it all began with a crystal

fullmooninthenightsky  asked:

Hey, I read you answered questions on witchcraft and I'm just about starting out on being a witch and I'm just kinda lost. How do I find out what kind of a witch I am, for example? And what about room decor, plants, drying herbs, crystals, sigils and others? How do I even start being a witch?Do you have any websites or blogs (or tips?) that could help me out? Thank you ♡ x

Hi there!

You find out what kind of witch you are, by deciding what kind of witchcraft you want to practice. Most people just choose what they want to be, based off what they like, what they feel drawn to, or just what they want to do. [Here] is a list of types of witches that might inspire you / help you get started on finding a type of magic you want to work with first. This list is not extensive, and what you choose you aren’t stuck with forever - you can try other things, combine things, whatever you want to do! Witchcraft is super personal, and it’s all for you, by you. You also don’t need to confine your magic to any singular label; you can choose more than one to work with.

I picked sigil magic to start with, for example, because it seemed easy, and I knew I could draw; it also required very little supplies, and it also honestly seemed the least likely to backfire. xD My craft eventually evolved into eclectic magic, because I began using a bit of everything else (crystals, herbs, candles, etc.) in my magic to get what I needed.

As for room decor, that’s up to you. You don’t need it, though. You don’t need to *look* witchy to *be* witchy. If you need to be on the down low about your magic, you don’t have to draw huge pentacles on your walls or wear all black or anything like that to still have magic work. What makes you a witch or magic user is what’s inside you, not around you (it can help but, you know, not required). But, if you want to make your room look “witchy,” whatever that means to you, go right for it. But I don’t think it will impact your magic in any way. (I don’t view altars / magical work spaces as decor - they are more than just decorations.)

In regards to plants, it’s another case of if you want to. All my herbs I get pre-dried in grocery stores and bulk stores, because I can’t grow plants worth squat. I’ve taken fresh herbs from grocery stores, actually, that’s a lie, but they were already grown, and I just hung them in my window to dry them. If you want to try growing your own herbs, feel free, but it isn’t necessary - pre-dried and store bought have worked perfectly for me for the last two years. (I also don’t know anything about growing herbs or gardening, so you’d need to go elsewhere for those answers.)

Working with crystals and sigils are optional - they can prove beneficial, but if you don’t want to do that, you don’t need to. 

Working with *anything* is optional, when you get right down to it - all these things, candles, herbs, crystals, are just amplifiers and focuses for magic. You can perform witchcraft with just your own body, energy, and intent. You just need to know how. (P.S. [energy work] is how.)

Doing your own research will never go amiss, let me tell you that right now. I know it can seem daunting, and you don’t know where to start, but seriously, just a Google search of “witchcraft crystal magic” or “witchcraft sigil magic” can pull up a lot of information and give you more ideas of where to go that you can follow on your own. (I really recommend specifying “witchcraft” when searching on the internet, because you might get a lot of pop culture links that just aren’t relevant, or a variety of other articles that might not be applicable.)

You start being a witch by deciding you want to be a witch. Boom, congratulations, welcome to witchcraft! :D From there, it’s going to be a lot of research. Research will help you determine more about witchcraft in general, and from there you can decide what you want to do with it. Once you have an idea of things you might want to try - working with crystals, herbs, sea magic, etc. - you can do more focused research on those topics. 

Once you have an idea of what you want to do, try it out. Give some things a shot and practice. Write down what you try, so if it doesn’t work or things go wrong, you can look back and think “what if I try this instead?.” and then try it. It really is all about experimentation. You will make mistakes, spell may not work - it is something that has happened to us all, and likely will again. Nothing is perfect and neither is magic. Don’t be daunted, though - you are new to it, it will take some time to get the hang of and build your confidence up. Just stay positive, and remember that mistakes are learning experiences, and help define you more as witch. Never give up. The magic is inside you, you just need to find the right way to work with it. 

Here are some more posts on starting with witchcraft:

Some of my favorite blogs:

@breelandwalker @oldmotherredcap @fuckyeahpaganism
@recreationalwitchcraft @maddiviner @cunningcelt @witchtips
@teapartyforthewitches @sigilathenaeum @orriculum @magpiesmagicnest
@the-darkest-of-lights @witchy-infobook @thepaganstudygrouppage
@spooniewitches @lowspoonswitchcraft @neurowitchcraft @neurodwitches
@witchy-words  @urbanspellcraft @witchsaves @thewitchlessons
@thewitchingour @witchy-woman @violetwitchcraft @spiritvexer
@the-ram-witch @theoryofmagick @low-budget-witches @witchoncampus
@phoenyxoftheashes @cosmic-witch @phaesphore @stormbornwitch  
@stormwaterwitch @witchglitch @cladinscarlet @smokeandblueroses  
@darkwoodswitch @alsowitchcraft @nightkunoichi @stsathyre
@witchofkeys @witchy-tips @witchy-businesss @thiscrookedcrown
@herbs-and-spells @herbs-and-journals @belladonnaswitchblog
@the-atypical-pagan @thepunkgreenwitch @liberumbrarum
@upthewitchypunx @queerkitchenwitch @lavenderspells @witchcraftings
@broomcorner @modern-witchcraft @themoonmysteries

Long post, but yeah, I hope that helps you! If you have any more questions, I’ll do what I can to help you. :)

So, we had this very interesting campaign tonight. The players that talked during this… wonderful exchange are as follows: Lilith, a warlock played by a female player. Ben, the paladin played by a male player. And, the perpetrator herself, who we’ll call Sunny, a hyperactive ADHD-stricken wood elf described as ‘cute’ by their player… played by a male player, one with a very loud voice. He, coincidentally, does not have ADHD. The plot of the campaign is inconsequential as the interesting quotes involved are all out-of-character.

It began like a normal session.

DM: So, Patricia Onion, the leader of the farming guild, welcomes you into her home.

DM (as Patricia): As you can see, our leek harvest has been-

Sunny (interrupting OOC): Aren’t leeks the anime vegetable?

DM (OOC): …no, Sunny, they are not, they are a type of onion. Now, back to the game-

Sunny (interrupting again): No, they’re anime celery.


Ben: So, about those surveillance crystals, you said they all just showed up?


*rage builds for a moment, and then subsides*

Lilith: No, actually, it’s just a theory.  A game theory.

Ben: Thanks for watching.

Sunny: But he had a point when he said Sans was Ness.

There was silence for a while after that.

Foreshadowing 11/10

I bet a lot of us where wondering about the choice of color scheme during this part of “Mr. Greg”. In this Episode Pearl and Greg are both sining (along with Steven) about the devastating loss of Rose Quartz.

But after the latest Steven bomb, this scene began to remind me about two other yellow and blue gems/people morning over the loss of a coincidentally pink figure


long ago, back when i thought i had self restraint and impulse control, i stumbled upon an old ask from gav-bot innocently asking id i’d consider a gem-stuck au… 

jk, this was just a very fun way to exercise drawing different body-shapes and silhouettes. ask about fusions if you’d like, i’ve already got a bunch sketched out! (& info for everyone down below since i had so much time to world build while working on everyone and i’d like to get it out somewhere :3c)

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Lapidot Moments - The Masterpost

The “Lapidot Moments” series is an ongoing project that aims to discuss all of the possible hints and evidence for the Lapidot ship.  It covers the actual episodes of Steven Universe themselves, as well as possible hints from the Crewniverse and even topics such as the use of actual Peridot and Lapis Lazuli gemstones in crystal healing.

Please don’t look at this post expecting a simple bullet-pointed list - each point is followed by a link, which will take you to a post discussing that subject.  Everything being said is therefore being backed-up with some written analysis and/or images and GIFs from the show.

This masterpost will be updated (and possibly subsequently reblogged) each time we get more Lapidot hints/episodes/evidence.  

If anyone thinks that I’ve missed anything, please do let me know!  My inbox is always open.

In chronological order

The Return

Log Date 7 15 2

Same Old World

Barn Mates

Too Short To Ride

Beta and Back To The Moon

  • Peridot and Lapis are so happy and relaxed around each other in Beta - it’s arguably the happpiest we’ve ever seen either of them.  They’ve set up a home together, give each other some quite telling looks, and Lapis is shown to be the only Gem who has ever truly taken an interest in what Peridot likes doing:

The Kindergarten Kid

Video Chat

Gem Harvest

The New Crystal Gems

Room For Ruby

General analysis from various episodes



Vld Atlantis: The Lost Empire AU Chapter One

The city was in chaos. A large explosion, followed by a monstrous wave and warships, triggered the Altean warning system. A man shouted over the speaker system for everyone to evacuate into the shelters while several other men struck large bells. Red spotlights shone across the city in seemingly random patterns.

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On This Day…

Sam x Reader

Summary:  May 2nd isn’t just Sam’s birthday. 

Warnings: a little smut, description of drowning

Words: 950

Beta: @a-screaming-ghost

I’m thinking of you today.

Happy Birthday!

You send the texts off and place your phone back on the counter, then slide a pan of cupcakes into the oven. It’s 50/50 whether he’ll respond, but it’s important you don’t let the date pass without acknowledging it, without acknowledging him.

It’s your eleventh anniversary after all.

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llorstel  asked:

The Castleship being like a non verbal HAL

“When you put it that way, it does make it sound a bit haunted, doesn’t it?” 

Coran hummed quietly as he worked on fine-tuning the power flow of the couplings between the Balmeran energy crystal and the Castle’s engines. 

It was an old song, a familiar song, one he’d learned in the barracks of the Altean military after duty and after a few too many shots of Netrichta-leaf spirits.

The engine gently hummed with him.

“Alright, old girl,” he said as the calibration monitor he’d attached finally began showing the correct readings. “That should keep you running smoothly for a bit. Or at least until the shields fail again,” he added dryly. 

The engine crackled, a low, staticky sound.

“I know, I know.” Coran pulled himself out from under the crystal and got to his feet, then patted the control monitor’s console. “Maybe we’ll find you some nice upgrade components on Hekuyoja, hm? Kolivan says they have good trade with the Wericha.”

Another pulsing hum, three deep, resonating notes, and Coran chuckled as he packed his repair tools back into their kit.

“All systems re-route to forward shields!” Allura ordered behind him, and though it did as she commanded, the Castle groaned, low and pained, as it did so.

“Hold together, girl,” Coran urged through gritted teeth, clinging to the navigation and weapons console to keep from being thrown off his feet when they took another hit. “You’ve got enough life in you yet, I know you do.”

Regaining his footing, he began typing in a workaround to free some of the weapons for a retaliatory strike, and the Castle’s energy crackled and hissed around them. “That’s it, that’s it, come on, hit back,” he encouraged.

A sharp rumbling noise sounded under their feet, like a rousing nebula snake, and the forward guns finally responded for the first time since they’d taken that broadside sucker-hit, scoring a deep, blazing gash into the opposing ship.

We’re in!” Pidge called triumphantly over the comm as streaks of light shot into the hole to begin ripping the pirates apart from the inside, and Coran took a deep, relieved breath. 

“I think you definitely earned those upgrades now,” he murmured quietly enough that Allura wouldn’t hear.

And the ship hummed just a little louder around him.

here’s a bit of a ref sheet for Peepo, because I realized I never made one!!!!!! also how tall she is in comparison to our Peri, in case anyone would ever want to draw them together

i’ve also realized I never wrote out a profile for Peepo, SOOO

Full name: Peridot FACET 2F5L CUT 5XH

Alias: Peepo, Susan (new name given to her by the CGs)

Alignment: Neutral (previously served Homeworld, now she is an ally to the Crystal Gems)

Backstory: 5XH previously served Yellow Diamond on Homeworld, just like all of the other peridots in her FACET. Some time after creation, 5XH began facing ridicule from almost all of the other peridots in her facet, mostly for her looks, her shyness, and a silly nickname given to her by her peers. 5XH had few friends in her FACET, but the closest ones were Peridots 4XS (@amphibizzy‘s Quats), 2XW (Poncho), and her best friend, 3XZ (Penny). Our Peridot, 5XG, was unfortunately one of the many peridots who took part in bullying 5XH. One day, 5XH was assigned a mission on Earth, to repair the Galaxy Warp after 5XG had failed to do so. She complied, but was unfortunately caught in action and bubbled by the Crystal Gems. 5XG quickly jumped to 5XH’s defense, and freed her from her bubble. Since then, 5XH has been given a new name from the CGs, and has been slowly befriending them. However, she is still loyal to Yellow Diamond.

Additional Info:

  • Her voice is rather soft and squeaky. She basically sounds like our Peridot, but quieter and always on the verge of tears. She stutters a lot.
  • She likes dogs.
  • Her favorite type of Earth weather is snow. She doesn’t like rain because thunder startles her.
  • She’s super gay. It’s very easy for her to develop crushes on other gems. Most of the time, all you have to do is be nice to her, and she’ll fall in love with you. 
  • She’s very emotional.
  • She holds grudges easy. When she first started living on Earth, she held a major grudge towards our Peridot from how she was treated on Homeworld. Since then, she’s still a little bit resentful.
  • Despite her seemingly shy and stressed nature, 5XH can be incredibly aggressive. If you hurt one of her friends, or crush one of her robonoids, you can kiss your sweet ass goodbye, because she’s going to blast it into oblivion. 5XH’s underlying hostility is also what caused her a bit of trouble with the Crystal Gems. She would threaten them and sometimes attempt to attack them, Peridot especially. The only Crystal Gem she was truly nice to at first was Steven, as he never presented himself as a threat to her.
  • While 5XH is most certainly not dumb, she is a slow thinker and processor. She often has to ask a lot of questions, and take notes while somebody is speaking to her.

there you go, facts about da PeepoTM

Magnets: The End

A Prompto Argentum Soulmate AU

Chapter 4 | AO3
Word Count: 3,483

Aurora let her legs dangle over the arm of the couch, her back flat against the cushions as she stared at the blank white ceiling of her apartment. Maybe, she thought, if she concentrated hard enough, either the ceiling would collapse on her and end this horrible gut-wrenching feeling that had taken hold of her entire being, or the ground would cave in and swallow her whole.

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Avoiding the Apocalypse Pt. 2: The Girl from the Future

Pairings: Bucky x Reader (eventually)

Warnings: may contain some inappropriate language

Word count: 1.2k

Heads Up: @missallpony1234 @thecynicalnerd @heismyhunter @waywardimpalawriter @misspadfoot02 @flowercrownsandmetallicarms @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x @rachelle-on-the-run @i-had-a-life-once @lilasiannerd @transdadlovesyou @aenna-4 @buckyb-avengers @amrita31199 @shamvictoria11 @livforthegames @crazyfangirlk @thelostpieceofpizza @anotherotter @caitsymichelle13 @marvel-fanfiction @maxinemauricio @sammysgirl1997 @capandbuck

Originally posted by freeyourselfsc

Steve pulled away from the girl and stood beside you. You both stared at the teenage girl wearing a form fitting suit. She had brown hair that was tied in a high ponytail while a leather mask covered half her face.

“Who are you and where did you come from?” you demanded.

“It’s me! It’s…” she paused then took a few steps back. She paced back and forth while muttering to herself. You looked at Steve and eyed the glass box that contained a glowing blue crystal. You slowly moved towards the crystal as the young girl muttered to herself excitedly. She then turned to you and screamed,

“Okay I’ve got it!”

You immediately froze and stared at the girl.

“This might sound crazy but I’m from the future! Uncle Tony sent me. He said that if I could help you guys find all of these Asgardian crystals then you guys could stop HYDRA from creating the apocalypse and my future would be a happier place,” she explained.

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Fortune Teller

Based on this prompt: “A Sexually confused Kimberly going to a fortune teller and she gets a glimpse of her future with Trini from their first date to their wedding all the way to them being parents.” by @iamtonyredgrave

“Will you help me see?
Will you let me know?
If I’m gonna be,
Everything I want.”

- Prayer-lude, Naomi Scott.

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redoxrosezzz  asked:

lol if its alright i have another fic prompt: the media begins to notice that in battle the yellow and pink rangers are always fighting alongside each other (and are very close). the media starts shipping them, but thinks the yellow ranger is a boy. cue trini having a lot of angry words to say about people thinking she and kimberly are a straight couple. even better if trini calls out an interviewer while as the yellow ranger lol

^^ I threw in some Supergirl stuff just cause I know it. Anyway I liked this prompt. Once again you guys can send me any prompts. I never expected people to actually read these or enjoy them. So thanks my dudes.^^

“How the hell do they think I’m a boy! These suits, much to my annoyance, outline my boobs! Like completely.” Trini had been fuming the whole way to the quarry. At school someone had been talking about the ‘pink lemonade’ ship for the power rangers. Clearly interested Trini dove deeper only to discover they though that she was a dude.

“Like I said a few minutes ago, I don’t mind that the suit outline your boobs…” Kimberly whispered under her voice. She knew better than to poke the (saber tooth) tiger with a stick.

“Like how do they -” Trini was muffled by the sound of water surrounding them. “-like really. Don’t you agree babe?” Trini clearly didn’t seem to grasp the fact that almost her whole story had been blocked out by water.

“Yeah. Yep. Every word of it babe.”

“You stopped listen a few minutes ago, didn’t you.” Trini deflated as the words left her mouth.

“No babe not entirely. I listened really closely to the part about your boobs…” Kim used her sweatshirt, which was wet, to ‘dry off’ Trini’s midsection.

“Let’s go love birds. We got puddies on Main Street near the news station. Kim, stop groping Trini.” Zach said as he jumped up and out of the cavern while morphing.

“We can finish talking about your boobs later…” Kimberly said as she followed Zach up and out of the water.

The fight against the puddies was child’s play. 10 minutes top. After all of the clay pieces were once again inanimate again the news crews flooded the streets. Trini saw her opportunity. Jason would be mad, he said to never ever purposely talk to the press, or anyone else while morphed, but this needed to happen.

As the yellow ranger approached the news crews everyone grew very interested. The rangers had never gone out of their way to talk to the press before. Flaking behind the yellow ranger was the pink, but the other three started toward the way they came from. Kimberly stayed close enough to hear the whole conversation that would be happening but not close enough to be in it.

All of the reporters began talking at the same time as soon as Trini was within 10 feet of them.

“Yellow ranger, do you work for he government?”

“Are the 5 of you all there are?”

“What’s it like working with 4 guys and only 1 girl on the team? Does the Pink Ranger feel outnumbered?”

“What was that large crystal taken out of the ground a month ago?”

“Are you aliens?!”

“What formal training do you have that makes you qualified to be one of these Power Rangers?”

“Who is in charge of your group? CIA? NSA? NASA? DEO?”

“Are you and the pink ranger an item?”

Trini swallowed the ball of nerves that had made its way into her throat. She held her hand up to the reporters and somehow that made them go quite. She tried to summon everything she remembered from that speech class back in 8th grade.

“Hello. I am the Yellow Ranger. I make up the only team of Power Rangers. I am here to say 1 thing and 1 thing alone. I have seen many new reports saying that the Pink Ranger and I are together. While I will not confirm nor deny this statement I will make one change. It is not 4 guys and 1 girl. It’s 3 guys and 2 girls. Both the Pink Ranger and I are of the human female kind. That is all.”

Trini turned a walked back to Kimberly. “Want to give them the story of the week?” Kimberly asked once she started walking shoulder to shoulder. Trini looked up at the taller girl with her hidden face and nodded. Kim slid her hand through Trini’s and grabbed on.


Trini may not have been able to put her own face with the yellow and pink rangers but she could at least be proud of what they had started. Within a few hours many major news sources had picked up the information and were spreading it like wildfire. People like Madam President to Cat Grant to Ellen were sharing the story. They were even mentioned on the Today show.

The Pink and Yellow Rangers were also invented to a number of LGBT events as guests of honor. They could come morphed or not. (Every invitation was put out online and included that they could come in normal clothes. Clearly this had only added fuel to the fire to figure out who the rangers were.) Jason had even agreed they could go to one or two of them for a little while. He thought that they could do some good outside of fighting on the streets.

This whole ordeal started a few special things for the rangers. For the blue and black rangers, they started visiting hospital. No one turned them away and they boys always loved it. The red ranger would be seen at the hospital from time to time and orphanages. The pink and yellow are most commonly found at safe spaces but they also make trips to the hospital and women shelters.

This may have started out with Trini angry at the press for doing this, but now she couldn’t thank them enough.

batjokes headcanon: dancing

The Wayne family, being one of the most rich, powerful and all around respected family had to keep a crystal clear image around a filthy city like Gotham. 

So when Bruce was at the young age of six, he began to take waltz lessons. 

They took place in the cold and imposing ballroom of the Wayne manor. Bruce was young, and the memory was distant but he could always remember two things. Dvorak’s serenade in E major, and how his mother would dance with him after his lessons. 

Bruce always thought his mother was an angel, and she certainly looked like one while she danced. Always draped in the finest silks and the most beautiful furs, Bruce didn’t want to disappoint her when they danced together. But Martha Wayne didn’t mind. Whenever Bruce tripped over his shoes or her own feet, she always gave her son a small smile and continued to dance with grace and refinement.

When Bruce’s parents died when he was eleven, he stopped lessons all together. The thought of his mother’s graceful waltz and easy smile was all too painful, even for a child.  

It was a rainy and cold evening when Bruce began to dance again, daggers rained from the sky and tore at the exposed skin on his face. The rooftops of Gotham were just as cold as his family’s ballroom.

His dancing partner was not his mother, it was a clown.

He was not gentle and forgiving like his mother.

Each step in the waltz moved with malice and hatred.

When Bruce laid his hands on Joker for the first time, music swelled in his head. With a flourish of Dvorak, Joker was cast across the rooftop and landed on his back, wheezing with laughter. 

This dance moved with so much passion and emotion, raw and exposed. It felt sinful and to an extent, pleasurable. It possessed  such great contrast to the ice cold memory of his mother Bruce felt guilty for participating in such atrocities.  

When the dance was over, and Batman removed his cowl to become Bruce Wayne once more, the song still echoed in his head and he realized perhaps a new dancing partner wouldn’t be all that bad. 

More Quartz and Kindergarten Ramblings

I subscribe to the theory that prior to colonizing Earth, Homeworld, comparatively-speaking, did not have that large of a military presence - enough to have a solid structure and to allow White, Yellow, and Blue Diamond to enforce colonizing their own planets, but I don’t think it really spread out until Homeworld located Earth. And since the Earth was rich in minerals needed to make Quartz - given that Quartz is the second most abundant material in the Earth’s crust - it serves to speculate that the big reason it was colonized was for Homeworld to expand its military. And since it was Pink Diamond’s first colony, we can hypothesize that she was going to be the leader of the military sector of Homeworld.


Eyeball: Earth was Pink Diamond’s colony. Everything was going smoothly at first. Kindergartens were incubating their first soldiers. Big, warm pieces of Quartz…were being created from its rich minerals with great success. Then – bam! One of Pink Diamond’s very own Quartz soldiers started a rebellion and took it too far.

Bismuth: Rose Quartz changed my life. I came to Earth thinking this was just another colony. Build another arena for important fighters to fight in, build another spire for important thinkers to think in, and then, I met her. Just another Quartz soldier, made right here in the dirt, but she was different. And she was different because she decided to be.

We so far only know of two Kindergartens that Homeworld built on Earth - and that’s what shows in the reports - but there’s a distinct possibility that the first Kindergarten made was not Prime. Eyeball made mention of Kindergartens, as in the plural. The first Kindergarten was most likely the one that produced Rose Quartz and her cut - Pink Diamond’s first Earth-born soldiers. While the rest of the Earth was being colonized, with Arenas and Spires being built, the Rose Quartzes were likely being integrated into the Homeworld society that was coming to the colony. There they learned the caste system and social structure, and it’s my speculation this is probably when our Rose Quartz would have met Pearl.

But Rose Quartz - as among the first ever Earth-produced Gems - also was a product of her colony. Most importantly, she became enamored with the planet’s organic life. We know PD - whether it was really because she considered them trophies or because she wanted to preserve the species that would have faced extinction - put humans on her station. Perhaps the Rose Quartzes, as the soldiers, had been the first ones responsible with interacting with the humans. I think maybe PD sent Rose Quartz on missions to pick up humans as she conquered the planet, and it’s from there that Rose became fascinated with them - namely their free will, the ability to change and choose what they want to do.

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Addictions (Jiyong)

Description: After Jiyong’s military service he comes back to you, a girl from his past only to find out she’s engaged to one of his colleagues. 

Genre: Smut/ Angst (Cheating) 

Part Two Part Three Part Four 

Originally posted by memoriestomelodies

Being with him was like taking your first drink of alcohol. At first taste bitter but the more you began to drink the harder you found it to stop. He made a raging alcoholic both metaphorically and literally. He was the one that had bought you your first drink and he was the first to give you your first orgasm. He was the man who you blamed for the addictions in your life. it was until he left the country that you finally found yourself once again. You kept a safe distance between you and bars, there was no need to tempt the devil. With distance both of your addictions slowly became memories. 

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anonymous asked:

So I was reading the headcanon tags and saw that one about overprotective Marco, and I had this idea where tom and Marco are at his (tom's) house and his dad starts being a dick to tom to the point that he forgets Marco is here and start beating tom. Then Marco beats the shit out of him for ever daring to treat his demon like this, while yelling at him that he should treat his son with respect or something... think you could do a fanfic like this?

Of course I can! This was so much fun to write! I worked really hard on it and had a really nice time making it. I’m not sure if it sucks or not, but I hope it doesn’t. I think it’s good but I feel like you guys might hate it. IDK, trigger warning. abuse/violence

Marco sat near his boyfriend and the two smiled at each other, they were laughing happily with each other about just seeing one another again. “I’m so happy you decided to come see me today!” Tom grinned. “It’s gotten lonely here for a while.” He frowned. Marco tilted his head and gave the demon a kiss.

“Why have you been here alone? You could have just teleported over to see me.” Marco suggested. Tom frowned and shook his head.

“No, my dad was upset with me, so he doesn’t want me leaving.” Tom responded. “So he’s been keeping me here for a few weeks.” He explained. This confused Marco. How could somebody keep a person in their home?

“How exactly?” Marco asked.

“Oh it’s called a restricting hex.” Tom explained. “It puts limits on not just my supernatural abilities, but my physical ones as well. I can’t fly, teleport, make a flame, and I’ll start to get really weak if I leave my house. I don’t really have the energy to get about. And i I leave the atmosphere of the underworld, the fire and warmth and such, I’d probably start getting sick.” Tom made a face. He’s tried it before.

Marco tucked his hair behind his ear and tried to think of a situation where that sort of thing was acceptable. “I don’t… I don’t think you should have to go through that.” Marco mumbled. Tom looked up curiously, and then smiled warmly.

“Oh no, it sounds worse than it is, I promise.” Tom assured. This made Marco feel a little better about his boyfriend’s situation. “As long as I stay in my room and don’t act out of line, I’ll be fine!” Tom chirped. Marco went back to worrying after he said that.

“What do you mean by that?” Marco asked. “Does your dad have control over it? The hex I mean.” Marco added. Tom nodded.

“Yeah… he can make it cat up if I start to act out of line.” He said this part a little warily but then snapped back. “But it’s a good thing! I deserve punishment if I act how he doesn’t approve. He’s my father, I should do what he says.” Tom explained. Marco didn’t like this at all. He didn’t like this odd side of his demon tat seemed so… brainwashed! Marco could tell the things Tom was saying scared him, but he wasn’t accepting or seeing it.

“Tom, that’s not-” Marco wanted to explained this to Tom, but he cut off when the demon gasped and his ears pointed up sharply.

“Marco!” He gasped in a hushed tone. “Oh no, you have to hide!” Tom pushed Marco to the closet and shut the door.

“Tom? What’s happening?” Marco asked. Tom shushed him.

“Shhh! He’s coming! He’ll be angry if he sees you!” Tom didn’t give much information, but Marco put a hand over his mouth to keep himself quiet. He looked through the cracks in the door and saw a large man enter Tom’s room. Tom cowered in front of him like a tiny bug as he came closer. “D-dad, what y-you doing h-here?” Tom forced out.

“Speak clearly, you sound fearful and weak.” The king demanded. “Show weakness, and rebels may try and take you out. And I may just let them.” He threatened. Tom gulped and stood up straighter.

“Yes sir.” He forced himself to speak connectedly. “Why are you here?” Tom repeated.

“You’ve disobeyed me.” The king snarled. Tom’s eyes widened and he shook his head frantically. Marco, who was still watching, began to feel nauseous at the sight of how scared his demon was becoming. He wanted to go out and offer him some sort of support, but stayed put, remembering Tom’s urgency.

“No!” Tom cried. “I-I-I swear! I’ve been here the whole time!” Tom promised. His father grabbed Tom by the ear and lifted him off of the ground.

“You have gone to earth again! I know you have!” He screamed at the much smaller demon, he then threw his son onto the ground. Tom choked up and Marco had to cover his mouth again in order not to let out a cry.

“No! I swear! I didn’t!” Tom was almost near tears and shaking like a leaf as the king came closer. He grabbed his son again and lifted him up. Marco gasped when he saw the gigantic demon slug the smaller one across the face and throw him down to the floor.

Tom looked at the king fearfully and closed his eyes tight. He was waiting for him to hit him again, but something worse happened. “STOP!” Marco screamed. Tom opened his eyes and gasped when he saw Marco grab the king’s arm and pull him away from Tom.

“Marco, no!” Tom cried, not wanting the violence to turn onto his human. Marco ignored Tom’s cry and stared up at the king with a look of rage.

“I do not care who you are, the king of the underworld, the king of hell, or the fucking king of burgers, YOU DO NOT HURT YOUR KID!” Marco yelled, shoving the man back. Tom gasped at this minor motion. Marco was way too small in comparison to actually hurt the man, but even raising a hand to him was something Tom would never even dream of seeing.

“Tink for a moment about who you are instigating.” The king narrowed his eyes. Marco growled.

“Oh, I know, and I do not care.” Marco assured. “Tom is a dear, he’s wonderful, and he deserves your respect. A child should never, EVER fear their parent, you don’t DESERVE to be a parent.” Marco raged. The king grabbed Marco by the collar and lifted him up, but Marco showed no fear. “You hurt him to make yourself feel stronger, but you aren’t, you’re weak and you’re pathetic!” Marco yelled, kicking his feet.

The demon king’s eyes went totally black and he bared his sharp teeth. He began to speak in a disoriented voice. “You speak of fear like you know.” He hissed, Marco saw black flames coming from his feet. “ArE YOu ReADy tO FaCE TRuE fEAr?” He dared.

Tom clapped a hand over his mouth, he was done being afraid, he wanted to help his Marco.

Before the king could do something, the unexpected happened, the king freeze with confusion.

Marco started laughing.

He then looked up at the devil king and narrowed his eyes, giving a smug look. “Are you?” He asked. The devil king then dropped Marco once he heard a noise behind him. He whipped around and saw Hekapoo standing in the door followed by Lekmet and Rhombulus. Marco grinned at Tom who was holding the dimensional scissors. He had cut a portal open to Heckapoo’s dimension so she and the high commission who were gathered at the time, had seen everything.

“Lucifer!” Heckapoo yelled. “You know very well the harm of an outworld citizen is prohibited. And what’s worse, you used an outlawed restricting hex on your own son.” She read the charges. Lucifer was about to fight but Rhombulus crystallized him before he could say anything, then transported him to his home.

Hekapoo turned to look at the kids and smiled. “Thank you for calling me, Tom.” She smiled. “Now we have proof of everything we suspected about him.” She explained, and walked closer to Tom. “Now we have the authority to help you.”

Tom looked at Marco in shock. “Why-why would you do all that?” He whispered. “He could have killed you!” Tears began to well up in Tom’s eyes and Marco held him close. “Why would you do that!?” Tom blubbered.

“I had to protect you.” Marco hushed him.

“Don’t do that next time!” Tom cried. Marco shook his head and hushed the demon.

“Oh Tom, I could never let you suffer. I love you too much to let you get hurt, and watch somebody hurt you.” Marco explained. More tears began to fill Tom’s eyes and he sobbed, being held by the human boy.

“It’s all my fault, I almost LET you get hurt.” His voice was shaky. Marco shook his head and gave Tom a kiss, trying to calm him.

“No, sweetie, no of course not.” Marco soothed. “You saved me, you called them here and saved me, and yourself.” he reminded. “You are so strong.” He whispered to the demon. Tom felt more tears well up in his eyes, and he clutched Marco close.

“I made it.”

Aizen Sosuke, chilling as Soul King.

I wish I had an excuse but not really, the picture turned into an utter mess, which I mostly like though, just imagine an AU where he won by the first try and now got what he want, though idk if you see, at the edges has it a slight crystallized effect and there are chains, so I leave the rest of interpretation to you ila / @deusuprema, your commentary always motivates me to draw more of Aizen asdfg <3

bookgirl318  asked:

HI! I love this blog. Thank you all for doing this for fans. The stories are all absolutely wonderful My birthday is March 18th, and I would love to have a story. I love fairy tale based stories, so anything with Peeta and Katniss in that format would be a wonderful birthday gift.

Originally posted by justheronly

Wishing you the happiest of birthdays! To help you celebrate in style, the always amazing @norbertsmom has crafted this delightful Everlark story just for you! Enjoy!

The Jabberjay and the Mockingbird

Rating: T

A/N: Happy birthday! This fairy tale is loosely based on Disney’s Sleeping Beauty, with gender swaps and many other changes along the way. It’s not really a drabble, as it’s just over 6k words, oops. I hope you like it. Enjoy.

Special thanks to @mega-aulover who beta read this for me.

The Jabberjay and the Mockingbird

A long time ago in the land of Panem lived the beloved King Aurik and his beautiful Queen Emma Rae. They were fair and kind, beloved by all, but they were surrounded by sadness for they longed to have a child. And the queen’s childbearing years were coming near to an end.

Desperate to provide her husband and the kingdom with an heir, the queen crept out of bed one night after she was certain her husband was fast asleep. She looked out her bedchamber window toward the bright green star that sat low on the horizon over the Rock Mountains to the west. Legend said that the cost was high, but if you were willing to pay the price, you must wish upon the star for 7 consecutive nights for the wish to come true.  As the queen, she had great wealth, so she had the means to pay whatever the cost. She closed her eyes and whispered her plea.

The queen repeated her wish every night for seven nights straight.

When she finished reciting her wish on the seventh night the green star appeared to grow. It became so much brighter than it had been. It grew in size until the queen realized that the star was actually coming closer. The bright green light that she thought was a star flew up into the tallest tower in the castle.

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