kinda plausible theory possible. To start us off, here’s what canon information I have to work with.

  1. The Existing Carmilla Mythos - So we naturally have everything from the 3 seasons to work with. You’ve seen the web series. You know.
  2. The Original Trailer - This is the one on the beach that announced the movie. Frankly, I’m curious as to how much of this will actually apply because from my understanding it was put together before they had a script. As a scene, it’s probably cut.  I’m treating the information as canon because I don’t have enough material to be cutting ANY of it.
  3. The New Cast Information - Literally yesterday, we received the names of three new cast members. Seeing as I’m going to make the case that these are all literary references (stay tuned) just their names alone give me info. They are:
    1. Emily Bronte
    2. Charlotte Bronte
    3. The Woman In Black

Now we do our magical conjecture and fun fact building to try and whip it all together into a coherent story. Basically, I’m going to write you a movie because I’m a novelist at heart and a story structure buff. We’re going to try and figure out what we can expect when the movie releases in the fall (?). Buckle up, creampuffs.

 This is going to get 7k words worth of messy from parents to exes to fish gods to old school novellas. 

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Protective

Pairing: Pietro x f!Reader

Request:

can you do a chat where tony starts flirting with the reader and pietro gets jealous so he puts tony on top of the tower?


Clint has created a chatroom.

Clint has added Tony.

Clint: Wanna help me prank Pietro?

Tony: You need to leave that boy alone. He has been through a lot.

Clint: Steve, did you take Tony’s phone again?

Tony: no

Tony: It’s the real Tony now and I would love to be part of your prank.

Steve has joined the chat.

Steve: We are mature, responsible adults that the kids look up to. Is pranking them the right thing?

Tony: Yeeeeeesh Steve.

Clint: Ugh save the lecture for our next stupid scheme.

Bruce has joined the chat.

Bruce: Hey. What’s going on?

Steve: They are being irresponsible role models.

Bruce: I didn’t ask you, Steve.

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Kim Seokjin : Occupation - Kindergarten Teacher


♥(ノ´∀`)Happy Birthday @caramoccii / @ask-seokjinnie !

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Serial Killer AU(Part 5)

Here we go again! What a nice smutty and fluffy chapter we had last time huh? Lol, the calm before the storm. The next part will probably take a couple more days to be written cause it is the ending.

Part 1 | Part 2| Part 3| Part 4End 1| End 2|  



Marinette was what one would consider way too relaxed for someone who was on the way to a crime scene. It had been the first one in three weeks and she wasn’t sure how to feel about it. Since a certain night on the roof, the mysterious murder stopped appearing. Every person in the department was on the edge about something big happening, something unexpected. And it seemed like it came. When they got the call, the person o the other side said they can’t just explain it through the phone. They had to come and see by themselves. Tikki was gritting her teeth, obviously not happy with the development. Marinette bit her lip. It couldn’t have been Adrien. He texted her telling her he was working on a special project just half an hour ago.

Once they reached their destination, the technical crew along with Marinette and Tikki got out of the car and headed towards the side alley. The crowd was already restricted on that sidewalk and the road had been blocked save for the police force. When they reached the murder scene, Marinette felt her heart beginning to beat frantically. On the side of the alley, across the wall nine people were hanging, their bodies impaled on the building in such a way that it formed a huge heart.

So that was the special project.

Tikki was barking orders left and right, but Marinette couldn’t take her eyes off the wall. Anger aside, she couldn’t help, but feel a little flattered. Hell knows how much time he spent putting this plan together to create this thing when it wasn’t even dark outside. She will still kick his ass for this, though, no matter how flattering it was.


Marinette was raging. She slammed the door of Adrien’s flat behind her as she walked in the living room. He was just taking off his mask when she stormed in. He glanced at her surprised before a smile took over his features. It looked rather odd when he only had his cat lenses without the mask.

“Princess! So good to see – ouch.” he settled his palm over his cheek and looked at her surprised. “What did I do to deserve that slap?”

Marinette was fuming. “Nine people at once? Are you insane?”

He shrugged. “No, I wouldn’t say so.”

Marinette glared at him, before her eyes changed to something he couldn’t quite place. A mix of sadness and exasperation. “Why are you doing all this?”

“Oh, buginette. You are still focusing too much on me and not enough on them in this whole.thing.” he leaned over, pressing a loving kiss to her forehead. “Now, if you excuse me, I need to wash all the scum off me. There is sole meunière in the fridge if you are hungry.”

Marinette watched him disappear behind the bathroom’s door with a frown on her face.


Checking the background of the victim was a downright nightmare. She got special permission from the département de l'information to use their database. Adrien’s words were haunting her. What in the world was about those people that she wasn’t focusing on? The research of the deceased hadn’t gone too far, that was true. They had no close relationship or family, their job situation was nothing out of normal, neighbors confirmed there was nothing that could give off the vibe of a conflict with anybody. After she realized it is Adrien doing all this, she thought it made sense. She knew all he had been through with losing both his parents and she was sure he would never pull someone else through that pain. So what was about these people that made him kill them. Adrien never showed any tendencies to criminal, let alone homicidal behavior. She was missing a key piece here and he had given her a vital clue. There was something about these people. Marinette kept scrolling through the file. Until she found something that made bile rise in her throat. Opening a new tab, she accessed the file of another victim. Her eyes bugged out. She kept going through the different files, feeling both sick, but also satisfied enough she finally got a pattern.

Marinette leaned back in her chair with a sigh. Pulling out the phone that wasn’t tracked by the services, she dialed Adrien’s number.

“Ma choupinette!” Adrien’s cheery voice exclaimed through the speaker. “How are you?”

“It’s not your place to serve them justice,” Marinette stated, getting directly into the topic. “There are authorized institutions to do that.”

“You finally caught up! How sweet of you, ma minette, but do answer a question of mine. Did they do their oh so called job?”

Marinette bit her lip. They didn’t. All of the cases were swept under the rug and the identity of the assailants was kept anonymous or simply declared unknown to the public, even though they were very much known by the people in charge of the investigations. Still, it didn’t justify murder. “There are international organizations that could have taken care of it then.”

“And who would have brought it to them when they are kept secret by the people who were supposed to solve them, huh?” Marinette’s shoulder fell. He was right. “Admit it, princess. They would have never been brought to justice. Someone had to do something.”

Marinette inhaled. He had a point, but… “Over ten people, in two months. Do you know what will happen if you get caught with murdering all these people?”

She didn’t need to be there with him to know he was smirking smugly. “Good thing that I won’t be caught. Also, buginette, please, let’s not refer to those things as people.”

Correct. She shivered in disgust just thinking about the reports. Yet, there was still something out of place. “How did you get all the information from? How do you know how to find these people?”

“Oh. A wise old turtle is kind enough to guide me when it comes to that.”

Marinette frowned, before sighing, not sure what to do or say anymore. “Why all the love declarations? And your oh so called gifts.”

Adrien chuckled. “Oh, my declarations of love were as honest as they could be. And well, didn’t you know cats bring corpses as gifts for their loved ones?”

“You are not a cat.” Marinette stated, somewhere between amused and worried.

“I’m your cat. And… wait, hold on.” Marinette tapped her fingers against the desk as the noises of Adrien speaking with someone else echoed through the speaker. “I have to go buginette. We have a midnight photoshoot for a new perfume. I’m sure we can continue our little chat another time. See you tomorrow morning?”

“Yeah. See you.”

“Go home and sleep, mon cœur. Je t'aime.”

“Je t'aime aussi.” she said before closing the call.


Marinette fell on her mattress with a heavy sigh. Her whole body was screaming from how much she had stayed awake. It was well past three when she arrived back from the department. Both her heart and head felt heavy and her moral compass was spinning like crazy.

There was only one thing she was sure of. It can’t continue like this.

Paris was terrified. People who would never be targeted by Chat Noir were too scared to go out of the house. It was a constant state of panic that took much out of the life of the city. But at the same time, Adrien had a very good point. If no one was bringing these people to justice through the legal means, then someone had to do something.  It didn’t surprise her at all Adrien would like to bring justice, hell knows she wanted too. But killing something just doesn’t come without a toll on your mental state. Adrien needed help.

Marinette covered her face with her palms, trying to concentrate on something on anything that could solve this whole mess that was going on. She wasn’t sure how much she stayed like that, one thousand different scenarios and outcomes running through her mind. Blinking a couple of times, she took her phone off the night desk. After a quick search, Marinette nodded, knowing what she had to do.

Yet, she couldn’t help, but open her phone gallery, checking or a specific picture. She took in the contents, beaming smiles, and happiness. Who would have guessed they will end up in this situation? Marinette run her fingers over the screen of her phone. She could feel tears pricking at her eyes.

“I’m sorry.”

Misinterpreted

Chlonath Week Day 3: Art

~*~

On the first Friday of the month, an art gallery filled exclusively with works dedicated to the heroes of Paris opened, and Ladybug, Chat Noir, and Queen Bee were invited to attend.

“I kind of feel bad showing up in costume, though,” Ladybug muttered as they walked through the gallery, admiring each piece. “One of these days, I’ll have to design—err, buy a skirt to slip on over this suit.”

“You leave that to me, Ladybug. I’ll buy you all the skirts you could ever want. We are besties, after all,” Queen Bee said. Her eyes skipped over the umpteenth Chat Noir painting and scanned the room for a hint of yellow. She knew she was still a newbie, but…

“If anyone’s going to buy Ladybug a skirt, it’ll be me,” Chat Noir said. “For our moonlit stroll along the Seine,” he added with a purr and waggle of his eyebrows.

Ladybug sighed. “Or we could just forget I said anything.”

Queen Bee wandered away from the might-as-well-be-married superhero couple and stepped through a doorway into another part of the gallery. More Ladybug pieces. More Chat Noir pieces. She had just about given up on finding anything dedicated to her when she turned and came face-to-face with a Queen Bee painting that must have been two feet taller than she was. It dominated the entire wall, depicting her in a warrior’s stance with a blazing sunset behind her. 

She looked fearsome. Powerful. Awe-inspiring. But the expression on her face was a gentle one—a superhero who loved her city above everything else.

It filled her with shame.

Her gaze caught on the signature in the corner and she laughed. Nathanael Kurtzberg. How had she expected anyone else?

“Wow!” Chat Noir cried from behind her. “That’s amazing, Bee! You must be flattered.”

She took a deep breath, then turned. “Of course I’m flattered. It’s about time someone in this city acknowledged my magnificence.” She brushed past him. “I’m done here. Tell Ladybug I went home,” she said.

“Oh, uh… okay. Good night, Bee.”

She made it a block away from the art gallery before she took off running, her vision blurred by tears.

ML Angst Idea: Just Like Him cont.

Continuation on this


Ladybug felt her heart shake with all the different emotions that are hitting her at once. Surprise by the reveal of her partner, Shock by her partner being Adrien Agreste, Sorrow for seeing both her partner and crush suffer for doing the right thing. Anger at how unfair it was for Adrien to be feeling this way.

The blond teen looked at his spotted partner after he wiped his tears.

“I know we are suppose to keep our identities a secret, I… I just … I don’t know.” Adrien spoke as he tried to compose himself.

“Enough of that kid, you have been tearing yourself apart over this. I think it should be fine” an agitated voice barked suddenly.

The voice belonged to the Kwami of Chat noir, a smallish black cat like creature with green eyes similar to that of Chat noir in costume. The creature was cranky, but understandably so, his chosen was going through a horrible time and he could only help him by transforming.

The kwami turned his attention to the super heroine.

“So, you are Tikki’s chosen. I am Plagg, It is a pleasure to finally meet the girl that has been haunting this boy’s dreams.” Plagg bowed

“Plagg!” Adrien irately called out. His mood seemed to have changed to embarrassment over his Kwami’s actions. The little cat seemed to know how to change Adrien’s mood rather impressively, it made Ladybug understand why this little cat was a good match for the blond.

“It is nice to meet you as well. I hope my partner didn’t cause you too much trouble.” Ladybug responded, using the kwami to change the subject.

“My Lady why?” Adrien asked, his chat like demeanor popping out.

“Nah, the kid is alright. He just has a habit of talking in his sleep. Like a few weeks ago he was having a very vivid dream about…”

Adrien quickly covered the kwami’s mouth.

“That is enough Plagg, or no Camembert for a month!” Adrien threatened as his cheeks were red with embarrassment.

“Kwami Cruelty!” Plagg shouted.

Ladybug couldn’t help but smile, seeing her partner struggle in embarrassment, it was a change of pace from the heavy mood. But she knew she would have to address it sooner or later.

“Claws out!” Adrien exclaimed as he transformed back into Chat noir. He turned his attention back to ladybug. “Sorry about that.”

Ladybug smiled

“It is fine kitty.” 

Chat noir felt a bit of a grin reach his face before remembering what he did.

“So about the whole identity thing, I am sorry.” Chat noir apologized.

“I said it is fine. You don’t have to worry about it. If you want I…”

“You don’t have to show me who you are. I broke our agreement of my own will. I shouldn’t ask you to show me who you are just because I needed to vent.” 

Ladybug felt her heart beat at the declaration. Here Adrien was hurting, his father in prison, his mother missing, people of paris treating him coldly, and yet he is still more concerned about her feelings. That is something Adrien would do, it was something so very Chat noir. The idea was so very both of them, that Ladybug understood how they were both one in the same. 

“Chat, you really are an amazing person. You are going through so much and yet you still put my feelings over your own.” Ladybug talked as she did her best to remain steady. “You don’t deserve to go through any of this. This is something you shouldn’t be facing alone…”

“I am not alone.”

Ladybug looked at him.

“I have Plagg, I have my friend Nino, I have Nathalie, I have my friend Marinette and I have you. That is already 5 more people then I use to have.” Chat noir perked up a bit.

“4.” Ladybug spoke softly.

“4?” Chat noir repeated confused.

Chat noir’s confusion turned to surprise one he saw ladybug undo his transformation.


Not as angsty, but don’t worry.

there will be more angst

Thoughts?

Just a short run thru of what went down at my restaurant last night:
- table of SIXTY in our little family restaurant. They called yesterday to book this.
- the table of SIXTY was split into groups of six to make it easier on kitchen
- bc of our till system, this meant that when people came to pay, they were split across different tables
- I was at the tills taking payment for half an hour, bc we have one working till
- all the orders were also going through this till

Also:
- a couple of creepy middle aged American tourists hit on the 17 year old waitress, calling her over all the time and asking for her number
- the restaurant was full, and we had a queue waiting, all night. On a Monday (usually our quietest night)
- after all this, a table of six middle aged men were sat chatting until literally everyone else had gone, and I was cleaning up around them bc they couldnt take a hint
- and after they’d finally left and I was almost done, I had to blow up 30 balloons for a kids event that’s happening

If I hadn’t already handed in my notice, i think tonight would have pushed me to quit

Fairytale - Dylan O'Brien Imagine

❁ (not my gif, cred to sweet owner) ❁

A/N: Here’s a little something I wrote months ago but never posted. I couldn’t find the right gif for this one so I just went with the Dave gif. Anyway, sorry if it’s horrible haha and sorry in advance for any spelling/grammar mistakes etc, I’m too tired to check rn.(:

[Masterlist]


Pairing: Dylan x Reader
Warning: None?
Word count: 1738


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Muns For Charity

What are we?

This blog is created and managed by a community of artists and writers from the badly drawn/ask Yuri!!! on Ice fandom. We’ve banded together to take commissions to help raise money and awareness for various causes. The charities that we will be donating to are Planned Parenthood, Flint, Standing Rock, the Trevor Project, and United Muslim Relief. We have no plans to add any more for now as to maximize the amount we donate to each of them.

How can we commission a piece?

You may contact any of the artists at munsforcharity@gmail.com. When you commission anything, please put the name of the artist/writer in the subject. In the body of the email, please detail what you would like and what charity you would like your money to go to from our list of charities–or, we can choose one for you. You can find a list of who you can commission and their prices/what they are willing to draw here. Keep in mind that many of us have busy schedules so make sure that their commissions are open before you email us. After we work out the details and the artist agrees to take on the project, we will request that you donate the money and show us a receipt confirming the transaction. Once that’s done, they will begin working on your commission!

How can I be sure this is going to charity?

Rather than donating the money through us like we originally planned, we will instead have people who want to commission us to donate the required amount directly to an organization from our list! That way, you will be the ones making sure it gets to its destination!

One last thing

If you are interested in being a part of this project, and would like to participate in Muns for Charity, we encourage you to message us, and we will send you an invite to our Discord chat where we discuss information about the project.

Writer’s Block 4.237

I intended to get this churned out in little blocks and post every 2k words. This is actually 3k, so consider the extra 1,000 words my apology. It seems even a little bit takes two weeks these days! But it’s getting closer. This is all cheese and fluff. And unedited! Please don’t point out my mistakes :) lol. I will crawl into a hole and die! 4.1 is here and you can find the first 3 here. 

Originally posted by kolaicendionysos

I’m warm, and comfortable. And flat on my stomach with my face in the mattress. The sun is peeking through the tiny slits in the blinds over my bed. There’s a soft snore next to me and I open one eye, letting a slow smile take over my face. Blonde bed hair sticks up from beneath arms as Peeta lays face down with his head buried in a pillow, elbows jutting out from underneath it. I normally enjoy sleeping alone, but that’s obviously because I have no idea what I’m missing.

Oddly, I’m not alarmed in the slightest by his presence on my couch - bed. I’m also not ready to remove myself from this scenario, so I roll towards him and lift his arm, burrowing into him. He releases a soft groan and repositions himself on his side so we fit together better, then tightens his hold on me. I don’t want to disturb our peace, so I say nothing. Neither does he.

I must fall back asleep because I’m jolted awake by a surprised Peeta sitting straight up, and I almost tumble off the side of the bed and onto the floor. He grabs my waist and when we lock eyes my stomach falls. His eyes are wide and wild, like he doesn’t know where he is. I hope it’s not regret I see there.

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anonymous asked:

#13 with Jhope or Jungkook please?❤Angst or smut maybeeee

Just for the Night (Hoseok x Reader)

Prompt request: “Are you hurt?”

Summary: Hoseok is a famous actor, and you happen to be working as a stylist on set. You and Hoseok have undeniable chemistry, but will anything come out of it?

Word count: 1.4k words

Originally posted by sunbaejin

You watched as Hoseok recited his final line. Throughout the past few months of filming, you had been completely awed by Hoseok’s presence and charisma. He was always energetic and cheerful, and his acting was stellar. You understood why the young star had risen to fame so quickly.

Plus, you were also stunned by Hoseok’s good looks. You had seen him on screen before, but in real life, it was a whole different story.

Unfortunately, with filming already wrapping up, you realized you never got the chance to talk to Hoseok. You figured a star like him would have no interest in you–a college student interning as a makeup artist. You didn’t want to get your hopes up, anyway.

The crew members and cast erupted into cheers as the final scene concluded. Filming was over. It was a bittersweet moment for you; the experience was amazing and you were sad to be saying goodbye.

With a quiet sigh, you retreated to the dressing rooms with a few other makeup artists. You only handled the secondary or background characters, so you never came into contact with the big stars.

One of the supporting characters was played by a young actress named Mina, who was around your age. She treated you like an equal, which wasn’t very common in your experiences.

“Hey, Y/N!” Mina called, running up to you and draping her arm across your shoulders. “Can you believe it? Filming’s done! Isn’t it crazy?”

“I know,” you replied sadly. “I’m kinda sad. I had so much fun working here.”

“So, once you graduate, just come work here again!” Mina chirped. “It’ll be so cool seeing all of our hard work on the big screen, you know?”

“That’s true,” you laughed. The two of you disappeared into a changing room, where you made quick work of removing Mina’s makeup and hair extensions. You chatted idly as you did so, Mina carrying most of the conversation. After a few minutes, you were finally finished. Mina changed into her regular clothes and you two exited the room.

“So, are you going to the dinner?” Mina asked as you walked through the production building’s long hallway. “The place is really nice! I mean, I’ve never been there, but I heard it’s awesome.”

“I don’t think I’m going to go,” you said reluctantly. “I dunno, it’s not really my thing. Plus, I’m an intern. The actual crew might not be too happy to have me there.”

“Don’t say that!” Mina exclaimed, slapping your arm lightly. “You do a ton of work, and you’re not even paid! You deserve a free, fancy dinner.”

“Amen,” you muttered. You turned a corner, entering the building’s large lobby. Crew and cast members were already congregating there, talking excitedly. “But still. It’ll be uncomfortable. I’m just going to go home after this.”

“You’re not coming to the dinner?” a voice suddenly asked from behind you. Both you and Mina spun around, stunned into silence upon seeing Hoseok standing just a few feet away from you.

“I-I’m not, no,” you replied quickly, tripping over your words. Barefaced and in casual clothing, Hoseok was still radiant. He smiled at you, and you had to physically resist the urge to swoon.

“Why not? It’ll be fun. Plus, free food,” Hoseok grinned. “For real, you should come, Y/N.”

“I, uh, I’ll t-think about it,” you stammered, reeling from the fact Hoseok knew your name.

“Hope I’ll see you there,” Hoseok said, shooting you a thumbs up. “You too, Mina.” With that, he walked away, presumably to talk to someone more important.

You turned to Mina, your mouth hanging open. Mina had a similar expression on her face.

“He knows my name,” you whispered to her. “Holy fuck. Why does he know my name?”

“I have no idea,” Mina replied, her voice bursting with excitement. “But you better find out!”


Two hours later, you arrived at a luxurious restaurant stuffed into one of Mina’s designer dresses. Uncomfortable in heels, you waddled up to the front of the restaurant where a few other people you recognized were standing. Mina patted your arm encouragingly, knowing how out of place you felt.

After some small talk, you were whisked into the restaurant. It was dimly lit, the interior design modern and sleek. The entire place just radiated wealth. You were itching to leave, but you wanted to talk to Hoseok once before the night ended. A girl could dream, after all.

The company had booked a whole section of the restaurant, so you and Mina just took a small table and waited to be served. Mina chattered away, and you listened attentively to whatever drama was happening in the world of celebrities. You didn’t care, really, but you had to admit it was interesting.

Eventually, dinner was served. Earlier, you had ordered lobster because you knew it was expensive. You hadn’t been paid for your labour, so you sure as hell were going to milk this free dinner for all it was worth. You had also been drinking champagne nonstop, so when you started to feel a little dizzy, you had to take a breather.

“I’m gonna go to the washroom,” you announced, pushing away from the table. Mina nodded, her mouth full of food, and waved you away. Teetering on your high heels, you searched the dark restaurant for a washroom in vain. Wandering aimlessly, you eventually found a hallway leading somewhere.

You continued walking down the hall, hoping it didn’t lead out of the building. Just as you were turning a corner, you collided with something solid. Stumbling back, you flailed as you tried to catch your balance.

Hands grabbed onto yours, keeping you steady.

“Are you hurt?” Hoseok asked, concern ringing his voice. “Oh, Y/N! You came!”

“I-I’m fine,” you blushed, letting your hands fall from Hoseok’s warm grip. “And yeah, I did. The food was good, so I’m not complaining.”

“You should’ve come talk to me sooner,” Hoseok pouted. His expression quickly turned serious, and his eyes turned dangerously dark as he looked down at you. “But you look really good tonight, Y/N.”

“Thank you,” you said quietly, biting your lip. You peered up into Hoseok’s eyes shyly. “You look nice, too.”

“Tell me if I’m reading this wrong,” Hoseok mumbled as he leaned down, his face hovering inches away from yours. You could feel his breath ghosting across your lips. When you made no attempt to move, Hoseok closed the distance, and his lips met yours.

Maybe it was the champagne, or maybe it was just Hoseok, but you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back. It was messy and too quick, but it sent shivers down your spine. Hoseok’s mouth was so warm, and his wandering hands drew you in.

“Fuck,” Hoseok groaned, pulling away to catch his breath. You panted in unison. “I’ve been wanting to do that since I first saw you.”

“You should have told me sooner,” you laughed, threading your fingers through Hoseok’s soft hair. You tugged the strands gently. “But better late than never.”

“True,” Hoseok smirked. He stepped back and grabbed your hands. “Here, follow me.”

He led you further down the hallway where there were–like you were looking for–washrooms. Hoseok pulled you into the empty washroom, clicking the lock behind you. When he turned back to look at you, the expression on his face almost predatory. You smiled at him. A challenge, which he readily accepted.

And if Hoseok liked you in Mina’s dress, he certainly liked you even more without it.


After that night with Hoseok, you parted ways without a word. Well, there were words. Hoseok was as excitable as ever. But there were no promises of keeping in touch or relationships. Both of you knew that was impossible.

So, your internship ended and you returned to school. You were actually studying special effects makeup–niche, you knew. After your final year in college, you returned to the industry with a bang. After working on a few small projects, you landed a position on a huge film project.

When you walked in on the first day, the last person you were expecting to see was Hoseok.

He spotted you almost immediately, a smile tipping the corners of his lips upward. His eyes darkened–just like they did that one night–as he looked you up and down.

“Y/N,” Hoseok said, your name sounding like honey. “Nice to see you again.”

- Girl in Luv

Thnx guys! Hope you enjoyed. I was a little low on inspo since I wrote another imagine with the same prompt. But I tried to make them as different as possible! Was also aiming for smut…but I’m too weak. You guys can guess what went down in the washroom. Also prom was fun, after prom was lit. I’m sick again tho, so was it worth??? Thanks for reading 💛

LadyNoir: Get Off  (Guest drabble by Warbond!!)

This one was written not by me, but by my husband!  I gave him my prompt list, and told him to have fun with it.  He chose the prompt and the ship, and he came up with this!!  Can we show him some love puh-lease?? 


“They did what?” he asked, a glower descending over his features.

“It’s not that big a deal. Really.” Ladybug self-consciously looked away from his face and grabbed her hanging left arm with her right hand.

Chat’s hands clenched into fists and he stalked towards the edge of the roof. “I guess it won’t be a big deal if I just go and talk to them then, huh?” He stopped short when he found Ladybug standing in his way, her chin lifted defiantly and her hands planted on her hips, a far cry from the meek creature he had seen only a moment ago.

“Chat,” she said warningly. “No.”

“Relax, Bugaboo,” he said disarmingly, a lopsided smile drawing her eyes to his mouth. “I’m not going to hurt them. I’m just going to talk to them. Sternly. With my fists.” He moved to go around her, but stopped again at the hand pressed against his chest.

“Let it go, Chat. I dealt with it. It’s over.”

He brushed her hand away. “The hell it is.” He took another step towards the edge and reached for his baton. “I–!”

Chat’s world tilted and he found himself face-down on the roof, his arm angled behind him awkwardly. He turned his head to the side to find Ladybug crouched next to him cradling his locked-out arm.

“What…!?” He gently tested her grip by trying to bend his elbow, but she had him well and truly trapped.

“I told you to let it go,” Ladybug replied, her voice turning dark with warning.

“So, what? You’re going to hold me here until our power runs out and we have to transform back? Reveal our identities to each other?”

Ladybug’s eyes narrowed, considering. “If I have to,” she said finally.

Chat put his forehead against the warm roof and let out a sigh. “Okay, okay. You win. I won’t go.” He felt her grip relax marginally. It would have to do.

Ladybug’s tone softened. “Just–hey!” Her words cut off as Chat’s muscles tensed and he spun underneath her, pulling her off balance and nearly throwing her over him. She gripped his wrist firmly and hooked a leg behind his knee as she tumbled. Her shoulder impacted the roof, eliciting a grunt through gritted teeth, but she shot out her hand and grabbed his arm before he could roll his way out from underneath her.

He managed instead to pull her right on top of him.

She hooked her foot around his other leg and sprawled on top of him, neutralizing his repeated efforts to throw her off balance and narrowly avoiding her trapping his free wrist. They were well matched. Each move from one produced a counter from the other. Soon they were both breathing hard with the effort.

“Ladybug,” he said, pausing his struggle momentarily and panting for breath, “Get off.”

She looked down at him and narrowed her eyes again. “No,” she said with a smile. She was starting to have fun.

Chat bucked his hips up and reached with his free hand to press against her chest, but suddenly became very aware of where that would place his hand. He readjusted his aim at the last second and reached instead for her shoulder, but his hesitation allowed her to twist her upper body away from his darting hand and she was finally able to grab his wrist.

Ladybug immediately pressed her advantage and spread his arms out above his head, planting them solidly against the roof, putting them face to face and effectively immobilizing him.

Chat once again bucked his hips against her, but he must have been getting tired. His effort was half hearted, and he groaned in frustration. Ladybug smiled triumphantly down at him. His pupils were dilated in the near darkness of the rooftop. His gaze flicked to her mouth and he licked his lips.

The struggle for dominance faded from Ladybug’s mind and awareness exploded into her. Their proximity. Their position. The fact that she was straddling his hips, pressing herself into him. She realized with a start that his last attempt to push her off of him wasn’t half hearted because he was tired. It was a reflexive thrust. And that wasn’t the ridge of his belt digging into her.

“M'lady, I…” he said in a breathy whisper. Their noses were nearly touching. Her heart pounding, she closed the distance between them and pressed her lips to his.


(prompt list available here, if you’d like to ask for something.)

Hey guys! It’s… haha, it’s me;;

So I’m not going to beat around the bush! I am financially in the hole again. :’) As some of my older followers may know, this tends to happen from time to time due to my welfare situation and the fact that I live in a town where jobs tend to not be reliable for low income families. 

That being said, rent is due in a week, and my rent in particular shimmies up to around $825. I need to make at least half of that if me and my two room mates hope to get through paying rent as well as confidently securing our first week of food for ourselves and our four fur babies. 

So I’m going to open two types of commissions. I apologize if these prices are too expensive for the quality, but given the circumstances and the fact that I’m also trying to juggle free animatics, I’m in a bit of hot water.

BONUS! An extra character is an extra $20 to the original prices, and animals are $10!

If you are interested, please contact me either through the Tumblr private chat, a note on Deviantart, OR e-mail me at HLKProductions@hotmail.com  NOTE: These commissions will take time to do, so if you are an individual who feels that time is more important than quality, I am not the artist for you;;;

Only serious inquiries please, at this tight of a deadline I can’t afford to wait on people’s decisions!

Thank you!

Announcing: 13 Days of Outlander

I was chatting with @gotham-ruaidh not too long ago about when to start our 13 Days of Outlander / Season 2 Appreciation. When we found out this Droughtlander was going to be longer than expected, we thought rather than save it until closer to the Season 3 premiere, we keep it closer to when Season 2 aired last year and finally settled on the below schedule so that the Season 2 finale would fall on the anniversary of the Battle of Culloden. 

  • April 4 - Through a Glass Darkly
  • April 5 - Not in Scotland Anymore
  • April 6 - Useful Occupations and Deceptions
  • April 7 - La Dame Blanche
  • April 8 - Untimely Resurrection
  • April 9 - Best Laid Schemes
  • April 10 - Faith
  • April 11 - The Fox’s Lair
  • April 12 - Je Suis Prest
  • April 13 - Prestonpans
  • April 14 - Vengeance is Mine
  • April 15 - The Hail Mary
  • April 16 - Dragonfly in Amber (Anniversary of Culloden)

Each day will be a celebration of everyone’s favorite aspects about each episode. It can be based on a set list of favorites (Favorite Scene, Favorite Costume, Favorite Set, etc.) or whatever you like. I will be reposting my previous 16 Days of Outlander posts in the 16 days before we kick off on Season 2′s 13 Days of Outlander. Feel free to repost your favorites from last year, come up with new ones if you like or if you missed it, participate for the first time. The schedule for revisiting the 16 Days will be as follows:

  • March 19 - Sassenach
  • March 20 - Castle Leoch
  • March 21 - The Way Out
  • March 22 - The Gathering
  • March 23 - Rent
  • March 24 - The Garrison Commander
  • March 25 - The Wedding
  • March 26 - Both Sides Now
  • March 27 - The Reckoning
  • March 28 - By the Pricking of My Thumbs
  • March 29 - The Devil’s Mark
  • March 30 - Lallybroch
  • March 31 - The Watch
  • April 1 - The Search
  • April 2 - Wentworth Prison
  • April 3 - To Ransom a Man’s Soul

There are any number of tags you can use for both Outlander celebrations to help ensure we all get to see them.

And let us know of any more you can think of so we can spread the word.

Let’s get the positivity flowing by reminding ourselves what it is about this show that we love so much as we embark on the last few months of this Droughtlander!

(Edited to include links and additions to the suggested tags)