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Otp Prompt #26

A and B are lounging around their house on a Sunday morning. A is sipping their morning coffee/tea and B is on their phone. Out of no where B starts giggling. “What are you laughing at?” A asks, leaning over to look at B’s phone. “Nothing!” B says, defensively pulling their phone away. A and B end up wrestling on the couch over the phone.

“B, let me see.”

“No thanks!”


“It’s nothing A, I swear.”

“Give me the phone!!”

A ends up getting ahold of B’s phone and looks at what’s on it. Uncomfortably they look up at B and say:

“Are…are you reading Warrior Cats fan fiction?”

cryptidsanonymous  asked:

I just read everything in your gods and monsters series and wow I am in awe. I am absolutely blown away by your writing it's beautiful the Icarus one had me staring at a wall for ten minutes afterwards absorbing what I'd just read. anywhoozle, I love everything you've written and not to rush or pressure you or anything but I was wondering if perhaps we could get more of the greek mythology stories?

a continuation of this

Caeneus has only ever had two loves in his life.

First is the sea. He’s loved her his whole life, heard her siren song from the time he had long curly hair and still tolerated being put in dresses and called a girl. He loves the sea like his parents go to temple, in an unmovable and inexplicable way that he no longer questions.

Second is Poseidon. Foolish, but so achingly kind. He’s a man who professes his wish to master the sea without ever really understanding it, and Caeneus smiles and kisses the stress lines from his brow but does not worry.

The sea has never loved him back, and it never will. She is power and coldness and loss, and her beauty is in her tragedy. Poseidon is warmth and thoughtfulness and strong hands on his hips. He is nothing like the sea, and he will never rule it.

Caeneus knows this, and he’s relieved by it. Poseidon loves him back. Poseidon is not the sea.

Then he wakes up to his lover’s lips on his neck, cold enough that flinches away from the sensation, and for a terrifying moment he doesn’t recognize the person touching him as the man he loves.

“I can do it now,” he whispers, and cool fingers splay against his waist, “I can make you the man you want to be.”

Caeneus wants the body that men usually have, wants people to stop looking at him and seeing a woman. But if Poseidon had asked, he would have told him – Caeneus would choose his lover over a new body, would rather live as he does now than have Poseidon harm himself for his benefit.

But he did not ask, so Caeneus closes his eyes and accepts the gift his lover is so eager to give him.


Amphitrite has never had a heart before.

She was the sea, and what she desired, she took. Men, women – she wanted, and she had, and then she moved on.

But the heart in her chest is softer, warmer. It turns her pearl hued skin pink and makes her swim to the surface to watch the sun set, makes something like empathy stir inside her when before all she had was selfishness.

The heart in her chest is in love, and she thought it was something she could control, something she could stop. It’s not. It will be one day, when she masters this heart in her chest, but not yet. She spends hours following Caeneus as he sails her seas, guides fish into his net and feels her borrowed heart beat that much faster whenever he pears into the ocean and she catches sigh of his gorgeous amber eyes.

So she says to Poseidon, “You spend too much time on the shore for a god of the sea.”

He glances at her, and his eyes are green just like hers, are cold and uncaring just like hers used to be. She wonders what her eyes look like now. “Caeneus is on the shore.”

“Bring him here if you’re so concerned with your mortal,” she says, focusing on weaving shells into her hair and giving the impression that she couldn’t care less what he does with his mortal plaything. “The palace is big enough.”

He stops and turns to her, eyebrow raised. “You do not mind me bringing him here?”

“Do with your mortal as you wish,” she repeats, and stamps down on the trembling joy in her chest, “It’s no concern of mine.”


Caeneus doesn’t know how to love a god of the sea. He knew how to love Poseidon – take him onto the water to watch the sunrise, feed him warm, sweet drinks, and let him curl around him at night and listen to his stories of his siblings, of impossible gods who do impossible things.

But now he sits in a palace under water, with his own room and the freedom to see the other side of the ocean he loves so dearly. There are no sunsets here, no cocoa to barter for, and Poseidon doesn’t tell him stories any more.

Poseidon still loves him. He kisses him and holds his hips when they sleep together and keeps him by his side while he crosses the sea and gains more and more control over this domain that he now commands. Poseidon still loves him, he tells himself when he itches to return to the surface and the home Poseidon build for him, and the life he built for himself.

He didn’t want to be a consort of the king of sea. He just wanted to be Caeneus, a man who loved a man and was loved in return, a man who loved the sea even though it would never love him back.

The sea will never love him back. He’s known that since he was a child, so the real question is – how much of the Poseidon he knew is left, and how much of him the depths of the ocean?


There’s a hurricane that requires her husband’s attention, and even he is not so foolish as to bring his lover to a place as dangerous as that. Which means it’s the perfect time for her to run into him in the interior gardens, as he stares up through the iridescent seaweed to the rays of sunlight that just manage to penetrate the water. “Do you miss it?” she asks him, and he startles, swinging around to face her and stumbling away.

“My lady!” he says, and falls to his knees before her, bowing his head. It’s what she expects of all mortals, but not from him, never from him. The heart in her chest loves him, and if it’s not her heart, well – the rest of her doesn’t know the difference. “A thousand apologies.”

“You are welcome here,” she says, and smiles. She’s never smiled quite like this before, she’s never felt quite like this before, fond and fluttery and so painfully eager that it would be embarrassing if she ever dared articulate it. It’s a wonder Poseidon managed to get anything done at all if this is what he had in his chest.

He looks up, hesitant, and she holds out her hand. He takes it, and she pulls him to his feet, pulls him closer until they’re nearly touching and he’s forced to look up into her eyes or be stuck staring at her chin. He’s warmer than her, she can feel the heat pouring off him in waves, and she wants him to hold her in his arms so she can languish against him like she would a sun-warmed rock.

Before she had a heart, she took who and what she wanted, when she wanted it.

Now she has a heart, and she takes his hands in both of hers and says, “Would you like to visit the surface? I can take you, and bring you back before my husband returns.”

He’s hesitant because he’s afraid of her. Caeneus will never love her, because although she holds the heart he loves she is not the person the heart belongs to. Not that he knows any of that, not that anyone will ever know the details of her and Poseidon’s arrangement. But she doesn’t want Caeneus to be afraid of her. She wants him to smile at her like she is a sunrise. “Yes, please,” he decides on finally.

She stands and watches as he walks through his home, as he touches the hearth and looks longingly at the bed, as he stands in the small cottage that he clearly prefers over her palace, over all the riches and adoration that comes with being consort to the sea.

Caeneus is a simple man, whose heart loves with a simple love.

He is a man whose heart loves someone who now has no heart, and Amphitrite can’t bring herself to tell him. She’s the one who took it away, and she won’t give it back.

She likes having a heart, and one day she will need to return it, but not now, not yet, not for a long time.


Caeneus lies besides Poseidon, curled up so his head rests on the god’s outflung arm and he can watch his chest rise and fall as he sleeps. There are bruises on Caeneus’s hips and down his chest, bite marks on his shoulder and up his neck. It’s not the first time his lover has been rough with him, and he doesn’t mind, like that Poseidon doesn’t touch him like he’s afraid he’ll break, likes that whenever he’s rough he’s careful enough with his strength not to ever cross the line from bruising to breaking.

It’s different than it used to be. It’s been different for a long time, ever since Poseidon somehow convinced the Lady to hand over her title as monarch, to share her power with him for no reason that Caeneus can see. It’s not love between them, because the sea does not love. But she got something out of it, something valuable enough to bargain away part of her power, and as soon as she did the man Caeneus loves ceased to exist.

He slides out of bed and angrily rubs at his eyes. He can’t do this anymore, can’t sleep and live with this man who has his lover’s face and memories and nothing else.

He knows this palace well, and everyone else knowns him too. The servants don’t question him, only offer shallow bows before hurrying on his way. He’s a fisherman who lives on the outskirts of society. He’s not any sort of person that people were meant to bow to. He stands in front of an ornate set of carved doors, the beautiful shimmering inside of a muscle shell of impossible size. Two guards stand at each door, but neither move to stop him as he pushes it open and slips inside.

“Lady?” he whispers. Large, bioluminescent carvings flare to life all across the room, bathing them in soft golden-green light. Amphitrite pulls herself out of bed, green hair loose around her and the rest of her on display, pale and flawless, as perfect an example of a beautiful woman as Caeneus has ever seen, and he averts his gaze. “Lady!”

“So modest,” she teases, and when he glances over she’s in a simple white robe and pulling her hair up behind her. She looks vulnerable like this, almost like his mother did when she would rouse him and his father from sleep in the darkness of early morning so they could catch the fish while they were still sleeping. “What’s going on Caeneus? I thought my husband had exclusive rights to your nights,” she winks, and he forces a smile.

He walks over to her, takes her hands in his because he knows she likes how warm he runs compared to her, and her smile slips off her face. “Please,” he whispers, “Poseidon is different than he once was, and I want to know why. Please.”


She shouldn’t tell him, but the heart in her chest loves him, and she loves him too, thinks she would even without Poseidon’s heart influencing her.

So she tells him, and when he starts crying she brushes away his tears and he doesn’t stop her. “He’ll never love you like he once did,” she tells him, “It’s not that he doesn’t want to, he just can’t.”

“The sea doesn’t love you back,” he says, because he knows, because he’s a skilled sailor, because he’s one of the people who has worshipped her his whole life without ever expecting anything back, because that’s what an ocean gives back – nothing at all. “Can – can I give you my heart?”

She stares. “Excuse me?”

“Let me give you my heart,” he pleads, “so that I may hold Poseidon’s in my chest. You can have mine, I know I’m only a mortal–”

“You’re all mortal to me,” she says, because a hundred years, a thousand, ten thousand, what does it matter – she and Gaia were around long before gods and humans, and they’ll be around long after them. “If I give you Poseidon’s heart, you will become a god.”

He pales and flinches away from her. He’s not in this for power, this was never about power to him. It was always about love. “Lady, I’m not trying to – I don’t want that.”

“If you become a god,” she continues, because she loves him and that means she wants him to be happy, even at her own expense, “you will be alive when the time comes for me to reclaim my title of monarch. One day I will take back my heart from Poseidon, will reclaim the cold, black thing in his chest as my own, and when I do he will no longer be master of the sea. When I do, you can give him back his heart, and he will love you as he loved you before, as he will always love you.”

Caeneus has a hand over his chest and there’s so much hope shining in his eyes that it’s almost painful to look at. “Please, Lady. Please. I love him, let me carry his heart, let me have him back once you are done. I will wait.”

“It will be a long time,” she answers honestly, “Empires will rise and fall before I’m willing to give this up, before Poseidon will be willing to give up his power over the sea.”

“I will wait,” Caeneus repeats, “I love him. If you have my heart, maybe you will grow to love him too. If you have my heart, you will protect him, you will keep him safe.”

Amphitrite loves Caeneus, and Caeneus loves Poseidon, and Poseidon is incapable of loving anyone at all. “Very well,” she whispers, because a heart is a heart, and just like Poseidon she’s unable to deny Caeneus anything.

She breaks open her chest and takes out the warm, beating heart of Poseidon. She slits open Caeneus’s chest for him, and holds him upright while struggles to take out his heart and clumsily places in into her chest. She heals over instantly, and nestles Poseidon’s heart in Caeneus’s ribcage. He too heals over, and his eyes flash with power as the heart settles inside of him.

Caeneus becomes so much more than a mortal man in that moment.

This heart doesn’t feel too different, she still loves Caeneus because she’s capable of loving and he is worthy of it. “Go,” she says, “Say your goodbyes, and leave. If you stay, he’ll just continue hurting you, and in a few thousand years he’ll hate himself for it. Leave now, and spare both of you that pain.”

He leans forward and cups her face in his hands, kissing her on each cheek. “Thank you,” he breathes, and then he’s gone.


Caeneus can feel the power of a god flowing into him, but he doesn’t care about that, the only reason he’s glad he’s a god now is so he’ll live long enough to get Poseidon back, to get the Poseidon who loves him back.

He goes back to where Poseidon is sleeping, and takes a long, careful look. It will be a long time before he sees this man again. He kisses him on the lips, softly and carefully, the way Poseidon first kissed him when he thought he was sleeping.

Then he leaves, stepping outside the palace and using his newly gained powers to bring himself to the shore.


Poseidon is furious, bur Amphitrite won’t budge, says only that Caeneus left. He throws a temper, and half the palace is lost in the aftermath, but she does not care.

She doesn’t tell him that she no longer carries his heart. It doesn’t matter. Caeneus’s heart beats in her chest, and she sits on her throne amongst the rubble and does nothing more than sigh at the way he threatens to tear the world apart looking for his lover. It will pass. The depth and coldness of the sea is unable to sustain such fits of wild passion.

Years pass. Rumors reach them of a sea god, one who is known for rescuing sailors and fisherman from storms, one who they say used to be a mortal fisherman himself.

They call him Glaucus, and say that he swallowed a magical herb to become a god.

She smiles when she hears these rumors, and thankfully Poseidon has long given up trying to get her to explain herself. The rumors are only half right, but she likes hearing them none the less.

It comforts her to hear that Caeneus is well.

gods and monster series, part xiii

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tonight i realized how much i love you
watching you there,
seeing you smile.
tonight i remembered the past,
it’s been awhile now but my feelings have only grown.
i can’t talk about these emotions,
but i think about them all the time.
oh, what a wonderful memory,
when i was yours and you were mine.
—  i am so in love with you,
it’s okay that you don’t feel the same.
as long as you’re in my life, i’ll be okay.
but i can’t help but keep hope.
maybe one day.

so, it’s great and all that disney decided to finally let will & elizabeth reunite BUT obviously there are things in canon at this point that i take great issue with, so this post was pretty much inevitable.

  • elizabeth does not stay on that godforsaken island while will is away. the fact that they’ve chosen that narrative, or a narrative at least close to it, irritates me to no end. she’s the bloody pirate king, not some housewife. this literally DEFEATS the purpose of her character and her story arc. the whole idea was freedom from her cage. she thrives as a pirate. why would you take all of that away from her and reduce her to being a woman that had a child and lived romantically alone for twenty years?? 
  • will turner would never expect elizabeth to wait for him. will turner would never expect elizabeth to wait for him. WILL TURNER WOULD NEVER EXPECT ELIZABETH TO WAIT FOR HIM. he would never want elizabeth to be alone and / or unhappy. regardless of how much he loves her and she loves him, that would be such a selfish expectation to put on her shoulders, especially given that he’s immortal and she isn’t. eventually, he’s going to have to live without her anyways. he would want her to move on and find happiness, even if it would kill him not to be able to be there and provide it for her. and even if elizabeth did move on, she would always return every ten years with henry to meet will and spend the day with him.
  • the fact of the matter is that elizabeth wouldn’t even be accepted into civilized society again. she was at the head of the pirates’ war against the east india company with a warrant hanging over her head. just because cutler beckett is dead doesn’t mean that all of that would just go away. she would have wanted posters out there for her, same as jack does. 
  • speaking of jack, elizabeth would literally TALK ABOUT HIM ALL THE TIME. because those adventures, while dangerous and devastating at times, are a HUGE part of her life and her history. they helped to shape her into the woman she is today. what possible reason would she have for not telling henry about all of that? she has no shame in being a pirate, or being involved with pirates. henry would know all about jack, he would know all about barbossa, he would know all about the things that the lot of them accomplished and experienced together. ( and in fact, the line “like the tales of you and captain jack sparrow” actually irks the hell out of me because it more or less erases elizabeth from that narrative as well but wHATEVER )
  • plus i still firmly believe that both jack and barbossa would keep in contact with elizabeth because despite everything, she and jack are still friends, and barbossa is still a mentor to her, albeit an unofficial one, and you don’t just dROP PEOPLE LIKE THAT, especially knowing what she’s been through and how her story was left like???? c’MON
  • it bugs me, too, that henry is even slightly involved with the navy, regardless of his reasoning, like how absolutely dangerous. if anyone found out his parentage, he’d be in way more trouble than he ends up being in, my god.
  • elizabeth remains a pirate, and continues her duties as pirate king. she doesn’t wear dresses. she would be INVOLVED if there was a notorious pirate hunter, dead or alive, who was tormenting pirates all over, and would definitely know if jack was one of the ones threatened by him. the fact that she’s been sidelined makes me SO ANGRY, even more so now, knowing that keira DID come back. she could easily have been included more. in some respects, i’m glad she wasn’t because they’d just ruin her character, but at the same time, HER CHARACTER IS RUINED JUST THE SAME
  • tl;dr i’m salty and elizabeth swann deserves better.

Bambam on the streets.

Kay, does this look familiar? Hmm?


anonymous asked:

this is for talia since you're new admin: your favorite smut fics (as dirty or semi fluffy as you like) it's basically a right of passage that you have to make a favorite smut list so cough it up :P

whooo boi ya girl likes filthy af smut, pls get the holy water ready :)

use me, abuse me by cocksluts [jikook, E, 5k] this. the dirty talk in this. godbless cocksluts she gives me reason to love smut

Color? by pornographicpenguin [minjoon, E, 18k] wow, I love bdsm

Principle of Behaviour by rix [taegiguk, E, 12k] I have read this so many times and I’m still not tired 

Waiting by cryinghobi [jikook, E, 6k] Ah yes, I love it when jungk cries.

My Violent Valentine by Humansunshine [Yoonseok, E, 1.4k] this is…yeah this is a good one.

put your hand upon my neck and feel the pulse (its like a trigger getting ready to shoot) by ireallydontknowok [vmin, E, 1k] power bottom tae and slapping wow i l o v e vmin

let them see you (camboy!au) by sweetlyblue [yoonseok, E, 14k] this is probably the softest but I love it heh

yeah, these are some of my faves!! tbh I have lots more but im v picky about smut and all of these are well written and gr8 so pls enjoy :*

Fuck! BOOM! Auch.
  • Series: Overwatch
  • Pairing: Boombox (Junkrat x  Lúcio)
  • Chapters: 10/10
  • Words: 19.270
  • Subject: Soon after you are born, on the palm of your right hand a text will appear, a tattoo if you want to call it that way. That will be the first sentence your soulmate will tell you upon meeting you.
  • Check it also on AO3 + 2 bonus oneshots

It’s here! Finally finished the Soulmate AU! Ten chapters of… probably too much Junkrat’s point of view… you are warned for the stream of thoughts, now enjoy.

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{{july 4th, 2017}} // 1/100 days of productivity

I decided to start the 100 days of productivity challenge today on 4th of July (happy birthday America!) and I decided to just organize and clean my room. I organized my desk (please tell me if you recognize from which book series half of my pictures/quotes are from!!) and I watered my succulents as well! I’m also studying for the PSAT so I have some review books + some classics to read.

anonymous asked:

Okay, number one, you're freaking amazing. All your writing is just, AHHH I LOVE IT SO MUCH AND I LOVE YOU AND JUST YES. You keep me going. Hard week? I read your smut. I love it. Anyway, idk if sleepover is still going, but could you do headcanons with Remus where you're like, "Fuck everyone." And he just says, "How about you just fuck me instead?" And you grab his hand and pull him out of the great hall into his dorm and just... I'll leave the rest up to you.

Wow, thank you very much! xx

  • So you’d just be in a very pissy mood and you’d just mutter under your breath, “Fuck this.”
  • And Remus, in a surprisingly smooth way, leans in and whispers, “Why not fuck me instead?”
  • And you both just end up a blushing mess, but you grab his hand and head back to the doors.
  • As soon as the door is closed, you two are tearing each other’s clothes off and leaving them in heaps on the floor. 
  • And this has been a long time coming, so the chemistry between you two is just through the roof. 
  • And it’s clumsy and passionate and oh so wonderful. 
  • And by the end you’re just collapsed on the bed, wrapped in each other, and it’s sweet and perfect and everything you’d ever dreamed. 

anonymous asked:

I don't know if you're still taking Prompts, but can we have more sibling Pink and Blue Dragon shifters, with vampire white and yellow? Um maybe with some blue and pink in dragon form cuddling their tiny vampire mates?

Wow you guys have a lot of love for this series, I’m getting a ton of request for it. :D 

TW: Violence and Blood, so proceed carefully if that bothers you and you read it. 

Sorry for any typos, it’s late and I hate proof-reading. 

Yellow had always adored camping, especially in the days of the later 18th century. Being able to live freely without worry of humans discovering their secret was exhilarating.

Which is why Yellow found herself sprinting at inhuman speeds through the remote forest, nestled high in the mountains- away from prying human eyes.

White laughed as she vaulted herself high into the redwoods, jumping from tree to tree with all the grace of a acrobat.

Yellow took a breath before launching towards her best friend.

They collided in a series of screeches and laughs, crashing into a tree midair and falling to the ground.

They fake wrestled for a moment or two, before sharing a look and returning to the run.

The sunlight trickled down through the cracks of the branches above them, warming their cold skin.

Yellow was reminded of how warm Blue felt when pressed against her, the fire that burned within her ensuring she never went cold.

White had once told her Pink’s warmth was much the same, reminding her of when they were still human and had to huddle by their tiny makeshift fires- pressed together to hold as much heat to them as they could.

White shouted and pointed ahead, towards a break in the treeline in front of them.

Within seconds, they broke out of the forest and ran into a good-sized clearing.

It was a beautiful place, with a crystal clear lake spot in the middle of the opening. Small groves of tall trees dotted the edges of the lake, and Yellow followed as White approached the water line.

They chose a opening between two groups of trees to make camp, and White set down the large bag on her back before surveying the area.

A slight smell lingered in the air, something that had Yellow slightly on edge.

But she pushed the thought to the back of her head, it was probably just nerves.

After all, today was the day Blue and Pink had agreed to finally let them see their dragon forms.

Ever since that lunch four months ago, the two couples had been practically sewn at the hip.

Yellow was positive Blue was the one for her, and from the way White talked of Pink- she was sure her best friend was in the same boat.

The vampire stretched, letting out a content sigh at the crack of her neck and back, gave one more look around the clearing, before helping her friend pitch the tents and clear out the area that would serve as their camp for the next few days.

Pink and Blue would fly out to meet them soon, Yellow thought. The two shifters just had to finish up work for the day and make sure someone would be available to watch their property while they were gone.

White hummed to herself as they finished setting up the tents, and Yellow playfully joined along once she recognized the beat.

The two of them eventually broke out in song, laughing like idiots once their singing came to an end, before the two of them collapsed onto the large blanket they had brought and laid back down.

For a few minutes they were quiet, basking in the sun like a couple of cats, and Yellow was fairly aware that they might have fallen asleep in a short while.

But then the uneasy feeling returned to the clearing, and Yellow swore as a shiver ran down her spine.

She sat up quickly looking around the area for the source of the unpleasant feeling.

White caught her attention when the pale-haired vampire suddenly jumped to her feet, eyes locked behind her as panic crossed her face.

With as much ease as throwing a ball, she lifted Yellow up and tossed her to the side as something flew past her, barely missing her head.

It crashed into White’s chest with an insane amount of force, and her best friend let out an agonizing scream as she was thrown back nearly thirty feet, only stopping when her body crashed into a tree.

Yellow ran to her with inhuman speed, gasping with shock when she realized White was stuck against the tree.

A large metallic spike passing through the right side of her chest, near her shoulder.

Yellow felt a pang of relief when she realized it had missed her heart.

White coughed and blood splattered across her chin. It was still fresh from when they picked it up from their supplier earlier in the day, and Yellow felt pure hatred when she heard the whistling sound of another spike being launched at them.

She spun around and smacked it away with the back of her hand, snarling like a wild animal when more flew in her direction, and she repeated her previous actions- blocking each and every one of them.

Finally the barrage stopped, and she focused stubbornly at the treeline, watching with narrowed eyes as a group of humans walked calmly out of the forest stopping a few dozen meters away from her position.

White’s voice was deathly quiet as she murmured, “Hunters.”

Yellow raised her head in acknowledgement. For centuries, this tiny group of humans had dedicated their lives to hunting down any form of supernatural creatures. The two vampires had plenty run ins with them in the past, but that had been over a hundred years ago.

She had no idea they were still out there.

Yellow counted twelve of them dressed in black combat suits and ski masks, all armed to the teeth with various instruments capable of putting a vampire through a slow painful death.

But she was damned if she’d let that happen.

The apparent leader stepped forward, “I thought I’d be able to get both of you with that one spike.” Her voice was loud and obnoxious, with a cruel undertone, “But I’d happily kill you both slowly as well. You vampires are an abomination that needs to be cleansed of this earth.” Her eyes narrowed hatefully through the only mask opening, “I’ll send you both back to hell.”

Yellow distantly heard the sound of wings, from her guess she’d say they were two minutes away.

She had to stall for time.

White let out a pained groan when her legs gave out underneath her. Yellow would pull the spike out if she thought she could do it fast, but since she was surrounded- she’d have to hold her ground until Blue and Pink arrived.

And make sure not one of the damned hunters got anywhere near White.

“The only ones burning in hell today will be you,” Yellow sneered and took a defensive stance.

The leader inclined their head, “I’m going to enjoy this.”

Several of the hunters, probably newbies, made the mistake of charging her.

And Yellow viciously took advantage of their stupidity. Within seconds, they were lying on the ground dead- two were missing a head, while the others their legs.

She didn’t have time for clean deaths, and their were still several hunters left.

Her opponents pulled large bazookas off their backs, and Yellow mentally cursed when she saw they were modified to hold the spikes they’d shot at them earlier.

The first three were easy to block, but it was only when White yelled out in alarm that Yellow realized one had sneaked around behind her.

The spike impaled her through her lower ribs, thankfully missing her heart.

But the damage was severe, and her legs gave out as pain racked through her body.

She fell to her knees in front of White, still determined to prevent them from hurting her.

The sound of large wings were ringing in her ears now, the hunters too preoccupied with surrounding them to notice. Yellow couldn’t see them in the sky, so she guessed they were flying low to the tree-tops, no doubt they could hear the commotion.

With a grunt she pulled the spike out of her, pain blurring her vision, and when she came to her senses the leader was standing directly in front of them.

She could practically hear the smirk in her voice, “Any last words?”

Two large flying dragons suddenly appeared in Yellow’s range of vision, moving fast but relatively silently. They were locked onto their position.

Yellow smirked up at their assailant, and White managed a pained laugh when she saw their shifters approaching, “I would look behind you.”

Simultaneously, two massive roars broke through the clearing, and the last thing Yellow could remember was the terrified screams of the hunters as two magnificent dragons descended upon them.

She collapsed against the ground, the pain overriding her mind- leaving everything to go black as her body forced her to rest.


The first thing she felt was the familiar sensation of White’s arms wrapped around her, much as she’d do back when they were trapped in that horrible orphanage.

The second thing she recognized, was the feeling of warmth washing over her, as if she was sitting in front of a roaring fireplace while reading her favorite book.

Then she remembered the clearing, the hunters, and being attacked.

With a sharp shriek Yellow shot up, pain flaring in lower ribs when she aggravated the newly healed wound.

White ran her hands through her hair, calming Yellow as only her best friend could.

And suddenly she realized that she was safe.

Two large reptilian forms were curled around them tightly, blankets and pillows scattered around them for comfort. When the dragons realized Yellow was up, they lifted their heads and looked at her.

Pink’s eyes greeted her own, complementing the dragons’ magenta color.

But what really captivated her was the icy white-blue eyes she turned to next, which were very striking when compared to the deep blue of her shifter’s scales.

A shudder traveled the length of their bodies, and both Yellow and White watched with wide-transfixed eyes as they shifted down into human forms.

They were both wearing simple tank tops and shorts, and together the sisters fussed over the two vampires.

“Are you alright?” Blue pulled Yellow to her, “Does anything hurt? We called your blood supplier over if you need any. They dropped off a few bags for you, said it would help you heal.”

“I’m alright,” Yellow gazed into Blue’s eyes, her heart fluttering sadly when she saw tears filling them. “There’s no need to cry.”

“They could have killed you two. We could hardly get White apart from that tree, the spike pinned her there and narrowly missed her heart. Then you were just laying there- not moving at all.” Blue’s voice was low with sorrow, “I thought I lost you.”

“It’d take more than that to kill me. My body just needed to heal,” Yellow explained. “I guess my mind unconsciously thought it was safe enough to knock out with you two there to protect us.”

“Always,” Pink said from next to them. She had pulled White into her lap, nuzzling her neck. “We’d never let anyone hurt you two. Those hunters, we wiped them off the face of this earth. No one threatens my mate, or my sister’s.”

White playfully cocked an eyebrow at her girlfriend, “Mate?”

“Well duh, that ass is mine.”

Blue smacked her sister upside the head, “Language Pink!”

“Sorry sis.”

Yellow looked around, “Is this your living room?”

“Yeah,” Blue sighed. “We had to move the furniture to make room for our shifted forms.We were too worked up to shift down with you two still unconscious.”

“That explains why it looks different,” Yellow leaned back into the pillows, Blue dutifully curling around her. “I still need to heal. I’m probably gonna pass out again.”

White yawned and rubbed at her healing shoulder, which was wrapped with bandages. Pink swatted at her hand, not allowing her to irritate the wound, “Me too. I woke up about 10 minutes before you. We’ve only been sleeping a few hours according to Blue.”

“Three hours, 34 minutes.” Said girl confirmed.

“Yeah,” Yellow joined in on the yawning. “Definitely gonna sleep some more.”

“Go right ahead,” Blue kissed her temple.

Pink gently helped White lay down, adjusting the pillows and blankets for her, before gently kissing her and protectively laying down next to her, “We’ll be right here.”

“You’re safe,” Blue murmured, and Yellow pressed her lips against hers in response. 

anonymous asked:

thank you so much for all the amazing writing!! if you're not too overwhelmed with prompts, could you write something with andreil + protectiveness??

Reading this back, I’m not sure this is quite the protectiveness you were looking for, but hopefully you still enjoy? Like wow did I diverge. Please message if you want a take 2. Also, fun fact: this is based off a true story in that I too thought Ratatouille was a safe and good movie to watch with my four year old nephew. Spoiler alert: it wasn’t and he cried.

Being a witness in the FBI’s trial takes more out of Neil than he anticipated. Hearing every detail and seeing the photos presented to the court leaves his stomach rolling. It leaves fear and dread crawling through his veins and gnawing at his bones. It leaves the itch to run sparking with each beat of his heart. Andrew is always there, though, to quiet the urge. With a look. With a touch. With simple but strong words. 

But when they finally make it back to PSU, Neil still feels off, like he hasn’t quite got his feet righted against the ground. The Foxes are both suffocating and overly cautious at the same time. They don’t leave him alone, and yet they tip-toe around him, talking in hushed tones they don’t think he hears and watching him with concerned eyes they don’t think he sees. Even if it does start to get under his skin after a few days, they’re his family, and really, Neil does appreciate the gesture. So when Dan suggests a movie night, Neil can’t find it in his heart to decline. 

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anonymous asked:

if you're still taking requests, could you draw redtail? i love your art!

I thought Redtail seemed so cool when i first read the series i was like wow…a cat with a red tail…far out. And i loved him entirely based on the dynamic of red tail + murdered.

mywanderlustqueen  asked:

"I posted chapter 6, 7 and 8 all within a week" i've only been here for a couple months maybe so i had no idea about this but omg how??? did you manage that, do you have like a time turner or a TARDIS?? wow. the update every 2-3 weeks schedule you had when i started reading seemed tight enough with the wordcount your chapters have. obviously the earlier ones were shorter (normal length more like lol) but 3 chs a week? omg. i'm glad you're not pressured anymore and can set your own pace

I think they were 8k, 5k and 18k respectively so it wouldn’t be like posting 3 chapters of obs in a week which would hit over 60k! But it was still a crazy amount. I had just started the Christmas holidays as the time so I had more free time but still. When I say I nearly killed myself writing umfb as fast as I did I’m really not joking!

anonymous asked:

I didn't know G. was mistreated due to her pregnancy during the X-Files. Wow, and there's still people stating she shouldn't go against the show that made her famous. (G. looked amazing in the purple dress. The color and cut were perfect)

She’s said many times that she felt like she was going to lose her job because she got pregnant and was made to feel guilty for putting the show in jeopardy. In reality, the myth arc of Scully’s abduction actually elevated the storytelling and I do not think txf would have been as popular without the mythology. the Family Medical Leave Act guarantees everyone 3 months of unpaid leave after the birth of a child, during which your employer cannot fire you. the Pregnancy Discrimination Act prevents employers from firing a woman or discriminating against her because she is pregnant. 

I’m not a lawyer and I don’t know if the entertainment industry has some kind of exemption to these laws, but Gillian should have been protected by them. The fact of the matter was she didn’t feel like she could take advantage of laws meant to protect her is heinous. She may have agreed to come back 10 days after giving birth, but it certainly sounds like she did so under coercion and pressure. So no, I have absolutely no problem with GA calling out txf for being a boys’ club, or for pay inequity, because it’s been a long time coming. 

Lies told by the signs
  • Aries: "I'm not scared"
  • Taurus: ""I have no room for dessert"
  • Gemini: "don't worry I won't tell anyone"
  • Cancer: "I'm not upset" *on the verge of tears*
  • Leo: "no I'm not jealous"
  • Virgo: "oh wow that's so interesting" *has already read a Wikipedia article a year ago about the topic and knows more than you.*
  • Libra: "you're my greatest friend" *said this to 10+ people*
  • Scorpio: "I don't give a fuck"
  • Sagittarius: "nah, nah, it's all legal dw"
  • Capricorn: "I don't know" *they do, they just don't care enough to explain*
  • Aquarius: "sorry" *not sorry*
  • Pisces: "I'm on my way" *still in bed*
Dating an ENTP Female (A Story of Personal Experience)
  • It seems like every person I try to date really likes me, then they run away when they see that my criticalness isn't cute; it's part of who I am. That my ambition really does override pretty much everything else about me. Everyone is like, OMG ENTPs ARE SOOOOOOO SEXY! Except, you see, we always become overwhelming. Always.
  • We're cool, but we come with an apparent warning label. No matter how many times I try to let people know, *this is who I am,* they still want a taste of the cyanide-laced cookies.
  • Potential Suitor: Hey, you're (pick one or all: cool/funny/smart/sexy/interesting/nice)
  • Me: thanks, you're (insert something honest here, probably nice). Wanna get coffee or go to Boston? We'll dance to the Bee Gees the whole way while drinking coconut milk from a pineapple. Or we could just watch Dr. Who when we're not talking about Harry Potter and reading.
  • Potential Suitor: Sure!
  • /few times after seeing me
  • Me: /asks deep, probing questions into their psyche
  • Potential Suitor: oh, uhm, wow, I didn't know you were...
  • Me: /interrupts, asks another probing question, starts talking about the point of life
  • Potential Suitor: That's kinda dark...I just wanna have fun. I don't do philosophy. By the way, why are you so ambitious.
  • Me: /stares them down
  • Potential Suitor: /laughs nervously, doesn't know what to do
  • Me: Senses distress, walks away before I overwhelm them further

justacinnamonroll  asked:

"Not so simple" is the cutest Lin fic I have ever had the pleasure of reading!! Oh my god it was so good, go you!! Every single thing about it was so realistic and perfect!!! I adored it, thanks <3 you're a brilliant writer!!

this is so sweet holy moly you’re amazing THANK YOU FRIEND.

my heart is full i’m melting i’m done for i don’t deserve this I LOVE YOU  WOW <3 <3 <3