i went through hell and back to make this thing


Every single time i read about dylan’s accident i tear up and think about those days when we knew about it and how worried we were but we had no idea how bad it was. He literally went through hell and people liked to make fun of how he looked when he came back on set. I still feel so bad for him because he is always so hard working and it must have been such a hard thing to overcome for him

anonymous asked:

could u write a scenario of lance finding his s/o that he left behind on earth in a galra prison ship and just like, him comforting them and their first night safe in the castle with him?

My son deserves happiness and not the angst I put him through to get there

Lance had thought that leaving behind everything on Earth had been one of the hardest things he had ever done. It was nothing compared to finding a piece of his life turn back up on a Galra prison ship. When he had laid his eyes on s/o he suddenly felt like a broken mirror, shattered on impact and unfocused. Out of all the impossible things he dealt with on a daily basis this was the thing that he just couldn’t accept as real, it had to be some kind of mind trick just to throw him off. But then he heard his name leave their lips and their eyes look at him wide and hopeful. It was then that he knew that this wasn’t a trick, this was terrible and real. It blinded him with rage and he couldn’t remember much after that, not that it mattered because the only thing he cared about was the end result. And he got exactly what he wanted … kind of.

They were back safely in the castle which should have been more than enough to make him happy. After all how often had he daydreamed about being the hero for s/o? To sweep them up in his arms and have them fawning over just how strong and powerful he was? Too often to count and yet he was feeling more nervous than the day he had asked them out, which was saying a lot since that day involved a lot of puking and several shirts ruined by sweat. It was just that he was realizing that being a hero wasn’t about saving damsels in distress, it was about dealing with the after math of bad people doing horrible things.

And at that moment he wasn’t feeling like much of a hero as he sat cradling s/o in his arms while they continued to cry into their third consecutive hour. Lance knew that he should be trying to do more but he felt as if he was recovering from shock himself. “Sweetheart … angel … please tell me what I can do. I am completely at a loss here and I can’t stand seeing you like this,” he muttered into their hair, kissing the crown of their head while pulling them even closer to his chest. He breathed in their scent, memories of laughter and sunshine breaking through the cold still air.

“I wish this was as simple as failing a test. Remember what I did then?” he asked with a small smile and a deep chuckle building in his chest “I tried to have Hunk show me how to bake brownies. Mine of course came out terrible so I tried to steal his to act as if they were my own. Too bad I ended up eating all of them before seeing you the next day. I still think that those crumbs were equally as delicious and were more than appropriate in cheering someone up,” he added feeling the ghost of a smile pulling at the corner of his lips.

 His smile grew when he heard the crying turn into sniffles and a small hiccup of a laugh. “I’m just glad that he had the sense to make a second batch knowing exactly what would happen,” they said, their voice hoarse and rough but it was music to his ears. They hadn’t said a word since coming back to the castle and this was more than a step in the right direction. “Though if I remember right … you made me fail that test because you had me so distracted I didn’t finish on time. You kept blowing me kisses and holding up cheesy pickup lines you wrote on scratch paper,” they continued, shifting to that they were now looking up at him with tears still on their eyelashes but sounding much clearer.

It was so small and yet he felt his heart melting, the familiar family of butterflies taking up their residence in his stomach. Even a million light years from Earth and he found himself completely enamored by s/o. “I refuse to acknowledge any wrong doing and stick with my defense that you were the one distracting me with that cute face of yours. I can take this to court if thats what you want, although maybe the jury would also be swayed by the hotness radiating off of you,” he teased, his fingers running down their sides in a soft tickle. It achieved just what he was looking for, a laugh.

They laughed and scurried to push his hands away. “Thats my (girl/boy/personal preference),” he sighed happily, feeling all the muscles he hadn’t even realized were tight relax all at once. “Hey I got an idea why don’t we try and get rid of those puffy circles under your eyes? I got some great face masks from the space mall, not that I am sure we are ever welcome back to get more, and while we let our faces get all cleaned and junk I can braid your hair. Cause wow its gotten so much longer since I saw you last and I am loving it. Keith is going to be so jealous~” he sang giving a small shimmy in what was suppose to be an attempt at dancing. 

 “You know that actually sounds really nice,” they said reaching a hand up to stroke his cheek. Lance eagerly leaned into the caress, kissing the tips of their fingers. “It will be just like when we were at the garrison. I missed those spa nights Lance … I missed you.” They finally met his eyes making him realize that they had been avoiding doing that all night. He felt himself holding his breath as he stared down at them, counting their freckles and the different shades of (eye color) speckled in their eyes. He had missed this too, more than anything.

“Things are going to be okay now s/o. I know that because of me that you went through a hell of a lot but I’m here now. I’m going to make things right. I’ll make things normal again,” Lance whispered, breathing the promises against their lips that were suddenly so close to his. There were tears in their eyes again but they where laughing, smiling against him. Maybe they were the good kind of tears like the ones he was blinking back.

“I don’t want normal Lance. I want you,” they finally said before at last crossing the bridge between their mouths and kissing him. It was wet and salty, short and rough with their chapped lips against his own soft ones. “After all your my hero,” they said with a tinkering laugh, holding his face in their hands “and despite everything I think … I think this is where I belong.”

Lance smiled back, a steady stream of tears of his own staining his cheeks. “You’re absolutely right, there is no where you belong more than here with me.” 

I Just Want to Be Loved - Darkiplier Imagine

wc: 1,374

prompt: “i just want to be loved. i deserve to be loved!” gender neutral!reader finds out their partner has been cheating on them for months and confides in their demonic friend. (line from supernatural)

warnings: panic attacks, adultery

requests are open!

They’d been in this position too many times, sleeping on their side of the bed with the other neatly made up. He never came around during the night much anymore, he didn’t make an effort to show up unless he was asked to come around. They had grown used to it, however it got tiring just waiting restlessly for someone to wrap their arms around them and lull them into a false sense of security for just one night.

This had been going on for months, constantly waiting till ungodly hours for him to come back. Sometimes he’d be back before the sun came up, but other times he slipped in when he thought that they were asleep and then acted as if he had been there the whole night. Of course, they had never confronted him in the fear that he would just leave them like everyone else did. It seemed as if no one cared about them.

Were they unlovable? Was there something that they had done to make the man they loved hate them so much that he didn’t even say ‘I love you’ anymore?

A feeling of worry washed over them in a wave, beginning to wonder where he had been all this time. Of course, there was one main suspicion but they didn’t want to believe it. This one had to be different, didn’t he? Out of all the others, this one had stayed the longest even after seeing how emotionally beat down they were. After being treated like garbage all of their life by everyone going in and out of it, they were just tired of being left alone.

There was a small voice in the back of their head, telling them to call him. They opened their phone, flicking through the page of apps until they found SnapChat. Hesitantly, they clicked and found their boyfriend’s story.

Electronic music blasted through the speaker and neon lights beamed in their eyes despite being on minimal brightness. He was grinding against some girl, her neck angled so they could make out while someone else had recorded it. A squeak of sadness left their mouth and they let out a small sob, curling their legs up to their chest.

There was a part of them that had been anticipating this for a long while now. Of course he didn’t love them, who were they kidding? He didn’t even say it, didn’t try to make them believe it, but they still clung desperately to the hope that someone did. They deserved to be loved, did they not? At this point, they were quite sure that no one was willing to give them the love they so desperately wanted and deserved. After being through hell and back in relationships to make things work, no one ever stayed around. No one gave them a second glance when they told them that they weren’t what they wanted.

Shakily, they picked their phone back up and went to his contact. Trembling fingers typed out: I’m sorry I wasn’t everything you wanted.

It was weak. They were weak. So beaten down mentally and horrifically exhausted with the weight of the word resting on their shoulders all while they just wanted to keep everything together. All they wanted was to just shut down, lock themselves in their room and sob for hours on end. Of course, they knew that this time it would lead to something they might have regretted.

So they called someone who was as emotionless as they craved to be.

“Y/N? It’s late, what are you doing up?” the deep voice seemed to wrap around their body, making them relax for the first time in a while.

“They always leave,” Y/N sputtered, tears freely flowing from their bloodshot eyes and all feeling of relaxation being thrown out of their thoughts, “please come over. I don’t want to- I can’t- I can’t be alone, Dark. Please.”

Before they could even blink, a demonic presence was in front of them. There was an aura of dark red around the figure, irises glowing a lighter shade of red that poured into Y/N’s soul and made them feel even weaker than they had originally been. Without even thinking, they practically flung themselves into the unwelcoming arms of the only person who hadn’t left once they had seen Y/N at their worst.

“I’ll take care of him,” he promised, the ominous tone in his speech didn’t leave much to the imagination of the fate of Y/N’s unfaithful partner.

“I don’t care about him,” their voice cracked, betraying the wall that they were so desperately trying to build, “it’s never about them. I just wanna be loved.”

“What?” this man, Dark, had never felt love. He wasn’t a man, he was a demonic entity that Y/N had discovered one day. They didn’t remember where, didn’t remember when, but ever since, he had always been there. Though he did not feel the same way they did, it gave him room to help them through their problems.

Even someone with no emotions, such as himself, wasn’t prepared for the heartbreaking wail that escaped Y/N.

“I just want to be loved,” they sobbed, before screaming out with the last bit of energy that they had as they pounded their fists against Dark’s chest, “I deserve to be loved!” Echoing cries filled the house as Y/N finally broke down with absolutely everything they had. Dark just held his arms around them, waiting for them to calm down before he consoled them, until he heard gasping breaths.

Y/N couldn’t breathe, so much energy spent crying that they just couldn’t get a breath in. They had collapsed onto the ground, slipping from Dark’s faltering grip as they wrapped their arms around their legs and rocked back and forth. That same hard pressure was weighing down on their shoulders and they just couldn’t breathe, nothing seemed to make sense. Y/N felt dizzy, like they were slowly going under.

Dark dropped down beginning to rub their back and quietly humming a deep tone to see if he could get Y/N to focus on something other than crying. Tears were still falling from their face as they struggled to get oxygen in. He had never felt anything other than anger previous to this experience, however now he was getting a mix of something new. Fear. Typically, Dark was the one making mortals tremble at the sight of his shadow, but now he was scared that the only person he could speak to was going to pass out or get hurt.

“Y/N, please, look at me,” he begged, putting a calloused hand onto their cheek and locking his own eyes with their tear filled ones, “breathe in through your mouth. Deep breaths with me… one, two, three, four…” Dark inhaled deeply, before exhaling slowly.

It felt like an eternity before Y/N had a handle on their breathing, however they looked just as broken and sad as they had before.

“I just want to be loved,” they repeated, collapsing into Dark’s arms.

“You are loved, I promise you,” he whispered, still rubbing Y/N’s back.

“How would you know?” Y/N sniffled, their trembling body being enveloped in the warmth radiating off of him.

“You make me feel things, Y/N. Not always good things, but you made me angry. And you make me scared. You make me anxious and sad. You make me happy in a way I’ve never felt before. I didn’t know I could have these feelings, and I don’t know how to love, but I think I know how it feels,” Dark took a breath, pressing his forehead against Y/N’s, “and I think I know that if no one else loves you, I do.”

And Y/N couldn’t kiss him, they were far too scared that if they made a single move that this would all shatter in front of them and they would be left with the terrifying reality of loneliness and loveless nights, so they just stayed still.

“I think I love you too,” and then they closed their eyes, praying to whatever God there was that this one wouldn’t leave too.

mercy pt 2

Genre: Angst

Length: 3.9k words

Pairing: Yoongi/Reader/Jimin

Summary: You knew the relationship was falling apart, you just couldn’t accept it. 

Part One

“Answer me Y/N.” Yoongi growled stepping closer not taking his eyes off of Jimin. His face was a bright shade of red and his breathing was unsteady.

“It’s not wha-” I choked out trying to make words come out as clear as they could.

“Then what the FUCK IS IT?” He shouted, “Huh Y/N? EXPLAIN.” He hissed grabbing my wrist pulling me closer to him. I grimaced at his touch and struggled to release myself from his grip sobbing.

Jimin quickly steps in taking my wrist in one hand and pushing Yoongi’s chest away in another. Yoongi falls back catching himself before he could fall and tries to regain his balance.

“Don’t. fucking. touch. her.” Jimin raised his voice at him growling. I felt my heart inside my chest pounding louder than I thought was possible, I had tears streaming down my face and I probably looked like a mess but I didn’t care. I was more scared of what was going to happen next and was trying to figure out why the hell Yoongi reacted the way he did.

“What the hell do you want from her man?” Jimin roared, “Haven’t you done enough?”

“Jimin calm down” I cried trying to get his attention on me instead of Yoongi because God knows what else could happen.

“Fuck you. You don’t fucking know anything!” Yoongi snarled running his hands through his hair, “Y/N let’s go.” He turned to me, “Now.”

Jimin stepped in front of me blocking me from Yoongi, “You must be insane if you think I’m going to let that happen.”

Yoongi charged up to Jimin grabbing him by the collar and pushing him to the wall at full force. “Who the fuck are you to tell me that?” He screamed. “You’re not her hero! You don’t fucking know what she wants!” Suddenly I saw Yoongi’s fist flying in the air landing on Jimin’s face and before I could step in both of them were at each other’s throats. Without thinking I threw myself in the middle and pushed Yoongi off screaming at them to both stop, both boys were out of breath grunting in pain and for what felt like hours no one said a word. It wasn’t until I got my sobbing under control that I noticed a bitter taste in my mouth. Blood. I brought my hand to my face and sure enough my lip was bleeding. I groaned in frustration and looked both of them dead in the eyes.

“What the fu-” They started to say realizing what happened.

“I don’t care who the fuck it was this is ridiculous,” I hissed, “Yoongi, what are you doing here?” I spat turning my attention to him.

“You weren’t answering your damn phone Y/N,” he responded softening his eyes once his eyes met mine. “So I came over wondering what was going on but I didn’t expect this shit.” He cursed shooting daggers at Jimin.

“You should go back to your girlfriend Yoongi,” I mumbled tearing my gaze away and looking at the floor.

“No. Not until you tell me who the hell this little shit is,” He barked moving closer to me, “Who is he Y/N?”

“You heard her Yoongi, get back to your girlfriend.” Jimin mockingly answered for me, “And by the way.. if you really want Y/N to be happy then leave her alone.”

I remained quiet knowing Yoongi was expecting an answer from me and when it didn’t come he growled in anger hitting the wall behind him leaving us with three words, “This isn’t over.” And with that.. he was gone.

I heard Jimin let out a deep breath and he brought his hand up to my busted lip with guilty eyes.

“I have a first aid kit inside my car, let me fix that up.” He hesitantly said. I didn’t give him an answer and instead looked at the gym building. Crap. It’s been at least an hour since he’s been outside with me, I started to panic at the thought of him not going back to work because of my stupid problems.

“What about work Jimin?” I asked, “shit you’re probably going to be in trouble because of me.” I began to feel bad and thought if I never came outside none of this would’ve happened.

“Don’t worry, I’ll just call them and tell them something came up.” He reassured me.

He grabbed my hand and I felt myself relax, “Let’s go get you cleaned up Y/N.” I nodded and followed him to his car reminding myself I need to somehow repay him for everything he’s done.

“Get in” He ordered opening the passenger door of his car, “I’ll go get the first aid, it’s in my trunk.”

I got inside and ran my fingers through my hair with endless thoughts running through my head. I had so many questions, but no answers. What the hell just happened? I snapped back to reality when I heard Jimin get inside the car with the first aid kit in hand. Opening it he shakingly got the things he needed, “Let me see Y/N,” He said gently grabbing my face. I did as he told me and grimaced in pain once he touched the cut.

“Please make it fast,” I mumbled closing my eyes in hope that would ease the pain. He nodded and my mind once again went elsewhere and began to feel a huge dread of guilt once I remembered Yoongi’s face when I told him to leave, he looked hurt. It was like I disappointed him tonight, and that felt much worse than this stupid busted lip.

“Alright Y/N all set.” Jimin finally said, “again I’m really sorry.”

“Thank you,” I whispered, “For everything. For what you did tonight. You surely didn’t have to step in for me. I’m sorry about Yoongi, he shouldn’t have hit you.” I added looking down at my trembling hands.

“You don’t have to apologize. If I wasn’t there you would’ve went with him and he would’ve sweet talked you making you feel amazing until you were left hurt.” He replied a little too harshly.

Truth is.. Jimin was right. As much as it hurts to hear, he was absolutely correct. If I never left my house I would’ve picked up his calls and agreed to whatever he had to say. I would’ve thrown myself in this cycle all over again. But the worst part of this fucked up situation is that I regret not leaving with Yoongi. A part of me wishes I could go back in time and stayed in bed and just waited.

“I-I should go I have work in the morning and my head feels like it’s going to explode.” I said, “But thank you Jimin, I really am thankful for everything you did tonight.” I added covering my face in my hands.

“Let me atleast take you home.” He pleaded, “I know a lot happened tonight, and there is no way I’m letting you go alone” I looked up at him and smiled nodding at him.

“We can walk from here,” I began to say, “I don’t live far I promise.”

“Sounds good to me, that means more time with you.” He responded immediately. I felt my cheeks grow hot and I certainly didn’t need a mirror to see that I was blushing.

We got out of the car and I led him to the direction of my house. I noticed he started walking slower than me and I chuckled to myself and caught on to what he was doing.

“What’s so funny?” He asked pouting at me.

“I didn’t laugh!” I gasped pretending I didn’t know what he was talking about.

His eyes widened “YA! You just did!” He accused. This time I let out a laugh and slapped his arm out of habit.

“I just think it’s cute how you’re walking slower than I thought was possible.” I explained tucking my hair behind my ear to get it out of my face as we made it to the front of my door.  

“Well if you think it’s that cute then why don’t you give me your number?” He blurted out smirking at me. I shot my head up at him and smirked back, “A little too early for that don’t you think? We barely know eachother” I replied.

“I mean I did fight your asshole of an ex tonight, that is pretty big for barely knowing each other.” He noted with a grin on his face.

“Ahh you got me there” I said, “How bout this… hmm let’s meet again, if you show up then I’ll think about it.”

He nodded at me and agreed “Same time tomorrow then?” He asked.

“Same time tomorrow.” I confirmed making my way to my door.

I woke up the next morning to my alarm and I quickly got ready for another at work. I grabbed my phone and to my surprise I had a dozen texts and calls from Yoongi the most recent text being at 4am.

“Please get back to me Y/N”

“I can’t sleep”

“Please call me back.”

I sighed and the guilt started rushing in. Why was he acting like this? Ever since our breakup he never acted like he still cared about me. I should’ve never went to that gym, I should’ve stayed and answered Yoongi. I huffed and decided I would text him back later that day.

Work was surprisingly busy and before I knew it, my shift was over. I made it home and made myself some food for dinner. I ate my meal while scrolling through my phone and I noticed a follow request. Park_jimin. I smiled to myself debating on accepting him or not, guess he was too impatient on waiting for my number. I clicked on his profile and I found myself scrolling through his pictures and grinning like a child. I glanced at the time and realized it was almost 8pm, instantly I got up and proceeded to wash the dishes. Once I was finished I changed into decent clothes and plopped on my couch to watch some TV. I wasn’t supposed to meet Jimin for another two hours so I had some time before I had to go. Around twenty minutes later I felt my phone vibrate next to me. From Yoongi: I love you Y/N. My mind wandered over to the thought of Yoongi and I felt my heart sink. I couldn’t get the look of his face off my head, no matter how hard I tried. Should I even go with Jimin? Am I being stupid for this? Maybe I should just stay in tonight, who am I kidding thinking I’m actually ready to meet some other guy when I’m clearly not over my ex. I moved my fingers over the keyboard as I began to type out a reply.

“I love you too.” sent.

I woke up to a bang and I jolted up from the couch startled only to find the sound came from the TV I forgot to turn off. I grunted dragging myself across the floor trying to fully wake myself up. It was then I realized my apartment was dark and I ran to the window seeing it was still night. I grabbed my phone checking the time 9:43pm it read. In all honesty I was hoping I’d sleep through the night, more because I did want to avoid meeting Jimin. But at the same time, I was happy that I woke up. I walked over to my bathroom and splashed water on my face then looked at myself in the mirror. I took one last breath before I changed my mind and I found myself heading towards my front door. Well Y/N… it’s now or never.

I paced down the sidewalk moving slower than usual as I made my way to the one spot I knew a little too well. As I got closer I refused to see if he was there yet or not, I kept my eyes glued to the ground stepping on every leaf that I managed to find. Eventually I looked up and my stomach dropped when I saw the spot was empty. I sighed and sat down putting headphones in my ears to listen to music as I waited. It was around a fully playlist of songs later that I starting to grow impatient and checked the time.


“Is he really not coming?” I thought frowning to myself. Annoyed I stood up and began to make my way home. I reached the sidewalk and suddenly felt a hand on shoulder stopping me in my tracks.

I turned around and came face to face with Jimin. “I was just leaving” I mumbled under my breath.

I noticed he wasn’t in his usual work clothes and instead was wearing a simple black t-shirt with ripped jeans. As simple as the outfit seemed, he made it look.. good.

“What? Why?” He responded with a sad look on his face.

“What do you mean why? I got here almost an hour ago, I thought you weren’t going to show up.” I harshly replied. His face softened and he smiled. I raised my eyebrow at him confused.

“Actually Y/N you’re wrong,” He informed, “I was here before you actually and as creepy as it sounds I was watching you the whole time.” He finished with a grin on his face.

I widened my eyes, “What? Jimin you creep what’s the point of that?” I hissed wanting to wipe that smile off his face.

“I wanted to see how long you’d wait, and it seems like you’re not a patient person.” I rolled my eyes at him softly hitting him on the shoulder.

“It seems like you aren’t either considering you already sent me a follow request.” I replied smirking at him.

He chuckled, “I thought you weren’t going to show up, so I had to find you on my own just in case.” I blushed at his response. “I’m just really glad you came.” He added.

I saw him reach inside his pockets taking his keys out and waved them in the air looking at me, “Care for some ice cream?” He asked and I eagerly nodded following him to his car. We got in and put our seatbelts on and Jimin began driving. “So how have you been?” Jimin asked making me giggle, “It’s been a day Jimin,” I replied still laughing.

“Well… how was your day Y/N?” He confidently asked not taking his eyes off the road.

“It was good I guess,” I responded “It was busy at work and I didn’t do much when I got home, what about your day?”

“For the most part I stayed in bed the whole day, did usual adult responsibilities, and spent a good while trying to find anything that led to you.” He shamelessly said, “believe it or not it took me a long time to find your profile.” He huffed coming to a stop at a red light.

I shook my head at him, “Not even you just weren’t looking hard enough.” I lightly teased causing him to look at me.

He scoffed at me “I ended up finding it didn’t I?”

I stuck my tongue out at him, “I want ice cream!” I whined throwing a small tantrum.

“Aish you child! We’re almost there!”

I nodded satisfied as I saw him pulling into the parking lot and once he parked I immediately got out running towards the entrance.

“Hurry up you old man they’re almost closing!” I impatiently yelled seeing him take his time walking. He chuckled jogging to the front door and opened the door for us.

It took me less than two minutes to pick what flavor I wanted while it took Jimin a whole fifteen minutes to decide on what he wanted. We got our ice cream and left the shop just as they switched the sign from open to closed.

“Who takes fifteen minutes to pick a flavor?” I asked in disbelief while eating a spoonful of my treat.

“Ahh Y/N you don’t understand” he replied rolling his eyes at me, “I needed time to see what my body wanted tonight.”

I let out a laugh mumbling something about him being ridiculous and continued walking along the sidewalk.

“Thanks for the ice cream by the way.” I said eating another spoonful happily. I felt my phone buzz in my pocket and I went to check it. I sighed seeing that it was more texts from Yoongi and decided to ignore them turning my attention back to Jimin. However he caught on to the frown on my face and raised his eyebrow.

“Is that him?” He curiously asked.

I nodded, “Can we not talk about Yoongi tonight?” I added looking at his face for an answer.

His face lit up “That sounds good to me.”

I put my phone back in my pocket and continued eating stealing a spoonful of Jimin’s ice cream. He pouted shooting me a look.

“I swear you’re a child.” He mumbled.

“I know” I responded shrugging my shoulders.

“About your phone number..” he hesitantly asked looking at his feet.

“Give me your phone.” I bluntly said causing a puzzled look on his face, “so I can put my phone number on there.” I pointed out. He stuffed his hands in his pockets grabbing his phone and handed it to me with a beaming smile on his face.

Maybe things were looking up for me..

Two weeks quickly went by and I found myself spending all my time at work. A manager position opened up at work and for as long as I could remember I was throwing myself into long hours of overtime to earn the position. I constantly told myself not to give up hope and it eventually paid off when my boss called me telling me I got the position. Although it meant more hours, it also meant more money and skills. For the first time in a while, I didn’t feel useless and that made me more happy than I thought it would. I sent Namjoon a text informing him about the good news and he congratulated me promising me a night to celebrate later that week. I also sent Jimin a text and he insisted on taking me out to eat to celebrate, I texted back a yes and made my way to my bathroom to get ready for the night.

I got out of my car texting Jimin letting him know I was here and sat on a bench in front of the restaurant occupying myself with my phone. I heard a car door open and I looked up to see Jimin getting out walking towards me.

“Y/N! Congratulations!” Jimin exclaimed pulling me into a tight hug.

“Thank you Jiminie!” I squealed, “I’m so happy and thank you for taking me out.”

“We have to celebrate of course!” He replied leading me inside the restaurant. We then got seated and both of us immediately reached for the menu trying to find what to order.

“I’m buying you a drink.” Jimin stated looking at the alcohol menu.

I shot him a look, “ahh you know I don’t really drink.” I whined.

“I’m not taking no for answer, it’s just one drink”

Rolling my eyes I realized one drink wouldn’t hurt and agreed. I started telling him all the new benefits I would get and the raise I earned and he eagerly listened. The drinks came out before the food and I hesitantly took a sip. I made a face at the strong taste and Jimin laughed at me taking it away keeping it for himself. By then the food got there and we started eating taking a bite of each other’s food here and there. As I was taking another bite of my burger I spotted Jimin’s expression darken and swallowed my food, “What’s up?” I curiously asked following his stare only for it to land on one person we both didn’t want to see. Yoongi. To make things worse it wasn’t just Yoongi, it was her too. She however didn’t seem to notice us and even if she did I certainly don’t think she knows anything about me. My heart sank and I felt my throat close seeing her. She was beautiful, it’s no wonder why he chose her. Both Jimin and Yoongi were glaring at each other and even from tables away I could feel how tense the room was. Yoongi looked pissed. We met eyes and I looked away as fast as I could averting my attention back to Jimin. His fists were clenched and I softly grabbed them making him relax.

“We should go.” I stuttered grabbing my things. Jimin nodded and asked for the check and we both hurried out of there as fast as we could. We both walked in silence to my car, “I’m sorry Y/N I didn’t think he’d be there.” Jimin spoke up grabbing my face making me look at him.

“Don’t apologize” I said with tears in my eyes, “It’s not your fault.”

He forced a smile and opened my car door, “Want to get dessert?”

I shook my head “I have to be up early tomorrow, I think I’m going to call it a night plus don’t you have a night shift soon mister?” I said giving him a stern look.

He gave me a pout, “You’re right, but I’m coming over tomorrow after you get off. I want to know all about your first day as manager.” He added grinning at me. I giggled at him throwing myself in his arms.

“Goodnight Jiminie, thank you for tonight” I said getting into my car.

“Goodnight Y/N.” He replied as he closed my door.

Jimin’s POV

“Have a good workout!” I said as I signed the usual customers in at the front desk. I went back to cleaning the machines and having my head wander over to the thought of Y/N. Although tonight could’ve gone way better, I’m glad I still got to be with her. I reached for my phone and saw a goodnight text from her and I smiled to myself. Just as I was about to text her back my manager interrupted me letting me know it was time for my break. I nodded and started walking towards the exit to go to the usual spot. I unlocked my phone and texted Y/N back and went to play some music. From the corner of my eye I saw someone coming closer to me and I turned to get a better look at them.

“Jimin right?” His deep voice said. As he got closer I realized who it was and my fists immediately clenched. He noticed this right away, “No no.. I’m not here to punch you in the face again.” He said smirking at me.

“What the fuck do you want Yoongi.” I snarled at him looking at him with pure disgust.

He let out a small chuckle, “Why are you so defensive? I’m only here to talk.” He calmly said.

I scoffed “Talk? Bullshit.”

“I saw the way you looked at her.” He began, “I know what you want.”

“Yeah?” I sarcastically asked, “then what do I want?”

He looked away and put his hands in his pockets, “You want her to be yours.”

I didn’t answer this time and instead glared at him.

“But guess what” Yoongi whispered stepping closer to me to the point where his face was inches away from mine. “Deep down inside you know she will never love you as much as she loves me.”

“And that kills you.”

author’s note: thank you guys for reading part one! i’m sorry for the wait but i hope you guys like it!! Also thank you to my lovely cousin for editing this @graciela-97 :)

Today I truly realized how far I have come.. yesterday I ate waay too much food and today’s workout was short. The old me would have restricted myself all day to make up for eating too much the day before, and I would have went harder and longer in the gym doing straight cardio. Having a shorter workout would have made me go mental and I would have went home and done more little workouts. But today I will eat when I’m hungry I will NOT restrict myself, I will sit on the couch and watch t.v and not do more exercises. I will bring myself up with positive comments, I won’t pick my body apart with things I don’t like or want to change. I put my mental and physical health through hell for 4 long years, and I won’t do it again. I won’t let the dark thoughts creep back into my head and make me feel worthless. I am stronger than ever and damn hell proud of myself for what I have accomplished on my own. Recovery was the hardest thing I have ever done in my life, but I’m so glad I chose it💙

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I don’t know about you all, but I was FASCINATED when Connor said the line “I’m having coming out flashbacks.” I couldn’t stop thinking about it, so I wrote this. TRIGGER WARNINGS: Self harm/suicide attempt, homophobia/slurs Please enjoy! I’m real proud of this one!

It’s in the quietest moments when his thoughts make the most noise.

When it’s quiet and he’s alone, when there aren’t other people around to talk or distract him, his thoughts and memories creep up on him, wrap around his entire being and choke him.

All the memories, all the thoughts and feelings, past and present, decided to hit him, like a violent gust of wind, all at once.

Connor has a knuckle white grip on the sink, staring at his wrists. He can still make out the purple bruises and rash from the cuffs digging into his skin. It all floods back to him, everything that happened. Finding Wes, smelling the gas, bolting out of the house. The way his ears rang when he heard the explosion. The helplessness as he watched the house burn to a crisp, Wes still inside, dying before his eyes in a heap of fire and smoke.  

He didn’t see the pictures of Wes until they were at Bonnie’s; the sight of Wes, full of bright smiles and shy tones, lifeless on a metal slab, flesh seared to the core, muscles torn apart, made him want to vomit in the chair right there. The sound of the explosion played over and over in his head, coupled with Laurel’s screaming, hollering that he should kill himself, end it so they wouldn’t have to deal with him anymore.

In that moment, a small part of him knew she had a point.

Connor’s breathing went ragged and strained, heart quickening as the memories burned into him.

He gazed at his wrists again, remembering every pang of his stomach another hour he went without food in the holding room, and the way his tongue dried with each minute without water. How he felt like a chained animal, remembering the last time he was restrained like that.

Connor doubled over, dry heaving into the sink, nothing coming out but his stomach felt like it was on fire. His vision grew blurry as he stumbled out of the bathroom, knocking into walls and doors towards the living room before collapsing in a heap on the floor, wheezing, sobbing. It seemed as if everything went dark, a cruel, mocking contrast to the sunny day outside.

He raised a shaking wrist to his hand, remembering the places that used to house different scars. He sobbed and wheezed some more, his heart feeling like it was going to hammer out of his chest as he curled in on himself.

Through the high-pitched ringing in his ears, he heard the door open and bags drop to the floor.

“Connor!” Oliver cried, diving to the floor beside him.

“Connor, can you hear me?” he asked placing a hand on his shoulder.

“H…h…help…help me…” he sobbed, reaching out.

Oliver grabbed his hand, squeezing it while pulling Connor in closer with his other arm.

“What can I do?” he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

“H—hold…hold…” Connor choked.

“Okay, okay, I’ve got you. I’ve got you,” Oliver murmured, holding him close, rubbing circles into Connor’s back.

With each word Oliver said, and with each turn his hand did on his back, Connor felt the suffocation of his memories fade away, little by little. His hands stopped shaking, and his heart slowed down, no longer feeling like it was trying to escape out of his chest. The pressure of Oliver beside him, along with the warmth of his body and the soft words of assurance Oliver whispered in his ears helped the attack ebb away. His breathing opened and his vision was clearer. After a while, he spoke.

“Thank you,” Connor croaked, voice rough.

“Of course,” murmured Oliver, pulling away slightly to wipe the remaining tears from Connor’s face.

“Can you help me up?” Connor asked.

Nodding, Oliver shifted his weight so he was on his knees, sliding an arm into the pit of Connor’s to hoist him up off the floor. His legs feeling like jelly, Connor landed on wobbly, weak feet, but he was up nonetheless.

“Couch?” Oliver asked.

It was Connor’s turn to nod as Oliver helped him plop on the couch, sighing when he finally traded cold hardwood for soft plush.

“Do you need anything else?” Oliver asked gently, still standing.

Connor shook his head, “No, just stay,” he mumbled. Oliver took the seat next to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulder on instinct, Connor coming to rest his head on Oliver’s shoulder.

“I…I didn’t get the chance to actually think about…everything that happened. It…I guess the adrenaline kept me from it getting in my head. They all hit me like a ton of bricks,” he said, voice still rough.

“I’m sorry…”

“Some brain, huh? I can’t even wash my hands without freaking out about it,” Connor huffed a bitter, humorless laugh.

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“What about SHIELD?” she asks, and he’s grateful that she’s at last asked a question that requires and answer more than “How did you get in here?” or “Who are you?”

He glances towards Beth.  She still sitting on his desk, back straight, but he can tell from the way her lips are just barely open that she’s scared.

“What about SHIELD?”

“You never went?”

“Of course not,” he says, and then, without meaning to, “My father and I–”

And she nods.  "How funny is that?“ She whispers.  "It’s not fair that you only get to be loved by one of us in each life.  I suppose he didn’t think things through.”

He doesn’t bother to ask who.  Instead he repeats his first question.  "Who the hell are you?“ and it makes him sick with how much she wants to cry.  

"It’s not real,” she says, for not the first time.  "In the real world, a hole once opened.  A portal to another planet no one new existed.  And you still tied a rope around your waist and jumped straight into it, just because I might have been on the other side.“

He wants to ask "Were you?”  but walks to the desk instead and says “For fuck’s sake, tell me who you are or I’m calling security.”

“Oh, Fitz,” she sighs, and his hand hovers over the call button.  "Please wake up.“

"You’re crazy.”  It’s the first time Beth has spoken, but the girl doesn’t look at her.  She only laughs and it’s the saddest thing Leo Fitz has ever heard.

“I’m dead,” she says, half hysterical.  "I’m dead here and you’re not there to care.“

He knows it sounds impossible cruel, but he feels Beth’s hand on his and, pressing the security call button, says "Why would I?”

“I’m not surprised,” she says.  “You’re the first thing that ever made me want to live.”

Leo shakes his head.  “I don’t know you,” he tells her.  He’s done with her game. 

The door opens and several security guards walk in.  At first, she seems like she’ll let them escort her out.

But she fights.  It surprises him, the strength with which she fights and an odd part of him, a part he doesn’t recognize thinks, “That’s my girl.”

“Fitz!” she screams.  “Fitz!  You have to wake up!  You have to come back to me!”

The guard hits her hard and she falls.  In his head, he’s screaming her name.  

It’s only when they’ve carried her away that he realizes she never told him what it was.  

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prettyinpetunias  asked:

Ok how about this one for either Negan or Daryl. You both go on separate runs the morning after an unresolved fight.

A/N: I had fun writing this, although I wasn’t quite sure how to end it.

This is my last reader prompt so feel free to send in more. 

Word count: 1420

Warnings: Negan language (obviously), angst?, fluff

“You belong to me!” Negan snarled, getting up close and personal in your face. 

You simply scoffed, fuck him and his fucking intimidation. 

“Like hell I do,” you hissed back, baring your teeth at your ruthless leader and part time lover.

“Whether or not we carry on with this little escapade,” he growled gesturing with a leather clad hand between the two of you. “I’m still your goddamn boss and I still own your fuckin’ ass.” 

“Yeah well rest a-fucking-ssured this won’t be continuing,” you said mirroring the same hand gesture. 

“Watch your fuckin’ tone,” Negan barked, gripping your wrist in his strong hand. 

“I’m so done with you Negan, so fucking done,” you muttered shaking your head in disbelief. “Look it was fun while it lasted but it’s too personal now, I want out.” 

“Then out you’ll fuckin’ have doll.” Negan’s eyes were dark and dangerous. “I’ll even make it real fuckin’ easy for you, tomorrow morning, you’ll go with Simon on his pickup instead of mine.”

“Good,” you spat out, your heart clenching painfully though at his words. 

Slamming the door forcefully behind yourself you retired to your room, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall.

Things had never been easy between you and Negan, you had a natural chemistry but both being hot headed meant you clashed a lot…in the end resulting in your first tryst with your boss. 

 It was always hot and heavy between you two, both parties agreeing it would be easier that way, attachment wasn’t something either of you wanted. 

Besides Negan had a harem of wives if he wanted affection, to each other you were just an outlet, something to fill a sexual hunger. There were no soft kisses or gentle caresses. It was rough and animalistic and a means to an end. 

But somewhere along the lines for you had started to become blurred. Jealous would hit you if you saw Negan embracing one of his wives, showering them with ‘love’, or as much love as Negan was able to spread between five wives. You found yourself trying to draw out your fucking with him, holding out for as long as possible, knowing he’d never leave you unspent. 

It was your fault this argument had even happened, jealousy rearing its ugly head. You’d snapped at him for trying it on with you when you were trying to go over plans for the run tomorrow, and now here you were. 

Crying like a love struck fool on the floor of your bedroom, asking yourself how you got into this mess. Negan never cared for you, never did and never would, that was something you were trying to remind yourself of. Something you’d have to keep reminding yourself of.


“Rise ‘n’ shine!” Simon’s voice came bellowing through your door. “Up and atta’em sweetheart.”

You wrenched the door open scowling at your fellow saviour, “how many times have I told you not to call me that.” 

“What happened?” Simon asked quickly moving on the conversation, he was the only one who knew about you and Negan.

“Doesn’t matter,” you grumbled heading downstairs to grab some breakfast. 

“Lover’s spat?” he asked with a smirk and a raised brow earning him a hit to the chest. 

“Shut your mouth,” you hissed, sitting down with a bowl of stodgy looking oatmeal.

Simon raised his hands in surrender, “alright alright, touchy subject clearly.” 

You shot him one more warning look before scarfing down your food, gearing up for the day ahead.

By the time you got outside to the trucks Negan was already there, looking devilishly handsome, bat hanging from his shoulder. 

“Listen the fuck up,” Negan’s voice demanded, “I am not in a goddamn merciful mood today so we’ll be taking more then fuckin’ half of our suppliers shit. They kick up a fuss you know what the fuck to do.” 

Negan avoided your gaze as he address the group, all of you splitting off into separate trucks when he shouted to fall out.

As you reached the passenger side of your truck Negan reached the driver side of his, your eyes meeting for just a moment, his eyes void of any emotion. 

You wanted to cry all over again, but you wouldn’t, never in front of him. 

Even once you pulled away your head wouldn’t let you forget him, you needed to focus, although you knew that would be easier said than done…


“Move the fuck out of my way!” 

The voice registered to you, but barely. There was a god awful pain in your body but you couldn’t pin point where, everything hurt, you didn’t want to open your eyes.



You forced your eyes open, you wanted to see him, know that it wasn’t just in your imagination. 

“Negan,” you croaked as your eyes focused in the dimly lit room.

“Shh,” he soothed, a large hand cupping your face softly. 

This had to be a dream, Negan had never-

“I’m sorry, fuckin’ goddammit I’m sorry baby girl.” 

Baby girl? Good lord you must have been delusional.

“What- what happened?” you asked, attempting to sit up, yelping as a searing pain ripped through your side.

“Don’t move!” he cautioned, his hands so gentle against your frail body. 

“Where am I?” you questioned, eyes taking in your surroundings.

“Infirmary. It all went south at Hilltop, someone took a shot at you, went straight through your side,” Negan was speaking in a hushed voice, his hands enveloping yours. 

As he spoke the words things came back to you in bits and pieces. Someone wasn’t very happy about you taking more than your share, blindly took a shot to make his point, you ending up taking the brunt.

God it hurt like all hell, you felt like absolute shit but even now you couldn’t focus on that. All you could focus on was the man so tenderly stroking the back of your hand with his thumb. 

“Should’ve never let you go with Simon, should’ve kept you close,” Negan’s eyes were absent as he continued talking. “There was so much blood, fuckin’ never seen so much blood, doc told me you might not make it, I just- shit Y/N it scared the fuck out of me.”

He raised your hand to his lips then, pressing light kisses to each of your knuckles. 

“Negan I don’t understand…” you trailed off, because really you didn’t understand what the fuck he was doing or why.

“The thought of losing you,” he murmured, his serious gaze locking on yours, “it was like a slap to the face, tryin’ to pretend I don’t care about you Y/N, I can’t do it anymore.”

Your breathing picked up, you wanted to smile or cry or both. Negan didn’t vocalise feelings, not even with his wives.

“I know you care about me too,” he spoke quietly, “knew a long fucking time ago, should’ve stopped it then but I couldn’t, I wanted you in anyway I could have you, knew you’d never agree to become a wife.”

“Well you were right there,” you responded softly, “I couldn’t share you with that many women, that’s why what we had worked…until it didn’t.”

“Can I kiss you?” he asked suddenly.

You hesitated, it was a boundary that had never been crossed between the two of you, too up close and personal.

You nodded, you couldn’t live with the not knowing.

Standing up from where he was sat, Negan perched himself on your bed, letting his palm slide across your cheek, anchoring you to him as he leant forward. Your lips barely skimmed but it was enough to make you intake a sharp breath, snaking your hand around his neck, bringing forward until his lips were fully against yours.

Your heart was fluttering as you moved against one another, tilting your head left to get better access, a soft moan escaping you when he pushed his tongue into your mouth. Your tongues danced against one another, every movement unhurried and thought out. He sucked your lower lip into his mouth, swiping at it with his skilled tongue, biting it lightly before releasing it again. He pulled back gradually, not want to exert you when you weren’t well, kissing you quickly twice more.

He kept his face close to yours, your slender fingers still threaded through his hair, his thumb grazing across your cheekbone.

“I think we’re gonna be alright baby,” Negan murmured softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead before leaving, allowing you to rest. 

What song would you use to describe each Katie character and which one would you use to describe them all? - (anon)

This turned out to be a bit more difficult than I anticipated. I’m so picky when it comes to music and I wanted to consider legitimate reasons as to why these songs remind me of each character. For those interested, I did create a playlist on Spotify. You know your girl is extra af so it was necessary. Here we go!

Lena Luthor: Rise by Katy Perry

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I won’t just survive
Oh, you will see me thrive
Can’t write my story
I’m beyond the archetype

I’m sorry but if those four sentences don’t describe Lena, tell me what does! Lena has survived so much and she keeps fighting every day. She knows that even though she is a Luthor by blood, she can rise beyond the dark reputation that comes with the name. There are people out there that doubt her because of her last name and there are others that seek to make her fail but she refuses to give them that satisfaction. It works!

Gloria Miller: Beast by Nico Vega

Stand tall for the people of America.
Stand tall for the man next door.
We are free in the land of America.
We ain’t goin’ down like this!
Come on now!

Sharing time: This is one of my favorite songs. Okay, I mostly just imagine a montage of Gloria kicking serious ass while this song plays (Someone wanna make that?). It’s loud and full of action and a bit of anger but mostly it just sends a message to stand up and fight for your country and for those that can’t fight for themselves. Be a hero. Be a Gloria!

Elizabeth Carruthers: BO$$ by Fifth Harmony

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“You’re back.” Theo Raeken

Ever since Theo has come back from hell things have been different. He’s been different. Yes, everyone still hates him and wants him gone again, but not me. We’ve never admitted our feelings for each other and now that he’s back things have been awkward. It was obvious we loved each other before, we both know that, but now I don’t know what will happen. Before, we were basically inseparable. I could tell him things I’ve never told anyone before and the same with him. He let me in on his sister’s death, how he really felt inside, and when he first met the dread doctors when he was young. I would sit and listen because… Nobody’s perfect. Everybody does bad things and has a past. And I love Theo enough to see past that. The others have yet to come around, but I’ll convince them sooner or later to trust Theo.

“Y/N, want some?” Theo offers. He ordered a pizza to my house for movie night, something he and I did whenever things got too hectic in the supernatural world and we needed a break from reality. I shake my head. “No thanks.” I would probably barf if I ate something now. My stomach is already full with my feelings for Theo. I thought I could just return to things being how they used to be with him, but I don’t think I can. My real feelings are going to come out like word vomit any moment now. “Okay.” He gives me a strange look, he knows pizza is my favorite and I would never turn down an opportunity to have a slice. He puts away the pizza and turns on Netflix while I grab the comfiest blankets. He turns on a classic, Clueless, one of my favorites. “Why this one? Let’s watch something you like.” I bet he didn’t get much tv time down in hell. “No, I do like this one. Besides, I know it’s your favorite.” He turns it on and snuggles underneath the blankets with me. We get into a comfy cuddling position and watch in silence. I lay my head against his chest an d listen to the steady beat of his heart. It comforts me, always has. The first 30 minutes of the movie go by undisturbed. I can tell he’s looking at me from the corner of his eye, usually I would be quoting along the entire movie, but not tonight. He suddenly grabs the remote and pauses it, unwrapping himself from me and looking me straight in the eye. “Ok, Y/N. Something’s on your mind. I can tell. I know you.” He waits for me to spill, but I don’t. “You gonna talk?” “I just don’t get you!” I abruptly stand up from the couch and flail my hands, surprising Theo and myself. “You were gone, you were in freaking hell, Theo! Hell! And you come back and… Maybe you’re fine maybe you’re not, but I just need you to talk to me!” My words start as a yell, quieting down to a soft spoken plea. “Maybe I’m the one who needs to talk to you.” I sit back down and criss cross my legs. I can feel his eyes on me but I resist to look back. “I need to talk to you too.” He admits, making me look up from my lap. So we talk. For hours and hours we talk and just pour our hearts out to each other. We both get everything we possibly can off our chests and into the air between us. I listen as he describes the agony he went through everyday down there. How every second felt like hours, how his sister would never let him rest and tortured him with memories from the past. We both cry to each other, letting our most venerable parts be exposed. I never thought I would feel as close to another person like I do to Theo. It’s like he is my other half. We both know everything about each other now. Absolutely everything. Emotionally, I don’t know where I end and he begins.

After our talk, we’re both brushing away tears and choking back soft cries. A part of me cries for Theo; what he went through down in hell with his sister and everything before that. Another part of me cries in relief; I have never felt so emotionally free. “Theo, there’s one more thing I’ve been keeping from you.” He looks curious. We’ve been talking for four hours and I still have something to say? It sort of makes me giggle. He looks even more confused now that I’m laughing. “What?” He starts to chuckle along with me. “I just…” My gut tells me to just come out and say it. “I love you, Theo Raeken.” I look straight into his eyes as I speak those words. He blinks a few times, his brain processing the information I just gave him. My smile fades away, taking in the realization that he might not respond like I thought he would. “Y/N,” he sighs. “Please, just don’t say anything-“ “I love you too.” My eyebrows raise and I find myself tearing up again. “Y/N, I never thought I could love someone as much as I love you.” My throat closes up with tears and all I can do is nod and smile. “You are the only person to ever give me a chance. To listen to me, feel for me, and love me with all of my flaws anyway.” My face breaks out into a grin so big I can feel my jaw start to tremble. “God,” I choke out. “I’ve waited for that for too long.” I lunge from my position across from him into his lap and grab his face to attach our lips for an impeccably long kiss. He reciprocates, arms wrapping themselves around my waist and lips kissing me feverishly. His lips are like the inside of a rose petal, rough stubble prickling my skin in the most pleasurable way possible. We gasp for air between kisses, refusing to let go of each other. “I love you.” We murmur back and forth, not being able to fathom we can openly say that to each other now.

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | (All parts on AO3)

A/N: @posiey I may have you mixed up with someone else, but I am relatively certain you liked this series lol

Jason felt his heart in his throat as he read the words on his screen.

How could a perfect girl like Y/N still be mourning him a year after his death?

He hadn’t been much to begin with. A street kid who got lucky. He may have been smart, but everything else was Bruce and his money.

He had been stubborn and temperamental and had only succeeded in getting himself killed. Even his resurrection wasn’t on his own merit, but on the whim of Ra’s Al Ghul.

And yet here you were, still broken up about him a year after his death. He felt awful that you would be sad over him. He hadn’t even deserved to know you, but to have you love him was more than he could have ever dreamed.

He hesitated before beginning to type. “I am proud of you, doll. I wouldn’t have wanted you to be sad over me in the first place. I was a fucking mess that you somehow managed to see something in. I want you to move on. I want you to fall in love and get married and have kids and do all the things we talked about.” He thought over there dreams and the plans they had made.

He hadn’t even wanted the white picket fence life until he met her. The thought of a boring ass vanilla lifestyle was enough to make him sick, but he would have lived through every ring of suburban hell to make her happy. He looked back at the screen and studied his profile picture for a minute.

They were so happy back then. Carefree and young. That was before everything went wrong, before he ruined everything.

He pushed his thoughts back in favor of finishing his message. “You aren’t giving up on me. You are letting me die. Which is what you should have done months ago. I’m dead and gone, doll. Let me stay that way. It is better that way.”

He hit send and immediately regretted it.

What the hell was Y/N going to think about getting messages from a dead man? How the hell was she going to cope with that?

Not much he could do now though. Part of him wanted to take the time to find a way to delete the message before she could see it.

But another part of him wanted her to see it. See take it as a sign from the beyond and do what he said.

He pushed out all thoughts of her out and logged off. Regret was for people who could afford to live in the past and with a past like Jason’s…

All he had was the future and even that wasn’t looking too bright.

anonymous asked:

For the drabble prompts can you do number 38 & 148 and make it angsty yet not at the same time?!?! Like with a happy ending for nessian I need more fanfic and you are incredible! Thank you in advance if you do write it because it will make my day/week because I need need need more nessian fanfic! 🤗😍😘😜

Oh stahp it you make me swoon 

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But okay; we got 38 -  “You leave whenever you feel like it.” / and 148 -  “Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?”. So I feel like i have the opportunity to make angst but also comedy (which I never get to do so thank you!!!) 

I don’t know how I’ll make this angsty and funny at the same time but I’ll try??? Also probably no smut here. So here we go. 

“I hate this,” Nesta said flatly. Cassian rolled his eyes. 

They were on official business at the Day court, having meetings with all the generals of the armies to access a problem with the east coast of Prythian. Nesta said she was bored so he had brought her along. They were in their room getting ready for dinner when Nesta just threw herself on the bed and refused to get up.

“You hate everything,” he said, remembering just how many times she had asked to go along with him and regretted it. 

“I don’t hate everything, I just hate everything I do here.”

To be honest, Cassian was a bit hurt by the words. He thought that after two years of living in fae lands, and six months of living with him she would have at least a bit of happiness. Apparently, nothing was ever enough.

“You can leave whenever you feel like it,” he said, looking around the room for his boots. And it was true. Even though she didn’t work (because she didn’t want to), she had the money she inherited from her father, and she could do whatever she wanted. 

“No, I can’t.”

Cassian looked at her then. She looked… Sad. She sounded sad. He forgot about his boots entirely and sat down on the bed beside where her torso was sprawled out. She sighed and looked at him with a frown. 

“I have no one else, Cass. Feyre is high lady. Elain won’t leave here and look at the human lands for the life of her. You were born and raised and lived your whole long life here. How can I just go somewhere else?” 

Cassian frowned, unsure of what to do. He didn’t think going back to the human lands would make her happy, but didn’t know what could. 

“If you want to live there, we can,” he said. “But I don’t think it will help you at all.” 

She widened her eyes in surprise. 

“You would move there… For me?” He frowned again at her answer. 

“Of course,” he said simply. He thought Nesta knew… Knew that he would move to hell and live there gladly if it made her happy. Knew he would do anything for her. “But it will only make you remember all you went through there. That’s why Elain doesn’t want to go back.” 

Nesta let out a breath as if she had been defeated. 

“Then I don’t know what to do,” she said, her voice so low and sad Cassian wanted to just make a bubble around them that would protect her from seeing or feeling anything bad. He wished he could do such a thing. 

“You can try getting a job,” he said. She snorted. “I’m serious, Nes! Try and do something. Something you like. You could ask Amren.” She nodded at that, and Cassian hesitated before he said what else was on his mind. “And… I think letting yourself have some affection wouldn’t hurt, either.” 

She raised her brows, but said nothing. Even though they were living together ans slept on the same bed, she never let him hug her, or kiss her a lot; not when it was just pure affection. She would kiss him and everything when sex was involved, but almost never when it came to just sending time together and doing nothing together. In those cases, she talked to him a lot, but never really touched him or let him touch her. After a few tries he had stopped and decided he would wait for her to at least give him some sign that she wanted something like that. The sign never came; even though she asked him to live in his apartment.

She frowned at him before she asked, “Cass, why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?” 

It was true. He enjoyed watching her sleep and plant little kisses on her head and her cheeks. He never did that when she was awake, he figured she wouldn’t like it. 

“Because you look like you’re going to murder me anytime I lean down to kiss you,” he said flatly.

“No I don’t!” The protest was not even serious. Cassian rolled his eyes. 

“It just always seems like you don’t like me to kiss you.” She blinked.

“Cassian. We live together. We share a bed.” 

“Well, yes, but…” 

“No buts, of course you can kiss me!” His cheeks heated. 

“Well you could have said something!” 

She laughed and sat up beside him, kissing his lips lightly. He guesses she wasn’t so good at this stuff, even after they were living together. He brought her close with his arm and she actually hugged him back. 

“Can we not go to dinner tonight?” She said quietly.

“Sure. I’ll get us some food..”

“No, not now… Just… Let’s not do anything.” 

“Okay,” he said, and placed a kiss on top of her head. 

They eventually decided to lie down, and Cassian poured all those months of affection into that one night, kissing her and letting his hands travel through her body delicately, and Nesta actually looked happy. 

cat-turtle-art  asked:

Ut, Uf, Us and Ht Sans how do they plan a special birthday for their so?

Um, so I’ve gone through your blog quite a ways and I liked some of the asks and had one of my own. Um, so there was one where the S/O did something nice for the Sans’ birthday (I believe it was putting stars in his room and giving him another present while Pap took him out for dinner and a movie). I was just wondering what special thing the Sans’ would do for the S/O on their birthday? If this hasn’t already been asked that is.


This is basically the same thing so I’m combining the asks.

Classy Bean

He does his best to make you a cake. It’s a pretty ugly cake. The kitchen looks like it went through hell and back and Classy Bean is covered in frosting when he presents it to you. The stars he tried to do look like blobs and the cake seemed to have crumbled as he was trying to frost it. He’s sorry it looks terrible but at least it’ll taste good? he hopes. (It tastes like a cake. Good cake.)

Red Boy

He’s taking you out to go star gazing with him. Turns out there’s a meteor shower going on. He gives you his coat to sit in for the night, and he points out various stars. He’s going to present to you several gifts of various things you like, and they’re pretty good and its clear he knows you.


He takes off the day to spoil you. He takes you out shopping to buy you several things. When you come home he’s baking you a cake and there are more presents sitting on the table all wrapped up for you. The cake is really pretty and wonderful and he sings you happy birthday. Honey Bear shoves his face into the cake and gets a very angry lecture…. while Sassberry’s face is still covered in cake. It’s glorious.


He set up a small date picnic. He brought you to the park for it and the picnic has a lot of your favorite foods inside. He pulls out some balloons and starts blowing them up. He blows one up and ties it before the wind blows it away. He stares shocked as he chases after the balloon screaming. You watch him chase the balloon around for a bit before a child catches it and pops it. He looks mortified. You’re laughing really hard at the shock and mortification on his face.


He’s slightly panicked as he tries to figure out something special. He feels he has to be creative but he eventually caves in and has Sugarskull help him plan it because w h a t  t h e  f u c k. He’s never been good at planning. He makes a cake with Sugarskull and sets up a blanket fort and movie night for you two. Inside the blanket fort is a set up of fairy lights. He’s looking at you nervously and looking for your approval. He hopes this was nice enough for you.

Top 5 moments from Arrow finale “Lian Yu”

Ok. It’s been awhile since I last wrote a piece about Arrow. But season 5 has been an incredible and exciting ride and it finished with a well deserving bang. Actually, multiples bangs.

(Be still our hearts!) So here are my top 5 moments of the finale: 

5. Everytime Slade showed up on screen.

Seriously. How much have we missed him? I always loved Slade. I loved his friendship and bond with Oliver during their island days. They were brothers. They were a good team. Let’s all remember: Slade saved Oliver once upon a time. It was so nice to see that Slade back in play - mirakuru free and in possession of all his marbles.

Everything about Slade’s character it’s brilliant. From my viewer’s point: Through most of the episode I was genuinely afraid Slade would turn against Oliver (really hoping he wouldn’t but kind of excited if he would - because Slade Wilson as an opponent it’s truly entertaining and amazing to watch).

That’s a good character! Who can make you wonder and stay on the edge of your seat.

What I truly enjoyed though was how we could feel the sorrow in Slade’s actions and words. The way he stepped back when Oliver was holding Deathstroke’s mask. The way he was honest with: I killed your mother. You should’ve killed me. The way he had Oliver’s back (with some great fight moves), the triple cross moment and most importantly: the advice about forgiveness.

Let’s be honest: Slade gets Oliver. They both went through hell. They both were put in horrific situations they did not deserve. Oliver’s fight to survive. Slade’s consequences of being subject with crazy drug. In the end both of them survived. Both of them know what it feels to truly regret actions and choices.

It makes sense the “you and me, kid” sentence. So, it was nice to see that Oliver took Slade’s advice and forgave himself from all the terrible things that happened since his father’s suicide.

Is it too much to ask to have Slade as a series regular next season? Or maybe have him for a few episodes? It’ll be interesting to see how he and Oliver can repair their very complicated relationship.

4. Olicity

Awn, Olicity. That’s what I’m talking about.

In the last  5 years, we’ve seen them met, be friends, partners and lovers.

We actually got to see an epic hero love story develop from day one.

What worked really well is the way the writers established once and for all that Felicity is this hero’s great love. Let’s recap the moments?

It happened when Oliver said straight forward that he needed to focus and that meant Felicity had to be safe out of the island.

It happened when they kiss and Oliver optimistically said they were gonna make it through.

It happened when Felicity said that she didn’t wanna regret not kissing him because when it comes to them, she already has enough regrets. [ Yeah, that break-up it’s something that we all regret, Felicity].

It happened when he replied they were gonna have the talk once they were out of the island.

And it happened when Chase said his last line: “… it will be lonely without mom and Felicity”.  

I think it’s safe to say after 5 years, in this DC-tv-verse Felicity is canonically the love of Oliver’s life. In this universe and platform Olicity isn’t shipping anymore. It just is. Haters gonna hate but that it’s the truth.

The character’s love each other. That’s the story. Accept and move on.

Felicity and Oliver’s journey has been a crazy one. They both grew. They both made mistakes, but in this finale (that represents the full circle of Oliver’s path to be the hero) they both were what they were supposed to be: an hero and the strong girl with pure empathy.

Hoping for a very sweet reunion and free-drama Olicity from season 6 and on.

3. The whole team

The team really kick some butts. In a show like Arrow it’s difficult to have all the cast in the same scene or story arc. But they did it! They were all there.

It was very satisfying seeing how well they all worked together. Even Malcolm was fitting too well with the rest of the gang. Nyssa loyalty was also so sweet to see.

After all they’ve been through, they’ve shown they are strong as ever.

2. All the fights scenes

Every freaking fight scene. Specially Oliver and Chase’s. Just that.

1. Every Chase and Oliver scene

I’ve been waiting 5 seasons to hear Oliver say out loud that  he isn’t the killer anymore. “That’s who I was”. FINALLY! Oh, Oliver. Great moment!

Throughout the episode we got to see the real Oliver. The one in charge, making decisions with a team recognizing his leadership. Not because of his yelling, but because he earned their respect.

After all the trauma, the drama, the regrets, the guilt and all lost, Oliver became this super able badass honorable hero. And we have Chase to thank for the final push.

Chase forcing Oliver to admit his killer nature was nerve wrecking. The fight between the two  felt real and with high stakes.

Chase craziness and obsession made him a truly great villain. With no redeemable qualities. Not one.

But, the best scene from this finale was the last one. Chase committing suicide. 

First he bargained William’s life over everyone Oliver loves. Impossible situation. As a true hero, Oliver didn’t give in. Then Chase did the unthinkable, killed himself to make Oliver understand he will always bring death for those closest to him.

Man, in one second Oliver lost his sister, his girl, his best friend, the mother of his son, his father figure, his team and allies.

Everyone he loves. And we felt the brokenness right along with him through that look as he watches purgatory island go up in the air. It was shocking.

He finally was free from the weight of guilt. He was trusting the ability of his team to take care of themselves and he finally was in the light, defeating his enemy. He was not broken anymore. And then, everyone dies.

Ok, we all know know they are gonna make it … right?

That’s the brilliance of this season and the journey from the last 5 years. We know they are gonna make it, somehow (this is a freaking magic island, in a universe of metahumans, aliens and time travel). But even so, we are still wondering: are they?

We are shocked and feeling for Oliver. With Oliver.

We care about these characters. These heroes. We care about all the bad and ugly and painful situation they’ve been through. Isn’t that what a tv show specially a hero one should make us feel?  

We need to care for the hero. And, dear Arrow tv writers, we do.

Thank you for the best season yet!

Two Elegant Beauties

Yesterday’s fascination for me was working what I am deciding to call “accent squares”. Both squares I worked, in my opinion, came out absolutely GORGEOUS. (Which is good, because the puff stitch in one, and long chains of the other, made them total nightmares to work.) I decided that, for both, I would work the squares, mostly in white, with just ONE round, in the center of each square, worked in a separate color of yarn. This created a rather minimalist type of look. It gave these squares, mostly white, just a pop, or accent, of color. Hence, the term accent squares.

The first square I worked yesterday was a relatively simple square to do…except round three. Round three had the much dreaded puff stitch. (It is still, and I am sure will always be, my belief that this particular stitch was created, just to give crocheters something to bitch about. You know, so the whole “bitch” factor could be present, in the stitch and bitch movement.) This stitch is one that I absolutely detest, with every fiber of my being. This stitch is my arch nemesis, when it comes to crocheting. And, every time I have to work it–something I know will come, yet again–I keep thinking to myself one thing. I have already slayed this monster once. Why does it keep resurrecting itself, and placing itself in squares that I still have to work?

The puff stitch, my dearest readers, is the crochet equivalent to the Hydra. Every time you think you have laid it to rest, well…think again. It will sprout its ugly, puffy little heads back up, to strike fear, yet again! And somehow, it will be worse than it has ever been before!

Thirty-two…that it the amount of times that I had to work this evil little bastard of a stitch, yesterday morning, at the ungodly time of 4:23 am. (I remember this perfectly, because I looked at the clock, before starting the round, wanting to cry.) Thirty-two pesky little puff stitches, that had me whining, and wishing that I had enough hair on the top of my head to pull out. Thirty-two puffs, that had me cursing in language that, I am sure, would make a sailor blush, with each new stitch. Thirty-two puff stitches, and well over one hundred times of my hook sticking in the stitches, or falling off of my hook, meaning that I had to start the whole stitch again.

At one point (only eight puff stitches successfully in), I growled at the piece like some sort of lunatic, and I threw it. I threw it all. The square, and my hook (still inside the work) went flying across the coffee table, and landed, with a little “ding” from the aluminum hitting the floor. Immediately after, my Lucy Waffle, sweet girl that she is, sensed the two things that I needed the most. A kiss on the cheek. And a look, with those big eyes of hers. A look that, I am sure, was a look of shame. I looked at her, as she stared at me, with those doggy eyes, that clearly said: “Just like that…you are giving up? I really expected better of you, old pal!” (I should say that I have never had the stare of a dog make me feel so small before. In this moment, it was as though my dog was somehow channeling the look that a disappointed parent would give. It was many things: shocking, saddening, and, honestly, more than a little disturbing.) I got off the couch, collected the square and my hook off the floor, and came to sit back down. I took a deep breath, and felt another kiss on the cheek from my Lucy. And, I continued work on the piece. (I wish I could say that things, at that point, got easier. But, no…round three was a total BITCH to work, all the way through.)

After round three, the square went back to being simple to make. (Thank God, because I was already at my wit’s end.) Two more rounds later, I was done.

And I put the the evil Hydra/Puff Stitch Monster down, once again…knowing that it will return, and I will have to KILL it, yet again!

Onto the next square…

This square was, all in all, rather simple…especially when compared to the hell of square one for the day. It was, in fact, only round one that offered any sort of real challenge, at all. And, after conquering the puff stitch, I was not really sweating it. Because it was a piece of cake, by comparison.

You see, round one has you do the double crochet and chain of a standard granny, with the exception of the chain being a little bit longer than normal. You chain eight, each time, before double crocheting the next shell. And, for me, one thing that has always presented a bit of a challenge, is working a double crochet, after creating a chain of any substantial length. I don’t necessarily know why I find this to be so problematic, but, for some reason, I do.

Thankfully, after round one, this problem was a thing of the past. And the rest of the square–even with its front post treble crochets–was a relatively simple, and all around, enjoyable square to work.

Anyway, when you are done with the square, it looks like there is this funky little cross in the middle of it. It is actually pretty cool.

For the first square, I worked rounds one and two in white. Round three was worked in butter yellow. And rounds four and five are, again in white. (When I look at this square, I see the evil yellow puff stitches form, what I see, as a Fruit Loop.)  For the second square, I did rounds one and two in white. Round three was worked in a variegated yarn of pink and black–I am really digging all things pink, lately–followed by round four, again, being worked in white.


I have to tell you all about an early anniversary gift that my husband bought for me. (And, I am so TOTALLY stoked over it! Seriously, it is totally awesome!!!) It came in the mail yesterday. An orange tee shirt, with–wait for it–a Hocus Pocus image on the front of it. The art piece is done up to mimic a concert, showing all three of the Sanderson witches, along with Billy, and Thackery Binx. Yesterday, when he gave it to me, I had a total geek moment. (One made even bigger, due to the fact that I have, to date, still not seen the movie, this year. Sadly, I may not. It will be the first year, since 1993, when I go without watching it. Feel bad for me people…)

But, back to the shirt…it has now become one of my favorite shirts. And, I guess I know what I will be wearing this Halloween. (Now, I just need to pull out my witch hat, that I got while living in Salem, and I will be good to go.)

Yesterday, while on my Facebook, I was talking to one of my friends about this challenge. (Seriously, I don’t know why I try. Apart from my readers, the entire concept of this challenge seems like some goofy waste of time for most people. They just cannot wrap their minds around it. Even my husband–bless the man–has a hard time truly understanding why I am doing this. But, he supports me, so that is awesome.) This friend then asked me what the big deal with this challenge is. Not in a rude way, mind you. Just in a totally confused way. She asked why I was doing it. And then, she made the following statement: “You are making granny squares every day, for a year. What’s the big deal?” (You know, now that I stop and reexamine this last statement by her, I realize that it did come off a little bit bitchy, after all.)

It is funny to me that someone could look me, straight in the eyes, and tell me that this project is not all that big a deal. I understand there may be a lot of people out there who don’t completely understand it, and that is fine. I am okay with that. But, to try to play it down…well, that is another thing, altogether.

“What’s the big deal,” I asked her, feeling my calmness slowly start to leave. “Are you kidding me? You try devoting an ENTIRE year to something, working on it, day in and day out, and you tell me how big a deal that is!)

I wish I could say that this is the only time someone has tried to play down the difficulty of this whole thing. Sadly, it is not. I had one friend, who crochets, tell me that it is not all that difficult to work granny squares. So, the challenge, in their mind, was not really all that challenging, at all. What people fail to understand, it seems, is that the challenge does not lie solely with the creation of the squares. Rather, it lies in the knowledge that, every day of my life, for the next year, I will be working a square. (At least one.) There will be no sick days. There will be no “I don’t want to” days. There will be no breaks.

People, I have noticed, feel that they have a right to shrink the importance of something such as this project. Yet, I can almost guarantee that anyone who has done so, would NOT be able to stick to ANY challenge, of ANY kind, for one full year.

 It irks me when people try to make something seem unimportant, when they see how important it is to you. It’s like people see you doing something positive with your time…and they want to do whatever they can to squash it down.

So, to anyone who may hear (or read) of this challenge, and think it is no big deal, I am (from this point) going to have but one thing to say.

“If you think that is true, then show how easily you can do it. Show me how easily you can work a square (or two), every single day (no matter what), and find the time to blog about the experience, every day, for one WHOLE year.”

The truth is this. This challenge is not something that is IMPOSSIBLE to do. But, it is not as easy as people may think. I mean, since starting this project, I have fallen into bouts of depression so strong that all I want to do is lay in bed, all day long. (Thanks, mom!) During these days, it physically has hurt me to do anything. All I wanted to do was cry…mope around the house. Instead, I FORCED myself to crochet.

There will be NO BREAKS. And that, my readers, is where the difficulty in this project comes from. Knowing that I will have no release, until 11 months from now.

Anyway…enough ranting about my rage of people playing down the significance of this whole thing.

47 squares down. 418 to go!

Shadow Forms: Team X Reader

Requested by anon: Oneshot where reader is first person to find Neverland and was the one who let Peter Pan stay there and gave him his magic and when everyone goes to save Henry, Rumple suggests finding her for help, and basically a scene where the team meets Y/N?

hmmm so I thiiink I know what you mean

Originally posted by dylanxinfinity

Originally posted by captainhatterhook

A ship was visible on the horizon, one you hadn’t seen in a long while. Squinting to make sure you weren’t just seeing things you snorted. Unbelievable, you thought, Captain Hook’s returned.

Not that you cared much, it amused Peter more than you. You turned away and went back to your seclusion. It was hours later when all hell broke loose.

Out of the corner of your eye you spotted movement. You ignored it, until you heard rustling form the opposite side. Raising your eyebrows you gaped, “He wouldn’t…” Without missing a beat Captain Hook appeared through the trees.

He stood in front of you, hands slightly raised, “I just want to talk.”

You stared at him not knowing how to respond, “You– you came to, find me? Did you forget who I was?”

“Please, I don’t wish to quarrel. I only ask for your help.” he asked sheepishly.

You tilted your head, “Are you aware of how stupid that sounds?” Raising your voice you continued, “I created this place and after years of waging wars here, you ask for my help?“  You heard the familiar sound of a bowstring behind you. Hook tensed but said nothing.

Rolling your eyes you sighed, “Oh call off your crew already, we can talk.”

As Hook lowered his hands another man appeared in you peripheral vision, “Actually it’s me who wanted to talk to you.

This time, your jaw dropped. You turned to find Rumplestiltskin flanked by others with weapons.

You slid your hands into your pockets still staring, “I wasn’t expecting to see you here. And with a pirate? This doesn’t seem your style.”

“Well it’s not my style, but I’m here to find my grandson and he’s agreed to help.” He said.

“Aww, that’s so sweet,” You turned to face Hook, “You know I’ve always had a soft spot for you.”

He glanced away, “Yeah, I could tell from how you yelled at me just then.”

You shrugged with a grin, “Gotta keep up appearance.” You looked towards the woman holding the bow at her side, “Who are you again?”

She raised her head, “Mary-Margaret. Henry, he’s my grandson.”

“Wait,” You coughed, “this kids your grandson, and his?” You said motioning to Rumplestiltskin.

The light haired man spoke up, “Whoa, they’re the parents of different kids. We’re together.” He put his arm around her.

You stared at them in confusion, “Right, so anyways. Why do you want my help? It’s not like I keep tabs on Pan.”

“You mean you don’t know what he’s planning?” a blonde woman asked.

“Oh no I absolutely know what he’s planning and it needs to be stopped.” You arched an eyebrow.

Hook had joined the others and laughed, “You haven’t tried stopping him yourself?”

You scoffed, “What, with his little army backing him? No way Captain.”

“Well don’t you think you ought to do something? You are the one who gave him his powers.” Rumplestiltskin argued.

“Like I don’t regret that?” Your eyes burned, “He, he wasn’t like this before. He had potential. I saw, good in him.” Shaking your head you sighed, “But I made a mistake. So now that you’re all here, we can stop him together. Now, shall we have some introductions?” You asked, eyebrows raised.

The woman holding the bow nodded, as the others looked at each other for objections. Without saying anything they agreed, and the blonde stepped forward. “I’m Emma, and Henry is my son.”

You grinned, “They call me Y/N. Doesn’t sound that epic, but I promise I’m more than I seem.”


it’s like a step by step guide for how to feel bad.


Dark Creatures Is a tabletop RPG, the story is really long, and I went through hell and back to make this game. This game is a game that has a lot of things that other tabletop games don’t have, Like Energy and, Mana. and unlike some games this takes place in the future, other games usually take place in the Middle Ages and current time, and also unlike some games this has more swords, guns daggers and other weapons, this game has a different thing to it to make it well different like different dimension and different worlds, and different monsters, new races and new classes, a history to it that could be kinda interesting and kinda cheesy, and because this was made by a 14 year old there will be a lot of bad jokes and some good jokes that many parents won’t get and many kids won’t get… I think only teens will get the jokes i make in this book and what I am hoping from this game is a lot of money… no I’m actually hoping this game will be as famous as DND and other RPG Tabletop games, I want not only for Adults to enjoy this game but for teens and  kids to play this game and be knowledgeable in the way of old style gaming but I also want to get some animators and other people that can make this Tabletop game into a video game!


There are 7 of races that you can choose from.

1.     Dragon

[Dragons are human like races except for that they can can survive in high and low temperatures for longer periods of time than any other race. It has +5 to night vision and +3 to overheat and freezing resist but they have a -4 to Stealth and -2 to speed.]

     2. Demon

[Demons are soul eating evolutions of human he/she has a +6 to endurance +4 night vision +3 to death magic but where it’s weak in is -4 to light magic resist -2 to health]

     3. Elf

[Tall cool human like creatures get +3 to speed, +1 to skill or magic +2 to INT but the bad thing is that there Def -3 they have a -2 dark magic resist and -2 to END.]

    4. Heavanly

[These are angel like human evolution no flight but they are good beings with +4 to HP +3 to healing magic but have a -3 weakness to Dark magic and have -5 to Sword skill (Recommended Class is any class that uses light magic or elemental magic)]

    5. Novas

[Nova’s are coded in humans they get around places they are coded humans but it can pick up items and turn them into coded items which are the same as normal items but coded they have the brain and organs are human the skin though is metal but not all of it is so a +3 to defences (They are living) but they aren’t at the same time Omg!]

    6. Shinikome

[Dark creatures, soulless even but they are nice. They are born with the whole eye black

And can’t see but has increased other senses like smell and hearing can’t shoot but can use magic, dark magic is used and light magic hurts them.]

     7. Cids

[They are green magic users they use plants and life magic like grow vine but they are special magic users so they don’t have their own magic on the magic tree.]

Even though there are only 7 races there are many combinations you can do with the classes and the races, now that that’s done let’s get to Classes (next page)


There are 14 classes, i know what you’re thinking Kat that’s a lot of classes well have fun combining them with the races you will find it is pretty hard to find the perfect character like it is hard to find the perfect human being…. Perfect Human girlfriend…. Perfect boyfriend….(Sorry this isnt that old)


They have the best sword skill in the game being a master of blades you can use a sword to stagger your foes and kill elfs and heavenly with ease they learn how to craft their ULTIMATE WEAPON which is Terratanium sword but they start off with a long steel sword and there best skill is Swords soul which is obtained at LVL 20

      2. Magi

This class has the best Elemental magic skill they can’t use dark magic they have tried but nothing has worked being a master of magic they can take out Close and Medium ranges they can also use bows which aren’t really better than magic but good enough to get them around when there mana is low they learn how to craft their ULTIMATE WEAPON which is a Terratanium Bow and It’s is a Long bow

      3. Reapers

This class is a deadly dark classes Using dark, death, and illusion magic they are stealthy and can get around you can kill Heavenly easily with this class they have a hidden tail, their tails are sharp and can be used and weapons if ever surrounded or staggered they have there tails to give them a extra +1 attack they have a mastery in guns but they aren’t the best in guns (unless it’s a sniper) at LVL it learns how to craft it’s ULTIMATE WEAPON which is a Raridemite sniper. There start weapon is Crystal shard Pistol

     4. Elemental

Elementals are races born with with a condition, they turn into a element the elements are Fire,Earth,Water,Lightning,Ice,Iron. These Elementals use their bodies as weapons so they can make Fire nunchakus that do a lot of damage which they learn at LVL 20 there also very good at physical fighting but not REALLY GOOD at LVL 40 they learn crystal change which turns them into a crystal for a short amount of time that gives you a +4 Defence +4 ATK but lowers speed by -6 starter weapon are fists and kicks

      5. Gunman or gunwoman

This close and mid ranged class specializes in guns though snipers isn’t really good at so it’s good at killing Humans and Elfs They have a special they learn at LVL 30 called crystal shot which is their best skill at LVL 20 though they learn how to craft their ULTIMATE WEAPON which is a Terratanium Automatic shotgun which isn’t as cool as it seems. They start off with a normal shell shotgun.

      6. Guardian

This class has the best armory/Defence in the game and at LVL 20 they learn their skill which is called Holy sword this class can easily take out Demons and Elves at LVL 30 they learn how to craft their ULTIMATE WEAPON which is called Great guardian sword which is a LONG LONG sword that is very powerful. There starter weapon is Guardian Knife which is less op Speed for this class is -2 because of the armor.

       7. Medic

This class is obviously the best i’m Healing magic and medical abilities at LVL 20 they learn how to make Ebonic health boost which boosts your health by 10 at LVL 20 you learn how to use Health blast which blasts positive energy Kills Ghosts and Ghouls and heals team +5 to HP when playing this character Doesn’t combat that much but when it does he poison the enemy with you MEDS.

       8. Summoner

Elemental summoners summon a range of familiars to Uncommon-God-Unknown. This class has the best summoning skill and at LVL 25 you learn how to summon a Myth like King phoenix/Queen Phoenix and can summon a god summon at LVL 40 and at LVL 50 you can summon a Unknown.

        9. Alchemist

This class is all about Time and strategy in a certain amount of time with the materials around you you can make a drug or a potion has the best Chem/Potion making Skill at LVL 20 you learn how to make a Ebonic health potion and at LVL 40 you learn how to make 420.

      10. Blood Shaper

Don’t want to use Magic? Like the color red Well the blood shaper is a Hard class to deal with because you use your HP for weapons. You can solidify your blood to make a weapon like at LVL 20 you do -10 HP for a great sword you can die useing to much blood

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       11. Physical fighter

This class is a non-Weapon class so no swords or guns but there is brass knuckles and punching gloves/spiked punching gloves they’re really good at close combat they have the best physical fighting skill with a +5 to physical fighting at LVL 20 they learn how to craft their ULTIMATE WEAPON which is Raridemite brass knuckles and with this there skill is sonic soul fist if you have the reaper race you can eat the a soul to gain health, the ability is learned at LVL 40 being good at physical fighting it and close range attacks it can be useful in killing humans and Heavenly because they specialize in magic if you manage to get close to them you can stun them.

       12. Assassin/Bounty hunter

He’s a master in sneaking, finding gold, and rare items. At LVL20 he learns how to craft the AntiEbonic knife when it hits it drains 10HP it has the best sneak skills in the game and because of that he can kill reapers and elfs easily even though the recommended race is elf and at LVL 40 it learns Ultimate assasination.

        13. Parkourist

Can use parkour to get around like jumping, climbing, and wall running. There only weapon is there fists even though they can use weapons like katanas and things like that it is not recommended because they are the worst at weaponry but decent at physical fighting (NOT GOOD AT IT) They are mostly used to Help the team get to high places and get past floor and wall traps they have a good (Hidden skill) skill to not trigger a trap. Acrobatic skill is a must have for this class because without acrobatics it’s useless the only good thing you will have with this class if you don’t have any good acrobatic skill is the (Hidden skill) skill to not activate traps.

       14. Insanist

Insane and deadly at LVL 20 it learns the skill Slice and Dice and it’s main weapon is a big knife and it’s last skill Chop Chop and it learns it at LVL:40 can kill humans and Heavenly easily.


The type of magic and types of summon and elements

There are different types of magic these are all of them.

Fire: Fire, Fire ball, Blaze, charing, Burn skin, lava floor, fiery explosion. Solar rain

Ice: Ice, Ice spike, Chill, Frostbite, Ice floor, Ice burst, Ice sickle’s

Water: Water,Water Whip, Bubble pop, Scald, drown , Waterfall. Scalding rain

Light: Light, Light burst, Light shot, Light orb, light orb, Light,Dark(Light), Blinded by the light.

Dark: Dark, Dark Flame, Black Ice, dark lightning, Invisible, Light dark (dark), Hover, Complete darkness.

Air: Wind, Storm, Wind Blast, Wind force, Wind Chill, Universal wind,Wind Slice, Steam.

Earth: Earth, Stone Bullets, Earthquake, crevasse, Earth grass bolt, stone blade, Rock Pillar smash, sink sand.

Lightning: Lightning, Lightning shock, Taze, Thunderstorm, Timely Shocking, thunder clap, Rainbow lightning.

Spirit: Curse, spirit control, Soul eater, soul split, paralysis soul, ghost tont, death, soul burst.

Weapons: +1 sword skill (sword), +2 to magic power, (Summon)

Universal: Universal Mini meteor, Nebula hands, Dark matter, Warp, Star scape, Universal weapon, Gravity, Laser.

If you’re a magi you can choose 2 types of magic (That isn’t Dark or spirit) and if you’re a reaper you have to have Dark,Spirit and Universal.  

Check The level guide on what level you have to be to use these skills.


Fire: Fire Ant, Blazing Cat, Heat Lion, King Phoenix, Fire Dragon, Hades, Sun

Water: Baby Piranha, Piranha, Megalodon, Queen Mermaid, Water Dragon, Poseidon, Ocean

Ice: Ice Lizard, Ice Bat, Ice Guardian, Abominable Snowman, Ice Dragon, Khione, Blizzard

Light: Light Vine, light rose, Light claw, Light dire wolf, Twin light Dragon, Kronos Titan of light, Magnified

Dark: Shadow, Dark rose, Dark Cloud, Werewolf, Dark Dragon, Erebos, Black hole

Air: Flower petals(elementals), Grass wind beast, Invisible air Knight, Griffin, Air dragon, Boreas, Greater Tornado

Earth: Rock Worm, Clayer, Rocker, Golem, Ground Dragon, Geaea, Earth Quake

Lightning: Shocking cacti, Lightning Snake, Lightning wizard spirit, Lightning wolf Raiju, Shocking Dragon, Thunder god Zeus, Focused Lightning.

Spirit: Little soul, Whisp, Reapers soul, Angel/Demon, Bone dragon spirit, Pontos, Skeleton army.

Weapons: Control Sword, Control Axe, Control mace, Summon Excalibur/Reaper scythe Sword dragon, Ares, Summon Bullet Rain.

Universal: Star, Gravity, Nebula, Cloud, aliens, Space dragon, Allah the moon god, Eclipse.


Wooden sword- Does +1 Sword damage, +2 to speed, best sword at the start of the game. (can only be used by: Swordsmen) $1.00

     2)  Wooden crossbow- does +1 Ranged damage, +2 to speed, best Gun/Bow at the start of the game (Hard  to Jam). (can only be used by: Assassin, Medic, Gunman/Gunwoman) $1.00

     3)  Wooden framed gloves- +1 damage to melee damage, +2 to speed, best gloves at the beginning of the game. (can only be used by: Anyone recommended Physical Fighter)


     4) Wooden Bow- +1 ranged damage, +1 to magic casting speed, +2 to speed best bow at the start of the game. (can only be used by: Magi) $1.00

     5) Wooden Knife- +1 Knife damage, +1 to insanity, +2 to speed best knife at the start of the game. (can only be used by: Insanity) $1.00

     6) Wooden long sword- +1 to sword damage, -1 to speed, +1 to reach, Best long sword in the Starting of the game (can only be used by: Guardian) $1.00

     7) Wooden Staff- +1 to Magic summon damage, +1 to speed, Best start game staff (can only be used by: Summoner) $1.00

     8) Wooden Clockwork pistol- +1 to ranged damage +2 to speed, +1 to fire speed, Best Gun in the game (can only be used by: Reaper, Gunman/Gunwoman) $1.00

      9) Railgun: Damage: 50 Piercing: Until it hits a wall, Amo: 1 shot per Power Cell, Starting Amo: 10 Power Cells, Price: 5,000

     10) Ultimate Sacrifice, Damage: Kills everything in the room,Amo 1 Shot per Sacrificial Power Cell, Starting. ???: After shot, 2 (Active) days cool down time, all mana and energy goes to 0, life goes to 1 HP, the player that shot this gun rolls 1D4 die every 10 minutes for 1 hour the number you roll every 10 minutes take that amount of damage, and there is a 50% chance of this gun breaking.


Wooden Plated Armor, Just some wood plates on a body, +1 Armor and that’s it!


Steel Armor, +5 Armor.



    1) Amo- Crossbow Bolts


    2) Amo- Stone bullet


    3) Amo- Magic energy orb


    4) Amo- Power Cell


    5)Amo- Sacrificial Power Cell


???: “You feel weak when you hold this Power Cell…” Lose all your energy when you buy this item.


Health Potion- Heals you (1d10)


Mana Potion- Heals you mana (1d10)


???- Unknown Effect- (1d20 to find out what your effect is)



The elements here aren’t for elementals there elements found throughout the game used for crafting, bonuses and bad stuff like -2 to darkness creature +2 to light creatures.

ZechIzum- is a coal like material. Burns Bright blue at night and very dark red in the morning, goes out slowly +Burn +Fire magic - and +Self burn.

Spynencone- A spike Material Touching it will hurt you and will kill you +thorns - and + self damage.

Terratanium- A rare material That’s Used for weapon craft rare and strong people call it the 3rd best material for weapon crafting +Rainbows +Weapon crafting -Rare.

Belenarifecatisusium- A strage material that Changes it’s shape and size, Some say there is a way to control its shape and use that with great weapons but it has to accept you as it’s owner +Weapon craft +Shape shift -Might not like you.

Dartemtis- A dark orb found under ground can’t be broken and can’t be crafted into a weapon weakens light race/creatures like heavenly +darkness -Light.

Liememtis- a light orb that weakens dark creatures like demons can’t be broken and can’t be used as weapon crafting +Light -Darkness.

Chenpako- Explosive (Touch) boom, and maybe a second boom.

Lifathimatemite: A Soul crystal usable in crafting weapons it is the most rarest Material and most hardest to break. This Material is commonly known as a broken soul, a broken souled human is a suicidal human usually found near lakes and other places that humans and other races kill themselves but that’s not all there also found in dungeons where Dark creatures are if a dark creature kills a human This material will show after 30 seconds the crystal will turn dark and it will have solidified and will be useless for weapon crafting and that’s when people power it with magic and make craft it to use weapons but using them to craft weapons is illegal. If you do “you’re a bad person”

Elements prt 2

Rareidemite: The 2nd Best material for weapon crafting, Is strong for guns swords are hard to make with this material but has a shiny purple glow hiding in darkness

Codeium: Codeium… No one knows a lot about this but it’s found deep in the Coded World and it can combine two Materials to make One

(Example: Terratanium+Raridemite=Hells-angel)

Kat: I’m Happy about these elements but they don’t really have to do with the story wait nevermind I there are some elements that are used in the story, Just have fun with these You can make combinations with elements using codium if you have any suggestions for more elements and suggestions for elements combinations,

Elemental’s elements

The elementals elements are elements that elementals can be.

Ice: Ice is not that strong but has a + to it +frostbite slows enemy for 1 turn HP: can be +1d10

For endurance it’s -5 because you’re ice -Weakness to fire +Cold resist

Wind: You’re Kept together by Cloths around you, cutting the Cloth is bad for the person that cuts the cloth, once cut releases a storm that blasts a small enemy back but does damage. The more damage you take the stronger the storm gets, if dies the storm stops -Fire Resistance +Wind Blast

Fire: fire is a base element. You have skin but it’s covered in flames touching someone won’t burn anyone but an enemy Will burn The more fire damage done to you during a battle the more +Energy you will get +Fire hands +Fire resist -Ice resist and -Water resist.

Rock: Rock is a good basic element to be, Able to make weapons out of his body (Stone weapons) +5 to Str and as long as you’re on Rock,Soil and other Earth type elements you can regenerate your body quickly after making a weapon using your body.

Lightning: Lightning is fast as you get a +5 to speed and your body is surrounded by lightning touching a evil (Monster) Creature will shock them for one turn.

Kat: Hi, I have something to say about elementals, I like them and I will put a lot of work into them but i will never be them. They do a lot of damage but i don’t like close combat SOMETIMES so i will never be one of these you can be one but i’m putting my opinion.

Standard Wednesday Night

Title: Standard Wednesday Night

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Matt Murdock/Foggy Nelson

Word Count: 3,000

Ao3 link: here

Summary: “You know, not to be a whiner,” Foggy spoke through a mouthful of fried rice, “but it’s so not fair that you’re better at chopsticks than me.”

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Every time I think of the fact that Holt fought so hard to get his first command, something he’s always wanted but was never given the chance because of his race and sexuality, and then was met at the precinct with a detective like Jake, a white straight man who is so incredibly resistant to any type of change and refuses to do his job properly (think episode 1-3 Jake), and I think of the fact that Holt probably went home and was so incredibly angry at the fact that he has a detective like Jake who would screw up his command and make things difficult.

And then I think of the fact that 21 and a half months later, when threatened that if he didn’t leave his command -this thing that he’s worked so hard for, worked so hard THROUGH, built a strong, composed, well established detective squad that have each other’s backs - the squad would be broken up, and each one sent to places that would definitely bore them and depress the hell out of them, he chose to leave. Because he cared too much about his squad, especially Jake, to let anything happen to them. He acted completely selflessly and even though later he was rotting away in PR, literally being brought down and losing hope (this is the same man that started an association for Gay African American officers of the NYPD in the extremely homophobic 70’s and 80’s after his colleagues mocked him and laughed heavily just for SUGGESTING it), he walked away with his head held up high.

And it is that same squad (and same damn stubborn detective) that brought him back into the precinct and position that he loved.

I love Raymond Holt so much and am so grateful that he exists.