is there a kind soul to help

anonymous asked:

Oooohhh i loved those trait things you did for grill n gas, could you do those for some of the skeles too?

Remember that these are just my interpretations and just initial attraction. All of these skeletons could fall for any soul type given time.

What do the skelebros look for in a potential partner?

UT!Sans:

  • he is most likely to be attracted to justice
  • someone who helps other people and won’t just sit on the sidelines like he does
  • being able to take a joke is also important to him
  • someone who’s fair and consistent
  • who won't change without good reason

UT!Papyrus:

  • kind souls are what he is most attracted to
  • optimism is also something he would look for in a partner
  • someone who wears their heart on their sleeve
  • he admires who someone is able to make friends easily and non-judgemental

UF!Sans:

  • patient souls are the best match for him
  • someone with good humor and willing to put up with him
  • being able to wait for him to come around
  • also, a person who won’t just let him walk all over them because they’re afraid

UF!Papyrus:

  • integrity is respected
  • honor and loyalty are also important to him
  • someone who will stick by their morals through thick and thin
  • he thinks highly of people who can hold their own against him in an argument and who does not give up easily
  • conviction

US!Sans:

  • he is very attracted to brave souls
  • someone who is willing to stick their neck out and charge into battle
  • someone who seems to not fear anything
  • you don’t necessarily have to be extroverted, it can be a quiet sort of bravery

US!Papyrus:

  • perseverance is something he admires in a soul.
  • just being able to stick it out.
  • also, some who’s not prone to jealousy given how he flirts
  • chill

SF!Sans:

  • he is very attracted to determined souls
  • he also likes passion and strength
  • tenacity is also admired

SF!Papyrus:

  • perseverance is what he looks for in a soul
  • someone who’s able to handle his brother
  • someone who won’t get pushed around but also will compromise if they need to
  • quiet strength

yumeowie  asked:

Jeno is so sweet like omg he brought a stray cat home and adopted 2 more even though he has a cat hair allergy and I'm crying help

They are all sweet, they still have that pure boy soul that is innocent and kind but also playful! Even the oldest ones!
~Adm Rabbit~

I’m more of a Callie kind of guy to be honest but Marie in the new trailer got my mind going crazy. Here’s my little idea about what she’ll look like. 

things I’ve learned this year:
  1. Being kind is always worth it. Compliment a stranger’s sweater, bring your neighbor their mail, pick flowers for your mom.
  2. If you want to do something, don’t be afraid to do it alone. You can make new friends along the way.
  3. Never underestimate the importance of late night talks with new friends. They’re good for the soul.
  4. Speaking of, don’t be afraid to be vulnerable. Tell people what’s going on in your life. Your friends want to hear it.
  5. It’s okay to let people help you.
  6. Always do a little bit more than expected. 
  7. It’s okay to say no.
  8. But if something interests you even a little, say yes.
  9. You can have a conversation with anyone if you ask about their pets or their favorite show on Netflix.
  10. Text old friends when you think of that one really funny thing that happened. Even if you haven’t talked in years, it will make them smile.
  11. Making people happy makes you happy. Be kind. Be thoughtful. It will all come back around in the end.
Venus in the Elements

Fire (aries, leo, sagittarius) signs need calm, gentle, mysterious love

Earth (taurus, virgo, capricorn) signs need soul-shattering, heart-wrenching love

Air (gemini, libra, aquarius) signs need unreasonable, incomprehensible love

Water (cancer, scorpio, pisces) signs need reasonable, responsible, logical love

**this is not the type of love you may want, but the kind that will help you grow as a person and stay with you for a lifetime

The “Folkloric Devil” is a term applied to the figure who appears in folk-tales and legends and who is often called “the devil”, but it’s obvious that he emerges from a different source than the theological background of Christianity.

Old divinities or diminished Gods that maintained a presence in the minds or cultures of European peoples are suggested (often enough, and for good reasons) as a source of this figure; but beyond that, the pre-Christian societies had spiritual forces and persons that they related to in the sense of “outsider” powers that could be shady or tricky or dangerous at times, but who often had kinds of relationships nonetheless with human beings. These are the main source of the “folkloric” Devil/Devils.

The Folkloric devil isn’t concerned with damning souls, primarily, but he always wants to make deals or pacts to help humans who need things, but so that he can gain, too- a sign of his origin in the older world of spirit-relationship and spiritual ecology. In Christian gloss, he begins more and more to want “souls” for his help, but he is always able to be tricked, himself- and this is very important. Human heroes or protagonists can outwit him. This is something that would be impossible to do to the Theological Devil, who is far beyond humans in power, and second only to God himself in power.

Modern Pop Culture produces surprising emergences of the old Folkloric Devil- Charlie Daniel’s song “The Devil Went Down to Georgia” is an appearance of a Folkloric Devil, who can be out-played by the intrepid and arrogant local boy, on the fiddle. There is the Christian conceit of the Devil seeking souls in that song, but that’s just a minor detail, more suited to a Christian audience and born from the imagination of a low Protestant folk singer.

The Folkloric Devil is a being- and a representative of a whole class of beings- who can be engaged with by humans, for gains. They can be harmful, they can be helpful, and they can be outwitted or outdone at times. Sometimes, they become protagonists themselves.

Theological Elites in the Pre-Modern period of Europe saw no distinction between their Theological Devil and the various emergences of the Folkloric Devil. The “Devil” of witch cults and covenants and of individual sorcerers or witches was of the Folkloric variety, though in their own personal understandings, even they may have believed that he was the same as the theological devil, such was the nature of their times. It’s not like there was a neat chart that spelled all this stuff out to earlier people, and folk in Pre-Modern times heard Christian ministers ranting alongside fire-side bards telling folktales, and so the Folkloric Devil/Devils could take on Christian gloss and attributes at times, and the Theological devil could appear in decidedly “folkish” ways.

What’s important to remember is that the Theological Devil doesn’t exist except as the shadow of Christian psychology. He is born from the idealistic Christian imagination, as the necessary counter-ideal or counter-force to their idealistic notion of good, the warped good, the fallen good, born in their continuation of earlier dualistic religious tropes that posited a cosmic war between good and evil cosmological forces.

The Folkloric Devil, on the other hand, very much exists, both in the form of a powerful former divinity worshiped by practically every human culture known previous to Christianity, and as a folk-memory of certain spirit-entities (very much tied to this world) that people have always engaged in relationships with, though they are a group of entities who are, in ways, challenging, dangerous at points, and ambiguous.

The Theological Devil is a remnant of idealism and the diseased imagination of absolutists and idealists. The Folkloric Devil is a remnant of ancient spiritual ecology and human relationships to the wilder, stranger Otherworld.

- Robin Artisson

Candy Asks
  • Send my muse a candy and they'll answer:
  • Smarties: Who is the sweetest person you know?
  • Kit Kat: When was the last time you sat back and had a moment to yourself?
  • Reese's: Is there something you feel on the inside that you can't tell anyone?
  • M&Ms: What color would you say is the color of your soul?
  • Skittles: If you were a fruit, what kind of tree would you grow on and where would it grow?
  • Snickers: In what situation do you get ugly? (Excessively violent, angry, upset.)
  • 3 Musketeers: Is there something in particular that helps you to relieve stress?
  • Hershey's: What kind of legacy do you feel you have to uphold either willingly or unwillingly?
  • Nerds: How would you rate your intelligence?
  • Crunch: What was the worst thing you did to hurt somebody?
  • Butterfinger: Do you have a prized possession you'd hate for anyone to get their hands on?
  • Dum Dums: Is there a food that you like but most people don't?
  • Twix: Was there a time when you should have thought before you said something?
  • Warheads: Do you have a bad experience that broke off a relationship?
  • Baby Ruth: Have you ever encountered someone that was a bit odd but you liked them anyway?
  • Grab Bag: Any question of the mun's choice!

The Wiccan’s Glossary

Chrysocolla, a lovely, vibrant stone of blues, teals, and aquas, is a stone associated with kindness and expression. It is a stone of peace, increased wisdom, and discretion. It promotes level-headedness, encourages clarity of thought and a neutral, cool attitude during turbulence. It can be used to decrease nervousness and irritability.  It brings feelings of an honest heart, sincerity of the soul, compassion, and wisdom. It is sometimes called ‘The stone of Peace’ and well as ‘The stone of Wisdom.’

It is used in spells to attract love and peace. It dispels negative energy, but its energy in itself in receptive. When held in the hand it can drive off unreasonable fear and illusions. Chrysocolla helps induce psychic dreams. It also can aid in resolving communication problems with difficult people.

It is a stone of virtues, including but not limited to: tranquillity, serenity, peace, subconscious wisdom, intuition, patience, nurturing, acceptance, tolerance, unconditional love, calmness, meditation, honesty, hope, intimacy, gentleness, and sensitivity.

Associations:
Elements - Water
Chakra - Heart, Throat
Zodiac - Taurus, Gemini, Virgo
Planets -  Venus

Secret [SMUT. NSFW. 18+]

Summary : It wasn’t love. It wasn’t a deeper connection. It was lust, pure unfiltered and raw lust.

Warnings : No plot. Smut just smut. Dom!Daddy!Seb. Unprotected sex (bank it before you spank it kids!)

Author : Ash

A/N : I don’t own the gifs or NIN or their song “Closer”. I also got bored and figured I’d write a smut fic for the first time. This had potential but i ruined it. Be kind!

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Originally posted by lelucibianchediparigi

“ You let me violate you
You let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you
You let me complicate you

Help me, I broke apart my insides
Help me, I’ve got no soul to sell
Help me, the only thing that works for me
Help me get away from myself “ 

“(Y/N) , (Y/N)” he said in a mocking tone as his fingers traced your exposed upper thigh through the slit of your dress. His body was pressed against yours…pressing you harder against the door to your NY penthouse, the penthouse he payed for.

You could feel Sebastian’s hot breath against your neck. His lips ghosting over your pulse points, drinking in the smell of your perfume. His hands ghosted over your thigh again. His eyes met yours one more time before he devoured your lips in a kiss. A raw, passionate filthy kiss. 

He pulled away suddenly gripping the slit in your dress firmly in his hand as he pulled it straight across displaying your bare sex to him. His eyes met yours and you knew that you were in for one hell of a night. You stood in front of him in only the sweetheart neckline, his favorite, with your breasts perfectly displayed and nothing else but his favorite pair of black Louie heels. He bit his lips as his eyes feasted on the sight before him. 

You weren’t friends with Sebastian. You weren’t his girlfriend. You weren’t his lover. That’s what she was for. You were his toy. His escape. His dirty little secret. The reason he kept his sanity. You indulged his kinky fuckeries and let him escape the mundane if only for the brief hours you spent together.

“I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to god

You can have my isolation
You can have the hate that it brings
You can have my absence of faith
You can have my everything

Help me, tear down my reason
Help me, it’s your sex I can smell
Help me you make me perfect
Help me become somebody else “

Sebastian’s fingers ghosted over your jaw, softly tracing as they slid down. Tracing your collarbone, right to the dip between your breasts. He ran his hand over your breasts, softly groping through the fabric. You moaned at the slight touch. You squeezed your legs together trying to give yourself some kind of friction. Sebastian’s chuckled as he watched you squirm. 

“Damit Sebastian” you pleaded. Sebastian loved to turn everything into a game and his favorite game was making you beg. Watching the way he could make you squirm, make you completely and utterly dripping wet just by teasing you. Stolen touches in places where you could get caught, such as tonight’s party. 

“After all the teasing you did tonight. The way you purposely grinded yourself against someone else. Letting their hands grope you, pressing their cock into that sweet ass of yours.” Sebastian pushed his body against yours once again, grinding his already hard cock into your throbbing sex. The pressure rubbing against your aching clit. He ran his hand up your neck and back into your hair grabbing it by the fist. 

“You knew I would be watching didn’t you.” His eyes glanced you over again. You knew Sebastian watching you grind against his best friend and flirt with him all night would drive him insane. Jealous Sebastian was always your favorite. 

“Yes sir.” You said with a hint of seduction in your tone. You felt Sebastian slide his hand down your stomach, cupping your sex in his hand. You groaned at the contact his fingers made as they barely ghosted over your aching slit. You could feel it dripping down your thighs. “Please Sebastian..”

Sebastian smiled at you as his fingers grazed over your clit pressing it. You relaxed at the contact only to have it end as quickly as it happened. You huffed in annoyance as Sebastian just threw you a shit eating grin and walked over to your couch. He sat down…undoing his pants and spreading his legs wide. 

“It’s not gonna suck itself (Y/N)” as he motioned to the hard cock he was pulling out of dress slacks. You crouched down in front of him your knees pressing into the plush fabric of your carpet. You brought your eyes to meet Sebastian’s, his usual blue eyes dark and clouded with lust.

Sebastian grabbed the remaining top part of your dress and just ripped it open. He smirked at you as he squeezed your breasts. His fingers pinching and rolling your nipples. “Fucking beautiful” he whispered before kissing you deeply. He pulled away just in time to see attempting to slide off your heels. 

“Leave them on.” He demanded as he sat back against the couch. You happliy complied as you leaned forward. You were always taken back by his size. He wasn’t lengthy, but long enough with just enough girth just to make stretching you out even more fun.

You slowly ran your hand up his length as your tongue began to work on the head. Slowly licking the pre-cum that was already forming, you never could wait to taste him. Sebastian hissed at the contact of your tongue against his slit. You smiled to yourself as you licked a long stripe from the head of his cock all the way to the base. You swallowed him in your mouth inch by inch, agonizingly slow.

You kept your hand on his balls rolling and lightly squeezing them. Your fingernails lightly scraping against them, occasionally letting your fingernails scrap against the underside. Next to actually fucking Sebastian, being able to suck his cock was your next favorite thing. The control you had over him in this moment, the way he became undone because of you was your favorite thing to witness.

“Fuck, I never get tired of seeing your pretty mouth wrapped around my shaft” Sebastian muttered. Your eyes met and you could see the control he was begging for in his eyes. You had started to slowly bob your head up and down Sebastian’s shaft and stroke him when he slowly took your hand away. You felt his hands pulling your hair into a ponytail. You just placed your hands behind your back. 

When Sebastian was jealous, he needed control. He needed to be reminded that you knew who you belonged to. You were more then eager to comply. Sebastian loved to watch you take his cock all the way down your throat. Hear the delicious gurgling and gagging sounds you would make around him. The way his cock would be covered and dripping from your spit. 

“Such a good fucking slut, fuck (Y/N) ..f…f..” He was lost in the moment and you were growing wetter by the second. You could feel Sebastian’s hips moving erratically, without any real rhythm, you knew he was close. You hummed against his shaft, “Damit…Fuck” Sebastian screamed before pulling out of your mouth with an obscene pop. 

“I’m not done with you, yet.” He smirked as he took your hair and pulled up to  meet him as he stood. “I want you to remember whose little fuck toy you are. I want you to feel me days later. I want you to think about me when he’s inside of you, when he touches you.“ He growled in your ear as he turned you around and pushed you over the back of your couch. You groaned as you felt his large palm land perfectly on your ass cheek. 

“I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to god

Through every forest, above the trees
Within my stomach, scraped off my knees
I drink the honey inside your hive
You are the reason I stay alive “

Before you could say anything you felt Sebastian ram deep inside of you. “Sebastian..soo..fucking..deep” you managed to moan out as he adjusted himself behind you. His chest pressed against your back. His fingers interlocked with yours as he pushed himself even further.

“Who.Do.You.Belong.To?” Sebastian asked as he pounded into you. Each word followed by a deep thrust. You turned your face to meet Sebastian’s as your cried out. 

“You..fuck you Sebastian.” You cried out as you kissed him deeply. You felt his lips moved to your neck, you shoulders biting and kissing. You knew you’d be covered in purple and blue marks, but you didn’t give two fucks. You felt his hands creep over your breasts. 

He squeezed, pinched and grabbed them. Moving his hands to explore over your body. Grabbing and slapping your ass. You could feel the fingerprint bruises forming. “You’re always so fucking tight and wet for me. Is it for me?” he groaned into your ear as he pushed all his body weight against you, hitting that sinfully sweet spot. 

You gripped the couch until your knuckles were white. “All..the..fucking..time..just you..Sebastian” you screamed out in ecstasy. You were both gone. You felt your walls clenching and his hips moving erratically. The sounds in your penthouse became obscene. Slaps of skin against skin..you could hear Sebastian’s dick moving in and out of you. The moaning, the groans. Begging from both of you not to stop. 

Sebastian slowed down one last time pulling all the way out except for just the tip and ramming back deep into you twisting his hips as he pushed in. He could feel your walls tensing and clenching around him. “Cum for me (Y/N). Cum all over my cock.” All it took were those words and you were done. “Fuck Sebastian..” was all you managed to say before you saw stars. “Fucking perfect…so perfect” Sebastian moaned out before he came deep inside you. 

You both laid there for a moment. Relishing in that feeling. You felt Sebastian give your shoulder one last bite as he kissed your neck. You gasped at the feeling as his hand slipped lower over your sensitive clit collecting your juices on his finger as he pressed against the sensitive bud. He felt you quiver against his body as he chuckled. 

“We’re just getting started.”

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Good Daddy

Title: Good Daddy

Genre: Smut, daddy!kink, mature content

Characters: Namjoon x Reader

Length: 3249 words

A/n: No amount of holy water can cleanse my soul. I am a beacon of sin. I swear I’m not even a daddy kink kind of girl… I just think about this a lot…

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Namjoon pushed you against the wall without warning, his long fingers digging into your arms harshly. His face came centimeters from yours, his breath coming out hot and panting on your temple.

You still weren’t used to this. The first time it had happened, more fear than lust had risen in you but once he got going, you couldn’t help but bask in his treatment. Now was no different, it started with fear that slowly melted into desire.

His hand was at your jaw pushing your face up to expose your neck to him. He licked a thick strip of it up from your clavicle, ending with a bite at your ear. You whimpered at the attention, your panties beginning to stick to your skin.

“You’re eager today baby.” His voice was low in your ear and it sent shivers down your spine that melted into your core, leaving you throbbing and desperate for friction. He pushed your jaw up harshly when you didn’t answer.

“Yes-s daddy.”

“Tell me baby girl, what do you want daddy to do?”

His grip on your jaw slacked but only slightly as you felt the bruises forming under his fingertips. He brought his mouth right below your ear, sucking at the tender skin with an open mouth, his tongue painting over your skin. You withered beneath his hold, his body towering over you and closing you in, that with the combination of his tongue’s soft rhythm had you soaking and dying to be touched.

“Come on baby. If you don’t answer me I’m going to have to punish you.”

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Magic Guild Clash Online!
a sorta sequel to the Detention AU fic
…in which Mira manages to rally her girlfriend and her two new friends to help her in her favorite online game.
She’s a goddamn veteran. Cana tries her best. Freed just likes the outfit, and Laxus just wants to collect birb plushies.

Cana: Don’t worry, Laxus. I think you’re a hot girl.
Mira: Same.
Laxus: See, Freed, be proud. Your boyfriend is a hot girl.
Freed: Oh My G O D.

Lesson 11.4: Soul Relationships

Our souls come here to grow. We cannot grow in isolation and different souls cross paths in order to help each other and all of humanity to evolve. We do this through different relationships: karmic relationships, soulmate relationships, and twin flame relationships. A lot of the time we confuse these relationships and misinterpret their meaning, because they all do have overlapping attributes. However, all kinds of soul relationships are unique in their own way. 

Karmic Relationships

Karmic relationships are relationships with people who teach us lessons we didn’t master in our last lifetime. They usually don’t work out, but that’s because they’re not supposed to. Lasting forever would defeat the purpose of a karmic relationship. Your karmic soulmate should come into your life, teach you/challenge you through different experiences, and then leave. This sounds harsh, but it’s not bad. They are called “karmic” relationships because their purpose is to help both of the souls balance mutual karma. That’s why karmic relationships often form based on strong attraction (whether it be physical, mental or emotional), because both souls know that they need this connection in order to balance karma from a past life. There will be good times in these relationships and the end is not always abrupt or through heartbreak, especially if the two souls involved are mindful. It takes strength to be in these relationships, as sometimes it’s hard to let go. 


We may want to hold on for some reason, maybe there’s something in the relationship that we can’t let go of, but we have to understand that letting go is learning our lesson and afterward we will move on to better things and new lessons. Like any soulmate, you can have karmic relationships with your friends as well.

Soulmate Relationships

Soulmates are souls who teach us lessons as well. The souls we’re with in karmic relationships often teach us things that influence our perception of reality and help us to grow our perception. Soulmates often teach us things that help us to grow internally. 

“Soul mates share a common mission and comparable stage of spiritual development. They come together because they are working on the same type of karma and the same chakra simultaneously.

So soul mates have an attraction that is based on the sacred labor and on the path of self-mastery.

A soul mate is like the echo of oneself in Matter working at the same task to fulfill a blueprint for God.” – Elizabeth Clare Prophet

Soulmate relationships experience hardships just as any other relationship does. The difference is that in soulmate relationships, the hardships we face are usually centered around growth. The challenges help us to change and when we experience difficulty with a soulmate, we turn to introspection to see what we can do internally to help the situation. This is because soulmates are here to help us do that, to be introspective and see how we can grow. Soulmates often focus on you and how you can become a better person, whereas karmic partners focus on themselves. See, karmic lovers won’t directly encourage us to grow. Through their actions and the flaws in their personalities and our ability to let go of them, they help us to grow. Soulmates directly try to help us become better people. They even help us with self-awareness and realizing our greatness and our purpose.

Half of our soulmates won’t even be romantic. The purpose of a soulmate is to help us grow and evolve in this life and become better versions of ourselves, which doesn’t have to be romantic. A soulmate can even be a stranger you encounter for a few minutes, but within that encounter something will happen that helps you to grow. We often have “soul circles” or “soul families”, a group of other souls who we travel through lifetimes with. These will be good friends of yours who you become friends with in each lifetime. If you have friends who feel more like your family than the people you’re actually related to do, then they could be your soul circle.

Twin Flames

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Today while driving to work, I heard a news report of four individuals that physically and emotionally abused another mentally disabled individual. Hearing this story was painful. I believe we agree to these experiences in life to help with our soul growth, but painful nonetheless.

Let’s be more loving and kind to one another. Be more uplifting. Spread some cheer.

The Joker x Reader - “Related”

Nobody knows where The Joker and the woman that is always with him came from. There are rumors on whom you might be: his sister, step sister, half-sister, girlfriend, wife…  That’s all they are: speculations , because there is no way a living soul could trace the truth; you made sure of that.

J was 7 and you were 11 when your dad and his mom got married. They were both important leaders in the New York mob, not the best parents ever but they couldn’t help it. At first you didn’t like him, but seeing he’s not going anywhere,he kind of grew on you.

 ** You hear the faint knock in the door that won’t stop.

“Sis, sis, open up please…” and you know he won’t go away even if you pretend to be asleep. You get out of bed and crack the door open just to see him standing there, looking tired.

“Can I sleep with you, please?” he rubs his eyes, yawning.

“Again?” you whisper, opening the door wider so he can come in. “You’re 7, not a little baby. Why can’t you stay in your room?”

“I don’t like to sleep alone,” he gets under the covers, turning so he can face you as you tuck him in.

You sigh, lifting up your shoulders, resigned on the fact you can’t get rid of him:

“Close your eyes and go to sleep.”

“I can’t if you’re not by me…” he sniffles.

“Go to sleep, kid, it’s 1 in the morning. Close one eye…( and you slowly close one of his eyelids)…then the other…( and you close his other eyelid)…and don’t think of anything else but your pretty sister.”

He giggles and moves closer to you.

“Sis, why don’t you have blue eyes like mine?”

“Because we’re not really brother and sister, you are old enough to understand that, right? Even if we were, the chances of both of us getting blue eyes would be really slim. Why, you don’t like my green eyes?”

“I do,” he mumbles, cuddling to your body and finally winding down.

** After a few months he broke his left arm. Since your parents are ever hardly around, you kind of have to watch him. Of course he wants to sleep in your bed all the time, especially since he’s in pain and he needs someone to feel sorry for him.

“It really hurts,” he complains, tossing on pins and needles.

“I just gave you your medication, it should work soon, just have patience. Maybe this will teach you not to jump from high places…yes?” you admonish him, caressing his casted arm, trying to soothe the pain.

“When I grow up, I’ll make you Queen,” he suddenly decides after finding a comfortable spot on the pillow.

“Queen of what?” you snort, amused at his silly games.

“Queen of…everything,” he smiles, embarrassed, because he doesn’t really know what he’s talking about.

“Wow, kid, am I in luck or what?” you roll your eyes, scoffing. “Now try to rest. Close your eyes and don’t think of anything else but your pretty sister, OK?”

** The loud thud wakes you up and you see J all over the floor in the pale light of the fireplace.

“Dammit!” he gathers himself up and closes the window, aggravated at his own stupidity.

“What are you doing here? I want to be alone!” you start ranting, annoyed he followed you at the hideout. “And why can’t you use the door?! You have the key.”

“I like the window better,” he shivers, taking his shoes and jacket off and crawling in bed.

You let out a loud scream when he snuggles by you.

“Jesus, you’re so cold!”

“Warm me up then,” he tries to touch your hands and you kick him.

“No, you’re too cold! Go to the other side of the bed.”

“No way, I’m freezing; come on, let me warm up, you have your cozy PJ’s on,” he pleads and you decide to give in because he’s only going to get more annoying if you don’t.

“God, you’re irritating! I thought you will stay with your girlfriend,” you remind him since he ruined your solitude plans.

“I was going to but she broke up with me tonight and you know I can’t sleep alone.”

“Jeez, you’re 16, kid! You really have to get over it! That’s why you came to bother your sister?!” you kind of yell, wanting to yank the blanket of him. “Why did she break up with you, huh? What did you do this time?”

“Nothing, she said she likes someone else,” he pouts and the disappointed look on his face makes you tense.

“No way! Who would prefer another guy over a handsome dude such as yourself?” you try to cheer him up because his story rubs you the wrong way.

“Exactly my thoughts,” he takes a deep breath, starting to get comfortable. “Now I can’t sleep anyway, I’m too worked up about it.”

“Just go to sleep, close your eyes and don’t think of anything else but your pretty sister,” you try the old strategy and you both start laughing in the same time.

“I wonder if it still works,” he chuckles, doing as asked and you don’t say anything anymore. In 10 minutes he’s out and you slowly get up so you won’t wake him. You have a plan.

The next day he found out that his ex’s house burned to the ground while he was at the hideout.

“Thank God she wasn’t there,” he lifts his chin up, studying your reaction.

“Yes, aren’t we all grateful for that?” you talk through your clenched teeth, pretending to be preoccupied with the documents on your desk.

“Y/N, did you do that?” J bluntly asks and your short reply brings a huge smirk on his face:

“Nobody screws with my baby brother.”

** When you find out your boyfriend is cheating on you it isn’t pretty. J is 18 and you are 22. You got pretty drunk and he keeps you company all night, watching movies with you. You lean on his abs watching TV, eating chocolate cake and crying, then laughing, dropping cake on his skin and eating it, not even realizing what you’re doing, crying some more, a whole mess.

“I never had anybody eating cake from my abs, sis,” he confesses, ticklish at your touch as you try to get the crumbs and eat them.

“That jerk cheated on me,” you keep on repeating, distressed, not listening to him. “I need another drink, can you fetch me one?” you wipe your tears, moving so he can get up.

“Sure will, here, put your head on my pillow; I’ll be right back, OK?”

“OK…” you surprisingly agree and by the time he’s back with the drink you’re out cold.

“I really need to take a shower and wash the stupid cake away,” J huffs, placing a blanket on you. “And then you’ll have revenge,” he kisses your forehead, upset to see you in this state. “Ewww, sis, you stink like a distillery,” he crinkles his nose, getting away fast.

The next day you found out your ex was the victim of a hit and run.

“…both legs broken, in very bad shape, almost died. He’s lucky to be alive,” you tell J, carefully watching him because you have your suspicions.

“A-ha, sooo lucky, he’s one lucky guy,” he grunts, antagonized, scribbling on his map.

“J, did you do that?” you inquire and his answer makes you grin:

“Nobody messes with my sister.”

** After 3 years both your parents were killed in a heist. Something that should have been a simple mission turned into tragedy because most likely there was a snitch among your henchmen. Three weeks later J showed up at your hideout, visibly disturbed.

“We need to go, now, we’ll just take the money,” he urges you, frantically taking  the boxes of cash out of the closet and dumping them in duffle bags.
“Go where? This is our town…, what’s going on?” you go and take his hand and he stops, biting on his cheek.

“Do you trust me?” he growls, grabbing your shoulders and shaking you.

“Of course I do, you know that.”

“Then we need to get out of here, it’s not safe. We don’t exist anymore, do you hear me? We’re dead. We don’t exist,” he whispers, looking you in the eyes.

“What are you talking about?” you tilt your head, getting anxious. “What’s going on?”

He doesn’t respond, just takes his knife out of the pocket and cuts his right palm, taking yours and cutting it the same before you can object.

“Auch, what are you doing?!” you whine when he presses his cut on yours, blood dripping on the floor from both wounds.

“Now we’re somebody else, me and you don’t exist anymore, understood?”

You just nod in agreement, intrigued at his behavior.

“Go wash your hand,” he finally lets you go, “we need to leave right now.”

** You moved to Gotham and never looked back, never talked about it again, that’s how much you trusted him. It took 9 years to build your underworld empire and it wasn’t easy, but you finally owned the damn town. Nobody knows where The Joker and the woman that is always with came from. There are rumors on whom you might be: his sister, step sister, half-sister, girlfriend, wife…That’s all they are: speculations, because there is no way a living soul could trace the truth, you made sure of that. Both completely changed your appearance and who you were; the only things that remind you of your old selves are his blue eyes and your green ones. Your long hair is always bright purple with neon green highlights and his is always green with a few purple strands to match yours.

When you turned 34 it was a huge party because J also celebrated his 30th.  You always pick a random day each year for your birthdays because you don’t want anybody to know the real dates.

** After the reception you disappeared. J knows why and doesn’t like it. He waits for a little bit, then just barges in your bedroom at the right moment, startling your boyfriend:

“Y/N, we have an emergency!,” he growls, watching the guy still holding you and having the nerve to still continue to unzip your dress. “OUT!” the Joker snarls, taking another step towards you, panting.

Since you don’t show any sign of indignation, Evan lets you go, intrigued:

“Are you really going to let him interrupt us again?!”
“You heard him, OUT!” you snap. “He always comes first, you know that, so get out.”

“If you don’t take my side this time, I’m not coming back,” he threatens and you snicker for a few seconds before you glare at him, trying to control your rage:

“He said OUT!!!!” you scream, watching Evan storm out, annoyed you don’t care. J fell silent, happy at his victory, not that he doubted for a second.

“Zip me up!” you tell and turn around so J can do it. “What’s the emergency? Where are we going?” you impatiently ask, starting to collect your guns from around the room. He waits for a few more moments before answering:

“I’m craving something sweet, bake something for me.”

“Are you serious?!” you stop your movement, and he savors your reaction, entertained. “I missed on getting laid because you want something sweet?!”

“Well, duh, yeah, it’s an emergency,” The Joker smiles, pleased with himself.

“I hate you!” you fakely cry, outraged and wanting to laugh in the same time. “I really hate you!”
“This could be easily avoided if you would just consider what I’ve asked so many times, Pumpkin,” he stares at you, hoping for a positive outcome.

“You’re my brother so it’s a bad idea,” you pass your fingers through your hair, not wanting to talk about it.

“Might I remind you we’re not really related, Doll?” he wants to explain for the hundredth time and you cut him off:

“What do you want me to bake you?”

** You decide to pay him back so you wait until he has his girl over and after carefully calculating your timing, you kick the door open and the bimbo screams, alarmed, jumping off him, struggling to pull her bra straps up.

“Are you decent, Mister J?” you take a deep breath, ignoring her, noticing he’s shirtless. “Something terrible happened, I need you this instant! Get the hell OUT!” you bark at the bimbo, delighted you have a chance to ruin his fun.
The girl is confused until J jumps out of bed and pushes her outside the bedroom:

“She said get out, are you deaf?!” he slams the door behind her, quickly turning towards you: “What is it? What’s the rush?”

You step in front of him with a worried look on your face and calmly show him your pinky:

“Like I said, something terrible happened: I broke a nail.”
His mouth opens and he glances at you, grinding his silver teeth, debating if he should have a temper tantrum or not.

“You suck!” he snickers, kicking you in the shin and you laugh, loving the fact that you were able to get even.

** Later that night The Joker sneaks in your room and watches you sleep for a while before he gets in your bed.

“I can’t sleep, Y/N, you ruined my date,” he elbows you so you can wake up. You are tired and still tipsy from the few drinks you had and don’t even bother to react much.

“Just close your eyes and don’t think of anything else but your pretty sister,” you smile at the memory and you watch as his face gets really close to yours.

“You’re not my sister…” he reaches for your lips and kisses you.

“Stop it,” you frown and back out a bit.

“You’re not my sister…” J pulls you in his arms and kisses you again.

“Would you stop it? What got into you?” you try to fight him but he won’t let you talk or escape his embrace. “Stop it… please?” you manage to mutter but don’t sound very convincing.

** When you open your eyes he’s still there and you panic, slowly waking up and remembering bits and pieces from the previous night.

“J, why are we naked?” you ask even if you know the answer. You get out of bed, putting on your lacy robe and shake him. “ J, why are we naked?”

He just growls and turns on his other side:

“Lemme sleep, you kept me up all night…” he protests, covering his head with the blanket.

You don’t give up and uncover him:

“Why are we naked?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” he stretches and his grin disappears when he sees your teary eyes. “What’s wrong, Princess?” he gets on the side of the bed and signals you to come sit in his lap.

“This is the most stupid thing we ever did and we did a lot of them,” you whimper, doing as asked and he cups your face, forcing you to look at him.

“I’m really not your brother, stop freaking out, hm?”

“This is bad, so bad…” you keep on repeating, upset.

“It wasn’t bad at all, Doll, not at all,” he brushes his lips on your neck and imitates you, moaning: “ Oh, J, don’t stop…Oh my God, J, yes!”

“Shush, you’re making it worse…” you pinch his arm, not really knowing what to do at this point.

“You know, what’s one stupid thing added to the others?,” he winks, hoping you’ll relax soon. “Did you ever wonder why you never liked any of my girlfriends and why I never liked any of your boyfriends?” J holds you tighter as he asks the question. “There is only one more stupid thing left to do in order to top what we did last night. You know what I’m talking about, what I always wanted to hear for years…I rather have you annoy me than someone else,” he rests his chin on your shoulder, biting his lower lip. Since you don’t answer he continues: “Yes then?”

You sigh and since he didn’t really hear a denial coming from you, he widely smiles, satisfied:

“My beautiful Doll, didn’t I promise I’ll make you Queen one day?”

** You enter the VIP room just in time to see the new girl nonchalantly placing herself in The Joker’s lap, giggling as he looks at her, intrigued. He notices you and chuckles, seeing the wild, crazy spark in your green eyes. You take a deep breath, trying so hard not to break her neck while you put his drink you went after on the small glass table by the armchair.

“Move girl,” you tell her and she gets on J’s left knee, not realizing what she’s up against. One of those stupid, oblivious bimbos that won’t live too long in this world.  You get on his right knee and he wraps his hand around your waist, waiting for you to snap. J caresses your back with a devious smirk the girl can’t even take as a last warning.

“You like Mister J?” you seductively blink, tracing his jaw line with your finger. “Isn’t he handsome?” you roughly kiss him, aroused. Once you part from his lips, you glance at her, resting your forehead on his. “Wanna kiss him too?”

“Could I?” she excitedly smiles, looking at both of you.

“Oh, yes, she loves to share me,” The Joker rolls his eyes, fully aware of the opposite.

The girl leans over and you cover his mouth just in time; she ends up kissing your knuckles.

“Bitch, you would dare??!!” you instantly lose it, your chest going up and down so fast it finally worries  her. She stares at your wedding ring and still has the nerve to open her mouth:

“But I thought you said…”

You don’t let her finish.  You punch her as hard as you can and since J is not holding her she flies on her back, bumping her head on the silver floor and passes out.

“Oops, you made my Queen mad,” he laughs with all his heart, kicking the limp body.“You think she’s dead?”

“She’d better be or I’ll finish the job,” you grumble and he turns you around so you can straddle his lap and starts purring:

“Calm down, Pumpkin, I’m all yours. Always was… you just had to say the words.”

** “Uhhh, I can’t sleep,” J sighs, yanking your arm.

You are dozing off with your head on his shoulder and faintly touch his cheek, searching for the eyes. You close one eyelid: ”Just go to sleep and,” (you close the other) ”don’t think of anything else except your pretty wife.”

“Well, that’s why I can’t sleep,” he confesses, pulling you on top of him. “Come on, let’s go another round, we gotta catch up for all the lost years.”

You start laughing, ticklish at the feeling of his lips all over your skin:

“Serves me right for being a Queen; I’ll never sleep again.”


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Cold Hands, Warm Heart

Pairing: Oak x Reader

Requested?: Yes it was!

Prompt: “hello there!! I don’t know if you do hamilcast fics but if you do could you maybe do an oak x reader where the reader isn’t used to the cold winters in New York and Oak uses his magical cuddly powers and it’s really fluffy? also you’re amazing.”

Words: 418 (short and sweet and to the point)

Dedications: @reducereuserecycle and @imagineham because they are both kind souls with a lot of love for our mighty Oak! Also, @secretschuylersister because she helped out with the title and the fic itself (thank you thank you thank you)

(A/N: I’m so glad my first Hamilcast is Oak. He deserves so so much love! Enjoy!)

Originally posted by temprencebrennan



“My nose is going to fall off my face.” You deadpanned, letting the door to the apartment slam shut behind you. Oak looked up from the book in his hand, biting back laughter at your furiously red nose and grumpy expression. Even though he could only see your eyes and nose, he knew you were shooting him a death glare.

“It’s not funny! I’m under 3 layers and I’m still shivering!” You shrugged off your coat, followed by your gloves, scarf, and hat. Oak shook his head, an amused smirk on his face as he watched you shed layer after layer.

“Sorry, sorry. Come here.” He stood up, his frame towering over yours as he hugged you tightly.

“Jesus!” he hissed, “Your cheeks are freezing.”

“I know.” You mumbled into his chest, clutching onto him tightly. Oak was the equivalent of a space heater, always warm for some strange reason.

“I have an idea.” Oak said, leading you to the couch and wrapping a blanket around you. He softly kissed your nose before going to the kitchen. The blush that spread through your cheeks made thawing from your early morning adventure a bit easier; he might be a tall, muscular man but Oak was gentle in ways that confused and also enticed you. It was the reason you started dating him in all honesty.

A couple of minutes later, Oak reappeared with two cups of hot chocolate.

“Patience, sweetheart. It’s boiling hot still.” Oak commented when he saw the excited look on your face. You pouted but nodded in agreement, opening up your blanket cocoon to let your boyfriend in. He moved closer, a noise of surprise coming from you as he hoisted you into his lap. Before you could register what was happening, you were in a full on cuddle with Oak. Your back flush against his chest, legs slightly tangled, his arms holding you close and his chin resting on top of your head. There wasn’t a part of your body that felt cold anymore. All you felt was a comforting warmth and a love that still made your heart pound though you had been together for 2 years.

“I love you.” You murmured, lifting one of his hands and kissing his knuckles. Oak chuckled, the vibrations of his chest making you smile.

“I love you too, Y/N.”

And you stayed there for what felt like hours, talking about everything under the sun. The hot chocolate was long forgotten. All you really needed was each other.

Wreck-It Ralph did not get the recognition it deserved for having progressive female characters that shattered gender norms while still being positive role models for little girls.

Seriously.

Vanellope is a princess, but decides she’d rather be president. Which if you ask me, conveys more authority and respect than a princess, who is generally viewed ad a damsel. Vanellope doesn’t take Ralph at face-value like everyone else. Instead, she got to know him and found the kind-hearted, gentle soul he was. She learns that the thing about her that she once hated makes her special, and embraces it. She learns to help others, that she doesn’t know everything, and that it’s okay to ask for help. She learns that the platonic love between friends is a very powerful thing. She grows as a character, and does so without a love interest.

Then there’s Sergeant Calhoun. She’s a tough-as-nails veteran with PTSD. She’s the best there is at what she does and the boys couldn’t do her job better if they tried. She’s not the best at romance, but she cherishes love when she does manage to find it. She’s also intelligent as well as pretty, which is something you don’t always see in female characters. And, falling in love with Felix does not compromise who she is as a person. Loving Felix did not ‘cure’ her of her PTSD. Marrying Felix did not mean she became a doting housewife.

And, both of these characters showed little girls that it’s okay for girls to like 'boy’ things.

“The One You’ve Been Waiting For:”  A Summary.

The title:  

Is grossly misleading.  I wasn’t waiting for any of this.  

Did Sam get a dog?  Did all my favorite characters unexpectedly return from the dead?  Did every one of Cas’s shitty relatives line up to present him with a thoughtful apology and a guinea pig?  Did Dean finally admit to himself that most heterosexual men don’t call their platonic bro-pals things like “sunshine” and “huggy bear?”  

No?  Well, call me when that changes.  Until then, I’m going to bed.


Ellie:  

Is the human personification of a cupcake and I am really, really glad she isn’t dead.  


Sam: 

Is too kind and empathetic for this world.  Uses his own trauma to help similarly troubled souls, knows when Dean needs pie, was destined to be a professional counselor, and it is a travesty that he is not one. 


Aaron “Gay Thing” Bass:  

Was not present nearly enough.  End of discussion.


Hitler:  

When they said they were going for a “Richard Simmons-type” interpretation, I honestly thought they were joking.  Evidently, they were not.


Dean “I Killed Hitler” Winchester:  

Killed Hitler.  Is also struggling with feelings of rejection and abandonment which he avoids confronting under the guise of mature rationalization, but seems to have gained brief reproach via killing Hitler.  Because killing Hitler is generally a good self esteem booster.  Did I mention he killed Hitler? Oh, and he also deserves pie.  Because he killed Hitler.