it looks wonderful in full view

NU’ESTs records/Facts unique to them you might not have known!

-As some of you already know despite Nu’est being underrated they still have some records (I’ll put those in bold) and many things unique to them, so I’m making this list of info for new loves :)

- NU’EST is the first ever boy group from Pledis (debut 15th March 2012) and the 2nd ever Pledis group

-JR aka Kim Jonghyun was the first ever male trainee Pledis recruited (2009). He was casted on the street in his hometown and first thought he was being scammed lmao until he saw pictures of After School on the walls at Pledis HQ. 

(cute baby bugi)

-JR is the only Leader from a Pledis group who IS NOT the oldest member in the group (he is the 2nd oldest, Aron is NU’ESTs hyung born in 1993) 

-JR was called the ‘Male Kahi’ during debut

-His first MV appearance was pre-debut in Orange Caramel’s “Bangkok city” giving him the nickname ‘Bangkok city boy’ 

(15 year old JR check out those braids)

-JR felt lonely as the only male trainee for 1 Year, He had to eat instant ramen alone for that year (I guess Pledis was super broke)

-Mingi was the 2nd male trainee to Join Pledis in 2010, so JR wasn’t lonely anymore. Then Baekho joined, then Minhyun and lastly Aron joined NU’EST, possibly training for 6 months unto 1 year. 

- Minhyun’s first pre-debut MV appearance was in Orange Caramel’s “Shanghai Romance” giving him the nickname “Shanghai boy”

(I remember I was pissed seeing this kid reject Nana back then lol)

-Baekho made his first pre-debut MV appearance in After School’s “Play Ur Love”

(What! a! cutie!!

-JR had a pre-debut rap feature in UEE’s “Sok Sok Sok” and also featured in Gilme’s “Me First”  

-All of NU’EST + S.coups appeared in After School Blue’s “Wonder Boy” as backup dancers!

(Aron and Ren made their first appearances here)

- Aron rejected a place to study journalism at New York University (SUPER HARD to get into) to go to Korea and join NU’EST

-Aron got almost full marks on his SAT’s, but he said he’s bad at math so he failed the math questions

(Aron in high school) 

-Baekho’s stage name, meaning literally “white tiger” in Korean, was given to him by UEE, because apparently he looks like the character Kang Baekho from Slam dunk Manga lol

-NU’EST debut song “Face” was the most viewed kpop debut on youtube for years, and is still the most viewed kpop Boygroup debut MV all of time (almost 70m now)

- NU’EST “Face” was the best selling debut album of 2012

- During their debut, NU’EST was the group with the youngest overall age 

- JR is the Youngest Kpop Leader ever to debut (at the age of 16) 

Kid Leader —–> to Nation’s Leader

-NU’EST is the ONLY group ever where the Leader and Maknae are the same age! (Born 1995) 

(baby Jren ❤️ ) 

- Besides JYJ, NU’EST is the only boy group where at least 80% of the members are the same age.

-JR  and Aron have been writing rap lyrics for some years now (maybe 2014 or earlier) but in early 2016 their style changed drastically with the release of “Q is”. Baekho showed his composition skills and dream teamwork with Bumzu. 

-In the “Canvas” album the members were involved in every aspect of it, JR Aron Minhyun Ren and Baekho all wrote lyrics. Baekho was heavily involved in composition, Ren’s cousin made the album art (the illustrations) and Ren also helped in Styling and Minhyun wrote the song “Thank you” for loves.  

-Minhyun’s ultimate inspiration are ot5 TVXQ, his favourite song is “Love in the ice” and his Bias is Xiah Junsu 

-You likely already know, But Ren’s ultimate inspiration is Lady Gaga, like her he wants to be a strength for his fans.

-The song that helped JR get through hard times when he felt like giving up is DOK2′s “On my Way” when you listen to lyrics is clear how he relates to it

‘I have long ways to go and many walls to climb over

It has been eight years but everything is still the same

To make my dream comes true, still I’m on my way’

-In 2017 4 members of NU’EST joined Produce 101, they were the trainees with the most debut experience

-Aron did not go onto Produce 101 because of a leg injury. He stayed at the dorm and waited for them to come, cooking food for them when they did.

-Minhyun is the member of Wanna One with the most debut experience 

-On the PD101 final, instead of the show trending on Korean search engines, “NU’EST” and “Kim Jonghyun” trended no.1 and no.2 

-NU’EST is the only group to change their name/ become a unit (NU’EST W) because 1 member is not present.

-NU’EST W is the 3rd group ever to get over 100 million hearts on v-live

-’Hello’ has been nicknamed ‘Zombie-seyo’ because of the many many times it managed to climb the chart so high after so many years, peaking no.3 on melon on the night of pd101 final

-NU’EST W got their first no.1′s on charts with “If you” a song written for Minhyun

-Despite not even having a comeback yet, Korea and internationally NU’EST’s rise has been trending

-They have been crowded “Reversal Icons” 

Originally posted by hello-yeri

Originally posted by panwink

-Lastly, when Minhyun comes back, they will be 7 years old, and will likely become the group who took the longest time to get a win on a major Music show (assuming fans stay and make them stable for Minhyun’s return)

I made this to show you how long NU’EST have been in the industry, how long they have been chasing their dream.

I hope you learned something new about NU’EST! they deserve the world for their pure talent and all they have gone through, Please support them from now on <3

Splash

Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader

Request: @itsanerdlife​ said she wanted bathtub smut based on that one gifset of clark getting in the bath with lois, and i was happy to deliver <3 (I hope you like it!)

A/N: so this was fun guys…ALSO the nerf gun thing in this is based on a real video i saw but i can’t find it for the life of me and i’m so mad…so if you know where it is i will literally love you forever…that’s all. also sorry this is so late…. :( also (also) pls ignore the awful title i am shit at them

Warnings: nsfw, bathtub smut, nerf guns

Words: 2668

Tags:@yourtropegirl @daybreak96

The front door to your and Steve’s shared apartment slams shut behind you, and you lean against it for a second.  “Fuck,” you curse quietly, pulling the disgustingly uncomfortable shoes off and tossing them into the middle of the floor.  You drop your purse and jacket on the floor, knowing Steve will give you those “eyebrows of disappointment,” but you were honestly too tired to care.  You trudge through the living room, dead on your feet and cursing Stark for being so demanding.  Working with the Avengers was exciting, but God was it hard on your feet.

You finally reach your room, where Steve is sitting against the headboard of your bed, files and papers spread out around him. He glances up at you and smiles. “Hey, Princess.  How was your day?”

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[Wonder Woman (1942-1985) #5]

Okay so I’m reading some of the original Wondy stories as written by William Moulton Marston (aged better than OG Batman but not as good as OG Superman stories imho) and considering that we know that Marston was in a polygamous relationship with his wife Elizabeth Holloway Marston and Olive Byrne (who she would remain with after William’s death and to their own dying days) I can’t help but wonder if my notion that OG Diana, Steve, and Etta are similarly intertwined. 

It certainly seems so. 

Anyway that’s just me being `speculative. Gotta admit it makes one curious though!

LoS Part 1: Snippets from Tumblr

From tumblr:

1.  “Actually, it’s short for Maximum Lightwood,” said Magnus. “As in the most amount of Lightwood you can have.”

2.  Far below them the world spun by, a patchwork of summer-gold fields, green hills, and luminous, winding rivers of blue and green. It was beautiful, but Julian could not take his eyes off his brother. So this is the Wild Hunt, he thought. This freedom, this expanse, this ferocity of joy. For the first time, he understood how and why Mark’s choice to stay with his family might not be an easy one. For the first time he thought in wonder of how much his brother must love him after all, to consider giving up the sky for his sake.

3. And even odder, when Mark and Kieran had come into the library, Kieran had gone immediately over to Max and picked him up, delighted by his blue skin and his tiny horns.Max had stuck his hand into Kieran’s wavy hair and pulled. Kieran had just laughed. “That’s right, it changes color, little nixie-like warlock,” he said. “Look.” And his hair went from blue-black to blue in an instant. Max giggled.“I didn’t know you could do that on purpose,” said Mark, who had always thought of Kieran’s hair as a reflection of his moods, uncontrollable as the tides.“You don’t know a lot of things about me, Mark Blackthorn,” Kieran said, setting Max down.Alec and Magnus had exchanged a look at that, the sort of look that made Mark feel as if they had reached a silent and agreed-upon consensus …

4.  “You’re going to have to learn to live with it,” Jules said. “Even if it horrifies you, Emma. Even if it makes you sick. Just like I’m going to have to live with whatever other boyfriends you have, because we are forever no matter how, Emma, no matter what you want to call what we have, we will always be us.”

5. They threw their weapons down and hurled themselves toward the row of horses, one after the other — Livvy leapt at Julian, throwing her arms around his neck. Mark flung himself from his horse and landed to find himself being hugged tightly by Dru and Tavvy. Ty came more quietly, but with the same incandescent happiness on his face. He waited for Livvy to be done nearly strangling her brother and then stepped in to take Julian’s hands.And Julian, who Kit had always thought of as an almost frightening model of control and distance, grabbed his brother and yanked him close, his hands twisting in the back of Ty’s shirt. His eyes were shut, and Kit had to look away.He had never had anyone but his father, and he was sure beyond any words that his father had never loved him like that.

6. “Clary, what are you not telling me?”There was a long silence. Clary looked out toward the dark water, biting her lip. Finally, she spoke. “Jace asked me to marry him.”“Oh!” Emma had already begun opening her arms to hug the other girl when she caught sight of Clary’s expression. She froze. “What’s wrong?”

7. There was a long silence. Magnus sighed. “I have to hand it to you,” he said. “I never thought Jace and Clary would be topped by anyone else in terms of insane, self-destructive decisions, but you all are giving them a run for their money.”“I really had nothing to do with this,” Kieran pointed out stiffly.“I think you will find many poor decisions led you here, my friend,” Magnus said. “All right, you — all of you — wait here. And don’t do anything stupid.”He strode out of the room on long, black-clad legs, swearing under his breath.“He’s getting more and more like Gandalf,” said Emma, watching him go. “I mean, a hot, younger-looking Gandalf, but I keep expecting him to start stroking his long white beard and muttering darkly.

8. There was a commotion atop the pavilion, and a single blast from a horn shattered the murmuring quiet in the clearing. The gentry looked up. A tall figure had appeared beside the throne. He was all in white, salt-white, with a doublet of white silk and gauntlets of white bone. White horns curled from either side of his head, startling against the blackness of his hair. A gold band encircled his forehead.Cristina exhaled. “The King.”Emma could see his profile: it was beautiful. Clear, precise, clean like a drawing of something perfect. Emma couldn’t have described the shape of his eyes or cheekbones or the crook of his mouth, and she lacked Jules’ ability to paint it, but she knew it was uncanny and wonderful and that she would remember the face of the King of the Seelie Court for all of her life.He turned, bringing his face into full view. Emma heard Cristina gasp faintly. The King’s face was divided down the middle. The right side was the face of a handsome young man, luminous with youth and beauty. The left side was an inhuman mask, gray skin tight and leathery over bone, eyesocket empty and black, mottled with red scars.Kieran, bound to the tree, looked once at the monstrous face of his father and turned his head away, his chin dropping, tangled dark hair falling to hide his eyes.

9. When Emma came out into her bedroom, wearing sweatpants and a tank top and rubbing her hair dry with a green towel, she found Mark curled up at the foot of her bed, reading a copy of Alice in Wonderland.He was wearing a pair of cotton pajama bottoms that Emma had bought for three dollars from a vendor on the side of the PCH. He was partial to them as being oddly close in their loose, light material to the sort of trousers he’d worn in Faerie.If it bothered him that they also had a pattern of green shamrocks embroidered with the words GET LUCKY on them, he didn’t show it. He sat up when Emma came in, scrubbing his hands through his hair, and smiled at her.Mark had a smile that could break your heart. It seemed to take up his whole face and brighten his eyes, firing the blue and gold from inside.“A strange evening, forsooth,” he said.Emma put her hands on her hips. “Don’t you forsooth me.”

10. “It can’t last,” Emma said, staring at him, because how could it, when they could never keep what they had? “It’ll break our hearts.”He caught her by the wrist, brought her hand to his chest. Splayed her fingers over his heart. It beat against her palm, like a fist punching its way out of his ribcage. “Break my heart,” he said. “Break it in pieces. I give you permission.”

11. “I have always needed you, Kieran,” Mark said. “I have needed you to live. I’ve always needed you so much, I never had a chance to think about whether we were good for each other or not.”Kieran sat up. “That is honest,” he said, finally. “I cannot fault you there.”

12. Cristina spread her hands apart in bewilderment, and winced. Mark’s expression turned to one of concern.“You’re not in pain?” he said.“No,” she said. “Are you?”“You’re near me,” he said. “There is no reason for me to hurt.”

13.  “I know.” Mark brushed his lips across her forehead. Cristina could feel his heart pounding. “We’ll figure it out. We’ll fix it.”

14.  Kieran sat up rather reluctantly. The waves of his hair had lightened to blue; he turned around, and leaned back against Mark, rather as if they were on horseback and Mark was behind.

15. Kieran shook his head. “I cannot do it,” he said.“Kier —“ Mark began angrily, but Kieran had his head down, like a beaten dog. His hair fell, sweat-tangled, into his face, and his shirt and the waist of his breeches were soaked in blood. “You’re bleeding again. I thought you said you were healing?”“I thought I was,” Kieran said softly. “Mark, leave me here —“A hand touched Mark’s shoulder. Cristina. She had put her knife away. She looked at him, levelly. “I’ll help you get him over the wall.”

16. “Not one of my best,” said Magnus, to Kieran. “I apologize — I’m not a big fan of your father’s.”“My father does not have fans.” Kieran leaned against the edge of the table. “He has subjects. And enemies.”“And sons.”“His sons are his enemies,” said Kieran, without inflection.

love how in the WW film when diana starts fighting with her costume in full view, her hair becomes more curly. and sure, she had it in a bun or ponytail for most of the movie so maybe we just couldn’t tell, but it’s clear the production fluffed it up for her wonder woman scenes so it looks more heroic and majestic, and all i can think about is diana’s hair doing its own thing whenever she’s in full WW mode. bruce and clark just staring for a bit before joining the fight because

clark: is that… supposed to be possible
bruce: too many variables. will investigate

andrew getting overwhelmed by how much he loves neil…like…before he Never saw this feeling coming he thought it was just his mind making up things while he was on his meds. he’s long since accepted that this is real neil is real but sometimes it hits him so hard, that he can have this. he wasn’t able to have cass the way he wanted because of drake ruining it, ruining him…but now he has neil, and he is able to keep having him. 

neil, who loves andrew unconditionally for who he is. neil, who accepts all of his sharp edges and dark thoughts. neil, who knows when to back away and when to stay close. neil, who wants to be with him and feels just the same as he does. neil, who can see the good in him when everyone else couldn’t. this all hits andrew like a wave crashing onto the shore and he feels like he’s drowning, but it’s a welcomed feeling. because it’s safety, and it feels like home. neil is home and before, he had this twisted, broken view of what “love” is from all those traumatic experiences that still eat away at him, both of them did, but this is new and different from anything else and too much and sometimes andrew wonders if he is really worthy of this, of what neil gives him and makes him feel. 

and there are still passing fearful thoughts that what if he loses him, but waking up to fluttering eyelashes against cheeks and the way the morning sunlight rests against his skin while he’s in a peaceful sleep, seeing those looks neil sends his way, full of adoration and warmth, late night trips to the grocery store together wearing eachother’s hoodies and sweats and picking up andrew’s fave sweets to dull the nightmares he just had and is still feeling in trembling fingers and a rapid heartbeat— 

it all makes their forever click into place and andrew knows that this is it. neil is it for him and it will always be that way

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“Who?”

God, way to go Justin, making me cry with only one word

I finally caught up on episode 68 of The Adventure Zone while drawing this and just :’^) I’m glad I finally joined in on this wonderful journey and I’m just so amazed with the story the Mcelroys have woven together. Can’t wait for the finale, I’m so happy that I managed to catch up before it ends..!

Also please click full view on the gif or open it in new tab, it looks like garbage on dashboard

Visited, or Visitors? (a weird college story)

So this is my own Weird College Shit story and requires some set up. I had my first year of college in 2009-10, and I spent it at a tiny school in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by farms. The nearest major city was about three hours drive away. The small town I lived in was literally built around the college. My apartment was to the east of school grounds, and my high school best friend (we’ll call her Elise) was in the dorms on the opposite side of campus.

Elise was heavily involved in the drama department. I was in the improv troupe, but my depression and social anxiety meant I was more of an outlier than a “true” drama kid at the college. (They tended to devote all their time and energy to whatever play was happening at the given time and I just… couldn’t.) As a result, while Elise was invited to every drama department-hosted get together in existence, I only found out when she asked if I wanted to go along.

It was Halloween and while most of the college students were at a huge party being held at an apartment as far from campus as possible in this Nowheresville of a town, one of the seniors in the drama department had rented out the black box theatre for the night. Dress code was 1920s and 1940s, and they’d hired a few members of the school’s junior jazz band for live music.

Elise forgot to tell me until the day of the party. As a result, while her hair and make up were perfect and she was dressed in a pretty, beaded and fringed dress from a play she’d done in junior high, along with a faux fur coat borrowed from the props department for the occasion, I had nothing era-appropriate. I ended up going in my clubbing clothes - a mini black dress, a leather jacket, skull-print stockings, and my knee-high, PVC bitch boots. (The heavy jewelry and black lipstick was just a required addition at that point.)

Please keep in mind that neither of us had anything to drink that night, so everything that happened hereafter was while we were both stone cold sober.

We arrived late, only to find we weren’t really welcome. Everyone was acting… off. (We found out later that one of Elise’s “friends” had been spreading ugly rumors about her, jealous that Elise had gotten a part for which they had both tried out.) When we approached folks to say hello, they were polite but talked over any of our attempts to join in their conversations. It was awkward and uncomfortable, and at the time we had no clue why, which was aggravating. Despite the party going to till 2 AM, the pair of us decided to call it a night after half an hour, heading back to Elise’s around 11 PM.

Despite never talking about it,  the deal whenever we went somewhere late was always that I would get Elise back to her dorm room, then call her as soon as I got to my apartment. (Neither of us had a car, and of us two I was the paranoid one who carried a knife and pepper spray, and had no problem telling people who were creeping me out to fuck off or being willing to actually dial the local police dispatch number if my instincts started screaming.)

We were walking through the middle of the deserted campus on the way to Elise’s, when we passed the bell tower. (Just to clarify, the “tower” is actually three open blocks built of bricks, the first one five-by-five across, and the same in height. Each block was progressively smaller, stacked on top of one another with four clocks set into the sides of the top block, all showing the same time.) What caught my attention was the three people sitting in the open space underneath. They seemed about our age, but I didn’t recognize any of them. Two guys and one girl, all wearing beanies, light coats, and flip flops despite the cold. (It was low-30s Fahrenheit, or 0-2° C.)

One of them had a bongo drum. He was keeping a beat, while the other two traded lines of improvised poetry.

I slowed down enough to figure out what they were saying. Elise was shivering, but I was wearing more layers than her so I didn’t feel the chill as strongly. Before I knew what I was doing, I’d plopped myself down beside the trio and pulled Elise onto my lap, wrapping my arms around her to keep her warm.

I nodded to the last person to speak - the girl. The three of them were staring at us, but eventually she repeated the last line she’d said, and I responded with a new line.

We went back and forth, from me to the girl to me to the boy, and around again. Bongo Guy started to up the speed of his beat pattern with each turn. I can’t repeat a single line from the entire time now, and only have a distant memory of feeling lightheaded and high. (A few days later when I asked Elise about it, she told me our words were about the moon and old gods and eternity vs the human life span. She said she’d been surprised and caught up in the whole thing until she didn’t care that she was freezing her ass off.)

This went on until the bell above us started to chime the time - 12 AM. I was suddenly aware of how bad Elise was trembling from the night air, and the cold I’d been ignoring came creeping up my body. I finished a pair of rhyming lines as I stood and helped Elise to her feet, then gave the trio a little bow. (I was in a traveling Shakespeare troupe in high school. You don’t finish a verse of poetry without a bow. It’s Just Not Done.) I wished them “a lovely All Hallow’s” and goodnight. They nodded and stayed seated.

I got Elise to her dorm then headed for my apartment. On the way, I passed by the bell tower again. The three people were no longer there.

No names were exchanged that night, and in the two semesters Elise and I were at the school, neither of us saw them on campus or in the town before we left the school.

My favorite part about the whole thing is that from my perspective, these three modern beatniks were strange and possibly magic. But from their point of view, what did me and Elise seem like? Two girls you don’t recognize (one wearing a flapper dress, and one looking like she just walked out of a 90s goth club) invite themselves into your poetry circle on Halloween, three days before a full moon. One of them matches you, line for line, for nearly an hour. And as soon as the clock strikes Midnight, they leave. You never see them again.

-tornthorn

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HAPPY PARTY TRAIN 
Travel Comments

Matsuura Kanan
When spring comes and it’s getting warmer, doesn’t it just make you want to go somewhere far away?♡ Even when you can’t travel, you embark on something new - to me, spring is definitely the season of new beginnings. Soon, before I get busy with diving again, I want to travel with you♡
Places she would like to travel: Maldives, Palau, Great Barrier Reef

Tsushima Yoshiko
If I, the Fallen Angel Yohane, used my pure black wings, I’d be able to fly to even hell in just a flash - but that would just be boring♡ I favor a laid-back journey on the train! But when you’re with me, the little devil Yohane, you’ll never know what will happen - it’ll be a mystery tour♪
Places she would like to travel: Hokkaido (Tasty food!), Hawaii, Tokyo

Kunikida Hanamaru
I generally get lost when I go to unfamiliar places as I’m bad at getting around by myself. But, if someone’s with me, I love viewing sceneries I’ve never seen before♡ If I get drowsy while looking through the window, I’d be happy if you woke me up, zura♡
Places she would like to travel: USJ, Tohoku, Shikoku (Shikoku Pilgrimage♡)

Sakurauchi Riko
I’ve always lived in Tokyo and when I moved to Uchiura, I lived a life full of beaches and mountains for the first time. I’ve completely fallen in love with nature♡ I think there’s still a lot of wonderful places in Japan to visit, so I’d be happy to tour all over Japan♪
Places she would like to travel: Kumamoto, Fukuoka, Tohoku

Watanabe You
Ever since I was small, I’ve aspired towards becoming a ship captain. So when it comes to where I want to go, it’ll definitely be on an adventure~♡ I’d pack a sleeping bag on a huge rucksack - I hope I can experience various things on the way! I’ll dive into the seas of the world and take a splash♪
Places she would like to travel: Pacific Ocean, Antarctic Ocean, Patagonia!

Takami Chika
I’m a hot springs inn girl, so if someone mentions a trip, hot springs come to mind♡ “I want to go to hot springs here and there~” is what I’d normally think, but truth is, the place I want to go to the most is where μ’s went to, New York!! Dreams have to be big after all, don’t they?♪ Aqours will also work hard towards Love Live! and get to New York!♡
Places she would like to travel: New York, Tokyo, Kusatsu Onsen♡

Kurosawa Dia
The place I would want to go to is a city with a big art museum. I think I want to spend time leisurely there, feeling the flow of history and the exquisite exhibits around me. I’m certain I’ll even lose track of time passing by. Learning through the past - as always, good things stand the test of time. Would you like to join me?
Places she would like to travel: Paris, Madrid, London

Ohara Mari
I’ve lived in a foreign country for a long time, and I love port towns. It’s an exciting place where various cultures mix and many tastes clash to create new sensations♡ I’ve also been excited a great deal here in Uchiura♪ That’s why this time, it’s my turn to give you that excitement♡♡
Places she would like to travel: Yokohama, Kobe, Singapore

Kurosawa Ruby
I love idols a lot, and so I want to go see the idol stages all over Japan~!! I’m sure it’ll be an exciting trip from the very first step♪ The way to the idol stages is a shining road of the stars! I want to shine soon too~♡
Places she would like to travel: Tokyo, Osaka, Nagoya

Source: Dengeki G’s Magazine March 2017 issue
Translated by XiantheMiguel
QC by Lucia Hunter

Some casual Prompto.

I saw some wonderful designs from several artist and I decided to make something too because I love this boy. I love the idea of Prompto wearing glasses and somehow inspired in his young-self. 

I hope you like.

Open in a new window for full size and better view because the preview looks blur and I don’t know why.

Avis Draconis

Pairing - Gajevy

Type - AU: Dragons and fairies because I’m trash for that trope

Words - 4334

Note: this was originally gonna be something for Gajevy love fest, so I’m still gonna put the tag, but I decided to post it now bc I’m too in love with it to wait until the day I was gonna post it. Also, this is going to become an actual fanfic, so here is the link to the story! Thanks for all the support so far <3

Levy let out a weak cry as she slid down the cold iron bar, too exhausted to stand any longer, much less throw herself against the cage like she had been. The frigid metal seemed to continually sap the life right out of her veins, and it was all she could do to keep the tears that blurred her vision from falling.

The dragon had thrown her in this cage, then up and left. He was probably preparing his torturous means of killing her. He’d probably start by cutting up her wings before tearing them off. Each slice in the thin membrane would cause her immense pain. Then, for all she knew he might even decide to break her flight bones before he even tore them from her back. The thought made her curl even further into herself and conceal her frightened form with those large wings he’d go for first.

The silvery feathers along the bottom of the membrane were out of place and mangled. The gold ones lining the bones at the top were patchy and dull. Her species of fairy, the ancient Avis people of the south, were a prideful one. So the sight of her plumage in such poor condition brought a feeling of shame upon her.

Not that its appearance was her fault though…

At the sound of footsteps approaching, she scrambled back from the door of the cage. But these footsteps sounded different than the ones she heard when the dragon left. She wasn’t sure how long ago that was, but she knew it had been a fair amount of time. So the sound of these new footsteps lit a dark curiosity in her. They echoed off the stone walls in what she could only assume was the dragon’s aerie, though it was dismal and bare, with only two windows and a dragon-sized door that had been slammed shut after they arrived.

“I’ve heard much about your people,” came a gruff voice from the darkness. She could only assume that it came from the same creature as the footsteps. “The prideful fairies of the south, the powerful, legendary Avis who come out only when the sun is at its peak, and when the moon is at its fullest.”

The torch on the wall near the cage only illuminated so far into the darkness, and whomever was now circling her stayed just outside its reach.

“I say you’re just arrogant fools who’ve hidden in your enchanted forest for far too long,” the voice hissed. Judging from it, she could tell it was a man, though she could not glean what species he was from the few words he had spoken. “You value your knowledge and your wings more than anything, so you have failed to notice all the changes going on in the world outside your borders…”

“You call me arrogant,” she croaked, her throat feeling like a desert. “Yet you keep company with a dragon. That seems to me both foolish AND arrogant…”

The man chuckled, the sound bouncing off the walls to give the feeling that his laughter was surrounding her. The next thing she knew, a hand reached through the bars at her back to take hold of her narrow chin and turn her around to face him.

“My poor little fairy, that dragon and I are practically one in the same,” he grinned. The sight of him took her breath away to the point that she had no response.

A wild mane of unkept black hair fell down his back, which was covered by a thick, luxurious cape. He had on a dark shirt with a high neck and no sleeves, giving a full view of his muscular, scarred arms. His light pants were tucked into worn leather boots to complete the look. But even more captivating was his face. A sharp jawline and prominent cheekbones gave him a very angular appearance. One odd thing about him though was the piercings scattered about his face. Three lined either side of the bridge of his nose, four were fastened in the place of both of his eyebrows, and two dotted the space between his lower lip and chin. His ears were littered with even more metal studs, and she found herself wondering what they felt like.

The grin that still cut across his face exposed his bright white teeth. Upon closer inspection, his canines were much longer - not to mention sharper - than any normal fae’s. Dragging her gaze away from them, she hesitantly brought it up to meet his own, then instantly regretted the decision. Once they made eye contact, she felt that she was paralyzed in her seat. His irises were the color of freshly spilled blood, and they bore hungrily into her soul. A stroke of fear shot through her, and she mustered all her will to tear away from his grasp and scramble away from him. Huddling on the opposite side of the cage, she concealed her body once more with her bird-like wings, leaving her head free to watch him skeptically.

“Aww come on little fairy. I just wanted to play a little,” he gave a dramatic pout as he took hold of the bars in front of him and hung almost seductively against them. “What do you think I’m gonna do, clip your precious little wings?”

“No, I’m sure the dragon will take care of that,” she muttered, voice wavering slightly at the thought.

“Come now, you really think that big metal head has enough use of his paws to be able to rip the wings off a teeny fairy like yourself?” He scoffed, straightening and slowly making his way around the cage toward her. He took a slow pace, emphasizing each step and clasping his hands behind his head. “If anything, should he decide he wants your wings clipped, he’d have me do it. But I don’t think that’s his intention…”

She hesitated, staying very still as the man continued to approach her. “T-Then what is his intention…if you know him as well as you claim?”

He sighed, coming to a stop behind her. He reached through the bars once again, but this time much more gently, to tug her closer to him. “I think it’s something much simpler than that, little fairy…” he murmured as he leaned down to nearly brush his nose to hers.

“Tell me…please…” It came out no louder than a whisper.

“Maybe he was captivated.” The sound of metal clinking against metal did not even register to her in that moment. “Maybe he wanted to keep you for himself.” The door was suddenly unlocked and opened, but Levy still was not free, as the man was suddenly situated atop her slight frame, his long legs straddling her waist and her arms pinned gently above her head with one of his hands.

“Maybe he wants to make you queen of all the lands he rules over instead of letting you become queen of that silly little forest. I’ve watched for two centuries as the war between the dragons and fae raged on, just waiting for a chance to end it, and I finally found that when you were named heir to the throne…”

“What are you talking about? You’ve been watching for two centuries? I’m the answer to the end of the-” Her voice trailed off as realization dawned on her. “Y-you… you’re the dragon aren’t you?” Terror coursed through her veins, but so did something else. Something much sweeter, much softer.

His expression changed slightly, looking almost guilty. “And what would you do if I said yes?” It was his turn to speak in no more than a whisper. “Would you run away terrified like all the rest of your kind? Would you refuse any consolation or friendship I might offer? No, I don’t think you would do that…” His free hand moved to slowly brush the strands of blue hair away from her face, almost lovingly. He then trailed it down her side until he reached her once awe-inspiring wings. “I thoroughly apologize for what I did to your wings, little one. It can be a bit difficult for a matured dragon to catch a fairy as quick as you. I foolishly hoped there’d be little or no collateral damage, but obviously I was mistaken.” Regret tinged his voice, almost making her believe him.

“If you say you’ve been around for two centuries, why did you wait for me to end this war? It’s claimed the lives of millions of fae and thousands of dragons…” Her voice was colored with fear still, and she didn’t try to stop it from trembling.

“Because I was the dragon that started it in the first place…” he admitted after a moment, not meeting her gaze.

“You aren’t-” She gasped quietly. “Black Steel Gajeel, the Iron King of the Dragons.”

“Do I frighten you a little more now? Does the name strike terror in your heart? I know I was the cause of all these deaths, and I wish I would’ve known two centuries ago what havoc it would bring. But I cannot let the rest of my brethren die off into extinction, nor do I have any more desire to bring destruction to your kind.” He dropped his head slightly, his face now hidden from her sight.

As his grip on her hands loosened, Levy slipped one free with ease, before hesitantly placing it under his chin to make him look at her. His skin was hot to the touch, and smoother than she would have expected from such a rugged looking man. “I think I understand why you brought me here then…” she admitted.

He glanced to his sides as movement caught his eye. But it was simply her wings, rising around him. Their impressive span was more than enough to wrap around the large man above her, and she nearly laughed at the fascinated look on his face as he inspected the feathered barrier around him.

“But I think I’d rather hear your explanation…”

He visibly swallowed, looking almost nervous. Never in a thousand years would Levy have thought she could make a dragon, much less their king, look nervous…

“I want to bring this cursed war to an end, my little fairy.”

Gathering her courage once more, she smiled ever so slightly. “Is that all you want? I find it hard to believe that the mighty Iron King would want just one thing of a lowly fairy like me.”

“You are no lowly fairy. You are Princess Levy McGarden, Heir to the throne of Avion, future ruler of the lands of Fiore and all the fae who reside within its borders. I may be king of the dragons, but if there is any creature to equal my power, it is you, both in status and magical ability.” He gazed down at her with such intensity that her heart fluttered in her chest. “I would like nothing more than for you to remain here by my side. Only together can we bring this fighting to an end. And only together would we be able to lead into the future to assure it does not occur again.”

“Convince me, o dragon king… why should I listen to a word you’re saying? I cannot deny that, while I’m tempted to accept your offer,” Levy hesitated, letting her fingers slowly trail down his neck to tug down the collar of his shirt. “I’m sure it would be an unlawful relationship in every meaning of the word. And while I’ll admit, you’re quite handsome…” Raising herself up on her already freed arm, she tugged the other from his grasp and wrapped it around the back of his neck. Only when they were nearly nose-to-nose did she finish. “Tell me how you wish to atone for all the sins that dirty those hands of yours.”

The almost stunned look on his face gave her enough self confidence to stay in that position. Otherwise, she’d have blushed so intensely she’d have burned to a crisp! But that confidence was tested as he gave a low chuckle. Here she was, trying her hardest to be intimidating and hopefully appealing, and he had the audacity to laugh at her… Anger tinged her expression as he stopped.

“I apologize, my little princess. This was much more than I’d expected. Had I known this would be the route you would decide to take me on, I’d have prepared a room for you to do with me as you saw fit, instead of leaving you in a cage…” As his words brought a deep blush to her cheeks, he ducked his head to press his lips softly to her neck. The tenderness of the gesture sent a chill down her spine.

He continued on after a moment of kissing her sweet skin. “So I hope it suits your needs-” he paused again, this time to look up at her. “If I offer my personal chambers instead.” With that, he allowed his lips to return to her neck, this time with the addition of gentle teeth scraping against her creamy skin.

Her wings slowly fell away from the pair as she felt herself going nearly limp at the feeling. As they made contact with the metal floor of the cage, she felt him slip one arm under the small of her back, and one beneath her head in what she thought was a mere romantic gesture. While she may have been partially correct, a strange leathery sound drew her attention away from the feeling of his mouth.

Opening her eyes, she drew in a quiet gasp. Above her rose a pair of metallic-looking dragon’s wings that put her own to shame, both in appearance and span. Gajeel gave her neck one last nibble before grinning down at her. The next thing she knew, they were out of the cage and soaring through the cavernous passages of the Iron Dragon’s stronghold. She was tucked against his broad, muscular chest, her wings folded tight against her back as his pumped thunderously above her.

Just as she had grown accustomed to the feeling of flying without her own wings, they were slowing to a stop. It was then that she realized that her arms were secured around his neck, and her body was pressed flush against his. As he folded his wings to his back, allowing the thick cape to cover them once again, she looked at him in wonder.

“Would you like to hang on my neck all night princess, or would you like to try and get at least a wink of sleep?” He grinned as that adorable blush spread over her cheeks once again. She released her hold on him, only to be lowered about a foot to the ground by his strong hands on her waist. She then truly realized how much larger he was in comparison to her.

As he turned to push open a set of enormous metal doors, she made to follow, but froze at the sight that awaited her. She had thought the previous cave was his aerie, but she was surely mistaken. This cavern put the previous one to shame. Mountains of treasure rose up along the curved wall, and six tall pillars carved to look like incredibly realistic dragons helped support the ceiling, from which hung an ornate crystal chandelier lit with hundreds of light lacrima. But the center of the space was what truly caught her attention.

A smaller collection of treasures surrounded a raised platform that contained what appeared to be some type of nest. The treasures there looked much more valuable than those along the walls, as this horde contained crowns and treasure chests overflowing with jewels. While the surrounding ones glittered gold, this pile glittered every color of the rainbow, reflecting the light from the chandelier above.

She took slow steps toward the altar as Gajeel watched her with his arms crossed and a small smile on his face. She looked so small and fragile against the backdrop of his chamber. All the metal and treasure surrounding her, with her tattered wings and torn dress. Yet he truly believed that, should it ever come to pass, he would protect her with more ferocity than he would ever protect any of the treasure that he had gathered over the last two centuries.

She paused at the steps to the altar and glanced back at him as he stood in the doorway. Receiving a nod of approval, she ascended the stone steps to the place where his nest was perched. She circled the structure slowly, noticing the iron shell on the outside, and running her hand along the large pillows that lined the edge of it. It was very much akin to the nests her own people slept in, but on a much, much larger scale. As she reached the back of it, she paused to look up at Gajeel. With a look of dangerous curiosity and mischief, she unfurled her wings and leapt into the air.

Her plan was to simply fly up a little ways then fall softly into the nest. But her battered wings had other ideas. She only pumped her wings twice, before pain shot through them and her face contorted. Before she could even start to fall toward the nest, Gajeel was there, arms holding her protectively against himself as she tried her hardest not to cry out from the pain.

He slowly lowered them to the nest, placing her gently among the blankets and pillows before moving to inspect her wings. He moved his fingers carefully along the bone of her left wing, then finding it intact, he moved to the right one. He found that it wasn’t in fact broken, but there was a patch of skin along the bone that was heavily irritated. The feathers there were torn up and several were missing. Guilt welled up in his chest as he folded his wings once again and called out in a language Levy couldn’t understand.

“I’m so sorry my little fairy, I’ll get you patched up in no time,” he murmured into her hair. He gently pulled her into his lap, keeping her injured wing free. She laid against his chest for a long moment, before he felt her stir. She reached up to undo the clasp at his throat, letting the heavy cape fall away and leaving his wings exposed. Looking up at him, he nodded with a smile as he got what she was silently asking.

He slowly unfurled he left wing, bringing it forward so she could see it. He smiled at the look of wonder that came to her face as she gazed silently at it. She reached out a tentative hand to run her fingers over the length of his flight bone. After she reached the end of it, she trailed her fingertips down the leathery membrane of the wing itself, fascinated as she brushed over the bones extending down from the main one through the membrane to end in a little claw at the edge of the wing. The structures were so foreign to her, so captivating, that she didn’t even notice someone else entering the chamber.

“Gajeel, I have what you asked for,” came a clear, deep voice from the doorway. With a start, Levy looked up at Gajeel in confusion, and he nodded with a smile before looking toward the door.

“Thank you Pantherlily. You can bring it in.” With his wing in front of her, Levy couldn’t see who was approaching. So she slowly peeked around the large obstruction only to be dumbstruck at the sight.

A small black cat approached them carrying a bag full of what appeared to be medical supplies over his shoulder. The cat wore a pair of billowy olive green pants and walked on two legs, and as she glanced around, she decided it had to have been him that spoke before.

Retracting his wing and returning it to his back, Gajeel watched Levy’s expression carefully. She looked astonished as the little Exceed approached them, and it brought a smile to his face. As Lily stopped at the bottom of the stairs leading up to the nest, he bowed low, a gesture he had long since abandoned with Gajeel.

“Why bow now Lily? You haven’t done that in decades? Gajeel chuckled.

“The bow wasn’t for you screwhead. It was for her highness, Princess Levy of Avion,” the cat rolled his eyes. Levy laughed quietly, relaxing slightly against Gajeel’s chest.

“I like him,” she murmured to the dragon beside her.

“Tch, just hand me the supplies and be on your way,” Gajeel grumbled. As the cat stepped up to hand him the bag, he clambered over the side of the nest to joint them, seemingly much to Gajeel’s annoyance.

“So, Pantherlily, you seem to know who I am, but I can’t say the same about you,” Levy smiled as Gajeel shifted beneath her. She extended the injured wing, then shifted so her back was pressed to Gajeel’s chest so he could reach it with greater ease. She could have sworn he held his breath as she moved. “Where do you hail from?”

“I am an Exceed from the kingdom of Exlandia, a far away country where creatures like myself thrive. It’s nice to finally have someone around here to talk to about things as trivial as this,” he chuckled and shot a playful look at Gajeel. The dragon scoffed as he gently spread a salve over the injured area. It stung a bit at first, but after a moment Levy sighed as it soothed the pain.

“So tell me, what makes you stick around here Pantherlily?” She asked curiously.

“Gajeel saved me from many a battle when we were younger. Without his ugly mug, I wouldn’t be alive today. So I suppose it’s because we’ve formed a friendship. Or maybe I’m just too scared to fight with that dragon he hides inside that skin of his…” The little cat shuddered at some unspoken memory, which spiked Levy’s curiosity before she decided it would be better not to ask.

She inhaled sharply, trying to keep her wing still as she felt the ever unpleasant sensation of feathers being plucked from her skin. “What are you doing?” She hissed, turning to see what Gajeel was getting at.

“I’m sorry, but these feathers aren’t going to regrow unless they’re-”

“Removed, I know,” she cut him off. “But there are less painful ways of going about that, you know.” Her voice was colored in thinly veiled annoyance. “Let me handle this part. I won’t lose a single feather more than I have to.”

Rolling his eyes, Gajeel eased her off his legs to stand up. “Also know that your left wing is swollen near the base. Don’t fly for a while, I won’t have you injuring yourself further.” Stepping to the edge of the nest, he hopped out onto the altar. “I’ll be back.”

Her sense of safety wavered, and mild anger washed over her. “It’s not as though I asked to be injured and captured by a dragon today,” she muttered to herself. His footsteps halted, and she looked up to see him turn on his heel to face her.

“Do you want to end this war or not? Would you not sacrifice yourself for the sake of your people? Because I sure as hell would. I figured this would be the best alternative to one, or even both of us, having to die…” he retorted.

“You could have at least offered a treaty. Had you tried to arrange this peacefully, I would be much more open-minded to the idea, not to mention my wings wouldn’t look like a fledgling who fell out of her nest!” She replied somewhat defiantly.

In an instant, he was back in front of her, but now she was pressed against the pillows on the edge of the nest. His wings were flared out around him, and with the light from above him casting his face in darkness, she felt a true spike of fear run through her body.

“It can be a bit difficult to write out a treaty when you never learned to write in the language of your enemy,” he hissed, his eyes nearly glowing with frustration.

She was silent for a moment, letting his words sink in. Of course he wouldn’t know how to write in Fiorean. He was a dragon from the north. Up here they spoke Draconic, a long forgotten language in Fiore. Merely four fae still knew the language from the time before the war, and they were incredibly difficult to get in contact with. So should a treaty come to the queen of Fiore in Draconic, it would have taken an exceptionally long time to get it translated.

“I’ll make a deal with you then,” she proposed as an idea came to mind.

“What is your deal little fairy? I’m interested to know what you could offer.” His wings slowly lowered to his back, but his expression hardly softened.

“Teach me Draconic, and in return I will teach you to write Fiorean. I know it’s not much, but all I can really offer you is knowledge. I was a scholar, a magic wielder. I’m sure we would both benefit from this deal, just think it over…”

Since she was a little girl, some hundred years ago, she had always been fascinated with the dragons that plagued her people. She had heard tales of their complex language, and had dreamt of learning it. So the thought of finally being able to have a chance at learning even a bit of the difficult language intrigued her.

He hesitated, standing to his full height above her. “I’ll consider it.” Then he was walking away again, leaving her and a dumbstruck Pantherlily in his nest to tend to her wings.

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Past Lena was a dick.  That was all she could say right now.  The early morning sun was blasting through the opened curtains that she’d been far too preoccupied to close the night before.  She growled, burying her face in Kara’s hair in an attempt to ward off her hangover.  

Kara let out a soft whine, dragging Lena in close.  “Stop moving.”

 “Don’t tell me what to do Danvers…”

Lena watched one of Kara’s blue eyes open and fixate on her, “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll revoke that.”

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Toughest Witch - Kyle Spencer x Reader (Fluff)

Toughest Witch - Kyle Spencer x Reader (Fluff)

Requested by @trafalgarlau

Word Count: 2,850

Warning: None


Originally posted by ahs-is-my-heroine

“Come on. Come on. Please. Please work. Come on.”

You were sitting in the middle of the living room ground of Miss Robichaux’s Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies trying to light a candle using your powers, but it wasn’t working. Tomorrow, or should you say today since it was around 2 in the morning, you had to show the Supreme and the counsel that you were actually a witch or you had to leave the academy. You had powers but since the day you ran away to New Orleans, it stopped working. It still shocks you that Miss Cordelia let you into her school even after you bombed your entrance exam. The counsel tried to tell Miss Cordelia that you were a fake but she saw something in you and let you stay but gave you until the end of the week to show your powers.

You were still sitting in the dark with your hands over the unlit flame. “Come on. You can do this (y/n). Just do it, you can do it. Come on. Come on. Come -.”

You quickly removed your hands when someone turned on the small lamp in the room and called out at you. You opened your eyes and saw it was the academy’s butler, Kyle Spencer. “Hey. What are you doing? It’s the middle of the night.”

You just sat there and stared at him. You could say that you and Kyle were close. You were the only one that didn’t take advantage of Kyle and make him do obnoxious task that you were more than capable to do for yourself. You were even there to comfort Kyle when he broke up with his long term girlfriend, Zoe. According to him, Zoe broke up with him because she was too tied up and busy with running the counsel to be caught up in a relationship.

“Hey, are you crying?” Kyle asking as walked around the table and got a good look at you.

You didn’t know you were crying until you brought your hand up to your face and it insistently became wet. It only made you cry more.

“Whoa, whoa (y/n). What happened?” He ran and sat by you and wiped your tears away.

“I can’t do it. I can’t even light a freaking candle. I can’t do it.”

“That’s not true. I know you can do it, you c-”

“I can’t do it Kyle. And if I don’t show the counsel that I actually have powers tomorrow, I have to leave.” You looked into Kyle’s eyes as you said that. He saw sadness, and you saw fear.

Kyle grabbed your hands and put them back over the candle. “Then try again until you can. Miss Cordelia said that when she was performing the Seven Wonders, she thought of her most happiest thought and that gave her the strength to become our Supreme. So think of your most happiest thought and channel it to light the flame.”

You nodded and closed your eyes. You tried to feel the happiest in your heart and then Kyle came into full view. Seeing him each morning when you wake up for breakfast, inside jokes you made that no one else knew about, the smiles he would give you throughout the day. It was Kyle, he was your happiness.

“(Y/n), open your eyes.”

You opened your eyes and smiled. Not only did you light the candle in front of you, but you also lit every candle in the room. “I did it. Kyle, I did it!” You smiled at him.

“I know you could. What did you think about?”

You looked down at your hands and whispered so low that you barely heard it, “You.”

You thought Kyle was gonna laugh, but he brought his finger under you chin and lifted your lips to his. It was all that you dreamed it would be, his soft lips to yours and you feeling fireworks and sparks.

Kyle pulled back and said, “So then think of me and show them that you can be the toughest witch here.”

You laughed and brought your lips back to his.

things better than romance, weather edition:

  • the low boom of thunder
  • when you’re in a wide open rural area without anything to block your view of the sky and lightning from a storm creates a show of art
  • that wonderful calm feeling when a gentle, cool breeze brushes past you
  • clouds with unique shapes
  • rainbows that are full circles
  • when it’s cold enough to see your breath in the air
  • the way snow and ice looks on sunny days
  • when it’s finished raining and the sun peeks out to make everything sparkle
  • watching clouds move through the sky
  • that kind of peaceful rain that you could fall asleep to

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Random prompt i thought of while scrolling tumblr, "Is that supposed to surprise me?" I thought you'd be perfect to tackle it! Definitely MSR if you can? I just love your writing

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They used to go to bars, Scully thinks. At least to one bar: Joe’s. When they were first partnered, they sometimes went there to discuss cases and to see each other outside of work, but on neutral grounds. It didn’t last long. Soon they were spending most of their time together; in their office after hours, their apartments and on the road. No longer at Joe’s, though. As they grew closer together, they grew further apart from everyone else.

Today, though, Mulder wants to meet at Joe’s. For a drink, he texts her, with one of these smiley faces. Scully, who has spent most of her days in a quiet, dark morgue, would rather go home, shower and go to bed. It’s been a long week. Though Mulder’s sudden burst of extroversion is most likely her own doing. Last weekend, two days spent mostly in bed, or on the couch, she mentioned that maybe they could, like a normal couple, go out every once in a while. Who knew Mulder could take a hint.  

She showers at Quantico knowing that if she were to go home and change, she might not leave her apartment again. Ever. She’d rather be in casual clothes, shed her professional Scully persona, but this will have to do. She quickly texts Mulder that she’ll run late - reports can’t wait - but that she’ll be there. His ‘can’t wait to see you’ sends a flutter to her heart and curls her lips upwards. No matter where they meet, she can’t wait to see him either.

As Scully steps into the dimly lit bar now, she wonders if they still fit here at all. Young people in business suites, nursing drinks, staring into phones; is that who they are? Her Mulder radar leads her past tables and past the bar. She knows that he picked a table in the back, partly hidden from view, safe in the shadows. She can’t not smile when she sees him there hunched over what she presumes is a file. Mulder, even after hours, is always working. She walks closer, her heels for once not announcing her, and touches his shoulder. He looks up at her, his eyes full of love, his smile happy. 

“Hey there, stranger.” Mulder is up on his feet in an instant and she’s in his arms a moment later. Scully has hugged Mulder plenty of times. As a partner, as a friend and out of desperation. Lately, this time, too, it’s a lover’s hug; tight, passionate and clingy. 

“I missed you.” He croons into her ear.

“Mulder, we saw each other four hours ago.”

“It felt much longer.” His lips, talking or not, are on the move. Scully lets him even though she knows better. There are no fears, doubts or consequences on her mind when he’s kissing her. Her mind is in fact blissfully empty. His hands roam her body, touch her intimately, and then there’s this nagging voice quietly reminding her that they’re in a public place and very publically displaying what they’re trying so hard to keep private.

“Ehm, good evening agents.” A deep, dark voice interrupts their moment and they jump apart. Lips swollen, eyes sparkling, there’s no denying what they’ve been doing. Skinner, however, is completely unfazed. As if seeing them make out, is the same as them handing over a report. He stand there with a beer in his hand, dressed casually, looking nothing like their boss.

“Uhm, hello,” Mulder clears his throat to sound less like an awkward teenager and more like a mature adult, “we uhm…yeah. I guess we’re not just… partners anymore.”

“Is that supposed to surprise me?” Skinner takes a sip from his beer, eyes Mulder, then Scully. “What you do outside of the office is none of my concern. As long as you keep it out of the office.” His eyes grow huge as he glances at Mulder. Who nods dutifully. 

“Have fun, you two.” He struts off, doesn’t look back once.

“Please tell me this did not just happen.” Scully buries her face in Mulder’s chest. The cat is out of the back anyway. There’s no reason to hide anymore. The thought should make her happy, but right now all she feels is hot embarrassment. 

“He took it pretty well. Don’t you think?”

“I’m not sure what to think, Mulder.”

“You want to keep me your dirty little secret, don’t you?” He leans down to kiss her cheek and Scully’s eyes drift close again. 

“Hm, no. I just don’t want everyone to talk about us.”

“They already talk about us, Scully.”

“That’s true. Mulder?”

“Hm?” It’s a wonder he hears her when his mouth is taking over again.

“I think I was wrong.” That gets his attention. He stops kissing her and looks at her, blinking a few times.

“Dear diary, today Dana Scully made my day when she-”

“Mulder, shut up. I just want to go home. I know I said we should get out every now and then and maybe we should but… not tonight. Definitely not when Skinner is around here somewhere. So, take me home?”

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

“Is that supposed to surprise me?” Scully tries to imitate Skinner’s voice, fails and giggles.

“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t make fun of me, agent Scully.” Scully turns around, the color of her face almost matching that of her hair, and gives her boss a sheepish smile. She’s learnt that move from the best. Mulder, his hand on her back, nods at their boss and leads her away. 

“I really can’t take you anywhere, Scully.” He chuckles into her ear. He kisses her there and then they make their way out of the bar; the door slams shut behind them, but Scully swears she can hear Skinner laugh.

Sometimes I think about the Origins LIs and I feel like crying

Alistair, who was brought up considered a mistake - the Kings bastard, nothing but a shameful accident jeopardising the true heir’s position and Maric’s reputation - made to sleep in the kennels with the dogs, cast aside and given to the Chantry where he can’t make trouble. Shunned by nobles, mocked by commoners. Nobody ever noticing him except when convenient - nobody except Duncan, and Duncan isn’t here anymore.

Leliana, recovering from betrayal. The realisation that every loving smile, every kiss and soft touch traded between herself and the woman she loved with all her heart - the woman she dedicated her life to, the woman she would have killed for, died for - was nothing but a lie. That for all Marjolaine meant to her, to Marjolaine she meant nothing.

Morrigan who was raised to believe love and goodness to be pretty lies, to see deceit and hatred everywhere, in everyone. Never viewed with anything but suspicion, hostility and at best hollow, meaningless lust from shallow men. Love is a lie and a weakness, only survival matters. Only power matters. The loneliness she feels is a weakness she doesn’t need, and she’s learnt to ignore how it aches.

Zevran, raised in a brothel where love is an illusion sold for coin. Sold on the slave market at seven to a guild of assassins who spent the rest of his training trying to break whatever love was left in him. Never having true loves or friendships, because how can you love anybody when you’re waiting for them to plunge a knife into your back? The only woman who loved him is dead (his fault) and he’s left with the hollow truth - she meant nothing. He means nothing.

And then comes the Warden.
And Alistair finally has somebody who values him as more than Maric’s bastard son, who values who he is and what he wants, a woman mad and wonderful enough to look at the goofy wise-cracking idiot and go “yep, I love him.”
Leliana finally has somebody who will return the gentle words and gestures with everything they have, because finally she means as much to her love as they do to her.
Morrigan finally meeting a person willing to accept her wholly and completely, not cowed or full of fear and hatred for her power, but somebody who respects her. A man who views her not as some object of lust he can tame, but something far more. Love can be a power too.
Zevran finally has somebody he can trust completely, somebody he can be safe with (safe to love, he didn’t even know that was possible). He has somebody who looks at him like he’s worth something. As though in their eyes he’s worth the entire world.

I have feelings

from Lord of Shadows, illustrated by Cassandra Jean:

SNIPPET W/SPOILERS:

There was a commotion atop the pavilion, and a single blast from a horn shattered the murmuring quiet in the clearing. The gentry looked up. A tall figure had appeared beside the throne. He was all in white, salt-white, with a doublet of white silk and gauntlets of white bone. White horns curled from either side of his head, startling against the blackness of his hair. A gold band encircled his forehead.

Cristina exhaled. “The King.”

Emma could see his profile: it was beautiful. Clear, precise, clean like a drawing of something perfect. Emma couldn’t have described the shape of his eyes or cheekbones or the crook of his mouth, and she lacked Jules’ ability to paint it, but she knew it was uncanny and wonderful and that she would remember the face of the King of the Seelie Court for all of her life.

He turned, bringing his face into full view. Emma heard Cristina gasp faintly. The King’s face was divided down the middle. The right side was the face of a handsome young man, luminous with youth and beauty. The left side was an inhuman mask, gray skin tight and leathery over bone, eyesocket empty and black, mottled with red scars.

Kieran, bound to the tree, looked once at the monstrous face of his father and turned his head away, his chin dropping, tangled dark hair falling to hide his eyes.

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Nursey Week Day Four: Shout

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       Spring C is nothing like any other concert Nursey had ever been to. It isn’t loud so much as full, as if every one of Nursey’s senses is just bursting with sensation and he can’t do anything but experience it. He doesn’t remember if he had anything to drink, but he feels loose and happy like when he steals some of Dex’s tub juice because he really doesn’t appreciate it as much as he should. Of course, the feeling could just be from dancing, screaming lyrics he doesn’t know, being anonymous, other worldly, immortal, just for a bit.

         A hand curls itself around his wrist and he turns, grinning widely when he sees Dex standing there, flushed from head to toe, jumping in time with the beat. Dex grins back and Nursey laughs for no other reason than he’s happy and needs to let the world know.

         “Come on!” Dex shouts over the music, though Nursey still doesn’t hear him. The only reason he knows what Dex is saying is because he’s staring so intently at Dex’s lips. A little on the thin side, but sometimes when he fusses with them the bottom one gets all red and kiss bitten, puffing up a bit, and Nursey could write sonnets just on that bottom lip.

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First off, don’t you dare say that about your English, because it is perfect. You speak English very well. :) 

Second off, I really hope you like and I am so sorry that I am posting it so late, but to be honest, I’ve barely written anything that hasn’t had to do with school since the summer. But I really hope that I will be able to write more frequently now. :)

Your POV:

It’s one thing being a teenage girl. But being a time-travelling teenage girl is hard and complicated on a whole different level. Normal girls go out with their friends on Friday nights. I get transported to The Middle Ages. Normal girls talk about their crushes to their friends. I got to talk about mine to the Fourth King of the Fourth King, Prince Ahkmenrah, in Ancient Egypt. Normal girls go on dates in restaurants with the boys they like. I got to have King Arthur teach me how to fight with a sword.

That having been said, I wasn’t really all that surprised when I ended up under a tree in a thick forest with no memory of how I had gotten there. In some ways I guess I shouldn’t be complaining. I’m living a fictional life. Something you would either see in movies or books. But hey, it’s not all that fine and dandy to find yourself stranded in unknown places in an unknown part of the timeline with no memory of how long you’d been there or how you’d gotten there.

I stood up and dusted myself off. It was time to check out where I was. And when.

After a brief walk forward I started hearing the sound of voices from the direction in which I was headed. I slowed down my pace just in case. It had taken one too many encounters for me to realize that not everyone in my escapades would be friendly. I peaked over the edge of the bushes that were hiding me from view, awaiting what I would see. To my surprise, it wasn’t what I had been expecting. There was a big building in front of me with a baseball field to the side of it. It was a… high school.

I mentally breathed out a sigh of relief. It was definitely a step up from my last adventure when I’d ended up squat in the middle of the Boston Tea Party and had gotten thrown overboard along with the tea. Long story short, I’d had a bit of explaining to do about the fact that I had materialized out of thin air and the fact that I was wearing ‘funny clothes’ after the incident.

Just as I was making sure that the coast was clear and that it was safe to emerge from my hiding place I saw something at the corner of my eye. I turned to see a small white circle getting bigger. At the time I didn’t know what it was, but then it hit me. Well, almost. I ducked just in time, but not without uttering a pretty loud, “What the hell?!”

“Are you okay?” I heard a voice from behind the bushes.

“Why the hell would you do that? Can’t you watch where you’re throwing your baseballs? Some of us think that the bushes are a safe place to be, but then people like you come and make us think otherw-” I stopped mid-sentence as the figure emerged from the bushes and into full view.

He was gorgeous. Absolutely unforgivably this-should-be-illegal gorgeous.

He had the most stunning chocolate brown eyes that I had ever seen in my entire life. I could absolutely melt in them just like the chocolate-y color that they were. His hair was slightly disheveled, but it was the kind of disheveled that looks really good on boys and makes you want to run your hands through it. My eyes traveled down his shirt to what I assumed to be a pretty toned body. I wondered what he would look like shirtless. Probably pretty good and-

Stop it, (Y/N). He could probably be your grandfather.

“I’m sorry?”

Oops! I had said it out loud.

“Who could be your grandfather?” he asked, suddenly flashing me a blinding ten-million-karat grin. Whoa! Suddenly that made him ten times more attractive. As if I wasn’t already looking at him with a jaw-hits-floor type of face expression.

Suddenly the smile faltered. He puckered his lips in a worried manner. “Hey, are you sure you’re okay? Maybe the ball hit you on the head or something? You’re kind of not making any sense. Do you want to go to the nurse’s office?”

I shook my head vigorously. There was no reason to attract more attention than was absolutely necessary. Especially not if there was someone who could question me about my life and where I had come from and all that. There was no way I could know how long I would be staying. It was always different. I didn’t want to spend my time, however much I had, here in jail or in a court or something. Exaggerations aside, I didn’t want any trouble.

“No, no. I’m fine. Don’t worry.” I tried to smile as convincingly as possible.

He still didn’t seem entirely convinced, but he let me have my way. “I don’t think we’ve met. I’m James. Do you go to this school?” He motioned to the school behind us.

The gears in my brain started working. I was used to this. Quick. Create a story. Simple, but not too simple. Nothing with holes in it that could produce questions you would not be able to answer without telling them the truth. The truth was most definitely not an option. It had never been. I had tried it once. I almost got burned at the stake. True, that was probably the wrong time frame to pick for that. Thankfully, life seems to love me and got me out of there before they proclaimed that I was a witch or something.

“I’m (Y/N). Technically, I don’t go to this school yet. I’m new in town. This is the school I’ll be going to, so I thought I’d come check it out before I get enrolled sometime this week.” Hmm… Pretty good, (Y/N).

“From behind the bushes?” Shoot. Hole.

“Well, I’m not that good at social conduct.” Social conduct? What?

Surprisingly, he laughed. “Social conduct. Interesting way to put it. But I get what you mean.” Phew. “It’s not always easy to talk to people. They can be judgmental sometimes. Especially to, uh…” He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand nervously, looking me over. “Different people.” he said lightly.

I looked down at my outfit. Black leggings. Combat boots. Olive green jacket that I had decorated to kind of resemble armor. I touched my hair with my hand. Yup, the braid. And of course, the bow and arrow safely secured to my back. The memory had already flashed back by then. The moment I had gotten transported back in time I had been at a costume party. Dressed as Katniss Everdeen.

I looked over his outfit. Flannel shirt over white T-Shirt. High-waisted jeans. 90’s. I was in the 90’s. The Hunger Games hadn’t even been written yet let alone filmed. I probably looked like a weirdo.

“Let’s get you some new clothes, huh?” he asked, a careful lilt to his voice. He was probably trying not to offend what seemed to be my strange fashion taste.

I smiled to reassure him. “Sure.”

He seemed to relax. “Alright, come on.”

“Don’t you have class or something?” I asked after a while of us walking and chatting to each other.

He smirked. “Technically. But it’s my last period. Sometimes you have to make a choice. Do you hang out with a pretty stranger you’ve never met in your life or do you go to your Home Ec class?”

I blushed at his words. I was the pretty stranger.

I could certainly see his logic, though. It’s not like I hadn’t ditched class before too. True, my reasons tended to be of the “Excuse me for being 30 minutes late to your Algebra class, but I got transported to Victorian times.” type, but still. It sort of counts. Also, I probably would have picked to hang out with a pretty stranger too. I kind of had in this case. Him. He was my pretty stranger. Even though I usually tried to lay low on all of my time-related adventures most of the time it didn’t end up that way. Somehow I always ended up making friends with someone from a different era or getting involved in something one way or another.

“You take Home Ec?” I asked, hiding a smile.

“Extra credit.” He shrugged. “Plus it’s not that bad. It can be pretty fun too. Also, it’s ditchable.” He smirked.

“How are you going to get your extra credit if you keep ditching the class?” I laughed.

“I’ll figure that out later.” he said with a grin. “Now it’s time to get you… in style!” he said dramatically, leading me to the clothing store that was just looming into view.

In Style was the name of the store. Smooth. Sort of.

I walked into the store and the fresh-clothing smell that every boutique hit my nostrils, sending a wave of pleasant emotions through me. I think that would be mostly every girl’s reaction. Unfortunately, that was always the only wave of pleasantness for me when it came to shopping. When it came to the looking for and trying on and all that stuff, well, let’s just say I wasn’t a very big fan. I tended to go into a store, grab whatever it was that I needed or whatever I had previously decided I wanted to own, and get the hell out of there.

Walking up to the first rack, I picked out a simple longer black T-shirt to go with my black leggings and turned toward James.

He just raised his eyebrows at me and asked, “That?”

I looked down at the T-shirt and pouted slightly. “Yeah?”

He gave me a smug smile. “Wait here.”

After five minutes he had come back with a pile of clothes in his arms and placed it in mine, ushering me into the dressing room.

“I thought boys weren’t supposed to know about fashion.” I said with a laugh as I tried on a black high-waisted skirt paired with a white dress shirt that he had picked out for me.

“Such outdated thoughts.” he tutted. “I am a man of many talents.” he laughed.

I chuckled and rolled my eyes as I threw the curtain open. He looked me over and nodded.

“It looks great. But try some more on. This should also be a fun experience.”

I groaned. “Can’t I just get this one? I hate shopping.”

James looked back at me with what seemed to be a genuine look of bafflement. “I thought girls were supposed to love shopping.”

“Such outdated thoughts.” I tutted, repeating his previous remark. I heard him laugh as I closed the curtain behind me, and I couldn’t help but think about how melodic his laugh sounded.

“Come on. If you do this I’ll treat you to some ice cream. It’s an adventure. It’s good for you.”

Oh, if he only knew of the type of adventures I had on a daily basis.

Four outfits later and I was strutting around the store like I was on some sort of catwalk with some of the most ridiculous combinations that were available in the store. James watched me showing off the colorful high socks ridiculously paired with a high-waisted leather skirt and bright orange T-shirt and laughed again. “See? I told you this could be fun. Plus you’re a natural born model.” he said teasingly as I almost tripped over my own feet.

I stuck my tongue out at him and giggled, walking back into the dressing room. I picked up what was my last outfit to try on. A pair of high-waisted jeans, a plain black T-shirt and a jean vest. To be honest, I quite liked the combination. It suited my style. I shimmied into the jeans and put the shirt on. I put the vest on top of it and walked out of the dressing room.

James gave me the once-over and smiled approvingly.

“I think we have a winner.” I commented enthusiastically.

“It’s ice-cream time!” he replied, matching my enthusiastic tone. I rolled my eyes and he laughed again. I couldn’t help but notice how much fun I was having with him. In all honesty, I didn’t want this day to end and I’d only met him about 2 hours ago. But I knew that eventually I’d have to leave without a trace, possibly never to return. I dreaded the feeling of regret the thought left as residue. That wasn’t good news. It’s hard maintaining friendships as it is let alone ones that are from different time-frames. Pushing the thought to the farthest part of my mind, I walked with him to the counter. As long as I was here I could enjoy it.

“We’ll be buying everything she’s currently wearing.” James told the lady behind the counter, pointing to me. “And if you could put these,” he said, handing her the clothes I’d been wearing beforehand, “in a bag that would be lovely.”

The cashier nodded and gave him a little smile. She placed the clothes in a bag and handed them to me. “That will be $30,75.”

The smile faded from my face. There was one little important detail that I hadn’t considered. I didn’t have any money. Apparently I hadn’t thought this through.

“Uh, um, I just realized…” I started, my cheeks flushing to a pink color. “I, um, don’t-”

“Don’t worry. I’ve got it. It’s my treat.” James said, handing the cashier the money and quickly ushering me out of the store before I could protest anymore apart from the “But-” I’d managed to utter during the whole exchange.

“You didn’t have to do that.” I said, looking at the pavement as we walked down the street, my cheeks still flushed from embarrassment.

“It’s no big deal.” he said simply as if he had bought me gum and not a whole outfit.

“You just wasted $30 on me.”

“Pretty strangers get special treatment.”

I sneaked a glance up at him then, and I saw him smiling at me. Our eyes locked and we spent a moment just looking at each other before I looked away. I suddenly felt awkward. And I knew exactly why even though I didn’t want to admit it to myself.

“Hey, what do you say we ditch the ice-cream and go see a movie?” he asked after a few moments of silent walking.

“Really? You’d like to spend more money on me?” I laughed.

“Hey, you’ll treat me next time.” he shrugged, giving me a smile. “Let’s go see a movie? I really want to see a movie.” he said, fake-pouting and trying to look cute.

Spending 2 hours in a dark theater right next to him? Sign me up.

“Fine.” I said, hiding a content smile under my brow. “What movie are we going to see?”

Clueless.”

“Oh, awesome! An old classic. I love those.” I accidentally blurted out.

“An old classic? What are you talking about? It just came out this year.” He looked at me quizzically.

“Uh, I meant, it’s an old classic because, uh…” Think, (Y/N), think! “It’s based on Jane Austen’s Emma?” I answered unconvincingly, biting my lower lip nervously.

“Uh-huh.” he said, narrowing his eyes suspiciously, but he didn’t push it. Instead he changed the subject. “So, what’s your favorite movie?”

I was about to say The Matrix and go into my usual narrative about how and why it was my favorite and about the possibility of the actual world we live in being our “matrix” and the general Tumblr approved material, but I stopped myself in the exact right moment, remembering that The Matrix wouldn’t be out for four more years.

Breakfast at Tiffany’s.” I said, thinking quick. “I just… really like Audrey Hepburn.” I added lamely. “She was great in Roman Holiday as well.” I rambled on.

“Oh, nice. You like the classics.”

You have no idea.

“Yours?” I asked, reciprocating the question.

Jaws. Steven Spielberg is amazing.”

“I liked Back to the Future a lot better. I loved the-” I abruptly stopped myself before I said the words 'special they did with Michael J. Fox and Christopher Lloyd on The Jimmy Kimmel Show.’ “hover boards.” I replaced quickly.

I scolded myself for forgetting when and where I was. I didn’t like this. I was so comfortable with him that I kept forgetting that he was not, in fact, one of my friends at home and that I had to be careful when talking to him. But what was it about him that made me lose my cool? Was it the dark ebony hair? The sparkling brown eyes? The smile that made your heart race? Oh, Jeez! What was happening? This wasn’t supposed to happen.

We chatted along the way to the cinema and I couldn’t help but smiling a little too much at all his little quirky comments and laughing a bit too much at all his little jokes and anecdotes. He told me about his friends and about the time when they’d gotten locked in a classroom at the end of the school day and had to spend the night at school. I told him about all the things about myself that wouldn’t give away too much about which timeline I was from even though it was strictly against my rules to reveal too much about myself to any of my 'time comrades’ as I liked to call them. But by the time we sat down in our seats at the cinema James knew about my dislike toward anything Math-related if I didn’t understand it and was laughing about the time I accidentally set the toaster on fire anyway. And instead of worrying about the repercussions as I probably should have done, I just smiled widely and slightly enjoyed the feeling of my heart beating a few paces too fast.

I doubt that we would have quieted down if the rest of the audience hadn’t shushed us when the movie was beginning. We managed to spend 20 minutes in mute silence, but then came the nudges and secret smiles and giggles shared between us as if we’d been friends for a lifetime. And somehow that’s how it felt. I’d only known him for a day and this was by no chance a permanent friendship - or a permanent anything, really - but something was blossoming and I still wasn’t sure if I should just enjoy it or if I should be worried about it.

In a moment of silence I felt James’s hand slide over the arm rest slightly and cover my own hand. I felt my heart pick up speed due to the tingling feeling his touch left on my skin and a smile tugged at the corners of my lips. Ah, screw worrying.

He suddenly leaned toward me. “Remember when I bought you that outfit and you told me I was wasting money on you?” he whispered, his warm breath tickling my skin. I could smell his cologne and to be frank, it was giving me butterflies. But the good kind. The kind I liked. The kind that lifted you up on their wings and made you feel like you were floating.

I nodded slowly, not trusting myself to speak right at that moment.

“Well, I just wanted to tell you that whatever I give you is never going to be something I will consider to be wasted.” He paused for a moment. Our eyes met in the dim lighting and I could see a twinkle in his. “I’m hoping that you’ll let me kiss you now.”

Even though it was strictly against my personal time-travelling rules, I found myself nodding. The next thing I knew I could feel the touch of his lips against my own. I smiled mid-kiss, feeling a rush of ecstasy and euphoria along with the movement of our lips.

“I hope you know that I will never regret giving that kiss away.” he said, as we slowly pulled away from each other.

I chuckled slightly, but the lingering feeling of euphoria was cut short by a different feeling. There it was. The sudden feeling that something was shifting, that something was changing… I knew that I had approximately ten more seconds left and then I would be gone. Gone far away, maybe never to return. But I couldn’t accept that.

I turned to James quickly, a determined look on my face. “We will see each other again some day.”

He looked confused, but I didn’t let him say anything. I didn’t have much time.

“Promise me that you will remember me until then. Promise that you won’t forget about this. About us.”

I wasn’t seeing clearly anymore. His figure was distorted in front of me and the sounds of the cinema were starting to fade.

“Wh-”

“Just promise me!”

He looked genuinely puzzled, but nodded vigorously anyway. “I promise.”

I leaned in, using my last second to give him a quick peck on the lips. And then as fast it had come, the kiss was gone. And so was the cinema. And so was he. But I knew. I knew I’d see him again someday.

So, that was that! I have ideas for a part two of this, so if you want one feel free to request it. ^_^

Or if you have any other requests, my ask box is always open! :)

P.S. I know that Akhmenrah didn’t actually exist, but I just couldn’t resist. I love Night at the Museum, okay? xD Also, King Arthur technically did exist, but not in the same time frame as the actual legend, so yeah… That sort of makes sense. :D