it's just me and my arrow

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the olicity q: [16/?]

“Oliver said there’s an ARGUS plane on the other side of the island.” Felicity.

“It’ll take us all day to get there.” Diggle. “Anything could happen to Chase to set off the explosives.”

“Oliver said he wouldn’t kill him,” Felicity said, hanging on stubbornly to her optimism.

“Yeah, but that still doesn’t guarantee the explosives won’t go off,” Dinah chipped in.

“I still think we should wait for Oliver,” Quentin said. “If anything, we should look for his son.”

Samantha perked up. “I’m on board with that plan.”

Slade listened to all the chatter with half an ear as they each tried to come up with a plan. He remained silent, not because he had no opinion, but because he felt something. In his gut. Something wrong.

The short hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, his heart hammered in his chest. There was definitely something wrong, and that something wrong was coming fast.

“We have to go underground,” he shouted, silencing everyone.

They all turned as one to stare at him.

“Why?” Rene asked.

Without answering, Slade ran toward the only place he knew would be safe, not waiting for the others to follow. After a beat, he heard rapid footsteps behind him, but he kept his concentration on looking for one thing.

The entrance to an ARGUS prison block.

Slade had spent the last three years in a cell on the other side of the island, but if he knew ARGUS, he knew that they would be thorough. There was bound to be another block on this side.

“Where are you taking us?” Thea called out from behind him.

Slade didn’t answer.

“Slade!” Diggle shouted.

At last, Slade saw something metal rising out of the ground in the distance, maybe 400 metres away. His pace sped up as gooseflesh crawled up his neck.

“Run!” he shouted over his shoulder. “Run like the devil is on your heels!”

Sweat popped out on his brow as they finally reached the entrance. He wasted no time in wrenching the door open. “Get in!”

No one moved, to his everlasting frustration.

“We need to look for William!” Samantha cried.

“And the plane,” Rene added.

Slade grit his teeth and growled, “Get. In. Now.”

A grave look appeared on Diggle’s face, finally catching Slade’s bad feeling, and ushered Felicity before him. “Get in,” he repeated, and finally, they all began to move.

No sooner had Slade shut and locked the lid that the ground beneath them shook violently, throwing him off the ladder. Explosions sounded overhead, through the thick concrete. The floor shook as the shockwave reached them, but the walls held firm.

“Go deeper,” he commanded, getting up from the floor. “Through that door and down the hall, there’s a stairwell at the end. That will take us lower.”

They all turned to go, except for Felicity, who stood with her hand over her mouth and tears swimming in her eyes.

“Oliver…” she whispered.

Slade approached her slowly, getting in her field of view. “He’s gonna be all right,” he said, attempting to reassure her. “Kid’s got more than nine lives. He’s more worried about us, I’d wager.”

She blinked up at him, as if just realizing he was in front of her. After a tense moment, she nodded, and turned to follow the others.

Slade took one look back at the door above his head. “You better not make a liar out of me, kid,” he said, before following the others into the bunker.

The CW is like that toxic ex that you know you should distance yourself from because you deserve better than them and you know they’ll just disappoint you but for some reason you keep running back to them

more au ideas no one asked for
  • “you’re super short and i’m sorry but it’s really really cute whenever you try to reach that book on the top shelf here lemme help you- oh no don’t be embarrassed, your face is all red and you’re even more adorable now i am going to die” au
  • “i’m a biker and one day i was biking in your neighborhood while you just happened to be outside watering the plants and since you’re so goddamn cute i accidentally steered into a pole and now you’re giving me first aid (holy shit you’re even cuter up close)” au
    • “you’re biking through my neighborhood and you ran into a pole so now i’m really concerned and patching you up, oh my gosh you’re really hot even though you have a bloody nose” au
  • “i’m at a karaoke bar and i’m sober enough to realize that your voice singing my absolute favorite song is the most beautiful thing i’ve ever heard, and you caught me staring and winked at me oh shit” au
  • “you fell asleep on my shoulder on the plane ride and i would ask you to move but you look so comfy and adorable when you sleep. also you smell really good and the feeling of your breath on my skin is somewhat relaxing, maybe we can go out to lunch in this shitty airport when you wake up?” au
  • “you’re so perfect and i’m in love with you but i’ve never actually met you and you keep avoiding meeting up, so i called nev and max to help me figure out whether or not you’re catfishing me” au
    • “whoa it turns out you were actually just super shy and you’re even cuter in person pls kiss me in front of all these cameras” au to followup with that
  • “i’m a quiktrip worker and whenever I work a night shift, you always arrive and buy like 3 cans of redbull and you look exhausted, do you need some help? are you okay?” au
  • “you invited me to your brother’s/sister’s wedding as a plus one bc we’re hella best friends but we end up making out at the afterparty and now everyone thinks we’re fucking so uh,, u wanna go out for a drink sometime? try this whole couple thing out?” au
  • “my sister tried to set me up with her friend but little does she know that i am hella gay and i end up falling in love with her smoking hot brother, and whenever i hang at her place we always tell my sister that it’s for a date when really she’s now just trying to set me up with her brother” au
    • (this can be tweaked in any way to fit your otp :p)
  • “i’m one of those talk show stars that walks up to random people on the streets and asks them really obscure questions, and you’re really cute and camera shy and i’m sorry but it’s adorable how you stutter when you’re nervous, uh, perhaps when there aren’t so many cameras surrounding me i can buy you a drink?” au
    • “you just came up to me on the street and asked where the weirdest place i had sex was and i’m assuming it’s for one of those talk show things, but i’m really nervous because you’re really really hot in that suit holy shit” au
  • “will you stop flirting with me you just got seriously injured and i’m the EMT trying to tend to your wounds in the ambulance, i don’t give a fuck that i look cute when i’m concerned, you’re lucky you’re not dead you dipshit” au
  • “my mom/sister/dad/brother/best friend doesn’t know we’re dating but one day he/she/they walked in on us making out and started cheering oh my god this is so embarrassing i’m so sorry” au
  • “you have fire powers and i have ice powers and one day you save my ass and even though we’re supposed to be rivals, you’re actually really really cute and warm can i just stay in your arms forever bc i am perpetually cold” au
    • “you have ice powers and i have fire powers and i save your sorry ass from getting hurt/killed, okay i know we’re supposed to be rivals according to every legend ever but you’re adorable and wow you’re really cold, would you like me to warm you up?” au
  • “i’m so sorry i’ve been stowing away on your ship but i’m lonely and tired and starving with nowhere to go so please take pity on my poor soul bc you’re the sweetest pirate i have ever met and since we’re in the middle of the ocean now there’s no way you’re taking me back to land anytime soon” au
    • “i would be furious at you for stowing away on my ship if it weren’t for the fact that you look really sick and sad can i help you” au
  • “dude why did that siren take on my image to try and seduce you, is there something you wanna tell me” au
  • “I’m an elf with really bad aim so while hunting i accidentally shot you in the shoulder with an arrow i’m so sorry can i make it up to you in any way? oh shit you’re a wizard, please don’t turn me into a frog i’ll do anything you want me to” au
  • “we’re coworkers and all the other employees ship us so just for fun we all go out clubbing/to a bar but little do we know its actually a plot they set up to get us to realize our supposed love for each other. wait you’re actually a really good dancer and your laugh is so endearing and, holy shit, maybe our colleagues were right” au
  • “i catch you at the bus terminal shivering your ass off because it’s 30 degrees and for some godforsaken reason you’re wearing a short sleeve t shirt, so out of pity i lend you my hoodie and you look so surprised it’s the cutest thing i’ve ever seen, setting aside the fact that you’re a goddamn idiot, do you want to get sick?” au
    • (cont.) “you look so sad and cold that i just tell you to keep my hoodie b/c you obviously need it more than i do. a week later i see you at a coffee shop/book store/etc. and you’re wearing my hoodie which you look so fucking tiny and cute in, and you just saw me and you look super embarrassed; you offer me it back but i tell you it suits you more and we end up talking and i buy you a drink” au
  • “we’re partners in cupcake wars and i never realized how cute you look with frosting on your face until now but no distractions, we have to fucking pummel these other teams because we are the best goddamn cupcake company in the universe WE CAN DO THIS” au
  • “i’m swimming laps in a lake alone at night and i thought no one else was here but i just swam right into you and uh?? you’re not wearing a shirt and you’re hot as hell pl ease take me right here” au
  • “i took you to my family’s lakehouse and we went jetskiing which you were so adorably excited about b/c you’ve never been, and when we drove around on the water at ungodly speeds u held onto me b/c there was nothing else to hold onto” au
  • “my friends dared me to buy 20 condoms but i didn’t realize that the cute cashier would be working tonight so i avoided eye contact as i piled them onto the counter and please stop laughing so hard, oh my god it’s for a dare okay i’ve never had sex in my life and once you stopped laughing, i swear i fell in love with that sparkle in your eye as you grinned wildly at me and asked me out for a drink” au
  • “i accidentally called the wrong skype number and it turns out the person i called was you and you’re in a different time zone, so it’s 3am where you are and you just woke up and look fucking pissed but you’re cute so… let’s do this again when you’re not asleep. i’m more than willing to stay up into the dead of night to talk to you” au
  • “i’m a radio host who indirectly mentions you and flirts with you on my show but you’re so goddamn clueless, please just notice me i’m so desperate for you it’s kind of sad (see: welcome to night vale)” au
The 10 Basic Korean Vowels

Here is a worksheet covering the 10 basic Korean Vowels. You can save this and print for your own use. This includes a small explanation on how they are pronounced as well. Enjoy.

Some people think its helpful to also know the specific order in which to write the letters, I however think as long as it looks readable and neat, it doesn’t really matter what order your strokes are BUT I did also make an example sheet of that with the strokes marked and numbered in red. The direction the arrow is pointing is how you should let your pen flow, and the numbers indicate which order to draw them. Here it is.
(p.s. my handwriting is very loose and simple, please don’t mind it)



I hope this helps, just ask me if you have any questions and be sure to visit the links in my Free Sources for Learning post for more helpful tools.

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Because I have written 21,000 words and 40 pages worth of Monsters so far this week, have two previews and two bloopers.

(All the stuff in blue has been added this week.)

Officer Benny and Characterisation in Stealth

There’s a very special NPC in Thief II: The Metal Age. In the dimly-lit games room of the Truart Estate, surrounded by the discarded playing cards and abandoned dartboards of the recent party held by the Sheriff and his debaucherous toff friends, a lone drunken City Watch officer disconnectedly rambles to the barmaid on duty. His name is Officer Benny, and I love him.

“I can’t believe that s-some (hic) taffer went and spilled mead all over that rug!” he yells as you approach unseen, his model swaying unsteadily in a dramatic display of intoxication. The barmaid, clearly worn out by a harrowing work shift, sighs wearily.

“Benny… you spilled the mead on the rug,” she explains patiently. “Anyway, someone is on the way to clean it up already.”

“But you don’t understaaand!” Benny wails, now clearly, inexplicably on the verge of tears. “These (hic) taffers have no respect for such… b-beautiful things!

Around this point, it’s likely that you’ll start to tune out and skulk around in the gloom, looking for the telltale glint of loot to funnel into your pockets. Stacks of coins and rings litter the gaming tables, tempting you to sneak a hand under the hanging lamps. One of Karras’s Children—a hunchbacked steam-powered automaton with a head like a brass football —clanks around the room, mindlessly praising its creator to the heavens. It’s not much of a threat, but it’s certainly an annoying little contraption. One water arrow to the boiler grate usually does the trick.

“Benny, I think you’ve had too much to drink. Aren’t you supposed to be on duty?”

“Hah. So what if I am, huh?” he says, sounding more than a little defensive. “Anyways, I work mm-better when I’m drunk. It makes me fearless! If I see a bad guy, I’ll just point my sword at him, and saaaaaay… HEY, BAD GUY!”

You freeze, momentarily worried you’ve been spotted trying to snaffle the discarded goblet from beside the fireplace. Benny continues with his charade, utterly oblivious.

“You’re not s’posed to be here! G-go home or I’ll stick you with my sword ‘til you go ‘Ouch, I’m dead!’ Ah-hah-hah-hurgh!” He makes an indescribable sniffing, gurgling, chuckling noise, and momentarily falls silent. “See? Ain’t no one gonna be messin’ with ol’ Benny.”

“Whatever, Benny. I think you should sleep it off. No more mead for you.”

In the grand scheme of things, it’s a fairly trivial exchange: it doesn’t tie into some larger arc, it doesn’t impart any useful information about objectives or security system vulnerabilities, and neither Officer Benny nor the barmaid will ever be seen again. Benny’s emotional ping-ponging is unconvincing at best, and while his delivery certainly isn’t lacking in vigour, the only character in the room with exceptional voice acting is Garrett, the Master Thief; the one surreptitiously pocketing everyone’s gambling winnings during this exchange. And yet, Benny’s rambling accomplishes something very special. It’s the perfect, emblematic example of a quality present throughout the Thief games; one that shapes how we approach them, and in turn, the experiences they provide.

Thief II gives you a sword. Not a discreet little knife, fit for a slippery cutthroat, but a proper blade; the kind for lopping off soldiers’ limbs on a muddy, arrow-strewn embankment. It’s a silent acknowledgement that you may have to kill men, not in a surprise scuffle where you jump them from behind the bins, but in a full-on fight with multiple assailants. It’s the kind of thing you defend yourself with when things are rapidly going downhill and there’s nowhere to run; a tool for when the halls are filled with the sounds of alarm bells and clattering jackboots. In the right hands it can be quite effective, and it’s entirely possible to hack n’ slash your way through a legion of aggravated soldiers, provided they’re courteous enough to approach you in a narrow corridor or something.

Something doesn’t add up here, does it? Stealth needs reasons for you to stealth, so to speak. There have to be incentives to keep you in hiding, and those incentives usually start with some sort of punishment for being caught. You’re supposed to be outmatched and outgunned, or at the very least, have some higher-level motive for not wanting to be seen. If Garrett can accomplish his goals by going where he pleases and stabbing everyone who looks at him the wrong way, what’s stopping him, really?

Well, it’s kind of a dick thing to do, of course, but gamers have never been above murdering NPCs for slightly inconveniencing them. It’s also a flat-out fail state on many missions if you attempt them on a higher difficulty setting, but by the time you get around to them you’ve almost certainly put the idea out of your head long ago in any case. Dishonored, Thief’s darling modern protégé, would invisibly bump up the Chaos meter—a hidden metric that determines whether Corvo’s been naughty or nice—but Thief itself has no such system, and other than occasionally dropping remarks along the lines of “remember, murdering people is for poser scrublords”, does little to impress upon you the moral wrongness of your actions. A corpse is functionally identical to an unconscious body—indeed, were it not for a single line of HUD text, they’d be impossible to differentiate at all—and sure, people might be a bit more screamy if you clobber them over the head with a blade rather than a blackjack, but what does that matter if you’ve already established you’re not interested in being quiet?

No, Thief II chooses instead to work with characterisation. Who, of the people you encounter throughout its missions, are your enemies? Not the tired watchmen trudging through the halls on a cold evening; not the harmless peasants, trying to prosper in an industrial revolution even as it crushes them between its wheels; not even the Mechanist underlings, suckered into a fad cult and set to work fulfilling Karras’s insane agenda. Your foes are far away, clinking glasses in rooms full of light and music, and most of them will never meet you face-to-face. What direct quarrel do you have with the guards who patrol the game’s moody locales, besides the fact that they’re between you and your goal?

Right. They’re not your enemies, so Thief doesn’t characterise them as enemies. Engendering sympathy to discourage murdering NPCs is hardly a novel concept, but Thief’s approach stands out, primarily because it’s less about pre-emptive guilting and more about subtle humanisation. While you creep around behind their backs, guards will hum, whistle, recite passages, moan about the cold, mumble to themselves, even wonder aloud when they’re getting dinner. You’ll find guards cracking jokes, trash-talking each other’s employers, discussing financial management, complaining about the weather, worrying about being replaced by the new-fangled mechanical eyes, and a thousand other ordinary things totally unrelated to the here-and-now of their work shift. They’re not goose-stepping around shouting “boy, I sure hope nobody stabs me in the back while I’m pacing back and forth, how would my wife and three children ever survive on the streets without a loving father like me?”; they’re just… well, bored, usually. Wouldn’t it be terrible to have to cut down a person like that, just because they made the mistake of investigating some footsteps a little too closely? Thief makes you want to stay unseen, not for your own sake, but for the sake of those who might see you.

And Officer Benny? He’s the epitome of this humanisation. Not only is he drunk, chatty, skiving off work and chewing the scenery with an unprecedented level of unhinged abandon, but through his babbling, he offers an insight into his attitude. There’s no black, tarry pit of hatred boiling away somewhere in him, fuelled by some personal vendetta, waiting to bubble over in fury at the sight of a wayward miscreant; he’s just doing what he’s supposed to. Benny sees himself as the cop in the proverbial cops and robbers: a figure of authority in a simplistic world, out to stop the scoundrels and ruffians in a game where everyone mutually agrees on the rules. His inebriated cry of “HEY, BAD GUY! You’re not s’posed to be here!” is born of this position, announcing what he sees as incontestable truths, spoken more out of convention than anything else. And what’s his ultimatum? Go home, or get stabbed. Go home. Even faced with someone absolutely, undeniably in the wrong, in his morally black-and-white world, his first thought is of telling them to scarper; to leave peacefully, without accountability or interrogation. He’s not smart, or nuanced, or even—if you catch his attention—particularly true to his word, but Officer Benny’s attitude is charming in its simplistic naivety, devoid of real malice or antagonistic ideals. For that, I could no more swing my sword at him than kick a puppy, and that’s why he holds Thief II’s formula together—along with countless other watchmen, guards and Mechanists.

Thanks, Benny. I hope your hangover wasn’t too rough.

anonymous asked:

Why do you love Arrow? (I'm the same anon who asked why you watch Arrow. Hint : While I love your gif responses it's your words that always hit me so hard so give me some words please Matty)

Oh, anon. Since you specifically wanted words, here you go. This is something I’ve said before and I’ll say it till my dying day. 

I love Arrow. 

Because this show has given me so, so much, I’m not certain I’ll ever be able to express it completely.

Arrow came into my life at a point when I was at my lowest. I was emotionally messed up in every way conceivable, everything had fallen apart, all at once. I’d shut down in real life and was barely coping. It was one big depressive fest. And it was dark. So, so dark.

And then Arrow happened.

I know it sounds cheesy - all this light and dark thing, but for me it was true. I have no idea why, but one day I was watching the show and it just clicked.

And for me, it was beautiful.

It gave me Oliver Queen, who inspired me deep down to my bones, who gave me the strength and the courage to keep moving forward no matter how bad things seemed, to believe that they’ll always get better, making me the silver lines chaser I am today. He gave me the will to keep fighting and I will love him till my dying day. (And he introduced me to the salmon ladder. That in itself earns him my love).

It gave me Felicity Smoak, who told me it was okay to be awkward, that being a hero and being good did not need a mask, that being a person completely comfortable in their strengths and a good heart was more important. She made me realize that a girl should take pride in her hard work and just be who she is, no matter what.

It gave me John Diggle, who honestly speaks words of wisdom to Oliver and I’m nodding my head vigorously. He told me that no matter what ugly things you see and live through, you can rise above them and not be it. 

It made me believe in a love born true from the soul. It made me understand that family and friendships were made of heart and not blood. It made me believe in the strength of the spirit inside each and every one of us, no matter our circumstances. It told me that it doesn’t matter whether you’re a rich kid stranded on an island considered dead by the world; or if you were a soldier who’d lost his brother; or if you were a little girl abandoned by every man in your life; or if you were a pampered princess who finds out her entire life has been built on lies; or if you were a billionaire who’d lost his wife to street violence; or if you were a soldier in love with a woman who loved another man; or if you were a street kid with no family and nothing except this rage inside you that wouldn’t die; or if you were a normal man with money who’d lost his best friend and found him again, only to realize he was a liar and a murderer… it doesn’t matter what your circumstances are - what matters is how you respond to them. It’s your choice to become the villains of your own story, your choice to become the heroes. It’s on you if you want to drown the world in your pain or rise above it and make something beautiful of it. 

It’s always your choice. 

There could have been no greater villain than Oliver Queen had he made a choice. There could have been no force stopping Felicity Smoak from destroying the world at her fingers had she made a choice.

But they chose to be heroes, chose to rise above their pasts for a better future.

It’s so damn beautiful.

Over time, this gave me the courage to rise beyond mine slowly. To step into the fandom. I lurked around and stalked people mostly in the beginning (although it was never that creepy), and over time, one step at a time, I entered this crazy place and was just consumed by the sheer intensity of it.

I know these are fictional characters, but what they inspire in me is not fiction. It’s very, very real and living my life with these characters has made it so much richer.

Because it’s through this show that I’ve met so many beautiful people who make me smile every single day. It’s through this show that I’ve made friends I know are going to stay with me for a long time. It’s because of this that I can come back here on a bad day and leave with a huge grin on my face.

Because it’s this show and its characters who pushed me into finding the strength to put words on a screen. This show made me want to tell stories. It made me realize it was okay to share my thoughts and from being quiet, it’s made me evolve into someone confident enough in her thoughts to voice them. It has given me a tolerance for opinions and respect for choices, all the interactions with such varied people. 

I’ve grown more over the last few years writing these characters than I have in my entire life. The changes it’s brought in me are almost tangible.

It made me want to write and write and write and just keep on writing and sharing so many stories.

It’s given me passion.

It’s given me perspective.

It’s given me understanding.

It’s given me strength.

But most importantly, it’s given me hope.

Hope. So hard to find. So hard to hold on to. So hard to let go of.

This show has consistently given me so much hope, for me.

And no matter which direction it goes in, I will always, always love Arrow and its characters for giving me so, so much when I had absolutely nothing.  

I love Arrow, and I always will, for the person it’s made me so subtly over time.

anonymous asked:

For the Hanzo x Widowmaker thing, how about they're battling it out, each really good snipers, and it ends with them out of ammo in close quaters. Kinda like that scene from Mr. and Mrs. Smith where it just evolves into passionate sex.

I’m actually really captivated by their dynamics. Both being snipers and their parallelism of ‘killing’ a loved one. I love Widowmaker’s seemingly impish and flirty romantic style matched with Hanzo’s stoic and brooding nature. I feel like they would understand each other a lot, and be able to feel free with each other, but idk man, this ship is kind of slaying me.

Just take this away from me, doll. please.


The Hunt

Venomous Arrow. Fluff. Slight Violence.

The arrow whistles past her ear as she jerk back against the wall. Her lips set into something like a smile as she rolls to the next open doorway. Her sights already trained on his stained skin through her scope. She pulls the trigger, but he’s half way out of the window.

Pulling back into cover, she reloads her sniper, the thrill of the hunt making her eager. They’ve been attacking each other since the little Overwatch team swooped in on her assignment. Reaper is somewhere, taking care of the others. For now, the archer is hers.

The hunt is reaching its climax, and she knows this is her last clip. She’ll make it count.

Rushing back to the over doorway, she takes a leap off the edge. Grappling hook shooting out and hooking onto a building as she swoops towards a lower structure’s rooftop. An arrow pieces through the night air, cutting the rope. At the sudden free fall, she braces her legs out, catching herself before rolling safely on her designated place.

Too slow, archer.

She knows the building he’s hiding in is connected to this one. With a backward glance, she slips behind cover. Setting in place her trap that will draw the unsuspecting man soon enough.

Dropping her renewed grappling hook against the ledge, she drapes down. Feet planted firmly against the side of the wall as her body stands perpendicularly. She waits, activating her recon visor, her head turning to catch the red outlined body of the archer slipping out the doors and to the opposite side of the building she hangs from. Smart. She didn’t think he’d scale up its side, instead guessing he’d go through the building to get to the door.

She doesn’t hear the sound of his feet touch ground as he makes it to the roof. Smart and silent.

Switching her gun to assault, she allows her grapping hook to drag her up. The angle shooting her up, over the cover and right onto the surprised Hanzo Shimada. His head looking over his shoulder up at her as her feet kick into his back, sending him reeling forward as she recoils back and lands on the ground. Her ambushed didn’t faze him enough, as he hits the ground but twists his gracefully body and comes up on one knee. Letting loose an arrow that almost pieces Widowmaker’s throat if she didn’t throw herself out of the way. She comes back up, finger pulling the trigger. The shots echoing on the rooftop as he ducks behind cover. Her finger releases the trigger, knowing she just has two bullets left in her clip.

As his pale gold ribbon trails through the wind, Hanzo comes up running around the opposite side of the cover. He fires an arrow, aiming for her eye. Her eyes widen as his rash and reckless charge surprises her.

She rolls forward, the arrow nearly pressing against her hair as she dodges it. He moves to meet her head on, the one clothed arm reaching back for another arrow. She meets him with the barrel of the gun pointed at his skull, finger settled on the trigger.

Hanzo’s fingers grasp at empty air. Widowmaker’s finger presses against the cool metal of the trigger, but doesn’t move.

He realizes his helplessness with wide brown eyes, before his brow narrows. His hands coming to rest by his side. Gloved hand curled into a fist while his tattooed arrow clasp his bow against his hip.

“Why do you not shoot?” He questions, smoky voice laced with an accent. Intense gaze focused on her, and the tip of her assault rifle.

The same question plagues her mind, but now it echoes in his voice. Deep and gruff and thick. She feels something inside of her shift. Warmth pooling in the center of her cold body as her eyes flicker for one moment to the tattoo that encases his muscles.

They’ve fought before. They’ve shot bullets and arrows at each other countless times. Yet, when she fights him, she never aims to kill him. She knows he does the same, because he had a clear shot in one mission set in Ilios, and he didn’t take it.

He let her live, as she lets him.

And she doesn’t understand why she does this. Is it just because her minds finds the glowering man interesting? Finds the dragon tattoo pretty on his skin? That he’s a brother to Genji, and somehow involved with how he became a cyborg?

Is he just a puzzle for her frozen mind to figure out, or does she wish to know the man that handles the bow so artfully, yet doesn’t kill her as he should.

“I’m out of ammo.”

Lowering the gun, she lets it rest against her lower torso. Lips settling into a faint grin as her brow raises slightly. His eyes narrows at the slightest of her movements.

“And I don’t hunt recherché prey.” Her voice light but holding its edge.

His startled expression is almost enough to make her laugh, but the way he turns his head slightly, as if to hide, intrigues her further.

“Is this a game to you?” He demands, eyes darting back to her face before turning his head. On his cheeks is the faints trace of pink.

Her eyebrow twitches as she takes in his flustered behavior at her flirting. Her eyes lighting in the slightest manner as this teasing revelation.

“I don’t play games,” She saunters slowly towards him, and he steps back once before holding his ground. His gaze unsettled at her passive approach. The archer is still cautious of the spider.

Good.

She finds her head tilting slightly down at him, taking in the gray strands of hair at his temple that spike outwards. The golden ribbon that flutters across his back. She leans closer, and finds he smells of cloves and sandalwood. Rich and intense. His disconcerted gaze locked on her but his body refuses to move.

“I fight battles. Do you not know that by now, archer?” Her tone soft, alluring. Tempting him to lean closer.

“Yet,” He breathes back, brow narrow as he refocuses, “You do not fight me.”

Her brow arches, eyes brushing over the strong cheekbones his face possesses. “You’re not a battle, you’re an entire war. I’m not going to win you in just one day.”

His eyes widen at the smallest fraction, his irises a carob brown that stay pure throughout the entire eye. No overlapping shades. No spots or dots of hues. One true color that looks back at her.

Then she catches the faintest hint of blood flooding his cheeks. She admires it for one moment the color over his elegantly sculpted cheekbones. Taking it to the mind, pressing it against the inside of her skull. Hoping that she’ll be able to brand it to her memories without fear of lost.

A pushed breath slips out of his lungs. “Lacroix-san, you…” He tries again. “I’m not…”

She laughs, the sure, stoic man is fumbling under her heavy gaze. The noise rising from her chest and trickling out of her mouth. He stares at her, eyes watching her lips. She takes note of the warm spreading across her lungs.

“Am I scaring you, archer? Do you fear my favor for elegant things? Perhaps I should—”

Her words are cut off by rough lips pressed against her, eyes caught on Hanzo’s knitted brow and trembling eyelids. The slight brush of hair that traces his upper lip. Cloves and sandalwood invading her senses as beams of warms penetrate her mouth. She finds for one moment, she wants him. She wants his kiss. She wants his touch. She feels something for the interesting archer.

Then his taste is gone, and she’s still caged by his form. Unable to blink, her eyes watch him slowly lift his eyelids. Gazing upwards at her, shifting his bow in his hands. His brow drawn, but his eyes softly resting on her.

“I do not fear you,” He says, then turns. Escaping the rooftop, he leaves her stunned by his kiss.

The archer she had just barely wrapped around her finger, leaves her speechless. Cloves resting on the tip of her tongue. The hunt finished, but with him claiming victory.

Très jolis archer, she thinks.


(Très jolis — Very beautiful)

Every Cave in Skyrim
  • Some fucking bandit dude:
  • Dear diary, my name is Nordsly McStabberson and my roving gang of assholes discovered this sweet ass abandoned cave in the mountains in the middle of goddamn no where, it seems like a good place to set up base. Bertha stationed one guy with the shittiest bow and arrows we could find out at the entrance to tell passerby's 'Thats close enough' if anyone happens to be scaling the side of a mountain. Its my birthday tomorrow and we will celebrate with generic off brand nord mead and boiled creme treats. TFFN <3 Nordsly.
  • It's me again Diary. Birthday was great! Nael Pinebrooktreelover the wood elf got me 2 iron daggers and a set of baked potatoes, just what I always wanted. We've been here in this stinking freezing wet cave for a few weeks and at night I've noticed weird sounds coming from inside the walls. Like...wailing? A sort of unholy otherworldly shrieking, as if the souls of a hundred damned men are screeching in unison for freedom of their wretched rotting prisons.Clawing. Grasping. Blindly searching in the darkness to rid themselves of their curse. I dunno. No biggie. Bertha told me to stop worrying and keep digging. I am sure nothing could go wrong.
Waste Away

Pairing: Reader x Pietro Maximoff

Prompt: You and Pietro had been each others casual one night stand type pair for a while. You two would see each other some days during briefings but never talk. You would share the occasional glance and nod during the meetings or one of Tonys lavish parties, but never actually speak to each other. One night it all becomes too much to handle…for both of you.

Warnings: Language, mentions of sexual stuff, drinking, I think thats it…

Word Count: 1,650

Song: Wasted by MKTO

Originally posted by dailywandamaximoffs

You both lay on your backs staring at the ceiling. The fan rotates slowly above you two and all you can think is how it symbolizes the relationship between the two of you. The slow endless circles that you both go through. You see each other, one of you caves into the need, you have sex, one leaves. The next week, or couple days even, its back to the start again. At first you were okay with it, hell you even enjoyed it! It really did help you feel better when you felt alone. But after awhile it just made you feel empty. You would look at him and smile, and want him to pick you up and hold you, nothing more than hold you like he did sometimes after you two were spent. You wanted to lay and gaze into his eyes and talk with him. However, you knew that couldn’t happen. He didn’t feel the same. You knew it.

“Y/N? You awake over there?” Pietro jokes as he rubs his hand down his face. You nod slightly and roll to face him. He does the same and leans up on one elbow.

“What are we doing? This? Why do we keep doing this?” you ask with a slight laugh. You were testing his waters to see exactly where he stood on the situation. He nods and slightly looks down at you.

“We are being there for each other. We are allowing each other to feel better when their down, we are being friends. We keep doing it because we don’t like to see each other sad, and I mean its pretty damn good, not going to lie.” He says. He seems less convinced than he sounds. You watch him for a moment before laying back on your back and sighing.

“Don’t think about it too much alright? I’m going to head home. You what to do if you need me.” Pietro says kissing your forehead. He stands and pulls his boxers and jeans back on before he grabs his jacket and shoes. He leaves your room and shuts the door quietly. You turn your head and look at the door.

All you wanted was to be held…and you couldn’t have that.

Pietro’s P.O.V.

Walking away from her is something I hate doing, but something I’ve grown accustomed to. Don’t get me wrong it kills me every time I have to do it, but it would kill me even more if she walked away. I have no real idea of how to get this out of my system, this pain, guilt, loss? I don’t know what I’m feeling but I need it to stop, and I need it to stop now.

I walk down to my room and walk in, throwing my shoes against the base of the wall and my jacket over the couch. I slowly make my way to the cabinet above the fridge and pull down the bottle of Jack Daniels. Luckily Tony hasn’t “confiscated” this one yet. I open the top and pour a small glass. Its a long night and I only have half the bottle to get me through. Best to make it last as long as I can.

Y/N’S P.O.V.

You hold your phone in you hand and stare at the screen that shows the messages you two have sent. You have a message typed and ready to send, you just can’t seem to press that little green arrow. You lock your phone and throw it to the other side of the bed. You want to talk to him, you want to stop this feeling, you want to come to terms with how you feel for him, and you can’t do that without telling him…in person. Standing from the bed, you slip on a blue pair of pajama shorts and a white tank top that you had shed earlier that night. You slip on a pair of socks and walk out into the hallway. You walk to the end of the hallway to pietros room and knock slightly.

“Hey, Pietro you in there? I need to talk to you.” You say quietly. After a couple more knocks he opens the door and rubs his cheek before shaking his head slightly.

“Hey, what’s up? It’s only been like an hour, you want to go again?” he asks with a laugh. Your face stays straight and he stops laughing.

“Come in.” he says stepping aside. You walk in and wait for him to close the door. The room smells of whiskey, heavily. You glance to the table and see the now empty bottle you knew was at least half full when you were here last. You then look to Pietro and see that his eyes are glossed over and they are slightly red. He was drunk, for sure, but had he been….crying?

“Look we can’t keep doing this…I-I can’t, I can’t keep this up piet. It takes so much out of me every time you leave, and don’t get me wrong I LOVE what happens behind my bedroom door, I do, but it hurts too much when its over. When you leave I go right back to how I was before you came, hell I feel worse. I just can’t keep putting myself through it.” You say. You begin biting the inside of you cheek to keep yourself from crying.

Pietro has his eyes trained on your face but says nothing. He glances to the half full glass in his hands and then downs the remaining bit of whiskey. He drops the glass on the table and you’re surprised it doesn’t shatter. He pulls a chair in front of you and sits so that he is closer to face level.

“Please understand that when I say this, it is nothing against you. Y/N, we can’t be anything more than what we are now, no matter how bad either one of us wants to be…we can’t. Do you think I enjoy having to leave you behind every other night? After what we do? The way I feel after it? The love I have for watching you slowly fall asleep in my arms when I do stay for the remainder of the night? No, I can’t stand it. But I know that something will go wrong if I get closer to you than I already am…I’ve never been able to make a relationship go right, there are so many times I’ve been with someone who just wants me as a way to relieve their sexual needs and its terrible, but I didn’t mind because they weren’t anything to me. I didn’t care what they did afterwords because I didn’t care enough about them. Doing this with you has shown me that there is always that one that comes along and changes everything. I lay in bed at night and think about all the things we could have if we were more, but I also know that I could mess it all up, so easily…and I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if we were something real, and we wasted away just like my past relationships.” He says. His eyes glance to the floor and he shakes his head. He looks up to the bottle and groans when he realizes its empty. You place your hand on his knee and he looks to you.

“You don’t know what will happen until you try. You can never be the sole reason a relationship doesn’t work, because a relationship is between two people. I want to try this with you. I want us to be more than just the casual fuck okay? Every time you walk out my door, it feels like my hearts getting ripped out of chest. I want you to be able to come over and we just do normal things, watch movies, eat dinner, cuddle for God’s sake I don’t care! I just want it to be US instead of whatever we are now…I want us to always have love rather than only make love. Thats all I’m asking.” You say. The inside of cheek tastes of blood and tears slowly fall down your face. Your vulnerabitly showed through and now all you wanted to do was hide away from everyone and everything. Pietro gazed into your eyes and looked back to floor. This wasn’t going anywhere.

“I’m going to go.” You say softly. You quickly stand and walk to the door. You get it open just slightly before you feel the rush of his past you slamming the door shut and his eyes look into yours again.

“You’re not going anywhere Y/N.” He says. His hands cup your cheeks and his lips press against yours softly. This was the softest they had ever been against yours and you smiled into the feeling of it. He breaks apart from you and places his forehead on yours. Your eyes flutter closed and then open again.

“You have no idea how badly I want all of that with you darling. I want it and we are going to make it work. No more nights of me leaving, no more nights of three a.m. phone calls, more nights of sex, definitely more of those,” he says. You both laugh slightly. “But those nights will always end with both of us together, until morning. We are going to try this, and I’m going to do everything I can to make sure it works for as long as I can. I promise babe.”

“WE will make it work, both of us. Now please kiss me again damn it.” You say. He laughs and pushes his lips against yours more forcefully this time. With this, you know he was fully prepared to keep every part of his promise, and you knew it would work.

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Again thank you to @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x for her help on this and on so much stuff, YOU ARE GR8

jim, holding a valentine that says “i would like you to "bang” me" with a very neat drawing of spock, arrows pointing to his bangs: i uh. appreciate the sentiment spock but do you. uhm. know what this means

spock, blushing: uhura said it was a romantic proposition, though by her laughter perhaps i should have a exercised a bit more….. hesitancy in the usage of the pun

jim, grinning and holding out his arms: no baby its brilliant and i love you so much, come here

Always You- Kili (Part Two)

Pairing: Kili/OC

Prompt: sango-hentaitenshi asked:
Can I request a Kili x Reader where Kili thinks she’s into Fili and it takes someone pointing it out to him that it’s KILI the reader is really crazy for? Bonus points if Fili knows this and uses it to wind Kili up and flirts hella hard with Reader. Thank you!

A/N: Here’s the next part! :) I took this scene from the movie, which I don’t normally do but I absolutely loved this part in the film and saw some potential. And guess what…there’s going to be a part three! Haha because we all know I can’t write anything short ever. Enjoy!

Part One Part Three


Warg riders.

I gritted my teeth against the sound of their shrieks, huge paws thundering across the ground as they hunted us. My mouth felt dry, like cotton or sand. Fear coursed through me, chilling my blood. Trolls were one thing, but orcs were another completely. I would have rather faced three more hungry trolls than a pack of warg riders, and I knew by the faces the dwarves around me that I wasn’t the only one.

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notsosilentprincess  asked:

ZELDA AND LINK GO TO GERUDO TOWN

It started as a simple plan.

Zelda was to go into Gerudo Town alone and meet with Riju on some personal matters and meet Link in the tent right outside the town walls so she could give him the peace of mind that she was safe. She had taken longer than expected, and hadn’t been able to get to Link in hours. ‘Poor Link’ she thought ‘I hope he isn’t freaking out’. She stepped out of Riju’s palace and saw something that almost made her choke with laughter.

Zelda was staring at a “vai” that sure looked like Link. She stifled a laugh, and strode up to the “woman” who was trying their best to look inconspicuous near the town square.

“Well hello there! I don’t think I’ve met you” her voice mischievous and eyebrows raised “I love your outfit. Might I ask where you got it?” Link froze up, he’d been discovered by his princess but no one else was the wiser, and he wasn’t about to be kicked out. He decided that two could play this game and answered in a weirdly high pitched voice “I got it in Kara Kara Bazaar.”

Zelda nearly lost it when she heard Link speak, oh how dedicated he was to the act! Both of them were hyper aware of the surrounding Gerudo and women in the market square, and Zelda quickly took Link’s hand and ran toward a secluded spot.

“What in HYLIAS NAME are you WEARING Link?” she whispered loudly.

“What you’ve never seen this garb before? I thought this was normal for girls to wear” his voice full of laughter.

Zelda shook her head and smiled. Her knight really did not know any bounds when it came to safety.

“Well” she said “I’m going to hit the market before we leave, will you accompany me miss knight?”

“Just don’t make me talk okay the voice is embarrassing.”

They walked around Gerudo Town and bought supplies for home and future trips, and Link impulse bought all of the arrows that were available.

Safe to say this trip to Gerudo Town was one of their best, and most definitely not their last.

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anonymous asked:

I just wanted to say that I'm glad you're so firm and solid about your rules? Like I'm very wishwashy and apologize too much for stuff I really shouldn't apologize for, and I see a lot of blogs end up bending their rules cause they don't wanna be seen as rude dudes. And you're just over here like a swag lord and just inspire me to stand up for myself more and not be a weak turd monkey. I feel empowered when I see your arts and posts and it's just cool :) so thanks for being awesome! Xx

I used to be like you. Until i took an arrow to my “i dont give a fuck” knee :D.

NOW IM FUCKIN LIVID