it contrasts with her dark hair

her colors are muted and she looks tired.
‘holding up,’ she says,
and i’m just holding up too but god, this contrast;
light and dark,
soft and bold,
melancholy and anger,
beauty and the furthest thing from it.
she is unsettling, yet…
not in a bad way.
not at all.

and she is lovely.
her eyes are gentle,
blue like twilight
(and i understand for the first time why
they’re supposed to be the windows to the soul).
her hair is not spun gold
and she doesn’t shine like the sun;
she is the moon in all its glory.
the kind of light she carries cannot be explained–
it’s in her bones and the way she walks,
and the way she speaks.
soft,
like she doesn’t want to be seen or heard.

but she is beautiful.

god built the universe
with a voice like that.

—  when a girl loves a girl the stars fall to the earth.
dissonance [1]

summary: The King of Death finds he can also control life. || hades!bucky x persephone!reader

warnings: none that I can think of

note: Surprise, motherfuckers. This is kind of short [and kind of bad], just a few words shy of 1K. They’ll get longer as the story progresses, but I hope you guys like this. H’s book work isn’t included in this chapter, but he will be featured in some other things, and he did help me write/edit some of this. Let me know what you guys think. Feedback is always appreciated!

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PadMay

Day 21: Favorite RotS Costume

The Funeral Gown

The last thing she is ever seen wearing. She and the dress are so beyond beautiful. She looks like an angel almost. The dress looks like she’s wearing a waterfall, and all those sequins catch the light in such a sparkling way. The flowers in her hair are beautiful too, looking almost like stars. The flowers and resemblance of water seem to represent the natural world, and is a stark contrast to what Anakin has become. Vader’s costume is dark, cold, and terrifying. He is a man-made machine, nearly devoid of life, where as Padme seems to represent things that grow and give life, despite the fact that she is the one that has died. 

The designer, Trisha Biggar, said the costume was meant to resemble the lakes of Naboo and symbolize her spiritual return to the lake. Natalie Portman once said the dress reminded her of Ophelia in that Padme looks like she’s drowning. I think these are interesting ways to interpret the dress. And I’m so glad they decided to include the japor snippet, calling back to her love for who Anakin once was.

11 | You’ll Never Walk Alone

BTS + GOT7 X READER [GANG!AU]

WORD COUNT: 4,522

series warnings: mature themes, strong language, violence, substance abuse, eventual smut. this chapter contains graphic content such as violence

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I Want To Dream

“Persephone!” Hades screamed as the gate sealed behind her. The vines curled around each other, closing the opening of the underworld before his eyes once again. Hades pounded his fist on the gate willing it to open, willing it to give her back, to uncurl and let him out. For once. Just let him out, let him have one more minute with her. Just one. His knuckles split and he felt blood run down his fingers but he didn’t stop he just kept pounding at the vines. Hitting, and clawing and pushing every force of darkness in his magic at the wall. He gave everything he had, and was left with a sealed gate that laughed at him.

Knees giving out, Hades slid down the wall. Tears silently rolled down his cheeks, matting his dark curly hair to his face. His eyes stared at the vines as he curled up next to the gate, as close to her as he can get. He stayed like that for hours, days, weeks, he couldn’t tell anymore. All he could feel was how his heart was ripped open and the insides clawed out. They had taken her from him again and again and again and he couldn’t stop it, and every time his heart was ripped from his damned soul.

“I know I’m leaving tonight but can you at least smile for me.” Persephone asked. Hades gave her a faint smile. They ate their breakfast next to each other, one hand intertwined with the others under the table.  When they were finished, they walked around their underground palace for hours, just talking and laughing. The sword was always in the back of their minds, why they were differing from their usually routine, the months without the other about to occur. Their hands never untied, clutching each other every second as if they could fuse together. Never separated.

With only a few hours left they found themselves in the ballroom. Persephone looked at him and smiled, less bright than usual, but still stunning. She had flowers woven in her hair in the shape of a crown, her dark curly hair falling down her back. Black and gold thread wove across her satin dress in swirls and designs that twirled in an endless dance. Her dark skin contrasted perfectly with Hades’ pale porcelain, the result of years trapped in an underground world. His skin was leathery and tough unlike Persephone’s soft skin, like flower petals. Millennia walking through fires and dragging souls behind him had taken its toll.

“Will you dance with me?” Hades asked and held out his hand.

“Only if you give me that big genuine smile I know so well.” Persephone said. The corners of her mouth turned up when she saw Hades’ roll his eyes.

“You can’t force a smile like that.”

“Well give me a nice smile and I will see if I can make it bigger.” Hades raised an eyebrow and slowly pulled his mouth into a smile. She took his hand and he spun her into his arms. Her loud laugh caressed his ears and danced behind his eyes, making him smile so hard he felt his teeth would crack.

“There it is.” She said. She took a step back from him and twirled, her dress splaying out and gliding through the air with her, and they danced.

They danced until their lungs could no longer keep up and they kicked off their shoes to some unknown part of the room. Twirling and gliding and curling around one another. Breathing each other in like they would never see the other again. There wasn’t any music, only their breaths that echoed through the room. But the music in their minds was louder than their own heartbeats in their ears. Drowning out everything except each other. Laughing and smiling they danced and Hades gave his rare smile to her and she gave her light. Her beautiful glow that vibrated through anyone that laid their eyes upon her. For hours, they danced. Hours.

“Hades.” Persephone said and her face scrunched up in pain. “Hades, it’s time. They’re coming.” He gripped her harder, refusing to let go.

“No, they don’t get to take you again. Never again.” He hissed.

“Hades.” She smiled sadly. “I love you.” He shook his head and gripped her hand, dragging her behind him as he faced the door of the ballroom. Waiting.

They slithered through the doors, tendrils of transparent smoke hidden to the eyes.

“You aren’t taking her. Not this time. Not ever.” Hades spat at them. The smoke seemed to vibrate with laughter at his words. It slithered closer, slowly over one tile and then another across the ballroom floor and pounced. Slamming into the two lovers it ripped through their forged hands and broke their grip. Locking around Persephone’s waist it pulled her across the floor and through the halls. Hades scrambled after, barely out of reach. Always just barely out of reach. Always watching them drag her away.

“I love you!” He yelled. She mouthed the words back at him, her voice hidden by the smoke. The gate was opening in front of them. Vines unlocking from their grips, slivers of sunlight shining through the opened gate. It pulled her through.

 

The servants slowly trickled out from their hiding spots, knowing better than to be seen on calling day. They brought wet rags, blankets and slices of bread and meat from the kitchen. Hades was still bloody and curled in on himself against the sealed gate. One servant took his limp hand and wiped the dried blood from it. Another washed his face as he looked upon them with dead eyes. They covered him with blankets and left the food next to him, hoping he will eat in the days to come. Just like before, they trickled away, leaving their broken king to wait for his lover to come home.



I wrote this as a final for a class and thought I should post it and see if you like it.

I recommend listening to Dream by Imagine Dragons while or before you read it. (It’s the song I had on repeat while writing this.) 

If you have ever listened to the musical Hadestown I also recommend listening to Lover’s Desire.


Please don’t repost, don’t be an asshole.

DETAILED COLORING TUTORIAL

I got asked by people who never made gifs before how I make and color them, and since I already made a tuto how I gif, it’s time I show how I color them

what you’ll need:

  • basic gif making knowledge (I made a tutorial here)
  • photoshops cs5/cs6/cc (I’m using cs6)
  • a pen so you can sign a contract with the devil

I’m going to try to explain how I usually color my gifs with some extra explanation and comments on how and why. I go like this on almost everything and it works like a charm.

so, from this:

to this:

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Amren is Manon

Okay, so I just finished reading both series and I was already speculating what Amren was when I read that SJM had told one of her readers already and they had freaked out. This means that we must already know what sort of creature Amren is without needing much more explanation. I also read that SJM confirmed that ACOTAR and TOG are in the same megaverse, so their separate dimensions can hypothetically be reached through, say, a wyrdgate. 

Therefore, after careful deliberation and mulling over each character, all still fresh in my mind I have come to the conclusion that the best bet for what Amren’s true form is…. Manon.

Keep in mind, this would be Manon thousands of years after the war with Erawan in which she fell through a wyrdgate into the ACOTAR world as the cauldron was creating it. She was then trapped there and ensnared into a Fae body and went berserk, doing enough wrong to get her sent to The Prison. When she escaped, she knew that by now, Dorian and all her friends were probably long dead but never lost hope of returning to her realm. 

There are a couple different points to back up my theory: 

1. The blood drinking (emphasized by her particular love for goat blood which is what she and the Thirteen hunted and ate while in the Ferian Gap) 

2. Her disinterest in other people, especially advances from men as (hopefully) she is still harboring her love for Dorian perhaps and not wanting to bother with the fae of this realm when her heart belongs in another dimension 

3. She can read the Book of Breathings, written in a long forgotten language that everyone had forgotten. However, perhaps with everything in the war, Manon learned to read Wyrdmarks, as it was necessary for winning, and never quite forgot how to decipher it. Though after thousands of years she needed to brush up a bit before being able to read and translate the book. Or it could just be the dialect of Erilea that she has forgotten over the millenniums and must now remember how she had talked, and how she had read, feeling more and more sorry for Elide as she struggled to remember the way words were spelled and how the letters looked because she hadn’t realized how difficult it was to not be able to read.

4. Her automatic softness towards Feyre after she opened up about what happened with her family and what Tamlin had done to her, reminding Amren of a girl, thousands of years ago in another dimension who had also been abused and treated wrongly. So she gave Feyre the amulet to help her without even knowing her more than twenty-four hours. She just couldn’t help herself, there was so much Elide in that thin, Tamlin-wrecked girl that arrived at the House of Wind.

5. The fae body she is trapped in is the exact opposite from Manon’s, “several inches shorter than me [Feyre], her chin-length black hair glossy and straight, her skin tan and smooth and her face - pretty, bordering on plain - was bored’. This is in direct contrast to Manon, who has long, white hair, and a pale complexion, also quoted by Dorian that ‘he’d never seen anyone so beautiful’. Not to mention the eyes, Amren’s silver eyes battling with Manon’s deep gold. Whatever spell trapped her in that body, made her the opposite of what she once was, forcing her to hate this cage not only for the Fae exterior but the lie is portrayed over her once revered beauty. 

6. She joins a court that can fly so that she might once again feel the wind in her hair after so many years under a mountain in the dark. Also reminding her of her Thirteen, cleaved apart before darkness could claim them and away from her Abraxos who is left without a rider for the remainder of his life. But if I go too much into this one I’m gonna cry.

7. The jewelry ties into it somehow, probably. I’m thinking that she went through the wyrdgate using either The Amulet of Orynth or the Eye of Elena and it somehow got lost in transit. She had idly mentioned she was looking for a rare piece of jewelry once to Dorian and he has been buying the rarest pieces he can find for her ever since, knowing it is to somehow help her return. 

I’m not 100% sure where the powers came from, perhaps simply appearing in this realm or coming with the body, maybe gifted to her from Dorian, or honed from millennia in The Prison. Or any other twist SJM wants to play. 

TL/DR Amren is Manon trapped in another dimension, in another body, apart from everyone she loves and has been trying to get back to for the past five thousand years + 

sobriquet [ jungkook ]

noun : a descriptive name or epithet; a nickname

he’s declared himself your honey bunny chunkie wunkie and who are you to deny him?

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader
genre: fluff, comedy
type: college au
word count: 3,075 words
warnings: none
author’s note: i actually wrote half of this while completely drunk and had no recollection of it, but rochelle @gukstudio filled me in, so she’s the real mvp and here’s my take on #rochkook ♡ — based on very recent, very true events that consisted of too much liquid courage, one and a half frat parties, the boys next door, rosebushes, grilled cheese, and a whole lot of pizza rolls.


Eighteen years of living and at the cusp of youth, with one foot prematurely stepping over the line to the adulthood, you bask in the moment, abandoning all thoughts of midterm exams and looming due dates and instead, choose to dance wildly around in the crowded room with Yuna and Lisa. The harsh glow of the strobe lights cast weird shadows over everyone as the blaring music shakes the fraternity house to its core. With too many people spilling out onto the pavement, several boys now stand at the doorway, blocking the entrance and allowing only females to enter. Typical.

A game of beer pong has been haphazardly set up on the cramped kitchen counter, and you can see Jennie over there, tossing back her third cup, as several of the guys whistle at her. Still not feeling the effects of alcohol, she looks over and winks at you, a sly look on her face contrasting the confused one on yours, before a familiar pair of arms loops their way around your waist, and you suddenly understand.

You almost stumble as the person clinging to you sways forward, nearly taking you down with him. You quickly steady yourself before whirling around to meet the large, brown, doe eyed, but also glassy eyed, gaze of your boyfriend. Even drunk, with his dark hair messily swept around and a lazy smile quirking on the corners of his pink lips, he looks beautiful with a white shirt barely clinging onto his shoulders and exposing his collarbones while his ripped jeans accent his legs very nicely if you do say so yourself.

“Hello, my schnookums pumpkin bunny boo,” Jungkook manages to slur out, planting a rather sloppy kiss on your cheek with a loud smack.

Ah, yes. And the cringe worthy pet names have started to make its appearance, and you know exactly what that means.

Time to take your clearly very intoxicated boyfriend back to his place.

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betsforsythetrash  asked:

Alright Smut Queen, I'm gonna need a continuation of Bugheads make out scene but Betty is turned on by Jugheads new jacket, and maybe she ends up wearing it at some point??

Ok, here it is - the long awaited continuation, I really hope it’s what you wanted. This scene actually ruined me because every time I’m like is this too far??? I just remember what we actually saw and I’m like nope! I’ve sinned, my friends, I’ve sinned.
Warning: so much Bughead smut, all of the smut, a little feeling, but then more smut.

You Build Me Up, Believer


“I love you, Betty Cooper.”

Every inch of her froze, the words echoing in her ears as a silence settled over the trailer. The world felt as if it moved in slow motion as she turned to look at him. His beanie had been thrown casually to the side, leaving his dark, untamed waves ruffled and free. His shoulders were hunched in slightly as if he was braced for impact. But his eyes… Betty had never seen eyes so earnest, so open and giving. 

She took steady, paced out steps towards him, unable to keep the grin from spreading across her features. 

“Jughead Jones,” she whispered, heart racing. “I love you.” She could see the weight lift from his body – she had never felt so light herself, as if this was the last thing that needed to be heard before they could give themselves to one another without interruption, without restraint. Jughead looked almost disbelieving, eyes shining in the dim light. He had never been more thankful for the existence of another human being. 

His hands cupped her cheeks as he bent forwards, kissing her once, twice, letting her know just how grateful he was to have her, to call her his own. She inhaled deeply, pressing her body against the length of his front, fingers placed delicately against his neck. He pulled back to look at her, this beautiful creature in his arms. She was smiling back at him, eyes slightly hooded, lips beginning to swell. He grinned, dipping down to grip her behind and pull her into his arms, revelling in the squeal she let out that rang through the trailer. Her arms wrapped around his neck, steadying herself as she looked down at him, loose, golden waves shrouding them both as they fell over his shoulders. 

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anonymous asked:

hi viria! so, I wanted to know how you typically picture Hermione's hair to look like? because I noticed in the romione/hinny fanart you did of them in the gryffindor common room, Hermione's hair was like brick red. But in the deathly hallows kiss pic it turned out to be brown-ish. Was that like, intentional? or let's just say the lighting? i don't mean to sound rude, it's just a bit confusing on how her hair color actually is in some arts.

Don’t worry, you don’t sound rude at all! 

I’d say it was intentional? Generally, I imagine Hermione’s hair as a simple “dark brown”, in my head. Whenever I draw I pick different shades of dark brown because of the lighting and general colour palette of the image? I try to choose those that work well with background and everything else!

I try to leave the same tone/similar contrast to the skin, but mostly not the colour. Since one particular colour can look good with light background, but completely blend with dark, so it changes slightly *v*

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“Have you seen Betty?”

Kevin looked up from his cellphone to see the dark haired James dean lookalike staring at him expectantly.

“Are you kidding me? That’s the third time you’ve tracked me down to ask me that question , I’m flattered Jughead, really, but if you put half as much time into looking for Betty as you do asking me where she is, I’m sure you would actually find her.” He smirked cockily from his seat in the student lounge.

Jughead rolled his eyes and quirked an eyebrow as Kevin placed his phone down.
“It’s the third of the month, she’s were she is on every third day of every month.” He explained plainly. Clearly Jughead was missing something.

“And where would that be?” The beanie wearing boy asked patiently. Kevin finally looked up at him and frowned confused
“You mean you don’t know? You guys have been dating for three months, haven’t you ever wondered where she goes every third day of the month?” He asked.

“I never noticed, things have been pretty hectic, now that you mention it… so where is she? Where does she go?”

Kevin scratched his neck suddenly nervous and uncomfortable, it wasn’t a secret that Betty hid from anyone but it was a personal story, one Kevin was nervous to share. Jughead sensed Kevin’s tension and nodded encouragingly
“She’s my girlfriend dude.” He said slowly.

Shaking his head Kevin began the story

“On the third day of every month Betty heads out to the poppy fields over in Pembrooke, she spends pretty much the whole night there. She umm… it was her and her brothers special place. Do you remember Chick Cooper?” He asked

Jughead nodded, Chick Cooper was Betty’s older brother, he left Riverdale one day and never came back, everyone assumed he was in college and didn’t have time to make visits.

Kevin continued
“Chick well… Chick was killed a few years back, he was killed in combat. That’s why Betty took that huge break from school. Well anyway, Chicks ashes are spread in the poppy field and Betty goes every month to talk to him, when they were kids they would get dressed up and spend hours out there. Betty continued the tradition on the third of every month, she left school early today to head down there.” Kevin trailed off as his phone began to ring “oh that’s Joaquin! I have to take this” with that the excited boy ran off leaving Jughead alone with his thoughts.

What kind of a boyfriend was he that he didn’t know that about his girlfriend? Her brother, her best friend, he was dead? She never brought it up, never mentioned it. Was she holding all that pain in this whole time. God Jason blossoms murder, that must have hit home with her, that’s why she was always trying to help Cheryl, giving her the benefit of the doubt, he could still remember the soft way she had reminded Veronica

“Remember, She just lost her brother.”
He should have noticed how sad her eyes were, how she seemed to go to a distant place in her mind. She was always there supporting him, confiding in him, and he didn’t even care to know her family story?
Suddenly an idea rang through his mind, hopping over the couch, he ran through the halls before finding Archie in a towel in the boys locker room

“Hey jug! What’s u…”

“I need to borrow your white button down, you keep an extra in here for emergencies right?” Jughead asked digging through Archie’s gym locker.

“Umm yeah sure, why the desperate need for a button down” Archie asked confused.

“I’ve got a date with Betty and her brother.” He stated simply, smiling and holding up the white shirt in victory.
Archie looked confused
“Jug, Betty’s brother, chick.. he’s..”

Jughead ripped his shirt off and pulled Archie’s over his shoulders

“A little big, but it’ll do. Thanks pal, see you tonight.” He slapped a hand to Archie’s shoulder and headed outside towards Fred Andrews old truck, Archie’s dad let him drive it almost all the time, it was crazy having someone who cared about you, it still made Jughead stop and slow down a little, maybe one day he’d get used to it, but for now he was just grateful.

He arrived at the Pembrooke poppy fields in record time, casting a quick look in the mirror, he decided to leave his hat. He didn’t want Chick thinking he was a weirdo, ghost or not.

It was easy to find Betty, she was sitting crouched in the flowers, her long blonde hair left loose just like Jughead liked, the gorgeous black, flowing dress was a dark contrast to the brightly colored Flowers and Jughead was almost certain he would never see anything as beautiful as this scene for the rest of his life. He made his way to her slowly as he heard her talking into the air

“…but Polly is certain it’s a boy, even though the doctor says it’s twins she doesn’t believe him, I’d love a niece but then again having another guy In the house might be nice, ya know with dad not living at home anymore.”

Jughead took that moment to step in
“Hey, what am I chopped liver?” He asked with a small smile, laughing as Betty jumped up, her eyes going wide when she first saw him.

“Juggie?! What are you doing here?” She moved to touch his arm, a gesture she had adopted to let him know she was happy he was here.

“I told you that it’s important for me to meet your family, I meant your whole family.” He finished softly, cupping her cheek with his palm as her eyes filled with tears

“Juggie.” She choked out.

“Plus I get to see you looking like the blackbird of my dreams” he smiled goofily as Betty gave a watery laugh, tugging him by the hand to sit beside her in the poppys.

“Chick loved flowers and he loved photography, I think you two would’ve really gotten along.” She smiled sadly, leaning her head on his shoulder.

“Well Chick, I’m sorry I never got to meet you, I’m sure you were an amazing guy. And patient too, living in a house with all those cooper girls.” He smiled as Betty snorted beside him
“I love your sister, I’m going to take care of her okay. You don’t have to worry about me hurting her, I won’t.” He looked down to see Betty staring up at him, her dark green eyes shining with love
“Also.. I know you would be giving me a really painful pat on the back, so take comfort in the fact that I appreciate the sentiment.” Jughead said up to the sky.

Betty and Jughead sat in that yellow and orange field for hours, talking to each other, talking to her brother and occasionally losing themselves to fits of giggles. This world was filled with sadness and the darkness tended to overwhelm the light these days, but in a poppy field on the third day of the third month, two damaged small town kids found love in each other and that was something to hold onto.

destiel, meeting at a masquerade

“Your majesty, the carriage is waiting.”

Castiel looked in the mirror to the servant behind him. He smiled.

“Thank you, Samandriel. Come in.” The younger boy shyly stepped in and closed the door. He approached. “How do I look?” Castiel checked himself in the mirror another time, the two ladies fixing his hair and jacket stepping away.

“You look very royal, sir. Your mother will be proud.” They smiled at each other knowingly.

Though he wasn’t that keen on showing off, Castiel had to say he liked his attire. The rich, dark blue clothes were decorated with threads of gold at the ends, small golden emblems on the cuffs, shoulders, and bottom of his long coat. The rest of the coat was covered in a lace pattern, going together with his dark blue mask.

“Thank you, Samandriel- and for the last time, call me Castiel.”

“It is your mother’s wish that I talk to you in the correct form, sir.”

Castiel knew it was, but he wished Samandriel would see him more as a friend than his master.

“Then only do so when she’s around.” He followed Samandriel out of the room after thanking the women and walked through the halls, towards the front lawn where his coach was waiting.

Before he could step in, though, his father suddenly came outside the castle.

“Castiel, wait,” King Shurley’s face lit up when he saw his son. “Oh, you look so strong and manly. Look at you- you’ve grown so big.”

“Father,” Castiel said a little embarrassed as his father checked his clothes.

“Of course,” the king said with a look at Samandriel. “I just wanted to say that me and your mother will arrive at ten, and you’ll leave with us at twelve- now remember, we’re representing our kingdom, our country- there will be lots of different royals, princesses, princes… find yourself good company.” He looked at his son with a meaningful smile, patted his shoulder and walked back inside.

Castiel looked outside the window as they drove, the horses running fast over the rough pavement. The coach hobbled a little, but Castiel was used to sitting in here for long periods of time. Being a prince meant traveling a lot, he’d soon learned. It also meant going to masquerade balls, and this would be his first.

He thought about what his father had said and smiled. Princesses, princes…. His father knew Castiel preferred the company of male royals, he always had. Though two princes being together, or two kings, wasn’t the usual, it wasn’t taboo either. The way their kingdoms seemed to agree on certain rules like this had always surprised Castiel. When he learned about the history of their kingdoms and surrounding places, the older lore always spoke of relationships between men as something bad and demonic. But ever since king Shurley and king Masters had been ruling two of the largest kingdoms at the same time, this entire image had been faded away. Castiel often wondered what would’ve happened if his father wasn’t this good of a man, so noble and strong, yet kind and understanding. What if he lived in that period of time where his feelings towards men hadn’t been accepted?

Maybe, he thought excitedly, maybe I will meet someone today. A masquerade ball was often meant for the younger princes and princesses to meet up with one another and get to know each other- find a good partner. Sometimes they were sent with a focus. ‘Go dance with prince Roman, princess Talbot makes a great companion, make sure you meet prince Adam at least!’

King Shurley hadn’t done this, thankfully. He knew Castiel would make his own decisions and wouldn’t let anyone force him into a marriage. Castiel had always had a strong will and his own way of doing tasks.

He got out of the coach when they arrived, let the coachman help him to the door and thanked him.

“I will be here at midnight, sir.” The man bowed. “Have a good evening.”

Castiel was overwhelmed by all the beauty and costumes inside. He almost forgot to put the masque over his face, but once he got used to the rich golden decorations and the many people in expensive attires, he began to notice people and people began to notice him. Many greeted him, and he did as he was told. Be neat, be kind, be humble and calm; be yourself.

Dancing had never been something he was extremely good at, but as a prince, you had to be good at everything - so he got lessons from teachers and practiced a lot with Samandriel. Now, he was able to do most performed ball dances as a second nature.

He knew he had to dance if he wanted to blend in. So he found himself on the dance floor a few minutes later, gliding around with Princess Meg from the Master’s kingdom. She was sweet, a little spicy in her words, something that made Castiel smile. He liked her, the way she was herself like he was himself, somewhat rebellious. When she almost pinched him in the eye with one of the feathers on her mask, they laughed a little too loud to be royal.

But Meg started dancing with someone else, and Castiel stood alone for a moment. He was about to walk away when he saw someone looking at him. He stopped.

The young man’s face was hidden behind a black and silver mask. From what Cas could see of his face, he was handsome with a determined, mysterious look. His hair was dark blond, a honey color. It looked rich and warm in this light and contrasting with the cold tones of his mask. He started walking, and several people turned to follow his path. He clearly walked towards Castiel. His clothes were all black and gold, a long cloak draped over his shoulders. When he came closer, Castiel could see most of his mask was metal. The stranger made a bow, which rustled his cloak. For some reason, Castiel felt like this man was too young for this outfit- from what he could see, he was no older than Cas and yet he dressed as a king, not a prince. The man took Castiel’s hands and kissed it, his lips warm on Cas’ knuckles.

“Can I have this dance from you, prince Shurley?” His voice was low but soft, a hint of daring playfulness that Castiel noticed with delight.

“It would be my pleasure.”

The man’s strong arms wrapped around him immediately. They danced on the waltz that was currently being played, swayed on the floor, gracious and slow. Castiel looked into the bright green eyes, almost entirely hidden. Freckles were speckled all over the man’s skin as far as he could tell.

Way too young for a king, but the clothes… Higher royalty. He didn’t dare to ask about it, maybe later. Castiel was being observed with the same curiosity, though there was barely anything to see with his mask on.

“It might be impolite- but how did you know who I was?” He asked.

The other smiled.

“They told me you would be here and… described you. You must understand,” The stranger leaned in as if telling a secret, “I don’t dance with princesses. I didn’t want to come at first, but my father gave orders. And then they said there would be a prince to dance with, so…”

Castiel felt himself blush under his own, golden mask. The young man smelled fresh, as if he spent a long time outside like the knights and caught all scents of flowers and lakes, with a hint of leather from horse saddles and equipment.

“So… you came for me?” Castiel concluded. His smile was returned with a smirk and the guy chuckled.

“Yes, you could say that.” He pulled him closer for another dance. “Do you mind?”

Castiel didn’t expect such a bold question and he didn’t answer at first. But looking at him, with the young man’s hand resting on his shoulder and his other hand in Castiel’s, he knew the answer.

“No, I don’t mind.” He tilted his head, frowning under his mask. “But I don’t know your name, I’m afraid.”

“Of course,” The young man nodded. “I’m Dean Winchester.”

Castiel was surprised but barely showed it. He knew John Winchester had a confusing past and wasn’t always described as a great man. Dean seemed to be reading his thoughts, because he softly squeezed his hand. “Don’t- think I’m like my father. I’m not. I do as he says but there are limits. I know where he is wrong.”

Right now, Dean looked his age. The bit of expression Castiel could see was that of a young guy trying to rebel against his king and parent at once. Worried yet determined to prove himself a better man, bitter in his voice.

“It must be… interesting, having him as a father.” Castiel indirectly agreed.

“Let’s just say I’m glad to be away from home for a while. The trip was worth it.”

The smirk returned.

They danced until more people left the dancefloor for a drink, and they decided to follow them with feet tired of moving around. Dean offered Castiel his arm, a proud smile on his face when Castiel took it.

After they finished their drink, they wandered past the dancefloor until they reached a door. Dean seemed to know where he was going because he pushed he pushed it open and gestured for Castiel to go through.

“Want to get some fresh air?”

That didn’t sound like a bad idea at all, so Castiel went through and Dean followed. The empty hall was cold and dark, but Dean’s hand was on his back and guided him to a second door, which led to the garden behind the castle.

Lights and garlands were draped across the trees, illuminating the paths.

“That’s better, isn’t it?” Dean took his arm again and they walked past the flowers and trees and all different plants Castiel barely recognized.

“We don’t have gardens like this,” he sighed. “I wish we did. It’s beautiful.”

“I know.” Dean looked around. “If I take over the kingdom- I’ll get a garden too.”

They passed two other masked people that apparently hadn’t enjoyed the warmth of the ballroom either. Dean lowered their pace when they reached a fountain, and sat down. Castiel observed him again, his long black cloak, his gloved hands, the mask. Gold glistened in the silver moonlight and played with Castiel’s temptation to touch the lining on Dean’s clothes.

“You aren’t dressed as a prince,” he broke the silence, “I mean- you look more powerful. Like a king. Why is that?”

Castiel couldn’t quite see if Dean was surprised by the question or not, but his voice sounded calm.

“It’s how my father wants me to dress. He’d rather have me impress and make people be… afraid, rather than people- holding me dear for being kind and compassionate.”

“I’m not afraid of you.”

“Good.” Dean smiled and Cas smiled back. The water rustling behind them made them feel even more separated from the festivity inside.

Castiel tried to scratch under his mask without letting it fall, and wondered if they shouldn’t just take it off. He broke the silence. “When are you going back home? Such a long trip… You can’t just be staying for a day.”

Dean didn’t answer immediately.

“I… wasn’t sure. I don’t really have plans. It kind of depended on the people I’d meet if I could stay at their castle for the night. Actually, it kind of… depended on- you.”

Castiel wished his itching mask would hide his stupid grin, but he looked away before he’d make a fool of himself.

“Right. Of course.” He huffed. “I- I don’t… You can stay the night, for my part… My father would need to approve of it first, though. “

“Good. We’ll ask him later.”

Castiel scratched under his mask again and Dean chuckled, took Castiel’s wrist and lowered it.

“Shall I take it off?” He asked and shifted. “Then you take off mine.”

“Alright.” Castiel smiled as he reached for Dean’s mask and felt Dean’s fingers on his. They carefully took them away from each other’s faces and stared at one another.

Dean’s mask had been hiding his handsome, still young face, with long dark lashes rimming his eyes. The freckles covered his entire face indeed.

“Wow,” Dean whispered and smiled, Castiel’s mask on his lap. “I wish I’d done that earlier.”

Castiel couldn’t hide his blush now, felt his heart flutter and his voice wavered when Dean, maybe on accident, shifted closer.  

“Those… th-those masks are very unfortunate.”

“Yes. They’re pretty itchy.”

Dean was leaning in now, so slow he gave Castiel all the opportunity to move away. But Castiel didn’t. He leaned in, held Dean’s shoulder with one hand to keep his balance. Their lips grazed against each other, just enough for Castiel to taste Dean’s drink on his lips. He wanted to move in, taste and feel more, pull him closer, but the sudden, loud stroke of the clock startled them both.

“It’s midnight.” Castiel realized, his cheeks warm and rosy. “I… we should get back.”

They did, their arms locked. Dean’s smile was softer now, and he kept looking aside. Castiel met his glance and smiled.

@thesmollestofbeanz @melonsodafizz That is correct! I don’t believe fusion colours should always just be the midway point between A and B. Obviously they should take some features from the two (or more) characters, but should be something new and different.

For a L&P fusion especially, its so rare I see one that isn’t teal coloured in some form. There’s nothing wrong with them, but I just like to make my fusions unpredictable. The hair colours in particular were picked as such:

And so I went for a dark mauve colour to contrast with her bright neon coloured hair, teal just didn’t work and blended weirdly with the cyan. I also liked the look of these kinds of Spectrolites in particular, which have a lot of purple:

Obviously this isn’t a tutorial on how to do fusions “right” or anything, its just how I like to do them. Hopefully this makes some sense!

bad at love -  part one

pairing - eddie kaspbrak x richie tozier

warnings - unrequited love? v v angtsy

words -  1K

SET WHEN THE BOYS ARE LIKE 17/18!!!

The wind was cold as it brushed past the neck of the pale young boy, he shivered slightly and felt the descending Goosebumps follow down his spine. He stood and watched a brown leaf gently float toward the dark green grass and land with the utmost precision. He looked up into the clear blue sky and watched the clouds float by, small black birds dancing freely across the canvas. He thought it was beautiful.

He leant against the nearest tree as he waited for Richie’s return. He was only standing a few metres away from the teenager. The boy is question, holding the hand of a gorgeous red headed girl. Eddie thinks he’s never seen Richie’s smile that wide before and that says a lot. Richie’s bright white teeth seemed to glow in contrast to his long dark curly hair which is consequently falling over his eyes. Eddie’s heart began to race, Richie always managed to look good even in such an unruly state. Eddie inhaled as much oxygen as his lungs would allow. He watched Richie slide his hands easily around the curves of the girl’s body, wrapping themselves and settling upon her lower back. She placed her hands on his t-shirt covered chest and gripped slightly at the fabric.

Eddie swallowed as he glanced down upon his own body, at his pale skin and stick thin figure, he seemed dull and boring in comparison. He clenched his eyes shut and his fist curled into a ball as he tried to slow down his heart rate. Things would look even more suspicions if he were to trigger an asthma attack just from standing. Jealously slowly weaved itself into Eddie’s heart, followed by the spike of self-hatred he always felt for doing this to Richie. Eddie hated this. He had his chance and he blew it. Long ago, when all of Richie’s attention was for Eddie and Eddie only.

As Eddie opened his eyes Richie seemed to have lifted a hand and placed it against the girl’s cheek. His gaze was fixated on her. His brown eyes locking with her green ones and Eddie’s honey brown ones watching on. Eddie unbaled his fist and roughly push his fingers through the knotted mess that would have previously been his neatly styled hair. He knew this was something his Mother will not approve of when he were to get home. But he couldn’t bring himself to care.

He had watched this scene play out far too many times, he could almost retell every moment as he watched from the sidelines. It felt like singing his favourite sad song, all versions end with him in tears.

Eddie’s jaw tenses and his fingers become almost permanently attached to the zipper of his fanny pack, tucked neatly at his waist. He painfully bites his lip as he watches the girl stand on her tippy toes and gives Richie a slight peck on the lips. He smiles back at the girl, shaking his head, before grabbing a fist full of her hair and pulling her back into the kiss. Eddie watched as Richie tangled his long fingers in her hair. He watched as she slowly slid her hand underneath the hem of his shirt and held onto his prominent hipbone.

The sight of the skin underneath Richie’s shirt made Eddie’s stomach squirm. Repressing all memories of himself being in her position. He watched her pale skinny fingers glide against his smooth skin and thought of himself. How much he wished that was him kissing Richie instead of her.

This made him think of the time when they were both younger, no older than fifteen. Nothing much happened, thought-out junior year they shared a few innocent kisses and had frequently more sleep overs with each other than they did with the loser’s as a whole. Subsequently cuddling was to ensure.

What brought Eddie back to the present was the metal taste of his blood entering his mouth from the cut on his lip. As he tried to even out his breathes by drawing his eyes away from the couple, he swears in their last moments he could hear their reciprocated whispered ‘I love you’ from all the way over here.

Eddie shook his head a few times to try and ward away his tears before Richie arrived. He shook his head and clenched both his eyes shut before plastering a bright smile on his face. He could hear the boy before he had even opened his eyes, yelling something about fucking his Mother.

He opened his eyes to watch Richie’s figure walk toward him. Eyes enlarged by his coke bottle glasses and giant smile playing on his mouth.  The red headed girl directed a wave to Eddie. He returned the wave with a big smile, as she turned her back and walked away.

Eddie pushed himself off the tree and met Richie half way across the grass field. Richie slide his arm in the crook of Eddie’s elbow as they walked toward Richie’s car. Eddie watched his feet kick small pebbles along the pavement before quickly take a glance at Richie’s face. He found the taller boy staring down at him face contorted with what Eddie could only identify with as confusion, “Eds dude are you alright?” Concern filled Richie’s dark brown eyes as he tried to search Eddie’s own for an answer. Eddie knew that if he looked too long  at the former, Richie would know just how heartbroken he was. Eddie cursed the boy for paying for much and too little attention all at once. Subconsciously Eddie licked his lip clean of the small amount of blood that rested upon them. Eddie nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat and smiled brightly at his best friend before saying, “I’m great.”

He wasn’t great. Eddie knew it. Eddie knew that Richie knew. Richie knew even more so when Eddie didn’t correct him on his little nickname. Richie was worried.

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THE BODYGUARD | Prologue

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summary: When your father contacts Tom to protect you, he just sees a spoiled, rich girl from Upper East Side. But behind designer clothes, exclusive parties and expensive champagne there’s a lonely girl with a big heart.
[from the story] “Keep your hands off that dress” you screamed “That dress was a gift from Donatella Versace. She made it for my eighteenth birthday. I bet you can’t even spell ‘Versace’”
One of the twins rolled his eyes at your statement “Tom, I’ll give you fifteen dollars if you let me punch her”

NEXT CHAPTER:  18/OCT/2017


Prologue


Harrison was walking in a dark alley, while smoking a Marlboro Gold. New York that autumn was colder than usual and the leather jacket he was wearing could barely warm him up.
He nodded towards a few people he knew and stopped in front of the entrance of the old garage.
“Harrison Osterfiled” someone in the dark greeted him “Long time no see, bud”
Harrison kept his eye peeled and then smiled widely “Jacob” he chuckled “always surrounded by nice people”
Jacob moved a few more steps further and stopped under a street light. He was wearing a brown fur coat and a pair of black trouser, hanged on the belt, Harrison could see a holster that shielded a Magnum calibre forty-five, in his hand a Cuban cigar. Beside him, a Slavic girl who wore just a little black dress and dizzying high heels. Her black hair contrasted the pale complexion.
“As always” he chuckled “She’s Svetlana”.
Harrison and the girl exchanged a malicious smile.
“Are you still in around doing business?” Jacob asked.
The blonde guy looked at his feet and kicked a pebble far from him “Sometime. Yesterday I received a call from Don Pietro” he looked back at him “He still needs my help. I think it’s something big.”
Jacob nodded and puffed off his cigar “Well, good luck. Even if you don’t need it. He is one of the best man I know, one of the only I trust” He explained to the girl who was listlessly playing with a lock of hair.
The conversation was interrupted by the garage’s shutter. In that exact moment, Regina Lewis made his way toward Harrison. She was wearing a red dress that exposed her long legs. The last time Harrison saw her, he had her legs fastened around his hips while she was leaving marks on his back.
“Hi Harrison” she said with a mischievous smile as she gave Jacob a quick glance “Don Pietro is ready to talk to you”.
Harrison didn’t reply, he just gave a quick wink to Jacob and followed Regina into the garage.
“How’s things Hazzy? You never called me back” she said swinging on her heels.
His eyes were glued on her hips. She was a very attractive woman, with amazing blond hair and deep green eyes.
“I’ve been busy” he cut her short “Here and there”
Regina was clever enough to understand and she didn’t add anything more.
They walked through a long and badly illuminated corridor. The interior was humid and Harrison shrugged his shoulders, he almost forgot how Don Pietro’s studio was. Regina stopped in front of a huge door with golden handles.
“Call me when you’re not too busy. My phone number is still the same”
Harrison gave her a soft – and fake – smile and a flick on her cheek.
“Sure, doll” he would never call her.
Regina gave him one last glance before turning around to reach her desk.
The blond guy passed a hand through his hair and sighed. He opened the door and took a step into the room. Don Pietro’s studio was still the same: in the middle of the room there was a huge desk and, behind it, a marble chimney where he placed family pictures. But the object that always captured his attention was the Persian carpet on the floor. Harrison swore that he has never seen anything that precious.
“Harrison! Che piacere, siediti (What a pleasure, take a seat)” Don Pietro welcomed him with open arms “How are you?”
Don Pietro was a man of fifty years old with clever eyes hidden by his designer glasses and a charming smile. He had a strong Italian accent, but no one could say exactly from which part of the South, probably Sicily.
“I’m fine, thanks” Harrison said one seated on the chair in front of Don Pietro “I’ve been pretty busy”
Don Pietro looked at him into his eyes, trying to read his thoughts “Uhm, ho capito (I understand). Well, ragazzo mio (my boy) I have a job for you”
“Sure, tell me about it” Harrison rubbed his hands.
“You see” Don Pietro started, between his lips a cigarette “I have an unfinished business with a gentleman. Today, my men had to kidnap his daughter but they failed.”
“Do you want me to capture her?”
Don Pietro had a puff of cigarette and gave him a wink.
“Consider it done”  he snigged.





Tom Holland entered the building with a confused look painted on his face. The note on his paper said “Y/L/N Company, Seventh Floor”. He looked around one more time before getting into the elevator. The lift was full of businessmen and secretaries wearing suit and tie and the air smelled like Chanel N°5 mixed with Hugo Boss. Tom felt like a fish out of water.
When he reached the seventh floor, Tom breathed again.
On the seventh floor, there were a few studios of architects, a design lab and Mr. Y/L/N office.
Tom didn’t know what he was doing there. He was just a twenty-four years boy from Bronx who worked as a bodyguard.
He opened the main door and his gaze was immediately capture by the prestigious of the room. Every small object costed a fortune, more than he could ever afford in his whole life.
His eyes laid on the brunette secretary who was typing something on her brand new laptop.
“Ehm… excuse me. Have an appointment with Mr. Y/L”
“Mr. Y/L/N is waiting for you in your studio, Mr. Holland” she interrupted him, her eyes never left the screen of her computer.
Without adding a word, Tom turned and approached the luxury door, he knocked and waited.
“Come on in” Mr. Y/L/N said from the other part of the door.
Tom passed his hand through his hair one last time trying to fix his look as much as he could before lower the handle and enter the room.
Mr. Y/L/N’s studio wasn’t like the rest of the building: walls were white and in the middle of the room a metallic desk ruled the space. Mr Y/L/N was seating at his desk, he was signing some papers when his eyes laid on Thomas.
“Mr. Holland, the man I wanted to see” he stood up and shook his hand “Nice to meet you”
“It’s my pleasure” Tom said.
“Please, take a seat. I think we’ll have a long conversation”
Thomas sat in front of him while Mr. Y/L/N was spilling some brandy in an elegant glass.
“Oh, I don’t drink while I’m working” Tom stopped him, trying to be as polite as he could. That brandy looked expensive but he really wanted to give Mr. Y/L/N a good impression.
“Well, more brandy for me” Mr. Y/L/N joked “Listen, Tom. Can I call you Tom?” Thomas nodded as the rich tycoon took a seat “Well, first of all I want to let you know that we already met”
Tom nodded again “It was two months ago, if I’m not mistaken. At the court.”
“Yes, it was. I have to tell you, I was pretty impressed by how you tackle that mad man with the gun. I really think you are the right man for this job”
“I hope so”
Mr. Y/L/N chuckled “I’m sure you are. But before telling you what you have to do you swear that no one will ever know about this conversation. All right?”
“You have my word. I’m all ears”

Netflix Death Note: My Thoughts

So the long awaited American adaptation of Death Note arrived on Netflix on Friday the 25th of August, and it’s clear to see that the reviews are certainly mixed.

Let’s just jump right in and get down to the many faults with this adaptation.

Note* This isn’t all doom and gloom, as I think there is definitely some room for appraisal. There will be many spoilers ahead but who cares, right?

Light Turner (Light Yagami):

Light is essentially a bit of a loser, taking crap from bullies and even from L. As we know from the anime, Light isn’t hesitant on throwing in a good ol’ punch to the face. Yet in this adaptation, Light seems to just accept any grief that he is presented with. In addition to this, Light appears to be a bit of a loner, as we never see him socialising with any friends. Now in the anime, whilst it wasn’t common for Light to have the boys around for a few games of Mario Kart, he was still acknowledged around school to “hang out” with other students, but he of course declined because he’s a busy bee with a rotten world to cleanse

Another point to mention regarding Netflix Light is how careless he is. At many moments throughout the movie, Light can be seen shouting about the Death Note whilst in loud conversation with Mia (Misa Amane) and he even has his Death Note out on his lap during gym class. Whereas we all know that anime Light would never do something like that. He understood the importance of keeping the Death Note hidden from absolutely everyone, and wouldn’t dare openly talk about it in public. Because why would he be so careless? He wouldn’t. This links in to Lights intelligence, or so to say, craftiness.

Netflix Light doesn’t appear to be the brains of the operation, except at a few key points towards the end of the movie. throughout the anime, Light had his head screwed on from the start, and he allowed absolutely nothing to get in his way. He also wouldn’t sacrifice the Death Note for anyone or anything (except when Sayu, but of course he had a plan to wind up getting the Death Note back) In the Netflix adaptation, it is more Mia who has true intentions for the Death Note, and it appears that Light doesn’t really have everything set in stone, as he did in the anime. I’ll elaborate more on that when I discuss Mia’s character.

A crucial key aspect to mention is that at no point did Light proclaim “I am the God of the new world”, which is severely disappointing,as anime Light genuinely believed that he was Justice, but Netflix Light just wants to be a do-gooder and be rid of the bad guys. Netflix Light also never has a psychotic moment of ranting to Ryuk, himself, or anyone for that matter. Anime Light is iconic for having random outbursts of craziness, as all great characters do, but Netflix Light is pretty chill throughout the movie, with the exception of the moments in which he thought he was about to get caught out. I just believe that it would’ve been more enjoyable for Netflix Light to have been portrayed as the Evil Genius that we know him as.

Now onto Mia Sutton (Misa Amane):

In complete contrast to Anime Misa, a cute blonde model with a slight sinister streak, Mia Sutton is a dark haired edgy cheerleader who smokes (see? bad habits = bad movie) In a weird way, from watching Mia, I got the feeling that she was more suited to be Light Yagami than what Netflix Light was. Let me explain: At the beginning of the movie, Mia is the typical semi-popular good looking cheerleader. However, the look on her face is like a constant expression of boredom, similar to anime Light at the beginning. When Mia discovers the power of Lights Death Note, she is the one who is more keen on changing the world, as though it was her all along who has been “bored” of how things have been working out in the legal system, and as though she is the one with the real desire to be rid of all criminals in the world. This includes the lives of innocents who stand in her way.

The key difference between Mia and Misa is that Mia’s drive to use the Death Note is for her own personal desire, and she is very willing to throw Light under the bus, as revealed when she wrote his name in the notebook and promised to burn it so long as he gave her ownership of it. Whereas Misa on the other hand done everything under Lights instruction, and wouldn’t dare step out of line. This can be said to be because Misa was infatuated with Light, therefore her use of the Death Note was to assist him. If anything, Mia is more problematic to Light, despite being clever, that what Misa was.

This adaptation really spun things around for Misa’s character, as it conveyed Mia as intelligent, and only looking out for herself. I suppose this is only considered a fault if you prefer the original Misa.

Furthermore, the relationship between Light and Mia is also in stark contrast to Light and Misa. Netflix Light appears to be genuinely in love with Mia, and it actually seems that he is more interested in her than what she is with him, as we can assume she is only in it for the Death Note. Anime Light has zero romantic attraction to Misa, and only kept her safe as he was under threat from Rem. If it wasn’t for that, Light would’ve disposed of Misa in a heartbeat in order to make matters less problematic for himself. And yes, whilst we can say “but Netflix Light wrote Mia’s name in the Death Note” I don’t believe that was his intention from the start. I think he genuinely loved Mia, but upon realising that she was going behind his back and eventually holding his life against him, he had to fight back.

Another cringe detail on Mia and Lights relationship is how edgy and quirky they are. Their relationship is portrayed as slightly darker than anime Light and Misa. For example, they “make out” whilst writing names in the notebook. Honestly, how twisted does one have to be to get in the mood whilst killing people? In addition to their edge & quirk, Netflix Light has a “normal people scare me” picture in his locker, next to a picture of the two of them, Light and Mia. C'mon guys, only the edgiest of teens own American Horror Story merchandise. Having said that, I do see a slight resemblance between Netflix Light and Mia to Evan Peters and Emma Roberts… Oh, not to mention their edgy homecoming pictures. Choking? Very edgy indeed.

Now onto L:

Whilst my thoughts on L may be bias, as he is my favourite character in the anime and the movie, I am able to acknowledge his faults. Let’s start with his irrationality. For the beginning of the movie, Netflix L appeared to walk in similar footsteps to that of anime L, with some minor changes such as the way in which he addressed Kira during a press release, and confronted Light in a cafe of sorts. However, the calm and collected demeanour suddenly shifts after Watari’s disappearance, when L begins to panic. Instead of taking a rational approach, as anime L would, Netflix L decides to let his emotions get the better of him, and carries out a series of irrational behaviours: starting with almost assaulting Light at his house, before being stopped by a poorly portrayed Soichiro Yagami (but more on that later), then onto stealing a police car and, whilst being armed with a gun, recklessly chases after Light, and then attempts to shoot him. As we have witnessed in the anime, L isn’t keen on moving around much, so this adaptation was probably a bit too quick and fast to suit anime L. Another mistake Netflix L makes is announcing to a bystander that he is a detective and Light is Kira, and that’s why he’s pointing a gun at him. Of course, L is ultimately struck down by this bystander, allowing Light to escape. What was disappointing about this was that anime L would’ve known that virtually anyone could be a Kira supporter, and would’ve done anything to protect who they thought was Kira, so the real rational minded L wouldn’t have made that announcement. To be fair, the real rational minded L wouldn’t have been having a physical showdown with Kira in the back alley of a restaurant in the first place.

My final kick at Netflix L is that he’s a bit of a crybaby, very much unlike anime L. Throughout the movie, Netflix L is shown to be very passionate about justice and all that business, but he seems a little /too/ passionate. He is even seen to be crying at the end of the movie, which we know is very uncommon for the original L. This can be perceived to make L look weak, and sort of as though he’s lost the “war”.

In conclusion to Netflix L, this adaptation managed to maintain his quirks and mannerisms, however I do believe that he was made to be more emotional, which I guess is a good thing as we get to see that he is a real human.

Ok so here’s a lil list of various other flaws that aren’t necessarily worth making a big rant about:

.Watari’s name is Watari, and not an alias. This made it easy for Light (well technically Mia) to kill him.

.Wammy’s house has a different name, and it’s also dead. The orphanage has been abandoned and it just looks sad.

.The guy who played the guy who’s supposed to be Soichiro Yagami (cba learning the names) was not the best at all. His performance was so dry and pretty much annoying. The real daddy yagami wouldn’t stand for this.

.There is no Mello, Near, Matt, or any of the task force.

.Lights mum is dead and there isn’t a little sister who can’t do quadratic equations.

.Everything seems to move a bit too fast in the film, so I think that if you weren’t familiar with Death Note, then you’d probably be confused as to what’s happening.

.Ryuk isn’t that thing in the corner that laughs maniacally and makes the odd quip. Instead, he’s quite keen on making Light give up the Death Note, as he can see the trouble it’s causing. Anime Ryuk is preferable as he thrived off the chaos, which made his character more appealing.

There are most likely many more but I feel like I’ve dug deep enough.

I have to admit, the soundtrack for the Netflix adaptation was actually really good

Convergence 4

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 - Part 1 Chapter 14 - Part 2 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19-1 Chapter 19-2 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22

A/N: Loki has made his return to earth. Secrets are revealed as Bucky finds out that you and Loki were…lovers. Thor’s love of all things beer is unsettling. Welcoming the Summer Solstice with the next chapter. Enjoy.

Five days later…

“Uh…something is happening.” Sam announces as he pushes open the balcony doors.

The group gathered outside each gazing up at the northern light that began to devour itself. The greenish light grumbles then explodes.

Loki descends with me asleep in his arms.

A roguish grin spreads across his lips as he observed the curious look of the group. “I think this is yours.” He states handing Steve his shield.

“Thank you.” Steve says.

“You’ve been gone a long time, brother.”

Loki shrugs. “Only a day and a half.”

“More like five.” Bucky scowls.

“Time works differently when you travel between realms.”

“I can take her from here.”  Bucky says taking a step forward. Loki doesn’t move. “Give me my woman.” He snapped.

Thor playing the peacemaker. “Loki. Hand her over.”

Bucky reaches his hands out and I held on to Loki leaning into his chest. “Lo, no, please don’t leave. I don’t want to be alone.” I whispered in a dream state, but loud enough for everyone to hear.

If smugness was a person it’s name would be Loki Laufeyson at this moment. “The lady has spoken. I will take her upstairs and see to it that she is settle in.”

“Over my dead body.” Bucky growled as his left arm readied itself.

Loki laughed to himself at the thought of stepping over Bucky’s dead and mangled body, but a promise is a promise he says to his inner self as he walked towards the house without a second glance.

“Buck. Calm down. She’s back and that’s all that matters.” Steve says as Bucky’s eyes darkened into slits, watching as Loki entered their house with his woman clinging to him. 

“Where are we?” I croaked.

“Back in your world.”

“Where’s Bucky?” I eyed him when he didn’t answer. “You didn’t…”

He laughs. “No. Unfortunately a promise is a promise, Darling.” He answers kissing my hand that I observed was in his.

I examined the familiarity of the room. “Why am I so tired?”

“Being pregnant and traveling through realms does have its side effects. You should feel better after a full day’s rest.”

I nodded. “Lo, tell me a fairytale.” I say. I inhaled deeply, closed my eyes and buried my face in the pillow that held Bucky’s scent.

He kisses my hand. “Darling, you’ve heard them all.” He says, but he gave in to my request…

“The year was 1601. Calliope lifted her head from the grass she was lying on and looked around at the cemetery; the cloudless onyx sky left an impression upon her like drifting in the open sea in the darkness…”

Bucky leaned against the wall eavesdropping on their conversation as the pieces began to fall into place. He listened to Loki’s story, observing through the ajar door how affectionate he was with her and a dark cloud of vexation clung to his chest because he realized that he was never this vulnerable with her. 

Bucky’s features collapsed as he dropped heavily into the chair opposite Sam and Steve.

“I do not envy you right now.” Sam observes. Bucky opens his eyes and gazes at him. Steve nudged him hard in the ribs. “What? I’m just saying.” He gestures with his fingers drawing a triangle. “Can you say love triangle.”

“Can you say stop talking?” Steve chides.

“They were lovers weren’t they?” Bucky asked Thor who emerges with two beers in hand and made no attempts to offer either to anyone.

“It’s not my story to tell.”

Annoyed Bucky asked. “What can you tell then?”

“That you need to speak with the one who is making your heart heavy.”

Bucky’s jaw tightens. “And how do I do that when your brother is just so…”

“You will figure it out, you humans eventually do.” Thor answers then takes a swig of his beer, a smiled spread broadly across his lips. “This has to be man’s greatest creation.”

Bucky enters the room to see Loki sitting in the chair across from his bed. They exchanged a look.

“I need to talk to her.” Bucky says.

“She’s sleeping.”

“I don’t care. Can you leave us in private.” Bucky says with finality as he sits on the edge of the bed untying his boots.

Loki glances backwards to see Bucky in the bed with her and his features became unreadable as he closed the door behind him.

The overpowering scent of his familiarity pried my eyes open. I don’t think I will ever get used to the shocking contrast of his dark hair and cerulean eyes. I reached out and touched his beard, then ran my fingers through his hair, then tugged on his moustache. He closed his eyes and I swear I could hear him purring like a cat.

I stilled.

He opens his eyes and reaches forward kissing my lips lightly. “Dollface, please forgive. I love you.” He says against my lips.

“I love you, too, but there are so many secrets between us.”

“I will tell you everything you need to know.”

My gaze left his eyes and went to his lips. “I have something to tell you.”

He lifts my chin as the tears slid down my cheek.

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Charles's Bakery (18+)

[note. This is a fan made sequel to @noarthereonlyfat ’s ‘The Dough Girl’.
This piece contains sexual conduct, expansion, weight gain, force-feeding, and immobility.]

Charles’s Bakery..

She walked down the cold, gray streets. Uncertain and unexpected gusts of wind came from all angles sending chills through her whole body. She crossed her arms across her torso, her hood up as she forced through the pounding winds and pouring rain. Of all the days to forget her umbrella she had to choose the biggest storm in the last 10 years. Still, she had to get home. She quickly and clumsily walked down the streets towards the train station she knew was still a good five blocks down the way.
She nearly toppled over, still wearing her black heels from her office job earlier that day. She wore mostly muted tones, blacks and grays. She wore dark pinstripe suit pants that were snug to her modestly curvy thighs. Above that she wore a heavy wool winter jacket, thick enough to hide anybody’s figure, with three big red buttons clasped together. Beneath the beanie she wore a long strand of black hair covered half of her face, a stark contrast to her porcelain white skin. She had a very young and cute face, couldn’t have been any older than 22. Despite the stylish outfit, her very square glasses looked straight out of a 2011 geeky phase.

As she continued to walk through the storm, ahead of her a power line slumped over crashing into a light post. She stopped in her tracks and let out a small shriek. Glass tinged to the ground below, metal shrapnel clattering on top of a parked car setting off the alarm. The next few blocks went dark one after the other as the power surged out. It was completely silent apart from the rain and howling wind. The girl looked around her, alone in a blacked out part of town she’d never been to before. The only source of light left was a neon open sign flashing across the street. The last building receiving any power. It was a small shop, surrounding the entrance were metal scaffoldings covered in tarps with a black and white sign reading “Under Construction”. The soft yellow lights were on inside, shining out onto the wet streets. The sign above the shop read “Charles’ Treats!” in big outdated lettering.

She weighed her options, biting her thumb. She had made up her mind and quickly jay-walked across the street in between two taxis that were stopped due to the accident up ahead. She made it underneath the cover of the scaffolding, and was about to push the door open when loud thunder rolled in overhead followed by the crack of lightning. She jumped and squealed again, covering her ears with her hands. When the startling sound had faded she opened her eyes and looked up once more. Stood before her was a tall figure in the doorway.

“Horrible weather to be stuck in, ain’t it?!” Yelled the man over the howling winds. She looked up to his face, which was cast in shadow by the lights coming from inside.

“Come inside, won’t you?” He asked kindly, outstretching his hand to the girl. She looked him up and down, before showing a small smile and timidly grabbing his hand. The man lead her in, holding the door for her as she stepped past him. It was a quaint little cafe. A big glass display that serves as an ordering counter to the left side of the room, a hallway behind the cash register that lead to the kitchen. To her left and right were metal tables and chairs, the floor an old-fashioned black and white tiling. There was a dark hallway at the back right of the store that lead to the bathrooms, a water fountain, and two swinging doors that read “EMPLOYEES ONLY, UNDER CONSTRUCTION”. She paid no mind to it. But what she did pay attention to were the revolving displays on the counter filled with various desserts. Her eyes locked onto a slice of chocolate cake, with what she assumed was strawberry glaze on top.

“You’re lucky I’m here huh? I heard the pole fall over a few minutes ago, sounded terrible. I’m glad you’re alright!” Said the man warmly, with a polite smile. He wore a white apron covered in various ingredients from throughout the day. He had salt and pepper hair, and a handsome face beneath a well-trimmed black beard. He was wearing a tight gray short sleeve shirt beneath his apron, and skinny jeans tucked into a pair of brown hiking boots.

“Name’s Charles, owner of Charles’ treats which is the fine establishment you’re standing in now.” He smiled with his hand outstretched once again.

“Uh,..Jennifer..Jenny for short” She said quietly, smiled awkwardly, and shook his hand loosely.

“I’m just glad you’re still open. Not many small bakeries stay open until nine in this area.” She said looking around at the paintings hung up on the wall. Charles’ eyes widened as he quickly jogged over to the wall, standing conveniently in front of the list of weekly hours that read ‘9:00am-4:30pm’.

“Yeah, hehe, you know…never too late for a slice of cake.” He laughed.
The trail of moving air he left behind him had a strong and enticing scent of butter. Jennifer closed her eyes, and uncontrollably leaned forward taking in a long whiff before regaining her composure.

“Well, your baking sure does smell amazing.” She said.

“Speaking of!” He replied excitedly. He walked down the corridor behind the counter and returned with a metal tray of small squares of layered cake on little doilies. Jenny immediately noticed the very same cake she had been eyeballing in the display, chocolate with a strawberry glaze.

“Would you mind testing some of these new treats I’ve been working on?” He asked as he set the tray down on the metal table.

“Oh..Oh, no no no I shouldn’t. I wouldn’t want to eat anything I haven’t paid for.” She said indignantly, still staring at the cakes.

“No, please. Free of charge. I just really need some feedback.” He said, somewhat sternly while staring directly into her eyes. She stood there, thinking about it for a few moments.

“Well, if you insist.” She giggled walking over to the table. She took off her messenger bag and set it down on the ground.

“You know you can make yourself comfortable, we have a coat rack right there for days just like this.” Charles said

“Right, good idea. No point in standing around in a soaking wet jacket.” Jenny replied. She began unbuttoning her heavy coat before turning around and walking towards the coat hanger. Charles watched her walk away, her hips swaying from side to side. The view of her form fitting pants was more than enjoyable. Jenny removed the Jacket quickly, her white dress shirt beneath rising slightly. Charles got a quick glimpse of her soft pale belly jiggle as she rose on her tippy toes to hang up the coat. She removed her beanie, letting her long black hair tumble down her back. Charles bit his lip and looked up to the ceiling mouthing the words “Thank you, god.”
She turned around, walking back to Charles bouncing for a moment before fixating back onto the cakes.

“So, which one should I start with? They all look so good.” She said as she sat down into her chair, scooting her chair in farther by bouncing. Charles noticed her cleavage peeking over the top unbuttoned button of her shirt.

“Yes, of course. I think you should start with the chocolate one there. It’s my new recipe I’m trying out. I think you’ll love it.” Charles said suggestively. Jenny didn’t notice the tone in his voice, she was too distracted by the array of treats before her. She lifted the doily into her palm, her purple painted fingers delicately scraping off some of the strawberry glaze before pushing the finger past her plump limps into her mouth.

“Wow, that’s amazing.” She muttered. She took a bite out of the cake and chewed for a moment before the sensation hit her tongue. The same smell from before, only now it was an even more intense taste. She swallowed the heavenly treat, the best she had ever tasted.

“Oh my god..” She whispered, goose bumps travelling up her arms.
“I never thought that chocolate and-”
“Butter?” interrupted Charles.
“Yes! Chocolate and Strawberry with that lovely Butter taste. That last taste really ties it all together.” She said excitedly, her eyes wide as she went in for another not-so lady like bite.
She scarfed down the whole thing before licking the doily clean of any chocolate remnants. She let out a small burp before leaning back in her chair, a small indentation of her belly button making itself visible against the white fabric of her dress shirt. Charles couldn’t stand it any longer.

“Try this one here, I think you’ll find it’s tastes even more tantalizing.” He said pushing the yellow cake with white frosting towards her. She looked it up and down and back to his eyes before she said

“No, I sh-” She suddenly stopped. She could smell the strong scent of butter emanating off of the cake. She grabbed it from his hands and instantly took a bite. All ideas of manners she had flew out the window once she smelt it. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head in pleasure as she continued to chew. Charles stood back, it was working just like he knew it would. He went to the kitchen and grabbed a room temperature pot of coffee off the counter and poured it into the mug. He walked over to her, the mug in his right hand before pretending to trip. He dumped the mug of lukewarm coffee onto her white shirt.

“Oh my god! Jenny! I’m so sorry!” He said, with a not so convincing fear. He quickly grabbed the towel in his pocket just like he planned and began soaking up the coffee around the table. Jenny sat there, cake puffing out her cheeks looking down at her ruined shirt. She set the cake down and began unbuttoning her shirt, still chewing while her eyes fixated on the cake on the table. She ripped the shirt off and tossed it to the ground, now she sat there in her thin purple tank top. She quickly grabbed the cake from the table again and began eating. Charles smiled smugly, grabbing the mug and taking it away. He pushed the tray closer to her and stepped back. He eyed her up and down. Her thick thighs were pressing against her pinstripe pants, the purple tank top she was wearing showed her pudgy belly off perfectly along with her large perky tits pushing out. She couldn’t care less about how she was dressed.

She continued to pig out, shoving cake after cake into her face. Over the course of about 5 minute she had cleared half the tray. Charles stood back watching her belly extend outwards by about an inch or two while she continued to stuff it. He watched her act just like the fattie he wanted her to, stuffing her face like an animal. Her tank top lifted at the bottom, exposing a bit of her pale stomach. Her bra became more and more visible as the tank top began to fit her less and less. Once she had finished the tray, she sat there catching her breath. She couldn’t believe that she ate all those cakes, in front of a man she met no more than 10 minutes ago. But the euphoria she felt from the dessert was still lingering. Charles opened the display on the counter and set down a full cake of the chocolate and strawberry glaze, the very same one she was eyeing from before. Charles walked over and clicked off the ‘Open’ sign in the window and locked the front door.

“Now now hold on, this one’s extra special.” He said as he grabbed the cake from her taking it to the counter. Her eyes followed it like a dog looking at a treat. He went to the kitchen and grabbed the warm pot of glaze, but not before grabbing a vial of golden liquid and pouring the whole thing in. As he walked out of the kitchen with the steaming glaze, Jenny perked up as she recognized the smell. He carefully cut one slice off the cake and put on a plate and poured the glaze over top of it. Jenny was salivating watching it pour, her eyes wide as could be. He walked over and handed her a fork. She cut a careful square off the cake and placed it into her mouth. Instant euphoria ran over her body once it touched her tongue. She let out a small moan as she chewed, her knuckles white as she crossed her feet in pleasure. She didn’t hesitate before finishing the rest of the slice and swallowing the masterpiece. Charles jogged over to the once dark hallway and flicked on the lights, unlocking the two swinging double doors. He returned to her.

“So, what did you think?” He asked pleasantly.

“It..It was incredible. I can’t bel-” She cut herself off. A loud gurgling came from her stomach. Jenny looked down to her belly, a lot pudgier than she remember it being when she got there. She placed both of her hands on the sides of her distended belly. Charles came from behind her and grabbed the chair, pulling her out from the table into the center of the room. The gurgling continued to grow louder. Jenny was puzzled as she felt the sides of her belly with her hands and stroked her thighs, entirely entranced by her body. Charles wheeled over an extra large leather office chair without armrests.

“Do me a favor and sit in this won’t you, Jenny?” He asked.

“H-Hey, what’s going on here” Jenny asked as she stood up from the chair. Charles held a small hershey’s kiss in his palm, the scent of butter rose through the air.

“Sit won’t you?” He asked in a stern tone.
Her eyes focused, and she waddled towards the chair taking a seat as he handed her the chocolate. She tossed it into her mouth and was met with the familiar euphoria, only intensified. She swallowed.
The gurgling in her stomach stopped entirely, met instead with silence. She suddenly felt the waistline around her pants grow uncomfortably tight. She tugged on the pockets, trying to pull her pants down to make them more comfortable. It was the she noticed it. Her belly was slowly rising. Her tank top began to pull further down as her midsection grew rounder and rounder. Her cleavage was more and more exposed as her tits began to balloon up slowly matching the speed of her tummy. She placed her hands on her belly, feeling it press out against her palms. She lead her hands down to her thighs which she felt rise and grow closer and closer together. Her breathing quickened in a panic. Her tank top straps began to groan as her tank top was simultaneously pulled down and stretched outwards. Her belly button was exposed, showing her fat round belly. The fat around her arms began to grow, making them thicker and thicker, working the way down to her hands. Her pants began to rip around her thighs, a loud sound of seams snapping. She kicked off her heels in a panic and began to worm around in her seat unsure of what was happening to her. A ripping sound came from the straps of her tank top as they fell around her. Her midsection that was blowing up like a balloon stretched it to it’s limit before it fell to tatters off her. She sat there only in her bra and what was left of her pants, growing fatter and fatter. Her waistline snapped, her pants slipping off of her growing body. Her stomach gurgled, her bra stretching and barely containing her giant breasts. She sat there ashamed, barely clothed by her panties and bra.

“Wh-Wha?!” She murmured, feeling her big fat body with her chubby fingers.

“You’ve been a real pig today, Jenny.” Charles said teasingly as he walked behind her.
“It’s only fitting you be treated like one.” He whispered in her ear as he pushed her towards the swinging doors. She was being wheeled through the hallway, covered in tarps and construction lights. Before finally they were in a large open room. It was as big as a gymnasium, and was entirely carpeted and covered with rose petals. But the biggest addition to the room was a large pink mass in the middle of the room. It was maybe 8 feet tall and nearly spherical. It was surrounded with wrappers and crumbs from foods. The mass was well oiled/shiny and looked visibly soft.
A sudden realization hit Jenny, and she was horrified. She began to struggle in the chair but was trapped by her own weight.
“No! NO!” She grunted through her teeth as she tried to move. Charles continued to wheel her towards the mass.

“Kristy? I have a new addition to the family..” Said Charles sensually.

“Oh, wonderful!” Yelled out a high pitched feminine voice excitedly. The mass began to wiggle from side to side. Jenny passed out then and there..

When She came to she was laying on her back against the carpet and looking up to the ceiling.
“Wh-Where am I? What’s going on?!” She yelled out as she struggled to move. Suddenly a chocolate fell from above and fell into her open mouth and down her throat.

“What the hell?!” She coughed.
A figure jogged past her and out of sight. Suddenly the gurgling sound returned from her fat stomach. An expression of fear appeared on her face as she lifted her head to look at her body.She could barely see over her mound of a stomach. She saw the flesh of her belly slowly begin to rise.
“N-no stop!” She cried out.
Her belly continued to jiggle and expand, growing fatter and fatter. Her bra snapped from her growing tits. leaving her entirely naked. Her body groaned and gurgled as she grew fatter and more gluttonous.
She saw Charles walking towards her with a device on wheels.
“Now you see Jenny, I’ve been watching you for a few weeks now.” Charles said as he struggled to get the device over the carpet.
“please stop it” she cried in-between moans.

“I noticed you began to take the same commute home every day, directly past my cafe. I saw your delightfully chubby frame stride down the streets and I knew I had to have you.” He said as he came into her vision to her left side.

“Have me?! What are you talking about?!” She yelled out frustratedly.

“Trust him! You won’t regret it!You’re gonna be so big afterwards ” teased a cheery voice off to her left, who she could only identify as Kristy. A large fat naked pink mass laid there immobile, her head and blonde hair stature a top the fat ball. What had he done to her? How did she get so huge? And how could she be okay with being a giant fat cow? All of these thoughts raced through her head.

“Getting you in here was the hard part, and now…Now this is the easiest part of all.” He smirked. A rubber tube with a silicon mask at the end of it was in his hands, and he slowly lowered it to her face. She had no power to defy him and no way to fight back. He secured the tube into her mouth and strapped the mask to the back of her head.

“Just let it happen, trust me. It’s amazing.” Said Kristy.

“Mmmm! Mmmmmph!” Jenny attempted to yell as she wiggled her feet and hands in defiance. Charles placed his hand onto Jenny’s belly and slowly began to massage it. With his other hand he nonchalantly flipped a switch as a golden liquid travelled up the clear tube and to the silicon mask. Jenny’s eyes crossed as she tried to follow the liquid, and suddenly the taste hit her mouth. It was direct from the source, making it incredibly intense, almost orgasmic. She instinctively began to swallow. She thought she was full before, but her body knew no difference and began to chug the liquid. Charles grabbed a squirt bottle from his side and squirted the same liquid into his hands before he climbed atop Jenny’s body. Her eyes widened as she looked at him.

“Mmmmph!” She tried to yell. He began to massage the liquid directly into her skin until she was shiny and oiled. His erection pressed deep into her soft belly. The action of her swallowing made her body jiggle back and forth like calm waves on a shore. She began to rise again as she felt the sensation from before. Her body began to gurgle and groan. She watched as her body began to expand once more, growing fatter and fatter. Her tits were soon to follow, growing larger and rounder keeping up with the pace of her belly and thighs. Charles rose more and more into the air as she inflated. She felt a pleasurable sensation down by her pussy as waves of pleasure ran up her body. Through the mask she still managed to moan loudly as she was turned into a fat blimp. She grew hornier and hornier, the feeling of herself expanding was like nothing she’d felt before.
Jenny continued to blow up as Charles rocked back and forth on top of her. She crossed her feet as her pussy became wet and sensitive, the liquid running down her fat body.
To her left she heard groaning and moaning coming from Kristy. She had the same tube in her mouth as she grew even more round, her hands flapping happily. Kristy grew and grew fatter and fatter. She sobbed to herself before pleasure took over. She was cumming, she couldn’t believe it. The pleasure rushed to her head combining with the euphoria of the liquid. She let go, a smile on her face as she stared up to the ceiling feeling her body expand widen and inflate. It was amazing. Charles climbed down as Kristy’s growing slowed to a stop.

“How do you feel now?” Smiled Charles.

Jenny looked up to him panting and sweating, catching her breath.

“…..more..” She said intensely, a devious smile on her face.

A New Member of the Family.

– Inflation Patron

[huge shootout to @noarthereonlyfat
, follow him on all his pages. I hope my piece held a light to his.]

Experiment #6 - Request

Requested by the sinners and anon: I have a suggestion for the next experiment- sherlock x reader. Its where sherlock points out that he’s not just using the reader’s body… And their relationship gets a label. (If this isnt where you want the story to go, i totally understand tho) <3
& anon: Experiment idea: they use various items from around the flat as sex toys (yknow, like carrots and cucumbers, wooden spoons, things like that) 

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Word count: 2.068

Warnings: Smut - spanking, ice play (Coldplay xD), food play, teasing, soft smut.

A/N: Thank you to the anon who mentioned this series ending, you did this. I’m not sure if you would consider this an ending but uh… Yeah, it’s up to you guys.

Enjoy!

Originally posted by sherlockedimagines

“Why do people have the need to experiment?” She repeated, “That is what Lestrade asked after his phone call with Donovan… There is only one way to find out.”

“We’re not using cherries,” Sherlock stated.

“We don’t have cherries.” She winked and Sherlock grinned mischievously as he took the spoon off her hands.

“Turn around.”

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Ride With Me.

PAIRING: ReaderxBucky! AU 

WORD COUNT: 1.3k

WARNINGS: sweating, alcohol consumption. 

So here it is, my new Biker!Bucky au inspired by this  Let me tell you guys, this is going to be a ride from start to finish! I’ve planned most of this but with work I’m not sure how regularly this will be updated. But I will do my very best because I am very excited about this!  

GIF NOT MINE

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Originally posted by imaginedcmarvel

You stood across the road looking at the building before you; you had to admit it was nothing special. But that’s what made it so, the neon sign had seen better days you were sure. You could imagine it in its heyday, all light up for the world to see. Well the underworld most likely, you never did hang with the ‘right crowd’ as your mother called it. Maybe it was her consecutive ways that drove you away and into the darkness. But still, at least you weren’t attending charity events or sitting aimlessly waiting for your husband to come home and fuck a couple of kids into you. That was never your life and it was never going to be.  Taking a quick look up the street you hurried over to the bar, weaving in and out of a few haphazardly parked motorbikes you pushed open the door with confidence.

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