im not sure how i feel about the colouring i used on this set

Vanilla #1

Lance was afraid. He was on a ship with two alphas who already had constant disagreements, and that was on a good day.

There was a bottle that stood by Lances sink, empty, long past empty in fact. His suppressants were long past empty. Lance had gone to Coran many times in the past two weeks, asking initially about Alteans and their hierarchy regarding Alphas, Omegas and Betas, to his disappointment Coran hadn’t the slightest idea what these statuses were. Or maybe it was to his relief, nobody to judge him for his pre-determined role. Coran had made a copy of what was on the bottle and spent every spare minute trying to recreate the medication for Lance, in confidence of course. The blue paladin had made a clear point to the old Altean, pushing for him not to tell a soul about the prescription. Coran obliged, in slight reluctancy.

“Good morning Shiro, Hunk.” Lance walked into the kitchen that morning. He dragged his feet over to the table and sat down and Shiro perked his ears in slight confusion, he turned to Lance and tested the air. Lance froze, he knew the day would come when the suppressants would ware off, he was just surprised it was so soon. Internally he counted the days. 5. It had been 5 days since he had downed he last pill and distress washed over him as he realized that that was about right. It takes a week for suppressants to run through your system and at day 5 smells would leak through and behaviours would start returning.

“Good morning Buddy!” Hunk called from the kitchen as he was whipping up supposed breakfast. Shiro sat stiffly and stared at Lance, scanning him up and down. Making the young man uneasy. His omega reflexes were kicking in as he thought back to health class ‘Basic human instinct is fight or flight, Alphas fight, Omegas Flight.’ It was as simple as that, there was an Alpha staring him down and he wanted to run. He wanted to turn heel and book it down the hallway, Shiro would be hot on his tail because at its basic genetic make up, Omegas were prey and Alphas were predators, and Lance knew this.

“Shiro… Shiro you’re staring.” Shiro shook his head and snapped back into the present, his nostrils stopped flaring and his pupils grew bigger, his animalistic intent gone.

“S-Sorry.” He looked down, the proper etiquette to apologize. He looked back to Lance after his formal apology and became interested in the smell again but in a less ‘I want to hunt you and mount you once you’ve been caught’ and more a ‘this is new and interesting’ kind of way. “You just smell…” he inhaled deeply. “Different.” He grabbed Lances collar of his jacket, desperate to get more of the smell into his lungs, it was familiar but foreign, still Lance but… different. “New cologne?” He asked “or beauty product?” Shiro searched for an answer.

“New body wash… why?” Lance was laughing nervously, Shiro a little too close for his liking and he felt a little too trapped to be calm, his hair stood on end. “Like it?” He smirked cautiously.

“Very much.” Shiro hardly acknowledged Lance but was so mesmerized by the scent he only snapped back when hunk set plates down on the table, the clanging made him look at the source of the noise. “O-Oh thank you hunk.” He looked back at the jacket, up at Lance, and realized how stupid he must look, smelling Lances jacket while it was still on him, he dropped it and mustered an apologetic smile. Lance looked at Shiro and saw sweat forming in beads on his forehead, Shiro isn’t a sweater, he only sweats after long training sessions or intense missions. “It looks d-delicious” he mumbled, almost before turning back to his food, as if he were almost saying it about Lance… almost. there was a gulp and Shiro tried to shake it off and picked up a fork to start eating what resembled eggs but were slightly thicker and a gross colour of blue, regardless of the look they tasted delicious.

Hunk looked to Lance and sniffed slightly, much less interested in the new smell due to his Beta status, he tilted his head questioningly and Lance answered before the question was asked. “New Body wash.” He smiled and tugged at his collar, feeling the cloth stick to his skin. Hunk nodded and placed the dish in front of Lance.

“Thanks man.”

“Yeah no problem.” In the next two seconds Keith came flying around the corner and ran into the kitchen, Pidge hot on his heels. They stopped in the middle of the room, breathing heavily and Keith smirked slyly at The green paladin who was glaring daggers, if looks could kill he’d be dead on the floor.

“Fine.“she heaved “you win, you’re faster.” Her hands were on her knees as she tried to catch her breath. Keith; not bent over, but still catching his breath, walked over to the table and found a spot beside Lance. Of course he had to be sat between the two alphas. Of course he did. There was a god and it hated him. Keith froze half way through running his fingers through his hair and turned to Lance, giving the same expression that Shiro had. The difference of the two was the Keith snapped himself from it.

“You smell funny.” He stated, blunt as always.

Lance wrinkled his nose in disgust at the pungent scent that attacked his nose. “Oof and you smell oh so pretty.” His face was the epitome of grotesque displeasure and Keith shoved at Lance lightly, smiling gently. Their relationship had been good lately, not strained, still light teasing but no arguments.

“Just got back from training” he stated, shovelling the imposter egg into his mouth. “Why your smell?”

“New body wash, picked it up at the last marketplace we went to.” He hardly looked up, his suave charisma along with his ability to lie was counted as a blessing in those seconds. Keith grunted in acknowledgment, also keeping focus on his plate, he may have seemed not interested but every instinct made him want to investigate Lance and his odour.

“Smells nice.” He mumbled half-mindedly.

“Gasp! What did I just hear? Was that a genuine compliment from Kogane himself?!” He nudged Keith’s shoulders and the red paladin scowled.

“Yeah don’t expect another one for a long time if you’re gonna react like that.” Lance pulled away, realizing the boundaries and laughed it off.

“To be perfectly honest I’m already surprised when you compliment me.” He turned to ask for the salt-like-liquid he used for seasoning his eggs. He’d been so caught up in his conversation with Keith he hadn’t noticed Shiro had moved closer to him and kept glancing out the side of his eye. Lance caught the look and Shiro instantly looked down as if to apologize again and Lance flicked his head up, a non verbal way of saying the apology wasn’t needed; a common action of an Omega. He froze and Shiro let himself look at Lance, confused. Lance played it off and brushed hair behind his ear, looking back to his food. Hunk and Pidge watching their interactions silently, glancing at each other occasionally for non-verbal opinions, the odd nod in telepathic agreement, or look of confusion. They were so in sync it was scary. By the time Lance had finished his food and went to stand up he was almost shoulder to shoulder. With Shiro and Keith had spread his legs slightly so his knee was touching Lances. As soon as he moved to stand Keith stood with him and looked at Lance attentively. He second guessed himself and gave himself a confused look, Lance doubling it. Almost instantly though Shiro also stood up and took a step towards Keith, his shoulders back and head up. The red paladins confusion melted away to a need for dominance. He was small, and several years younger than Shiro but still opted a challenge, they exchanged low growls, hardly audible. Within seconds they were shoving each other’s shoulders lightly, their growls growing.

“Woah! Woah guys!” Hunk stood up from the other side of the table, reaching a hand as if it’d do something. “What’s with the aggression? Why the sudden dominant neediness??” Hunks voice was concerned, like the mother hen he needed to be.

“I DONT KNOW!” Keith’s voice continued to growl, Shiro not backing down.

“I WANT TO FIGHT YOU AND IM NOT SURE WHY.” Shiro yelled back angrily.

“ME TOO.” Keith stood onto his tippy toes, still not close to Shiro’s height.

“THIS IS WEIRD.” Shiro sounded confused within his anger but his face didn’t betray him.

“WHY ARE WE YELLING.” Keith made another attempt to intimidate Shiro but his voice simply couldn’t hit that baritone that Shiros could.

“I DONT KNOW!” They took a step away and bowed their heads. Shiro gripped his temples and Keith crossing his arms in front of his stomach.

“Ooookay.” Lance turned to walk away and both alphas went to follow him, glancing at each other, almost starting another growling fit. “Hey! Guys I’m just putting my plate in the dish disposal.” He shook his head as their expressions turned to confusion. “What’s gotten into you guys.” He asked a question he knew the answer to. Because you see they were alphas, needy, lonely, dominant alphas. And Lance? Lance was an omega, and at that, he was an omega with no mate.

…to be continued… (S/o to mah boi @legendarylangst along with other people for supporting the idea of the omegaverse fic)
Thighs (Bucky Barnes)

Request: a fic about a reader of color and Bucky? It’s fine if you don’t

Summary: You and Bucky are both dating privately from the rest of the avengers, but the thrill of a secret only excites you into teasing Bucky sexually at every chance you get (this isn’t that long im sorry)

Warning(s): A few ol swears, HOT BUCKY, not quite smut but its NSFW, no smut but its DIRTY, its mostly dirty fluff guys dw i wont hurt anyone today, this is so rushed im sorry 

Requests are OPEN

A/N: Hello all!! I like this request a lot and how it so simple, however I’m sorry to the person who requested this but I’m not gonna label a colour of skin onto the reader !! I understand this may upset you and it might defeat the point of you asking for a fic but whenever I usually describe the skin of the reader in my imagines I would just say (S/C) so it fits the reader! IM SORRY THAT THIS ISN’T THAT LONG I KINDA RUSHED IT AHHH I FELT THE NEED TO POST IT EVEN THOUGH IM NOT HAPPY WITH HOW RUSHED IT IS 

It was a hot yet rainy day in New York and you were dressed in an oversized shirt and some very tight and black shorts which hugged your lower half perfectly. One of the reasons you were dressed like this was because it was very hot outside and humid- the other being because you wanted to tease Bucky.

You and Bucky have been ‘dating’ for around 2 months now and no one in the team knew about you both apart from Natasha and Steve, both who can keep a secret and are quite close to the both of you.  The relationship thus far had been bliss for the both of you and love is a word you’d use to describe how you felt towards Bucky.

You wander into the kitchen, knowing that Bucky would most likely be there for his morning coffee like always. Only today, he was sat with Steve and Sam who were both to his right at the counter. None had yet noticed your presence which made you smirk. Your hair was still rather messy from sleeping all night and your whole attire was casual and comfy.

“Lovely weather we’re having, right boys?” You speak to the three, sarcasm evident in your tone. Eyeing the trio as they turn to greet you. “Classic New York weather, am I right?”

Bucky’s eyes darken as his eyes go to your lower region, eyeing your ass and then your thighs. Oh, Bucky was indeed a thigh man. He adored everything about your thighs and loved to grip them whenever you both would share intimate activities.

“Good morning to you too, (Y/N).” Steve spoke up, sipping from the mug he held in one hand.

Sam smirked a bit, also eyeing your legs and backside. Sam was oblivious to knowing about you and Bucky so he didn’t know that you were a taken woman. If he had knew, he probably wouldn’t be looking at you the way he was now.

“Ah yes, a fine morning we have.” Sam chuckled, stuffing a spoonful of cheerios into his mouth carefully.

Bucky was silent which wasn’t much of a surprise to you. Bucky knew what you were trying to pull and he loved every second that passed.

You gracefully push up on your toes to reach into a higher cabinet which gave Bucky a better look of what you were strutting around. A set of eyes burned at your lower back and you knew it was from Bucky. You’ve felt this type of look before.  

Bucky took a large gulp from his black coffee, his eyes surveying you quietly over the rim of the mug. His eyes particularly lingering over your beautiful freshly shaven legs- to be specific: your thighs. Bucky loved anything that he could just grope and mess with in bed- the thighs being a good thing to grab. Whenever spreading your legs, he loved to hold your inner skin of the thigh and leave soft strokes to watch you tremble beneath him.

“You should dress like that more often, (Y/N). You sure as hell put the moon in the daytime.” Sam let those words roll of the tip of his tongue with a smirk.

You look over your shoulder as you’re up on your toes, seeing Bucky’s jawline tightening and releasing over and over again- as if he was nipping down on his words and protests to what Sam was saying to you. Steve cleared his throat awkwardly, knowing the situation.

“Hm, maybe I should.” You allowed your (E/C) orbs to trail over to Bucky once again before turning around with a little wiggle in your hips.

“Damn.” Sam grinned happily.

This certainly was an interesting start to the day for the three of them,

“So- Sam, how about we do the training now?” Steve offered, standing up and gave a short nod to Bucky to give you both privacy.

“Alright Cap.” Sam smiles and puts his empty bowl into the sink for someone to clean later on, Steve following suit with his mug of half empty tea.

The two walk out, Bucky’s chapped lips growing into a smirk as he settles his cup down onto the marble countertop. You eye him over your shoulder as you grab yourself a mug from the high cabinet and rest down on your heels once again. 

“What was all of that for?” Bucky spoke lowly, gazing at your form head to toe which sent swarms of butterflies to your stomach. “Do you get off for making me like that this early?”

You smiled as you began to boil some water, swaying your hips in your step. “I don’t have a clue of what you’re talking about, Barnes.” Faux innocence coating your tone of voice,  facing away from your boyfriend once again.

“You fucking should.” 

Before you could comprehend what was happening, you felt strong arms wrap around your waist and grip your hips, Bucky’s crotch against your backside and you could practically feel the pulsing of his length through his sweats.

“Did you see the way Sam was staring at you, huh? How do you think it makes me feel that anyone can fucking stare at you without knowing that you are mine and that no other man is allowed to look at you like that..”

The tone of his voice made your knees tremble and buck, looking over your shoulder and up at your lover with a teasing grin.

“Are you jealous, babe?”

Bucky smirked wider and gently grinds against you, making a soft quiet gasp emit from your plump balmed lips.

“Jealous isn’t the word, doll.”

His hands give your thighs a gentle squeeze and a soft kiss to the back of your neck before pulling away, both of you knowing it was too risky to try anything here in the kitchen. You whine at the loss and look back.

“You’ll get more tonight, babygirl.” He hummed with a smirk.

As if perfectly timed, Tony himself walks in as the clock strikes 10am and grabs himself a water bottle from the fridge.

“Morning children.”

You roll your eyes, not responding but sending a wink towards Bucky and you decide not to have coffee that morning. You walk off, swaying your hips with eyes boring into the back of your thighs. 

Bucky licked his lips and could only imagine what would happen later that night.

bubble bath [M]

word count: 1696

genre: smut and fluff

warning: rough sex, bathtub sex

reader x wonho

note: yooooo im back with another smut and its wonho this time!!! i will have to say it is more intense then the previous smut i did for hyungwon so i hope all of you will like it!!!

Originally posted by garisanee

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You came back home after a long day from work, tired and weary. As expected, Wonho who was your husband for 2 years wasn’t back home yet and you wanted to prepare a surprise for him. You then removed your tight dress, leaving behind your bra and panties that is black in colour and also took Wonho’s white buttoned shirt from his closet and wore it, folding up the sleeves up till your elbows. It has been a while since the two of you have became intimate with each other due to work commitments. So, you decided to set up a bath for both him and yourself.

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Pregnant part 2 | Zach Dempsey

Read part 1 here 👉🏽https://issafandom.tumblr.com/post/160276487170/pregnant-zach-dempsey

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The past few months had been draining for you. Between juggling school, pregnancy and hiding it all from your friends and family. You just felt like you had the weight of the world on your shoulders.

Although, some of the weight would soon be lifted. You and Zach had decided to tell your family today, together. You had invited Zach’s mum (Karen) and sister (May) over for dinner, not expecting them to be over the moon and throw you a parade, but, just supportive.

“You are so lucky I love you” Zach teased as he held your hair up and rubbed your back whilst you threw up into the toilet.

“Urm- don’t act like I’ve never done this for you before” you clapped back, flushing the toilet and standing to your feet. You walked over to the sink and began to brush your teeth. Zach stood behind you, his eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

“When?” He inquired

“Bryce’s house and about 2 wine coolers later” you told him “You know you can’t handle your liquor”

”..yeah” Zach snapped, sounding a little irritated “ but that’s because they we’re strawberry”

“Light weight” you sang as you entered your bedroom, him right behind you. Zach had gotten a little clingy since you told him you we’re pregnant, you tried not to pay attention to it, maybe it was just a protective thing. You sat on your bed and unplugged your phone from your charger and began scrolling though Instagram.

Your stomached churned a little so you sat up as you bought you would have to suddenly dash to the bathroom again. The feeling soon passed. False alarm. “I don’t get it” you randomly announce

“Don’t get what?”

I mean, why do they call it morning sickness if it’s all day, every-fucking- day?” You asked, your eyes still glued to the screen of your phone.

“I don’t know babe…Maybe one of these could explain it to you” You looked up and noticed Zach holding a bunch of books in his hands.

“Here” he chucked one to you. The tile read ‘What to expect when your expecting’

“Holy shit babe, you know how much I love to read” you said sarcastically

"Ha. Ha. Ha” Zach fake chucked as he sat besides you. “Look, I know it’s early days but we need all the help we can get”

“I know” you winged, resting your head on his chest, “It just seems like one more book I need to cram into my head?”

"You’ll like it” he assured you “it has pictures and a little colouring in section at the back..”

You giggled as you hit him on his arm playfully “thank you, I love you”

"I love you more” Zach declared You both lingered in each others eyes for a while, prompting Zach to make the first move. He caressed your cheek and pulled you into his lips. He was very dominating, gently forcing you onto your back and before you knew it his body was hovering over yours. Zach’s hands began to roam up and down your leg, gently squeezing your ass as he continued to kiss you.

“Zach?” You murmured, still attached to his lips.

"What?”

You gently pushed him away, causing him to bite down on your bottom lip as you did so.

"You need to slow down, that’s how we ended up in this situation, Remember?”

He grunted “Fine. Whatever” ….

Zach’s mum and sister had arrived a little earlier than expected and offered to help set out the table. You sat in the living room with May, letting her braid your hair as you watched TV. When the table was set you all came together and sat around it. And It was nice to see everyone talking and getting along and acting as a family. Zach then tugged on your arm, snapping you out of your trance to give him your undivided attention.

“Maybe- Maybe we shouldn’t tell them today” Zach whispered to you

"Are you pussy'ing out Zach Dempsey?” You teased

“Im not. It’s just. My mums not in a good mood”

You looked across the table and over to Karen. She had a huge smile plastered across her face and engaging in a convocation with your parents.

“I can tell” he added

You shrugged “she seems happy”

“Don’t be fooled” Zach muttered “She always does. She’s good at that”

"Zach” you warned “Man up, cos we’re telling them. To-day”

He sunk lower in his seat and began to tap his left foot (nervous habit).

"What are you two whispering about?” you mum asks, catching you both off guard.

“Nothing important” you tell her, causing her to just smile blankly at you. An awkward silence fell over the table as everyone began to tuck in again. Maybe this was the perfect opportunity to get it off your chest.

You sat upright “Actually..I, well Zach and I wanted to tell you guys something”

Your mum looked to your dad with concern, then back to you “What is it?”

"I’m pregnant” -was what you said, in your head. With both your parents staring at you, you just couldn’t seem to get the words out. You gently kicked Zach’s ankle as a cry for help.

Zach cleared his throat and everyone’s eyes landed on him “W-well..umm” he stuttered

“Just get to the point already” May huffed

“Well..” Zach begun “Im pregnant, I-I mean, she’s pregnant”

"We’re having a baby” you chimed in, smiling awkwardly.

Everyone around the table went silent.

"That’s not funny guys” Karen said, topping up her glass with some wine.

You and Zach looked to each other then back to them “We wasn’t joking”

"Come on Y/N” your mum scoffed before biting down on a piece of celery “You think I wouldn’t know if you we’re pregnant?” She asked “helloo? I made you ok, I know everything about you”

“Actually, I would be the first to know cos Zach tells me everything” May said proudly as she folded her arms across her chest. You began to feel anxious “…Well no..We didn’t say anything cos we didn’t know how you guys would react”

"But you don’t seem to be reacting at all” you tell them.

“Yeah cos we know it’s just a prank” Then your mum suddenly shot up and begin to adjust her hair as her eyes shifted around the room “Is this going on YouTube?”

"Y/N” your dad called so you turned to face him “How far along are you?” He asked, a serous tone in his voice

You couldn’t believe your dad of all people was the only one taking it seriously.

"I’m about..” you counted along on your fingers “6 weeks”

Karen clapped her hands in excitement “Is he in on the prank?”

"There is no prank mum(!)"Zach stressed- his voice raised a little

"And you waited this long to tell us?” Your dad continued to inquire “As I said, we wasn’t sure how you guys would take it” you told him “I’m sorry dad”

Your dad just nodded, understandingly.

“No. There’s no fucking way our pregnant y/n” Your mum spat as she rose to her feet with an awkward smile on her face.

"And there it is” Zach mumbled under his breath.

“I mean, We’ve told you all there is to know about safe sex and contraception and birth control..” she ranted, looking to your dad for support.

"It just happened” you admitted before lowering your head in shame

“How? Did you poke a hole in the condoms or something?” Karen questioned

"Mum what the fuck?” Zach snapped

Offended, you let out a short breath “Why the hell would I do that?”

"I dunnoe” You watched as she took a huge gulp of wine “You had to trap him in your clutches somehow” she mumbled into the bottom of the glass.

“Excuse me?” Your mum questioned “Why would she want to ‘Trap’ someone like him when she can do so much better?”

"Mum” you warned

“Better?!” Karen yelled “Your daughter’s the one spreading her legs, didn’t you teach her any self respect?”

"Mum!” both Zach and May warned

“I didn’t raise y/n like that, your son probably pressured her into having sex with him” Your mum hissed

They continued to go back and forth for a while. Both these women blaming each other for raising their children wrong. Your dad and May kept quiet as Zach tried to intervene.

“Oh my god, SHUT UP!” You yelled now on the edge of your seat, immediately causing the women to stop “For fuck sake, can’t you guys hear the bullshit your saying to each other right now?!”

Karen and your mother slowly sat back down on their seats. Zach grabbed your shoulder to comfort you.

“Look ladies” Zach begun “We know this is a shitty situation and neither of us expected it to happen, but it is what it is, you just gonna have to deal with it”

"Zach, How are we suppose to deal with something like this?” Karen asks “Our babies are having a baby. That’s a huge fucking deal”

“Yeah, We know. That’s why we need you guys to support us” you say “So..will you?”

You waited a while for someone to answer.

“To be honest y/n..” your mum eventually replied “I am very disappointed”

Your heart sank a little. Hearing your mum say you was disappointed in you had hurt you a lot.

“I don’t want you to get upset but I just- I guess I just had a different plan for you in my head” She honestly admitted “But no matter what, I will always support you”

She picked up the wine bottle and wavered it about “I’m just gonna need a minute to get used to it, that’s all”

you threw her a short smile and she returned one.

"Have anything to say to me?” Zach questioned his mother, everyone’s attention turned to Karen.

“..It’s getting late” Karen announced as she begun to gather her things. Zach shook his head in disbelief “Come May, we’ll meet Zach at home” You felt for Zach and rubbed your thumb over his clenched fists.

"Why don’t we clear these plates?” Your dad suggested to your mum and they the soon exited the room. Zach waited for the door to slam shut before talking.

“Typical”

Originally posted by ithereckless

anonymous asked:

Headcanons of the Rangers first road trip/travel!

Oh shit this is gonna be SO LONG 😂 Send in requests guys! 

  • They use Jason’s Mini van bc Jason is the mother of the group and no one else trusts each other with their car.
  • And Jason packs a shit tone of stuff. Because “you never know what you might need on the road.”
  • Zack shuffling through bags like “Jason do we really need all this crap?”
  • Billy being worried that they’ll forget something so he creates a list of all the essentials and continues to ask his boyfriend (Jason) to check through the bags.
  • Kim telling everyone to have their playlists ready but “if one of you plays some 70s hippy crap I will lose my shit.”
  • “Uh pretty sure it was the 60s Kim…”
  • Kim and Trini snuggling gayly with each other in the back under a blanket and Zack sitting there next to them like “if this is what the whole trips gonna be like I’m gonna need to have 500 pit stops to barf.”
  • Trini punching him for that comment.
  • “You really think Angel Grove can handle us being away this long?!”
  • Jason driving and Billy sitting in the front with the map.
  • Fighting over the aux cord but Billy being like “we could put my music on!” And Jason instantly snatching it off Zack to play his boyfriends music.

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Welcome To Voltron

What goes up must come down
What goes down must come up again.
And what is slowly moving towards you from the distance should be avoided.
It’s getting closer.
Too late to run now.
Too late to do anything now.
Welcome to Voltron.

Mayor Allura has asked me to remind you all that the floating acid spores that will be migrating through town later this week are not to be touched.
We do not wish for a repeat of last years incident of children being carried off to please the spore god in the sky.
The spores are not to be touched and doing so will warrant a visit from the secret police and a reprogramming while you sleep.
However if the spores touch you, then be sure to hop on down to the community radio station for a free t-shirt for you to be sacrificed in.

I am receiving reports that a stranger has come to our quiet desert community.
Who is he?
Where did he come from?
Why is his beautiful hair so perfectly tied back from his strong tanned face by something a simple as an orange headband.
Can this beautiful stranger be trusted?
Or has or doom come in the form of his strong muscular arms?

Old man Coran out by the used car lot has claimed to of seen angles. Of course since the town council has made it illegal to acknowledge the existent of angles he is surly mistaken.
Either way Coran says these beings that may or may not be angles are all seven feet tall made of light and rock and that all of them are named Balmera. Oh and that one of them is black.
He also says that they helped him change the government issued crystal that lights his porch and is now selling the old used crystal that had been touched by an angle.
It was the black angle if that sweetens the deal for anyone.

Pidge my intern is holding up a piece of paper covered in strange unreadable symbols and gesturing wildly in the direction of the fish shaped clock on the wall.
Not sure why since the hands haven’t moved from 13 o'clock for almost two months now ever since the time vortex passed through town destroying our entire concept of time passing…
Does it still pass?
Has time ever really passed?
Or have we simply been decaying in a long endless loop?
Oh I see!
Pidge has now flipped over the paper to show that the meaningless symbols were in fact ancient Altean reminding me that there is a town meeting today at the time the sun is a loverly shade of brown with pink stripes going vertically not horizontally.
As all good Voltron residents know this was not a previously scheduled meeting and not even i the voice of. Voltron know what the meeting will be about.
Perhaps it has something to do with our neighbouring town and long time sporting rivals the Galra.
While I try to figure this out I take you to the weather.:


I’m sitting in the back row of the autotiom of the local high school waiting for the town meeting to begin.
Usually it would take place in the medieval castle surrounded by sentient lions that acts as town hall. However ever since the entire castle began to hover thirty feet up in the air no one has been able to actually return up there to try and figure out what’s going on.
There has been some suggestion of using multiple ladders to reach the polished marble steps by numerous people who are all now in prison awaiting trail as we all know ladders have been illegal in Voltron since the great culling a few years back.
Their trials have been delayed indefiently because the court house is also floating out of reach.
My brother in law Keith Kogane has suggested that the floating is the work of some god and that there are symbols in the sky suggesting this to be true.
Yeah well no ones interested in your dumb conspiracy theories Keith!
Oh listeners the room has gone quiet as Allura has made her way onto the stage, stepping over the beheaded dragon set piece used in the drama clubs production of the life story of the Beatles.
The blood still soaking the stage from the scene where Paul calls upon dark forces to defeat the invading robots is now staining the mayors long white cloak.
She opens her mouth to speak but all that comes out is a low pitched wailing noise that sends shivers down not ones spine but their very soul.
After a few moments she steps aside and well dear listeners I wish I could tell you exactly what happened next but im afraid that soon as I saw the strangers face I felt myself go into some kind of trance as I watched his lips move.
I can’t explain it but… I was sure that in that moment I fell instantly in love.
The stranger introduced himself as Hunk, explaining he was a scientist and was in Voltron because it was the most scientifically interesting town in America.
After the ceremonial gifting of the four dozen chipmunk eggs Hunk the scientist left to go set up his lab in the empty building just across from the inter dimension bowling ally run by Slav.
The inter dimension bowling Ally: just because in this reality you didn’t get a strike doesn’t mean the same a true in every reality.

Exciting news! When I arrived at the radio station this morning I was informed by Pidge that a stray cat has made her home in the men’s bathroom.
Of course I ran straight there wanting to see the cuties and oh I wasn’t discounted.
Let’s see like all cats she was a deep blue colour with metallic plating around her long poisonous spines. Her twelve eyes are a loverly purple colour and seem to be able to stare through solid brick. She was floating about five feet from the ground and unable to move, but she seemed to be able to reach the sinks for water and I had Pidge go out to pick her up some food so rest assured Blue, that’s what we named her will be well looked after.
Hunk just dropped by the station! And I swear I almost died!
He strolled in looking worriedly down at a beeping device in his hands. When he looked up he seemed surprised that their were people going about their daily business.
He told me that he was picking up huge amounts of radiation from this location and that we should evacuate immediately!
Which was silly, the readings were likely just coming from station management and no more deadly then the entity they they come from.
He scratched his head and looked around for a moment before sighing and looking down at me with those big brown eyes of his.
Then! You will never guess what happened!
He pulled out a card and told me to call him if I noticed anything strange!
Call him!
Oh Voltron what a wonderful day!
I got his number without even having to use one of my famous pick up lines on him!
Such as on a scale of one to ten how free are you tonight? The secret police want to know if you feel repressed in anyway and likely to revolt?
But no it wasn’t needed! He just smiled at me and I promised I would call if anything strange happened at all!
I hope something strange could happen in our sleepy little town just so I could call him.
Coming up next a man screaming in French for the next six hours.
Good night Voltron.
Good night.

of written feelings and words with meaning

Summary: Recently, Dan’s become addicted to this writing blog. He’s so addicted to it in fact, that he might as well be in love with it. The writer seems to say exactly how it feels and he finds himself wishing he had someone who was so deeply in love with him to write for him like that. Little does he know that there is already someone doing that and he’s closer than he thought.

Phil, on the other hand, has his own feelings and secrets to keep.

Excerpt:  For he was more than happy to stand at the shore, watching the tide roll than to submerge himself into the water, get whisked away by the waves, and before he knew it, he’d be too lost to find his way back.

Words: 5k+

Genre: Fluff, Angst (??)

A/N: FOUR DAYS. THIS TOOK ME FOUR DAYS. Anyyas, this was a whole lot of fun to write and I guess this is my year-end gift as well as my HOLY SHIT GUYS THANKS FOR 1.4K YA’LL ARE AMAZING GIFT.


“his laugh was a work of magic
filling my lungs with fresh air
he brought colour to a life so tragic
and held a heart with utmost care

yet he was a hero who didn’t know he was one
a knight saving people he couldn’t see
i would gladly give him the sun
even if he wouldn’t know it was me

oh what a cruel god rules my life
i write for a man who doesn’t know
and despite it, i hold unto the knife
cause i’ve planted a seed that has grown

so, i sit back and watch him live
because many say we met through fate
and bit by bit my heart i give
although i won’t get it back, ‘till kingdom come i’ll wait”


Dan’s eyes were focused on the addicting blue of the screen (he could think of a blue that looked much better than that), scrolling mindlessly, occasionally breathing out through his nose as a desperate attempt of a laugh when he came across the poem. With text posts, he’d normally read it then just scroll on. However, this one managed to hold him captive, a whisper of his mind told him to pay it more attention.

And so he did.

The brunet clicked on the poem’s original poster. Immediately, he was greeted by a monochrome theme with the title Words Written with Feeling in Search of a Meaning and he must admit, it took a while for his sleep-deprived mind to understand it.

For hours, Dan read this writer’s words. From what he could gather, the writer was a man and most of what he’s written was so tragically beautiful. His way with words was astonishing. They made you feel as if you were the one who felt his emotions.

Granted, most of his writing was in first person but despite that, the way he described his thoughts danced on the line of vague and descriptive. It was symbolic. His words made you think of their meaning enough to get a grasp on the complications that were his feelings.

Besides, he found it ironic that the blog was monochrome for the words of the writer were so colourful. Iridescent hues lacing between the curves of every letter. Splashes of colour highlighting every word.

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anonymous asked:

I love how you make all the worlds seem so real and functional! I feel like im actually there 0-0 How do you decide what goes where and how it works? I know youve got the description to work off of but itd be nice to hear about your process as well! Have a nice day~ ^^

First of all, thank you for the compliment, it means a lot. 

I strive to make places which are consistent both within the setting of SBURB and with themselves. Fantastical things can appear but they pretty much always have an explanation which aligns with the rules of the game world.

After the break is a fairly detailed spread of stuff that goes on when I am designing a land picture:

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My secret place-Lightwood family x reader

This is a about the 2nd youngest lightwood who feels like they’re being ignored. Its just a bit long. Sorry not sorry. Hope you enjoy.


Ever since I was born i’ve been in someone else’s shadow. Im (Y/N) Lightwood. Im 3 years younger than Alec, 2 years younger than Izzy and Jace and 5 years older than Max. Since im not the youngest Mum and Dad don’t pay me as much attention as Max needs but im also not old enough to make my own decisions or go on solo missions (according to my older siblings anyway.).
Now that Clary, Simon and Magnus are here its worse.

I always loved sketching but im not that good at it (in my/your opinion anyway) and don’t really show it off. One day at the institute we were all sitting in a spare room we (mainly me/you) had converted to a mundane style living room. I was sitting on the floor (there were no seats left) and Clary noticed me drawing and looked over my shoulder to see. “Oh cute! You draw too, let me see.” she said not giving me time to stop her before she had already took my sketch book. She started flicking through and my siblings all looked through it as well.
“Your good for your age.” Clary smiled. She meant it as a compliment but it made me feel small, like a child. I snatched it out her hands muttering a “Thanks”
“Hey why dosent Clary give you lessons (Y/N)?” Jace suggested.
“Yeah totally!” Clary said. I just smiled and nodded before excusing myself to go the bathroom. Instead I went to my secret spot  in the institute.


I was always one upped by someone else. Its so annoying. Anything I like or do someone else does better. I play (Your fav instrument) and Simon’s in a band. I like make up but Magnus is a god at it. Jace, well Jace is quite literality the best shadow hunter of his age, so no matter how good I get at (your fav weapon) he’s the best over all. Since Izzy’s so beautiful I try to style my outfits to live up to my siblings but she’s always jaw dropping with boys fawning over her. And Alec is the leader. Its kind of understandable because he’s the oldest but he’s always painted as the responsible one no matter how sensible I try to be.

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anonymous asked:

Hey there! So, something recently made me disappointed with some fans of mysme. I've seen some fans who attempt to change the settings (mostly to Japan or America). I once met someone who full on gave them English "nicknames" because she didn't want to attempt to pronounce or use their proper names. I don't know if I'm overreacting or anything, but it bothered me. So, can you do random HCs to honour Korean culture? Like going on vacation somewhere in Korea, or celebrating a 100 days anniversary?

A/N: why do people do that wtf?? I mean i know we somewhat change the culture when we write certain requests pertaining to how an mc looks because sometimes the culture doesn’t really look kindly on the appearance but as someone who isn’t korean, i can’t get into the mentality to reject a request like that or anything, ya know?? Because it can be harmful and hurt someone (i keep it in the back of my mind what the actual view is so i dont just…. disregard it, but i do feel terrible for not addressing it) but i’d never completely REJECT the culture and change their names or anything because just what the fuck ~Admin 404

ALSO IM NOT KOREAN SO I HAD TO RESEARCH A L O T FOR THIS REQUEST BUT STILL COULDN’T WRITE MUCH- AND I MEAN I RESEARCHED REALLY HARD BECAUSE IM A NERD AND ENJOY LEARNING ABOUT OTHER CULTURES BUT IF SOMETHING IS WRONG PLEASE LEMME KNOW

I’m sorry it’s so short omfg

               -Okay y'all, I’m pretty sure Zen knows traditional dances and our MC has to beg him for DAYS to teach them one. Any of them. Buchaechum (fan dance), Nabichum (butterfly dance), even Ilmu (line dance). Any of them. All of them. Just- JUST TEACH MC ZEN, DO IT

               -LOTUS LANTERN FESTIVAL IN HONOUR OF BUDDAHS BIRTHDAY! It’s a celebration that everyone in the group makes time for! Seeing all of the gorgeous lights and lanterns is enough to put everyone in such a good mood! The group makes it into a slight competition- who can bring MC the prettiest lantern? Winner gets a kiss on the cheek from MC! yeees mc, yes

               -Jumin has THE MOST BEAUTIFUL terraced garden you’ve ever seen in your life. He invites you over to help him with it every now and then. It relaxes him and hopes that it could do the same for you! The two of you could spend hours sitting by the lotus pond, drinking some sort of imported and expensive tea this rich guy has to have, talking about anything and everything plus helLO YOU’D GET TO SEE JUMIN IN SWEATPANTS

               -Jaehee. In. Hanbok. Think about this for a little bit. Colourful, beautiful, and just- what else can I saY???? JAEHEE IN HANBOK

               -YOOSUNG LOVES CELEBRATING HIS VERY FIRST 100 DAYS ANNIVERSARY he might not have a ton of money to spoil you like he’d like to, but he does get really creative and goes hardcore. Takes the knowledge he’s gained from all of the clubs he’s been in and makes you a ton of gifts! Coffee, cards, dinner, he makes it all just for you! He does it every 100 days though so he has to get more and more creative about it and sometimes has to go to the rest of the RFA for some ideas (MATCHING SHIRTS AND HE’S EVEN BOUGHT YOU A COUPLE’S RING BECAUSE HE WANTS TO SHOW PEOPLE HE HAS A S/O THAT HE LOVES VERY MUCH)

               -Remember when Jumin called Yoosung’s mother and he was so mad he promised to slap him with Kimchi? Ya know how Kimchi is a symbol for Korea and is considered strong? Well he definitely gave Jumin a hard slap if that counts; MC has it on video and all you can hear is the *smack* and Saeyoung laughing in the background

               -You and Saeran have had a few drinking contests, and Saeyoung cannot believe how many bottles of soju the two of you can go through?? How are you both still breathing?? It’s even worse when you add Zen into the mix, it’s as if doesn’t work on any of you. Yoosung gets one shot and he’s out for the rest of the night

               -Jaehee and MC plan a hike at least ONCE a month because the poor girl needs fresh AIR and it’s good for the both of you, y'all get out there and earn those pajeons (fritters) and dong dong ju (rice wine) at the top of that mountain!

               -You and Yoosung have to drag Saeyoung out of the house sometimes, but the three of you end up at an internet cafe more often than you’d like to admit. One time though, there was one person in LOLOL who kept killing all three of you, and the anger just kept rising- which meant the voices kept rising as well. The person on the other side of you all kept trying to stifle a laugh each time. In the Rage of Saeyoung™, he almost flipped the table until he realized the one beating you all was Saeran on the other side

               -YOU CAN’T TELL ME SAEYOUNG, MC, AND ZEN HAVEN’T TRIED TO RECREATE SOME KPOP VIDEOS

               - You also can’t tell me that Jumin hasn’t tried to dance along to a few every now and then; MC has a picture they keep to themselves in remembrance

               -You and V watch the movie Shiri almost religiously?? When the two of you have movie marathon dates, it’s played at least once (“IT’S A CLASSIC, MC. CLASSIC”)

               -It’s hard to go on any dates with Saeran, but you did get him hooked on a few different K-drama’s and he reminds you constantly that he HATES YOU because of it. Don’t you DARE watch an episode without him because the boy can hold a grudge

               -K A R A O K E!!! All of you. Almost every weekend. Competitions. Somehow Saeyoung tends to win them except that one time you convinced Jumin to participate and WOW okay

how to put two gifs on one canvas (◕‿◕✿)

Hey guys!! I’m making a tutorial on this because i couldn’t find one and its actually kind of complicated :)))

This is the gif i’ll be showing you how to make:

please like/reblog if helpful  ❤

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Originally posted by jimiyoong

Genre: Fluff, ANGST, Celebrity! AU

Word count: 7.7k (my longest oneshot ever !!)

Pairing: Jimin x reader

Summary: The perfect guy, the imperfect celebrity

Warnings: Triggering topics - panic attack, thoughts of suicide

A/N: HELLO GUYS IM BACK WITH MY FIRST FIC IN QUITE A WHILE im so sorry tumblr deleted the post before this i haTE but it’s back so whooo !! this story is actually somewhat based on a personal experience, so I included a lot of personal thoughts and insights to try to make this better HAHAHAH but i hope yall like it !! i put in a lot of effort trying to write this fic and many BLOOD SWEAT AND TEARS were shed but im finally done !! i really hold this story v close to myself because i actually felt all these things and i was a little delusional like the y/n in this fic !! please tell me how it was by dropping an ask into my inbox, both compliments and constructive criticism is good !! anyway besides this fic, im not yet done with dead leaves soRRY but feel free to leave me a request for the ending of chapter 7 (2nd last chapter !!) so drop me that asK ANYWAY IM RAMBLING AGAIN I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS FIC BYEEEEEE

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Existing

A BTS/ Kim Seokjin Fanfiction

Summary: He looked like an angel, and spoke like a singer. Next to you, a university student surviving on 5 hours sleep a night, and holes in your shoes, he seemed to have it all. But at the end of the day, you were both just Existing. You just cant help but think, it might be more fun to Exist together…

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21

Chapter 21

‘Is there anything you cant do?’ you mumble around your mouthful of food as your eyes continue to wonder around the breakfast Jin had made you, all the colours, shapes and smells of everything laid out making your stomach continue to grumble interestedly despite having already eaten 1/3 of it.

‘…I mean…I cant dance very well.’ He murmurs as he watches you eat with a smile, accepting the bite you offering him every now and again, but for the majority simply sitting there with his chopsticks poised, and getting full on the sight of you happily eating the food he’d prepared for you.

‘Well we both know that’s a lie, after the way you performed last night.’ You point out, shaking your head amusedly and missing the way his eyes flash excitedly at your comment, just before he reaches over to wipe a spot of sauce from the corner of your lip as he responds.

‘Actually, im the worst dancer out of all of us…but it makes me happy that you still seem to think I can dance.’ He murmurs, smiling at you when you dip your head slightly in embarrassment at having been caught with food on your face, before leaning back and smiling to himself before proceeding to eat.

‘…if you consider yourself a bad dancer, then you clearly haven’t seen someone like me dance.’ You murmur, internally cringing at some of the memories you had of awkward times when you’d been called out for how bad your dancing was, and only just catching Jin’s intrigued grin before he suddenly stands up and walks around the table to offer you his hand.

‘What are you doing?’ you ask, not hesitating as you set your chopsticks down and let him pull you up, but soon wishing you hadn’t been so eager when he pulls his phone out of his pocket and after a few moments one of the same songs that you’d heard the night before begins to blast from the speaker.

‘Im going to teach you how to dance.’ He explains, grinning at you cheekily, and raising his eyebrows daring you to object when he sees your mouth open to argue, before quickly spinning you into his arms with your back to his chest, and you find your wrists shackled by his long fingers.

‘Jin!’ you whine as he begins to throw your arms about, but you couldn’t find it in you to get truly mad at him, when he proceeded to say the rap in your ear as his chest rubbed against your back, and chuckles kept escaping him whenever you’d almost fall over together.

‘Have I told you how cute you look in my jumper?’ he suddenly asks, pulling you to a momentary stop as he forces you to acknowledge his question.

‘No-‘

‘Well you look utterly adorable.’ He murmurs, grinning against your cheek, before pulling you quickly into the next move an leaving you breathless.

Before long he had you in fits of laughter, upgrading to singing the song against the skin of your neck as he made your body move, and even though you were utterly breathless with the smell and feel of him all around you, you couldn’t help but have the thought that that moment was pure heaven.

But today, heaven was filled with Devils.

‘What are you two doing?’

Namjoon’s voice interrupting the moment has you both sucking in a shocked breath as you look up to see him stood in front of you where he’d been on his way to the kitchen, a confused frown pulling at his brow, that somehow had become contorted with a smirk.

‘Uh….’ You mutter, looking beside you at Jin to see his eyes dancing over the floor whilst his cheeks were beaming a rosy pink, before you look back at the man before you with a sheepish grin.

‘We were…just eating breakfast-‘

‘…sure you were…we’ll Im going to go and make myself some coffee, so you two go back to-…doing whatever you were doing.’ He scoffs, shaking his head in bemusement before disappearing into the kitchen.

‘Maybe its time to leave.’ You whisper to Jin beside you once Namjoon was out of earshot, seeing him chuckle quietly to himself and dip his head to smother his grin in your neck, before leaving a lingering kiss against your skin, and standing up properly once again.

‘I think that would be a good idea.’

‘You know…after last night…I have a few questions.’ You state suddenly as Jin pulls out into the early morning traffic, his hand already having laid yours on the stick shift so that he could lay his over the top.

‘Such as?’ he muses as he switches lanes, a soft distracted smile on his face.

‘Well…for starters, how long have you been an idol?’ you ask, shifting in your seat to face him properly so that you could watch all of his expressions as he answers you, despite his eyes staying mostly on the traffic- although you smiled every time he turned his head momentarily to look at you.

‘I think its about…6 years now- although that’s including training as well, so technically only 4.’

‘And do you do anything besides work?’ you ask, grinning when he raises an eyebrow at your strange line of questioning, before simply smiling confusedly.

‘I enjoy playing video games, and I collect a few figurines.’ He murmurs, watching you from the corner of his eye to gauge your reaction, but you simply nod thoughtfully.

‘And did you live in Seoul before?-‘

‘Mhm, im a Seoul boy.’ He smiles, his thumb stroking over your knuckles distracting you momentarily before you blurt out your next question.

‘How much money do you get?-‘

‘Yah! Is this a dating profile, or are you trying to steal from me?’ he chuckles, surprised at your sudden invasiveness, and all you can do is bite your lip sheepishly and shake your head as you respond.

‘I didn’t mean it like that- …I just know that idols haven’t got a reputation for earning a lot for their first few years, and I was worried about how much you pay for things for me.’ You explain, frowning to yourself as you try to imagine how you could have phrased the question better.

‘Hey….I told you you didn’t have to worry about that didn’t I?’ he murmurs quietly, dragging you out of your thoughts so that you could peer up at him to see him looking over at you where he’d pulled up to your dorm, your obliviousness to your surroundings revealing just how deep in thought you’d been.

‘I know….I’m just so used to looking after myself, especially out her on my own in Seoul, that it worries me when other people try to pay for my things, or look after me.’ You explain quietly, drawing your eyes away from your dorm building out your window and turning to see him watching you with a thoughtful expression, before he leans his head back on the seat and smiles at you softly

‘That’s understandable….but I think you should let me look after you for now….I don’t plan on letting you go any time soon.’ He murmurs, letting go of your hand on the stick shift to reach his fingers over to trail gently over your lips.

‘Your my princess, and I am your prince.’

(T.B.C)

Existing

A BTS/ Kim Seokjin Fanfiction

Summary: He looked like an angel, and spoke like a singer. Next to you, a university student surviving on 5 hours sleep a night, and holes in your shoes, he seemed to have it all. But at the end of the day, you were both just Existing. You just cant help but think, it might be more fun to Exist together…

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21

Chapter 21

‘Is there anything you cant do?’ you mumble around your mouthful of food as your eyes continue to wonder around the breakfast Jin had made you, all the colours, shapes and smells of everything laid out making your stomach continue to grumble interestedly despite having already eaten 1/3 of it.

‘…I mean…I cant dance very well.’ He murmurs as he watches you eat with a smile, accepting the bite you offering him every now and again, but for the majority simply sitting there with his chopsticks poised, and getting full on the sight of you happily eating the food he’d prepared for you.

‘Well we both know that’s a lie, after the way you performed last night.’ You point out, shaking your head amusedly and missing the way his eyes flash excitedly at your comment, just before he reaches over to wipe a spot of sauce from the corner of your lip as he responds.

‘Actually, im the worst dancer out of all of us…but it makes me happy that you still seem to think I can dance.’ He murmurs, smiling at you when you dip your head slightly in embarrassment at having been caught with food on your face, before leaning back and smiling to himself before proceeding to eat.

‘…if you consider yourself a bad dancer, then you clearly haven’t seen someone like me dance.’ You murmur, internally cringing at some of the memories you had of awkward times when you’d been called out for how bad your dancing was, and only just catching Jin’s intrigued grin before he suddenly stands up and walks around the table to offer you his hand.

‘What are you doing?’ you ask, not hesitating as you set your chopsticks down and let him pull you up, but soon wishing you hadn’t been so eager when he pulls his phone out of his pocket and after a few moments one of the same songs that you’d heard the night before begins to blast from the speaker.

‘Im going to teach you how to dance.’ He explains, grinning at you cheekily, and raising his eyebrows daring you to object when he sees your mouth open to argue, before quickly spinning you into his arms with your back to his chest, and you find your wrists shackled by his long fingers.

‘Jin!’ you whine as he begins to throw your arms about, but you couldn’t find it in you to get truly mad at him, when he proceeded to say the rap in your ear as his chest rubbed against your back, and chuckles kept escaping him whenever you’d almost fall over together.

‘Have I told you how cute you look in my jumper?’ he suddenly asks, pulling you to a momentary stop as he forces you to acknowledge his question.

‘No-‘

‘Well you look utterly adorable.’ He murmurs, grinning against your cheek, before pulling you quickly into the next move an leaving you breathless.

Before long he had you in fits of laughter, upgrading to singing the song against the skin of your neck as he made your body move, and even though you were utterly breathless with the smell and feel of him all around you, you couldn’t help but have the thought that that moment was pure heaven.

But today, heaven was filled with Devils.

‘What are you two doing?’

Namjoon’s voice interrupting the moment has you both sucking in a shocked breath as you look up to see him stood in front of you where he’d been on his way to the kitchen, a confused frown pulling at his brow, that somehow had become contorted with a smirk.

‘Uh….’ You mutter, looking beside you at Jin to see his eyes dancing over the floor whilst his cheeks were beaming a rosy pink, before you look back at the man before you with a sheepish grin.

‘We were…just eating breakfast-‘

‘…sure you were…we’ll Im going to go and make myself some coffee, so you two go back to-…doing whatever you were doing.’ He scoffs, shaking his head in bemusement before disappearing into the kitchen.

‘Maybe its time to leave.’ You whisper to Jin beside you once Namjoon was out of earshot, seeing him chuckle quietly to himself and dip his head to smother his grin in your neck, before leaving a lingering kiss against your skin, and standing up properly once again.

‘I think that would be a good idea.’


‘You know…after last night…I have a few questions.’ You state suddenly as Jin pulls out into the early morning traffic, his hand already having laid yours on the stick shift so that he could lay his over the top.

‘Such as?’ he muses as he switches lanes, a soft distracted smile on his face.

‘Well…for starters, how long have you been an idol?’ you ask, shifting in your seat to face him properly so that you could watch all of his expressions as he answers you, despite his eyes staying mostly on the traffic- although you smiled every time he turned his head momentarily to look at you.

‘I think its about…6 years now- although that’s including training as well, so technically only 4.’

‘And do you do anything besides work?’ you ask, grinning when he raises an eyebrow at your strange line of questioning, before simply smiling confusedly.

‘I enjoy playing video games, and I collect a few figurines.’ He murmurs, watching you from the corner of his eye to gauge your reaction, but you simply nod thoughtfully.

‘And did you live in Seoul before?-‘

‘Mhm, im a Seoul boy.’ He smiles, his thumb stroking over your knuckles distracting you momentarily before you blurt out your next question.

‘How much money do you get?-‘

‘Yah! Is this a dating profile, or are you trying to steal from me?’ he chuckles, surprised at your sudden invasive-ness, and all you can do is bite your lip sheepishly and shake your head as you respond.

‘I didn’t mean it like that- …I just know that idols haven’t got a reputation for earning a lot for their first few years, and I was worried about how much you pay for things for me.’ You explain, frowning to yourself as you try to imagine how you could have phrased the question better.

‘Hey….I told you you didn’t have to worry about that didn’t I?’ he murmurs quietly, dragging you out of your thoughts so that you could peer up at him to see him looking over at you where he’d pulled up to your dorm, your obliviousness to your surroundings revealing just how deep in thought you’d been.

‘I know….I’m just so used to looking after myself, especially out her on my own in Seoul, that it worries me when other people try to pay for my things, or look after me.’ You explain quietly, drawing your eyes away from your dorm building out your window and turning to see him watching you with a thoughtful expression, before he leans his head back on the seat and smiles at you softly

‘That’s understandable….but I think you should let me look after you for now….I don’t plan on letting you go any time soon.’ He murmurs, letting go of your hand on the stick shift to reach his fingers over to trail gently over your lips.

‘You’re my princess, and I am your prince.’

(T.B.C)

Coffee

pairing: yoonseok
length: one shot, 6.3K words
genre: angst, non au
rating: 16+
warnings: LOTS of strong swearing (multiple uses of f word), very mild smut, a bit of cheesy fluff as well so that’s good!

summary: if there’s one thing yoongi needs, it’s coffee. oh, and jung hoseok. 

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Colouring this took forever, but it was worth it! :DD I had this idea for ages before I finally found time to draw it. The story behind this comic is based on @jackthevulture‘s headcanon about Atem being good with horses, and the more I thought about it and talked about horses with Jack, the more inspired I got (´v`) ♥

This happens in a post-canon setting where Atem meets a horse that reminds him of the mare he had in his previous life in Ancient Egypt. He feels a connection to the horse immediately and even thinks that she might be a reincarnation of some sort of his own horse ;v; ♥ (i’m not sure if it’s really the case or if it’s just Atem’s imagination, but he gets along with the horse very well anyway ♥) Yuugi isn’t as excited about it at first, but when he sees Atem being so gentle with the horse, he starts liking her too!

Horses are difficult to draw and I probably messed up a million things drawing this XD as always, i’m very open to comments about how I could do better and improve!

i hate how tumblr resizes big images, i had to split the pages and some of the images are still blurry (`A´) ALSO atem’s collar mysteriously disappears on the last page but im TOTALLY not going to go back to edit it anymore XD

Indulgent

A small scene I got in my head. It’s not a request or anything, and its written in first person. Its one of the few self indulgent pieces i actually write out, and Im actually really proud of it for some reason. 

so here’s just some cuteness with Pidge ! enjoy~

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No one knew or cared what time it was. Time doesn’t exist in space. So by all accounts, no one could blame me for lounging on the sitting room floor, pillow against the wall to rest on. A pitcher of tea (the Altean equivalent, Coran assured me) to my side along with the reports I should’ve been reviewing. Instead though, I played a playlist of nostalgic songs from home, eyes half lidded as I flipped through an adult coloring book, saddened by the small number of art supplies there was to choose from. Another thing to add to the to-do list.

I didn’t have the energy to sigh or complain about it honestly, it wasn’t a huge bother. I just wanted to ignore responsibility, for a little while at least. Maybe doing so would finally rid me of this blasted headache. Four days of constant dull thumping in a ring around the head couldn’t be good. But with such things as the fate of the universe looking overhead… Let’s just find a picture to colour, shall we?

“Talking to yourself now, huh?” Pidge sauntered through the archway from the dining hall, hands behind her back like she was more prestigious than me. Seeing right through her, I pretended to keep mumbling to myself.

“Strange, I feel a draft suddenly. Didn’t know that happened up in space.” She scoffed and gracefully sat in front of me, head resting on her hands with her elbows pressing against her crossed legs.

“How long have you been up for? At least a day, right?” The somewhat scolding tone wasn’t expected from her, all-nighters were her forte after all. Why she cared about my sleep schedule or lack thereof was a curiosity.

“About 70 hours, but who’s counting.” Shifting in my position, I regretted choosing the hard floor to sit rather than the couch, but I surely wasn’t going to get up now. Pidge clicked her tongue in response, taking my book away from me and setting it aside before pushing my knees apart. It wasn’t uncommon that she did whatever she liked around me, and I was in no position to stop her… nor do I think I would have.

Some think it strange, Allura particularly would question it, but Pidge and I were closer than most friends. As she set herself between my legs, back against my chest, she pulled my arms around her torso like a belt, strapping herself in. We’d sit like this on occasion, while watching a movie or just to relax. The closeness was comforting, more so for me than her, I think. Even so, I was glad she indulged me and even more glad that she had warmed up to it as well.  

“Close your eyes okay? I’m gonna try singing a lullaby.” Now this was a first, I had to stifle a giggle that she surely felt through my chest. If she had, she didn’t say anything, but I could somehow feel the smile on her lips as she sang to me.

Somebody’s takin’ a train to SleepyTime Junction,

Somebody is so tired He can barely function,

So He’s hoppin’ on that train to SleepyTime Junction!

Somebody’s takin’ a train to SleepyTime Junction…

Her voice wasn’t melodic, or angelic like the stories would claim all girls sang like. Instead it was a bit wispy, a soft rumble as she kept her voice low for just me to hear. Her arms rested on mine around her as she leaned against me, allowing my cheek to rest upon her head. For a just a moment, I thought that I could stay like this forever…

ALL ABOARD! CRIES THE ENGINEER!

SLEEPYTIME JUNCTION IS SO NEAR!

Pidge was promptly pushed off my lap and given the most brutal of silent treatments. It was truly a struggle to not smile as she laughed in utter satisfaction. I would have none of it.

As quick as my exhausted body could manage, I grabbed her arm and yanked her back against me, locking her into the same position we were in moments before, this time using my legs and arms to hold her still as she mockingly fought my “capture.”

“No! You can’t hold me down!” she cried through her fit of giggles. Unable to help myself I gave into her joy and laughed with her, still holding her with me. She stopped struggling and soon enough her fit calmed, fading into soft sweet hums as she pressed her ear against where my heart sat inside my chest.

“This means war, you know. If I don’t get any sleep neither do you.”

“It’s a competition then. Winner takes all.”

We ended up falling asleep like that. I don’t know for how long, but when I awoke, sadly still with a headache. A blanket, usually reserved for movie nights, was covering Pidge and I. Of whom was still sleeping gently in my lap, hugging my arm loosely.  I refused to ruin such a precious sight, so I gave the room a quick scan before trying to get more rest.

Stuck on my coloring book was a note that simply read –

Step 1. Admit you’re in love

Step 2. Confess to your love

Step 3. Profit

The Healer and the Angel |Part 1

~The Statue and the Kitten Spin-off Series~

Statue!Yixing x Fairy!Reader

Theme: Magic!Au

Genre: Fluff | Warning/s: none |

Words: 2000 | The Statue and the Kitten 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 (Final) 


Being the last of the EXO members left, cursed to stay a statue within the gazebo. Yixing sings each night to help his soul mate find him and help him break the curse. You being transformed into a flightless fairy stumble into the gazebo to listen to him sing. Are you the key to Yixing’s freedom? Continue to find out in The Healer and the Angel…!


Part 1 

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Stepping out into freedom, you sighed out in relief that, your long day had finally come to an end. Smiling, you looked up at the auburn leaves that were illuminated by the moon. As you walked down the steps of the office at which you worked, your ears trained onto the small painful chirps of a bird.

Your head quickly snapped toward where the sound was coming from. In the leaf cover a small violet-crowned woodnymph was shivering and chirping out for help. Pulling out the honey that you had brought earlier that day to compliment your pancakes, you placed enough on a leaf so the bird would no longer cry out of hunger. You slowly gave the leaf to the small bird “here you go lil’ one, I hope this helps~!” you smiled, before skipping down the steps.

“I wonder what it would be like to fly like a bird”, you thought as you walked down the well-lit empty path through the park that was near your job. The wind blew through the streets, bringing some of the fallen leaves to life. The smell of roses mixed with cinnamon drifted into your senses. Seconds ticked down toward the stroke of midnight, as soon as the large hand on the clock tower hit the twelve, the sound of a large bell echoed throughout the city. The moon above overjoyed by this, brightened and surrounded you alone with its light. A warm sensation flooded your every cell, as well as the feeling that your body was morphing and changing drastically.

Crouching down on instinct, you eventually felt the extreme feeling drift away. Standing up on your wobbly legs, you were about to dust off your jeans when you realised you were no longer wearing your work clothes. Instead, you were wearing a flowy baby pink dress that had small embroidered shining flowers and stars. You wore hand bracelets and anklets made of leaves and multi-coloured roses, pearls danced down your draping short sleeves. You felt a small weight had settled on your head, lifting your hands up you felt a crown made of flowers gracefully intertwined with your hair. The trees towered above you more than they did before. Deep down, it felt like you were dressed as a forest princess as well as feeling like you had shrunk, except when you looked behind you your eyes widened out of surprise.

The light from the moon had made you shrink down, as well as gift you with a pair of glowing white wings that grew out of your back, moving gently like butterfly wings the more you stared at them. They were indeed so beautiful and glowed especially bright every time they moved.  “How did I turn into a fairy?!” You exclaimed yet you instantly covered your mouth with your now smaller hands, as your voice was replaced by the tiny ringing of bells. You pinched yourself as to wake yourself up from the weird dream that was happening, even though this was indeed reality.

Tearing up, at the realisation that you were no longer human, you continued to walk off your emotions since your wings were of no use to a non-flyer like you.

A sweet acoustic melody reached your ears followed by a beautiful voice that touched your heart. Curiously your moved to get closer to the music. Your small feet travelled atop the fallen autumn leaves, through the pathway to the clearing where a grand gazebo stood illuminated by the moon. The man’s voice travelled to your ears and you couldn’t help but get closer, realising the music was coming from a male that sat within the gazebo clutching his guitar as if it was a part of him. Stepping inside you counted 11 empty pedestals that towered over you, meant for someone or something that you were unaware of. There were nests built everywhere occupied by small sleeping birds that seemed to not be afraid of the lone man, as if finding comfort and protection by keeping him company.

Looking up you expected to see the star covered sky yet you did not, even though the roof above was only made of vines with remnants of small flowers, that had passed due to the changing season.

But when your eyes landed on the man you gasped (which came out as a tiny ring of a bell), he was the most handsome person you had ever seen, his dark hair was sweaped over to his right. And his lips. Looked so smooth and soft that if you were a human you would have melted into a puddle right then and there. You noticed the dimple on his right cheek your heart melting at how adorable it was. Under the moonlight his eyes glimmered a majestic gold that made you wonder if he was a fallen angel. Because he sure looked like one with the all-white motif of his outfit. You were so mesmerised by him that you almost tripped on a bird’s nest as you attempted to get through.

You heart thumped within your ears as you listened to the male vocalise his thoughts, still not having noticed the recently transformed mythical creature that just joined the silent audience. Unknowingly your wings began to shine brighter along with your heart, soon enough they became entirely made from light itself. Making you the only light source illuminating from within the gazebo. You were so enthralled by the mood that the man’s guitar set, that had to you carefully sit on the outside of one finches nest, looking up at him and listening intently to him sing with so much emotion:

[Play Alone – Zhang Yixing]

🎶“I really need somebody to love me

I really need her loving care

but I really cannot wait for you

To hesitate about your love for me

I really need a person to love me

and not wait in loneliness day after day

I grab your hand to sketch our colourful fairy tale but…”🎶

His calming voice drifted off, as soon as his eyes landed on you, leaving his last chord to echo throughout the night. He stared down at you for a good minute until he snapped awake and did a cute double take. Making you look away out of shyness as well as surprise.

Blinking a few times the man then muttered, “A fairy…? Here to listen to me…?”, his tone was filled with disbelief as well as wonder. You quickly stood up from your spot on the nest, stealing a glance to look up at him. You nodded quickly causing a tiny bell to ring quickly from within you. He placed his guitar on the pedestal next to him before crouching down to get closer to your level. He smiled sweetly at how beautiful you were glowing like a bright star in front of him. His adorable dimple was highlighted by the moon, making you want to gently kiss it if you knew how to fly-“omg ___ what are you saying?! You don’t even know his name and you want to kiss his cheek now?! just because you haven’t met anyone as absolutely adorable and handsome and angel lik-”, your conscious was cut off when he spoke up again.

“Im not hallucinating am I..?”, he whispered his velvety voice sent the tiny butterflies within you flying like crazy. Rubbing his eyes and then looking down at you again. You quickly shook your head smiling up at him, he grinned back in return.

“Did you like my song, uhm…?” , he tilted his head slightly wondering what he should call you.

“___”, you attempted to fill him in, yet you remembered your voice had been replaced by the ringing of tiny bells. Forming an ‘o’ with his mouth he cutely attempted to sing out the melody that had just escaped your mouth.

You couldn’t hold in your giggle shaking your head and gesturing for his hand. With your small finger, you gently traced out your name on his warm palm. Surprised he vocalised what your name in such a way that made your heart summersault within you.

“___, you have such a beautiful name!”, he grinned widely making you blush and look away shyly, ”Did you enjoy my song, ____??” he asked sweetly.

You smiled brightly and nodded saying, “I enjoyed it very much!! Your voice is sooooo amazing!!”

He chuckled at your cute melodic reaction to his performance, “I’m glad you think so!”, he smiled giving life to his dimple again before adding, “My name is Yixing by the way, it was so nice to meet you miss fairy ___!”.

“Even his name is beautiful”, you thought as you secretly repeated his name within your mind.

“It was really nice to meet you too Yixing!”, you shyly exclaimed. Your cheeks heating up from the way your name slipped through his lips.

Smiling, Yixing stood up and expected you to fly up with him with your glowing wings, but he was surprised to see you were still standing on the gazebo floor. “Can you fly?”, he asked curiously, his eyes glinting with curiosity. Surprised by his question your brain unknowingly began moving your wings, yet you shook your head looking down. “Did you hurt your wings?”, he asked again as worry flashed through his expression. Smiling you shook your head, watching as he graciously out stretched his hand for you to climb on. The smile never left his face as he lifted you up and allowed you to climb down on the pedestal next to him.

Looking out to the scenery before you, your smile grew wider breathing out, “wow~ its so beautiful!”.

Soon after the melody that was what you said, was mirrored by Yixing’s guitar. Surprised for a second you looking into his eyes, as his looked back into yours with a glint of mischief. You both broke out into giggles for no reason. When he recovered he also copied your fairy giggle with a bright smile.

Unable to stop smiling you spoke, “You’re really good, aren’t you?”, unsure if he would answer you decided to admire him just as he was.

He chuckled cutely before speaking, “This guitar is all thanks to Sehun’s two adorable twins, I was the one that received a gift even though it was Minseok Hyung’s birthday”, he looked out for a second remembering them and giggling at how cute they were, “without this I wouldn’t be able to stand the loneliness of being under this gazebo all alone” His golden eyes then moved toward the moon, falling into a day dream (night dream because it is night time?).

“under this gazebo alone? But what about all the sleeping finches? Can’t you leave anytime you want? And who is Sehun and Minseok?”, you asked curiously. Yixing broke out of his day dream and looked toward you with eyes filled with sadness.

“Sehun? Minseok?”, he whispered surprising you that he understood what you said through your bells melody, “Sehun is the youngest and Minseok hyung is the eldest of my 11 brothers that used to be cursed to stay within this gazebo as well. If they tried to leave without breaking the seal of the curse they would get severely burned. That was until their soul mates found them and broke the seal. They all fell deeply in love with each of their soulmates”, He points to the pedestal opposite him and the one where you are standing on, “That is where Sehun and Minseok hyung used to sit”, Yixing smiles at the memory of his brother.

“Curse?”

“A curse was placed on the whole of EXO, me and my brothers, to stay bound within this gazebo until our soulmates find us and break our seals” He looks down to his feet.

“I sing every night at midnight in hopes that my soul mate will find me”, his gaze travels to his guitar and then meets eyes with you, “I want to grab her hand to sketch our colourful fairy tale together” he sing songed, the grin returning to his face.

“I hope your wish comes true really soon!”, you grinned, holding your fist up and mouthing ‘fighting!’ which made him double over in laughter having read your lips perfectly.

Your heart thumped loudly within you as if trying to tell you something yet you ignored it, too busy admiring Yixing’s beautiful smile.

“My mother always said that birds were the decedents of angels”, he looked out toward the various little nests with sleeping birds within them, his golden eyes shining beautifully within the moonlight, “But, ____ I always believed fairies are the purest decedents of angels. And I feel like I am right, because right now you seem like a fallen angel here to take my loneliness away”, Yixing spoke before giggling slightly at the end.

You laughed thinking you had said that about him just moments before, that was until a yawn escaped your lips. Making Yixing grin at how adorable you were. The long day had finally caught up with you, as you sat down with your dress on the stone pedestal, shivering at how cold it was.

“___”, he whispered gently setting down his guitar. You looked up at him with heavy eyes smiling still, “You can sleep in my hands”, he laughed slightly, “I’ll keep you warm”, Yixing smiled innocently his dimple coming alive again within his right cheek.

Your heart beat increased making your cheeks tint in a rosy pink, “Thank you Yixing, you’re so sweet”, you smiled up at him as he lifted you gently off the cold pedestal and into his warm hands, letting them rest within his lap. You hummed at how warm his hands were, trying to ignore the heat of your cheeks.

“aww You’re welcome ___! I hope we can meet again tomorrow night~”, he whispered as you slowly drifted off to sleep the smile not once leaving your lips, “Sleep well my lil’ angel~”, he smiled sweetly as he admired your peaceful sleeping form. Humming a sweet tune to help you transition smoothly to dreamland.

You snuggled closer into Yixing’s warmth, unaware that your time in the living world was coming to an end, due to your fragile fairy body.

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