it's as if he is protecting her from the black hole


Aries ~ The snowflakes of Pisces winter fall and death embraces the zodiac.
Sweet, sensual death. Evaporating into the divine, deep in the hollows. And the further we go into darkness, the brighter the light within us shines
Bursting to awaken with the first sound of spring, bluebirds echo in the Aries ear, calling… calling… calling….
bring back life, colour, and god’s delight to the bleakness
Special child of the divine, still held in heaven’s arms, waiting to be born like an exploding nebula, scattering pieces of itself everywhere out of curiosity and enthusiasm. Follow the sound of bloom, the fresh smell of spring, the feeling of warmth beginning to saturate your spirit once more
the earth’s revered child has finally been born. The zodiac begins

Taurus ~ 
As a child of Venus, Taureans navigate the world through their senses. The fresh air of nature, trees, flowers and wildlife is extremely therapeutic and stimulating for them. They are often acutely sensitive to the seasons and weather changes. There is a real need for contact with nature, which and many Taureans fill the roles of farmers, gardeners, horticulturists or artists who use natural materials. One of the male images of Taurus is that of the green man, the male fertility principle. This sign is the closest manifestation material purity, and their sensory alertness allows them to connect to the five sense experience like no other. They can make universes out of empty sketchbooks, make homes out of half crescent Moons and heatwaves through their determination and spirit. This is all four seasons rolled into one.

Gemini ~
Gemini provides a dazzling display of how the mind works. This
mad instrument in all of its
glory and its chaos, its genius and dissociation, its ability to create patterns and puzzles and spin the world upside down. Gemini is like a literal
mind fuck, you know one minute you are traveling 200,00 miles an hour down one road, into philosophy and corruption of the military
and then you have a drunk child on your hands, unable to focus or sit still for a moment. Geminis orgasm can come from conversation, communing with a mind, or meeting an intellect, someone who will talk their ear off all night
conveying hypnotizing facts and knowledge. Gemini is always
the student and the teacher, forever threading the information inside onto
silver wings and blowing them into the ether. They touch people through
language, through the way they weave words together to create
laughter or conversation or sheer delight. Gemini is spinning deliriously in a
world of thought, crossing the borderlines, doing the thinking for both dark and light. Gemini is a book of mysteries inside 

Cancer ~ 
Cancers have a surreal experience of time. It can melt through their mind
like dripping honey. The sound of clocks can be intimidating. They need music and oneness, the rhythm of stars. The moon rules Cancer, and before the 30-31 day calendar, we followed the cycle of the moon, a 28 day ‘month’, stemming from ‘mon’, or ‘moon’.
And now we live separate from nature, and the Cancer is pulled between materialism and delirium, unsure of what is completely real. But from this conflict evokes a brilliant prophet in the Cancer, a crystal ball that conjures the inner world’s most marvellous vision. Spirit guides reside in the 4th house.
So the Cancer can hear thoughts, and these are thoughts of their guide. They can receive intuitive knowledge about the past, a place where the Cancer dwells comfortably, they can be the conduit for ancestral inheritance and the protection of passed descendants, they can swim on a river of divination, because their psychic imagination is so acute. When they fear their own safety, this vision can become dark and volatile. Fear is Cancer’s most destructive poison.

Leo ~ It’s the centre of a star that bursts from Leo
and they are pure magic, a splendid cosmic artwork mixed with dripping sun maple and  the manifestation of divine creative power.
the Leo can stare at themselves and see the universe in their reflection, a flickering light of God burning behind their eyes,
constellations made of broken capillaries, sweetness and softness.
And there is the roar of the Leo lion, a heart that beats a tattoo
in their chest because it is overflowing with love, passion, and desire. The Leo has painted every sparkling essence of time and space with their
enchanted paintbrush, that mind is a visual display of milky way fireworks, heaven is a place on earth with Leo.
But the Leo can also look in the mirror and see a black hole. It isn’t always so vein and conceited. every flaw echoes so loudly. The Leo just wants to be loved, simply for who they are. Not their fortune, or photographs, or profound generosity. Only the bravest hearts are born under the sign of Leo. It’s sensitive and spirited,
ravishing and regal

Virgo ~ 
The lines and poetry of sacred geometry and mechanical movement come to life before the Virgo eyes. Sacred geometry is the sort of experience the Ancients believed was nourishing for the soul. Virgo becomes intimate with the earth and its divine faculties with more voracity than any sign. There are details perceivable to only the  Virgo, like nervous signals jump from their fingertips into their surroundings and electrify the invisible engineering. The Virgo individual is very sensitive to elements, precision, accuracy, and seemingly insignificant components, but nothing is simple to the Virgo, and they recognise
the duty and usefulness of everything, the whole dynamic of seasons and earth, the equilibrium and the silent movement. This is what makes Virgo tremendous at occult studies, specifically those requiring analysis like astrology and numerology, and those involving healing properties like minerals and witchcraft. Through intense observation of surroundings, through holding a
microscope to every leaf and flower, through watching the reverent dance of the sunrise as they measure the motion by time, they identify with the part of themselves that is infinite. They can unify with the part of themselves that is pure, that is untainted awareness and magnificence and beauty. 

Libra ~ 
With Libra we have the Snow White pages. the innocent beauty who does not know the seduction of her aura, the distressed belle who waits for a prince to save her, despite easily outwitting and serving justice better than any man who takes their hand. and in the antithetical pole, the wretched self consciousness. After Virgo has achieved personal perfection, she wants to be the fairest of them all. she evokes the images of others as she attempts to be all things, a glorious figment. they are the enchanted mirror, although they look into their own searching for others and answers. Libra is every character, the enchanting snow is the jewel in her heart and the melody in her love of people. And the witch, her voices of self resonance. Saturn exalts in Libra and the stepmother is an expression of the domineering Saturn parent, often leaving impossible idealism in the child. The notes of empty comparison against others that wither her supple apple cheeks into dried roses and destroy every venus valley. 

Scorpio ~ 
The human world is rarely enough for Scorpio. That can be why they provoke people’s souls, they want to see your insides, your darkness, your light. They can seem spiritually provocative, it’s like they know how to draw madness out of lovers, they can sense the unseen, they can experience states that question existence. And nothing is ever enough.
They don’t want a lover. They want a reunion with a soul mate, their soul. They don’t want sex. They want angelic intimacy, the evaporation of bodies into intwined ether. Scorpio is preparing for death, but they don’t want to leave without truly tasting life. The superficial is rarely enough for Scorpio. They are discontent swimming in shallow waters. They become easily bored when their brilliant mind is under stimulated and unchallenged, they become distracted into unconscious trance when people are dull. And the Scorpio cannot force conversation. There are holes in the world that only Scorpio can see, and they will crawl into one when this world is not enough. 

Sagittarius ~
After emergence from the deep Scorpio tomb, the Sagittarius hybrid spirit soars far and wide. The Sagittarius wisdom operates from the laws of nature, stars, archetypes, the Akashic records, the higher mind, and culture. It embodies the divine chant of laughter, the publication and interpretation of symbols, mythology, theology, and religion.
Here is the quest for the meaning of life, the pilgrimage to unknown regions in search of understanding and the materialisation of belief. It could be travel, education, relationships, indulgence in intoxicants, or nomadic wandering through religion. The Sagittarius guru is the scholar. His temple is filled with books, compasses, astrology notes, and artifacts from every country. He uses comedy for his teachings and applies experience to philosophy and scripture. Waiting in the middle of winter, the Sagittarius speaks many languages and knows many ways of life.
He is approachable and warm, filled with light and spice. Even with the wrinkles of time, the spirit of youth always radiates. Old as the trees and free as a bird, as young as the sunrise and as old as the night.

Capricorn ~ 
To stand on top of the mountain, to stare over the edge of the midheaven, sometimes all you would ever
see would be your own shadow. And the Capricorn’s shadow can linger like a heavy fog, always threatening, always concerning. At her peak, she radiates like a Mistress of Brilliance, she has scaled the land and sea, starred in her
own dream and written her own success story. She has stood behind people and encouraged their ascent
in her graces she has climbed and flown, a mountain goat, pursuing the grand land and salty sea. In all of this, she has only had herself to rely on,
and a voice of wisdom, found only in the darkest moments. She can be hungry for descent because she understands the reigns of flight. The Capricorn is contained, and yet they are the stitches that thread the stars, the grand mastery of it all. In her spirit wields the resources of the Gods, each of whom have tried and tested her. Through the Capricorn’s shadow, a self portrait is created. It reveals the most powerful triumphs of human kind.  The undeniable component of the shadow is that in its presence it reflects only light. The Capricorn is capable of wielding both in their starry ascent toward the heavens, an intuitive focus in strategic command, a skilled concentration that gleams fantasy into
reality. The shadow can be lined in
exquisite silver. 

Aquarius ~
Telepathy could be the Aquarius enchantment. Telepathy into the web of consciousness, the matrix of thought that connects all beings together. Telepathy into the ideas of the sky, cascading like a diamond waterfall into the Aquarius mind. And there is telepathy into the knowledge of stars and space dwellers. The Aquarius mind is a conduit for all sorts of cosmic contemplation. It receives tremendous visions of utopia and elevating bursts of intuition. It also soaks up space junk, and this may turn into madness. Aquarius is the last moment of thought before we capsize into Pisces dream.
They look out to the stars to find their soul mate. They stare into the sea to contemplate infinity. They test logic against galaxies of invisible wonder. The Aquarius mind diffuses an extraterrestrial perfume, their thoughts dart through constellations and fields of existence. Underneath the disorder is a mind that sparkles like the diamonds that rain on Uranus. Inconceivable. Curious. Marvellous.

Pisces ~ 
Pisceans can try on new personalities like they try on shoes,
and with those unusual feet hardly any shoes, from heels to flats or docs seem to fit properly, like all these personalities she tries to be, none of them cloak her soul with the colours. Nothing ever seems to fit those shades
she knows ripple inside, those pastels that haven’t been invented yet. From room to room she moves, shifting face and shape, slippery with sea salt infused in her skin, impossible to catch or define, lost and wandering,
the facets of a thousand personalities. It feels so foreign being trapped in a body, when she can feel wings fluttering behind her shoulder blades,
and scales shimmer under her thighs. Like a mirror carved in heaven, reflecting people as angels. She is the stain glass window that forever changes colour and tone, paint streaked over her spirit, impossible to conceive without a kaleidoscope. She knows her true self resides at home
The home in the sky, made of clouds and liquid love. But for now the show must go on. Who do I dress as today.
Nobody knows.


Defying Gravity: Loki x Reader

Note: This is just a random idea I had; reader has the ability to manipulate gravity and Loki walks in on her chilling on the ceiling. Let me know what you think (I know its pretty terrible, just tell me nicely) or if you want to be tagged in any future works :)

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You can find my other fics here: Loki Masterlist

               “Y/N, what are you doing on the ceiling?”

Loki’s voice shattered your concentration, causing you to fall ungracefully onto the bed. You let out a grunt as you hit the mattress, thankful that the wooden frame of the bed hadn’t shattered upon impact; you’d already had to ask Tony for a new bed once this week and were pretty sure that he wouldn’t pay for third in as many days.

Rolling on to your back, rubbing your neck as you did, you grumbled, “I like sitting on the ceiling.”

The mattress slumped under Loki’s weight when he sat down beside you. Much to your surprise, without so much as a word, he began massaging your neck. You took a sudden breath when he caught a trapped nerve, cold air rushing into your lungs as the pain began to pass.

Twisting your neck until it clicked, you asked, “What can I do for you, Loki? I don’t know how things work around here, but where I’m from people knock before letting themselves in.”

               "I thought I’d just come and see how you were settling in,“ he said, studying your room.

You were still in the process of unpacking so it looked like you were currently living in the middle of a bomb site. However, you had managed to sort out the most important things; your favourite shelf was up and packed tightly with hundreds of books. Everything else was half in, half out of the boxes, strewn across the floor without a home.

Gesturing to the mess, you said, "It’s clearly going very well. That’s not why you came to visit though, is it?”

               "You’re very observant. Fine, I was curious as to why you are here. No-one knows anything about you or your powers. I want to know why Stark thought you so worthy.“

It was something that you’d thought about a lot since moving in with the Avengers. Just over two weeks ago, Tony Stark had appeared in your dorm room and told you, in no uncertain terms, that he was going to help you use your powers for good. Before you could argue, he’d sent someone to box up your things and brought you back to the compound with him.

               "I’m gyrokinetic.” You had to hide your grin at the complete and utter look of confusion on his face. The few people that knew of your powers had all made the same face upon first hearing the term. “That means I can manipulate gravity.”

               "Hence why you were on the ceiling…“ Loki said, slowly understanding. "What else can you do, other than float around?”

               "It’s not just floating,“ you scoffed. "I only do that for fun. You’d be amazed what I can do.”

               "Show me. It’s only empty words otherwise.“

               "I don’t have to prove anything to you, Loki,” you said, stretching out across your mattress. With a gentle shove, you pushed the god off the edge of the bed and gave him a little wave. “Bored of you now. Bye bye.”

Somewhat shocked by your attitude, Loki turned to leave. However, he only managed a few steps before he was stopped in his tracks. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t lift his legs. It felt like they weighed a tonne and it wasn’t long until his knees gave out. He hit the floor with a loud thud, grimacing as he landed awkwardly on all fours.

Suddenly, as if it had never happened, the god could move again. He let out a deep breath, holding tightly on to the carpet to assure himself that he wouldn’t float away. Even though he was back under normal gravity, it was like his body was filled with helium, ready to float away now the force holding him down was gone.

               "I might have lied,“ you chirped, pushing yourself up from the bed. It was almost funny how red Loki’s face had gone; you couldn’t tell if it was in anger at being humiliated this way or from exertion having fought the intense spike in gravity. "I’m not bored of you quite yet.”

His muscles fully adjusted to normal Earth gravity, the god rose to his feet and glared down at you. “Is that all you’ve got, little girl?”

From nowhere, he pulled a small dagger and threw it your way. Honestly, you hadn’t been expecting such a serious response and panicked. You instinctively snapped your hands up to protect your body and doubled over as a sharp pain radiated in your chest.

Looking up towards Loki, you stared dumbfounded at what you’d subconsciously managed to conjure between you - a miniature black hole! Your first instinct was to let go of your powers and let it close itself up but you knew that would be dangerous. Focusing all your attention on the darkness before your eyes, you brought your hands together and prayed that this would work.

You supposed, at least if it failed, you wouldn’t know about it. Current theories suggested that death by black hole would be pretty instantaneous.

When you finally managed to compress the rip in the fabric of space to nothing larger than a tiny pebble, it closed itself up and the world around you began to faze back into existence. Everything was a little messier than before, and that sharp pain near your heart hadn’t yet faded, but aside from that you’d never have known anything bad had happened.

The sound of Loki’s concerned voice also came to the foreground of your attention. “Y/N, are you alright?”

               "Used a little too much energy there…“ you mumbled, breathing deeply to try and dull the pain you felt. You knew it wouldn’t kill you - it was a common side effect of over extending your abilities - but it bloody well hurt anyway. Shaking your head to clear your thoughts, you asked, "Are you okay? I didn’t mean for things to get that dangerous. I panicked a little.”

               "I should probably apologise for throwing a knife at you, then.“

               "You probably should,” you agreed. A few awkward seconds passed by before you added, “Well, go on then. Admitting you should apologise is not the same as actually doing it.”

You watched as the god bit back a smirk. “I shall give you fair warning, next time.”

Suspecting that was the best you were going to get out of him, you nodded in thanks. “Maybe next time just don’t throw a dagger at me at all? I need to rest now. That was a subtle hint for you to go.”

               "I’d be happy to leave if you’d return me to the ground.“

That was when you clocked it. In your attempts to relax, you’d subconsciously lifted the gravity of the room so now both you and Loki were floating aimlessly a few feet above the ground. Releasing your grip on your powers, you slowly descended until you were both laying flat on the floor.

Loki helped you to your feet, pulling you up in one swift, graceful movement, before turning to bid you adieu. He paused, clearly half expecting you to play another trick on him, when a different voice rang through the sound system of your room. "Y/N? Do you have a moment?”

               "Sure, Tony. What can I do for you?“

               "Have you, by any chance, been messing around with your powers?” Tony’s voice sounded strained but you couldn’t quite work out why.

Looking over to Loki, who was slowly backing out of the room to completely avoid the conversation, you answered, “I was… testing a few things out, yeah. Why?”

               "Do you know which room is directly under yours?“

               "No…” you said slowly, sensing that this wasn’t going to end well and that Loki had indeed made the right decision to flee before getting dragged into it.

               "Well, let me tell you. It’s my lab.“

You clasped a hand over your mouth as you realised what he was trying to say. You’d only ever lived on the ground floor before; using your powers to affect the local gravity had never bothered anyone else because there was no-one below to bother. Now, that clearly wasn’t the case.

Silently bringing up JARVIS’s camera shots of the lab on your computer screen, you saw a scene of absolute mayhem. Half of the lab was in zero-g whilst the other had a gravity comparable to Saturn. So, whilst the Iron Man suits were being crushed into tiny cubes of metal, Tony was floating around the room, barely able to tell which way was up anymore.

For someone that spent so much time whizzing and flying around, he really didn’t seem to be enjoying zero gravity.

Holding back a laugh, you whispered, "Tony, I’m so sorry. What can I do?”

               "Get me down from here!“ he shouted, his calm finally breaking. He hit the ground with surprising force and let out a deep groan, holding his chest tightly. Judging by the way the colour drained from his face, you feared that he’d managed to break at least two ribs on impact.

Looking directly at the camera you were watching, Tony groaned, "You and I are going to have a serious talk later, Y/N.”

Maybe it would have been better to be swallowed by the black hole, after all.

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Adrien frowned, yet again.

“Dude,” Nino raised an eyebrow, interrupting the blonde’s deep thought. “Are you planning on consuming that pencil whole?”

Adrien paused red-handed at the question. He’d been chewing on the end of said mistreated pencil for unnaturally long and flushed red, lowering it from his lips.

Nino chuckled. “What’s got you so twisted dude?”

Adrien tilted his head and Nino followed his line of vision, pushing up his glasses.

There you were.

Not too far from them, close up against the wall and almost blending into it. Your head was down in a book as usual, fingers absentmindedly twisting the strands of your hair into a mess. All that was known about you was that you were a new foreign exchange student and that your name was Y/N. Besides that, it was like you had faded into the background without so much as a trace.

Adrien found it…intriguing.

As if feeling the stare on your person you glanced up. Your eyes met Adrien’s for a split second before you purposely glanced away, your lips tugging down.

Nino whistled slowly, amused. “Well that was intentional.”

Adrien groaned, leaning back into his chair and boring holes into the ceiling. “I know. She’s been acting that way around me since she got here, and I don’t know why. Anytime I even try and start up a conversation she bolts.”

“Technically she’s like that around everyone; some chicks just can’t be fazed man,” Nino shrugged, patting his friend’s shoulder in a consoling motion. “Let it go.”

Adrien furrowed his eyebrows. He wished it was that simple, as he’d been telling himself the same thing for the past two weeks. But no matter how he tried to push you out of his head you had taken up permanent residence there with a mortgage and everything. No, there had to be something he could do.

In the middle of his contemplation someone passed by your desk, laughing at a pun they had shouted across the room. You visibly bit the inside of your cheek and giggled, before coughing into your hand.

Adrien’s eyes widened. “She likes jokes.”

“I guess,” Nino blinked, scratching the back of his neck. “So what? Are you gonna start cracking up like a clown to get her attention?”

Adrien shoved him in the side and Nino retaliated with a contagious grin, ruffling his hair.

No I’m not,” Adrien rolled his eyes. “And I can’t anyway, because, like you said, she is uncomfortable around everyone.”

Light came to his jeweled eyes as he turned to look outside the window with a concealed smile.


“But I do know someone who can.”

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Destined To Be Yours (Yondu Udonta x Reader)

Scenario: Yondu discovers you on a slave auction and decides to save you. But what path will his decision lead the two of you on?

A/N: Can be read as a prequel to “A Ravager’s Love” that you’ll find on my blog under the tag; yondu udonta x reader. Hope y'all will enjoy this story :)

Warnings: Smut, Drama, Angst & Fluff, Murder, Harsh & Explicit Language.

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Life on earth had been a quiet living for you. A husband or children never seemed to be in your cards. You lived your life with a blooming carrier and a group of close friends, telling yourself that was everything you needed. But your heart knew better. Your heart knew the truth. It seeked for something else. For something new.

So the night you were taken didn’t scare you as much as it excited you. The prospect of life on other planets had always been true to you, so there was no surprise displayed on your face when the spaceship emerged above you and beamed you aboard. But the benevolent aliens you hoped to see were nowhere to be found. Instead the shackled you and sold you as a slave.

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I Get To Love You - Sirius Black x Reader

  Request:  you should do a fluffy fic where you and Sirius are dating and have been for a good while and then one day someone says to the reader “ hey Mrs. Black” and the Sirius would grumpily say “ don’t call her that she’s too pure to be a black” and then reader like consoles him and says that she would love to be a black and some really fluffy shit happens.. thanks love just an idea:)) 

Well… My heart. And please, just please, for my heart’s sake… Sirius was never sent to Azkaban. Okay? Okay!
I wrote this while listening to this beautiful song!
Warnings: I don’t know people, I am crying. My English. 
Gifs are not mine/ Credits to their original owners.

   Being with Sirius was like an amazing ride. It had its downs sometimes but it had its ups all of the time. He may appear to be the bad-boy, the careless rebel, but really, he was a cinnamon roll. He was sensitive and caring, but crazy too. He loved to cuddle like it was a life or death matter. He was protective and he was trusting. He didn’t patronize you but he wouldn’t hesitate when someone was flirting with you- they weren’t really flirting with you but he was as jealous as it can get. He trusted you. It was them he didn’t trust. 
   You have been together about two years now. You were there when he had run away from his family. You were always there when he wanted to pretend he was okay but he wasn’t. You had seen him at his best and worst and you loved him deeply. More than you admitted, actually. You just didn’t want to scare him away with your feelings. But he knew. He knew, even if you didn’t say it. He understood it in all those little things you would do. It could be a simple question like “did you eat today?” if you were too busy to be with him during lunch or a really deep and profound conversation in the middle of the night because he couldn’t sleep or the way you kissed his forehead. You didn’t know but he knew. He knew it was your way of saying it every time you two had a fight- a silly one, really- and you were the one to reach back first. He felt awful because he hadn’t done the things he wanted. He hadn’t told you he loved you. You knew he needed his time. And you were willing to wait.
   You walked into their dorm with your pajamas on- a huge t-shirt of his and a pair of shorts-and your hair in a messy bun, ready to fall asleep in your boyfriends’ arms- as every night since the beginning of your last year. 
   You were greeted by a sleepy-but hyperactive, at the same time- James.
“Hello, Mrs. Black” he said yawning. You just shook your head and rolled your eyes.
“Hello, Mr. Prongs” you said mockingly.
   You failed to notice your boyfriend’s grimace, but you did notice that he snorted, something that left you quite puzzled. You brushed it off as you made your way towards him. He was resting his back on the headboard of his bed, his eyes were burning holes on the ceiling, his raven hair falling loosely around his beautiful face. You climbed on his bed and wrapped your arms around his upper body, reaching to kiss his cheek, tenderly. He always blushed. You leaned against the headboard as well and rested your head on his shoulder. 
“Goodnight! And guys, please, keep it low” James teased as he slipped under his bed sheets. You wanted to throw him a pillow. Or the whole bed.
“Yes, James. You want to lose your virginity to Evans and only Evans. We know, you are too innocent!” Sirius commented theatrically but there was a tone of annoyance. You silently laughed though, the vibrations of your body delivering the message to him. He held you closer to his body as he slid down, laying on the bed. Your head was resting on his chest. You could feel his warmth and his heart beating steadily. You fell asleep, without even realizing it. 

  You were woken up by something that didn’t seem to stop moving. You opened your eyes and saw Sirius tossing and turning. He hadn’t slept and you felt bad instantly. You brought your hand on his arm, turning his body towards you, his face a breath away from yours. You cupped his cheek, caressing his soft skin, silently asking him what was wrong. He leaned into the touch like he always did.
You locked eyes.
“What’s wrong, baby?” you asked softly and worryingly. You knew that sometimes he had too many things going on inside his mind and he wasn’t able to make them shut up. He looked away and your worry increased. He wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you as close as humanly possible to him. He moved his head, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. 
“I just don’t like it when they call you Mrs. Black. You are too pure for that” he confessed, his breath falling hot onto the sensitive skin of your neck.
  For a second you couldn’t respond. You really didn’t know what to say. You knew about his family better than anyone-including James. You understood why he didn’t like his last name but still.
  You brought his face in front of yours, gently but confidently.
“I know you don’t like your last name, babe. I know. But I love it. It’s you. I don’t care if there other hundred people with the same surname-whenever someone says ‘Black’ the only thing I can think of is your pretty face and magnetic soul. Not even the color! So, really, I don’t mind” you whispered. Two years now, you had come to love everything about him. Even the things he didn’t. Like his last name or the scar on his chest. 
   He was looking at you like you had said something he never expected. Was that the way people wanted to be looked at?
“I adore you” he breathed out softly. You froze for a second and then a huge grin was plastered on your mouth- and you didn’t even try to hide it. 
“About time” you teased but your voice was way too happy to actually mean it. He furrowed his eyebrows, thinking. That was always dangerous. 
“Hmm… Since you love my last name that much, why not take it?” he asked you.
  Your heart stopped. Like, really. It stopped. And then it started again beating twice, no, ten times faster than it normally did. 
“Sirius, what are you saying?” you stuttered out, breathlessly. His hands cupped your face-you knew he could feel your heart. Hell, even McGonagall could hear it.
   Your hands were shaking and you couldn’t exactly stop them from tugging his dark locks a bit. You knew that your eyes were wide open. 
“Marry me” he whispered with confidence. He was sure of what he wanted. You were almost crying. Almost? Scratch that. You felt your eyes tearing up. You wanted to-
  You hugged him even tighter and pressed your forehead against his. You closed your eyes.
“Yes” you husked and crashed your lips to his, feeling his smile. A million times yes. 
He kept you inside his arms. Home.

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Okay i really need to talk about ep 28 of snk. Because not only did the pacing of this ep felt very off. They cut out some very important scenes that was detriment to the developments of some characters. And i don’t know if its because of the 12 ep constraint and thats why they felt the need to cut out important scenes like these, but then again this ep just felt so rushed and the pacing felst so off that its hard not to believe that they couldn’t have added these scenes in.

First off.

They changed Eren’s monlouge after he was told that he needed to learn how to harden like Annie so that he could plug up the hole in Wall Maria.

In the manga, after he thinks to himself that the ability Annie used should be possible for him to learn as well, the thought of remembering Annie as the female titan shows to discomfort him. This was a sign that even after battling her and finally accepting the realization that she was the female titan and killed numerous scouts, he still had a hard time viewing her as an enemy.

He then states that he is tired of not knowing answers and not finding a direct person to channel his anger at. Which is why he proclaims that he wants to go to his fathers batsmen and finally learn just what the hell is going on

He says that once he does, he’ll finally be able to direct his anger to at least something. Now this moment in the manga was extremely important to Erens character because it was the beginning of his growth from seeing the world as black and white, to realizing that things obviously aren’t as simple as he originally thought. It also cemented the strong relationship he had with Annie, as he still couldn’t direct his anger towards her and still refused to see her as just an enemy. I’m not just saying this as a shipper of the two,  this scene was important to his development and sort of paved the way for future events once he reaches the basments and finally see’s the world for what it is.

But no…. instead we get this one scene

They completely removed his inner monologue, a scene that was important for his character and development, if not only to rush the episode for the castle utgrad scenes at the end of the episode. Which i have a hard time believing because i can’t see how hard it is to add 1 or 2 more scenes with Eren thinking to himself. With the removal of this scene it removes the progression Eren hurdles through up to this point and finally seeing the world as a sort of grey area then black and white.

I would forgive this if they somehow include a scene between him and Annie during their training days that cemented the close relationship between the two. And no i don’t mean the scene that played out during Eren’s fight with Reiner, i mean a new scene that shows how close Eren and Annie’s bond were and that cements how close their relationship were.

The only hope i have of this is that Annie’s Seiyuu has been heavily advertised like the rest of the cast. So that probably means that she has recorded new lines for the season and im really hoping those new lines were for a scene between her and Eren.

Aannnd thats not the only thing they cut out.

One of the things i was really looking forward to was the talk between Levi and Mikasa. And in part i was super scared that they were going to skip this scene entirely. Which to be fair they didn’t( and i was happy at hearing Levi call Mikasa name ^_^)

However  i did not like how they changed the scene where Levi tells Mikasa to control her emotions and to not make a blunder like last time…

To instead telling Eren the exact same thing and that he needs to control his emotions and to not screw up next time.

Again, they removed a very important scene that helped develop Mikasa’s character. In the manga this was a way for Mikasa to admit that yes, she made a mistake, and its was because of her constant need to protect Eren all the time that caused Levi to be injured. This moved Mikasa away from the fandoms perception of her as someone who is, ‘ just obsess with Eren and is a mary sue.” Because this was her finally coming to the realization that her Emotions gong out of control and her recklessness had consequences. It gave her something to reflect on because it came from levi himself

I’m happy that they still included the scene with them talking, but when thy remove an important scene like this it removes that formation of a relationship that was starting to build between levi and Mikasa. It’s important because it was Levi who told her of her mistakes, and telling her to learn from it.

I know people are saying that thy are going to include a scene where she reflects on her mistakes during the Reiner fight, but they can’t add back a scene where it was Levi telling her all that when they completely just skimmed through it. It won’t have the same meaning because it doesn’t come from Levi himself. Which would have begun that Mentor- Student relationship between the two.

And lets not forget the scenes with Ymir. I Was happy to see that the scenes between her and Historia were pretty on the mark. But the pacing of this ep was just really rushed that its kind of aggravating that they would exclude some important scenes from her.

Like when she was trying to comfort Connie by making fun of his claim that his mom was turned into a titan.

This showed Ymir in a sort of caring light and showed her character as not just a sarcastic asshole, but someone who genuinely cares about her friends and wants to cheer them up. Albeit in her own way.

But then in one episode, they arrive in castle utgrad, and then the castle gets attacked. All of this happens in the span of like five minutes. They skip the scenes with her altogether to make room for action.

I realize they could always add these scenes in a flashback during her reveal as the dancing titan, bit its just going to seem off to have an entire flashback dedicated to these missing scenes, in between what is currently going on. The pacing is just going to be ll thrown off because of it.

the magical things that are spoken from the boys

if u wanna know which vid a quote’s from, i remember (most) of them 👉😎👉 (or at least have a general idea) so don’t be afraid to ask !


“So this goes on top,, and then you’re on top of me……… this is really gay”
“This is so gay”

Brian: I never thought I’d say this but,,,, we need to fuck 407
Craig: heya, don’t threaten me with a good time

“See this C block? Ya know what it means?”
“It means you’re a cunt”

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Gasoline [unfinished WIP, KHR]

Going through my folders and posting what isn’t going to be finished or is dropped, so I can get it out for good and focus on what I do want to write.

Warnings for: born-a-female-Tsuna, mentions of attempted marital rape, forced marriages, drug-induced death and general mafia behavior.

Summary: Prior to marrying Iemitsu, Nana was a very accomplished black widow. Tsuna shouldn’t have to follow in her footsteps like this, but Vongola has left her no choice in the matter. So she will have the mafia fear her as she once feared them, and she will survive.


Prior to marrying Iemitsu, Nana Sawada went under a different name, and was a very accomplished black widow. She slipped poison in drinks and drugs where nobody would think to look, put needle marks in skin and occasionally knives in the backs of men who treated her like an object rather than a person.

Tsuna never wanted to learn such lessons. She wanted her marriage, when it finally did happen, to be the once-in-a-lifetime event her mother gushed about having with Iemitsu. After the mafia came and ruined her life, she still clung to feeble hopes that maybe she could still get that.

But it isn’t to be.

Timoteo intends to make a statement, one way or another. Unfortunately, even if a woman should rule as Decima, she must still have a husband. And Xanxus isn’t about to touch the woman that froze him once upon a time. So he’s reached out beyond Vongola to allied families, and they’ve sent their best to him. And now he’s made a choice, and once again he’s forcing it on her.

Tsuna can lie to everyone but herself; she’s afraid. Terrified, in fact. The thought of a stranger touching her makes her want to vomit. The thought of this man breathing in her general vicinity makes her want to vomit, actually. She shakes and quivers and hides beneath her bedcovers, and for once, Reborn says nothing. He doesn’t scold her. He slides a mug of hot chocolate topped with enough whipped cream to give her diabetes her way, wordlessly tipping his hat down as he leaves the room. It doesn’t take someone of Reborn’s calibre to know the man doesn’t like this any more than she does. But he’s her tutor, not her father (no matter how much she wishes otherwise some days), and so he can only stand back and watch this trainwreck.

Maybe that’s why she confides in her mother. Why when everyone is gone, Tsuna goes downstairs, starts to speak, and then bursts into tears. Everything comes rushing out, every lie about the mafia she’s ever told, and she begs her mother’s forgiveness for the lies, and Nana gives it readily, wrapping arms around her and letting her cry into a warm shoulder. The tears eventually leave, and Nana sits her down, gets her a glass of cold water, and begins to tell her a story.

It is not a nice story.

But it teaches Tsuna what she needs to know to survive. Because Nana was once a prominent black widow that nobody could ever track down. Her husbands died of natural causes - all the autopsy reports say so - and while people had their suspicions, there was no evidence for them to pin her with. And after a time, she’d learned how to disguise herself, going from one husband to the next.

Now she cups Tsuna’s small hands in her own, and drops the mask she uses around everyone. “Tsunako, do you want to learn how?”

Tsuna can’t say yes fast enough.


Her first husband dies to poison.

It’s tradition, her mother insists, when she shows Tsunako had to make a clear, tasteless, odorless toxin that’s practically untraceable once its inside the system. It’s homegrown, and Nana is a perfectionist at teaching it. She has Tsuna make batch after batch after batch until eventually she gets everything perfect. And then she gets a dropper and begins to administer one drop to Tsunako a day.

One drop doesn’t kill her. It makes her feel like shit, but she muscles through it, because a true poison user is protected against whatever they brew. Bianchi is the same way - she can eat whatever she makes and the poison won’t kill her or even make her queasy. Nana is immune to whatever toxins she injects into the veins of others, and eventually Tsuna will be too. They have time - the wedding isn’t due for a while, and nobody is going to force her and her husband together until then.

Tsuna sees Reborn watching them, once, but he vanishes too quickly for her to ask him if he’s going to tell anyone what she’s doing. She doesn’t ask afterward, because there’s a look in his eyes that’s… proud. It makes her feel warm, and when he drills her on her lessons later on, she doesn’t complain, driven by her twin desires to survive what’s coming, and make the man that has become her father in so many ways proud.

Spring passes into summer, and the wedding is held. People flock from all over to see it, and Tsuna is dressed to the nines and sent out at the alter. Her husband is a tall, weedy-looking young man who looks far too smug. She hates him at once, and his oily touch doesn’t remedy that.

The poison is not in his drink, but in her lipstick, and when they kiss (him pressing far too close, too hard, disgusting) she feels a sense of predatory satisfaction. The next morning she wakes up and screams, which brings the bodyguard outside the door running. She plays the part of the horrified wife, discovering her husband’s cold, lifeless body in bed. They rush the body away, and bring her to Reborn to keep her safe while they go question guests and comb through the drinks menu.

Reborn eyes her fingernails, but his eyes flicker upwards when she taps her lip in pretend thought. There’s a ghost of a smile across his face, but it fades once the door opens and Timoteo enters, looking both furious and terrified. He questions her if she feels ill, or if anything felt off at the wedding. She answers no to both, wringing her hands and playing up the ‘Dame-Tsuna’ act to full effect. It works, and the old man leaves.

“You’ve been hanging around Bianchi too much,” Reborn murmurs, not moving his lips, and Tsuna has to bite her own to hold back her return of its not Bianchi I’ve been spending so much time with lately, but you already know that.


The death is passed off as a heart attack a week later when no results come up showing foul play. Tsuna doesn’t even get to play the widow in mourning before Timoteo’s given her another husband, this time in the form of a 40 something lech that’s like every old man out of a hentai. The old man gropes her and laughs too loudly and tries to sneak a hand up her dress to cop a feel, but Tsuna smacks his hand away and smiles the same smile her mother does at home even as her stomach rolls and her anger burns a hole through her heart.

He tries to take her no less than four separate time against various walls, each time growing more and more impatient and annoyed when Tsuna darts away. The poison is in her nails this time, and when he finally grabs her too hard she scratches him ‘on accident’ and then demands he leave her alone, she doesn’t want to be touched. She closes herself off in her room and locks the door. Her new husband pounds on it and snarls demands, but she puts her headphones on and ignores him until eventually he gives up and goes away.

This poison is far more slow-acting, and it doesn’t strike until early the next morning during breakfast. Bianchi and Reborn have taken her out to a nearby cafe for breakfast, citing ‘comfort food in these troubling times and a female shoulder to cry on’. In reality Bianchi wants to know her methods and trade tips, and Reborn pays for a tiny cake and congratulates her on finding sneaky solutions to her problems.

“I thought you’d go running off and tell Timoteo,” she confesses to her tutor. Reborn gives her a look.

“I’ve been around this business long enough to know how these things go, Tsuna. Trust me, I don’t judge you one iota for what you’re doing. But you should probably change your methods here shortly.”

She nods, having already planned to use a needle on whoever the unfortunate third soul is. They finish breakfast and head home, laughing and talking about whatever strikes their fancy, and when they arrive home its to a Timoteo that looks far older than before. “Grandfather? What’s wrong?”

He gives her a pitying look. “There’s… there’s been another death, my dear.”

She drops to her knees in shock, Bianchi by her side instantly, hooking an arm around her shoulders and murmuring comforting words as she ‘helps’ Tsunako up. Reborn’s face is shadowed, but Tsuna can see the sparkle in his eyes from her position. “What happened?” she asks in what she hopes is the right tone of voice.

Later, Reborn toasts her in the privacy of the bedroom, and Bianchi congratulates her on another job well done. This death is passed off as a choking accident, as apparently the man had been shoving as much food in his gullet as possible when the poison had kicked in. Nobody had managed to get to him in time to prevent the ‘choking’, which just made the victory all the easier.

Worry [Batsis]

Anon requested: “Hi! Could you pretty please do one where an older sister (roughly Dick’s age) tries to hide an injury sustained on patrol so as not to worry her brothers and father?″

Pairing: Batboys x Sister!Reader x Bruce Wayne

Warnings: None

Word Count: 745



A relieved smile made its way to your face as the night ended with little casualties, at least casualties sustained by your family.

You glanced at your lower stomach, grimacing when you felt blood seep into your black costume. You had been shot earlier that night from behind, and since there was no hole on the other side you could only assume the bullet was still in there. This was not new though.

Being a Wayne had its perks, like the incredible wealth and access to limitless options and pathways for your future, but it also came with a huge responsibility; the family business and the nightly activities. You never complained though. Even with the sleepless nights, the stress and enduring missions, saving the innocent and protecting the city from lowly scums was your passion and you loved it. However, there was no denying the danger that came with it.

You didn’t mind the danger, if you were completely honest. In fact, the thrill and adrenaline was quite exciting, but there was always a risk of death and you had more near-death experiences than you could count.

This wasn’t a near-death experience though, it was a simple bullet wound. It wasn’t something you hadn’t gotten before, so you decided to keep quiet, not wanting to worry the others. They were exhausted and had enough to deal with already.

“So I guess we’re done for the night?” Dick asked, yawning as the hour was late.

“We’re done.” Bruce confirmed, taking off his cowl. “Get some rest.”

“Can’t,” Tim mumbled, “I have to–”

“Come on Timmy,” you scoffed, trying not to move or sound like you were in pain, “save that for the morning.”

“You know the work’s gonna pile up.” Tim protested, “you’re just being lazy.”

You gasped. “Me? Lazy?” you grinned, “took you long enough to realize.”

Hearing this, Tim elbowed you playfully, and usually you’d laugh it off, but this time he had hit your wound, causing you to groan in pain. This got everyone’s attention.

“[F/N], are you okay?” Tim questioned, knowing a hit like that wouldn’t even faze you.

“F-Fine.” you breathed, trying not to look like you’re hurt but failing miserably.

“You don’t look fine. What’s wrong?” Jason demanded, starting towards you.

You took a step back, feeling cornered. “Really, I’m fine–” Even though you were clearly not, you truly didn’t want them to worry over something as minor as a bullet wound. Some of your brothers had died, a wound like yours was nothing in comparison.

You gasped when you felt someone lift your cape.

“She was hit.” Damian stared plainly, his tone unimpressed and rather disappointed.

“What?” Dick exclaimed, rushing to you. He then spotted the darker patch of black on your costume and touched it, his eyes widening when he saw blood. “[F/N]! You’re bleeding!”

“It’s nothing!” you insisted, trying to get away. However, your brothers had surrounded you. “Really guys?”

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Tim asked, looking at you worriedly.

“It could already be infected.” Jason scolded, “when did this happen?”

“I don’t know? Some guy came and shot me–”

“Wait, shot?” Damian exclaimed, “is the bullet still in there?!”

“Well, yes but–” Your brothers continued arguing and scolding you, causing you to become increasingly frustrated.

“That’s enough.” Bruce said loudly, stopping all the bickering, “let’s get [F/N] fixed up first. Then talk.”

Your brothers practically dragged you into the infirmary, where they began to dig up the bullet from your body. You had to admit, it hurt like a bitch but thankfully it didn’t hit anything important.

After fixing you up, your brothers began to scold you again, saying how careless and stupid you were, which was funny considering you were the oldest.

“It’s late, let [F/N] rest.” Bruce declared, ushering everyone out before they could protest. You looked at your father, expecting him to scold you as well, but instead he sighed and smiled sadly.

“You’ll only worry your brothers pulling off a stunt like that.” he stated.

“I know,” you huffed, “but I just don’t want them to baby me or be concerned about something as minor as… this.”

“Which is one of your best qualities,” Bruce said with a slight smile, “but it could also get you seriously hurt and I’m not going to lose a daughter.”

You looked down shamefully. “I-I know dad…”

“I know you do.” he kissed your forehead gently, “take it easy, [F/N].”

I was bored on my way to uni, so I decided to mull over some fake banter between Asala (the elf-blooded teenage daughter of one of my Qunari Inquisitors, Taashath Adaar) and the companions, should she tag along on missions.


Asala: So you’re like the Qunari-Qunari, are you? All right and proper?

Bull: [chuckles] Oh, I am seldom proper, kid. But yes, I follow the Qun.

Asala: You know, my Da’s not that different from you.

Bull: [grunts disapprovingly]

Asala: No, but you see: you’d think he’d be able to do anything he wants without you Bennies watching over him? Well, nah! With a face and horns like those, you can only be a merc, and nothing else! It’s like a role - only instead of the Qun, it’s assigned to you by humans, and you can never escape! You can’t be an artist, or a baker, or a tailor… Did you know that my Da is actually great at making lace? He…

Taashath: Asala!

Asala: Fine, fine… Shutting up.

Bull: [thoughtfully to himself] Bennies…


Cassandra: When I was your age, I had already spent many years training as a Seeker.

Asala: Is that why you are so uptight? Jealous that I get to have fun and you didn’t?

Cassandra: [disgusted noise] My point is that you could at least try learning to be more disciplined. Your father worries about you; it… it distracts him from his duties.

Asala: Yeah, well, so do you, but you don’t see me prattling to you about discipline, yeah?

Varric (if in party): Hah! Good retort, Braids!

Cassandra: I… I don’t know what you mean… How could I possibly…

Asala: Go discipline your cheekbones, Lady Seeker. They are too distracting.


Vivienne: If I were you, my dear, I’d spend less time around that Sera character.

Sera (if in party): She’s not a baby, yeah? She can pick whatever friends she likes, with no help from bossy bitches like you!

Vivienne: All those… unseemly pranks, races around the keep in the middle of the night - and you are picking up some of her mannerisms, too! That is quite unbecoming for the Inquisitor’s daughter.

Asala: But I swear I saw you smile when I did that thing to Cullen!

Vivienne: It was… mildly amusing, yes - but that is not my point, darling.

(If Sera is in party) Asala and Sera together: No breeches!


Asala: Hey, can I poke you for a moment?

Solas: Not in the literal sense, I hope?

Sera (if in party): Aww look, Master Egghead is still upset about the tadpoles in his mug!

Asala: No… I just thought you might look at this for me. It’s, um, a bracelet - but I can’t put it on cuz my wrists are too big, so I wear it on a chain like an amulet of sorts. It belonged to my mother.

Solas: It has… Elvhen writing on it.

Asala: Sure it does! My mother was an elf!

Sera (if in party): Eww, I knew you were part elfy, but I never figured you’d be hold-on-to-weird-junk sorta elfy!

Solas: And I suppose you want me to translate it for you? Very well. I shall examine it when we are in a quieter place.


Sera (if she was in party during the previous banter): Hey, ‘bout last time. I… I sorta take it back and all. You are all right, even with the elfy junk bits!

Taashath: You make it sound like she should be ashamed of her mother!

Sera: Whoah, don’t go all red-eyed on me!

Asala: Da, she didn’t mean anything by it.

Sera: Sure I did! I meant s'all good!

Taashath: Hmph. All the same, think before you talk next time.

Vivienne (if in party): Sometimes you are impossibly demanding, my dear.


Solas: That inscription on your mother’s bracelet - it is a prayer to Mythal. I translated the whole text and sent my notes up to your quarters.

Asala: Oh, thanks Egg… I mean Solas. After all these years, we’ll finally know what it means! Even my mother herself could only make out a couple of words. Right, Da?

Taashath: Yes. Most of the folks in Liliel’s alienage could barely read common, let alone the language of the ancient elves.

Solas: That is… Most unfortunate.

Sera (if in party): Ya know what’s unfortunate? Going this long without food! I think I’ll go shoot a ram or somethin’.


Asala: You know, Blackwall, the way you go on, I could make a sport of dangling off a cliff to see who runs faster to catch me, you or Da.

Taashath: Don’t even think about it!

Blackwall: Your safety is not a joking matter!

Asala: Ugh, why do you never loosen up around me? Is it something about my face? My voice? Me being taller than you?

Blackwall: You are the Inquisitor’s child. My first duty is to protect you.

Asala: This child is seven-bloody-teen years old, thank you very much.

Blackwall: I thought your father said you had only turned sixteen recently.

Asala: I’ll get back on that when you’re less boring.


Asala: Hey Bull, are there singers under the Qun? Or writers?

Bull: That what you wanna be, kid?

Asala: Yeah, kinda… But have you ever seen a Vashoth singer anywhere?

Bull: Can’t say I have. Unless you count drunken singing in taverns.

Asala: Do you think the Qunari Tama… things would have picked the right role for me? The role that matches what I wanna do with my life?

Taashath: Don’t put any ideas into her head, Bull!

Bull: Wasn’t going to, boss. Like I said, the Qun is not for everyone. That teenage rebellion thing your kid likes doing - probably wouldn’t end well.


Varric: These poems you write, Braids - they are pretty good.

Asala: Wow, really?

Varric: You actually make the words rhyme without making the whole thing seem like one of those grating kiddy songs.

Asala: Hah, I don’t suppose there are too many kiddy songs about gravestones and doomed lovers and such.

Taashath: About that… I could never get why you have to make all your stuff so dark!

Varric: She’s a teenager, Floofy. Writing dark poetry is part of her job description. But unlike some teenagers, she is actually good at it.


Cassandra: I… I happened to be passing by when Varric was looking at your last poem, and accidentally glanced over his shoulder.

Asala: Oh? So now you’re gonna tell me that poetry’s undisciplined too?

Cassandra: No, I just… Why did that woman’s husband have to die?

Asala: So she’d mourn him and break the reader’s heart?

Varric (if in party): Don’t bother, Braids. The Seeker only accepts happily-ever-afters.

Cassandra: That is… the most ludicrous reasoning I ever heard! Besides, she had plenty of opportunity to come to his aid in that battle! If she had flanked the enemies that he had engaged…

Asala: She isn’t based on you, you know. Because that would mean her hubby’s based on Da, and I can’t kill off my own father!

Cassandra: [disgusted noise]


Dorian: I hear you made quite a scene at the execution site.

Asala: Hah, I sure did! Shame you weren’t there to see it!

Dorian: I deemed drinking myself witless to be a far more pleasant pastime than watching your father cut off my former mentor’s head.

Taashath: Dorian, we’ve been over this.

Dorian: With you, yes. But not with the girl. She deserves a personal thank you for standing up to a certain valiant leader.

Asala: I am great at that. Years of practice.

(Some time later)

Dorian: I wonder… What exactly did you say to change his mind?

Asala: Well, Da ranted on and on about how your hooded friend turned me into a dead chunk of red lyrium in the bad future, and how hurt and angry he was. And I said, 'So now you know how he is feeling!’. And then Da made this droopy face he is making now and…

Taashath: Will you two please change the subject?

Dorian: Very well. Pray tell me, young Asala, what are your sentiments towards grapes?


Cole: Flowing, rhythmic patterns, cryptic but beautiful, how does he do it? You… You really like the way I talk?

Asala: Of course I do! It’s like you’re brimming over with poetry all the time!

Cole: I just try to sort through things I hear. It’s hard sometimes, when people are so solid and are hurting too loudly. I… may not make a lot of sense.

Asala: Hey, I don’t make a lot of sense either! We can start a club!


Blackwall: And then he said: but at least the turkey still has its tail!

Asala: Hah, finally! I knew you were not completely hopeless! What a great un-boring story!

Blackwall: It’s from my old army days.

Asala: Huh, I thought army humour would be dirtier.

Blackwall: It is. I had to censor it somewhat so your father wouldn’t kill me.

(Some time later)

Asala: What about Grey Warden humour? Is it dirty too?

Blackwall: Well… The thing is, by the time I joined the Wardens, I had lost some of my boyish penchant for amusing tales.

Asala: Too bad… Well, army humour it is, then! Do I get to hear the uncensored version when I turn eighteen?

Taashath: Asala!


(After the cutscene where Dorian tells Taashath that Felix died)

Dorian: It was you, wasn’t it?

Asala: Salt sprinkles on Josie’s chocolate? Yeah, it was me. But I only added a little!

Dorian: No, I mean that poem on Alexius’ desk. The one about the man who planted a tree and then, when it withered, remembered how he had sat in its shade? He told me about it this morning.

Asala: I have no idea what you’re talking about! Trees! Shade! I’d never write such sappy nonsense!

Dorian: You brought the man who almost destroyed the world to the verge of tears. That is quite an accomplishment, young lady - and I say that as an incredibly accomplished person myself.


Asala: So… You and Da - did you do the bnb thing or what?

Cassandra: Bnb? What manner of teenage jargon is this?

Asala: Oh, you know… Birds and bees.

Cassandra: Birds and… Oh! Oh, I see!

Taashath: Asala, leave the Lady Seeker alone!

Asala: Still Lady Seeker, huh? So I guess you didn’t do it… What’s stopping you? I mean, you have the hots for each other - it’s sooo obvious!

Taashath: Asala, stop this - or so help me, when we return to Skyhold, you’re grounded!


Cole: Woke up from a nightmare again. Demons, calling, clawing, constricting; Uldred’s eyes, bottomlessly black, suddenly not two but a dozen; Meredith bathed in crimson. And then - soft, soothing, shimmering, rainbows dancing over his bed. It had been so long since he started the morning with a smile.

Taashath: What are you talking about, Cole?

Asala: We put shards of coloured glass into the holes in Cullen’s ceiling. Now they both protect him from the rain and give off pretty light!

Taashath: Wait, have you been climbing the roof?

Cole: She didn’t fall. She didn’t die. Today is another day when she didn’t die.

Asala: Yeah… Thanks for this cheery thought, Cole.

Cole: It wasn’t me. It was your father.


Dorian: The books I ordered from Tevinter have finally arrived.

Asala: Does this mean you’ll give me a lesson tonight?

Dorian: Of course. You already have those Orlesian volumes, don’t you? Southern historians are biased against Tevinter; our historians are biased against the rest of the world… It will be educational to pit them against one another.

Asala: And fun!

Taashath: Wait, did my daughter just call learning fun?

Dorian: Why the tone of surprise? What did you try to teach her?

Taashath: How to run a merc company.

Dorian: Well, there you have it!


Asala: Um, Cassandra… If you hesitate about Da because of me - please don’t.

Cassandra: Because of you?

Asala: Yeah, like… If you worry that I’ll hate you for stealing him and replacing my mother and all.

Cassandra: Nothing could be further from my mind! Even if my relationship with the Inquisitor wasn’t strictly professional!

Asala: Well, in case it ever stops being 'strictly professional’ - I don’t even remember my mother. Da raised me alone. And I actually think it’d be good for him to have someone in his life. Take care of the stupid old fella and all.

Taashath: I heard that!


(After Taashath saves the Chargers)

Asala: Hey, Bull… Don’t look so glum! Remember that time you said the Qun isn’t for everyone? Maybe it wasn’t for you too. It just took you this long to figure out.

Bull: Hmph. And what do you suppose is for me then?

Asala: Maryden put some of my poems to music. She’ll be singing them tonight at the tavern. Krem will come, and the other Chargers. I think if you come too, you’ll understand what is for you.

Bull: Huh, I think you spend too much time round Cole. That cryptic shit is beginning to rub off.

Taashath: Bull, what did I tell you?

Bull: Oh, right, boss - don’t swear in front of the kid! Fuck, I’m sorry!


(After Revelations)

Asala: You know, it’s kinda funny.

Blackwall: What is?

Asala: I heard stories about the Grey Wardens plenty of times when I was a kid, with the Blight having recently ended and all. And when I met you, you were just like I imagined the Grey Wardens should be.

Blackwall: And now… I have disappointed you.

Asala: What? No! The Grey Wardens are gonna disappoint me from now on, if they don’t pull off all this amazing noble-warrior-atoning-for-his-past stuff!

Blackwall: You… You don’t know the whole story, do you?

Asala: I know enough to believe that you deserve sticking around with our Inquisition. And you can always tell me the uncensored version when I am eighteen, right?


Cassandra: Are you feeling better now? Have you asked Vivienne for a potion?

(If Vivienne is in party) Vivienne: She has indeed, my dear. But such things are generally not discussed in public.

(Otherwise) Asala: Sure! But do we… do we have to discuss my darkspawn week in front of everyone?

Cassandra: I just wanted to make sure you were all right.

Asala: Aww, thanks, mom.

Cassandra: You do not have to call me ’m'am’.

Asala: I wasn’t.


(After Last Resort of Good Men)

Asala: Damn, Dorian.

Dorian: Was that expletive a sign of admiration for my good looks?

Asala: I mean… My Da yells at me sometimes, and tries to punish me when I mess up… And this makes me think that he is the meanest person in the world… But it’s nothing like what you went through, is it?

Dorian: Oh, there were plenty of temper tantrums on my part too.

Asala: And for good reason! Me, I’m just a selfish teenager who wants attention - but you… You are amazing and you deserve better!

Dorian: You are not exactly worthless yourself, young lady.


(After Bring Me the Heart of Snow White)

Vivienne: Bastien’s family shall be holding a musical salon as a tribute to both himself and his wife. I would very much like it if you attended, my dear.

Asala: Whaa- ? Really?

Vivienne: If your father gives you permission, of course. You have such a wonderful singing voice; it is wasted in the courtyards and bath houses of Skyhold.

Asala: But… Won’t they be scared of me being… me? Unless you give me a mask to wear, I suppose.

Vivienne: It will be a half-face mask only; otherwise how would you sing?

Asala: Oh.

Vivienne: Being who you are ought to be a source of strength, not weakness. Always remember that, darling.

Two Sides Of A Coin // Chapter Five

Originally posted by chokaivlicious

Arranged Marriage!AU
Genre: Angst, smut, fluff, violence
Rated: M

Pairings: Kim Jongin x Reader
Summary: Born into a powerful Mafia family, your destined to take over the family business with a promised future but one innocent decision nearly destroys your future. Will you survive the trails and tribulations of life and love?
Warnings: Death, violence, blood.
Word Count: 3,826

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A/N: I do not own the gifs or pictures: credit goes to the owners

You wake up, words repeating in your head and you wonder if they were some sort of dream. You smile as you remember the blissful night before and how you spent the night in his arms in a way you never thought you would ever be, but your body craved him more. His calloused touch, his sweet, earthy scent, the glint in his eyes when he smiles, the way your heart flutters when he says your name or, hell, even looks in your direction. It doesn’t erase the pain but Jongin makes it bearable.

“I love you.” The words replay in your head and your brow creases slightly.

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Alright friends, it’s headcanon time again! This time going right for the feels.

This will go in the “Headcanon” category. If you want to take this idea and expand upon it, please do! Tag me so I can see what you create! And HERE are my other headcanons!

  • When all’s said and done, Zarkon is defeated and the universe is saved, the paladins would return home.
  • And there are questions. ESPECIALLY from the World Space Government (which I’m sure there must be?). We see in Episode 1 that humans haven’t discovered alien life yet, and they just brought back two sentient, very intelligent, human-like creatures with super advanced technology. Not to mention a successful human-galra hybrid (seemingly) without huge biological problems.
  • (And aliens have a concept of a mall? And what on Earth is ‘Quintessence’? It’s a castle and a ship?)
  • So there is a long period of time before Team Voltron is actually free to do what they want. And once they’re free, the questions start to come from within the group.
  • What’s going to happen with Coran and Allura? Where are they going to go? If anywhere? There’s no Altea to return to. Is Allura still considered the princess if she only rules over one person, who’s her caretaker? What if the universe needs Voltron again? 
  • What about Keith’s relationship with the Blade of Marmora? Would he go back to be a part of them? Would he pursue his mother?
  • Now that the Holts are back, will they complete the Kerberos Mission? Would Shiro dare go back there, considering what a traumatic experience that was? Would Pidge join them?
  • Could Lance and Hunk go back to the Garrison to actually get pilot’s licenses? Even though they’re pro lion pilots? Where does being a paladin rank in the military?  What about their families? How would they explain any of this?
  • No one really wants to think about any of that. So in the meantime, the paladins decide they should show the Alteans Earth, both in terms of natural wonders and the culture of humans. They take turns deciding where to go and make a long road trip out of it.

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Moving Business Part 4

Originally posted by qweentae

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Genre: Mafia!au

Warnings: Angst, um Violence? Taehyung swears a lot?

Summary: Part of you actually wanted to believe being around Taehyung meant you were going to be safe but after the one and only time he let you out. You slipped from his grasp but not the way you had intended.

(Credit to original owner of gif)

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When you woke up in the morning, you were met with Taehyung’s bare back sitting upright and you smiled warmly and sat up,while wrapping your arms around him causing a deep chuckle to emit from him “Well good morning to you too.” He breathed in his raspy morning voice.

You felt somewhat guilty knowing your plan to escape was falling through just because you simply loved him so much. He turned his head slightly and you smiled at his tired face but you gave him a kiss anyway and he turned his whole body and pulled your onto his lap and you giggled as you remembered when you guys would do this when you were younger.

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“Coronation” Part 13

Summary: She was the Queen of Sokovia, and he was the future king of Romania. Their relationship was full of hate towards one another, but will it change when his heart gets broken by a traitor to both of your powerful countries?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: attempted kidnapping, drowning, Bucky loses his arm

Word Count: 785

A/N: I’m back and ready to write! And I’m sorry…

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The docks were dark and empty. Wanda and Pietro had been dropped off, but with no greeting by their sister, or by anyone in the Romanian court. They were abandoned, their bags sat at their feet.

“What do we do?” Wanda asked.

“We just have to wait, dear sister.”

 The carriage had broken down. Its wheel broke after it went through a deep hole in the ground. James was now running to get to the docks. It was almost nighttime. He couldn’t let them sit out there in the dark knowing who was after them. He knew that somehow Barton would find his way to his siblings.

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Chapter Two: March 11th, 2024 2:23 PM
  • Light bounced off the silver metal of an atmospheric manipulator. A white lab, with stone walls, gave the place a pristine look. For an outsider looking in it might seem a bit hectic, but it was built for the most efficient workers. At the top of the building was a clear glass balcony with glass stairs leading to the leader’s office. At the bottom of the stairs were the work stations. Every station is in the right place for the team to work. The lab was equipped with technology to defend the planet. It was located in a secret base, with guards at every level of entry. It was the workplace of a special task force funded by the government: a very significant part of Area 51. They were hidden from the world, because if they weren’t, the world would be a very different place. They make sure that the humanity is protected from harm. When strange, alien creatures are found on Earth, this team is the first one on the scene. They are investigators of another world.
  • Neal, a gifted inventor, whose creations are the tools that keep the team fighting. Alice, a brilliant scientist, making the breakthroughs the team needs. Ella, a tech wizard, her complete understanding of how technology works helps when a new piece of alien tech appears. Reynolds, an accomplished doctor, and a man with the ability to research and care for the different aliens and humans the team comes in contact with. Grace, a fierce agent, who uses her skills for good, Finally, Eli, an excellent leader out of his time, a man whose knowledge and skills help the team uncover mysteries. Alone they are masters in their skills, but combined they become the enemies of earth’s greatest attackers.
  • The lab was silent, with only occasional low murmurs from the machines. Each one making a unique sound. Each team member had their own work station. Doctor Reynolds was busy at his. Reynolds work station was at the bottom of a small staircase. In the middle was a operation table, and three walls with different tools surrounded him, On his table was a deceased male earthling, brought in by Eli and Grace. Everyone was waiting for him to finish, so they could start working. Each member practically lived in this base. Work was all they had, and since everything was so secret, no one could be trusted to know the biggest part of their lives.
  • “Is the body analysis done?” asked Alice.
  • “You know I need my time. Performing an autopsy isn’t exactly my forte,” said Reynolds.
  • Grace overheard this exchange and decided to chime in with a little rude remark, “and what exactly is your forte?”
  • “I work with living things.”
  • “Well it's your job. You should know how to do it.”
  • Reynolds brushed this judgement off. The doctor continued to work with all eyes were on him. He grabbed his scalpel and cut down the arm. There was no blood, just a black liquid. Reynolds pulled back the sheet covering the chest of the earthling. He measured the size of the hole in the chest. He rushed as much as he could without making a mistake.
  • “Ok, done.” declared Reynolds.
  • “Took long enough,” Grace complained.
  • “Give us the diagnosis, doc,” Alice said with a smirk.
  • Reynolds started to explain the story behind the death: “The body seems to have been injected with a poison that affects a human body in a matter of hours. It seems to have turned all his veins black. The needle was inserted straight into the heart. It must have been strong. Now moving to the face.” He paused and stared at the blank canvas that should be filled with emotion. “It would appear that the face does not have extra layers of skin, covering up the faces features. The face has just somehow disappeared,” “The weird thing is that it doesn’t seem like the face has extra layers of skin. The face has just disappeared.” Reynold’s moved down the body to the his hands. “The symbol on his right hand makes me believe that maybe they mark their prey... It must have something to do with some kind of alien race. There were traces of extraterrestrial life forms at the scene and it definitely wasn’t the work of any human.” The doctor concluded.
  • “Maybe they mark them to track the victims. I can run the symbol through the database to see if anything pops up,” exclaimed Alice.
  • Eli walked to the edge of the top of the glass stairs. He was a tall man with jet black hair. His eyes told the story of his battles. Once he saw the marking on the hand he stared at Neal with fear and compassion. He had seen it before.

anonymous asked:

Could we please get junkrat getting jealous of Mercy because reader keeps going to see her. Turns out reader is going for check ups as they are now pregnant by junkrat. Reader revels to him at the end its twins.

Thanks for the request!  I love writing for Junkrat, my trash son.

Word count: 2080

Twice now you had done it.  Two times in which you told your boyfriend that you couldn’t be with him because you had to go see Dr. Zeigler.  And those were just the times you had a planned appointment, and not including the five times you were sick and gone to see her.  At first he was worried something was gravely wrong with you–because why else would you be throwing up throughout the day without giving him a reason?  No, he knew you must have just wanted to spend time with the kind doctor.

“What’cha think she’s doin’ Roadie?” he asked.  He sat hunched over a table, chin resting on the metal as he poked at a bomb with one finger.  

“Her business,” came the rumbled reply.  He was reading a book beside the smaller Junker, mask on and turning pages quickly despite his narrow field of vision.

A whine escaped between Jamison’s teeth that turned into a loud groan.  In a quick motion he flicked a match up and lit the end of the bomb’s fuse.  He laughed as he watched it burn down until Roadhog reached over, never looking away from his book, and put the fuse out with his thumb and index finger.  Another whine came from Jamison.  

“What’s going on in here?” came your voice as you walked into the room.  You were a little paler than normal, but you smiled.  Jamison eyed you, knowing you had just been to see the doctor and questioning why you were smiling.  Normally you only smiled for him like that, but lately it had been after your visits.  He let his tongue slid over his teeth, arms crossed.  

Your eyes fell from his pouting lips to the small round bomb on the table.  “Jami, you know you can’t set things off in here.  Just go to the blasting range if you want; that’s what it’s there for.”  You came around the table and gave him a kiss on the cheek, thinking his pout was because of the bomb and nothing more.  “We can go now if you want?”

He jumped at the idea, grinning wide.  Grabbing your hand he practically dragged you to the blasting range outside, scarred with black marks and holes in every corner of the concrete.  The wide area had been added in especially for Jami, after he set a few too many fires inside and even Roadhog had trouble keeping him under control during the long periods without a mission.  You noticed someone had set up a few targets, most likely Roadhog, with omnic faces painted on them.

A box of frag grenades sat on a plastic table, along with a few other various explosives.    You each fell into your usual rhythm, where you would light the match and fuse, and then he would throw the bomb out–sometimes it hit the target, sometimes it would “accidentally” go closer to the buildings.  But with you there he normally behaved, and would watch you as much as he would watch the explosions.  Today though, he didn’t feel like doing either.  Today, he wanted to do something very different.

As you flicked the match and watched the yellow flame ignite, you held it out to Jami with a smile.  As much as he loved to see your smile he gave you a pout and held up the bomb from earlier, watching it light the fuse.  You waited for him to throw it at the first target, a large omnic head painted on, but he didn’t.

“Jami?” you asked, suddenly worried.  There wasn’t much time before the fuse ran out.

“I’m not sure I feel like usin’ the targets, darl,” he said.  “Why not blow something real up for once?”

“Jami you know–”

Before you could finish your thought, let alone your sentence, Jami tossed the bomb over his shoulder.  It bounced twice before landing in a potted plant nearby, too close for your comfort.  Your hand went to your stomach instinctively as the pot exploded, showering you both with dirt and the burning leaves of whatever was in there.

When Jami heard you shout though, he realized what he was doing.  He didn’t think much about others getting hurt, not until he met you.  And while there had been some mishaps, some minor scratches and bruises from you diving for cover, nothing he’d done had ever required you to scream or worse, require a doctor.  But when he heard you cry out, and saw you duck, and pieces of the pot flew in your direction he felt as if his heart had stopped.

Jami quickly pulled you to the ground and covered your body with his, wrapping all around you.  Sharp edges of the pot sunk into his skin, some small and some not so much.  They tore into muscle, drawing blood quickly.  He barely felt it at all, his body pumped full of adrenaline as he tried his best to protect you.  When he knew the shrapnel was finished, and the world was quiet with settled dirt, he lifted back slightly to look at you.

“Oh, I’m so sorry babe,” he stated, tears springing to his eyes, “I didn’t mean that.  I’m sorry, I just don’t think.  You know me, I just can’t think sometimes.”  He swatted his head with his metal hand twice before you grabbed it.

“Jami,” you breathed, “it’s fine.  I’m fine, are you?”

“No, no, no,” he mumbled, “not fine.  Ya keep leavin’ me, I don’t like it.  Can’t think straight without you.”

Jami stood, holding his hands out for you to help you up.  Your eyes fell on the blood on his shoulder, a thick piece of clay pot sticking out of it.  You said, “We can talk about that after you go see Angela.”

Jami couldn’t stop the groan crawl out of the back of his throat.  When his nose crinkled you didn’t give him time to try and stop.  So you kept hold of him and walked him to see Angela, your legs still shaky after the explosion.  When you arrived she didn’t seem shocked to see you again.  

“Was the medicine not enough, Y/N?  Still nauseous?” she asked.

All you had to do was turn Jami around for her to understand.  He’d gone to see her plenty of times for stitches and various remedies, but he never had such a scowl on his face.  When you mentioned that you were there when it happened she immediately handed Jami off to a nurse to be patched up and attended to you.  The perks of being friends with the doctor.

Jami wanted you to stay with him, if only to keep you away from Angela.  You almost went with him until Angela insisted on a quick checkup after the scare.  

Only when the debris was taken out of his back and shoulders did he get to see you again.  But when the nurse pulled the curtain around your bed back, he wasn’t sure what he was seeing.

You lay on the bed, shirt up and tapping your fingers along the bed rail, staring at a photo in your other hand.  You appeared nervous, he thought, and your stomach shone with some kind of gel on it.

“What’s this?” he asked.  Had he really hurt you?  He felt his eyes water at the very idea of it.  Before he could start to pull at his hair and whine Angela turned to him and said, “She is fine.  Just wanted to be safe since…”  Her eyes fell on you.

“Since?” Jami prodded.  His heart nearly stopped again with those words.

“Jami,” you said slowly, “I wanted to wait a bit to tell you this…just to…make sure everything was okay.”

He moved closer to you, quickly grabbing onto your hand with his human one, and holding your arm with his other.  “You’re killin’ me here, darl.  What is it, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, I just wanted to do something with you.”  You nodded at Angela, who then placed the ultrasound probe on your belly.  Jami watched, eyes wide and eager as he tried to understand what was happening.

Soon an image flicked onto the nearby screen that Dr. Zeigler was staring at with a smile, recognizing something there.  You smiled too, but you kept your eyes on Jami.  Eventually you could both hear tiny beats, the steady pumping of a little heart.

“Ya…” he said.  His eyes focused on the black and white shape on the screen, the blurry image hard to make out.  But Jami was a smart man, and while you hadn’t thought he’d ever seen an ultrasound before you knew he would find this out on his own.  “Ya pregnant?”  He looked at you, mouth agape.  “With mine?”

You laughed and pushed the photo at him.  “Yes, with yours!”  Releasing you from his grip he stared down at the photo Angela had given you earlier that day, and then back at the screen.  The heartbeats could still be heard, and Jami seemed to stall.

“Sounds like he’s got a fast heart,” he finally said.  He kept looking between the screen and the photo.

“They’re perfectly healthy,” you replied, “both of them.”

Jami blinked at you.  “Both?”

You smiled, tears coming to your eyes partly because you weren’t sure if Jami’s reaction was a happy one, and partly because you were hearing your baby’s heartbeats for the first time.  “Yeah, twins.  I wanted to wait until you knew to hear them for the first time.”

Expression still shocked, you couldn’t read him.  Angela remained quiet.  A tear began to slide down your cheek, thinking he wasn’t happy.

“Imma be a father,” he whispered.  “Imma be someone’s daddy?”  Neither you nor Angela had anytime to say a word as he shouted, “Imma be someone’s daddy!”  He laughed loudly, nearly crushing the photo in his hands.

You let out a breath, seeing the huge smile on his face.  You added, “Two someone’s.”

“Two,” he breathed.  When he noticed the tears falling down your cheeks he leaned over and kissed you, wiping at your cheeks with his thumbs.  The kiss was long, somewhat breathtaking as you tried not to cry any more.  It must have lasted longer than you thought because you two only stopped when Angela cleared her throat.  Jami was slower to pull away.

“How far along are ya?”

“About three months,” you answered.

He looked to your stomach.  “Can’t tell at all, love.”

Dr. Zeigler handed you a cloth to wipe away the gel on your belly, and once it was gone you were about to pull your shirt down when Jami’s hand touched you gently.  His hand was hot, and a little sweaty, but he touched you as if you were glass.  You weren’t sure he had ever been so gentle with you.  His thumb stroked over your skin as he lowered himself down to eye level with your stomach.

“Two,” he whispered, “two little babies in there.”

“No more blasting range for you,” Angela said, giving you a frown.  “You will need as much rest and calm as you can get.  Twins can be complicated, you know.”  She turned her attention to Jami when you nodded.  “You need to take care of her, Jamison.”

“Absolutely, doc,” Jami replied, his hand still on your stomach.  He looked up at you.  “Whatever ya need, I got it.”  He let out a fit of giggles.  “Roadie’s gonna be so excited!”

You and Angela exchange a glance.  You said, “I’m sure he’ll be…something.”

You weren’t sure how Roadhog would feel having two little Jami’s running around, but you didn’t care; all that mattered was Jami’s own excitement.

BONUS (because it popped into my head)

“Roadie, buddy!” Jami said as you and he walked hand in hand into their workspace.  “We got news.  We’re having kids!  Two!  There are two little babies growing in Y/N!”

Roadhog looked up from his book, his expression nearly blank with the mask on but you could see his eyes widen.

“You’re having two kids?” he questioned.  The longest sentence you’d ever heard him say.  

“Yeah, twins!  Inn’it great?”

Slowly, Roadhog shut his book and set it on the table.  He stood and walked towards you both before saying, “I quit.”

Magical Creatures (George Weasley x reader)

A/N: I am so sorry if it took this long but this week had me going crazy. I start posting them during this weekend even though I need to read three books till Monday but I really hope you guys like this and I know the title doesn’t make any sense to this. //GIF not mine//

Requested by @smoothdonatello-radmichelangelo: Well hello there, how about an imagine were George feels jealous over the fact that the reader practically fangirls over Charlie whenever he’s brought up due to their avid love of magical creatures? Thank Ya kindly mi'dear

Warning: I don’t write smut and it’s not written in this BUT this is kind of leaning towards it. I don’t really know. 


Being a girlfriend to one of the biggest pranksters in Hogwarts can be fun, but it can also be a downfall. How, you ask? Well, you were standing in front of proffesor Snape, the Potions Master, and right beside you were standing your boyfriend George and his brother Fred. They were trying so hard not to laugh, but you could still feel them bouncing behind you.They were in trouble and everybody in this room knew it. The only thing that was standing between them being caught or not, was you. A simple girl, trying to be the perfect student but also the perfect girlfriend.

Snape’s eyes were observing your every move. Will you break? Will you lie to him and protect your boyfriend? Are going to get in a bad relationship with this proffesor. “So?” his voice spoke, cold and monotone

You knew this. Of course you will back up your boyfriend, you repeated and played this story a million times. “They couldn’t have done it proffesor. George was with me the whole day. Of course he always brings his brother so Fred couldn’t have done it either.” you lied, perfectly, getting every line correct.

“Do you have any proof?” he asked, not removing his black eyes from yours.

“No, I do not. But proffesor, you don’t either.” you replied trying not to show too much of your attitude.

“That is correct miss (y/l/n). But when I do find proof, I will make sure your house has the least points and you three have detention till the end of school year.” he sneered. “That will be all.” he added and waved his hand.

As soon as you walked out of the class, the twins started laughing. George gave you a kiss on the cheek and wrapped his arm around you. “You were fantastic in there mi’ dear.” said George.

“Honestly, (y/n). You could make a great actress one day.” said Fred as you all entered the portret hole.

“Well I can say goodbye to my good grades at Potions because there is no way I’ll pass now.” you said and threw your books on the table.

George sat down on the couch and opened his arms. “Come ‘ere love. ” Even though you were mad at him, you still sat on his lap and wrapped yourself in his arms. You loved his touch, his warmth… He gave you the feeling of safety and home and you loved it.

While you guys were talking of what just happened down in potions, Hermoine walked down with a letter in her hands. “There you are. Your stupid owl delivered this letter to Ron instead of you, Fred. Its from Charlie.” she said handing over the envelope and turning her heel back to her dorm.

“Charlie?” you asked, breaking free from George’s grip and sitting up.

Fred opened up the envelope and pulled out a piece of paper. “Oi George. It’s for both of us.” smiled Fred and started to read the letter.

‘Dear Fred and George,

I really didn’t expect to get a letter from you so soon but I am sure the questions you asked me, weren’t yours.

Mom sent me a jumper, as usual, with a dragon shaped in a letter C. It really isn’t much to look at but I love it anyway. It was quite odd to get a letter from the two of you. The only reason you write to me is when you want to know about some special pranking monster, which I am not going to tell you about. Mom explained everything to me about George’s new girlfriend (y/n)…’

You grabbed George’s arm at the mentioning of your name. “That’s me!” you squeaked of excitment.

‘She also told me she is interested into magical creatures and I would love to answer every single one of her questions, but I can’t in this letter or you would be facing 5 to 8 scrolls. I can’t wait to meet (y/n) in person. 

Anyways I miss you guys and I can’t wait to see you at the Triwirzard tournament. Also say hi to Ron and Ginny for me.

Love, Charlie.’

After Fred finished reading the letter he looked at you. You were just about to expload of happiness. The fact that Charlie was Dragonologist and was elected to take Care of the Magical Creatures in his third year. Third year! It was your dream to become a Dragonologist just like him. “Oh my god. He wants to meet me!” you squeaked even higher than before. “Did you know he became a prefect in his fifth year and a Seeker on the Quidditch team. I mean of course you did, you guys are his brothers but still. Imagine having to deal with Care of Magical Creatures, Prefect duties and a Seeker on a Quidditch team.” you babled without even trying to catch some breath. You got on your feet. “Oh Merlin! I have to prepare myself for the meeting. I need to ask him about Romania, basically everything. And about Norbert! Oh and Merlin he is coming to a Triwizard tournament. How will I look!?” you yelled through the whole common room and ran upstairs.

Fred chuckled at your bubbliness and looked at George. He wasn’t to happy about this. You could see how tense he was or the fact, that he was staring at the empty cup for 5 minutes straight. “Looks like you have some competition coming and the funny thing is, its your nerd of a brother.” teased Fred.

“Charles? My competition? Pff? I’m not worried. Its not like they are going to start writing each other letters or something.” said George.

God, was he wrong.


You ran down the hall towards your favorite twins. You jumped from behind, wrapping an arm around each’ s shoulder. “Bloody hell (y/n). You want to give me a heart attack.” said Fred.

 You started giggling and jumping up and down fro all of the excitment. “Whats that in your hands?” asked George, pointing to three pieces of paper in your hand.

“This!” you started waving with the papers. “Are all his answers to my questions I asked in that letter. He sent me these like right now and I wanted to tell you first. You guys have the best brother in the world. I wish I had a cool brother like you.” you said jumping up and down.

“You have me.” said Fred, wiggling his eyevrows. 

“Wait.” said George seriously. “He wrote you letters?” 

“Yeah! And I am going to write him back, like right now! I need to ask him more about Norbert. Hagrid said he wants to know how he’s holding up.” you jumped and gave George a kiss on the cheek. You than looked at Fred and noticed how tense he was. “Fred. Why are you so tense?” you asked. “Loosen up a bit.” you added before walking away.

Only you didn’t tell Fred that and it wasn’t George that you kissed. They were both red in the face, but the only difference was Fred was blushing and George was fuming. “She never mixes us up! EVER!” yelled George.

“She is just excited George.” said Fred, trying to calm down George.

“She just kissed you! This is not okay! She is blinded by her obsession with my brother!” he yelled and ran off.


You were cuddling with your boyfriend in the Common room. Even though you were excited to meet Charlie, you weren’t thinking about him now. You were exhausted with your running around Hogwarts, especially since Snape sent you to get proffesor Sprout three times on the other side of the school. Three times! George on the other hand was finally relaxed. You didn’t talk about his nerdy brother or running around the common room searching for the perfect dress to wear. He enjoyed having you in his arms and smelling your amazing parfume. “I missed you.” he whispered in your ear.

You lifted your head to meet his gorgeous brown eyes looking back down on you. “Hows that love?”

“It’s just that with all of your -”

“George! What did you do to Crookshanks?!” yelled Hermoine, holding her cat in her arms.

“I have no clue what you are talking about?” said George.

“Don’t play daft! He’s green! Green!” yelled Hermoine.

“Green.”reasured George. “I didn’t do it.” he looked at her, trying to hide his grinn.

“Yes you did!” argued Hermoine.

“You have no proof.” said George.

Hermoine glowered at George and suddenly, out of nowhere, she relaxed. She calmed down, put Crookshanks on the ground and eyed you. “Yeah. You are right. I don’t have any proof. I shouldn’t have wasted my time blaming someone who didn’t do it. I need to do my Care of Magical Creatures homework anyway.” she said calmly. After she noticed Geroge immediately tensing up, a smirk appeared on her lips. “I heard Charlie is coming to Hogwarts. Are you excited (y/n). I heard he wanted to meet you.”

You quickly got up and sat over to Hermoine. “I can’t wait to meet him. He is everything I want to be when I grow up. Being a romanian Dragonologist. It must be an amazing job to have.” you started to talk, making George slowly sit up and glower at Hermonie.

“Its not that great actually. He always comes home with a new scar.” said George, trying to force a smile.

“Yes, George but that looks hot on a boy. Right (y/n)?” continued Hermoine.

“There must be loads of stories behind those scars.” you started babbling again. “It must be from the new dragons he brings back. Do you know how brave you must be to actually stand in front of a dragon? Do you think Norbert was like that when he arrived to Romania? Being seperated from  Hagrid, who was basically his mom….”


“After Hermoine mentioned Charlie, it was like I didn’t exists. Hours of hours I tried to get her attention and it’s like I am talking to a wall.” complained George.

“Well, Georgie. I told you at the beggining you’ve got competition.” teased Fred. “I mean, maybe she’ll marry him instead of you.” he continued.

“Not helping Fred.” frowned George, stepping up his pace.

“Oh come on Georgie. Don’t pout over this. Remember when it will pass she will be all yours. Just don’t think about it too much.” said Fred.

“Thanks Fred. And I’m not thinking about it too much.” And just after they finished their conversation you appeared around the corner, filled with papers and with a big smile on your face. Merlin, did George love that smile. Your smile was everything to him. And your laugh. When he makes you laugh it’s like whole world stops for a moment and in that moment all he wants to do is be with you, hell, he even wants to marry you instantly that moment. “And what did make that beautiful smile appear on my gorgeous, geooorgeous girlfriend?” he said leaning down to kiss you. “You may notice I only said what and not who, because I am the only one who wants to make you smile like that.” he grinned.m not thinking

You were looking at your papers before looking up. “Oh. Hey love. I was just about to carry these papers to Hagrid. Something about Norbet. Charlie sent them to me, he knew I would deliver them. But I’ll see you later?” And with that you walked away.

George was furious. Not only you didn’t kiss him back but you were actually talking to his brother instead of him. For the second time! You never mix him up! And he wasn’t only fuming over you mixing him up with his brother, but he was angry at Charlie for sending you this kind of stuff. I mean he knows how much you love Magical Creatures but that was over the line. Fred noticed how his brother was getting redder and redder. “George?” he asked carefully.

“This happened the second time. Second! SHE NEVER DOES THAT! I AM GOING TO KILL CHARLIE!!” yelled George and bolted out.

“Sure you ain’t thinking about it too much.2 sighed Fred and walked after his brother.


George was in his room, scribbling down his letter to Charlie angrly. ‘I can’t believe he has more attention than me! I mean I am funny and I am good looking and he is a nerdy guy, who only cares about his dragons! He is making us drift apart. I don’t want to lose her to my own brother. Not like this, not to him!’ he thought, when he was scribbling down on the paper. Suddenly a pair of arms wrapped around his neck, making him jump instantly. He stood up from his chair and looked at the person furiously. When he saw your shocked reaction he quickly calmed down. “Blimely (y/n). Don’t sneak up on me like that? What are you even doing here?”

You stepped back and looked at him. “ You love when I do that.” you smiled. “And what do you mean what am I doing here? This is my boyfriend’s dorm.Isn’t it?” you said approaching him again. 

“Really? Well where is he, because its definetly not me.” he said, his tone growing angrier.

You felt your heart stop for a minute. “What?” you said quietly. “George?” you continued, your voice starting to shake. You couldn’t say it, but you had to know. “Do-do you want to break up with me?”

After hearing those words he immediately calmed down. He saw your expression. Your eyes weren’t happy anymore, they were on the verge of crying. Your lips were, instead of your beautiful smile, turned into a frown and slightly shaking.What has he done? “What? No, of course not!” he said coming closer to you but you backed away.

“Than tell me what’s wrong?” you asked him, feeling a bit mad.

He didn’t reply. To be honest he didn’t know how to say the right thing at this moment. You looked at his hands, which were red and covered in ink. You looked down at his table to see a terrible handwriting on a piece of paper and more than four crumbled balls of paper next to it. You looked at George and pointed to his table.

“What is this?” you asked him.

“It’s a letter.” he replied.

“I know what it is, George. Why are you writing to Charlie about me?” you asked furiously. He didn’t move a centimeter. He just stood there, looking at you and feeling guilty. You approached him step by step and when you were close enough, you cuped his chin. “ I need to know what’s happening with my boyfriend, George. I can’t do that if he doesn’t talk.” you said, your voice suddenly turning soft and caring.

He slowly ran his hands from your shoulders to your hands. He gently removed them from his cheeks and brushed his thumb on the back of your hand. He couldn’t even look at you when he spoke. He still felt angry at himself for snapping at you like that. I mean all you did was follow your dreams to be a Dragonologist and he was not even a bit supportive of that. “I just haven’t felt like your boyfriend for the past week. ”

“What do you mean?” you perplexed.

I mean you knew you were busy this week about Charlie and all, but you couldn’t have been that bad of a girlfriend this week. Could you? “ I feel like I’ve been losing you.” he said quietly, still not removing his eyes from your hands. “ And the worst part is, that it was to my nerd of a brother.”

“Who? Charlie?” you said shockingly and feet a big rock roll off your chest. You couldn’t believe what he was worried about. But now that you think about it you really were acting like a total geek for dragons and Charlie this whole week.

“Yeah. Ever since you found out about him coming here its like I don’t exist. He’s got all the attention, day after day and I just couldn’t tell you because it’s your dream to become a Dragonologist. And I….” he took a deep sigh after he realized what he has been angry about. “…I have no clue about dragons or how to get you there. And the fact that you get along with Charlie more than me, I don’t know. I felt kind of jealus.”

After hearing that, you lifted his chin and smiled. “George Weasley… You are the stupidest kind of idiot I have ever met.” His eyes quickly jumped to meet yours. “ You have been the best boyfriend any girl could ask for. You have been supporting of my dreams since day one. You have nothing to be jealous about. Jealus of Charlie? Yes, he is a great guy. But you are funnier…” a smile appeared on his lips. “Braver…” you gave him a soft kiss on the lips. You looked at him to see his smile turn into a wide grinn. “Loving…” you said runing your fingers through his gorgeous ginger hair and giving him another kiss. His eyes narrowed down a bit and his hands slowly lowering themselfs down your waist.

“What else?” he asked, kissing your neck.

“Well you are definetly sexier.” you continued. You felt his lips slowly brushing against your jaw. Merlin, his touch turned you on. You gripped his hair a bit tighter, kissing him passionately. His tounge played with yours, making the moment perfect to the mood. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he cupped your butt. Not breaking your kiss he walked over to his bed and slowly layed you on it. As he moved his lips back to your neck, down to your collarbone, Fred walked in with a bag of chips in his hand. “Oh, Merlin!” he yelled putting up his hand to block the view. George stopped only to laugh to his brother walking in on you. “Dammit George. Couldn’t wait till tomorrow, when I’m leaving with Lee to Hogsmeade.”

Both you and George laughed and sat up on the end of the bed. Fred put down his hand and started to eat his chips. “Sorry Freddie, should have put a sock on the handle.” said George.

“Yes you should have.” said Fred, putting his hand down and leaning on the door. “So…I see you fixed the Charlie problem.” he grinned and continued to eat his chips. “I mean thank god. Being George for another day is exhausting. It’s like being me, but uglier.” he teased and left the room.

You looked at George confused, ignoring Fred’s last sentance. “What does he mean, being George for another day?”

George felt a bit awkward telling you this, but you did need to know. “You…um….you kind of mixed Fred and me up on Tuesday and Thursday. ”

You couldn’t believe it. You thought he was joking. “Yeah sure. I never mix the two of you up.” you said confidently, but seeing George’s expression you felt that confidence slide away. “No?” you said shockingly. “Twice?” you asked him, if you heard him correctly and he nodded. “Oh my god.” you sighed, leaning your forehead on his chest and smelling his cologne. “I am a terrible girlfriend.” you said, feeling guilty and burriying your face into his shirt.

He chuckled, wrapped his arms around you and kissed your head “ I love you, (y/n).”

anonymous asked:

I'm sure this will be answered in canon at some point, but for now, do you have any thoughts on Haggar's deal?

I mean, that’s a pretty general topic here.

I think the main mysteries behind Haggar right now are:

  • What caused her to break with Altea the way she did?
  • Who was she before that?
  • What is she to Zarkon?
  • Why is she so abnormally, terrifyingly powerful- and is that a common thread between her and Allura?
  • What happened to her face marks- were they always like that? They’re a completely different color and shape from the rest of the Alteans, which is peculiar considering the fact that both Coran and Allura have their marks as infants would tell us it’s biological.

At this point, I have some theories, but one of the main ones is: I think that Haggar at some point saved Zarkon’s life.

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God of Destruction

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Genre: Fluff, Angst, Light Smut. 

Summary: Everything he touches breaks; except for you.

Once upon a time…

There was a witch who fell in love with the King and some say the two were deeply in love. But for the throne and for riches, the King instead married a beautiful girl, a princess of a nearby land. Angered, the witch returned years later and cursed their only son for eternity; an infant whom the town was celebrating the birth of.

She looks at the innocent child in the cradle. “For your father who was willing to give up love for the touch of gold…” She turns to the King, boring eyes into his. “This child that was born a day before the ides; everything that it lays its hands on will be withered, destroyed, turned to dust and ashes.”

The townspeople gathered around the castle hall, screech in horror. “GUARDS!” The King shouts ruthlessly, pointing to the witch. “KILL HER!”

The witch sends a fleeting smile to the King, tears in her eyes as she murmurs past parted lips.

“The only cure…is true love’s death.”

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anonymous asked:

Hi! Saw a fanart about this before sooo.. would like to request an HC where MC is also a hacker (maybe as good as God Seven), but she's not affiliated in any organization (freelance?) so didn't come up on the background check and she tells em after they started dating?? Particularly interested in Vanderwood's reaction. Lololol.

✿  ok so I admittedly got a little crazy with this request. Whoops!! we’ve been talking about the Snowden movie in class, so I’ve had vigilante hackers on the brain… 

✿  As usual, I hope you enjoy!


  • Of course he knows about  (♕ ALICE ♕)  - how could he not? Last month the image-boards blew up talking about her after she released a whole host of incriminating government documents to the public! She’s super famous!
  • How does he feel about it? Uh.. well… if…… the government is doing bad stuff…… shouldn’t people know about it? She’s like - a hacker for justice! That’s good, right?
  • Wait, why do you look so relieved?
  • wait what are you
  • what do you mean that
  • i
  • you, of course, are somewhat taken aback. the media is calling you a terrorist and yoosung thinks u are too good for him. 
  • clearly it is the other way around
  • how is this precious angel child still interested in a hacker like you? wtf? 
  • he is hyper proud and clearly does not understand the danger of being with you.
  • you are a vigilante and could get your ass black bagged
  • the Orwellian big-brother police could fuck your shit up at literally any moment
  • He doesn’t care about any of that. He’s going to protect you! This is a cause you think is important, right? 
  • You’ve always supported him in what he thinks is important. He is gonna do the same!!
  • what are you going to do when the MIB show up yoosung, throw honey buddha chips at them and run while they’re distracted??????
  • he wins u over with his sincerity tho and starts helping you out a bit.
  • He’s actually very very good at doing tedious, methodical tasks like looking through e-mails, so he basically becomes your partner in crime. You do the fun hacking and flamboyant trickery, he does the boring sorting.
  • look at you, corrupting the innocent. good job. 


  • He notices that you spend a lot of time on the computer, and at first you just coyly say, well - you’re a programmer.
  • It’s sort of true…?
  • Most of the time, your work isn’t… that bad! You’re just a - a freelancer, like… like a graphic designer or a ghostwriter! 
  • It’s - it’s nothing sketchy! It’s just sometimes on the side you…
  • …y;know, hack into government databases and dump all the dirt you find for the public to see.
  • (ok u gotta tell him)
  • He seriously thinks you’re joking at first when you finally drop that your secret identity is  (♕ ALICE ♕), the flamboyant hacker who’s stolen the public eye lately with a promise to ‘Take the world down the rabbit hole of governmental corruption’. 
  • you’re expecting that to be it. You are dangerous, your job is dangerous, and holy fuck if word got out, Zen’s career would be destroyed. 
  • honestly? you consider being the one to do it, to break up with him for his own safety. Jaehee is right. his career is more important than a relationship.
  • Zen, when he finally accepts that you are serious, is like… fuck that lmao
  • Right now??? He only has a career because of your encouragement, so there is NO WAY he is letting you deal with this on your own.
  • For awhile, you consider… dropping your job and finding something more… palatable. Something in security maybe. You know how to break into networks - you can turn that around to protecting them.
  • Zen takes you off guard by saying, in no uncertain terms, no. 
  • This is important to you. He can see how important to you it is by the long hours you work. He knows what it’s like to have people poop all over your dreams, and he is not going to do that to you.
  • You do, at the very least, use your skills to make Zen absurdly popular. He thought Seven was bad about his dubious promoting? OH LORDIE


  • jaehee breaks into nigh-hysterical laughter when you tell her
  • oh god
  • how long have you been doing this
  • how did you learn how to do this
  • how did you even get into doing this
  • she’s going to be sick
  • NOT THAT SHE’S DISGUSTED BY IT, she immediately clarifies as you start to wilt. GOD, NEVER. NEVER, NO.
  • she’s just terrified
  • She never really… possibly considered that this world could ever intersect her own, and she’s so scared for your safety.
  • You quickly clarify that you’re just a freelancer, though, uh, the fame you have under your pseudonym is,
  • um
  • well
  • you’ve
  • done some pretty big shit. h-hacking government documents, leaking e-mails… uhhhhhh….
  • the news might… call you a terrorist…? ehe.
  • After she’s calmed down, Jaehee adjusts her glasses and gets to work. looking over her shoulder, you see… travel plans…?? flight agencies..??? what???
  • Jaehee has, true to form, taken it upon herself to manage all of the logistics of your inevitable escape from South Korea. seriously this woman is p r e p a r e d.
  • you’re kind of shocked that she’s totally??? and completely willing to aid and abet a criminal and she just looks u dead in the eyes and says
  • You have no idea what I did underneath Mr. Han.
  • (tbh i’m pretty sure Jumin’s 5th anniversary present to u two is smuggling you both to Jamaica, where you can sip daiquiris on a beach and watch the fallout of your reign of terror from afar.)

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