inspired by a thing i saw on tumblr a few weeks ago i think

truthteaserum  asked:

Hey I just that evil smiling picture of you playing dnd. I was wondering what you did to become a good dm, I've been curious about playing the game for a while and I think I have to be the dm if I want people to play with lol. Thanks for any help

I promise I didn’t ignore you! I’ve been real busy this week, and wanted to treat this question with the respect it deserves. Thanks for asking me…and assuming I’m a good DM, lol. I try to be good by following the cardinal rule: if you and your players have fun, you win! It’s easy to think it’s you v. the players as a DM, but really it’s a story you’re all making together, you help keep it going smoothly but it belongs to all of you. Once you look at it all from that perspective it gets less stressful, for me at least. Now I know it’s kinda weird since I did kill my players in that picture you saw going around… But that was a one shot. And there were ample opportunities for them to reverse the tide, but the dice were not on their side.

Anyway. I’m sure you’re looking for more concrete answers. Here are the most important things I did in learning to DM.

1. Watch D&D games
I watched Critical Role for a few weeks. After years of being afraid to DM, Matthew Mercer made it look easy and fun. He told fun stories and had varied characters and his players were so invested! The more I watched the more I wanted to play. And the best part about watching Critical Role is that there are 102 episodes and counting. Tons of material to mine for ideas. Another good one is The Adventure Zone podcast. It starts out a little slow for my tastes but once you get into it it’s AMAZING. I love the story in this one, it’s a great way to show you don’t have to stick to typical fantasy tropes to have a great game. Any genre can be a fun game.

While watching, I paid attention to what kinds of rolls the DM called for in situations, how many monsters you could throw before combat gets hazy, how hard it is to DM for lots of people, how long combat takes, how to describe effects based on dice roll, and most importantly, when to stone face your players and when to laugh like the evil genius you are.

2. Get tips from experts
Okay, so, now you think you could probably do the thing, but you don’t want to screw it up right out of the gate. I spent years too scared to DM because it seemed like there was too much to know. I went looking for words of wisdom and found the aforementioned Matt Mercer’s GM Tips. It’s a great series of videos that are short and helpful, split up by topic. Another great series of videos is anything from Matthew Colville, whose Running the Game videos are probably the second largest influence on my work as a Dungeon Master (after Matt Mercer). I also read tons of articles from the official D&D website, like the Sage Advice column. I read every Unearthed Arcana article and thought about how those adjustments compared to the Player’s Handbook. I signed up for the Roleplaying Tips mailing list run by Johnn Four, whose advice is probably the third largest influence on my DMing. I heavily recommend it also because it’s great to get a reminder to work on D&D every few days when a new tip arrives in your inbox. Seriously the best mailing list I’ve ever been on. He also answers questions and solicits answers from the community, so he’s a great resource for obscure wonders.

3. Join a community
This kind of follows from the previous point about advice from Johnn directly. If you’re really struggling with the density of the Core Rulebooks and are daunted by the many columns and tables, a community can help explain things. For instance, I had a lot of trouble parsing how exactly XP adjusted values work. I asked online, and someone helpfully pointed out the reference and made an example so I’d get how to use it myself. Tumblr is good, but I prefer reddit for D&D things. Some great subreddits are r/DMAcademy, r/DMToolkit, r/DnDBehindtheScreen, r/mattcolville (yes, that same Matt Colville), r/UnearthedArcana, and r/worldbuilfing.

There are a number of other forums specifically for D&D that I have accounts for but never use, mostly because I am still recovering from my forum days… I won’t date myself and say how long ago.

4. Google is your friend!
I google everything I need for D&D. Sometimes, even though I know the information I want is in my PHB, the book is on my shelf and I’d have to search for the info. The internet can tell me what I need to know NOW. So! Here’s my advice for googling D&D stuff, along with some of my favourite links.

Rules: Include ‘5e’ or ‘fifth edition’ along with the keyword you’re looking for. This will reduce your chances of ending up on a site intended for players of another edition.
Spells: Don’t google them, go to dnd-spells.com. Seriously. This website saves my life every time I play D&D. You can also make spellbooks for your characters and then generate pdfs before your game! It’s MAGICAL!
Monsters: Homebrew monsters can be fun but be careful when implementing them in your game. If you need help building encounters (like I do), use Kobold Fight Club.
Images: Google image search can get you really general or really specific stuff. If you want random images to inspire you you’re better off looking at something like The MET.
Names: There is one site to end all sites for this. For all other generators, see donjon.

5. Steal like an artist
I have a lot of fun watching, reading, and playing other types of media and thinking, “I’m going to steal that for my game.” I love comic books for example. Recently, I decided to put Iron Man into my game. Not for any reason, just because it would be fun. I didn’t simply put Tony Stark as a rich human noble into my game and wait for my player to meet him so I could do my best Robert Downey Jr. impression. I thought about what makes that character exciting and recognizable and transported it into the steampunk world of my campaign. I changed his name and race. I made him an Artificer, a Gunslinger protective of his prototypes (*waves at Taliesin*), who could also build Mech Suits that are as much works of art as they are feats of magical engineering. I gave him an assistant with a romantic love triangle and let him loose in my world. It was so much fun to watch my player figure out my inspiration! Not every NPC needs this level of detail, but all your choices should circle back to ‘How well would this work in MY world?’

By taking inspiration from the things you love, filling in the 'gaps’ to breathe life into your universe should come easily. I didn’t know Tran Intubi (Tony Stark) had a gallery of retired mech suits in his Tower but I described as such in-game. The description came naturally when I had a base inspiration to rely on.

I hope that was more helpful than long-winded!

Dreamer- Jasper Cullen x Reader

Request: Can you do one with jasper from twilight where your new to town and Edward can read your mind so he sees all the daydreaming you do and Alice draws what you see, they tell their family about you and you end up being Jaspers mate or something?!? The reader has the ability to think of any nature related element and project it for themselves or others to see. The reader is also an immortal human.

A/N: Basically I got this amazing request a while ago and I’m sorry I haven’t posted it sooner I just needed time to get it right :) The incredible Tumblr user @itssssxxlillian came up with this idea and this power and it’s just so creative I’m absolutely wowed by it!! If you want a sort of visual of the inspiration for the readers abilities, please check out this video! :) Enjoy!

Grab your popcorn and fuzzy socks my friends, this is a long one! 

Words: 1,913

Warnings: Minimal swearing 

You were starting over again. A new town, a new place, a new school. You felt like your whole life was you starting over. It was the same story too. You moved to a new school for your last year of high school because you loved the state and your parents were kind enough to send you there even though they lived a couple states away. Everyone reacted the same way too. Usually envious, wishing their family would let them go where they wanted for high school. You would smile and agree that you were lucky except you never felt that way because the story was a cover. There was no loving family waiting for you to return home when the school year ended, it was just you. You weren’t really even a senior, the truth was you’d been repeating 12th grade for years. The truth was you’d been using this story for as long as you could remember, the truth was you’d lost count of your age because you weren’t just any other teen. You were immortal, and here you were, starting over again.

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Fictober - Per Manum Fic

I was inspired to write this by some gifs I saw on Tumblr last night of the scene in Per Manum where Scully is looking in the mirror, so alone and so sad. So I changed it a little. Sorry…. @fictober @today-in-fic

Originally posted by scully-dana

Scully stands in her bedroom, looking down at the picture in front of her with a lump in her throat. All of the evidence is now in front of her and yet she still wants to pinch herself. It’s a baby. It’s her baby. 

She pauses as she catches sight of herself in the mirror, then edges closer, taking in her appearance. She looks tired, she muses, and it’s understandable, with the last few weeks taking their toll on her. Scully lowers her gaze, her eyes darting down to her midriff, to the slight swell of her abdomen. It’s barely noticeable, but she can feel it; her clothes are starting to feel a little tight, and she knows that the small bump is there, and growing every day. Until this morning she was still convinced she was dreaming about her pregnancy – until she saw her baby on the screen in front of her at the hospital. Her beautiful, healthy – and from the looks of it – very active baby. It’s real, she’s been repeating to herself all morning, and all the way home as she fingered the ultrasound photograph. It’s really happening.

The confirmation of her pregnancy, the memory of seeing her baby for the very first time and the strain of recent weeks – morning sickness coupled with doing everything in her power to search…search for him – is enough to overwhelm her, and Scully’s eyes fill with tears as she turns to the side, smoothing down her sweater over her abdomen. There’s a baby inside of her, she thinks to herself as her hand rests on her stomach. The baby she thought she’d never have, especially when the three rounds of IVF failed. But Mulder had told her not to give up on a miracle, and sure enough she has her miracle, half her, half Mulder. Mulder…

Her tears fall in earnest now as her emotions get the better of her, and Scully lifts a hand to wipe them away. She knows about hormonal changes and she’s read the books on pregnancy so she knows this is normal, but she’s also aware that her life is anything but normal right now.

She startles as she feels someone come to stand behind her, a pair of hands sneaking around her waist to settle on top of hers. She sniffs, settling back in the embrace, immediately feeling safe and loved.

“Please tell me these are good tears,” says Mulder, his breath tickling her ear. She looks at their reflection in the mirror, watching as he presses a kiss to her head, then she huffs out a laugh.

“They’re good tears,” she replies, turning in his arms to face him. Mulder’s hands move, one automatically settling on the small of her back, and the other resting back on her stomach.

“I’m glad. Because it’s a little bit late if they’re not.” He kisses her again, this time on the lips, and then rests his forehead against hers. “You’re tired.”

“I know.”

“You should take things easy Scully.”

“I know, but –”

“We’ll find him,” replies Mulder, his smile faltering. “The Gunmen and their friends are monitoring everything. As soon as there’s any sign of him or the other abductees we’ll know.”

“That doesn’t stop me from feeling guilty.”

“That makes two of us. If I’d have gone to Oregon –”

“If you’d have gone to Oregon they might have…it might have been you too,” Scully replies, and Mulder knows she’s right. It’s been six weeks since Mulder had been due to go back to Oregon, with Skinner this time. Six weeks since the pair had checked in at the airport, ready to board their flight. Their flight had just been called when Mulder’s cell phone rang, and he’d received the news that Scully had been rushed to hospital after collapsing at the office. He’d immediately told his superior that he wouldn’t be boarding the flight, and after a moment of consideration Skinner informed him that he would go instead and that, providing Scully received a clean bill of health, Mulder could join him at a later time. Only Mulder never got the chance. He’d arrived at the hospital to find his partner tearful and stunned, announcing that she was pregnant with their miracle child. It was a moment of joy, tinged with sadness when the next morning they’d received the news that their boss was now missing, presumed abducted. There’s still no sign of Skinner but Mulder – with the help of the Gunmen – is doing everything in his power to try and find him.

“I know,” he says with a sigh. “It still doesn’t make it any easier. But you shouldn’t worry about that right now. You’re working for two now. Or maybe three,” he adds with a smug grin. “Mulder Junior Junior could have just been camera shy. You are getting fat woman.”

“Don’t make me shoot you again M. There’s just the one in there. And I’m going to get fatter, so shut your mouth.” They share a sweet smile, both still stunned that this is finally happening for them. “I remember standing in a similar position to this just over a year ago,” continues Scully, fresh tears threatening to fall. Her tears still sometimes catch Mulder off guard, and he’s getting used to her mood swings. “…And you told me never to give up on a miracle.”

“I was right. See, I told you I’m always right.”

“I’ll give you this one.”

“She’s our little miracle Scully.”

“Or he.”

Mulder shakes his head. “I think it’s a girl. A little you.” He sounds so excited, and he has been since the moment he learned of her pregnancy. Earlier that afternoon, as they’d first laid eyes on the baby, he’d held Scully’s hand and wept too. There was no doubting that he wanted this child as much as his partner. Scully still isn’t sure how they’ve ended up here – when she’d first walked into the basement all those years ago, she never dreamed of this, of falling in love with her partner, settling down and having a family with him – but right now she knows she wouldn’t want to change it for anything.

“I hope you’re not disappointed when it’s a boy.” She’s joking of course, but Mulder sobers.

“I could never be disappointed in this baby Scully,” he replies earnestly, meaning every word. “She’s our little miracle.”

“She is.” Scully give a shaky sigh. “Let’s hope Skinner gets his miracle soon.”

The Emily Andras thing going around...

So I’ve been taking a stance on positivity which has been about 95% inspired by the Wynonna Earp fandom. For those that don’t know me, I’m not a positive person… like in any way, shape, or form. Life has abused, stomped, and destroyed most of the positivity out of me from birth and I was never really taught how to be positive so it’s been a battle of faking it till I make it and it more than always comes out as dark sarcasm. 

I want you to know that you 100% have the right to feel however you feel about Wynonna Earp and Emily Andras. If you don’t like the show or her, that’s fine. I don’t understand why, but you have the right to not like them. 

There have been a few posts surrounding Emily Andras and I feel like I should probably point a few things out but I’ll put it under a cut.

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Anton

It’s been a year. Part of me still can’t believe that Anton’s gone. I wanted to take a moment to just write about what I’m thinking and feeling right now as I look back on the past year and consider how much Anton affected my life, because the more I think about it, the more I realize how important he and his role as Chekov was, is, to me. Bear with me.

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riahchan  asked:

Letter found in an old notebook AU for Jon x Sansa

so, to begin with I’m sorry this is so late and secondly I’m sorry because I very loosely used the prompt for this little ficlet and I hope you still like it

Sansa could feel the tears pricking at her eyes as she turned in the gorgeous sapphire necklace in. She needed to get out of there. It would do no good to break down in public. She was on the steps when she heard Jon calling her name. Against her better judgement, she turned around to face him.

“So, I was just some means for you to write that stupid article? Tell me the truth” Jon’s voice sounded strained when he asked the question.

Sansa felt defensive especially after everything that had been revealed tonight. “Yeah, and I was a girl your siblings picked out in bar so you could win a fucking marketing campaign.”

“Just use it as a fun twist in your story. I’m sure you readers would eat that shit up” Jon’s tone was icy and it made Sansa put her guard up even further.

“What fantastic idea. Want to bet on it?” Sansa couldn’t help her retort. She knew it was a low blow, but she wanted to exit gracefully and lick her wounds in peace.

“You wanted to lose a guy in 10 days. Congrats you did just that Sansa” Jon turned and began heading back into the party.

Sansa could feel the tears falling as she watched his back before yelling at him “You can’t lose something you never had!”


Sansa felt unsteady as she faced Olenna Tyrell. The woman had always been good to her despite not allowing her to write what she was passionate about. She finally understood Olenna’s position since this was the top grossing fashion and lifestyle magazine.

“I thought you told me you were killing the story and resigning?” Olenna’s stern expression did not betray what she was thinking, but Sansa knew it couldn’t be anything warm.

Her resignation email had come before the party and unfortunately the party had changed things for her.

“I’m still quitting, but you’ve gone out of your way to help me in my career. I figured I had one last how to article I could turn in” Sansa handed the physical copy over knowing Olenna preferred to read that way versus reading from an email.

She shifted as she watched her former editor in chief reading her story. There was a chance she would reject the story and Sansa wouldn’t be able to do much about it.

“Are you sure you want to chase political chaos in Meereen? Because this is your best article yet” Olenna paused “I mean if you don’t want to be our how-to girl anymore I’m sure we can have you writing something else.”

“I appreciate the offer, but I need to do this. I’m passionate about what I’ll be writing about. You don’t want the girl who will burn out in a few years working for you.” Sansa could only hope she didn’t take offense to her rejection. The offer was more than kind, but it wasn’t right for her.

“Well, if anyone asks who encouraged you to spread your wing I hope you mention my name. I hope you find success wherever you choose to write.”


Jon knew his siblings were concerned about his brooding especially after he had launched such a successful campaign. He couldn’t help but feel bitter about using Sansa’s idea for the campaign and remembering nothing was real for them.

He saw Sam duck into his office with his old notebook. He had given it to Sam when Rhaegar offered to move him into different section of marketing within the company.

“I just thought I’d return this” Sam handed over the notebook before giving him a weird look.

“Just spit it out already Sam” Jon didn’t mean to snap, but he was just so tired of everything,

“I’m just surprised you are still taking care of that fern, but look I can’t have a discussion on plant care because I have a meeting in five minutes” Sam left the room hurriedly.

Jon looked over at the fern and Sam wasn’t wrong when he mentioned the plant was thriving. He truly should’ve thrown it out after the party. It was almost pathetic how he continued to water it and nurture it. No amount of watering would fix the damage with Sansa.

He grabbed the notebook and decided to flip through it. He needed to distract himself. Thinking about Sansa wouldn’t get him anywhere. A piece of paper fell out of the notebook.

When Jon saw that it was the how-to article Sansa had written he wanted to groan. He hadn’t expected Sam to take part in the scheming to read the article. His best friend had very little to say about the entire thing.

He was intrigued by what could have been written to sway Sam to involve himself in this whole debacle.

           I’ve lost the guy & I don’t know why and what went wrong seemed to be questions my closest girlfriends found themselves asking. This month’s column was inspired by those questions. I had decided I would find out by committing these dating faux pas, but what I didn’t realize was that I was making the biggest mistake of all.

Jon skimmed through the article. He had cringed when she mentioned the emotional roller coaster she had put him through and the references to what she had named his penis.

           Ladies, the truth of the matter is if he cares about you one iota it doesn’t matter what faux pas you do. He will do his best to work with it and make the relationship work. My only true regret on writing this article is that it made who I was with feel like my feelings were somehow less true.

       When I began this article, I had never intended to fall in love in 10 days, but I did. I lost him in 10 days too. The last piece of advice I will leave on this month’s column is to never let anyone feel like your love isn’t real. Tell them every day and chances are you won’t lose them in 10 days.

Jon began searching through his address book for Westeros Women’s HQ after reading the article. He couldn’t believe how much of an idiot he had been. He needed to see her. He needed to fix this distance between them.

Once he found the address he grabbed the fern and rushed out of the office barely stopping to tell his secretary that he would be out the rest of the afternoon.

His mind was blur as he navigated the crowded streets of King’s Landing. He was grateful he had chosen to ride his motorcycle today. He hastily parked it when he reached the HQ and rushed inside.

He knew he must look like a wreck based off the various looks the women working were shooting him. When he saw a familiar looking brunette he almost did a double take.

“You aren’t a therapist are you Dr. Poole?” Jon knew from whatever distressed noise she made that she wasn’t a true therapist. “Look, that doesn’t matter do you know where I can find Sansa?”

“She quit” Dr. Poole or whatever the hell her name was. He wasn’t even sure if she gave him her real name.

“What do you mean she quit? Do you know where I can find her?” Jon was practically pleading at the end of it.

“She left for Meereen this morning because she got picked up by a political newspaper. You’ve just missed her” Dr. Poole told him with an apologetic frown.

Jon wilted at her news. He would have to arrange time off with work, but he would book a flight to Meereen and fix things with Sansa.

“Actually, Sansa’s flight was delayed. As of three minutes ago, she was on Blackwater Bay Bridge stuck in standstill traffic” Margaery Tyrell interrupted.

Jon nodded his head and thanked them before rushing out.


Sansa sighed as the car seemed to only move a few inches. More than likely she would have to reschedule her flight yet again, but this time because of the insane traffic. At least her new editor, Tyrion Lannister, was much more lenient than Olenna Tyrell.

She looked at the sun setting and smiled. Despite her heart being broken with how things ended with Jon she knew she needed to pick up the pieces and pursue her dream.

Surprisingly, Olenna had been the one to recommend Sansa to Tyrion and he was on board with her Meereen story. She was finally going to be able to write about things she was passionate about.

Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard he driver cursing some lunatic driver. When she looked out her window she saw Jon and the fern she had given him strapped haphazardly to the back of his motorcycle.

She ignored the taxi driver’s questioning look when she got out of the taxi.

“What are you doing here Jon?” Sansa wasn’t sure her heart could take round two of the argument they had back at the party.

“This, is this true?” Jon held up her article. Part of her knew that he may eventually read her article, but part of her hoped it would at least have occurred after her heart had healed some.

She gave him a small nod because to say any different would be a lie. She feared what he would do know that he knew the depth of her feelings.

“Good because I don’t give a shit if you want to tell the world my dick is named Princess Jonquil or make me take care of a love fern. I just want you in my life because it was real for me too. I love you Sansa Stark” Jon told her before kissing her.

When they broke apart Sansa couldn’t help but ask, “What about my job in Meereen?”

“Go to Meereen. I can make arrangements with my father to telecommute for work. I may be a few weeks behind you, but I’ll be there if you’ll have me” Jon promised.

“I’ll have you” Sansa told him before kissing him again.

hands down, i’m too proud for love (but with eyes shut, it’s you i’m thinking of) also available on archive of our own <3

This weeks dose of fanfic pt.1

sorry for the wait guys, here are some fics that have been updated or posted from the month of august till now! :)

-September 

Die Young, Stay Pretty

Zayn is happy being a hairdresser who minds his own business; that is, until someone called “Liam” has to come in, dragging his friend on the back of a bet. And, really, Zayn didn’t stand a chance.

Do you have to let it linger?

“We’re married, I swear. It sounds crazy but we are. I was in 2020, and then I woke up back in 2010 and life is very different but there has to be a reason why I found you again, right? Please, listen to me.” Zayn pleads while Liam looks freaked out, “Uhh, sorry mate, but I don’t even know you, you must’ve gotten me wrong for some other bloke.”

between the past and future (we’ll find a forever)

❝ He feels like he isn’t doing it for Zayn anymore, because the interest in his mind starts building a tower for itself and he brings himself not to mind anymore. ❞or where Liam and Zayn fall in love over Bollywood-y things.

Start again

This last 18 months have all been about endings and not just temporary endings, permanent change and Liam just wants to feel like the ground isn’t quicksand under his feet anymore.A story where Liam’s parents head for Australia leaving him with no choice but to find a nanny to help him take care of Hannah. This is what happens next.

Swipe Right

Liam, 26
less than a mile away
“Daddy gets high, but daddy takes care of business"Or the one where zayn gets out of a relationship and decides to try out tinder and meets the one and only Liam Payne.

words will be just words till you bring them to life

He lived in a world where people are born inked with words forearms and wrists. Words that have meaning and reason. The first words your soulmate directs at you.
(Or alternatively, just another soulmate AU)

Tattoos and Superheros

Inspired by this tumblr post:
"AU where everyone is born with a very unique tattoo on their ankle, nobody else in the world has that tattoo. Every time you fall in love with someone, their tattoo appears somewhere else on your body. (not necessarily soulmates, just who you fall in love with)."Zayn Malik, who only has one tattoo on his body that wasn’t his own, and that was enough. He didn’t need anymore than that, it was difficult enough the first time.Liam Payne, the popstar who falls in love too easily, whose body is scattered with tattoos.So what happens when they meet and find a new tattoo on each of their bodies? I blame the Superhero Incident.

Pup Fiction

The lives of two dads, a baby, and a puppy intertwine in a (short) tale of giggling and yapping.–
It’s entertaining to the point of Zayn belatedly realising he’s no longer behind Liam. Instead, he now watches the adorable ‘massacre’ from Liam’s lap, soothed by a gentle warm hand on his back. Gentle circles on the small of his back underneath his shirt. This is certain to make him melt every time."It’s cute, but— we’re watching this 'cos…?”“Obvious, innit?” Liam grins, eyes crinkling up as his whole face lights up with excitement. “Alim’s getting his own dog."Well, Zayn can’t say he saw this one coming.
– Or the one where Zayn should learn how to say 'no’ to Liam.

Zayn, The wonder photographer

“you killed him..how could you do that? I thought we were brothers man.”

Thirst Has No Curfew

Zayn and Liam have a Halloween movie night, but an innocent night turns into something else.

They don’t know we know

Inspired by the Friends episode “The one where everyone finds out.”Liam and Zayn decide to see how long it takes the other boys to figure out they’re together, added to them not allowed to leave their hotel, turns into a battle to see who wins.They don’t know that we know that they know that we know.

I thank God you came (how many more days could I wait?)

Four years ago, Hawkeye saved the Black Widow. Now Zayn has to save Liam.

Zayn + Liam [Romeo and Juliet au]

Romeo and Juliet, their love story is one of the most told around the world, except, aren’t love stories supposed to end with happily ever afters?So what happens when Zayn Malik, son of one of the most well known and richest CEOs in London, falls in love with the son of his father’s rival, Liam Payne?Will their love story end like Romeo and Juliet’s, with poison and blood, or will theirs be different?

Just a four letter word

Zayn’s fine living in this world where love’s unspoken. Not allowed.Till he’s not.

The Money Maker

a fake relationship AU where Zayn struggles to hide his fond for Liam, and maybe–just maybe–Liam has the same problem with Zayn

Sink or swim

Zayn hates swimming pools. He has to go pick up his daughter from one, when he sees her swimming teacher, he may just forget how much he hates them.(a prompt fill from Tumblr for Single Dad/Teacher AU. and another exercise in how I can’t come up with titles for love nor money)

Cupcakes & Confessions

Ethan giggled at that, pressing his little fingers into Zayn’s beard. “Your kisses tickle, papa!”Zayn froze, his lips on the tip of Ethan’s nose. He and Liam had only been together a few months, and Ethan routinely called him ‘Zee’……so this? This was new.

Leave The Past Behind 

Apart from a failed relationship and a secret that he’s not sharing with anyone, Liam likes his orderly life just fine. Zayn hates people like Liam and when a chance encounter throws them together, neither of them are prepared for what follows.

Every Day With You

Liam and Zayn have been married for years, and have three beautiful sons. Liam works from home to take care of the house and the kids, while Zayn spends all of his time working. Dealing with an angsty teenager, a hyper 7 year old, and a quickly growing toddler (mostly) alone is dragging him down to a place he hasn’t been since before he and Zayn met. At least their dog is cute.

Let’s kiss a little instead

Zayn and Liam are the world’s best football players and they both play for opposite teams. Zayn had a hard time growing up and struggles a lot with anxiety and pressure problems and he hates Liam for always being cool and chill and perfect. So when the two rivals finally meet, things go down a completely different road than Zayn had expected.

Temporary Fix

Liam’s boyfriend recently broke up with her and Zayn decides to have a girls night in… just one tender touch leads to a passionate night and Liam can’t help but wonder if this temporary fix can solve her heartache.

Begin Again

Zayn watches Liam everyday on the bus, he has a sketch pad full of drawings, half written songs about the boy with the brown eyes but absolutely no desire to get his heart broken again.

Nobody Compares

N/A

I don’t want to be without you anymore

They broke up. He’s broken.

Wingman

In which Liam’s girlfriend of 2 years breaks up with him, leaving him an absolute pathetic, wreck, so his friends [Niall, Harry, Louis, and Zayn] take it upon themselves to take him out to a club after weeks of solitude.While they’re there, Zayn unknowingly helps Liam hook up with a girl, which results in Liam begging Zayn to be his wingman and help him hook up with anyone he deems worthy.Zayn agrees [sort of], but unbeknownst to Liam, there’s just a faint problem.Zayn is helplessly, irrevocably, and unbelievably in love with Liam.

Shades of Blue

The moment the sentence drops on the table he notices the way Liam starts to shake before he’s looking into his eyes with this incredulous look on his face. “You’d want that?” He heaves out his tone almost bewildered.
Zayn just grabs his fingers under the table and presses. “If I didn’t – you’d know by now I wouldn’t have stuck around.”
“But you’re so – I don’t really know how to put it – just –”
“Shush it.” He orders maybe a bit too harshly. “You’re one of the best things that have entered my life since she left it. Kiss me.”
He watches as Liam’s eyes divert towards the girls lost in the tablet Liam handed Vi in the car. “Kiss me.” He says again. “From the look of them, they’ll be just fine with the news.”

I Like the Color Red, So I Let It Bleed

(Or the one where Zayn is not interested in thinking about the consequences of making Liam his).

We Are The Worst

Liam and Zayn meet up on Grindr and screw it up the first time. Niall wants to rectify that.

Never Gonna Wanna Let Me Go

Zayn Malik is one of the highest paid escorts in London. He’s good at his job, he knows this. But it’s not his chosen field, it’s easy money so he can have a chance to pursue his chosen field without becoming homeless. His employer Caroline has many rules to keep him safe but Zayn only has one ‘Don’t Get Attached’. Of course, there was always going to be one, the guy who would come in to the picture and make Zayn’s easy job almost impossible.

Guess I always push my luck when I’m with you 

the Tinder AU nobody asked for. 

When I’m with you

They’ve been pushing their luck since the day they met, difference is they do it together.This is canon but of course AU. The lead up to the kiss in 2014 at the NRJs.

amentation (MCD)

What is grief? In technical terms, it is a multifaceted response to loss, particularly to the loss of someone or something that has died, to which a bond or affection was formed. Although conventionally focused on the emotional response to loss, it also has physical, cognitive, behavioral, social, and philosophical dimensions. My mum likes to say that grief is the invisible anchor that has kept me in my bed, too weary to properly function. Grief is what cause people to look at me strangely when I suddenly can’t breathe because I saw something that forced me to think of him. It shouldn’t be this hard. He was just a boy. A boy with freckled cheeks that crinkled by his eyes every time his frown that would curve upwards and instantly have everyone surrounding him grinning too. To me, grief had very little similiarities to what I have been going through since the day his mum called mine with news that would change my life forever.

Impaired

Liam’s been blind since he’s eight, and he’s now twenty three. Zayn’s a painter who plays his music too loud, and always wears a collogne that sticks in the hallways. Liam has an imaginative mind, and Zayn has the brushes to paint it. They help each other out.

Counterpoint

Zayn and Liam are two complicated and slightly dysfunctional people trying to craft an uncomplicated and functional relationship.

Happily

Basically, I wrote this for the first round of the 1D Lyric Wheel on tumblr.
I got Happily and it ends up with poor Liam getting drunk because Zayn goes on a date with someone else.

We came all this way (but now comes the day to bid you farewell)

my angsty take on the "come on then, come on” kiss.

Let’s Be Alone Together

maybe in the end it doesn’t matter so much where you end up, as long as you aren’t alone.

My Bestfriend’s Wedding

Zayn’s getting married.

so come on give me a taste

Liam gets really drunk and when he’s drunk he gets horny.

this dawn monologue

for the first time in a while, zayn allows himself to crumble.

Beyond the sea

This story is played in the mid 19th.. Zayn, Louis and Niall are pirate friends and their captain is Louis. Harry is a British nobleman who will join in by a few chapters.. And the major character is Liam, the captain of a birtish navy ship.
All of them will eventually get together, with Some accidents..

a solid thousand percent

ziam coffee shop au.

chasing something in the night

Another drabble from the SPN universe. I have so many head canons. So many.

sequel  from we’re riding out tonight to case the promised land

A Pirate’s Love for me

In the early 19th century, The two most prestigious packs of London, the Paynes and Maliks hate each other guts. So The Alpha king, who was mostly a peaceful man decided to have an end to this feud by tying an Alpha with an omega of the other pack. Once this agreement achieved the couple would get a tempting prize, but would the two families allow the chosen couple to have some peace?

Tumblr - Girl (Part 8)

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Part 1
Masterlist

Pairing: Misha Collins x reader
Summary: answer time
Word Count: 2.148
Warnings: it’s a quite smooth one, parts of a panic attack, mental illness, maybe parts of implied rape

Notes: it’s been some time, but here it is, part 8! Woho..
it’s a quite smooth one, but I hope you like it in spite of that.

As always loads of love and thanks to my precious beta @sinceriouslyamellpadalecki you are truly wonderful! Thanks so much!

Enough talk, enjoy Part 8. :)



Mishas POV

With some new energy the text gave me I mastered the rest of the convention, the panels flew by and soon it was time for the closing ceremony and with the knowledge of Y/N being okay I could enjoy the whole day. I had a smile tugged on my face and when the whole convention sang “Carry on my wayward son” together I got goose bumps. From time to time I saw Jensen looking at me, and smiling, sometimes I met his gaze and he seemed truly content with the situation.

After the convention ended, I went to my room, there were two more hours left before our drivers picked you up for the flight back to Vancouver. I first packed all my things to my carry-on bag, I never brought much stuff with me to a convention weekend, then I lied down on the bed, took my phone out to make some notes on my answer, which I wanted to do later, but then I saw there were a few messages from the cast:

 Rob (5 min ago): Hey buddies, what about some farewell-drinks? In 10min in the Lobby? Dick&Rob

 Jared (3 min ago): Mish, are you joining for some drinks?

 Jensen (2 min ago): Are you in your room? I’m on my way to you before good-bye drinks. :)

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After Errands - Kentin x Candy

Requested by @brendinhascuti


It had been a long day for Kentin and Candy. They had spent the whole day running around and helping each other with the various errands their parents had sent them on. Now Candy was ‘resting her eyes’ while sitting on Kentin’s lap in her living room.

In all honesty, Kentin hadn’t started the day with any errands that he had to do. But when Candy called asking him to join him, he couldn’t stop himself from saying that he had things he needed to do as well and thus they could get it done together and make a fun day out of it.

As it turns out, making up errands wasn’t nearly as difficult that Kentin had originally thought it would be. All he had to do was think about the things he always heard his parents complaining about and do it for them. With a series of texts, not only had he been able to extend his day with Candy while also winning brownie points with his parents.

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300+ RP Starters Inspired by My Favorite Animated Movies

//I felt inspired after re-watching some of my all-time favorite movies that i used to watch almost everyday when i was a kid, so here it is: a list of short starters inspired by Balto and Anastasia!

Edit: This was a mistake. I repeat, this was a mistake. Kids, do not attempt this at home. Do not spend hours making a silly starter list that will eat you alive and cause tumblr to crash twice cries i need a movie and a blanket bye

  • “It’s been so long since my last visit…”
  • “Years and years ago, way before you were born.”
  • “We’re in the middle of nowhere!”
  • “We’re in the middle of New York City!”
  • “You’re gonna make yourself tired walking so long.”
  • “What are we looking for, anyway?”
  • “What place is that?”
  • “It was snowing hard.”
  • “We’re not gonna make it!”
  • “Three mile marker!”
  • “Get your slobbering mouth off me!”
  • “We can cut around the back and catch the end of the race.”
  • “No, no, no! I’m…a delicate, country bird. I hate going into town!”
  • “Come on, what’s the worst that can happen?”
  • “Why do I let you talk me into these things?”
  • “Bring that back, you thief!”
  • “Come on, we don’t want to miss the finish.”
  • “Woah, that would be a tragedy.”
  • “I was being sarcastic.”
  • “Okay, you can open your eyes now.”
  • “When will you learn to stay on the sidelines?”
  • “Well, now you’ve hurt his feelings!”
  • “There are some things I cannot do for you. I’m me ..not Cupid.”
  • “Didn’t make the team?”
  • “Don’t listen to him…don’t look at him. Live a long life.”
  • “Just leave him out of this!”
  • “You’re… taking care of me?”
  • “Don’t thank me.”
  • “No hugging.”
  • “What are you talkin’ about? Of course he’s glad to see us. He loves us.”
  • “Race you to the shore, one two three go!”
  • “What, more whimpering? Between you and [insert name] is like Dostoyevski novel around here. Lighten up!”
  • “And what is so interesting?”
  • “Nah…she’s not my type.”
  • “Look, uh, it’s just a shot in the dark, but I was wondering if ah, I dunno, maybe you’d like to go…chase a few sticks by moonlight?”
  • “In a hospital? Why?”
  • “ I have the keys to the city”
  • “Stay close.”
  • “Gloomy? You kiddin’? It’s the most beautiful spot in the world! People travel for years just to be right here.”
  • “Well I have another blanket for you right here, you just stay warm and get some rest.”
  • “I didn;t mean to upset you.”
  • “Racing in a spectator sport, it requires very little preparation! You sit, you arrange refreshments. You like potato chip?”
  • “You said what?!?”
  • “First of all, get it through your head that they wouldn’t put you in a sled team even if you did win, which won’t happen and if it did it wouldn’t matter!”
  • “Did you ever think that maybe you’re the reason geese fly south?”
  • “ If only your feet were as fast as your mouth.”
  • “Luck? I don’t wish you luck, I wish you SENSE!”
  • “Good luck, kiddo.”
  • “You’re even more mixed up than I thought.”
  • “You see those teeth?”
  • “I am not lost!”
  • “They missed their second checkpoint. They’re off the trail.”
  • “We’re going to lose them.”
  • “Don’t go crazy on me now!”
  • “This is foolishness! You will die like a dog!” 
  • “ You will be frozen stiff by morning! When you are big frozen stiff statue named [insert character name], don’t come running to me!”
  • “Yes! Yes, count us in!”
  • “Wait a minute… Now you’re coming?”
  • “Spending days in bitter cold, facing wild animals, risking death from exposure? Heh heh heh heh! Is like holiday in Old Country.”
  • “Good, you took on the roughest, toughest, meanest tree in the forest… and you won. Hmph!”
  • “I’m marking the trail.”
  • “He’s marking our trail. He’s very clever.”
  • “And here I’ve been dropping bread crumbs.”
  • “Boy, is he lost.”
  • “We’re going in circles!”
  • “I know what I’m doing! It’s…this way! Come on!”
  • “Oww! I hit my head on somethin’.”
  • “Yeah, my head.”
  • “Is that your answer to all problems? Motion?”
  • “I don’t see them!”
  • “Come to life, come to life…BREATHE! Come on…”
  • “Is-he-gonna-be-okay-is-he-gonna-be-okay-coz-he’s-not-breathing-he-doesn’t-look-very-well– Stop hitting him!”
  • “Look, a message came through, we have to take the mountain trail.”
  • “ I’m beginning to see there isn’t anything you can’t do.”
  • “I’m seeing a few things too…and it’s making the ice melt…”
  • “I HATE BEARS!”
  • “You oughta learn how to swim someday…”
  • “You’re going on alone?”
  • “Won’t be the first time.”
  • “I do not like leaving you out here alone! Who’s going to tell you how cold you are?”
  • “Maybe we should listen to him.”
  • “Since when do you need a pedigree to help someone?”
  • “I… don’t want to fight.”
  • “That can’t be legal.”
  • “Hey! Hey! Goin’… too… fast!”
  • “Well…he’s tracking them.”
  • “You’re alive! You’re back! Where ya been? Are ya okay?”
  • “Yeah, what happened to you?”
  • “You know he… he just wanted so much to be a hero in your eyes.”
  • “He couldn’t see the patch of ice…the snow, the wind…and then the log…sniff…and the cliff, well he just didn’t have a chan-… He just… I’m sorry… ”
  • “He… made me promise to take… care of you”
  • “You’re lying.”
  • “Oh great, things are not bad enough! Now we got wolves!”
  • “That’s the most amazing, the most fantastic, that is the most incredible, that’s the most phenomenal, I… I never…”
  • “I can explain.”
  • “Steady there, steady.”
  • “Easy now, that’s had a long journey.”
  • “He’s gonna be okay.”
  • “There’s someone who wants to see you.”
  • “I fell asleep.”
  • “They should build a statue of him!”
  • “ Maybe, with practice… a lot of practice.”
  • For me?! Is it a jewelry box?!”
  • “Pretend that it’s me singing.”
  • “But I am your confidante.”
  • “My music box!”
  • “Keep up with me, darling!”
  • “I never saw her again.”
  • “My underwear got frozen standing here all week!”
  • “Thank goodness for the gossip that gets us through the day!”
  • “Have you heard what they’re saying on the street?”
  • “It’s a rumor that’s part of our history.”
  • “I’ve got my part done.”
  • “It could be worth a fortune if it belonged to her.”
  • “Everything is going according to the plan.”
  • “We’ll have three tickets out of here.”
  • “Who else could pull it off but you and me?”
  • “We’ll be rich!”
  • “ I got you a job in the fish factory.”
  • “You go straight down this path till you get to the fork in the road, then go left.”
  • “Are you listening?”
  • “You’ve been a thorn in my side since you were brought here.”
  • “And for the last ten years I’ve fed you, I’ve clothed you. I’ve kept a roof over your head–”
  • “How is it you don’t have a clue as to who you were before you came to us but you can remember all that?”
  • “So, you want to go to France to find your family, huh?”
  • “It’s time to take your place in life.”
  • “And be grateful too.”
  • “I am grateful. Grateful to get away!”
  • “Well, I know what’s to the left.”
  • “But if I go right…”
  • “Send me a sign, a hint, anything.”
  • “I don’t have time to play right now.”
  • “I’m waiting for a sign.”
  • “Would you please leave me alone?”
  • “I can take a hint.”
  • “Heart, don’t fail me now.”
  • “Don’t turn back now that we’re here.”
  • “People always say life is full of choices.”
  • “No one ever mentions fear.”
  • “I know someone’s waiting.”
  • “Years of dreams just can’t be wrong.”
  • “One step at a time.”
  • “One hope, then another.”
  • “Who knows where this road may go?”
  • “One ticket to Paris please.”
  • “No exit visa, no ticket.”
  • “Where can I find him?”
  • “At the old palace, but you didn’t hear it from me.”
  • “And I look like a princess, and I dance like a feather.”
  • “Next please!”
  • “We’ll find her. She’s here somewhere, right under our noses.”
  • “Do you know where that is?”
  • “Did you hear something?”
  • “Anybody home?”
  • “This place is… it’s like a memory from a dream.”
  • “I almost remember.”
  • “What are you doing in here!”
  • “Stop stop stop stop stop stop. Hold on a minute.”
  • ”How did you get in here?”
  • “Excuse me child.”
  • “Do you see what I see?”
  • “Perhaps. Depends on who’s asking.”
  • “I need travel papers.”
  • “Look, I know it’s strange, but I don’t remember. I have very few memories of my past.”
  • “You do kind of resemble her/him.”
  • “Are you trying to tell me that you think I am the grand duchess?”
  • “Ever thought about the possibility?”
  • “I could be royalty?”
  • “Why didn’t you tell her about our brilliant plan?”
  • “I’m telling you, we’re walking away too soon.”
  • “I got it under control.”
  • “Walk a little slower.”
  • “Three… Two… One…”
  • “Did you call me?”
  • “It’s all just an honest mistake.”
  • “Sounds plausible.”
  • “Either way, it gets you to Paris.”
  • “The dog stays.”
  • “What are you talking about, the dog goes.”
  • “The dog does not go.”
  • “I say he’s going.”
  • “I’m allergic to dogs.”
  • “Am I right my friend?”
  • “Enough already with the glowing and the smoke people!”
  • “Just leave the dog.”
  • “I am not leaving the dog.”
  • “Come, we’ve got a train to catch.”
  • “Who dares intrude on my solitude?”
  • “Get out! Get out! OUT!”
  • “Is that you?”
  • “Something’s happened.”
  • “I knew it!”
  • “Yeah, ain’t that a kick in the head!”
  • “I guess a curse just ain’t what it used to be, huh?”
  • “I’m stuck here in limbo!”
  • “Look at me. I’m falling apart. I’m a wreck.”
  • “Is this the face of someone who would lie to you?”
  • “Come on, for a minute there, you had your old spark back!”
  • “What, you mean this old thing?”
  • “Where did you get that?”
  • “Alright, alright. Don’t get so grabby.”
  • “Terror’s the least I can do.”
  • “Stop fiddling with that thing!”
  • “I make it my business to know.”
  • “Look, I’m just trying to help, alright?”
  • “Do you really think I’m royalty?”
  • “Stop bossing me around!”
  • “Look, I think we got off on the wrong foot.”
  • “Apology? Who said anything about an apology?”
  • “Don’t talk anymore, okay? It’s only gonna upset me.”
  • “You think you’re gonna miss it?”
  • “What is it with you and homes?”
  • “Thank goodness it’s you. Just please remove him from my sight.”
  • “What have you done to her?”
  • “I was just trying to have a simple conversation.”
  • “Attraction? To that skinny little brat … have you lost your mind?”
  • “I was only asking a simple question.”
  • “How rude.”
  • “I propose we get off this train.”
  • “Sorry, I thought you were someone else.”
  • “I think you broke my nose!”
  • “We’ll freeze in here.”
  • “Get off of me!
  • “I think someone has flambaed our engine.”
  • “We’re going way too fast.”
  • “After you.”
  • “Come on, I need a wrench, an ax, anything!”
  • “Come on, there’s gotta be something in there better than this.”
  • “What do they teach you in those orphanages?”
  • “You were saying?”
  • “Give me a hand with this.”
  • “If we live through this, remind me to thank you.”
  • “Here goes nothing.”
  • “Well, this is my stop.”
  • “I hate trains. Remind me never to get on a train again.”
  • “Wow, hey take it easy there.”
  • “You know, really you should watch your blood pressure.”
  • “Ah, you’re right. It’s very upsetting.”
  • “You idiot!”
  • “What are you muttering about?”
  • “Nobody ever told me I had to prove it!”
  • “Show up – yes. Look nice? Fine. But lie?!”
  • “You don’t know it’s a lie. What if it’s true?”
  • “I just thought this was something you had to see through to the end no matter what.”
  • “You’d behave when your father gave that look.”
  • “What happens now?”
  • “If I can learn to do it, you can learn to do it.”
  • “Follow in my footsteps, shoe by shoe.”
  • “I hear he’s gotten very fat..”
  • “Here, I bought you a dress.”
  • “That dress is really beautiful.”
  • “I’m feeling a little dizzy.”
  • “Maybe we should stop.”
  • “Pretty jewelry box, isn’t it?’
  • “Are you sure that’s what it is?”
  • “Anything’s possible.”
  • “Hello, sunshine.”
  • “Come into the water!”
  • “It was a nightmare. It’s alright, you’re safe now.”
  • “I am calm.”
  • “I am heartless. I have no feelings whatsoever.”
  • “I feel a sudden onset of clarity.”
  • “You know what they say. If you want something done right…”
  • “We won’t be fooled next time.”
  • “My heart can’t take it anymore.”
  • “That’s why you’ve got me.”
  • “Well this is unexpected.”
  • “You hear that? You did it!”
  • “I refuse to budge till an answer occurs to you.”
  • “Do you like the Russian Ballet?”
  • “Here, have a flower on me.”
  • “Forget where you’re from.”
  • “Come dance through the night!”
  • “We don’t have anything to be nervous about.”
  • “Princesses don’t marry kitchen boys.”
  • “We’re going to go through with this as if nothing has changed.”
  • “You’ve got to tell her.”
  • “Everything’s gonna be fine.”
  • “Come on, I guess it’s time.”
  • “Relax, you’re gonna do great.”
  • “Look, we’ve been through a lot together…”
  • “I intend you no harm.”
  • “Wait, don’t go, please! If you’ll just hear me out!”
  • “No, it’s not that, it’s not what you think.”
  • “How much pain will you inflict on an old woman for money?”
  • “It was all a lie, wasn’t it?”
  • “ No, no, no, no look it may have started out that way… but everything’s different now.”
  • “Stop it! From the very beginning you lied… and I not only believed you, I, I actually..”
  • “I don’t want to hear about anything I said or remembered! You just leave me alone!”
  • “You have to know the truth.”
  • “Stop this car immediately.”
  • “You’ll stop at nothing, will you?”
  • “I’m probably about as stubborn as you are.”
  • “What happened to the party idea?”
  • “Forget the girl!”
  • “I remember now, how much I loved them.”
  • “You sent for me?”
  • “You were the boy, weren’t you?”
  • “Why the change of mind?”
  • “Trust me, this is the only thing I’m doing right.”
  • “I can’t stay. I don’t belong here.”
  • “You’re next.”
  • “You’re on your own.”
  • “This can only end in tears.”
  • “I’m not afraid of you.”
  • “You can thank me later.”
  • “You’ll get a kick out of this!”
  • “Right, I couldn’t have aid it better myself!”
  • “They’ve eloped. Isn’t it romantic?”
  • “It’s a perfect beginning.”

anonymous asked:

minpuffs(.)tumblr(.)com/post/142590218978/au-where-photography-major-jeon-jungkook-comes have you seen this? I thought it could inspire you since I saw this and the first thing I thought of was my favourite writer which is you ♥♥

((i tried my best. it’s kinda unfinished but i thought it would be best to leave it that way idk))

((link to ming’s thing))

the way you move 

“What kind of a theme is ‘beauty’ anyways?” Jungkook grumbles. Yoongi hops up onto the raised ledge of the water fountain.

“I’d say it’s a good one,” Yoongi says. “It’s versatile. You can take pictures of the sky, of flowers, of puppies, whatever the fuck you want.”

“That’s too mainstream,” Jungkook says. “That’s what she doesn’t want me to take pictures of. It’s a trick, hyung.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes. “Okay, genius photographer Jeon Jungkook. What do you propose is not mainstream and worthy of your camera?”

Jungkook sighs. “That’s the problem. I have no idea.” He slumps and Yoongi stops.

“Hey,” he says carefully, pulling Jungkook to sit on the fountain next to him. “You’re too young to have already burnt out. It’s just a block. You’ll find something.”

“I haven’t taken anything good in weeks,” Jungkook says forlornly.

“Aren’t you still getting straight As? You even won that photography competition award a few weeks ago.”

“Technically, my pictures are fine, hyung. Golden ratio, rule of thirds, leading lines, whatever. But nothing speaks to me, hyung. Everything I photograph is so…boring.” Jungkook scrubs roughly at his face with his hands. “It’s my final project, hyung. And I don’t even know what I’m doing.”

And that’s a feeling Jungkook hates. Especially since he hasn’t had it since he’d picked up his grandfather’s DSLR in his tiny hands when he was seven years old, struggling to fit his tiny fingers over its body to find the shutter.

“Look kid,” Yoongi says. “No use worrying right now. You’ve got time to find some inspiration.”

“I guess,” Jungkook mumbles, hands fiddling over the camera hanging around his neck, smoothing careful fingers over the black finish.

“C’mon, no use moping,” Yoongi says. “I’m going to go see a friend. Why don’t you come with me?”

“Yoongi!”

“Where’s the hyung attached to that, you lil brat.”

“I’ll call you hyung when you stop being cute.”

“Being what? I’ll cut you, Jung Hoseok, don’t test me.”

“Yes, yes. Ooh! Who’s this?”

Jungkook swallows under the other boy’s curious stare. “I’m uh…”

“It’s Jungkook. The kid I’ve been telling you about. He’s also a photography major.”

“Ohhh. The genius one?”

“Yeah. But don’t say it to his face. Punks shouldn’t get big egos so soon.” Yoongi shoots Jungkook a lopsided grin that says he hadn’t meant it.

“I’m Jung Hoseok,” the boy tells him. “Dance major, emphasis in hip hop and street dance. Nice to meet you. Welcome to the dance part of the school of arts.”

“Ah…thanks…glad…to be here?”

“Oh he’s cute,” Hoseok half-says, half-squeals. “You should’ve introduced us sooner, Yoongi!”

“It’s hyung. And I wasn’t gonna introduce you because you’re always so – “

Jungkook tunes out as the two get lost in conversation. Instead, he looks around. The dance studio they found Hoseok in is incredibly large, enough for groups of dancers to work on their routines in different parts of the room without bothering another group. He watches a group of boys practice break dancing and winces when one of them attempts a move only to crash down.

Maybe if his theme had been endurance, he thinks, as he watches the boy get back up and try again.

Endurance or sacrifice or passion or –

Beauty.

He’s in the middle of a pirouette when Jungkook sees him. Body elongated, soft but firm, strong but delicate. Jungkook licks his lips and reaches for his camera. God, he should really get a test shot first. What kind of exposure? What lens? What focus? But there’s no time for that, he’s gotta get it now, now, now before the feeling fades away, that urge to take a picture because he wants to keep the image forever, preserve it like a little time capsule on film.

It’s with shaking fingers, from excitement and god Jungkook has not felt this in a while, that Jungkook lifts his camera to his face, eye finding the viewfinder and –

Click.

He’s got it. He’s got it, he’s got it, he’s got it. Jungkook lowers the camera to check the screen. It’s perfect. He’s caught the dancer mid-turn, hair flowing around him like a soft orange halo, leg extended, the delicacy, the elegance, the –

Jungkook looks up only to see that the dancer has stopped.

And is staring.

Right.

At.

Him.

Jungkook stares back, a flush already building up across his neck as he opens his mouth soundlessly. To say what? An apology, an explanation, what?

“Jungkook, are you listening?” A hand comes down heavily upon his shoulder and Jungkook startles violently, dropping his camera which bumps into his chest, still strapped around his neck. It’s what it’s there for because Jungkook’s easily skittish.

“Wh-What?” Jungkook asks quickly, eyes turning to Yoongi, grateful for an excuse to break eye contact with the dancer. Yoongi gives him a weird look.

“I was telling Hoseok about your theme and he says if you want, that you could do it on a dance major maybe. They’re always looking for people to record them or photograph them for their portfolios.”

“A dancer?” Jungkook echoes.

“Yeah,” Hoseok grins. “I mean Yoongi was telling me about how nature’s beauty is too mainstream for you so maybe dancers are a bit too mainstream for you too but –

“No!” Jungkook blurts and Hoseok stops mid-sentence, blinking at him. Yoongi’s giving him a weird look too. “I mean – dancers. Yeah. Sounds good.”

“Who are you and what have you done with Jeon Jungkook?” Yoongi asks suspiciously. “I thought I’d have to convince you way more than this. You hate taking ideas from other people.”

“No I don’t,” Jungkook defends even though Yoongi’s absolutely right. Jungkook is terrible at taking suggestions, always wanting to go his own way. The way Yoongi is looking at him tells him that Yoongi isn’t taking any of his bullshit. “I mean – “

“Oh Jiminnie! C’mere!”

Jungkook turns just in time to see Hoseok pull a head of fluffy orange hair into a headlock.

Orange hair?

“Hyung, stop it!” The dancer whines, squirming in Hoseok’s hold. Hoseok gives him one more hair ruffle before letting him go and the dancer straightens with a huff, lips pushing into a pout. When he looks up though, he locks eyes with Jungkook whose breath hitches because god, he’s gorgeous. “You,” he says and his voice is soft and slightly confused. “You took a picture of me.”

“He did?” Yoongi asks incredulously. He turns to Jungkook. “You. Jeon Jungkook. Decided to lift your camera.” Yoongi’s look turns to one of teasing as he surveys Jungkook who touches his ear before wincing. Like Yoongi hadn’t already picked up on that nervous habit years ago. “Interesting.”

Jungkook pointedly avoids his gaze. The blush is beginning to come back full force. “I– I just – “

“Relax,” the dancer says. “I’m not mad. Just… a little surprised, is all.” He extends a hand to Jungkook. “I’m Park Jimin, dance major, emphasis in contemporary.”

Jungkook takes it with a sense of numbness and not-quite-processed-ness. “Jeon Jungkook,” he says, surprisingly calmly because all he can think of is how soft and small Jimin’s hand is. “Photography major.”

“Explains the camera and you taking a picture of me I guess,” Jimin says. “Well no,” Jimin amends after a moment. “It explains the camera. But why of me?”

Jungkook goes rigid. “It — it was just – a good shot. You looked good so I – wanted to take a picture.” He stares in embarrassed silence at Jimin who stares back at him for a moment before bursting into laughter.

The sound is so pretty. Jungkook’s fairly sure this is what fairies sound like when they laugh.

“Thank you,” Jimin giggles and he raises a hand to muffle them. Jungkook wishes he hadn’t. “May I see?” He moves closer but Jungkook takes a step back.

“No,” he says, and Jimin looks confused. “It’s – it’s not good.” That’s a lie. It is good. Jungkook’s seen it. The composition is there, the technique, the focus. The first time he’d seen it, all he’d thought was that it’d been perfect. Jungkook had taken the perfect picture. But now, seeing Jimin up close and personal, Jungkook realizes just how poor the photo is in comparison to the real thing. Only a mere shadow. Incomparable.

“It isn’t?” Yoongi asks dryly. Jungkook starts a bit, having forgotten he was still there. “The class’s most talented photographer Jeon Jungkook took the time to lift his camera, take a picture, and it’s not good?”

“Shut up,” Jungkook mumbles. He fiddles nervously with the lens. “It…it just isn’t.”

Yoongi seems to sense that Jungkook’s not in the mood for teasing and doesn’t push it.

“Most talented photographer?” Jimin asks, breaking the tense silence between Yoongi and Jungkook.

“It’s nothing,” Jungkook says quickly, giving Yoongi a look that says not to say anything. “I just get good grades in my classes, that’s all. I’m nothing special.” He licks his lips nervously. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Yoongi roll his eyes. “Would you – um – “ he grapples for his courage. “I need a model. For my project. And um – when you dance – um – you look –.” He tries to find the right words. Gorgeous? Amazing? Otherworldly? That feeling you get when the shutter clicks just right and the lines and the angles line up and perfect, perfect, perfect, you look perfect.

“Perfect?” Jimin mumbles, cheeks pinking, and it takes Jungkook a minute to realize he’d said it out loud. “No. I’m nowhere near perfect. Maybe it’s better you didn’t show me the pirouette picture. God, it must’ve been a mess. I think my passé was really off and I wobble a lot because after a few turns, my spotting gets off and –“

“It was perfect,” Jungkook says decisively and Jimin stops talking, looking at Jungkook with a mix of shyness and confusion. “I’d really like it if you’d be my model.”

Jimin’s cheeks pink even further and Jungkook has to clutch the fabric of his pants to keep them from picking up his camera and shooting another picture.

“Okay,” Jimin says. “I can do that.”

“Guess you finally found some inspiration for your project?” Yoongi asks as they trudge back from the studio after saying goodbye to Jimin and Hoseok. Jungkook doesn’t look up from where he’s thumbing through the photos on his camera to get to the most recent one. “Is that…dude.” Yoongi stops walking to peer over Jungkook’s arm. “Dude. That’s really good. Why did you tell Jimin it sucked?”

“It wasn’t good enough,” Jungkook says. Frustration leaks into his voice and Yoongi catches it, eyeing Jungkook warily.

“Jungkook…?”

“It’s nothing, hyung,” Jungkook says, sliding the camera screen closed. “Let’s go eat.”

“Sorry everything’s a bit hectic,” Jimin says apologetically. “This is one of the first rehearsals so you’re probably not going to get anything interesting. The choreography’s still…not in place just yet.”

Jungkook waves a hand. “Don’t worry,” he says. “I’ll figure it out.”

Jimin rubs his hair sheepishly. “I don’t know, I just feel kinda bad. Maybe I shouldn’t have – “

“I’ll find something to photograph,” Jungkook says firmly, cutting him off. He grins at Jimin. “I find you very photogenic.” It’s not a lie. Jungkook has itched to take pictures of everything Jimin’s done since the moment he’d stepped into the studio and Jimin had come up to him, practically glowing under the studio lights.

“I’m sure you will,” Jimin laughs. “I’m just gonna go stretch. Some of the more experienced dancers are over there pract – “

“I want to photograph you,” Jungkook says and Jimin stops mid-sentence, eyes widening at Jungkook before a faint blush appears across his cheeks. “I asked you to be my subject. Not them.” Jungkook isn’t interested, isn’t captivated by them like he is Jimin.

“R-right,” Jimin says, flustered. “Um. Well, okay. Um.”

“Relax,” Jungkook says, hefting his camera in one hand. Jimin still looks a bit unsure and Jungkook wraps his other hand around Jimin’s, rubbing circles along the knuckles. Jimin looks at him in surprise and back down to his hand in Jungkook’s but doesn’t pull away. “Just do what you normally do. Leave the rest to me.”

Jungkook returns home with three memory cards full of photos and a brain seared full of images of Jimin’s elegant limbs elongated in dance and Jimin’s sunshine-bright smile.

“Why won’t you let me see?” Jimin whines as he gets up on his tippy toes, trying to reach for the camera. As he does, his shirt rides up a bit, exposing an expanse of smooth tummy. Jungkook greedily drinks it in with his eyes. 

“No,” Jungkook says, eyes glinting with amusement as he holds the camera high out of Jimin’s reach. 

Jimin falls back onto his heels with a huff. “You know I know you’re taking like a million pictures of me all the time. Even when I’m not dancing. Why aren’t I allowed to see them?” 

“I have to sort through them and get them developed. The ones you see on the viewfinder will be low quality. I want you to see them when they’re at their best.”

“They’re just pictures,” Jimin grumbles. “I’m okay with seeing them in low quality.”

Jungkook shakes his head. “When you dance, Jimin, it’s amazing. So the pictures I show you of it have to be equally amazing.” 

Jimin bites his lip, a pleased flush rising to his cheeks even as he tries to play it cool. “Whatever. Fine. Don’t show me then.” 

Jungkook grins. “Great. You have rehearsal in an hour you said?”

“Mhmm,” Jimin says. The wind blows some hair into his eyes and he raises a hand to brush him away.

Jungkook reaches for his camera.

Click.

Jimin looks at him flatly. “Another one? I just brushed my hair out of my eyes. What’s so worthy of photographing there?”

Jungkook just grins at him. “I thought it was a good shot.”

Jimin rolls his eyes. “Everything is a good shot for you apparently.”

“No,” Jungkook says, clicking through the buttons on his camera. “Just you.”

“Y-you can’t just say things like that.”

Jungkook looks up. Jimin’s flushing, pink climbing delicately up his neck up to his cheeks.

“Why not?” He asks. Click.

Jimin doesn’t say anything this time, just lets Jungkook take pictures as he pleases.

“God, Professor Kim’s class is always nuts,” Yoongi groans as he and Jungkook walk back to Jungkook’s apartment to get some homework done.

“He just won’t let you sleep in class, hyung,” Jungkook teases and Yoongi huffs.

“Well, it’d help if his lectures weren’t – woah.”

“Hm?” Jungkook asks as he drops his bag in the corner and toes off his shoes. “You want anything to drink?”

Yoongi ignores his question. “How many pictures of Jimin do you have?”

Jungkook ducks back into the living room and sees Yoongi staring at the clotheslines strung across the room, clipped with rows upon rows of pictures. “Oh…um..” Jungkook scratches at his neck. “i think I’ve used up like 10 memory cards but I’m not sure. Maybe more.”

“What the hell, Jungkook.”

“He’s the subject of my project, what’s wrong with that?”

“Yeah,” Yoongi said. “I thought you meant the beauty of his dancing. These pictures…most of them aren’t even of him dancing.” He tugs at a picture of Jimin eating, the exact moment he’d looked up from his burger at a joke Jungkook had cracked and grinned, eyes scrunching up into crescents, cheeks bunching up. It’s one of Jungkook’s favorites and it makes him smile just remembering.

“Huh, what did you say, hyung?” Jungkook asks, snapping out of it just in time to realize that Yoongi’s saying something.

Yoongi huffs but repeats himself and what he says makes Jungkook’s blood run cold. “This is turning out to be an exhibit on the beauty of Jimin. And that sounds dangerously close to love to me.”

Crooked (G-Dragon Scenario) - Part 1

Archived | Posted October 8, 2014

This is a scenario I’ve had in my head for a very long time. Way before I even considered putting the stuff I wrote on here. Wrote it down on my phone all those months ago, deleted it and now I really felt that I wanted to give it a go in turning it into a series here on tumblr, since I remember most of it. I hope you like it! :)

Got inspiration from G-Dragon’s song “Crooked”. Well, more specifically: From the scene where he’s on the floor crying in the MV.

Enjoy!

Summary: He broke your heart two years ago and you left him. Time is supposed to heal all wounds, so will you take him back?

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Dear Elentori,

elentori-art This is going to be rather lengthy and I apologize for that, but there’s a lot I, and others, want to say. I think I speak on behalf of the whole margarita cult when I say this: Thank you. You’ve done so many amazing things for us that I can’t even list them all, but I shall try my best.

When I first came into this fandom, I was very small and not very talkative. I was afraid to talk to people, dreaded the possibility of being judged by the community. I have social anxiety so it’s incredibly difficult for me to talk to anybody. However, that changed. I remember one morning waking up and seeing a picture of humanized Bill sitting at a table, doing domestic things humans would do. The picture was really well done and made me feel a bit fuzzy inside. Later down the line, one of my favorite fic writers did a drabble on Bill dying his hair red to impress Dipper. The writer linked back to a picture that inspired the fic. The style looked familiar, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. I then remembered the picture of the humanized Bill I was fond of. After some digging, I found the artist of these pictures: You. I saw all the rest of the art you had on your blog and I was immediately hooked. Things only got better when I found out about your first stream and went to it. Going to that stream quite literally changed my life for the better.

Thanks to your streams, I met some incredible people, made friends who support me. I started going out of my way to talk to people and came out of my shell that I’d been stuck in for so long. I even felt more confident in my writing and people have been supporting it, even given me ideas and future requests to fulfill. All of this positivity because I decided to click that follow button. Above all else though, the best things your streams have given me is a sense of community. Never have I felt so unconditionally loved among a large group of people before. The margarita cult has become my family and you my internet mom. You’ve helped me in ways I can’t even begin to thank you for, but this is a start.

You bring people together, form long lasting friendships whether you’re aware of it or not. It’s really special that a single person can bring together people from all corners of the world with different backgrounds, race, timezones, and have them all in one, accepting place. You’ve helped so many people and it’s simply incredible. I remember going through your blog after missing a few streams and saw how you were actively helping people that were feeling depressed, self harming, or contemplating suicide. I’ve never seen an artist do that, not even the kindest ones I know. You are an absolute sweetheart and give all of yourself to make other people happy. It’s one of the many reasons you’re one of my inspirations.

We love you, Ele. You’re a kind person, incredible artist, and overall someone really special. We got your back no matter what.

Also, I asked other members of the margarita cult for messages containing things they wanted to tell you in hopes of spreading the love. They, like me, had a lot to say.

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Venting for the last time

Alright, this is probably going to be my last rant-like post concerning the Life is Strange finale and endings, given that it’s been a week now and I’ve had time to think about it and it’s time to put those thoughts into a locker to stop disturbing my day-to-day life.

To spare you a long-ass discussion about the finale, it’s all under the cut!

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at least now i dont feel bad for expanding on this lmao

imagine yachi really liking secretly drawing yamaguchi.  just a sketch here, a doodle there, maybe a lot of full blown colored pieces (you cant prove that it was her! except she signs it in the corner lol) of this cute guy with freckles like stars and maybe she has the tiniest crush on him.  maybe?  it’s just that he works so hard, he doesn’t stand out that much until he steps onto the court and lands amazing serve after amazing serve.

and she thinks, oh, and falls a bit in love with how steady his eyes are even though his fingers shake.

and it’s inspirational, y'know?  eyes bloom to life underneath her pencil, framed by constellations and eyebrows neatly furrowed in concentration.  swipes of hair, and she paints them in like galaxies.  she spends nearly an hour at the craft store getting just the right shade for his eyes,

no one knows about it.  no one even notices her staring at him during practice, hands moving for an outline so practiced and familiar that she could probably draw him from memory alone, now.  so yachi doesn’t flinch when he smiles at her, when they talk, because how would he know about the doodles of him in her bag?

she messes up eventually.  her bag’s a little bit open, she was going to be late for her train, and she doesn’t notice as a portrait falls out of her bag.

yamaguchi does, though.  he picks up a paper yachi left behind, fully prepared to call out to her and hand it back, when he turns it over and sees stars for freckles, a warm smile, and eyes bleeding the night sky.  it’s beautiful, and it takes him a second to place it as… himself?  it’s his face, his hair and his hands, right down to the spattering of freckles on his ears.  in the picture, he’s smiling, confident, intricate and elegant in his own contained universe.

he’s so surprised by it, yachi leaves before he could give it back.  part of him is relieved.  how does one go and tell someone, “hey, you dropped this thing of me, it’s really amazing and I’m flattered, but im a hot mess and this is not?  also would you mind if i keep it bc it’s doing wonders for my self esteem”?  finally, he clips it to his mirror, because really, when someone draws a fucking fantastic portrait of you and it make you happy, you’re going to want to see it often.

but of course, there still is the fact that she saw exhibit a: self-depreciating, self-proclaimed “hot mess”, and drew something nearly unrecognizable to his eyes?  the lines are almost intimately drawn, obviously familiar and loved to the artist, who is most definitely yachi because of the tiny signature in the corner.  and the implications—that she looks at him and sees this graceful, inspirational being—makes his chest constrict in warmth and terror because he can’t?? he can’t look at himself and see battle-worn confidence in his eyes, constellations scattered across his face.  he can’t live up to her sight.

which is why he’s then unable to look her in the eyes for the next three weeks.  he tries to give it back a couple of times, but then she smiles at him and he remembers that THIS ADORABLE PERSON THINKS OF HIS FRECKLES AS STARS and he just dies inside.  at some point he kinda gives up, because constantly blushing and stuttering was not the impression he wanted to give.

and he talks with her more!  because well.  wouldn’t you?  and they get really close and okay he might be developing a bit of a crush for her??  a lot of a bit of a crush on her?  they get comfortable in each others presence (even though yams still blushes a lot).  and then she finds out that the picture had in her bags weeks ago was not, actually, somewhere in her room, but missing.

she spends a really long time worrying about it, tbh.  like, what if he finds it?  what if he sees it and think she’s creepy?  he’ll think she’s stalkerish and he’ll avoid her and hate her and—

the next few weeks, she can’t look him in the face, too nervous for what expression he might have.  and that sets off yamaguchi too, because what if she knows about his crush??  what if awkward??????

and this goes on for a while, them communicating without prolonged eye contact and blushing all the time and literally it’s just very awkward, very embarrassed good friends with a small dose of anxiety.  literally just that.

eventually tsukki makes the connection between the picture on yamaguchi’s mirror, yachi, and their traffic light faces, and he is So Done.  he prods at yamaguchi into either giving it back or confessing, god yamaguchi, just do it she looks at you with heart eyes all the time there’s no way it’ll end badly, jfc.  so yamaguchi tries, and basically it’s something among the lines of “you dropped this a while ago and it’s beautiful and ur beautiful oh god did i say that out loud im so sorry im really nervous but i also like you a lot and u make me feel better about myself and oh god uR SO CUTE”

his speech ends like that mainly because she has that.  that wobbly smile, the really cute one that shows off her pearly teeth and lights up her eyes.  she doesn’t say anything, though, and yams is so nervous he nearly leaves, but she grabs his hand and says something like “i really like you too and ur very cool and inspirational, also im just as nervous as you are” and they smile at each other and iTS SO CUTE MAN

and look, while i can’t dialogue for shit just know that it’s heartwarming and sweet and adorable and imagine all the fluff in the world times ten and thats like.  half as good okay.

and then the rest of the karasuno team, who’ve been conveniently hiding behind some bushes, quietly cheer becAUSE HOLY FUCKING SHIT IM GETTING CAVITIES JUST IMAGINING THEM OKAY

I HAVE FEELINGS, DONT TOUCH ME

also, what if i actually, yknow, sit down and write this out and post it either on my blog (le gasp i fucking have one) or on my ao3?  would there be interest?

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OMFG! It if FINALLY DONE!!! AHAHAHA! I have never in my life masked so much for one video.

So, about three months ago I started reading this amazing HiJack/Frostcup fanfic (actually it was my first for this couple) and I absolutely fell in love with it. I have never cried over a fanfic in my life, but this one absolutely broke me. I was very inspired by this story to make this video. I must warn you ahead of time that this video does ***contain spoilers*** to this fic, but doesn’t completely ruin the ending. Also,  When editing this, I had to change a few things because it would have been near impossible to find clips to make it work, if I could find clips at all. Also, Lucille IS Cupid. She seemed to fit her better (attitude, facial expressions, ect) plus she wear angel wings! X3

The name of the fic is When I See It I Believe It and it is my the wonder and magnificent author, Old Beginning New Ending. I give all the credit to them!!

Link to fic:
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/8995721/1/I-ll-See-It-when-I-Believe-It

Link to author:
https://www.fanfiction.net/u/1613576/Old-Beginning-New-Ending

ALSO! Epilogue Picture #7 & #8 were NOT edited by me (the rest were)
Pic # 7 done by:
berks-dragon-trainer (if anyone can provide a URL for a tumblr/instagram/twitter/deviantart  that would be awesome!)

Pic #8 done by:
??? (I am not sure who made this one. I found it on Google search, but again, if anyone can name the artist then I will be more than happy to give you credit! =3

S.T.O.R.Y. ( ***** SPOILERS!!!****** )

A year or so after Jack Frost began his new life as a Guardian, he stops by the town of Burgess and visit the Bennett kids, as well as his other first believers. While playing with the children, Jack meets the Bennett’s caretaker (babysitter), Hiccup, but sadly he cannot see him… yet.

That night Jack, Jamie, and Sophie are hanging out and Hiccup comes in to usher the children off to bed. When he (Hiccup) asks Jamie who he was talking to he tells him Jack Frost, and begins to tell their babysitter about the Guardian while Jack listens. Hiccup becomes very interested in the tale and tells Jamie that it reminded him somewhat of the Norse legend of Jokul Frosti, which really catches Jack’s attention.



Miles away, the scene doesn’t go unnoticed by Cupid (Lucille). She sees a spark of something between them. For a long time now, Cupid has lost her own faith in love and seeing the “glow” between them, she becomes very discouraged and figures it will end up being doomed and nothing but hurt will come of it.



After the Bennett children go to bed and Hiccup walks through the house, Jack following him around and talking to him, even though he figures Hiccup can’t hear him. But to his surprise, Hiccup turns to him and tells him he knows he is there, startling Jack quite a bit.

When Hiccup reaches out to touch him, Jack finally comes into view, but not completely. Hiccup can only see him as a shadow. (Though at the moment Jack is more excited about that fact Hiccup can see him at all)



He visits Hiccup the next night and tells him that maybe if he gets to know him better, he will be able to see him fully and not just a shadow. So the two pretty much become inseparable. Spending as much time together as possible (and at one point Hiccup catches a glimpse of Jack’s eyes). Soon the other Guardians catch wind of this and as they try to figure out a way to stop it before things get to serious, Cupid shows up to talk with them.

They begin pleading with her to stop meddling. They didn’t want to see Jack or the boy hurt. They tell her that when the time Hiccup stops believing comes, it will absolutely destroy Jack and they didn’t want to see that for they saw him as family.

Cupid pretty much laughs in their faces and tell them, “You think I don’t know this? Oh, boo hoo..!” and they tells them that she wasn’t going to stop it, but wasn’t going to push it either.



The Guardians decide to be straight forward with Jack and send Toothiana to speak with him. She tells him that he is a Guardian and he has obligations to bring fun and joy to the children of the world and pretty much to stop stalling in Burgess and move on.

Jack admits that he has become to attached to Hiccup and is a little surprised when Toothiana tells him she knew, but being a Guardian meant that while bringing joy to the children that they, themselves, must make sacrifices. Knowing she is right, Jack, reluctantly, agrees to leave.

So, he meets up with Hiccup and tells him that he was reminded of his duties and must leave. Hiccup, though having grown attached to him as well, tells him he understands and Jack leaves.



Weeks after Jack’s departure, Cupid sees the toll it has taken on the both of them. It causes her great pain seeing them like this because she dared to have hope with them only to see it crash and burn.

She pays Hiccup a visit and tells him, no matter how much he tries to deny it that she knows that he is in love with Jack. He tells her that it didn’t matter and he still couldn’t see him, only saw his eyes for a moment. Surprised at hearing this, she tells him that because he lacked the faith of him being there and still associated him with Jokul Frosti, was why he couldn’t fully see him.



She goes back to see North and the other Guardians and pretty much tells them that they fucked up and now Hiccup was suffering because of it. Jack walks in and hears this, learning that Hiccup does indeed love him and that his fellow Guardians planned the “getting them apart” thing. Cupid is pissed at Jack as well, because he just up and left the boy just because he was scared.

But after realizing that he still had a chance with Hiccup, he hurries back to Burgess.



E.P.I.L.O.G.U.E.

Jack returns to Burgess and finds Hiccup (lost in homework). He tries speaking to him but realizes that the boy isn’t talking back. That he hadn’t noticed him and began to fear Hiccup had lost all faith in him. When Hiccup suddenly acknowledges him and starts yelling at him because of him not visiting and lack of faith in HIM. Jack cuts him off with an “I love you” and kisses him.

When Hiccup pulls away he is finally able to see Jack.

In this AU, it differs from the original ficlet that it was inspired by. Mostly because this is just interesting, and the first fic I did can follow this concept easily. Like usual, blame manchasama. (also hey wow you guys could have had this 20 minutes ago if it weren’t for fucking tumblr.)

Lewis, Vivi and Mystery have no idea about Bee.

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the Steve Rogers problem [ficlet; rated semi-NSFW]

I finished writing this earlier and it stands pretty well alone.  Don’t be surprised to see it edited (there’s already a part I’m going to change) and in a larger fic, but I thought it might brighten your day to read something new from the Steve Rogers problem series.

(this is definitely based on Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans in ways that are too obvious)

Bucky had Google Alerts set up to send him information on Steve.  This was not a new thing.  Bucky had created the alert far before he found himself sitting next to Steve poolside.  What was new was the Google Alert he had for his own name.  It wasn’t to the point where he had enough fame that paparazzi were following him around, but every once in a while someone would take a picture of Steve chatting with someone - usually a woman - and speculate on whether he was cheating on his boyfriend.  Occasionally, someone would write an article about modern fanfiction that would include him.  Once, there had been a Top-10-Coming-Out-Stories article that included Steve and mentioned Bucky by name.  For the most part, his Google Alert had died down to the occasional mention.

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