i wish these came in purple

From the Four Swords: Legendary Edition authors’ note:

We aimed to show teamwork, with readers liking all four Links plus Shadow Link.  There was an especially strong fan response in Japan and overseas to the friendship between Purple Link and Shadow Link.  As manga authors, we feel blessed that the characters’ feelings came across so clearly.  Enjoy the banter between the five!

I was beyond thrilled to see Akira Himekawa’s nod to the fans in the new Legendary Edition.  Four Swords means so much to me - the happiness of reading the manga, the inspiration to practice and improve my own art and writing, the friendships that have been made through the fandom.  I wish I could tell Akira Himekawa how blessed I feel to be able to enjoy this amazing story they’ve created 💚 ❤️ 💙 💜 🖤

Someone asked me ages ago to make them an octopus plush. They ended up not going for it, but I was kinda interested in the project for myself so I bought the fabric for it a year ago and stashed it (as you do) 

So this weekend I figured, lets give this a try. 

It’s more of a squid than an octopus (my sewing capabilities are not good enough to make spherical things yet) 

The trick here was using really cheap paper because he has to be symmetrical. So I drew out half, folded the paper in half and then traced it to be the same on both sides. 

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Okay! So I was actually on my break when a co-worker of mine came to the back and told me Brittany Snow was on our ride. (All of my co-workers know how much I love Pitch Perfect) So I jumped out of my seat and ran to the exit of our ride to act like I was in position saying goodbye to people lol The first one to come up was Kelley. (Found out later the other girls went on a second time but she didn’t want to) So I told her I was excited for the next movie and she was sweet and said thank you. Then a few minutes later, Brittany came up. At first I assumed she and Kelley had just come to the park by themselves, but then ALL OF A SUDDEN, here comes Anna, Chrissie, Shelley AND Ester… And then I lost it. (On the inside) lol On the outside I greeted them with smiles and wished them a good rest of the day. I also had noticed that they were wearing our Purple lanyards, which means they can only go through our Gate A line once per ride. So I gave them a handful of other passes they could use to go to our shows or rides again through the same Gate A line if they wanted to. They all thanked me and wished me a nice day as well. They were all so sweet and nice. And GORGEOUS. Let me tell you…

Kate's Magical Lust (18+)

(note. Short story for @blueberryballoons contains breast and butt expansion, and suggestive themes)

“Humph.” Kate pouted as she sat down at the edge of her bed. She just came home after a long day of college classes. She stared straight ahead into the mirror in front of her that stood on top of her dresser. She eyed herself up and down, straightening her back and turning her head from side to side. She stood up from the bed and turned around in the mirror, bending over and trying every sexy pose she could think of. No matter what Kate did, she still wasn’t confident enough in her body. She didn’t think she was pretty, flawless, or gorgeous as her friends always told her she was. She sighed and flopped back onto the bed, staring up into the ceiling.

“I just wish my body would change, I’m so sick of the same old me. I want bigger boobs and a bigger ass like all the other girls I know. It’s not fair.” She groaned. Suddenly a low rumbling shook the room slightly, flickering the lights on and off. She looked around the room in fear, she’d never been in an earthquake before. She stood up and was about to run for the open doorframe when suddenly there was a loud crash. The double Windows to the left of her bed sprung open and a small purple glittery from came tumbling in through the air like a badly thrown football. It clattered to the ground and rolled a few times, letting out little polite “Ooh”-s and “Eek”-s as it spun.
“Oh dear, oh my, oh heavens.” The small little woman mumbled to herself as she stood to her feet brushing dust and paint and wood chips off of her glittery purple dress. She was no taller than 3 feet, had a face caked with makeup, silver gray hair pulled up into a bun, and carried a child’s plastic magic wand. Kate stood there leaning against the dresser, her hand over her heart with an expression of shock painted on her face.

“Why hello there darling!” The woman cheerfully chided. “Sorry for such a rude entrance, I’m still getting use to the new wings.” She giggled, pointing to the fluttering neon wings on her back. Kate still stood there frozen in disbelief.

“W-Who…” Kate whispered quietly, slowly recoiling from the shock and stepping closer to the magical woman.

“Now that’s no way to greet your fairy godmother!” The woman said playfully.

“M-My fairy wha?” Kate continued to mumble.

“Come give me a hug, darling!” She said so reassuringly that Kate began to step forward. She crouched down onto one knee as the fairy wrapped her small gloved hands around Kate and gave her a tight hug. “My, my, you feel so thin child. What are these people feeding you? Tsk tsk.” She said disapprovingly.

“So you’re my fairy godmother? Like in the movies?” Kate asked with childlike wonder, staring into the fairy’s eyes.

“Yes, yes! Of course. Every young girl has one. You can call me Bellinda.” She said with a smile on her kind, aged face. “Now, I heard you muttering some nonsense about your frame. I understand it’s causing you some distress. In my opinion you should love yourself no matter how you look, especially a girl as beautiful as you.” Bellinda smiled stroking Kate’s cheek with the back of her palm. Kate smiled back, her cheeks blushing. She stood up from her crouched position. Bellinda followed Kate, her wings flapping effortlessly like those of a hummingbird as she raised two feet in the air to match Kate’s height and just hovered there.

“Now you’re in luck little lady. You see fairies like me that have been around a while have the ability to grant one major wish every month or so. I’m ready, are you?” Bellinda asked.

“Uh, well I-” “Great! Now take that hoodie off, we wouldn’t want to damage it. All you’ll need is a plain white t-shirt and some bottoms you don’t care very much for.” Bellinda said sternly as she began to wave some kind of magic over the end of the wand. Kate stood there for a minute confused before she turned around and walked to her closet and changed.

Two minutes later Kate emerged in a baggy white t-shirt and some running shorts. She stood there in a cute, awkward way with her hands in her pockets waiting for Bellinda’s approval. The Fairy turned her head, “Oh! Perfect! Now come here dear.” Kate walked over to Bellinda. “Stand here in the middle of the room” She said “Yes, perfect.”

Bellinda began to wave her wand in the air, magic glitter and sparkles appearing around the end of the wand as she muttered some nonsense spell.

“Bippity…Boppity….BOOP!!” She yelled as a pink laser blast shot out of the end of the wand, sending Bellinda across the room. The beam shot directly into Kate’s belly before disappearing and encasing Kate in a pink aura that made her feel funny for a moment, like her whole body had fallen asleep, and then the aura faded. Kate stood there in the moonlight, the room filled with silence, looking down at her body for any noticeable changes.

“Nothing happ-” Kate stopped herself. A small muffled sound could be heard, like an inflated balloon slowly letting out air. She looked down as she felt a pressure around her chest. She looked down the collar of her loose shirt and saw her bra slowly begin to push out and rise, obscuring the view of her flat stomach.

“Oh my god.” Kate whispered. She gently placed her hands onto her tits, feeling them press out into her hand. They were filling with air like balloons! She was completely fascinated, feeling her boobs grow bigger, rounder, and perkier. And it was soon visible as her breasts surpassed a B cup, pressing out against the white fabric. She was amazed, watching her once small boobs grow bigger and bigger before her eyes and they showed no sign of stopping. A sudden feeling of arousal washed over her.

That feeling was quickly overridden by a new sensation. She felt the same pressure as before only around her backside. She tried to look over her shoulder left and right but couldn’t. She jogged over to the standing mirror, her new still-growing tits bouncing with each step. She turned to the side and arched her right leg. What she saw she couldn’t believe. Her once loose running shorts seemed to be shrinking in size. The loose cuffs began to ride up her thighs as they thickened and plumped up along with her butt. Her ass began to grow fatter and fatter, filling out the backside of the shorts. She spun around, seeing her perky bubble butt continue to grow along with her new thunder thighs. She was being flooded with this feeling of arousal. She’d never been turned on by her own body, and now she finally could.

Her ballooning tits had stretched and lifted the white t-shirt to the point that it looked like a white crop top displaying her entire stomach. Her shorts were now practically panties, completely wedged between her ass cheeks. The erotic feeling was intense. She had been completely bomb shelled and bimbo-ified. The waves of pleasure ran over her again, as she moaned and quivered. She had to act on this urge immediately. She closed her eyes and absent-mindedly crawled into bed entirely powered by pleasure. Under the covers she began to rip off her ruined clothing and appreciate her new ass.

“I’ll leave you alone for this part dear.” Chuckled Bellinda as she fluttered out the window, it closing behind her leaving a trail of purple glitter tinkling to the ground.

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Sexual Tension

Genre: Fluff/Suggestive


Characters: Jungkook/reader(female)

Words: 1223

Warnings: Swearing and a little suggestive

A/n: 1,2,10,50, jungkook x y/n (boyxgirl) enemies to lovers, fuckboy!au Oh for the request I just sent about fuckboy!au jungkook could it be fluff? Thanks!

1. “you look…whoa”

2. “is that my shirt?”

10. “you look cute when you’re angry” 

50. “you weren’t saying that last night”

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You’re a Nerd

Pairing: George x Reader

  • I’ve noticed that you write a lot of Fred imagines so I was wondering if you could do one with George. I don’t really care what, just something cute with him being overprotective 😊 thanks!!
  • George needs more love :(( I LOVE FRED TOO BUT GEORGE IS BAE. By the way, LOVE YOUR WORK! Makes me giddy inside hehehe

A/N: I didn’t realise how much I wrote about Fred until I went through my Masterlist! Also, I really wanted to write an Imagine talking about why on earth do these kids keep complaining about their homework?? You are at a magic school with magic classes and magic, if only they knew how much we wished we could go there instead!
Squicks: None

You woke up to the whole room spinning, your head pounding as the light from outside filled the girl’s dormitory. You let out a groan of disgust, your throat dry and your nose as stuffed as ever.

“Common cold, nothing too severe,” Madam Pomfrey declared. It was Tuesday morning and you were currently missing out on your favourite class, Transfiguration, which started about 20 minutes ago. “Here, take this and you should be feeling better in no time,” the small woman said, handing you a little cup filled with deep purple liquid. “I bet you wished you could’ve gotten out of class with that one!”

“No way, Madam Pomfrey,” you said truthfully once you had downed the thick medicine, “That’s why I came here, I was hoping to head off to class now actually,”

Madam Pomfrey looked at you with a quizzical expression, not sure if she entirely believed that a student was actually looking forward to going to class,

“Well alright… Off you go then,” she said, nodding her head to the door.


You walked into McGonagall’s classroom as she had her back turned to the door, writing quickly on the blackboard. She turned around to see who was going to be interrupting her lesson, not expecting a student to be arriving so late.

“Oh, Y/n…” she started, putting her chalk down on her desk, “You do realise that you’re more than half an hour late?”

“Sorry Professor McGonagall,” you apologise, “I was seeing Madam Pomfrey”.

McGonagall let out a sigh, “alright, talk to me after class”.


The bell rung throughout the castle, allowing everyone to get up out of their seats and pack up their things. Not for you though. You stayed where you were, watching everyone try to fit through the doorway at once, desperate to get out of class.

You had never been told to stay back before, and even though you knew you weren’t in trouble, you still didn’t like the feeling. Academic wise, you were up there with the likes of Hermione Granger. You may not know all the answers as well as she does, but you were always passionate about the topics you were learning.

You weren’t the only one staying back, however. Fred and George Weasley had also been told to stay back, this time for having set off a small explosion of some sort. Whatever it was, it had apparently ended up with one hundred tiny rubber balls bouncing rapidly around the classroom.

“I’ll deal with you two in a minute,” McGonagall warned, causing them to break away from their conversation, unfazed by the fact that they were being kept back, again.

“Now, Y/n,” she started, “You said you were up in the hospital wing, is that correct?”

“Yes, I woke up with a cold and she gave me something to cure it, so I came to class as soon as I could,” you replied.

McGonagall looked at you for a bit and gave a small smile, “Not many students would be willing to come back to class once they’ve been given an excuse to get out of it, isn’t that right boys?” she said looking over at the twins who were back to talking again, this comment however shutting them up.

“Yeah, I don’t get that, Professor,” you replied, McGonagall giving you a look as if asking you to continue.

“Well, we’re at a school that practices magic, I don’t get why anyone would not want to come to classes,” you say as if it were obvious, “Our assignments are about turning hedgehogs into pincushions, and how to summon objects, and making antidotes and poisons, how could anyone not find that interesting?”

You hear one of the twins scoff from the seat beside you, but you weren’t done yet.

“I don’t know… as a Muggle, magic is only a thing you hear about in stories, with fairies and superheroes and all that, and it all sounds so amazing and wonderful, but that’s all they are; stories… and just when you’re getting to the age where you’re starting to understand that those things aren’t real, you get a letter telling you that it is all real, and I just can’t understand how people can complain about having homework about magic!”

While the smile on McGonagall’s face was warm and proud of how passionate you were about school, you didn’t even want to look at Fred and George, who were sure to be thinking about how much of a teacher’s pet you were. Almost everyone else in this school thought that anyway…

“Alright Y/n, I’ll let you off on this one,” McGonagall said, placing a hand on your shoulder, “as for you two…”


“Hey, wait up!” you hear someone call out after you.

You turn around to see George Weasley weaving in and out of people in the crowded passageway outside of the Grand Hall to catch up with you.

“McGonagall finally let you out, I see?” you smile,

George chuckled, “Yeah, I think we’re growing on her… Hey, listen, about everything you said before—“

“Oh, don’t even say it, I’m a huge nerd for being so obsessed with classes, I know,” you laugh, but you were being truthful in thinking that that’s what George and his brother thought of you.

“Actually, no, it makes a whole lot of sense,” George admits, to your surprise, “We’ve always had magic so we don’t really take note of how cool it really is, so it actually makes sense that you’d want to come to class and stuff, since it’s so different from not having it your whole life,”

“Wow, I didn’t expect you to see it that way at all,” you laugh with surprise and amazement,

“Well, Fred probably doesn’t see it the exact same way, but I get it. You’re special, you know that? I wouldn’t mind getting to know you better, if you can fit me in anywhere with that busy homework schedule you must have,”

You return his same cheeky grin that he was giving you, “I think I could move some things around for you, George Weasley,”

“Excellent, I’ll be seeing you around then, yeah?” he says with a wink, walking into the Great Hall, leaving you standing there dumbfounded. Who would’ve thought that George Weasley would fall for a nerd like you.

anonymous asked:

A continuation of No Answers, perhaps? *gleeful*

“What are they going to do to you?” Obi-Wan frowned, staring at the gathered mob with the queen behind him, the young lady hands clasped together as her slippers slowly sunk into the wet mud and chilled her feet.

“Pain.” She offered simply, smiling ever so slightly.

“Pain, that’s vague. You understand I can’t allow that.” Obi-Wan’s frown deepened. “I’m not going to hand you over to them so they can torture you.” He shifted, lifting his saber a bit higher as he cursed himself for failing to negotiate.

“This is the way to appease them, pain.” She shrugged, purple eyes flickering over the Jedi’s form.

“It has to be your pain?” He grunted.

“Royal pain at the least. I am willing.” She shrugged.

“…Does the royal have to be from this planet?” Obi-Wan questioned quietly. “Or would an abandoned prince turned warrior and spiritualist be enough for them?” He turned to her, settling his lightsaber on his belt.

She stared at him, her purple eyes wide before softening into a sad expression.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Obi-Wan had a terrible weight in his chest as the woman smiled gently at him, reaching out with a delicate hand that she placed on his cheek.

“I’m just wondering how someone can love so much and yet lose everything they have ever fought for. I’m wondering how a soul remains so bright and so pure, when everything it has is torn from its grasp in the moment it seems so secure… I’m wondering how you remain the Jedi knight you are… when you’re enclosed in darkness trying to swallow all your light whole.” She offered, eyes moist. “Breaking apart at the seams you hide, stitching yourself in the dark when no one else is looking… oh you poor, brave little boy.”

Obi-Wan struggled against the thickness that was his tongue, wanted to deny it, wanted to tell her he was just fine. That she calling him a boy when she was so much younger then him was laughable.

But her cold fingertips on his skin seemed to silence him along with the glistening tears in her eyes.

“The day your soul breaks open, the day your heart ruptures, I do not wish to be there, for it will be a terrible moment.”

“Are you reading my aura my ladyship?” He tried to laugh, the sound came out hollow.

“Yes.” She smiled sadly, her eyes full of infinite wisdom.

“…What do you read in it?”

Her purple eyes flickered over his face slowly. “…Infinite sadness, inexhaustible loneliness and the verging of darkness.”

The first did not bother him, Obi-Wan had not expected a happy life as a Jedi but loneliness…

“An old man all alone in a sandy hut, far from what is familiar to him, gray and aged before his time as he watches the burning suns as the protector of one. The last self given task.” She whispered, these words meant only for Obi-Wan.

“Your highness…”

“Yes, they will accept your pain.” She sighed quietly and let her remove her purple cloak, a sign of her royal status.

Carefully Obi-Wan slid out of his own and took hers, smiling gently. “A Jedi’s life was never meant to be happy.” He whispered and then threw her cloak around his shoulders.


“…You let them torture you?” Mace sat back in his chair, staring at the young knight standing in front of them.

Unperturbed, Obi-Wan nodded. “It was the best solution to a none violent end to the entire civil war. Royal pain.” His lips twitched, a hollow smile. “I was impressed by the level of creativity they used though.”

The council exchanged looks.

“Knight Kenobi… you came back covered in wounds, both internal and external. You spent close to sixteen days in a bacta tank with healers fixing the worst of your internal bleeding.” Plo murmured, his voice terribly kind as he leaned forward, claws tapping together slowly. “We are Jedi, we sacrifice, but this is…”

“We give our lives for peace, justice and the Republic. What is a few days of torture?” Obi-Wan tried to quip.

His response was glowering from various member and pity from others.

No, no Obi-Wan did not want pity, he did not NEED pity.

“I am not broken.” He whispered.

“That… is up to a mind healer to decide.” Shaak offered quietly, leaning forward too. “Because effective from this moment, you are suspended from active roster until a mind healer clears you fit for duty again.”

Obi-Wan felt himself lose words, like evaporated water as he stared at the council members in his immediate line of sight.

And then his shoulders slumped as he bowed, silently agreeing to the council’s decree.

“Start tomorrow you will, alternative work in the temple you will be assigned.” Yoda added, his voice gentle. “The Creche always in need of able bodies are.”

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
   While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
           Only this and nothing more.”

   Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
   Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow
   From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
           Nameless here for evermore.

   And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
   So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
   “’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door—
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;—
           This it is and nothing more.”

   Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
“Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
   But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
   And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I opened wide the door;—
           Darkness there and nothing more.

   Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
   But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
   And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?”
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”—
           Merely this and nothing more.

   Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
   “Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice;
     Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore—
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;—
           ’Tis the wind and nothing more!”

   Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;
   Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
   But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door—
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door—
           Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore—
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”
           Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

   Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore;
   For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
   Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door—
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
           With such name as “Nevermore.”

   But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
   Nothing farther then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered—
   Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have flown before—
On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.”
           Then the bird said “Nevermore.”

   Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
“Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store
   Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
   Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore—
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
           Of ‘Never—nevermore’.”

   But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
   Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
   Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore—
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
           Meant in croaking “Nevermore.”

   This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core;
   This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
   On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er,
But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er,
           She shall press, ah, nevermore!

   Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
   “Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee
   Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore;
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!”
           Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

   “Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!—
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
   Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—
   On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—
Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!”
           Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

   “Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore—
   Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
   It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.”
           Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

   “Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting—
“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
   Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
   Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”
           Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

   And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
   And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
   And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
           Shall be lifted—nevermore!

anonymous asked:

Hey, I'm sorry youre feeling crappy :( I hope you feel better asap! Maybe when youre well (or now if itd help you feel better)& have the time (I know school keeps you busy) could you write some jeddy w/ teddy comforting james after a fight w his dad?

Teddy stood for what felt like a long while staring at the outside of James’ door.

He was perfectly eye level with what looked like numerous black streaks left by the miniature fire crackers that Zonko’s sold. If he looked down at his hand, which was holding the door knob, he could see on the wood the soft scaring of what looked like a young James trying to spello-tape his door shut. Teddy sighed, thinking that was probably what James was wishing he could do right now. Teddy hit his knuckles on the frame softly.

When no response came he turned the door handle gently, opening it a crack, “James?”

“Go aw- oh.”

James’ eyes, which had had fire in them a second ago, softened and he turned away, sinking onto the edge of his bed with his back towards Teddy.

“’s just me… Can I come in?”


Teddy stepped over a few piles of forgotten clothes. He threw a sock off the bed to sit down next to James who looked about just as rumpled as his room did. He had soft, purple circles under his eyes and his hair looked like he had just rolled out of a deep sleep. He look soft- and in Teddy’s opinion bloody gorgeous- but sad.

Teddy trailed his fingers a long James’ wrist for a moment, waiting for him to talk first, before pressing his fingers into the spaces between James’. They both watched their hands as they fit together, perfectly.

“I shouldn’t have yelled.”

Teddy shrugged one shoulder, “I think you had a little right to yell. So you aren’t on the Quidditch team? Who cares?”

He does.”

“Well, he shouldn’t have reacted like that.”

James let out a soft growl from the back of his throat, his anger boiling up again, “He’s always comparing me to people. ‘m not as smart as Albus, Lily’s gonna be a bloody seeker in her first year, we all know that. Rose is bloody brilliant, Victoire’s going to be an amazing healer, and you-“

Teddy’s heart jumped in surprise. He hadn’t expected his name to be mentioned.

James looked at him, eyes sad and slightly lost, “Even you he compares me to..” James sighed, looking down again, “You can do anything.”

Teddy laughed a little in disbelief, “Are you joking?”

James shot him a pained look.

“James, he doesn’t compare you to me. I’m not even a part of this family. Not really, at least.”

“Yes, you are!” James protested.

“What, so I’m dating my brother?”

“Wh- well- I-“

Teddy raised his eyebrow.

James groaned, falling sideways against Teddy, head on his shoulder, “No…”

Teddy picked up their hands and pressed a kiss to James’ fingers.

“I just-“ James bit his lip, “I just wish he could- stop. Just not compare me to anyone. I mean, I’m not them. I’m just.. not. You know?”

“Well, personally, I prefer you that way.”

James laughed a little and Teddy politely ignored the way it sounded a little watery.

Teddy tilted his head slightly so it rested atop of James, “Really James. You don’t have to worry about that. Sure, maybe Quidditch is something he wanted you to do but he’s got a daughter for that.”

James’ voice came out quiet, “Then what’s he got me for?”

“I like to believe you were put on this earth for the sole reason of only because whoever’s up there realized that Teddy Lupin needed a James Potter but…”

James snorted, turning his head into Teddy’s neck, “You are such a sap.”

Teddy grinned, “Sorry.”

He felt James press a soft kiss to the skin of his neck, “Love you, y’know that?”

Teddy squeezed James’ hand, “Yeah, I know that. I love you too, you know that?”

“Mhm..” James sighed and pressed one more kiss to Teddy’s cheek, “‘m gonna go talk to him.”

“Okay. James,” Teddy caught his wrist before he got too far away and James looked back at him.

“You’re here for whatever you want to be here for.”

James smiled softly at him, “I know.”

Teddy watched the door a few moments, then leaned back on James’ bed, waiting for him to return.

Through the Well

A quick inukag one shot I wrote during school last week that I’m finally posting about Kagome being worried about not being able to go through the well again to see her other family in her time. Post-canon. @dreamer-of-the-wandering-suns @keichanz @mmhinman @pink-sango

Inuyasha noticed a change in Kagome a few weeks after her three year isolation from the feudal era. The difference was subtle at first with the way she would stare off into space until he snapped his clawed fingers in front of her face to bring her back to reality. Other times her usual chatter would cease all together without warning. But worst was when her beautiful brown eyes glazed over with such sadness, an expression he had seen all too often during their hunt for Naraku. The hanyou hated seeing his wife so despondent and was afraid that he was the reason, no matter how many times she assured him that he had done nothing wrong, that it was her choice.

The sun rolled up lazily in the sky, alerting everyone that is was lunch time. Inuyasha sat down cross legged in their hut while Kagome finished preparing their food. If only they could eat some nice, warm Ramen noodles. That was one of the very few things he enjoyed about her strange world.

“Here you go, Inuyasha,” the miko said in an uncharacteristically soft voice when she handed him a bowl of soup she had made and that was the last straw.

“Kagome, what’s wrong? Did I do something stupid?” When she opened her mouth to deny him he scowled, setting his bowl of food down on the floor in front of him. “And don’t try and tell me nothing’s wrong. I ain’t stupid.”

He folded his arms across his chest into his robe but although his posture was tough, his golden eyes were swimming with concern over his wife. The black haired woman let out a defeated sigh, her facade crumbling. “I’m not upset with you, Inuyasha. I…I just have been missing my family on the other side lately, that’s all.” She turned her head away from him, fixing her gaze on anything but him. “I just keep wondering how everyone is doing. How is Souta liking middle school? Has he made any new friends? How are his grades? I’m sure they are better than mine ever were,” she ended with a sad chuckle but a smile was warming onto her face as she spoke more of her family, not that Inuyasha wasn’t her family, he was the most vital part of her family. She had no idea how she would be able to survive without him.

“And Mom, I wonder how she is? I hope she isn’t working too hard now that I’m not around to help her out. And Grandpa I wonder how he is too, and even Buyo.” The smile then began to fade, and her husband could not stand that look at all. She wasn’t allowed to be sad, not when he was around. So that meant that it was his job to bring the light back into her eyes.

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Hey! Have something Moddy is working on outside her prompts lol!

“I’m just wondering how someone can love so much and yet lose everything they have ever fought for. I’m wondering how a soul remains so bright and so pure, when everything it has is torn from its grasp in the moment it seems so secure… I’m wondering how you remain the Jedi knight you are… when you’re enclosed in darkness trying to swallow all your light whole.” She offered, eyes moist. “Breaking apart at the seams you hide, stitching yourself in the dark when no one else is looking… oh you poor, brave little boy.”

Obi-Wan struggled against the thickness that was his tongue, wanted to deny it, wanted to tell her he was just fine. That she calling him a boy when she was so much younger then him was laughable.

But her cold fingertips on his skin seemed to silence him along with the glistening tears in her eyes.

“The day your soul breaks open, the day your heart ruptures, I do not wish to be there, for it will be a terrible moment.”

“Are you reading my aura my ladyship?” He tried to laugh, the sound came out hollow.

“Yes.” She smiled sadly, her eyes full of infinite wisdom.

“…What do you read in it?”

Her purple eyes flickered over his face slowly. “…Infinite sadness, inexhaustible loneliness and the verging of darkness.”

Dragon Tales // Zhong Chenle


the prompt: can I please have a nct Chenle fantasy scenario You can pick the au. au i used: A hoard of mini-dragons invaded my backyard tree-house and they insist on annoying you, my neighbor, by snapping at your outdoor gargoyle, I’m so sorry.

words: 1601

category: fluff + modern!fantasy

author note: my sister told me to name it this lol. this isn’t too romantic obviously since Chenle is an actual baby. still, please enjoy!

- destinee

Originally posted by nctinfo

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anonymous asked:

Hi hi, I was wondering with the adoption brother AU, what if you added on the Galra!Kieth to that? How would Shiro be affected knowing his own family had actual bloodline connections to the enemy that tortured him for years?

I actually had something like that in my drafts! Basically it was something like lil Shiro on his way with his fam to adopt Keith and he was under the assumption that his new brother was going to be an actual “alien” because apparently Keith literally came outta nowhere. he was disappointed to find that his lil brother was in fact not purple or green thus calling him ugly

Later though when Galra Keith became a thing he was shook for a while and then starts laughing hysterically and says something like “i can’t believe my brother’s a fucking alien furry” and he was alright with it because 1) thats his brother that he loves to hell and back and 2) his childhood wish came true

{Yuri on Ice Mermaid!Au - MerMay Submission} Make a little sea


‘Ello lovely readers,

I know it’s a bit late but this is my submission for MerMay, but really I’ve just been looking for an excuse to write and post a YOI Mermaid!AU because why not?

Anyway, onto the story, I hope you all enjoy and please review!

The first time his parents take him ice skating he marvels at the fact he doesn’t grow fins. He is so shocked that the water - frozen as it is - doesn’t do anything that he doesn’t care to pay attention to the girl he was about to collide with. They both go down hard, sprawling across the ice and setting his glasses askew - his grandma had insisted upon getting them, saying that his vision will always be worse outside the water.  

She is loud and hyper - the first thing he notices without being able to properly see - to the point he can’t keep up with her babbling as she hefts herself off the ice like their fall was nothing.

 “-I haven’t seen you here before,” her voice goes on, cheerful even as Yuuri feels the bruises form on himself, more than certain that she has gained some purple blotches as well. “What’s your name? I’m Yuuko!”

 “Yuuri,” his voice came small and less over-taking than hers. The second thing he notices is her beaming, teeth-filled, eye-closing smile.

A year older and two more than Yuuri on the ice gives her a grace he wishes his stubby limbs could have outside the water. She becomes his friend - declares it herself as she helps him rebalance on wobbly blades.

It becomes a day of many firsts.


Two years later his grandmother dies, taken by the foaming waves.

She was the only one in his family that shared his ‘gift’. The one that taught him how to swim, and all the rules about being part merperson. Like how often to shift, or that just because you can eat fish easier when you transform doesn’t mean you should. Like the fact that other kids don’t grow fins when submerged, that Yuuri was different and he shouldn’t despair.

She was the only one who didn’t give him worrying looks when, at the age of three, his tail replaced his legs during bath time. She had smiled, a knowing twinkle in her eye that was filled with equal parts glee.

It takes a month for his parents to coax him back into the water. Not because he fears he too will be swallowed whole by its gaping vastness, but because it is not the same alone. He hates swimming alone.

It takes Yuuko another week to convince him to skate again. (A week and several long rants about how they will never be able to impress Viktor if they don’t practice).


Viktor Nikiforov.

Yuuri fills his room with posters of the man, a star brighter than any he has ever seen. Something to connect with Yuuko over, turns drastically into Yuuri’s own fantasy of sharing the ice with Viktor one day. Of sharing with this beautiful man the closest he can get to water without shifting - something precious.

One day, he tells his parents, one day he’s going to meet Viktor and give him a bouquet of blue roses.

His parents smile those indulgent smiles that always trick kids into believing they trust in the achievement of their wishes. They say, “Of course, Yuuri.”

And when he begs them for a poodle, “Viktor has a poodle!” They indulge him. Allow their child with dreams too big for his fins and stars in his eyes to reach for heights that no one thinks he can grasp. (Or perhaps the ‘no one’ is just Yuuri). Watch as he practices relentlessly each day, feet bleeding, body bruised and legs aching from lack of shift. Look on, and smile, and support, and tell Yuuri that they believe he can achieve whatever he puts his mind to. That everyone gets stage fright. That his anxiety will wane with more time in front of a crowd.

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Dragon Dreams... (bad name...I’m aware lol)

Imagine Aegon the Conqueror wanting to marry you, the daughter to Torrhen Stark, after seeing how taken his dragon Balerion is with you.

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“You are thinking of her again,” the fire crackled in the hearth as King Aegon sat staring into the flames. It had bene near half a year since the King of Westeros, save the Dornish, had knelt to the Targaryens and their dragons and just as long since the warrior and conquering King had had a single night where he didn’t dream of the Northern beauty, Y/n of House Stark.

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I know a lot of people are really excited for black paladin Keith, and perhaps blue paladin Allura and red paladin Lance. But honestly? I’m really not. This is exactly what happened in the original series;

One of the paladins gets captured (Sven) and Allura has to fill in for them. She ends up piloting the blue lion. Lance continues to pilot the red lion (in a blue suit) and Keith continues to pilot the black lion (in a red suit). Lotor starts harassing them instead of Zarkon himself. 

I loved the old show as a kid, but I don’t want to watch the same story again! I know that they make references to the old show in vld and I got excited when they did. I just wish Dreamworks didn’t copy the old show just to make a plot twist.

Idk why it bothers me so much, but it does. It’s making me dislike Keith, and I really don’t want to dislike him. 

Also, can we talk about how convenient the lions’ semi-sentient-ness is? If they can move on their own literally any old time like when the red lion came to rescue Keith, what? THREE times? Why didn’t the black lion save Shiro from the purple lizards? (I know, I know, foreshadowing) Why do the lions even need pilots?? I wouldn’t mind all this if they explained it more in-depth. 

It’s fine if you want black paladin Keith, I’m not gonna get mad about it, I just wanted to share my opinion. 

Strangers Ch.2, Sunflower

Both empresses sat in a field of flowers, wearing their casual clothes, and weaving their fingers together. The sky above burned in an array of pastels and each exhaled in unison as the blue transitioned to purple and became pink.

“Thanks for coming to visit me.”

“Of course, Pink.” Blue leaned over to kiss her, and the peace around them resumed. “I would do anything for you.”

They had been sitting there quite a while, crushing several of the blooms beneath them. Sometimes a breeze might pass through. The sky would darken by a few degrees, but they remained where they sat, with Blue regarding Pink and Pink regarding the canvas around them that they, too, were a part of.

Pink’s profile possessed a pleasing shape. Blue traced the plumpness of her lips and the slope of her nose several times in her mind, always getting caught in her thick lashes and the stars raining from her wide eyes like a shower of light.

“Isn’t this planet cool?” Her voice came out around a mild gasp and she held Blue’s hand a little harder. “Everything is always changing colors, or changing shapes, or getting bigger or smaller. Even the rocks and the dirt change over time…”

Blue took a moment to reply, as the sun sank further beneath the blanket of the horizon and the colors transitioned to deep purple. “It is interesting,” she said and leaned closer to the other Diamond.

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Passionné De Parfum

kyungsoo x reader


word count ; 952

anon said: Can I pls request for a kyungsoo scenario fluff where his s/o has a cute obsession with perfumes so kyungsoo buys her diff perfumes from diff countries whenever he’s on tour? Thank you!!!

authors note: I hope you like this!! As soon as I read the request I started swooning.

Originally posted by jennsoo-hope

Another world concert. Yes, you loved seeing Kyungsoo do what he loved but you also craved his affection whilst he was away. But that didn’t stop you two from communicating.

You were getting ready to go out with friends, as you were putting on makeup your phone had scared you with the loud ringtone. Reading the caller ID you instantly smiled and answered. You both waved into the cameras. 

“Wow,” Kyungsoo says breathlessly at the sudden beauty that is you. “You look gorgeous.” You blushed and replied with a thank you. “Where are you going? I never gave you permission to look that stunning without me by your side.” Kyungsoo teased as you both let out a cheeky laugh.

“I’m going out with some friends tonight, it’s ___’s birthday today so she wanted to go out somewhere.” You reply as you finish the last few touches of your makeup. You stand up to show Kyungsoo your outfit. 

He was completely breathless. He thought of himself to be the luckiest man walking the earth. You were in every way perfect in his eyes, and he wouldn’t change anything about you. “You look absolutely perfect jagi. I really wish I could see you right now.”

You smiled at him and hung your head, “now you know how I feel when I see fan taken photos of you at concerts.” You tease him. “What perfume should I wear Soo?” You ask as you bring your phone to show him your vast collection of perfumes.

“You have so many,” Kyungsoo exclaims in awe. “Wear the one I got you when we went to Japan.” 

“I bought so many when we went to Japan though Soo.” You reply embarrassed that you are such an enthusiast when it came to perfumes. 

“Uh, that one with the purple top and yellow ribbon! The one I bought you when we went to Osaka.” 

It took you a while to figure out which one he was talking about but it finally clicked. “Oh! The one that smells like daisies!” Kyungsoo nods and a smile grows onto his face.

You set the phone aside and you look through the collection, slowly you pull out the perfume container only for it to be empty. You frown into the phone and Kyungsoo gives a worried face, “what happened?”

“There’s no more, Soo”

“Use another one, you have plenty.”

“But I wanted to use the one you bought me.”

“I’ll try to buy you another one okay?”

“But didn’t you already go to Japan?”

“I’m going back don’t worry okay?” 

“No it’s okay don’t worry about it.” You then hear people knocking on the door and your name being shouted. “Soo I gotta go, I’ll text you when I get back okay?”

“Okay, be safe.”

You both bid your goodbyes and you go out into the world once you finished putting on a random perfume.


“Are you sure you don’t need help with those bags Kyungsoo?” Chanyeol asks the smaller male as they get to the company building.

Kyungsoo shakes his head and smiles, “no I’m good but thanks for the offer.”

He had arrived back in Korea and was excited to see you. He was anticipating your reaction seeing him and the gifts he had bought you. He quickly went to the apartment that you had lived in and unlocked the door. “Jagiya?” He called out, making sure you weren’t home.

And as expected there was no reply, he quickly went into your room and placed all the bags on your bed. He took a note and wrote on it placing it in one of the many bags.

>> hey soo sorry I’m not home right now! I needed to cover a shift for my friend. I’m going home right now. I’ll see you in a bit, i missed you! 

<< ah it’s okay, my plane was delayed and I just got here so you don’t need to rush.

>> omg really? im so sorry soo ): do you want me to go pick you up?

<< no it’s okay, Xiumin is giving us rides, I’ll see you in a bit xoxo

Quickly, he put his phone on silent and hid behind the couch. He knew you’d be home in just a few seconds since you happened to work not that far from where you lived.

You had walked in and threw your sweater and purse on the couch Kyungsoo was hiding behind. Taking a water bottle you open your bedroom door and a loud gasp was heard. “Oh my god, what is this?” You spoke to yourself as you looked through all the bags. Various perfumes from various brands are what filled the bags. Opening the note you read his familiar handwriting.

I could’t find the perfume I got you last time from Osaka, but I made up for it by buying you so many, now you won’t run out of the perfumes that I buy for you anymore. I love you jagi. I missed you too (:

You look back once you hear his voice through the doorway, “I couldn’t help not buying you perfumes since you love them so much.” 

A smile was wide across your face and Kyungsoo was so proud that he was the reason for that smile. He engulfed you in a hug. “Plus you’re running out on almost all of the perfumes you have in there.”

You smile and push away from the hug, playfully you hit his arm. “Thank you so much, Soo. You really didn’t have to.” You reply and embrace him in a hug again.

“You don’t have to thank me. I did it because you mean a lot to me jagi.”