imagine the ask blogs

an-obligatory-blog  asked:

Going from the ask about Elboy learning about the birds and the bees, Chung learns about them as well. Except this time, instead of the adults explaining it as planned, Elboy passes by and describes it in the most blatant way possible in front of everyone. Loudly. Everyone but Elboy cries.

“Raven…”

Raven raised his eyebrows, looking up from cleaning his blade.  Chung was standing in front of him, fidgeting, with a red face.

“I… uh, I wanted to ask your advice on something,” the Guardian said, his voice almost a whisper.  “Dad told me to come to him if I ever had any questions about my body, but since he’s not here, uh, I figured-”

Raven set aside his blade and, just for a moment, wondered when the fuck he’d become everyone’s honorary dad.  He was too young for this.  He still nodded at Chung.

“What is it you need to know?”

“Well-” Chung wouldn’t meet his eyes, and he fidgeted with his hands.  “Uh, when I’m sitting next to girls, I get… boners…. Is there a way to get rid of them?”

Raven grimaced and drew breath to answer.  A very unfortunate voice cut in before he could.

“You just need to masturbate!”

Raven winced.  Chung flushed even redder.  Elsword bounced in, oblivious.

“Raven and Sis told me about this the other day!  You masturbate by-” and he began explaining in graphic detail, complete with hand motions. Chung looked like he wanted to shrink into the ground.  Raven was painfully aware that Elsword was almost yelling.  In the middle of the inn.  With other people around.

It was pretty hard to make him blush, but at this point, he was thankful to his dark complexion for possibly hiding the heat in his face.

“Elsword-”

“I mean, some people prefer fingering,” the boy continued, absolutely oblivious, “but-”

Raven stood up, fastened his claw in the back of Elboy’s shirt, and dragged him away.

Imma put together a masterpost of Transtalia blogs

reblog this if you want your blog on the list, or if you know of any Transtalia blogs by other people! It doesn’t matter how small your blog is, as long as you’re Transtalia themed, you can be on here!!

Oh, and it doesn’t have to be an ask blog! It could be a Transtalia imagines blog, or a Transtalia confessions blog. As long as Transtalia is the subject of the blog, I’ll add it!

100 Questions!

Thought these might be fun? Ask me some and I’ll try(I can’t promise) to get something up for you later!
these questions aren’t my own

1. What’s your middle name, and do you like it?
2. are you artistic?
3. Have you had your first kiss?
4. What is your life goal?
5. Do you have any expieriences with a famous person?
6. Do you play any sports?
7. What’s your worst fear?
8. Who’s your biggest inspiration?
9. Do you have any cool talents?
10. are you a morning person?
11. How do you feel about pet names?
12. Do you like to read?
13. Name a list of shows that have changed your life.
14. Do you care about your follower count?
15. What’s the best dream you’ve had?
16. Have you ever kissed someone of your same gender?
17. Do you have any pets?
18. Are you religious?
19. Are you a people person?
20. Are you considered popular?
21. What is one of your bad habits?
22. What’s something that makes you feel vulnerable
23. What would you name your children?
24. Who’s your celebrity crush?
25. What’s your best subject?
26. Dogs or cats?
27. most used social media besides tumblr?
28. best friends name
29. who does your main family consist of
30. Chocolate or sugar
31. have you ever been on a date?
32. Do you like rollercosters?
33. Can you swim?
34. What would you do in the event of an apocolypse?
35. Have you struggled with any kind of mental disorder
36. Are your parents together?
37. What’s your favourite colour?
38. What country are you from/do you live in?
39. Favourite singer?
40. Do you see yourself being famous some day?
41. Do you like dresses?
42. Favourite song right now?
43. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?
44. How old were you when you first got your period?
45. Have you ever shot a gun?
46. Have you ever done yoga?
47. Are you a horror girl?
48. Are you good at giving advice?
49. Tell us a story about your childhood.
50. How are you doing today?
51. Were you a cute kid?
52. Can you dance?
53. Is there anything you do that you can’t remember ever not doing?
54. Have you ever dyed your hair?
55. What colour are your eyes?
56. What’s your favourite animal?
57. Have you ever made a huge fool of yourself?
58. Do you have a good relationship with your parents?
59. Do you have good friends?
60. Are you close with anyone of the lgbtq+ group?
61. What’s your favourite class?
62. List all the tv shows you are watching.
63. Are you organized?
64. What was the last movie you saw? Opinion?
67. Which tv character do you relate to most?
68. What are some things that stand between you and complete happiness?
69. If you received enough money to never need to work again, what would you spend your time doing?
70. What would you change about your life if you knew you would never die?
71. What would you do differently if you knew that no one was judging you?
72. If you could start over, what would you do differently?
73. Would you break the law to save a loved one?
74. When was the last time you travelled somewhere new?
75. When you think of your home, what immediately comes to mind?
76. What have you done to pursue your dreams lately? How about today?
77. What did you want to be when you were a kid?
78. If you dropped everything to pursue your dreams, what would you be risking?
79.When did you not speak up, when you know you really should have?
80. Describe the next five years of your life, and your plans, in a single sentence
81. What would happen if you never wasted another minute of your life, what would that look like?
82. If you could live forever, how would you spend eternity?
83. How would you spend a billion dollars?
84. If you could time travel, would you go to the past or the future?
85. What motivates you to succeed?
86. What dream that you’ve had has resonated with you the most?
87. Would you rather live in the city or the woods? Why?
88. Do you believe in life after death
89. What teacher inspired you the most? How did they?
90. What’s your fondest childhood memory?
91. If you could have dinner with any one person, living or dead, who would they be and why?
92. What would you have to see to cry tears of joy?
93. What is the hardest lesson you had to learn in life?
94. What do you think happens after we die?
95. What would you do if you would be invisible?
96. What’s something you can’t do no matter how hard you try?
97. Would you want to choose the sex and appearance of your offspring?
98. How did your first crush develop?
99. Is there a feeling you are trying to ignore? What is it?
100. Do you live or do you just exist?

anonymous asked:

I don't know if you're the right person to ask, but you seem to know most of the Transtalia blog. It's really cool ^^ Do you know if there are any Trans America blogs? I just wanted to know because I didn't want to 'intrude' on anyone... Thank You!

Well first of all heck yea go follow @ask–transamerica cause they’re a raging weeaboo and also rumoured to be a *gasp* lovely person!

And second, don’t let that stop you!! More than one person can do the same Character/AU!! Like imagine if that wasn’t the case, there’d be like NO ask blogs!! You don’t have to have an original concept, because just the fact that it’s YOUR art and YOUR ideas and YOUR muse, makes it unique and worth it!!

And if you’re not convinced, check out @askftmfeli and @ask-trans-italia, both of whom are Trans Italy blogs! (as well as being amazing and worth your follow!!)

Boys Are Jerks

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Request: 23 with Stiles and lots and lots of fluff please!! :) 

#23: “Thanks for lending me your jacket. It’s…really warm”

Author’s Note: I know it’s been a few days since I got something up, but I hope this makes up for it! Enjoy :)

Warnings: Language; fluff; talk of break-ups

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Roscoe’s headlights shining from around the corner had me letting out a sigh of relief. After rubbing my hands together furiously to bring some feeling into my fingers, I opened my door and stepped out into the cold just as the Jeep came a stop behind my car.

“Hey, you alright?” Stiles asked as he jumped out, reaching me in just a few long strides. I nodded, looking at my vehicle with a mixture of sadness and annoyance.

“Yeah, fine. Just freezing. I don’t know what’s wrong with her, she just started making some weird spluttering noise and then died. I barely had enough of a warning to make it to the side of the road,” I explained. Stiles pursed his lips, walking to the front of the car so he could get a look under the hood. After producing a flashlight from his sweatshirt pocket, he lifted it up and stuck his head in. “Thanks again for coming, Stiles. I just didn’t know who else to call, and-”

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Opening Up (Roadhog x Reader)

This is was asked by @darkotakucatgirl ! And I already wrote one… but it deleted ;-; so I’m re-writing it!

She asked me to write about Roadhog opening up to his s/o for the first time. So here you go~

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You have been dating Roadhog for a while now. Almost a whole year, in fact, but you barely knew his past. You didn’t even know where he was born! But that’s because he never wanted to open up, and you never bothered to push him to tell you. You respected his privacy, and didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.

It was a rainy day, and Roadhog was watching the rain through the window, holding your pet pig, which he bought for you your birthday. He was an adorable tea-cup pig. Roadhog was petting him as he watched the rain drops roll off the window glass. He looked at you for a moment; then called for you. You were doing the dishes, when he called you over. You softly walked over to him, and sat beside him, looking at the rain as well. “I-I think I’m ready to open up to you…” he said softly, staring back out to the rain.

Then he began to tell you all the bad things he did. How he blew up Australia, how he stole, and murdered, and how his face was terribly disfigured by the explosion of the Omnic factory. Roadhog told you about how he met Junkrat, and why Junkrat hired him to be his body guard. He told you about all the crimes he and Junkrat did. You sat there and listened to your boyfriend, holding his hand gently as he spoke. He paused for a moment, then sighed.

Then, all of a sudden, he started to speak of the happier times. Before Australia was a wasteland. Before he was a wanted man. He told you about how he was born into a farming family, and how he’s father raised all sorts of animals on their family farm. He told you about his tenth birthday, when his father gifted him a piglet, and let him raise it all by himself. He talked about how he attended a very respected university, and got a degree in agriculture, so he could help his dad on the farm. He told you about the day his father turned the family farm over to him, and how happy he was to carry on his family’s farm.

You listened to him happily. Nodding your head and humming softly as you held his hand. You showed interest and compassion, making him feel good about opening up. You two sat in comfortable silence for a little bit. Watching the rain on the window, petting your adorable little pig.

Suddenly, but slowly, he reached to his gas mask, and started to undo the straps. He never took his mask off around you, but I guess today he was being a bit adventurous. He removed his mask and turned to you, fearing what you would say about it.

The left half of his face was burnt badly, and scarred. That side’s eye was white, and milky. The left side of his cheek was ripped, showing his teeth through the cracks of missing skin. His nose was a bit melted back, like a pig’s. On the other side of his face, was a warm but scared blue eye. It sparkled. He had plump lips, that were a bit cracked, but still soft. He had many scars and scratches all over his face, making him look gruff and worn.

Gently, you reached your free hand, and held his cheek in your soft hand. “I’m a monster…” he spoke softly, his voice cracking a bit. “No…” you spoke softly as you leaned closer to him. “You are nothing close to one.” You kissed his plump lips, taking him by surprise a bit. He never kissed you like this before. He was afraid you would get freaked out by him missing half his cheek and lips on one side, but honestly, you didn’t mind. You broke away and smiled sweetly at him. “I still love you, you know.” You spoke sweetly and softly, still holding his cheek.

“…Thank you… for accepting me.”

My promises last a lifetime: a Anakin x Reader imagine.

Requested: Yes and one of my favs to write!

Summary: Anakin makes a promise he intends to keep even after all these years of not seeing the reader. 

A/N: Hello! I am back and writing tons of requests! I’m sorry they are taking so long :(


It’s been ten years since I’ve last seen my Mother. It’s been three years since I’ve last seen Y/N. But it’s been ten years to her. How? Well I saw Y/N; she didn’t see me. I was on a mission to Coruscant with Master Kenobi when I passed by her. She was with her slave Master. I never would have recognized her if it wasn’t for the sense of nostalgia I felt when I was close by her. I even had to do a double take. She looked the same, yet so different. She was more beautiful than I could have ever imagined. Well then I ever DID imagine. There isn’t a day that has gone by that I haven’t thought of Y/N and my Mother. And now on my way back to Tatooine because of a distress call I received by my Mother’s new husband; Y/N and my Mother are all that I can think about. 

Y/N and I grew up on Tatooine together. Well up until I was eight. Our slave Masters worked and lived next to each other. Thus making us work and live next to each other. Y/N and I did absolutely everything together until I left to become a Jedi with Qui-Gon and Master Kenobi. She and I even got “married”. We both knew it was not real or official. We knew we were not old enough to be actually married. And The Justice of the Peace can certainly not be a snail creature we found on the ground. But it was my way of promising her I would ask her to marry me when we grow older. Mother told me to marry my best friend. And Y/N was at the time. Technically she still is considering I don’t talk to anyone else except the Jedi Council and Master Kenobi. Even Obi-Wan doesn’t really KNOW me. The only two people who do are My Mother and Y/N. And that promise of marrying my best friend is still a promise I intend to keep. Once I get my Mother, I’m freeing Y/N too. And I’m marrying that girl. Because I can still tell she is the same girl I use to tell my biggest passions and dreams to. I saw it when I looked into her eyes three years ago. 

-

“Master Anakin! It is so great to see you!” C-3PO exclaims, greeting me. I haven’t seen this droid since I was eight. He looks very well put together with his silver body and bright glowing button eyes. When left he wasn’t anything except wires. 

“And you 3PO. Now can you please direct me to my Mother?” C-3PO puts his head down slightly.

“I suppose we uh- better go inside. This way Master Anakin,” he leads me to the inside of a sand house. One similar to what I use to live in with my Mother before I was freed. I follow him down a staircase to the main entrance of the house. C-3PO stops as soon as we get down the stairs. I look in front of him to see a guy who looks about my age maybe a couple years older.

“I figured you would come sometime soon. Owen Lars. I’m your step brother. This is my girlfriend Beru,” the guy with the light, brown hair greets me, holding out his hand for me to shake. I’m only here for my Mother. I’m not here to greet the entire house. 

“My Mother. I received a distress signal from here about her. Is she-,”

“Owen, your father is asking- Anakin?” Y/N comes from another room in the house. Her face is written of utter shock.

“Y/N?! What are you doing here?” I ask jumping off the stairs, bringing her into a hug. She hugs me back even tighter. She is still amazing at hugs.

“Anakin, it’s so great to see you! I help out around the house here when the Lars need it. What are you doing back on this sand pile?”

“I received a distress signal a couple days ago and rushed over. I am here for my Mother,” I tell her. The light in Y/N’s eyes dim. And a wave of sadness takes its place. I am sensing something terrible has happen to my Mother.

“Ani, she was taken over a month ago. That distress signal was also sent over a month ago. It must of now gotten to your base. I’m so sorry but she’s gone. It was the sand people, Ani, they got to her before we could. You know how horrible those sand people are,” I stare at the ground, processing everything Y/N is saying. 

“A month you say?” Y/N nods. I begin walking back towards the stairs before my thoughts are interrupted by Y/N’s voice.

“Ani, where are you going?” 

“To find my Mother.”

-

Hatred. That’s all I can feel right now. Not even the sadness of my Mother’s death. I keep replaying the scene of the life being taken out of her right in my arms.

“I am complete now, Ani.”

Then the glowing life that was my Mother, falls dead in my arms. I slaughtered that whole village. Every last one of them. Dead. Gone. Never to feel again. And I don’t feel any guilt. None whatsoever. 

-

Driving on the my speeder. My dead Mother rapped in my robe. Not a sane thought going through my mind. I am starting to feel my heart split into two. If you can die from a broken heart. This will be the way I go. I should have never went away. I should have never became a Jedi. I had one job; protect my Mother. And I couldn’t even do that. Now how could I be a loving husband and raise a family? I can’t even protect one person. How am I supposed to protect a whole family? 

“Never break a promise, Ani. If you don’t think you’ll be able to keep it, don’t make it. That’s one of the worst things you could ever do.”

-

I can see the Lars household. All of the lights are still on. They must be waiting for my arrival thinking my Mother is still alive. I wish I could give them the arrival that have been anticipating. 

Parking my speeder everyone in the house comes out in a rush; hopeful faces eager to see if I have came back with my Mother alive. Grabbing my Mother’s body from off the back of the speeder. Their faces fall. I can hear Y/N weep. 

-

“Shmi, my love, you were the best wife a man could ever ask for,” Mr. Lars, my step-father says in respects to my Mother. We have buried her body close by the house with a headstone in honor of her. I walk up the the stone then drop to my knees. Fresh tears dare to escape my eyes.

“I’m sorry Mother. I couldn’t save you in time.” I bring my hands up to my eyes, covering them. This is pathetic. Jedi’s don’t cry. I feel a petite hand squeeze my shoulder. I look up to see Y/N’s eyes. Glossy and red. She still looks so stunning when she cries. She helps me up, bringing our hands together. I lean down putting my head on her shoulder.

“It hurts, Y/N, it hurts so much. I don’t know how to make it stop.” I cry. I can feel her shake her head.

“Stop trying to hide your emotions all the time Anakin. It’s okay to feel,” my heart begins to thump at her comforting words. I bring my head up to look into her eyes. I stare at her. Taking in everything. She is who my Mother would have wanted me to be with. She is who I want to be with. I want her to be the Mother of my kids. 

“Marry me,” Y/N looks at me confused.

“What?”

“When we were six years old we had a wedding. That was my promise to you that we would get married. My Mother told me to never go back on promises. So I am saying to you Y/N, that my promises last a lifetime. And I am telling you right here right now that I want you to be my wife. I want to free you and protect you better than I did my Mother. Marry me,” Y/N looks into my eyes. I can feel the love radiating off of her skin as her thumbs trace circles on my hands. She brings her lips to mine. My body becomes numb. The feelings becoming too much for me to handle. My skin is burning just waiting to touch and hold her. To be able to call her mine. 

“I have loved you since we were six years old Anakin Skywalker. And even though I have not seen you in ten years; I thought you would never ask.” 

FE:Fates- God Dammit Saeyoung
  • Zen: Hey Saeyoung, you?
  • Saeyoung: my brother and friend were kidnapped, my brother hates me with a burning passion, and you guys won't let me hang with Samantha
  • Zen:
  • Zen: Saeyoung you said that you're too dangerous-
  • Saeyoung: KEEP HER AWAY I DON'T DESERVE HER!!!
  • Zen:
  • Zen: Why are you like this.
love notes from a slytherin

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

This Avada Kedavra is made for you 💚

Originally posted by owlswithfins

the-amazing-jahana  asked:

Howdy! ( ' w ')/ i was wondering about undertale theories/secrets... Once you discover a new theory/secret then that new theory/secret also appears with another new theory/secret...with all of this theories/secrets that you guys found... Do you think undertale gonna run out theories/secrets soon? And when it really happening is this blog will be unactive? Thanks~ ( ^ w ^ )

Hello! Honestly, I don’t think Undertale will run out of theories/secrets anytime soon. This blog has been around for over a year now, and we are still finding new ideas to discuss and work into theories! Plus, Toby did promise Undertale Extra Comics in the Kickstarter for reaching the last stretch goal! Who knows what new secrets may be added in!

Hale Family Christmas

Originally posted by minorleaguegem

Request: Hey, I absolutely love your writing and I just saw you added Christmas prompts! I was just wondering if you could maybe use 1 and 11 for Stiles or Derek? Fluff is fine, but if it leads to smut, have at it (: 

1- “I swear, if I have to listen to one more Christmas song…”

11- “No, I love you…it’s just…your family…”

Author’s Note: This is a normal life!AU with Derek and the Hale family! I had a ton of fun writing this, so I hope you all have fun reading it! Let me know what you think and enjoy! :)

Warnings: Language; fluff; talk of making babies

Tagging @sammyrenae68 :)

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“Y/N, is that you?” Derek’s voice called as I managed to scramble through the door with my arms full of groceries.

“No, it’s a burglar,” I yelled back playfully, picturing the eye roll that was undoubtedly happening in the other room. With a grunt, I hauled the bags into the kitchen, placing them on the counter and taking a moment to catch my breath. Large hands wrapped around my hips then, Derek’s scruff brushing against me as he placed a kiss to my cheek.

“A burglar, huh?”

“Obviously,” I snorted, leaning back into his chest so I could tilt my head up and meet his lips. “Wanna help me put theses away?” He nodded and dove in, pulling everything from their bags.

“So,” he started after a few moments of quiet. “My mom called today.”

“Oh?”

“She said they’re doing the party on Christmas Eve this year.” I could feel his eyes on me as I let out a small groan. 

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animtrash18  asked:

Hello~ may I request some relationship headcanons for Itachi??? Thank you in advance~

Thank you in advance for reading! I hope these are you your liking~

Itachi Uchiha

-Here’s the thing…Itachi is always cold. He’s sickly almost all the time, and being so frail (at least in the health department) doesn’t exactly do wonders for his internal temperature control or even his circulation, for that matter. Needless to say, this boy is a leech when it comes to body heat. He may not be very affectionate in public, and you’ll never see Itachi flushed or with googly eyes, but the minute you’re in private quarters expect him to be attached immediately to whatever appendages he can get a hold of. Itachi Uchiha: child prodigy, skilled ANBU, missing-nin turned Akatsuki…serial cuddler? Don’t tell him, he’s in denial.

-Apparently Jinchurikis aren’t the only thing he’s been known to try and steal. Talk about a clothes thief: sweaters, t-shirts, sweatpants, those ugly socks you haven’t seen in years for a very good reason….nothing is off-limits. Granted, he has a habit of stealing everyone’s clothes (Sasuke made the mistake of leaving a pair of joggers at his place once, big mistake) but he’s especially fond of stealing his significant other’s clothing so he can totally not inhale their scent all day, the smallest crack of a smile hidden under oversized sweaters.

-Itachi is that asshole who warms his cold feet on you as if his life depended on it. He is merciless and shows no remorse, nudging you to stop moving and lay your ass back down. The eldest Uchiha brother may look physically frail at times but once he’s got his hands on you, you’re in a vice grip until he decides otherwise.

-Even without the sharingan, Itachi has an excellent memory and attention for detail. He never forgets a coffee order (or tea, depending on the person) and he’s absolutely the type to think to pick something up for you or bring you your favorite on a particularly tasking day. Sometimes he might even pick up some dango too but let’s be honest, it doesn’t always make it back to you in one piece…if there’s any left at all. 

Let me know if you wanted something a little different! I just have so many feels about our precious bird boy being domestic and surrounded by fluffy down comforters because he deserves it dammit.