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I’ve decided to tell you guys a story about piracy.

I didn’t think I had much to add to the piracy commentary I made yesterday, but after seeing some of the replies to it, I decided it’s time for this story.

Here are a few things we should get clear before I go on:

1) This is a U.S. centered discussion. Not because I value my non U.S. readers any less, but because I am published with a U.S. publisher first, who then sells my rights elsewhere. This means that the fate of my books, good or bad, is largely decided on U.S. turf, through U.S. sales to readers and libraries.

2) This is not a conversation about whether or not artists deserve to get money for art, or whether or not you think I in particular, as a flawed human, deserve money. It is only about how piracy affects a book’s fate at the publishing house. 

3) It is also not a conversation about book prices, or publishing costs, or what is a fair price for art, though it is worthwhile to remember that every copy of a blockbuster sold means that the publishing house can publish new and niche voices. Publishing can’t afford to publish the new and midlist voices without the James Pattersons selling well. 

It is only about two statements that I saw go by: 

1) piracy doesn’t hurt publishing. 

2) someone who pirates the book was never going to buy it anyway, so it’s not a lost sale.

Now, with those statements in mind, here’s the story.

It’s the story of a novel called The Raven King, the fourth installment in a planned four book series. All three of its predecessors hit the bestseller list. Book three, however, faltered in strange ways. The print copies sold just as well as before, landing it on the list, but the e-copies dropped precipitously. 

Now, series are a strange and dangerous thing in publishing. They’re usually games of diminishing returns, for logical reasons: folks buy the first book, like it, maybe buy the second, lose interest. The number of folks who try the first will always be more than the number of folks who make it to the third or fourth. Sometimes this change in numbers is so extreme that publishers cancel the rest of the series, which you may have experienced as a reader — beginning a series only to have the release date of the next book get pushed off and pushed off again before it merely dies quietly in a corner somewhere by the flies.

So I expected to see a sales drop in book three, Blue Lily, Lily Blue, but as my readers are historically evenly split across the formats, I expected it to see the cut balanced across both formats. This was absolutely not true. Where were all the e-readers going? Articles online had headlines like PEOPLE NO LONGER ENJOY READING EBOOKS IT SEEMS.

Really?

There was another new phenomenon with Blue Lily, Lily Blue, too — one that started before it was published. Like many novels, it was available to early reviewers and booksellers in advanced form (ARCs: advanced reader copies). Traditionally these have been cheaply printed paperback versions of the book. Recently, e-ARCs have become common, available on locked sites from publishers. 

BLLB’s e-arc escaped the site, made it to the internet, and began circulating busily among fans long before the book had even hit shelves. Piracy is a thing authors have been told to live with, it’s not hurting you, it’s like the mites in your pillow, and so I didn’t think too hard about it until I got that royalty statement with BLLB’s e-sales cut in half. 

Strange, I thought. Particularly as it seemed on the internet and at my booming real-life book tours that interest in the Raven Cycle in general was growing, not shrinking. Meanwhile, floating about in the forums and on Tumblr as a creator, it was not difficult to see fans sharing the pdfs of the books back and forth. For awhile, I paid for a service that went through piracy sites and took down illegal pdfs, but it was pointless. There were too many. And as long as even one was left up, that was all that was needed for sharing. 

I asked my publisher to make sure there were no e-ARCs available of book four, the Raven King, explaining that I felt piracy was a real issue with this series in a way it hadn’t been for any of my others. They replied with the old adage that piracy didn’t really do anything, but yes, they’d make sure there was no e-ARCs if that made me happy. 

Then they told me that they were cutting the print run of The Raven King to less than half of the print run for Blue Lily, Lily Blue. No hard feelings, understand, they told me, it’s just that the sales for Blue Lily didn’t justify printing any more copies. The series was in decline, they were so proud of me, it had 19 starred reviews from pro journals and was the most starred YA series ever written, but that just didn’t equal sales. They still loved me.

This, my friends, is a real world consequence.

This is also where people usually step in and say, but that’s not piracy’s fault. You just said series naturally declined, and you just were a victim of bad marketing or bad covers or readers just actually don’t like you that much.

Hold that thought. 

I was intent on proving that piracy had affected the Raven Cycle, and so I began to work with one of my brothers on a plan. It was impossible to take down every illegal pdf; I’d already seen that. So we were going to do the opposite. We created a pdf of the Raven King. It was the same length as the real book, but it was just the first four chapters over and over again. At the end, my brother wrote a small note about the ways piracy hurt your favorite books. I knew we wouldn’t be able to hold the fort for long — real versions would slowly get passed around by hand through forum messaging — but I told my brother: I want to hold the fort for one week. Enough to prove that a point. Enough to show everyone that this is no longer 2004. This is the smart phone generation, and a pirated book sometimes is a lost sale.

Then, on midnight of my book release, my brother put it up everywhere on every pirate site. He uploaded dozens and dozens and dozens of these pdfs of The Raven King. You couldn’t throw a rock without hitting one of his pdfs. We sailed those epub seas with our own flag shredding the sky.

The effects were instant. The forums and sites exploded with bewildered activity. Fans asked if anyone had managed to find a link to a legit pdf. Dozens of posts appeared saying that since they hadn’t been able to find a pdf, they’d been forced to hit up Amazon and buy the book.

And we sold out of the first printing in two days.

Two days.

I was on tour for it, and the bookstores I went to didn’t have enough copies to sell to people coming, because online orders had emptied the warehouse. My publisher scrambled to print more, and then print more again. Print sales and e-sales became once more evenly matched.

Then the pdfs hit the forums and e-sales sagged and it was business as usual, but it didn’t matter: I’d proven the point. Piracy has consequences.

That’s the end of the story, but there’s an epilogue. I’m now writing three more books set in that world, books that I’m absolutely delighted to be able to write. They’re an absolute blast. My publisher bought this trilogy because the numbers on the previous series supported them buying more books in that world. But the numbers almost didn’t. Because even as I knew I had more readers than ever, on paper, the Raven Cycle was petering out. 

The Ronan trilogy nearly didn’t exist because of piracy. And already I can see in the tags how Tumblr users are talking about how they intend to pirate book one of the new trilogy for any number of reasons, because I am terrible or because they would ‘rather die than pay for a book’. As an author, I can’t stop that. But pirating book one means that publishing cancels book two. This ain’t 2004 anymore. A pirated copy isn’t ‘good advertising’ or ‘great word of mouth’ or ‘not really a lost sale.’

That’s my long piracy story. 

Candle color meanings

The burning of candles for spiritual purposes is a practice that dates back to ancient times. For as long as there have been candles, there were people who believed that a lit candle can connect the physical world with the spiritual realm. To these people, fire and flame are representations of the spark of creation. To light a candle is to illuminate the self.

Individuals accepting these beliefs use the burning light of candles to unfold their divine potential. What follows is an examination of these beliefs and the meaning behind illuminated candles combined with prayer and meditation. This examination will of course include a look into the significance and meaning of candle colors.

White Candles

The white candle represents the highest level of consciousness. Burning a white candle in conjointment with a meditative state is to seek protection, healing and purification. White represents truth, unity, harmony, and wholeness of spirit. The user who burns a white candle is invoking lunar energy. Since all colors are derived from pure white light, a white candle can be used as replacement for any other candle in many rituals.

Red Candles

The color red is firmly rooted in the physical world. The burning of red candles is said to put one in touch with the power of the flesh. Red represents temporal pleasures. It symbolizes passion and love as well as scorn and courage to stand up to one’s enemies. Red stimulates energy, vitality, fertility and personal power. Those who light a red candle are tapping into Scorpio energy. They seek love, respect, power magnetism and survival.

Yellow Candles

The color yellow exemplifies brainpower and intellect. He or she who lights a yellow candle is seeking to access the wisdom of the ages, and garner control over the full benefit of their own mental powers. Yellow embodies creativity, inspiration, concentration, logic, learning and action. The light of a yellow candle brings one closer to attaining the cheerfulness, endurance, stability and security they crave.

Blue Candles

Made from a primary spiritual color, blue candles are used in the examination of emotions (Saturn energy) and the attainment of calming wisdom and healing sleep. There are many shades of blue. Burning a dark blue candle promotes joy and laughter. Dark blue influences dreams and emotions. Royal blue signifies loyalty and fealty. Royal blue stirs the spiritual self and this color of candle is invoked by seekers of truth. Light blue is another very spiritual color. Light blue candles radiate Aquarian energy (calm waters) and are ideal for pursuing inspirational meditations. Those who light a blue candle are seeking truth, harmony and guidance while amplifying their creativity and perception.

Green Candles

Green is the color of success and abundance. This meaning can be traced back through the ages to when prosperity meant a bountiful harvest. Light a green candle when you want to mediate and reflect on nature, growth, healing and the good luck that makes finding employment or business success possible.

Black Candles

The burning of a black candle is serious business. This is done when one wants to neutralize negative energies. The color black offers protection from illness, evil and the negative energy cast upon you from outside forces. The black candle is also burned to harness the healing energy of the universe.

Pink Candles

The color pink manifests love, devotion, friendship and faith. Putting a flame to a pink candle means that the devotee is interested in forming a partnership or is possibly seeking affection or perhaps emotional healing. The color of universal love, pink represents the purest form of love – unconditional and enduring. Pink candles are used in rituals to attract attention or achieve some other joyful purpose.

Orange Candles

The great portrait artists of the Middle Ages understood well the power of orange. Orange is the color of sudden change. It confers upon those who dare to wear it, a form of super-power. Few people today (including royalty) possess the boldness required to put on orange garments. To this end, the act of burning an orange candle is an aggressive move. One would do so to effect instant and profound change. The lighting of orange candles is suitable for rituals occurring on the eve of weddings or important business meetings.

Purple Candles

Students of esoterism believe that purple candles have the power to cancel out the negative effects of bad karma. Ancient wisdom holds that the color purple is associated with the third eye. Burning a purple candle can enhance psychic powers. The color has a meaning steeped in meditation, divination and hidden knowledge. Those who burn purple candles do so to expand upon what they already have. They may also wish to obtain spiritual protection, find recognition, or seek reconciliation with something that exists in the realm of the spirits.

Brown Candles

Brown is the color of our Earth. This color represents above all things balance and a firm connection to the land. The individual who supplicates in the presence of a burning brown candle is sending a message to the universe that they respect the dignity and solemnity of mother Earth (they are well-grounded), and that they acknowledge the delicate balance of all things living on this Earth. Brown candles are used in rituals to regain balance, seek refuge from chaos, eliminate indecisiveness, find lost items and develop meaningful friendships.

Gray Candles

Gray is a neutral color. It is useful to the practitioner when meditating on complex issues. The gray candle has the power to offset negative influences without repercussions. The gray candle is used in the same manner that charcoal is used to flush poisons from the body.

Gold Candles

The gold candle is burned by the votary to achieve enlightenment. This is because the color gold emblemizes light in its purest form. Gold is the very symbol of good fortune. It represents money, success, protection and victory over our troubles. The burning of a gold candle enhances communication with the universe as it attracts positive cosmic influences. Gold candles are recommended for use in rituals undertaken to gain personal power or fortune.

Highly spiritual believers hold that a candle flame can create a passageway that will enable prayers and petitions to be more easily received by such powers from which help is being sought. For these supporters of the faith, the deep meaning of candle color is what enables them to focus and meditate on their goals, objectives, problems and their ultimate solutions.

Butterfly Wings

Keith:

Lance was not happy.
Allura had woken them up two hours earlier then normal to tell them that two of them had a mission.
Once the terror of being woken up by a loud blaring alarm passed, everyone settled in as the Princess explained she was sending Keith and Lance to a jungle like planet and needed the others awake as to help monitor the mission.

Twenty minutes later the two were flying down in red to the planets surface, with Lance pouting the whole time.
“I don’t see why we couldn’t of done this later.”
Keith rolled his eyes not even bothering to look back at the blue paladin.
“Because there’s only a small window where the storm clouds are safe to pass through.”
Lance blinked in surprise. If there were storm clouds then would there be rain?
Lance suddenly found his legs bouncing up and down as nervous energy eradicated any lingering tiredness in his system.
The landed on a sandy outcrop just on the edge of a large jungle.
The plan was to go in and find this supposed miracle plant that could be used to heal a person almost as well as the pods.
After more then one close call Allura had decided it would be best for the Paladins to be equipped with something for out in the field.
Lance practically ran out of Red, taking his helmet off just so he could breath in the familiar scent of ozone that only came before a storm.
“What’s got you so excited all of a sudden?” Keith asked joining him on the sand.
“Smells like home.” Lance grinned while Keith watched him.
He didn’t really understand what Lance was talking about, but he looked too happy to question it.
“Ok… come on we have work to do.”
Lance gave him a mocking salute “sir yes sir.” He smirked back at Keith as he walked into the forest.
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Walking through the thick foliage was difficult on the two of them.
The fact that the air was stiflingly hot too didn’t help.
They barley made it a mile before they were both drenched in sweat and out of breath.
When Keith had stumbled for the third time into Lance, he had enough.
“Let’s take a break.” Keith decided.
“What’s the matter got shot? Can’t handle a little walk?” Lance tried to sound cocky, but the fact he was practically gasping for breath afterwards suggested he needed a break just as much as Keith.
“Humour me.” Keith shrugged as he sat down on a large purple moss covered tree branch.
After a moment Lance joined him, the two heavily breathing and sitting in comfortable silence.
Then the rain started.
It came on so hard and suddenly that it was like someone above them had turned on a faucet.
Keith had groaned thinking about how much harder their mission was going to be with the poor visibility. When he looked over at Lance to complain he found the words die in his mouth.
Lance was staring straight up with the biggest smile of his face.
His hair was plastered to his head and Keith decided to pretend that the tears running down his cheeks were just rain drops.
For a single moment, the world seemed quite as Lance watched the rain and Keith watched Lance with equal fascination.
Then the branch The were sitting on woke up.

The two were suddenly flung from their seats hitting the floor roughly.
Keith hit a tree having the air knocked from his lungs.
He couldn’t figure out what had happened until he saw what resembled a giant green gorilla with a long thick tail and razor sharp claws standing over him.
He grabbed his bayard and quickly turning it into its sword for right as the creature swiped at him.
Keith managed to roll out of the way, avoiding being sliced in half like the tree directly behind him.
The creature tried to grab him but a cut to the hand made it back off, but not for long.
It swung its giant tail like a battening ram, moving much faster then anything that size should be able to.
Keith couldn’t help but wonder why Lance wasn’t helping him.
He dodged under the tail and got his answer.
Lance was sitting on the ground looking confused.
There was blood running down his face from a head wound.
Keith cursed under his breath, he looked pretty out of it.
The second he spent distracted was all the time the creature needed, grabbing Keith with one of its giant hand, pinning his arms by his side.
“Lance!” Keith yelled struggling helplessly as the creature brought him closer to his face.
Keith closed his eyes sure he was about to become a giant monkeys dinner, when he hears the familiar sound of Lance’s gun being fired.
Keith was suddenly dropped and the creature was holding its eye in pain.
It blindly swipes at Lance hitting it’s mark and sending him flying.
Keith didn’t waste his chance.
He drove his sword through its neck and jumped off as it fell to the ground dead.
“Lance?” Keith asked looking in the direction the blue paladin lay.
He crept over to him gasping at the sight.
A single deep claw mark was slashed across Lance’s torso stretching from his right shoulder down to his left hip.
Keith dropped his sword and surged forwards to the lump paladin.
“Lance? Buddy come on I need you to wake up. I need you to look at me, insult me, anything!”
Keith yelled shaking him.
“Allura? Shiro?”
He only got static from his helmet.
Keith felt the panic begin to rise in his chest.
There was so much blood and Lance just wasn’t moving.
“Lance please… I need you.” Keith sniffed as he felt tears prick his eyes.
“Mullet?… you…ok?”
Keith would of thrown his arms around him if he weren’t hurt so badly.
“You jerk! I thought you were dead.”
Lance smiled, but the pain was still obvious on his face. “Can’t leave you… who else… would keep… you…alive?”
“Shut up.” Keith laughed wiping his eyes.
“How bad is it?”
Keith held his breath, he had hoped Lance wouldn’t ask.
“It’s not good.”
“Really cause this feels fantastic.”
Keith rolled his eyes but felt a small spark of hope at the banter.
“I can’t get through to the castle… I don’t know what to do Lance.”
The fear on Keith voice made Lance’s eyes widen.
“H-hey it’s ok… it’s ok. Your annoyingly smart… right… so use.. that brain of yours… and-”
Keith’s head snapped up “the flowers!”
Lance smiled “there you go.”
Keith stood scanning the area, he couldn’t see far thanks to the rain and couldn’t see a single flower that matched Allura’s description.
“Go.” Lance said so quickly Keith almost missed him.
“What?”
“I said… go… I can’t keep up… with you… find the… flower… come back.”
Keith felt a flash of anger “I’m not going to just leave you here!”
“You don’t have… much of a choice!” Lance yelled but started coughing, blood sprayed from his mouth.
Keith couldn’t do anything while he coughed but soon as he finished wiped the blood from his face along with a strange brown substance.
Keith looked at it for a moment before he noticed the pale patches just visible on Lance’s skin.
He decided now wasn’t the time to ask.
Lance was running out of time.
“Don’t you dare die before I come back.” Keith warned kissing Lance on the forehead before he took off running.
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Every second Keith spent looking was another second closer to Lance bleeding out.
His chest was heaving and he could barely breath as he ran, but Keith didn’t slow down for a second.
His foot caught a tree root and sent him tumbling down a hill.
“Ouch.”
His ankle was throbbing with pain.
If he couldn’t stand how could he save Lance?
Just as suddenly the rain had started it stopped.
Without the thick curtain of rain Keith could see he fell into what looked like a meadow filled with various coloured flowers.
Then Keith saw it.
A patch of small blue flowers that almost seemed to glow.
He crawled towards it and nearly cried with joy.
He had found it.
He grabbed a handful, putting one in his mouth and chewed.
The effects weren’t instant, but the pain was dulled enough for Keith to stand and limp back to Lance.
Getting back took longer then it had before.
His ankle hurt but Keith kept pushing until he spotted blue armour stained with red.
He ran ignoring the protests from his body.
Keith dropped to his knees in a pool of blood that stained the ground beneath Lance.
His skin was a sickly grey colour and his breathing was slow and laboured.
His eyes were open but Keith doubted he actually knew what was going on around him.
Keith got to work, he took his water from his belt and ground up a few of the flowers before adding them in.
As gently as possible, Keith tilted Lance’s head up and slowing brought the flask to his lips.
For a moment nothing happened.
Then Lance began to drink.
By time he had finished the bleeding had slowed down and the pained crease in his forehead had eased slightly.
“Hang on Buddy I’m gonna get you home.”
———————————–
If Red hadn’t come to meet them, Keith really wasn’t sure how he was going to get Lance back short of carrying him.
Soon as Red burst through the castle hangar doors Keith had come running out of the Lions mouth struggling with Lance in his arms and screaming for help.
Shiro was there in an instant, not even asking what happened he took Lance from Keith and ran towards the infirmary trailing blood behind him.
Hunk and Pidge began bombarding Keith with questions but Keith couldn’t hear them.
All he could do was stare after Lance.
———————————–
Two weeks Lance was in the pod.
The creature had managed to clip his lung.
According to Allura, if Keith hadn’t of gotten him the flower when he had, Lance would of died.
Keith barley ate or slept.
He never left Lance’s side once.
He was surprised to see that his skin was covered in the pale patches, but it seemed like the others weren’t.
Keith figured they must already know, or just didn’t care.
It was late when the pod finally opened and Lance fell into Keith’s waiting arms.
“Lance! You feeling ok?”
Lance rubbed his eyes tiredly “yeah… I’m good just kinda tired.” He shrugged.
Keith smiled helping walk over to one of the beds.
Lance sat on the edge and patted the space next to him.
Keith didn’t hesitate to join him.
“Thanks… you know for saving me.”
Keith laughed “you did save me first, can’t have you one up me.”
Lance smiled as he rested his head on Keith shoulder.
Keith tenses for a moment before relaxing and wrapping him arm around Lance’s waste.
“Thanks for the kiss too.”
Keith blushed “anytime.”
“I’ll hold you to that.” Lance smirked up at him making Keith’s heart skip a beat.
“Lance… about your skin.”
Lance but his lip “yeah? It’s erm just Vitiligo… do you think it’s ugly?”
Keith shook his head “no I think your beautiful? that it’s beautiful… like butterfly wings.”
Lance smiled “yeah o think so too. I think I’ll stop covering it up.”
Keith smiled pulling Lance closer to him “I’d like that.”

Birthday ; Sebastian Stan

WARNINGS: nsfw!!, overuse of the name ‘doll’, unprotected sex, oral (male receiving), birthday sex, 2k words of just sweet, passionate filth tbh (and some cute stuff at the end)

summary: after seb’s long day of filming, you planned on surprising him with the casual gift of birthday sex!


A/N: was supposed to be uploaded on Seb’s birthday but i was so busy, hope you’ll still enjoy this!

The mirror overlooked a reflection of yourself which exhibited a matching pair of sexy black lingerie –the pair that always had drove Sebastian crazy whenever the both of you became frisky in bed. And since today was a special day, his birthday, you planned on spending his night full of heat, sweat, and skin-to-skin interactions. You wore one of Sebastian’s shirts, that always was over sized for your body, atop of your lingerie along with a pair of shorts that hugged your ass. All you needed to do was wait for Sebastian’s arrival.

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my snake bit/wrapped me and won’t let go, halp

pro tip for those with snakes who haven’t experienced a feeding response bite and wrap yet, and let’s say it won’t let go… Here are some options:

1. dip a cotton ball in white vinegar and wave it in front of their nose (or worst case, wipe it/squeeze some on their nose). This is supposedly the quickest and most reliable method to get them to let go. In dire situations, do this.

2. run their head under warm water- less reliable and might take awhile

3. listerine and rubbing alcohol is often used, but both aren’t as effective or instant like white vinegar is, so I’d just go for white vinegar right off the bat

4. if their body is still wrapped- unwrap backwards starting from the tail, or get someone to help you unwrap backwards. Don’t try to unwrap from the head, neck, or mid-section, it won’t work.


Posting this after seeing this news article yesterday, a woman apparently called 911 with just a 5 foot boa constrictor who bit and wrapped her face… which is a small snake and very manageable if you know what you are doing. She didn’t know what to do, and the firefighter chopped off the snake’s head.

i’ve had an idea for a potion of short/long rest where the person who consumes the potion can gain the benefits of a short/long rest when they use it.

Someone drinking a potion of short rest would

• be able to roll their hit dice to regain HP

• regain the use of any abilities that recharge after a short rest.

ofc this wouldn’t be able to stack with some stuff (like you wouldn’t be able to gain the benefit of a bard’s song of rest while drinking a potion of short rest), but it would be INCREDIBLY useful for characters like warlocks and fighters who have a lot of abilities that recharge after a short rest.

someone drinking a potion of long rest would

• regain all HP

• regain all their spell slots

• regain the use of any abilities that recharge after a short or long rest

I don’t think that I’d have a potion of long rest give anyone back their expended hit dice, or maybe only half of them.

I also wouldn’t have the potion of long rest be an instant effect. i think it would probably be something that would have to be used over the course of a short rest and take like half an hour or more to take effect. I think I’d have the potion of short rest be an instant effect, tho, because it’s largely designed to allow players to use abilities that they would normally be able to use once per fight, since a lot of classes that rely on short rest abilities are likely to take a short rest between fights anyways.

what do you guys think of this? i think both of them would be exceedingly rare potions that would probably need to be specially brewed for certain story points, or like for super long dungeons where the players are pressed for time and cant take a long rest.

anonymous asked:

How about a scenario where one of Coran's experiments go wrong and it ends up turning the paladin's s/o into a child? How do they react/ what would they do?

Hooooo boy, I hope Coran is prepared for the lecture of his lifetime. Paladins are Not Happy.

Also I dunno how old you are imagining them?? You’re saying child, but I raise you “toddler”, like 2-3. Just imagine them each holding a little bab ok I live for this shit.


Coran asking you for help with oddities around the castle wasn’t unusual. The poor man was constantly overworked, trying to keep the old machine working as well as it had back when it’d been originally created, and discovering things about the new planets the team visits. So, as someone who had plenty of free time while the Paladins ran about, you’d gladly offered up your services.

It had been routine so far. Coran was just testing out a few of the samples that Pidge had collected from the last planet the team had passed by, idly poking around the lab tables while you assisted him with anything he could need. It was rather quiet, and your job as sample sorter/secretary was growing a bit tedious and your mind drifted.

Not like you could really take that many notes when Coran would simply mumble things in Altean, scribble something down in his own notebook, and continue with his work. Eventually you began to doodle, lulled by the gentle scratch of your pen across the digital notepad, idly tilting the vial nearest you this way and that in its stand.

An odd noise caught your attention, just beside you. The vial you’d been messing with had begun to shift into an odd, ominous purple from the original light orange it had been, hissing softly like trapped air was trying to escape.

“Er, Coran?” you began, when the vial exploded.

Everything went white. Agony bloomed out from the center of your chest, down to your toes and to the ends of your hair. It surged through you, like an all encompassing flame. Once the white faded, it was blessed darkness.

Coran found you, once he recovered from being thrown backwards, passed out on the ground. Sort of, anyway. It was more like a tiny, two year old version of yourself, wrapped in a bundle of your clothes, tiny chest slowly rising and falling. It was an effort to keep himself from shouting in shock when he saw you lying there, and he’d taken a moment to steady his racing heart.

How… how did that explosion..

Shaking it off, Coran knelt beside you. Slowly, and ever so carefully, he scooped up your frail body into his arms, tucking you close to his side. His hand worried along your neck, rubbing against the tense muscles there, marveling at how small you were. But worrying about how this happened would have to come a little later. For now, his priorities were: clothes, food, and telling the Paladins.

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All His - Part 4 (A Kyungsoo Series)

The words in his text message jumped out at you and you couldn’t stop reading them over and over again.

’Come play with me.’

No matter how much you thought about it, absolutely no part of that phrase sounded innocent.

You knew the man found you amusing and you had practically been his source of nonstop entertainment for the past month or more, but to outright request your presence merely because he was bored?

What did he mean by play? You half expected him to be holding a deck of cards in his hands, shuffling them over and over looking for someone to play Go Fish with.

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Unknown Parts (Gaston)- Part Two

Pairing: Gaston/OC

 Warnings: Idk, Gaston should come with a warning for being so damn smooth. Amirite?

A/N: Here’s the second part! I’m honestly not sure how many there’ll be…I’m thinking three or four? Enjoy, lovelies!

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Much to my great annoyance, Gaston was the first thing on my mind when I woke up the next morning. Even as I stood in front of my easel, at the kitchen window, I found myself distracted from the one thing I usually lost myself in so easily. Every one in a while, I’d snap to attention, paintbrush paused in my hand and a dopey smile on my face…remembering the way his touch had felt as he brushed paint from my cheek the night before.

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neglected // n.h

Originally posted by narryintheam

You had a problem.

You couldn’t really sleep. You were restless and uptight. For weeks you’d been trying everything to distract your mind and to relax your ridged muscles. But nothing you’d tried helped to soothe you, to calm your body and truly sate you. You’d been having trouble sleeping even though Niall was right next to you. He was normally like Nyquil to you. His arms, his cologne, his sweet and soft voice, they normally had you asleep in no time. But he wasn’t even doing it for you anymore. You knew what you needed, but you were so tired of pressing and asking. You shouldn’t have to ask your boyfriend to love you. Granted, sex wasn’t love, it was one of the ways you and Niall connected. It was pure and raw and stripped down and it was like a shot of sunshine straight into your soul when you were with him. 

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Ticklish (Alec Lightwood x reader)

anon requested:

Can we get 17 with Alec? Ughhhh we love you

another anon requested:

17 please! With Alec x fem reader☺️ thank you xx

17. “If you tickle me, I’m not going to be responsible for your injuries”

Alec, being the oldest Lightwood, is used to being a leader to his younger siblings. He walks like a leader, talks like a leader, and fights like a leader.

Apparently, the leader is rather ticklish.

(Y/n) found that out by accident. They were training together in hand to hand combat, when her hand reached over to his side to try to strangle him, but before she could, Alec let out a small cry of laughter before his reflexes kicked in and knocked her down.

(Y/n) raised an eyebrow at him from where she had fallen. “You’re ticklish,” she said blankly. “What? No,” Alec tried to look confused, but even that can’t fool her.

“That wasn’t a question.” said (Y/n), a mischievous smile on her face, “You. Are. Ticklish.”

Alec blushed. “No, I am not,” he said.

Without warning, (Y/n) lunged at him just to tackle him to the ground and sit on his lower abdomen. Alec shot her a warning look. “If you tickle me, I am not going to be responsible for your injuries,” he said, a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead.

(Y/n)’s smile grew wilder.

Alec didn’t even have time to brace himself for impact.

She aggressively tickled his sides, and Alec was laughing, trying to kick her off him desperately, but ultimately failing. The pressure on her hands grew and it took an almost instant effect on the Lightwood. He was shaking of laughter and tried to inhale as much oxygen as he could. “Stop!” he said with a breathy laugh, “By the angel, stop!”

“Say please?” (Y/n) taunted, enjoying her actions and what it was doing to Alec.

“Please,” Alec said, just above a whisper, “Pretty, pretty please?”

(Y/n) stopped tickling him and started laughing the moment he said pretty, pretty please. It was priceless.

Being ticklish is a weakness to Alec, but now that (Y/n) showed him a whole new atmosphere in being tickled, maybe it wasn’t so bad after all.

Little did (Y/n) know, Alec was silently plotting revenge.

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PROMPTS

Through a Glass, Darkly.

ShuAke one-shot. Dissociation, touch-starved angst. Or, Akechi’s sitting in Leblanc and Akira notices something’s wrong.

Because apparently the only way I can write something is if I have a mini nervous breakdown beforehand.


“You don’t look so good. How’re you feeling?”

Akechi watches his hand lower his coffee cup back to its saucer. The resulting sound is delicate, gentle, like stepping on a piece of glass and dragging it across concrete. He stays silent, but there are words in his head, words and words, fragments of larger thoughts he has to tear out of the heap to make any sense of.

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Stealing The Bite Pt. 6


Word Count: 7,097

Genre: Smut, Angst

Author’s Note: It’s finally here, the last part. I’m so nervous. I hope it lives up to your expectations!

The war went on, if you could consider getting attacked by hordes of ghouls at seemingly random times, and trying to fend them off a war. It only took you a few weeks after arriving to realize why it had dragged on for so long. Ghouls were not conventional creatures when it came to warfare or most anything really. Their forces weren’t made up of packs or covens or even tribes. They were opportunistic creatures, and were usually made up of ragtag groups who would team up when it seemed beneficial to them at the moment, and were easily broken up.

They were regarded as a menace more than a real danger, but now there appeared to be a shift. They were still the same mindless creatures they always were but they were clearly united and guided by an intelligent force, and the wolves didn’t have any inkling as to who or what that might be. 

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When Swarm Intelligence was printed at first glance it looked like a faster and more effective Cast Through Time, but there are differences between the cards in use despite their similar mens cost with CTT having the obvious UUU downside.

There’s two main differences: SI doesn’t cast while CTT’s rebound makes the spell hit next turn.

It would seem like SI is the clear winner here by a long shot. You get to copy X costs unlike CTT, you get instant spells for effects like Lava Axe and Cultivate, your removal is doubled the turn you use it, and you draw double immediately for more resources. Plus, it costs one U instead of UUU. It sounds a lot less like getting punched in the gut so why wouldn’t you?

CTT casts the spell twice, once for free, giving bonuses towards effects like Metallurgic Summons and Mizzix that require high costed spells to be cast. The extra turn later can also have a punishing impact on the game with spells such as Syphon Flesh/Mind, Capitol Punishment, players wait around and attempt to assemble a response to a returning, ominous threat. It also makes modal responses from HOU more worthwhile, the blue one reliably mana leaking and anticipating.

The choice between these two (while you can run both without too much issue the curve starts to break your back) comes down to what kind of instants and sorceries you run in your deck. Political/Control spells as well as Join Forces spells seem to work well under CTT while the more impatient and destructive spells work well under SI.

Killer Chat (Waylon Jones x Reader)

Originally posted by orchid-bud

“Hold that, please!” you rushed into the elevator, almost crushing on KC.

“Hey.” You greeted with a half smile and he growled in response. You both headed to the tenth floor where Rick was waiting for you so you could be examined by the medics and return to Belle Reve.

You were awkwardly tapping your finger on your hand as you waited for the elevator to arrive at your floor.

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