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👻 DDADDS - Monster AU 👻

Welcome to Maple Bay!

This is probably definitely something that’s been done before, but what can I say? All Robert’s talk of cryptids made me wanna draw some monster Dads.

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{PART 3} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; Thinking that you’re about to be fired, you start panicking about how you’ll survive with no job. Jungkook still can’t answer the many questions he has about you - and he questions himself in turn.

{Part 1} {Part 2} {Part 3} {Part 4}

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time)

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What if they were being paid to do the anime?

Kind of like actors, but not exactly? Like… they get paid to be cartoon characters? Which would explain why they never feel the need to get jobs, because they’re literally being payed to remain unemployed losers?? 😂

It’s just a fun little idea I was playing around with. :0c I might draw some more later, if I can figure out how to articulate it better… 😅

The red glare of a vacancy sign catches Gabriel’s eye, and he tells Jack they’ll stop there for the night. Water sloshes over black, glistening pavement as he pulls into a parking space. As soon as the car is turned off, heat fades, losing to the chill breathing off the windows from the storm. Rain falls in a steady wash of sound, sluicing over the windshield and dissolving away shape and form outside. The sign that guided them in is a red neon blur. Its light shines in streaks and rivulets, fills the inside of the car, tints their skins. Gabriel turns to look at him, face glazed red, lips parting as he starts to speak, and Jack lunges for him, one hand dragging him close, the other scrabbling frantically for the seat belt release as they kiss. Gabriel’s mouth tastes like the strawberry candies he’s been eating non-stop, the syrupy, synthetic sweetness thick on his tongue, cloyingly, chokingly sweet, leaving Jack parched and clinging to him, deepening the kiss, drinking him down, sucking away the candy coating. He’s tense and jittery, knee bouncing against the seat, heel tapping on the floorboard.

The sign is buzzing. It drills into Jack’s ears, into the roots of his teeth, into the rush of his pulse as he whines and tries to drag Gabriel closer over the console. Gabriel hummmmmmms into the kiss and it’s the sign buzzing and the vibration of the engine and the miles and miles of road they’ve traveled all singing in Jack’s bones and he’s worn weary and flying high, keyed up by the stop, by the sudden deadening of so much minute sensory input that he’d been half-hypnotized and daydreaming about all the nothing that existed outside the isolation of the inside of the car.

It’s a liminal space, their own place in the universe cut out of time and allegiance and duty. It feels like they could be anything, like everything else might only have been a long dream and this is the wakening from it, these candy kisses in a world of darkness streaked with shards of silver and drowning in cherry red light. There might be no SEP out there, no world turned upside down by the Omnic Crisis humanity had only barely survived, no Overwatch waiting for them to return. They could be anybody—strangers thrown together, learning each other by taste and touch; young lovers running off to elope and start a new life; students taking a vacation between terms; heroes worn down to sharp edges and instinct and need.

Gotta be who you are, in the end.

Jack drags a hand up the back of Gabriel’s head, over his skull with its velvet-soft nap of shaved hair where he used to sport a tangle of curls that were so perfect to card fingers through, to grab, to pull. Jack misses Gabriel’s curls. He pushes Gabriel’s head down, kissing the tip of his nose, the bridge, the crease between his eyebrows, his forehead, his hairline, his scalp. He breathes Gabriel in and shivers as  Gabriel shifts, lips ghosting over Jack’s throat, lips parting, slick and warm, tongue lapping across Jack’s skin, mouth latching on to suck over his pulse point and leave another mark that will fade too fast. Gabriel’s marked him again and again over the course of this trip, collaring him with a posy of reds and purples and blues. Jack blossoms beneath the attention. He wants the world to know they belong to each other, wants to bear Gabriel’s mark indelibly on his skin, wants to be the only one who knows that Gabriel tastes like sweet things, like candies or milky coffee or cinnamon and sugar. He wants everything about Gabriel. He offers himself in return.

They aren’t even halfway to where they’re going and Jack suddenly wants that to be everywhere; wants the rain slick roads and the radio stations that fade out between cities and the flickering lights that pass them by at fifty-sixty-seventy miles per hour; wants Gabriel singing along to every song he knows and cajoling Jack into trying and both of them laughing at his stop-start attempts; wants the rumble of the engine and the jostle of potholes; wants the windows down and the wind on his face; wants greasy fast food washed down with tubs of soda, chocolate bars and bags of two-for-three-dollars candy from gas stations; wants new sights and stupid selfies with Gabriel, the warmth of a hand on his shoulder, their bodies pressed close together; wants cheap motel beds and sloppy kisses and lazy sex that goes on and on and on with nothing to make them stop as they coax each other to the edge, to the edge and back again gasping and grinning and needing and taking satisfaction in heated kisses and wandering hands before they’re ready—really ready—to open each other up and fill in all those cracks and gaps and make each other whole. Jack wants eternity to be the highway they’re following through the Midwest, wants to run from all they’ve left behind and turn this road trip into forever. Wants this to be everything.

As long as Gabriel is there, too.

Only if Gabriel is there, too.

tomorrow never happens

Sabo knows he shouldn’t. He really does. He knows it’s a bad idea and entirely unnecessary and probably stupid, but he brushes past the Marines in the doorway just enough to bump into them anyway.

“Beg pardon,” he says, tilting his hat down both as an apology and a distraction, then slips out the door. It shuts behind him and he chuckles, opening the wallet he’d palmed. Huh, rather a lot for a Petty Officer on shore leave, actually-

“Oi, you there.”

He looks up, already disappearing the money into an inside pocket and the wallet into a sleeve. “Hmm?”

And that, right there, is the reason this was a really bad idea. There’s another Marine coming towards him, and this one’s wearing lieutenant’s stripes. “Give that back,” he says, and Sabo takes one moment to blink and decide how he’s going to play this. Well, he is supposed to be laying low, and they are in public, so…

“What?” he asks, furrowing his eyebrows and spreading his empty hands.

“The wallet,” the lieutenant says, stopping right in front of him.

Sabo tries to sidestep because he doesn’t really want his back to the door. “What, my wallet?”

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I've been thinking about what would happen if Sten came back after Trespasser and
  • Arishok/Sten: *walks into the Herald's Rest*
  • Hero of Ferelden: Andraste's holy bosom, I haven't seen you in ages!
  • Hero of Ferelden: Btw-
  • Hero of Ferelden: WTF WAS THAT INVASION FOR I THOUGHT WE WERE COOL
  • Iron Bull: *chokes on his drink*
  • Hero of Ferelden: I oughtta punch you, but I won't
  • Arishok/Sten: Kadan, pls
  • Iron Bull: *accidentally spits drink everywhere*
Halloween Party // An Avengers imagine

“T-minus three hours people!” You called as you ran towards the evening room where you found Pepper instructing decorators in a princess costume. “Where’s Tony and Banner?”
“The lab, what are you supposed to be?” She asked as she put the clip board down and picked up her martini.
“Mother Nature? Duh!” You waved your hands over the hard plastic ivy you had bought at a costume store. She chuckled. “Do you need help up here? I could get Wanda or Pietro up here.”
“No, darling, I’ve got it covered. Um, wait a minute, what do you think you’re doing?” And like that Pepper was done talking to you.
Natasha was standing in the lab with another group of decorators when you arrived. They were setting up palstic aliens in tubs of water, zombies walking down the stairs and skeletons crawling on the lab equipment.
“Tony, I really don’t like this,” you heard Bruce muttering as he watched the men and women work.
“Its for the kids Bruce, it will be okay,” Nat reminded him.
“You guys arent ready yet?” You yelled as you walked in the room.
“We’ve got three hours?”
“Exactly, THREE hours.”
“She’s right, Bruce, Tony go start getting ready, get out of my hair. I’ll go change when they finish up in here. Steve, Bucky and the twins ready yet?”
“No idea, I’m making my way around the tower, have you seen the bathrooms by the reception hall yet? Brilliant, Pepper really should have went into party decorating.”
“Wait til you see Clint’s costume, (Y/N), you’re going to love it. Of course, I have to go help him with his make up before the party. Anyway, go find Steve tell him Pepper wants all of us in the room when the kids show up, Wanda and Vision are down in the kitchen, helping the catering team set up, plus Wanda made a ton of those pinterest recipies, she was up all night.”
You made a mental note to go downstairs and see if Wanda needed someone to sample anything, but first you had to find Steve. You noticed light coming out from under the door to the conference room. You slowly made your way to the door, you heard soft voices coming from behind it.
“She’s young, we don’t know how erratic she can be yet.”
“But you know how excited she is for this party Steve, she has been talking about it since August when we started planning it.”
“I’m just saying, for the safety of the kids, can we really trust her not to go off the deep end.”
“Yes. We can.” A third voice spoke, and you pushed the door open.
“Were- You’re talking about me.”
Steve sighed and rubbed his cheek.
“(Y/N) it’s not anything personal-”
“No you just think I’m a cold blooded killer, I get it.”
“NO, honey, no.” Pepper assured you.
“Steve was just saying he thought you might be a liability. As much as I am. You’re new, you haven’t been allowed around large groups since we found you. If it makes you feel any better, Steve almost wouldn’t let me go.”
“Buck-”
“We can sit in the corner together and behave.”
It was your turn to sigh, you stomped your foot.
“I am older than every one of you here, I am going to this party and you can’t stop me.”
“You’re 16!”
“I’m 175 jerk.”
Bucky laughed. “She’s got you there.”
“Fine you can go, but-”
“Oh thank god, thank you so much. I will be on my best behavior. Nat wants ya’ll in the evening room at six.”
You didn’t wait for them to change their minds before running away to finish your costume.
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Everyone stood waiting for the bell to ring and the children to be let in. Natasha was a ballerina, Steve a base ball player. Thor had a little trouble grasping the concept so he was a prince, and Clint, well, Clint was a clown. Red nose and everything. Bucky was wearing a long cape, a red button up shirt, you approached him cautiously, and before you could ask, he smiled to reveal a pair of plastic vampire teeth. You snorted and covered your mouth.
“I oughtta smack you.”
“But you won’t.”
Wanda rushed in almost late in a flapper costume, her brother was wearing a Flash costume.
“But you get it right?” He kept asking. Thor, Steve and Bucky did not get it.
“What is Vision?” You quietly asked Wanda.
“He’s a butler.”
“Oh my god, why though.”
“Im here!” Another voice shouted and Sharon ran in the room in a blue dress with braided hair.
“Because he used to be Tony’s butler.” Pietro interjected.
“No he didn’t!” Before you could finish, the door was opening and kids were rushing in.
Tony stood up, gave a short speech then lead the of all ages to the evening room where the games and food were all set up. Music was playing, kids were laughing, this was the best possible way to spend your first Halloween.
Steve, Pepper and Natasha watched you playing with the children, going in and out of the photobooth with different little girls and even helping with face painting.
“I told you. I told you this was her element. She never got a chance to grow up, this is exactly what both the kids and she needed,” Pepper assured him.
Finally it was time for trick or treating, every Avenger went to seperate rooms which were decorated to match their costumes.
Your room was a dark forest, dark greens and browns, creepy plants and insects; Natasha’s was an empty ballet studio, broken mirrors, a robotic black widow scampering across the mirror; Steve’s was a baseball field and Bucky’s room had an open coffin and fake bats hanging from the ceiling, a red silk sheet against the backwall made the room glow eerily. Bruce was in the lab, he was a mad scientist. Sharon’s room had piles of white foam snow and snowflakes hanging midair, Wanda’s and Tony’s room looked likea speakeasy, as the latter was supposed to be a gangster. Thor’s adn Pepper’s room was decorated like a castle and a ballroom.
At dinner, the kids were fighting over who you’d sit with, you ended up sitting with kids who were your physical age, which to you seemed so wild. You hadn’t been around someone your own age in decades, and you were worried they would scorn you like in the movies, but the welcomed you with open arms and filled you in on all of the celebrity gossip. A photographer was going around and taking plenty of pictures of each group.
You looked over at Sharon who was surrounded with little girls, a few of them in a matching ice queen costume or a green and yellow dress. This was an experience you wanted to relive over and over again, and your heart was swelling with happiness when you realized that you would get to relive this, and one year, girls will run in costumes that resembled you, much like the boys that came in in Captain America or Iron Man garb, or the girls in the Black Widow uniform.

That Got Away: A Criminal Minds Fan-fiction Part 13

Inspired by: Katy Perry’s “The One That Got Away”

 Bill Withers’ “Aint No Sunshine”

Featuring: Spencer Reid x Reader   Setting: Season 4   Rating: Mature

A/N: This is seriously hard to wrap up guys. I appreciate you all reading this far. Get those tissues ready! Warnings: Slightly public Smut and this is SUPER long. xoxo Stu

I do not own the lyrics, images or characters from the show.

Part 1   Part 10   Part 11  Part 12


This was the face you woke up to; the dewy-eyed relief of Dr. Spencer Reid. You felt like cotton balls had taken over your brain matter, but you were no longer in pain.

“Hi,” You said, sleepily. “What time is it?” You tried to sit up, but your body was so heavy. Spencer reached down and grabbed your right hand, sliding the remote for the bed’s hydraulic unit into your palm. Once you were nearly vertical, you took in the pathetic hospital room you had been granted.

“It’s nearly 6,” Spencer answered. “In the morning.”

“What a day, huh?” You tried to laugh, but your chest was bandaged. You rubbed your chest as the pain dulled, slightly.

“You have some bruising on your sternum, so that is why your chest is tender.” Spencer started to recite your chart. But you interrupted because that line was too good to leave there.

“But Sir-sir, I thought my chest was already tender.” You hummed at your self-amusement; drugs are nice. He rolled his eyes, sticking his tongue in his cheek at your raunchy pun.

“Yes, mon cher, it most definitely is.” Spencer sat down in the metal framed chair beside your bed. His face was serious now. “We have your aunt and Kurt Hansen, the bellhop, in custody.”

“And Michelle?” You asked, voice slightly hitching in alarm.

“She attacked Morgan and Prentiss had to stop her. I’m sorry, Y/N, but she’s dead.” Spencer rubbed along your forearm.

“Oh, good riddance,” You mumbled. You knew you should feel guilty about her death, but it just wasn’t coming to you. Not after all this.

“She was found with the murder weapon, Y/N,” Spencer continued. “It looks like she was the one who killed your dad. Miriam was probably the mastermind, but Michelle was the one.”

You yawned into your left hand, allowing all the information in. The past few days were a fairy tale in the earliest use of the phrase, dripping with viscous monsters and a speckle of unexpected romance. The surrealism of it was hitting you now. “Spencer, will you stay with me? I know I don’t deserve it, but will you be here when I wake up?”

He nodded, his brown eyes drowning in concern. “Of course, of course.” He bent over the railing on the side of your bed and kissed you goodnight. He sat back into his seat, pulling a tattered book from his satchel. You couldn’t read the title, but he did appear to be using an old scratch off as a bookmark. You smiled as the gentle hum of machines and the drips of their drugs whisked you away.


Hey, I oughtta leave young thing alone
But ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone

Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
Only darkness every day

The semester in Greece was a whirlwind. You had never been so possessed by your studies as you were walking the foothills and shoreline paths. The scenery was beyond all of your childhood fantasies. It wasn’t until your third week in Athens that you realized you had missed four phone dates with Spencer. Your stomach pitched as you realized how you would have felt if he had done that to you. How hadn’t you known how long you had been gone? What had you done?

You immediately left the cafe where you and your small group were eating lunch. You found a tourist cart and bought a postcard.  The rushed apology and quick small talk about his holidays were a weak attempt at atonement. It didn’t matter anyway; Spencer had moved and would never receive the letter.

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A Real Taste - Snafu x Reader

@samipapi this is for you I’m sorry it took me so long! But this is for that post about Snaf eating out I’ve been thinking about it non-stop since.

You’re Merriell’s long-time gf & he just got back from the war yesterday so he’s obviously hankerin’ for ya. ~2,000 words and NSFW

*If you’re under 18 do not like/reblog this fic it makes me uncomfortable and I will block you if you do so*

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Happy 78th Birthday to Yaphet Kotto a.k.a Parker from Alien 1979

Born in New York in 1939, Yaphet Frederick Kotto is most well known for his role as Parker in Alien (1979) and Homicide: Life on the Street (1993). His background is quite fascinating; his father was a Cameroonian Jew and his mother was a converted Jew from Panama. Kotto has stated that it made it even harder for him to grow up under such circumstances, but it never stopped him from being a devout Jewish man.

Kotto, in conjunction with Stanton, bring a blue collar working joe feel to the Nostromo in Alien, men who want to do their job and get paid. Kotto heads the engineering wing of the crew and frequently orders Stanton around.

Here’s to Mr. Kotto! “I think we oughtta discuss the bonus situation…”

anonymous asked:

Can we see a design of a Rwby Oc based of Alice in Wonderland Characters?

I woulda drawn the rest of the ideas I had for her team but I really oughtta be doing my uni work :’D

Ninja Warrior (Request)

“so can you please do a spencer reid x reader where the reader is short but she’s (or they if you like to gender neutral) SUPER badass like she can take down a guy super quick. BUT ANYWAYS the team teases her about it a lot and spencer defends her.”

I kinda went off script… You ish an independent person who don’t need no man! *Sassy snap* Be prepared, I can’t write fight scenes, don’t judge the implausibilities of it. XD Watch this be one of my worst fics yet -Ryan

@gnarlytricksbro

@hanny-bananny

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talesoftenebris  asked:

How do you feel about the new Gorrilaz album, Humanz?

I haven’t had a chance to hear it all. Hallelujah Money was concerning at first, not cuz of any political statement, but because it gave too much of a Plastic Beach album vibe. So when Saturnz Barz came out, I’m glad that wasn’t the case and their sound is still evolving somewhat.

Still, I oughtta listen to the whole album before I say anything concrete.

So hey I’m on mobile and I can’t put this 100% tiredness-induced rambling under a read more so sorry for that in advance oops. Anyhow, topic: I still lowkey feel like doing stuff on YouTube could be a fun time?? A couple of my pals maintain channels atm and idk– besides drawing and sleeping, entertaining peeps is among my top 5 fave things so like??? Hm~
((That said, last time I tried to make one it gave me a major anxiety spike but hey maybe after I’m (hopefully) in a steady job outta uni???))
Mostly it’s a case of: I love video editing but I get next to no chances to do any– plus from what I’ve seen, challenge videos etc with friends seem like they’d be super fun to do, and obvs I could always upload speedpaints of my work, but otherwise I wouldn’t really know what to do in terms of vloggier(?) content. (Tfw u enjoy talkin but got no idea of what to talk about.) idk.
In any case it’s fuckin 1.30am and I oughtta crash.

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favourite costumes → Merlin (part one)