i wasn't going to post this because i feel like something is missing

inimitablebiscuit  asked:

Erm Flintwood please if you're still doing 150. * Winning smile *

pairing: marcus flint x oliver wood

setting: modern, non-magical, soulmates-at-first-touch au

word count: 1394


Marcus punches his soulmate in the face the first time they meet.

Wait.

No.  

It’s worse than that.

Marcus punches his soulmate in the face the first time they meet, the flats of his knuckles crunching against the guy’s jaw, hard enough to draw blood and leave a mark and hurt—and then there’s a strange fluttering sensation erupting in the pit of Marcus’s stomach, a comforting, calming warmth suffusing the blood in his veins and the marrow in his bones and it’s exactly like how they’d described it in Health class, the awareness—the connection—slotting into place so seamlessly that he’s astonished he’d never noticed something missing before now.  

“Oh, fuck,” Marcus blurts out. “Oh—fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Marcus’s soulmate—who’s tall and lean and has the prettiest brown eyes, what the shit—is just sprawled out on the dirty arena floor, blinking and blinking and prodding gingerly at the bruise that’s already beginning to blossom—

“No,” the guy says firmly. “This isn’t happening.”

“Fuck you,” Marcus immediately snaps. “I rejected you first.”

The guy snorts, kind of irritatingly sarcastic, before grimacing. His emotions, so far as Marcus can tell, are all over the place; shock and dismay and frustration and—very, very deeply—a flickering, almost unwilling tremor of interest.  

“It wouldn’t work, anyway,” the guy goes on, more loudly. “You have terrible opinions about hockey.”

“Fuck you,” Marcus snaps again. “You’re the one in the shitty jersey.”

“He’s won three Cups.”

“Yeah, and he was a fucking healthy scratch for two of them,” Marcus retorts. “Try again.”

“Hockey is a team sport,” the guy says hotly. “It isn't—it isn’t about individual accomplishments.”

Marcus rolls his eyes. “Sure, whatever,” he drawls, “but your shitty jersey is still shitty.”

The guy’s mouth falls open, and Marcus can feel the sour note of his indignation—the jagged spike of his outrage—as clearly as if it were his own. “Jesus fucking Christ,” the guy sputters, shaking his head like he’s got a nervous tic. “What are you so—what are you so angry about?”

Marcus raises his eyebrows. “Um,” he says slowly, because, really, what the shit, “I’m not angry. I’m confused.”

“No.” The guy frowns. “You’re definitely angry. I feel it, like—” He gestures vaguely to his chest and upper abdomen. “Right there. Like heartburn.”

Marcus’s nostrils flare, and he scratches viciously at the side of his neck to distract himself from the fact that this complete fucking stranger with boy band hair and, and Bambi eyes is apparently better at deciphering Marcus’s emotions than Marcus is.  

“Oh, hell,” the guy sighs, “now you're—embarrassed, don’t be like that, I didn’t mean to—hey, come on, where are you—where are you going? You can’t just—hey! Come back!”

Marcus does not come back.

And the ensuing wave of regret that pulses through Marcus’s sternum is lukewarm and salty and depressingly difficult to pinpoint the origins of.

It’s not his, he thinks stubbornly.

Probably.


Marcus lasts two and a half days before the persistent invisible tugging at his gut becomes too annoying to bear.

He follows it.

He follows it to a bench in Riverside Park that’s near where the gross little fish and chips stand is, and the scent of old frying oil undercut by whatever the fuck is currently decomposing in the Hudson is—less nauseating than it arguably fucking should be, seriously, what the shit.

But—

His soulmate, his soulmate, is sitting with his legs spread obnoxiously wide, wrists crossed and hands dangling in his lap, squinting intently up at the clouds like he’s waiting for them to tell him what to do next. It’s endearing. Maybe. Marcus’s stomach is in knots—a tangled mess of dread and unease and, abruptly, relief.

“Oh,” the guy says, quirking his lips into something that Marcus chooses to generously describe as a smile. The bruise on the guy’s jaw is a lurid, chalky looking violet, partially obscured by the auburn of his stubble. “You found me.”

“Of course I fucking found you,” Marcus says, dropping down next to him. Their knees brush, just for a moment, and it’s like—lightning, bright and fierce and sizzling, coiling around the base of his spine. “There’s been this—this buzzing, in the back of my head—”

“Yeah,” the guy interjects glumly. “I know. I would've—if you hadn’t. I would’ve tried to find you.” He pauses. “I missed you, I guess, which is—weird.”

Marcus scowls down at the sidewalk. There’s a crack in the cement, and it’s dirty, gritty with loose gravel around the edges, splintering off into a dozen hairline fractures before disappearing into the grass. He can feel his own surprise at the guy’s admission, and it’s so—uncomfortable, knowing that there’s nothing he can hide behind. Making himself smaller, holding himself still; they’re not antidotes for anything, not anymore, and this guy—his soulmate—he’s got a rabbit-fast heartbeat and an intimidatingly focused way of feeling things. Marcus wonders how he’s supposed to get used to that.  

“I’m Marcus,” he eventually offers, voice emerging gruffer than he’d have liked. “My name, I mean. It's—Marcus.”

The guy turns, slightly, to look over at Marcus. “Oliver. I’m Oliver.” He hesitates before he goes on, sounding nonplussed, “I still can’t believe you fucking hit me. Over a jersey.”

Marcus huffs. “It’s a really shitty jersey.”

Oliver grins, short and sweet and self-deprecating, before nudging at Marcus’s ribs with the point of his elbow. “I’ve, uh. I’ve been told I’ve got kind of a…bad habit of, of taking things too seriously.” His mouth twists, and the stabbing ache of some long-ago insult, or argument; it lances through the pads of Marcus’s fingers, stinging and sharp. “Obsessive. That’s what—I dunno. That’s what I’ve been told. I can be…obsessive. About—whatever.”

“Obsessive,” Marcus repeats, shaking out his hand. “That’s your—one big fault. Enthusiasm.”

Oliver shrugs, easy and casual, like it doesn’t matter, like Marcus can’t literally feel the crippling uncertainty—the tension, swampy and thick—weighing down his limbs. “Enthusiasm is…too nice of a word for it, I think.”

“Bullshit,” Marcus hears himself say, with absolutely zero fucking direction from his brain, or his conscience, or his admittedly flimsy sense of self-preservation. “Enthusiasm is the perfect fucking word for it.”

Oliver startles, slightly, eyes widening a fraction. There’s a coolly refreshing burst of—happiness, maybe; gratitude, definitely—coating the back of Marcus’s tongue. Citrus. Summer. Chlorine and coconut. It’s fucking nice.

“Oh. Um. Okay,” Oliver says, haltingly. “Thanks.”

A tentative silence descends between them on the bench. Marcus drums his fingers against the inseam of his jeans, jiggling his foot and glaring at a rotting spear of tree bark and swallowing around a metallic-tasting lump in his throat that he instinctively wants to label curiosity.  

“Sorry,” Marcus grunts, slouching forward. “About the—hitting you. I just—sorry. I was angry. I get angry.”

Oliver stares at him, bottom lip clutched between his teeth, and there’s a swirl of something taking root in his lungs, something chewy and rich, like caramel, so that every breath he takes in is like burnt brown sugar crystallizing against the roof of his mouth, but then there’s more, too, a champagne bubble pop of amusement, and—

“It’s alright,” Oliver says wryly. “I heard I was wearing a pretty shitty jersey.”

Marcus snorts, and then groans, and then laughs, almost despite himself, before confessing, as quietly as he can manage—  

“Yeah, I’m…not really sorry, anyway.”


anonymous asked:

Something I've been confused about for months is the people saying that Cursed Child is a queerbait. I only guess I don't understand the term properly because I thought it meant that writers teasing that a character was gay and then not delivering? Albus/Scorpius were close but it wasn't like they were definitely hinted as being gay and then it was pulled away? There's something I'm missing? I thought you would be ok to ask and explain if you knew?

I must stress that this really is my own personal opinion; I’m really not trying to upset anyone with my train of thought on this…it’s really just how I see it from my own perspective.

Albus, Scorpius and Scorbus really deserves its own post - but I’m going to deviate slightly, because the issue with the ‘queerbait’ in Cursed Child for me isn’t completely about Albus and Scorpius.  

Their relationship, whether romantic or brotp, is beautifully written, and depicts two teenage boys in a very different fashion to what we saw in the original series (e.g. Harry and Ron’s brotp).  It’s beautiful, it’s kind, it’s caring and it’s loving.  And it’s perfectly fine if it did evolve into Scorbus, but it’s also equally fine for it to be a deep friendship between two people without any romantic or sexual element.

The issue with queerbaiting and the Potter franchise is complicated.  I lived through Section 28 - and there is no way on this planet that anyone could’ve written an explicitly queer character in those first few books back in the late 90s.  I fully appreciate that Harry Potter is of its time - and its time is a moment when the UK was very uneasy with the issue of sexuality, particularly representations that were aimed at children.

However, the end of Harry Potter came at a time where there was a huge social shift.   Our society came on leaps and bounds between the 1990s and the 2000s.   As the series was wrapping up, we had legislation to protect us, civil partnerships - and then incredibly, recently, we gained marriage rights.  

That’s all brilliant - but it dates Potter horribly.  You read it now, you look at it and think, “Wow, there’s no queer representation in here at all.”  But y’know, I’m sure we’re all mature enough to look at the front and say, “Ah, published in 1997!  No wonder!”

But Cursed Child was published in 2016.  Cursed Child was published years after JK told us Dumbledore was gay.  Cursed Child was published years after this:

…but yet again, we’ve gone through a whole book without a single character who is clearly queer.

The issue, as I see it, isn’t so much that people are solely disappointed/sad/upset/angry that Scorbus wasn’t a thing…but that they as queer fans nodded their heads during those early years and said, “It’s ok, there’s nothing JK could’ve done - she couldn’t have written us some representation in the books; her hands were tied.”

…but now? 

If I was being generous, I suppose there’s an argument that any Potter book is going to sell in huge numbers.  The play was less certain, and perhaps they were advised against featuring any queer characters lest it affect how the play was received.  Perhaps.

I also suppose there’s an argument that JK has stated that she sees Dumbledore as gay, and there’s a Fantastic Beasts series in the pipeline, and it could be that she’s decided to write her queer representation in that instead.

But at the end of the day, there’s an awful lot of queer kids who grew up with the series who felt they had to nod their heads and say, “It’s ok, I understand why you can’t show me,” - and that was hard enough in 1997, frightfully difficult in 2007…but doing so in 2017 feels ridiculous.

So, to answer your question, it’s not really that Albus and Scorpius were coded as queer and then turned out not to be (admittedly, they are certainly coded very differently to a lot of male brotp pairings that we see in the media, which possibly made it more difficult…at times it did feel as if there was more to it than just a friendship)…

…but it’s almost that the franchise sort of whispered that us queer kids were part of it, and we all secretly understood why it couldn’t say it out loud…but right at the moment that it was given a platform and a golden opportunity to prove it stood with us, it backed out.

anonymous asked:

Ok I need this information to stay sane. what chat and which dialogue option you choose to get that answer about Zen's needy mind HOW COME I MISSED THIS GEM also if it's not a problem you once posted a screen of chat where Zen's talks about a character he is going to play who is awfully like him but he's so oblivious about it. I was laughing my ass for solid ten minutes and this post still makes my day but I did all routes and I wasn't lucky to get it T__T When did that chat happen?

Here’s all the info, dear ͡ ° ͜ʖ ͡ – ✧

Zen’s “kinda stupid” character:
Casual common route day 2, “Romance novel company” (8:05 pm). Skip the chat. Or just don’t participate in it, read it later. I recommend that you miss all chats in the prologue at least once (it takes zero effort and zero hgs after all :P), because all the characters tend to say new things when you’re not around. Like Jaehee mentioning playing hide-and-seek with Elizabeth “using the butterfly toy” or Zen calling V “mom”.

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Needy Zen
Day one, “Zen’s expectation” (around 9:50 pm). This one is tricky because it’s one of three options that branches from a branch of three options (if that makes sense lol). I replayed day one so many times, and yet I only found this gem yesterday by accident. Pick “I’m excited for all the things to come” after he asks you how you feel about joining the RFA. He’ll say something very flirty. And now we play dumb:

To burn a heart out of Sherlock - the final problem...

With this post I’m probably walking on an very unpopular path within this fandom…on thin ice, so to speak. Especially among the “Johnlockers”, which I am myself… though

Straight forward then:

To burn the heart out of Sherlock was never about John Watson.

So there is that…

Why??? Let me explain…

While responding to comments on my other post about the Sherlock shooting Mycroft scene, it occured to me, that in this very moment, these (probably) last few moments of Mycrofts life, when he finally lets all the guards down and Sherlock can look straight through him, straight through his facade, Sherlock has to realise that Mycroft really truely deeply cares and therefor caring IS an advantage!!! At this very moment Sherlock reconnected with his feelings, only to have to kill them directly afterwards!!!

And THIS is the heart Moriarty wanted to burn out of Sherlock! This is where all the final problem was about!

And this is not about Mycroft, but about Sherlock realising and reconnecting with his feelings, only to cause him the deepest pain directly afterwards. This is about Sherlock, who has to make this awful choice at exactly that moment, when it would hurt him most! And it would hurt him no matter wich choice he would make!! This is about make him dance, cause him pain, leave him behind as a total wreck…

All the time the whole game was not (only) about losing John Watson, but about to relight the sentiment/the feelings in Sherlock! Only to cause him the most awful pain the very same moment this would happen.
John was probably a poppet in the game. Very useful that Sherlock was so attached to him. Very useful, that John stirred up feelings in Sherlock. Very useful that Sherlock was more and more vulnerable because of these feelings. John Watson was a useful part in the bigger plan! A big part - that’s true….
But to really realise and understand that all the “caring is not an advantage” was a farce - all the time, all his life - that he is meant to feel and to care… therefor he had to go to his roots, where it all started - he had to go deep!!!
Only then, when he reactivated his feeling heart, only then it could have been burned out!

And his roots had nothing to do with John, but with Mycroft (and if you want with Eurus…but that is (for the moment) an other story to be told…).

Because what was first named and thereby initiated here:

is finished here:


So why does he get off here? Because he got all he wanted. His task is done, he reached his goal! This is what he had hoped for - Holmes killing Holmes!!
This is what he predicted - so this is what he had planned all along! 
He even saved it for a special occasion! And what was this “final problem” if not special??

And why does he say “The end of a line”?
Normally “the end of a line” is used, when the last memeber of a bloodline died. That’s the end of this bloodline, this is the end of that family - but this isn’t the case here.
This "line" is meant as his "timeline" of his game, I guess. And “line” remembers me of something flat, something boring…. something like “staying alive”?!!?!!?

JIM: Ah. Here we are at last – you and me, Sherlock, and our problem – the final problem.
(He holds the phone up higher.)
JIM: Stayin’ alive! It’s so boring, isn’t it?

(Angrily he switches off the phone.)
JIM: It’s just … (he holds his hand out flat with the palm down and skims it slowly through the air level to the roof) … staying. 

So the staying has reached it’s end. Also the “staying alive” though…?
Did he hope for Sherlock to kill himself afterwards? Did he hope for Sherlock returning to drugs and be killed by an overdose? Did he hope for Sherlock to actually being a walking dead because of all the pain he caused him, so that he never could be happy again??
I don’t know…luckily he didn’t reach his goal here! He did get off to early it seems - missed the target!!!
Because in the end, Sherlock decided to quit the game, didn’t play anymore!! And this took all  of Moriarty’s power away! Sherlock was no poppet anymore - finally he was more himself than ever before! Aknowledging his feelings, making his own choice! And this is where he finally found the key to his past/to his emotions to finally set himself free!


So in my opinion this is it. This was the final problem! Sherlock finding back to his feelings, to reconnect heart and brain! Moriarty thought and hoped this would destroy him…. but actually it made Sherlock stronger than ever before!!!


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hyperstorms  asked:

DawnSpecs - Looking back on it, Ignis wasn't entirely sure how this had happened. (what 'this' is is entirely up to you! Can be anything!)

I was going to wait until morning to post this because it’s been hard keeping up with three of these a day but it’s my guilty pleasure and I love you and want you to have nice things. 

‘This’ is 100% smut. You have all been warned. ENJOY!

Word count: 936

Looking back on it, Ignis wasn’t entirely sure how this had happened. Perhaps it had begun with the silent exchange between Noctis and Prompto that he pretended he hadn’t seen, or maybe it had been the teasing finger that he had dragged across Noctis’s jawline before he left them to take a trip in a different part of the city for a couple of nights. For all Ignis knew, it could have been anything that triggered the series of events that led him yearning for the both of them. 

He hadn’t thought anything of it when his phone vibrated on the nightstand later that evening, flashing that he had a message from Prompto. Knowing him, it was likely a photo of their prince sound asleep in some cute position that Ignis wished he has been there himself to witness. Reaching for the phone and seeing that he had indeed received some sort of media, he had assumed he had been correct.

At first glance, the video seemed innocent. The thumbnail showed nothing that could be construed as lewd apart from it looked like it they were in the kitchen. Nothing strange about that but the fact that the only time Noctis went in the kitchen was to find snacks or find him to make him snacks. Still, he couldn’t have prepared himself for what he did see upon tapping the triangular play button on the screen.

Noctis’s moans immediately rang through the speaker loud and clear, followed closely by Prompto’s soft, teasing giggle. The video shook as Prompto zoomed in on Noctis’s face, flush, mouth ajar, and dark hair matted to his forehead with sweat. Ignis almost didn’t hear Prompto speak over the over and over again moans spilling from the prince’s lips.

“Noooct, whatcha thinkin’ about?” Prompto’s singsong voice cut in as he watched Noctis through the camera. Fingers played with his lips and immediately disappeared into a warm mouth as Noctis sucked on them, earning him, and Ignis, the delightful sound of Prompto gasping. “Are you thinking about Iggy?”

Ignis’s groin tightened at the very thought of what Noctis could be doing, and rather suddenly he realized what it insinuated. A long groan rumbled in his throat, now fully invested in the show his boys had put on for him.

Prompto’s voice cut into the speaker again, but this time it was harsher, more aroused. The camera moved to show that Noctis was bent over the kitchen counter, fully nude, and fingers moving in and out of his ass, teasing and prepping himself. Ignis drank him in. There was something incredibly hot about the prince fucking himself, flush from head to toe and almost whorishly moaning, careful not to call out any one name in particular. Still, the gesture hadn’t gone over Ignis’s head.

The prince was masturbating and fucking himself thinking about him, about him and Prompto worshipping the gorgeous body the Astrals blessed him with.

It took no time at all for Ignis to strip himself of his pants and join them in spirit, stroking his cock as he watched Noctis’s fingers vanish, then reappear rapidly. Again, the camera turned and was adjusted, with a bit of difficulty, to show Prompto, now naked and sitting atop the counter in front of Noctis and holding the phone up to offer a bird’s eye view.

And what a view it was. Ignis moaned, barely keeping his voice to a minimum as he continued watching his boys play, but he couldn’t help the slightly louder groan that tore from his chest when Prompto’s head tipped back and Noctis took all of his cock into his mouth. There was something downright melodic about the way their voices meshed, like a forbidden, enchanting song that ensnared good men like himself and made them greedy.

Ignis wanted them. Both of them. Never had he imaged he would need anyone so much, but he had been spoiled, for now he couldn’t see himself without one or the other.

As their moans grew louder and came faster, so did Ignis’s. The thought of being there with them in that moment, watching first-hand how Noctis pushed himself further onto him fingers, how Prompto’s legs spread further and hips snapped seconds before he came on Noctis’s lips…

Prompto was always first. Noctis followed suit shortly after, and how Prompto had managed to angle the phone just right to get the shot of the prince coming hard onto the kitchen tile and spattering onto the cabinets was nothing short of amazing. Ignis followed almost immediately after and the phone slid from his grasp onto the pillow beside him, barely of the mind to cover his mouth as he moaned lewdly into his palm and came over his sleep pants and stomach.

On the other end of the phone he heard the sound of sloppy kisses and a part of him ached that he wasn’t there to clean them up and hold them in their afterglow. The sex was wonderful, always, but he preferred the intimate haze of sticky, naked bodies clinging together and tired, lazy lips touching and muttering sweet nothings.

Noctis’s voice broke his train of thought and Ignis picked up the phone again to see him and Prompto blow him a kiss.

“We miss you. Come back soon.”

The video ended, and Ignis smiled fondly as he found himself sliding the cursor to the end of the video and replaying the words again, and again, and again.

Ignis wasn’t sure what he had gotten into with them, but if it was so bad, how could it feel so utterly, blissfully right?

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Undertale - Starter Sentences
  • SPOILER WARNINGS AHEAD! Please proceed with caution. As always, feel free to change any pronouns/words to your liking.
  • "You're new here, aren'tcha?"
  • "Golly, you must be so confused."
  • "Hey buddy, you missed some."
  • "Is this a joke? Are you braindead?"
  • "You just wanted to see me suffer."
  • "Ah, do not be afraid, my child."
  • "Welcome to your new home."
  • "Here, take my hand for a moment."
  • "I should not have left you alone for so long."
  • "Surprise! It is a butterscotch-cinnamon pie."
  • "I want you to have a nice time living here."
  • "I have seen it time and time again. They come. They leave. They die."
  • "I am only protecting you, do you understand?"
  • "Hmph. You are just like the others."
  • "Attack or run away!"
  • "I know you want to go home, but..."
  • "I promise I will take good care of you here. I know we do not have much, but... We can have a good life here."
  • "My expectations... My loneliness... My fear... For you, I will put them aside."
  • "Do not worry about me. Someone has to take care of these flowers."
  • "Quick, behind that conveniently-shaped lamp."
  • "I will bathe in a shower of kisses every morning."
  • "Hmm... Maybe this lamp will help you."
  • "He's playing poker by himself. He appears to be losing."
  • "I can't be your friend!"
  • "I guess this means I have to go out on a date with you?"
  • "All that pressure to succeed... Really got to her..."
  • "You know what would be more valuable to everyone? If you were dead."
  • "You think I'm gonna be friends with you, huh?"
  • "We're gonna be best friends!!"
  • "Envision these vegetables as your greatest enemy! Now!! Pound them to dust with your fists!!"
  • "Uh, you know, like a robotic TV star or something."
  • "Now he's an unstoppable killing machine with a thirst for human blood?"
  • "Yes, she scrawls her name in the margins of the notes. She names programming variables after her. She even writes stories of them together, sharing a domestic life. Probability of crush -- 101%."
  • "Yeah, you gotta save your money for college and spiders."
  • "D-Dude... I can't... I can't take this anymore! Not like this!! Like, [NAME]! I like... I like, LIKE you, bro!"
  • "I found a gun in the dumpster!"
  • "He's like, my robot husband. He just doesn't know it yet."
  • "You've still got time. Don't live like me. I'm 19-years old, and I've already wasted my entire life."
  • "Never interact with attractive people."
  • "Why do people find him so attractive? He's literally just a freaking rectangle."
  • "Future? What future? I'll probably be trapped at this stupid job forever."
  • "This was all just a big show. An act. [NAME] has been playing you for the fool the whole time."
  • "All so you would think she's the great person that she's not."
  • "Nice day today, huh? Birds are singing, flowers are blooming..."
  • "We could be like... Like a family..."
  • "You really are an idiot."
  • "Killing me is the only way to end this."
  • "If you let me live... I'll come back. I'll kill you. I'll kill everyone you love."
  • "Don't you realize that being nice... just makes you get hurt?"
  • "Let's go to the garbage dump!!"
  • "She's so confident... And strong... And funny..."
  • "I'm just a nobody. A fraud. All I've ever done is hurt people. I've told her so many lies, she thinks I'm... She thinks I'm a lot cooler than I actually am."
  • "If she gets close to me, she'll... She'll find out the truth about me. ... What should I do?"
  • "Let's roleplay it."
  • "I kiss her back... S...softly... I... l-look gently into her eyes... I START HOLLERING!! [NAME]!!! I LOVE YOU!!! [NAME]!!! KISS ME AGAIN, [NAME]!!!"
  • "...WHAT did you just say?"
  • "You don't have to lie to me. I don't want you to have to lie to anyone anymore."
  • "[NAME]... I want to help you become happy with who you are."
  • "Anime is real, RIGHT?!"
  • "[NAME] and I finished our training early. Very early. So I sent her home. Very home."
  • "Is that your ex? Gee, that's rough, buddy."
  • "OH MY GOD. Will you two just smooch already?!"
  • "It's all your fault. It's all because you made them love you."
  • "Your life will end here, where no one remembers you..."
  • "No! I don't need anyone!"
  • "[NAME]... Do you know why I keep doing this? Why I keep fighting to have you around?"
  • "I'm doing this... because you're special. You're the only one that understands me."
  • "I care about you, [NAME]. I care about you more than anyone else in the world."
  • "I'm not ready for this to end. I'm not ready to say goodbye to someone like you again."
  • "I'm so alone... I'm so afraid... [NAME], I... I... I'm so sorry."
  • "I always was a crybaby, wasn't I?"
  • "I wish I could tell you how everyone feels about you."
  • "I understand if you can't forgive me. I understand if you hate me. I acted so horrible. I hurt you. I hurt so many people. There's no excuse for what I've done."
  • "Maybe... The truth is... [NAME] wasn't really the greatest person."
  • "You're the type of friend I wish I always had."
  • "Take a deep breath. There's nothing left to worry about."
“Away From Home” (BTS Suga x Reader)

A/N: Again, not requested but I feel guilty for never posting so I’m really trying here. I hope I get some requests soon because then I’d have something to write! BTW this is written based off of what I heard about Suga’s past and it is not meant to offend anyone at all.

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Genre:  Angst w/ fluff at the end

Warning: Mentions drugs, alcohol, and being homeless

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anonymous asked:

okay but an army au where either sirius or remus is drafted and the other one wasn't and just general army au feels and panic?

why do i hate myself


The evening light spills in through their large apartment windows, the warm, dusty glow making every line softer, ever surface warmer.

Remus watches the TV in the living room from their small kitchen has he makes dinner. He really should put some socks on—the tiles are freezing—but he’s too scared to leave the lasagna alone and miss an instruction. It’s more likely than not that it won’t burn in his two minute absence, but he told Sirius he was making dinner tonight. He’s not going to mess it up.

He dips a carrot stick in the hummus he’s planning on convincing Sirius that he made himself, and munches idly as he attempts to wash a pot and focus on the evening news playing at the same time.

The news reporter is wearing too much makeup and keeps annoyingly folding and un-folding her fingers, “Young males everywhere are becoming more and more restless as the newly active draft, announced just last Thursday on June 21st, takes more and more brothers, husbands, and loved ones from their homes and jobs. Having been so long since any warfare has effected every day civilians this much…”

But Remus wasn’t listening anymore, instead shaking his head as he watched the images flashing up on the screen of boys tearful at airports, being arrested for refusal, draft letters being burned in the street, thrown from open windows. Remus’ heart ached for them.

He’d never been a particularly religious person, but he found himself praying to something, anything, constantly asking to end this. He found himself thinking, those poor souls. Over and over again. Those poor souls.

He heard the door click as a key was inserted into it, and was broken from his thoughts. He glances at the oven to make sure the lasagna looks alright and is drying his hands when he hears Sirius’ boots in the hall. Sirius doesn’t call out.

His first clue should have been this silence.

“Babe? In the kitchen!” Remus calls, “Don’t come in here it’s a surprise! Living room!”

He throws the towel aside and pads into the living room, the warm carpet a relief against his cold feet. Sirius is already standing behind the couch, eyes fixed on the draft video compilation that is still playing, facing away from Remus. He still hasn’t said a word.

Remus clues in this time. His brows furrow and he approaches more hesitantly, “Pads, what is it? Is everything-“

“Re.”

The way Sirius says his name stops Remus dead. His voice is barely there, quivering. He still hasn’t turned around.

“Sirius…” Remus takes a hesitant step forward, “look at me, love. Wh-“

Sirius turns. He jaw is clenched, eyes slightly bloodshot. Remus sucks in a breath because, of all things, this was not what he was expecting tonight.

“God, Sirius what hap-“

Then his eyes flicker down to the piece of paper held loosely in Sirius’ hands. He’s holding it as if he wants nothing more than to let it go. Remus suddenly feels like the world has lurched, or maybe he is falling, or maybe his heart is tumbling, because there’s no question what it is. Remus can see the seal through the thin white fibers.

He looks back up to Sirius, eyes wild, “No. No.” Remus’ breathing picks up and Sirius takes a step forward, eyes glassy and lip between his teeth.

“No…” Remus can’t seem to say anything else. This happens. Remus knows this happens but it happens to other people. Not them. Not them. Not Sirius. not him-

Remus snaps out of it, practically flinging himself at the couch where the the evening post is set. He tears through it, throwing every single letter that isn’t what he’s looking for.

“No,” His voice his rising and he doesn’t know he’s crying until dark splotches appear on the envelopes, “fuck, no!”

He feels Sirius drop to his knees behind him, feels his shaking arms wrap around his waist, feels his wet cheek against his neck, “Remus, stop. You don’t have one, you know you don’t have one. It’s okay, it’s okay-“

“No!” Remus practically sobs because Sirius doesn’t understand. He needs one. He needs one, he needs to go with- “You aren’t going alone! You can’t go- I can’t-“ It’s getting harder to breath, and he curses the doctor that declared him unfit, curses his lungs, curses his weak, weak lungs, “I can’t let you-“ He’s gasping now, choking.

Sirius pulls him away from the pile of papers, pulls him into his lap, Remus’ back against his chest. Remus can barely hear him telling him to breath, his ears are ringing.

“You can’t leave me-“ He hears himself say, but it doesn’t sound like his voice. His chest fucking burns.

“Please breath, Re… God, breath. It’s okay, it’s okay-“ But Sirius’ voice is breaking and Remus is staring transfixed, face blank, at Sirius’ letter he let fall onto the couch.

He tries to breath slowly, gripping Sirius’ hands against his stomach, until he doesn’t feel like he’s breathing through mud anymore. He listens to Sirius crying softly against his neck and turns around in his arms. He wipes his thumbs over Sirius’ wet cheeks, he tries to kiss him but he’s crying too. He drops his face into Sirius’ neck, feeling the weight of Sirius’ against his shoulder, and they sit there, desperate, their world crumbling slowly around them.

Those poor souls. Remus finds himself thinking.

Those poor souls.

Over (part 1)

  Everything is coming to a startling end for Harry and Y/N. It’s really over?

I’m gonna go ahead and apologize for this one. Harry HAD been gone for a long time and I was feeling some type of way about it…

PART 2


    When had it become so one sided? How long had it hurt so badly? Since when were you the one making all the effort, and why haven’t you felt it until now? It was all crashing down. Crumbling, burning, incinerating. Screaming and rumbling– but you were silent. Words were caught in your throat, they didn’t dare escape. 

    “’M sorry. I just can’t….” Harry interrupted, his voice fuzzy coming from the phone. Always from the phone. 

    “It– Yeah..Alright. Maybe next week, right?” So badly you wanted to hide the realization in your voice, but it made itself known anyway.

    “Y/N,” He began, but never finished. Even he knew that his argument didn’t stand a chance. 

    After countless moments of silence, ones that you spent hoping and praying Harry would come up with a compromise, he ended the phone call with a promise of he would call later. Of course he would, but how much later this time? Hours? Days? Weeks? It had turned into this now– a waiting game. 

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((Sudden inspiration while watching videos. Tyvan, anyone?))

“Future googling man, am I ever going to get married?”

A joke. It was just a joke. Evan didn’t know what he was saying. He didn’t know what kind of heartache he was putting him through by asking such a simple question. After all, Evan was from the past; he didn’t have the knowledge that he had, or the memories he was plagued with as this Evan had yet to make them.

This wasn’t his Evan, and he needed to accept that. This Evan was meant for the Tyler of this timeline; a Tyler neither of them had yet to meet, and a Tyler he couldn’t personally know without breaking the space time continuum. Evan couldn’t possibly know what was going to happen to him, or the sad reality that the answer to his silly question was. He was merely making a joke; a dumb light hearted joke that was never meant to hit him like a knife to the chest, paired with an easy smile that only twisted it. He was just trying to tease him.

But it hurt, it hurt so very much. It hurt to know that this Evan was so blissfully unaware of the horror that he was going to put him through. It hurt to know that in a few short weeks after Tyler had long returned to the future, Evan was going to meet the him from this timeline in a crowded bar, and fall hopelessly in love.

It hurt to know that they were going to share their first kiss against the passenger seat door of his car outside Evan’s apartment building, and it hurt to know that he would invite him to move in with him but a few months later. It pained him to remember the long nights spent playing video games and laughing over pointless inside jokes; the nights when they drunkenly stumbled home from their dates hand in hand as they were much too tipsy to drive; the nights spent stealing kisses beneath the covers as fingers traced over ribs and toes brushed against shins.

This Evan had never experienced that, not yet. This Evan never gave him his heart in the form of a shiny silver ring and a promise to love him until death did them part. This wasn’t the Evan he was engaged to. This wasn’t the Evan that he fell so deeply in love with.

This wasn’t the Evan that he left for dead.

His Evan was long gone, and long devoured by undead that had yet to rise from the soil they were buried in. His Evan had screamed for help and called out his name so desperately, even after it was clear that Tyler wasn’t going to return for him and was choosing to save his own life instead. He had lost his Evan all because he was selfish, and now this Evan, this sweet innocent Evan with bright eyes and a hope for the future, was going to suffer the same fate.

He wanted to warn him but he couldn’t. He wanted to hunt down the Tyler from this timeline and warn him of the mistake they would regret for years to come if he chose to be selfish, but he couldn’t. If he influenced the past, then he’d mess up the future, and as he much as he wanted to alter the course of time and try to bring his own Evan back, he couldn’t. The only reason the apocalypse happened to begin with was because he fucked with time travel, and now he couldn’t fuck with it further out of fear of making things even worse. He missed his Evan, and he wanted to protect this one from himself, but he couldn’t. He just couldn’t. He was already playing a dangerous game just by talking to him, and he couldn’t risk making things even worse.

His Evan was gone and he needed to accept that. Karma had ripped his Evan away and he didn’t deserve to miss him, but he felt a hollow ache in his chest regardless, and regret ate away at his insides as he silently wished this Evan had asked him something else. He didn’t need the reminder that he could have married him, if only he had tried to save him. He thought about that enough as it was.

Playing with the silver band tightly wrapped around his ring finger, Tyler finally gave him an answer. “No, you’re going to die alone,” he said bluntly, and Evan laughed, mistaking it for a joke, and the sound echoed and rattled around in the empty hole inside his chest.

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Okay so here is a little something I’ve been working on for @s-kinnaly (I’m sorry I took so long but ahhhhh life), featuring Covarog and Ralnor having what was supposed to be a nice, sweet brotherly moment (based on this art of s-kinnaly’s) buuuut it very swiftly turned into angst D: 

Features @figmentforms Rinku and other characters from ATOTR.

Find some teenage brother angst under the cut!

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anonymous asked:

ok so i know this will probably be unpopular of an opinion but, i actually want to see the izukuxochako direction be a relationship that didnt work out romantically, so no over the top drama or bad break ups they just realized that what they had wasn't a romantic attraction and/or they just didn't fit together as a couple. Mostly cause you never see a full relation ship in any sort of series, you mostly see the falling in love stage never how it turns out so it would be an interesting route

[in reference to this post]

to be perfectly honest, i’d really love to see the relationship go in this direction

Horikoshi loves to subvert and play with tropes, and that would be a really interesting direction to go with this particular story device. we rarely see past the ‘falling in love’ stage, as you mentioned, and it would be really interesting to see Horikoshi tackle that.

i mentioned in my post before that Izuku got over his crush on Uraraka really quickly, because it wasn’t really rooted in anything deep. Uraraka’s crush is rooted in something much more concrete, but it’s still really early.

i’d like for Izuku to learn about Uraraka’s crush, but feel conflicted. because he did like her like that when they first met, but over time it faded away without him even realizing it, and now he just views her as a really good friend. it’s hard for him to imagine her in a romantic light now.

and Uraraka , maybe, realizes this. she kept her feelings to herself for so long that she might’ve missed her chance to form a romantic relationship with Izuku. maybe they do try dating for a bit, just to see how it goes, but it doesn’t work out because their feelings aren’t on the same page anymore.

i’m certain that this won’t happen because the narrative has just put so much focus on Uraraka’s crush on Izuku, so i’m sure that something will come out of it. but it’s interesting to think about how it could… not work. 

like, i’m sure Izuku and Uraraka would stay really good friends, because they have a lot of great chemistry that way. breakups don’t always have to mean the complete end of your relationship with that person.

idk. i’d like to see a narrative in a shonen where the two main characters liked each other at some point, but it didn’t work out, because that’s usually what happens in real life. 

your first crush isn’t likely to be who you end up with. maybe we could see the character’s relationships after they realize that it won’t work, and maybe we could see how one of them deals with a broken heart (because it’ll still hurt, no matter how soft), while still being friends. we could see them move on from this without it being the end of the world.

i’d love to see this narrative in relation to Uraraka and Izuku, because it would be really interesting to see this kind of narrative in a genre where it never happens. because sometimes romantic feelings aren’t reciprocated, or it doesn’t always end in happily ever after

again, i’m sure that this won’t happen, but i think it would be a really interesting route for Horikoshi to take in regards to Izuku and Uraraka’s relationship

corteae  asked:

CUTE SHIZAYA PROPOSALS

1. shizuo blurts it out loud without thinking. izaya’s doing something cute. it’s not something normal people would think is cute; it’s the kind of cute that you think when you’re madly in love with that person. he’s watching izaya chop carrots, sees the sun highlighting izaya’s angular face (and unbeknownst to him, izaya is cursing that sunlight because it means shizuo hasn’t fixed the blinds yet.) he’s cutting the carrots and they’re all even and the rhythm of blade to board is even. and shizuo suddenly says ‘let’s get married’ in a quiet but serious tone. izaya’s blade stills and he looks over and responds in the exact same nonchalant tone: all right.

2. shizuo tried to be romantic. he tried to lay out flower petals. but he slipped on them so he vacuumed them up. (and broke the vacuum.) he tried to pour champagne. but he broke the two good champagne glasses they had. he threw out the pieces. (and made a note to buy more so izaya wouldn’t get mad.) he tried to put on music. but the machine wouldn’t work. he also doesn’t know what kind of music izaya likes. (and he stepped on some cd’s by accident.) so shizuo grew frustrated. he was on the couch, holding his head, fingers in his hair, growling—actually growling—when izaya came home. shizuo stood up and walked over, grabbed izaya by the shirt and izaya wonders but i wasn’t home all day… how did i anger him? and shizuo barks out “just fuckin’ marry me!” izaya stares. izaya blinks. izaya gives a soft smile, a bit lopsided because orihara izaya never smiles a hundred percent, he smiles 90% and smirks 10%. “okay.”

3. shizuo wakes up one day to two rings on the pillow where izaya’s head usually lays and a neatly folded note. he hears the sound of breakfast, he smells the aroma of whatever izaya’s making. shizuo doesn’t like to read early in the morning, especially not izaya’s handwriting. it’s small and scrawly and shizuo is not patient in the morning. but he does so anyway because of the two rings, the two silver rings izaya dons. he reads the note and suddenly he’s awake and he’s alert and he goes back out. he grabs izaya’s hand, ignoring that he was still cooking, and slides the ring that usually rested on his index finger, on his ring finger. and izaya is quick to notice shizuo’s got the other silver ring on his own ring finger too. shizuo smiles. shizuo’s smile is soft and gentle, rough around the edges but genuine true, just like shizuo himself. izaya’s smile is a bit more devious, but still charming, just like izaya himself. “yes.”

4. izaya is not used to shizuo keeping secrets. it is izaya that keeps secret. shizuo is the open book in their relationship. shizuo is the one that expresses how he feels about some raise in tax through his eating: angry stabbing and broken plates. izaya knows shizuo is being sneaky. izaya sees less of shizuo. izaya hears less of shizuo. izaya has less of shizuo. izaya knows shizuo isn’t unfaithful—shizuo is more faithful and loyal than a dog—so maybe shizuo is taking flute lessons or something. who knows. not izaya. but izaya wants to know. so izaya waits for him one night, doesn’t work so he doesn’t miss shizuo coming home. izaya waits until shizuo comes home and asks him directly. “shizu-chan, don’t keep secrets from me.” shizuo stares at him and gives a quiet, gentle, sweet, soft laugh. he takes out a box, small and velvet, and gives it to izaya after he opens it and it’s a ring, simple but beautiful, and izaya knows that shizuo bought it and that makes it priceless. “i won’t.”

5. they’re eating dinner and shizuo has finished telling izaya about how he took care of kasuka’s cat and how they’re never going to get a cat. “what else are we not going to get?” izaya asks. “we’re never going to get a maid. we don’t need one. and we’re never going to get a hamster. those damn things are annoyin’. but we are going to get a milk delivery man. in case we move somewhere where gettin’ milk’s going to be hard.” izaya scoffs quietly. "shizu-chan, you sound like you’re talking about a forever with me.” and they’re both quiet. so quiet. incredibly quiet. quiet for so, so long until they both look up at the same time. “let’s get married.”

kandayuu  asked:

lavilena, for the ship ask meme u reblogged a couple hours ago pls ;v;

I’m really sorry, this post turned into a huge monster. My Lavi/Lena feels know no boundaries. I don’t think ask memes are supposed to turn out like this.


send me a ship, and i will tell you:

when or if I started shipping it.

otp ;___; i originally paired them off because i was a yullen shipper and it sort of made sense for me to write fics that included both yullen + lavilena so i didn’t really /ship/ ship but i just wrote them together. this was back in late 2007?? according to my ffn posts, which was when the ark sequence was still in writing! i kinda started finding them cute together because of the anime fillers (episode 44 and 45, i still remember till this day) and then when the manga chapters came out i think i sort of got persuaded that they really could be a thing.


• my thoughts: (chunks of content below)

this couple breaks my heart all the time lmao, i really believe that they could be a canon couple. what sets them apart is how both lena and lavi are both perfectly strong, independent people (tbh all of ot4 are) but although they don’t rely on each other to be strong, they draw strength from the other did that make sense. 

here, lavi gives lenalee, who was scared to death because of how hopeless the entire situation in the ark was, a comforting squeeze and instead of telling her it’s okay, he tells her to get a hold of yourself. he doesn’t make statements like “we’ll be okay”, because he knows he can’t promise her that (and lena probably won’t buy it either lmao), but instead this one sentence reminds her that everybody is fighting and that yes, she should keep on fighting too. 

something similar happened on the ship to edo, but i don’t have the screencap here: he knocked sense into her, although he made her cry and felt really guilty afterwards.

and the first thing she thought of when she thought she was going to die was that she hadn’t apologized to lavi. there were so many things and people she could have thought of, why lavi, why an apology?

on the other hand, lenalee’s humanness is giving lavi strength as well. strength in the sense that he has something to fight for, which is making him more human.  lbr, if lenalee wasn’t around, lavi would only be fighting just for the sake of survival. i say strength in the shounen sense - of having someone to protect, which is ironically the one thing that lavi should not possess. yet you cannot deny that lenalee has been the main reason why he has become more human.

when he goes to retrieve lenalee from her battle with eshii, he fights so hard with the ship’s crew to let him leave despite his own injuries. what is pain, when lenalee is missing?

and i’m guessing his monologue here is to show how her absence scares him more than he wants to admit.

when it comes to lenalee, any idea of objectivity totally flies out the window lol. he breaks the bookman code wayy too many times for his own good just for lenalee, because lenalee makes him human.

going against the inspector like that was totally overstepping lavi’s boundaries as a bookman, and he knows it very well, but he did it without even a second thought.

look at the shock on his face; he couldn’t understand how she could hate something so much, yet want it so much just to protect the people she cares about. and because of that, because he knows what she cares for (komui, more than anyone else), he is willing to go all out to protect those same things that she cannot. 

see how his first thought is for komui to stay alive? because he knows it would crush lenalee if anything were to happen to him. even kanda reminds him that he doesn’t need to do this. doesn’t need to do what komui has termed ‘throwing your life away’.

because why should a bookman do so? why should a bookman give up his life just like this?

but no, lavi just keeps going, even pushing komui to go to lenalee, knowing how much she needs him, because he is the one that she has been fighting for all these long years of holding the innocence.

and their respect for each other: lavi knows that lena will suffer if she makes this decision, to go and reclaim her innocence, (i’m sorry), and that lenalee hates the innocence so much, but he still lets her go knowing that she’s made up her mind. likewise, when she demanded that he return to the ship with bookman and to let her deal with eshii, he relents (although very reluctantly) and trusts in her. 

(wow i’m really sorry this was not supposed to happen wtf)


• What makes me happy about them:

that this ship is partially? canon and actually has evidence to back it up. I’m honestly not sure about lenalee’s feelings towards lavi, because we’ve never seen much of her opinions towards him, but I’m 100% sure that hoshino-sensei was being very deliberate when she presented lavi’s behaviour towards lenalee this way - how lenalee has affected lavi tremendously, continuously, more than anybody has, even the old bookman.

 …i think most of what i was supposed to say here went up in that huge chunk over there, but at the very least - they look good together. /bricked forever


• What makes me sad about them:

that they’re so impossible. if things keep going the way they are right now, lavi will keep on denying his feelings, keep on denying that they are feelings of any sort, not even romantically, and lenalee will remain oblivious. lavi treats her differently from everyone, but he always brushes it aside with his bluntness and humour - i sometimes think that she just treats it as it is; that this is all part of ‘who lavi is’ and doesn’t think anymore of it. 

but then: “bookman’s successor is no longer” so. i have hope?


• things done in art/fic that annoys me:

when lenalee is a helpless damsel who’s always crying and lavi has to save her..? although i did write a fic like that

because lenalee is a strong female character and i hate it when she is reduced to just a helpless girl without anything to help herself. to be fair i did make sure that the story had parts to show that lenalee is strong but at the moment in a situation where she can’t do jackshit, but she tries to fight back tooth and nail anyway

tbh i don’t really know lmao i just read it and if i don’t like it, i close it orz 


• things I look for in art/fic:

fluff, chemistry, strong and independent characters,basically that’s all. i usually go in with an open mind… i really love fics where lavi has all that internal struggle with himself over the heart though. but that’s more of a general thing than something specific to lavi/lena.


• Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: 

lenalee: allen probably, kanda’s too much like a brother to her

lavi: kanda, because i’m a sucker for laviyuu and because they both have the same “loving me will only bring you pain when i leave” tragic story  


• My happily ever after for them:

lavi embraces his heart and true feelings, lenalee accepts them ;v; that’s all i ask for. if they can live a happy life post-war, that’s fine by me, but as long as they both know that the other loves them, even if they die on the battlefield tbh i’ll accept that.


• what is their favorite non-sexual activity?

reading and dancing. sometimes alone, sometimes together, sometimes they just head off to somewhere quiet and look at the sun set while lavi threads his fingers through her hair.

dazaidesu-archive  asked:

I saw this post where it said that when soulmates meet each other their heart glows. Kay so, imagine that Gon and Killua haven't seen each other in like 3 years and they decide to meet up. So they decide to go to heavens arena for old times sake and when they see each other it was going to be a bundle of happiness. But Killua sees Gon's heart glowing and then he sees his. It's not glowing, if they were soulmates it would've glowed a long time ago. Vice versa also works ;)

Whoa you really like torturing Gon. 

Gon is super excited to see Killua again and totally doesn’t notice Killua’s heart not glowing. He talks normally as though nothing had changed while Killua is slightly stupefied staring at Gon’s glowing heart and wondering if maybe it’s not glowing because of him, maybe he’s not Gon’s soulmate. 

Killua touches his chest getting lost in the realization that his heart has never glowed despite having made plenty of new friends. Gon notices Killua’s silence and then the lack of glow. He puts his hand on Killua’s and smiles at him. There’s a sort of sadness in his eyes, 

“Sorry.” He says in a solemn voice, the usual gleam in his eyes dimming into a saddened light. 

“What are you apologizing for? It’s not like it’s your fault." 

Killua brushes away Gon’s hand and Gon lets it fall but yes eyes don’t leave Killua’s lightless heart. 

"It is. If only I hadn’t-" 

"All that’s in the past, there’s nothing we can do about it now so there’s no point in grieving over it. ” Killua sighs running his hand through his hair not liking the strange tension between them. “My heart has never glowed. I just haven’t found the right person yet." 

Gon grimaces and swallows, his eyes lifeless when he looks at Killua again. 

"You…never noticed?" 

"Noticed what?" 

"Your light. Did you never notice your own glow?” Gon looks at Killua with confusion and Killua stares right back equally puzzled. He opens his mouth as if to say something, How would you know? When did you see it? Why couldn’t I?  Gon takes advantage of Killua’s muddled mind and continues. “You’re light is…was, not like most. It was dim and pale. A dark light emitting, like a reversal between light and darkness. It was probably not easily seen by the common eye but there were times, when the moment was right, that your light would glow brighter. That’s when I’d first noticed it.” 

Killua continued staring, Gon’s worth not offering any source of clarification but rather even more questions. 

Gon smiles apologetically, guilty for finding out about something he’d thought many times maybe he shouldn’t know about. 

“Back then, when my light darkened at the same time I dragged yours down with me. Soul mates are not necessarily chosen but they do have some say in their relationship. A soulmate doesn’t have to be forever." 

Again Gon’s hand returned to Killua’s chest, his eyes saddened and lonely. Killua stared at the hand then at the dimming light of Gon’s heart.

"I lost the right to be your-yours the moment I said those words. As much as you say you’ve forgiven me as long as this light does not glow I know that my words still pain you. I hate it but…I can’t blame you. I was the one who caused this." 

Silence falls between them. Gon wants to get closer wishing there were something he could do to once again relight that quiet and passionate light he’d once seen underneath an old starry sky. 

Killua’s fingers come to brush over Gon’s chest as though he could touch the light flickering. 

"Yours used to glow so brightly.” Their eyes meet and Killua is anxious to know the answer to his question. “Did I have something to do with that?" 

If his light had truly died then there was no longer anything to be afraid of but if he were to cause Gon’s to go out as well…

"Kurapika once told me soul mates are simply two halves of the same soul. I’m still missing my other half. I killed my other half but as long as mine keeps glowing you’ll know that I’m still fighting for you because even if your light never glows again I’m not letting you go.” 

anonymous asked:

I used to feel the same way you do about the inquisitor, but honestly? I don't want to play as the inquisitor again. People were upset when they found out that inquisition wasn't about Hawke, or that 2 wasn't about the warden. But soon, we all fell in love with our new protagonists, so I feel like we can again. The inquisitor's story was inquisition. It's time for something new.

Of course we could fall in love with a new protagonist, and I would’ve gone along with it, but the way they wrote these games just doesn’t lead to a new protagonist in DA4, and I’ll try to argue (more coherently than half ranting in comments on other posts, haha!) why I think (much as I miss Hawke and the Warden), things are different this time around (also, please don’t see this as an attack on anyone who disagrees, feel free to reblog with counterarguments, this is just why I feel DA:I is set up more as the first game of a set, and why the other games weren’t):


The three heroes’ stories are on different scales

Thing is, the three protagonists, equal as they are in our hearts, are not equal in the weight of their stories. Hawke’s story being done after DA2 makes sense: DA2’s story is quite small, it is mainly the story of Hawke’s rise to the status of Champion the story of how the mage rebellion started is almost secondary to that. Even that is still the story of Kirkwall (even if the rebellion will eventually influence the rest of Thedas where Circles are as they are in the free marches).

The Warden’s story is on a larger scale, they saved Ferelden from the blight, the story of DA:O is them saving Ferleden from the Blight (even other big decisions like who will rule are made to gain support to be able to stop the blight). To be honest I feel them not being the protagonist of DA2 has more to do with 1. bioware not knowing there would be a sequel 2. them changing to a voiced protagonist 3. they can end up dead at the end of DA:O, but even so it makes sense for their story to be done.

(Not even considering that the Warden is also part of a very specific order; the nature of the wardens as an order would severely limit the storytelling possibilities.)

The Inquisitor on the other hand is the leader of the Inquisition, an institution that becomes so big it rivals all other superpowers in Thedas, to such a degree they all fear the Inquisition. Their decisions are further reaching than those of the Warden or Hawke. It makes sense their influence on the Dragon Age (holding with Bioware’s statement that DA is about a time and place not specific people) is much larger, and so could easily warrant more games. But besides that, what is the story of Inquisition (and so the Inquisitor)? It’s stopping Corypheus from tearing down the veil (if the Redcliffe future is to be believed), and him becoming a god. Now we did that, yes, but in Trespasser we discover that while we stopped Corypheus, the veil is still under threat. (It’s like stopping Sovereign and discovering the rest of the Reapers are still coming.) That keeps the Inquisitor’s story open, after all they’re set up as the hero of Thedas, because they closed the breach, but they aren’t done with saving Thedas (as they say at the end of the game to the Exalted Council).

 

The endings are not equal in their sequel baiting behaviour

DA:O ends with stopping the Blight (or with discovering who woke up the archdemon). If there is something you could call a cliffhanger, it is what the discovery of sentient darkspawn means for Thedas.

DA2 ends with the mage rebellion (and Templar rebellion) starting and the cliffhanger is what will this mean for the rest of Thedas, and the final little scene is Cassandra and Leliana talking about the disappearance of the Warden and Hawke an how that’s ‘not a coincidence.’ That ending again does not set up the protagonist of that game - Hawke in this case - as having a central role in resolving the conflict in the next game, it sets up a story of finding the big bad that is weakening Thedas by getting rid of its biggest heroes.

(They dropped this of course, going with ‘it was a coincidence.’)

Inquisition however ends with either the Inquisitor on the balcony (possibly with love interest), wondering what is next. It wasn’t really an ending to the Inquisitor’s story - because the Inquisition is still intact and everyone at the final party hints there is more to be done. The cliffhanger of the main game is Solas turning out to be the Dread Wolf. That ending seems to hint at the next mission of the Inquisition being to stop the Dread Wolf (I say stop, because up until then the lore only told us Fen’harel was the trickster etc). But I think we can all agree the real ending of Inquisition is Trespasser.

Now Trespasser gives us what we expected in terms of finding out who Solas is, what he was planning etc. The ending however isn’t even a cliffhanger so much as it is designed to lead directly to the story of DA4. It ends with the Inquisitor swearing to stop Solas (by force or reason), and it ends with them showing us they are already planning their next move (with Leliana, Harding, Cassandra and possibly LI)! That ending does set up the current protagonist to be central to resolving the conflict in the next game. That ending sets up the next game as being the Inquisitor (or ex-Inquisitor) racing to stop Solas before he can tear down the veil. The Inquisitor’s story is clearly not done at the end of Trespasser, if anything it feels DA:I was their origins story, setting up their ultimate story arch.


Actually the way it is set up, it could end up being similar to Shepard’s story in the first three Mass Effect games: ancient evil threatening the whole world, one hero has gained knowledge about it through ‘being at the right place at the right time’ and has to stop it for the sake of their entire world.

(The Inquisitor also doesn’t tell the Exalted Council exactly what the threat is, probably due to time constraints in the story, but I like to think that in DA4 we hear they tried to tell them ‘ancient elven god wants to tear down the veil’ and they don’t believe them.)

Not having the Inquisitor be the protagonist in the next game would be like having Commander Shepard not be the one to lead the war to stop the Reapers.


This got quite long, but hopefully you can now see why I think the way they wrote Trespasser (and DA:I) the natural way to go would be to continue (and conclude) the Inquisitor’s story - which ultimately was to protect Thedas from the veil being torn down by someone acting like a god. Because that story is not done yet.

Better Late Than Never

Summary: Dan has loved Phil for 6 years, since the sacred 2009. Phil, on the other hand, couldn’t give less of a shit. When Dan gets so jealous of Phil’s girlfriend that he considers moving out, Phil finally realizes what he might be losing.

Genre: Angst, fluff, reality!phan

4 years. They’ve lived together for 4 years.

6 years. Dan has felt this way for 6 years.

And he can’t take one more second of it.

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@loveactually-rps tumblr was a dick and ate your ask. you asked for sterek + 15 from this list. sorry this took me a while, but here is some absurd fluffy sterek high school au! hope you like it. :)

“How can you say something like that to me?” Stiles demands, eyes blazing with indignation. “That you didn’t know? There’s no way you didn’t know. I was completely, embarrassingly obvious about it.”

He’s more agitated now, stepping away from Derek and back, his hands gesturing wildly as he picks up steam. “It’s been years. You can’t tell me you haven’t seen the way I look at you for years.”

“I– there was no way to– I didn’t think I deserved you,” Derek says, laying gentle hands on Stiles’ shoulders. He needs him to hear this, wills him to understand. “All this time, after everything I’ve done. I couldn’t let myself believe it. I couldn’t let myself hope.”

His throat is dry; he tries swallowing but comes up with nothing. He can feel his pulse pound out a grueling tempo in his skull, a soundtrack to fit the way the earth is tilting beneath his feet–

Stiles’ fingers find their way around Derek’s wrist, then down, slowly curling around the fist he hadn’t realized he’d made. When Derek looks up there’s something forceful shining in Stiles’ eyes, an emotion he’s never seen before.

He can’t breathe.

Stiles pulls Derek’s fist to his chest with both hands, unlocks the fingers one by one until he can replace them with his own. Derek lets him, helpless as he is to resist.

When that’s done, Stiles bends, lets his mouth hover over the peaks of Derek’s knuckles.

“We’ll have to fix that, then, won’t we?” he asks, before placing one kiss to Derek’s knuckles, looking up at him through long, eyelashes.

“What? I–”

“I love you,” Stiles interrupts. Like it’s something simple. Like it needs no more explanation than that. As though it’s not tearing Derek’s world apart.

“I love you, and I have for years now. And I will always love you.”

Stiles leans forward, eyes drooping ever so slightly, a faint smile playing over his lips like he couldn’t be happier. A hand comes around the back of Derek’s neck, holds him there as if there was ever a chance of him wanting to run away.

“I love you so much, Peter,” Stiles murmurs, and moves in for a kiss.

Dismay surges through Derek like a physical thing, even as Coach Finstock’s voice is rips through the air.

“CUT!”

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can we talk about drarry non-magic college AUs? is this a thing anyone is interested in?

draco studying something super fancy and complex and biology-esque, and the first year he has a private dorm, of course. there’s no way he’d share a room with someone he doesn’t know, and certainly not in some cheap building that’s probably gross as fuck

but for his second year, he moves to one of those buildings. maybe because his parents think it’s a good experience for him; maybe he wants to rebel against them a bit; maybe his latest semi-boyfriend said it’d be a good idea; maybe pansy and blaised teased him, saying he’d never survive there, and he took the challenge and moved. whatever the reason, draco moves, and he tries not to be totally disgusted by the room he gets and not to freak out as he sees two beds and realises that, okay. this is happening. he can’t back out anymore. he’s going to live here for a year.

and his roommate turns out to be second year literature student harry potter

a guy who is very chaotic and a little clumsy and a little timid, who hangs out more in his friends’ room than in his own (something draco is very happy with), and he can’t quite put his finger on it, but there’s something about this guy that makes draco hiss whenever someone mentions his name

and he messes with him a bit. turns his books upside down, changes his wallpaper, keeps teasing him whenever harry is in the room, puts his bags in the wrong place. just little things, but they rile harry up and he keeps snapping at him and wanting retaliation, doing to draco what’s draco doing to him

and by the time spring break comes around, draco has to admit that he’s grown used to the guy. harry goes home (or to his friends, if draco has heard it correctly) and draco stays to study, and he misses him. more than he’d like to admit, which is a bit confusing and disgusting because there’s no way he can miss this guy, right?

but he does. it feels empty without harry there. a bit lonely

and when harry returns, draco mumbles something like “glad you’re back” and when harry smiles at him, draco tells himself to not pay attention to whatever it’s doing to him. he doesn’t care

(he does)

he cares about making harry smile rather than pissing him off, finds that it gives him greater satisfaction, that it feels nicer. and harry makes him smile as well, and they grow from pissing each other off to having 3-am-conversations about everything and nothing and draco learns about harry’s past and how his friends are basically his family and okay draco is falling for thius guy. after months he’s ready to admit that

though he doesn’t act on it, not right away, because harry has never expressed interest in anyone at all, so he doesn’t want to push the wrong buttons (he’s had enough experience with straight guys, thank you very much). so he tries to get more information, asks about harry’s past relationships, and harry starts with listing girl 1, and girls 2, and draco’s ready to give up, and then boy 1 and boy 2 come around and okay, maybe he does have a chance

but before draco can come up with some sort of a plan, harry’s already beaten him to it, just a blunt “you’re gay, right? do you like wana go on a date some time? noy just as friends or roommates, but a real date?”

and draco says yes and lets harry take him out for dinner and a movie (doesn’t mention how freaking cliche that is) and by the time they’re back in their dorm, harry has pressed him again the door and he’s kissing him hard, and that’s that

for the next year, draco searches for a new dorm – a little studio for him and harry that gives them more privacy and still allows them to be together. it works

anonymous asked:

wow that liveshow was just beautiful wasn't it? I mean the pokemon bit, buying a bin, phil's birthday gift... so cute but mixed with interesting dan opinions aswell, and he seemed to be in a really good mood, anyway what did you think? :)

I almost posted screenshots of all the messages similar to this in my inbox because I was so happy to see that so many others felt the same. I 100% agree. I might go as far to say it was one of my favorite Dan shows in a long time? I loved it. Loved it. Loved it. Did I mention I loved it? Because yeah…I loved it.

What a pleasantly chill younow show. Dan seemed really laid-back and just generally relaxed…he was so much more open to discussion it seemed. I felt like he wasn’t mincing his words as much? He didn’t seem to second-guess everything he was saying like he can sometimes have the tendency to do. Or if he was, at least it wasn’t all-consuming. It felt natural. Like a conversation (albeit one-sided and obviously a bit superficial) with an old friend. I didn’t worry about the chat the entire time or feel anxious about Dan possibly getting uncomfortable and having to backtrack on something (because I’m me and can’t help but get nervous for him lol). I just enjoyed it. His demeanor and the overall vibe of the show lent itself to a really enjoyable hour.

He came off as just so loveable? lol not that he isn’t usually of course, but I did feel a particular fondness towards him today. Can’t put my finger on it but there was just something really endearing about this one. I think it might be that there was almost an appearance of what I’ll call “sweet, soft, subdued Dan.” (nice alliteration). And that is my favorite Dan. It’s hard to explain without demonstrating with examples but I tend to think that is his default attitude most often in private. But we don’t get to see that side as often on camera so it is always lovely when we are given a glimpse. Almost felt like this show verged on a glimpse. So I was in love.

Some of my favorite moments:

First off, no better way to start the show than answering “I love everything cucumber related” while giving a knowing stare to the camera. Beautiful.

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