it's just the one killer actually

Just so everyone is perfectly clear:

  • serial killer = killed two or more people, all at separate events/times
  • mass murderer = killed a large number of people (usually 4+) in one event
  • spree killer = killed two or more people in a short time at multiple locations

Because not everybody knows the actual definitions of these terms, and at times I see people misusing them, and I just want the proper information to be known.

AoEx Boys Helping Their S/O with Painful Cramps: 

(Requested by @thiscityneedsyounow! I hope these are okay! And I hope you feel better soon sweetie!! ) 

Rin Okumura! 

  • he’s at a loss
  • totally caught off guard
  • and a little scared ?
  • he knows that girls get cramps on their periods…but…he doesn’t KNOW
  • you’d have to walk him through it - but he’d do whatever you ask 
  • You want chocolate? Sure - he’ll go get it. 
  • A heating pad? Definitely. No problem. 
  • You want him to rub your back? No big deal. 
  • Need more pads/tampons or pain killers? Just tell him which ones to get and he’ll get it. 
  • (he’ll text you pics of the different ones at the store until he finally has the right one)
  • also he’s always down for cuddling so if you just need affection - he’s THERE 
  • he’ll wrap his tail around your waist and nuzzle against you and its so cute and warm and lovey dovey  

Yukio Okumura! 

  • he’s a 
  • he KNOWS what to do 
  • he’s already got everything you need 
  • likes giving you little facts about this or that revolving around a period 
  • “Did you know that chocolate actually helps ease period cramps because-” 
  • “Yukio - stop. Please don’t talk about it.” 
  • “Well, okay Y/N. But there’s no reason to be ashamed or embarrassed of it - its totally normal and - “
  • “YUKIO”

Ryuji ‘Bon’ Suguro! 

  • oh geez
  • big gorilla lookin muthafucka buyin pads/tampons at the convenience store with THAT expression ^ 
  • he doesn’t honestly have a problem with it 
  • but he has to keep up appearances - you know?
  • constantly worries about you though 
  • if you’d let him he’d wrap his arms around you - his hand lightly holding the heating pad/hot water bottle in place against your abdomen 
  • presses soft kisses to your shoulder comfortingly 
  • stays quiet usually but if you just want to hear his voice he’d recite sutra 

Konekomaru Miwa!

  • bless his sweet little ol heart 
  • he’s not prepared in the slightest 
  • feels useless cause he doesn’t know how to help 
  • probably prays about it when your napping or whatever 
  • is willing to run around and do whatever you say so that he can be of use 
  • its sweet
  • he’s kinda like a puppy 

Shima Renzou! 

  • he ALREADY KNEW when this day would come
  • he’d noticed your habits in class and stuff before ya’ll had become a thing 
  • and could pinpoint approximately when you would start 
  • its kinda creepy Renzou 
  • but he always offered you a water bottle and he always knew when you wanted chocolates and he always kept a supply of pain relievers in his bag when he knew this day was approaching 
  • now that ya’ll are a thing - he’s still the same 
  • he’s still ready for it and he spoils you days in advance 
  • bringing you your fave flowers or a teddy bear and something chocolate 
  • when the cramps happen - it shocks him that they’re so bad 
  • but he stays chill and rubs your back and does whatever you need him to 

None of them ever say anything if there’s blood on sheets/blankets/clothes/towels. They just let it be. They might text their mothers (or girls they know, ex: Shura) and ask how to remove the stains - and if they can’t they might just throw out whatever it is and get a new one (unless its something important to either of you - in which case they just don’t speak about it and eventually they don’t even notice it anymore to be qh). 

little psychotic things

-ripping up your skin trying to get the bugs out

-heartbreaking hallucinations

-my best friend is staring at me smiling and they wont talk to me or move PLEASE MOVE PLEASE SAY SOMETHING OH GOD

-somethings behind me help

-constantly feeling like you’re being chased

-I Have Started Laughing And I Can’t Seem To Stop

-you thought you just had a lot of imaginary friends but they turn out to be advanced visual and auditory hallucinations

-when theyre tellin you to kill your friends and your just damn man im trying o take a nap chill

-resist the urge to rip out the strangers hair. its made of worms but you must resist

-thinking you did the thing you were supposed to do but actually youve been sitting motionless for a long time and you are now too exhausted to actually do the thing

-why does everyone have really big shoulders?

-sir your eye is changing color please look away

-Everyone Is Staring At Me I Must Run

-hearing the same god damn song all day but no ones playing it its just an auditory hallucination


-all these damn movies relying on the psycho killer trope ://


-There’s bark in my hair. My hair is full of bark

-being sexualized by the media???? what

-that one person you saw the other day had monster feet but shh its a secret

-this paper is breathing the trees not dead

The Signs as Horror Clichés

Originally posted by dark-recesses-of-the-soul

Aries: When the car doesn’t start and the character mutters “come on, come on”

Taurus: When the chaser is approaching really slowly but the person running away trips so much that he catches up

Gemini: “Let’s split up”

Cancer: *jump scare* *its just a cat* “Oh, hey kitty… you scared me” *hears another sound*

Leo: Screaming “WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME??”

Virgo: The one that is made fun of for taking the ouija board seriously

Libra: *hears a noise* “Hello??? Who is this???”

Scorpio: When a ball comes rolling out of a dark corner but it wasn’t the child/animal who was playing with it

Sagittarius: *hears a sound* “Ha-ha, very funny, Bobby! I know it’s you!” *is actually the killer*

Capricorn: "I never told anyone… but.. I hear them too..”

Aquarius: The one takes out a voice recorder and says “can you hear us? what’s your name?”

Pisces: "It’s a message… the ghost is trying to help us!”


Requested: OMG I’m just COMPLETELY in love with your writing!! ❤ Can you do please an imagine something like ‘Short’ but instead of this y/n is rather tall (kinda 5'8), his fans & paps are joking, but Shawn is definitely in love with it 😍

Your name: submit What is this?


“So you brought your beautiful girlfriend y/n with you tonight.” The woman tells Shawn, as you’re watching the interview unfold from your spot safely hidden behind the camera. He nods enthusiastically, glancing over to you and meeting your eyes for a moment before turning his attention back to the interviewer as she continues to speak. “She looks absolutely stunning in that blue dress,” She compliments.

“She does.” Shawn agrees enthusiastically, grinning even wider.

The interviewer continues, “This is one of the first times you’ve brought her along with you to an event, and I can’t help but notice all the talk tonight about how tall she is.”

“Yeah, the timing worked out for her to come tonight, and I love having her by my side.” He says, to the interviewer before making eye-contact with you. Even after dating him for almost three months, he still makes your heart beat fast and butterflies appear in your stomach. 

“I was actually surprised at how much people have been talking about her height . And she is wearing some killer heels, so she is even closer to my height tonight, but yeah I guess it’s just one of the many things I love about her, so I’m definitely not complaining about anything.” 

anonymous asked:

Morrowind is a twist on the​ standard chosen one stuff as the outlander researches the prophecy and then does what it says because it's a good​ idea and also will win the influential folks towards his side. On the other hand, he survives the corpus infection when he clearly shouldn't've. What's actually going on?

Yet you’re not the first to have corprus’ cure work on you, Yagrum’s proof of that.

That’s the twist: Are you some lucky bastard that happens to meet all the requirements, or doth in your soul lay the essence of a killer mer mohawk? Ultimately it’s not just up to you, but it’s also irrelevant. You’re the Nerevarine by prophecy or by skill, and you’re gonna beat Dagoth Ur to death with a lockpick after eating fifteen pounds of ebony because gosh dammit, that’s just what Nerevar himself would do. 

Mark Stoermer

There’s a little band you all might have heard of called The Killers. You know, Mr. Brightside, When You Were Young, and all that. You think of chill synth riffs and awesome guitars, accompanied by Brandon Flowers’ wonderful voice and stage presence. But what you guys are missing is the bass of the lovely and talented Mark Stoermer. As a bass player, I’ve heard all kinds of bass lines. For example, I’m a huge Weezer fan. Weezer’s three bassists (Matt Sharp, Mikey Welsh, and Scott Shriner) have all been very good bassists, but Weezer’s bass lines are rather simple, and so the bassist is often forgotten about. And it’s because a lot of bands stick to simple bass lines that bass guitar is often seen as Walgreens Guitar Player. Unless you’re playing in a prog rock band, this notion isn’t going away any time soon, either. So it’s bassists who learn to have fun within those constraints that are the ones that catch my eye. I’ve been listening to The Killers for about two years, and Stoermer’s bass work surprises me every time. Go listen to Mr. Brightside, and marvel at how Mark’s little doodles right before the chorus add so much character to the song. Or in Jenny Was a Friend of Mine and Somebody Told Me, hear how Mark’s sick bass riff or his crazy, all-over-the-place line in the chorus brings out an edge to the respective song. Actually, just go listen to Hot Fuss in its entirety. Anyway, I’m mostly writing this in appreciation of Mark, as he quit touring with the band recently. He’s in the process of making a solo album (again), supposedly, and I can’t wait.

Originally posted by monstrofolio

Working for the Riddler be like:
  • Guy one: So I heard you work for the Riddler. What does he have you do?
  • Guy two: Riddler? Oh, I just build things.
  • Guy one: Build things? Like... deathtraps?
  • Guy two: Oh no. No, I just built him a cabinet, actually.
  • Guy one: A cabinet?
  • Guy two: Yeah, he designed it himself. Pretty good design if you ask me. Blueprints were really clean too. He'd've made one hell of an engineer.
  • Guy one: Is it a... killer cabinet?
  • Guy two: No, it's just a regular cabinet. He said he needed somewhere to store his fine china.
  • Guy one: The Riddler has a collection of fine china?
  • Guy two: He has a lot of collections. He's got a killer one of those faberge eggs. They're really nice, he showed me some of them.
  • Guy one: Really?
  • Guy two: He's not that hard to work for. He's very particular and demanding but... it's not that different from any other boss who wants your best out of you. Anyone who takes pride in their work won't have a problem with him. He pays well too. Not the henchmen-style guys, they're a dime a dozen and they're paid that way. But skilled labour, especially after you prove you can give him high quality work? Yeah, better than any legal boss I've ever had. He's a bit more condescending than any of my other bosses and you do NOT want him yelling at you, but otherwise? Best gig in town.
  • Guy one: ... is he hiring?
Life is Fluff: Everyday Heroes

Art by iminchains

Chasefield Fluff in the AU where Max turns in her photo.

“Now, I know this isn’t how any of you wanted to win or participate in this contest. You may feel that an opportunity was taken from you among the struggles our campus has undergone this week. But I just want to thank each and every one of you for participating in the Everyday Heroes contest, for representing yourselves as well as Blackwell Academy. It is with great pride that I see how you have continued your academic pursuits while supporting one another through turmoil. As the principal of this school, I would like to say that you are all every day heroes, and you all show a potential that fills me with pride for this school and its students.”

Principal Wells was not many extraordinary things. He was not a great administrator. He had not been a great husband in either of his two marriages. He was not a particularly great man. But he was quite a decent speaker, for though the class of eight photography students knew this was a pre-designed speech for the school and city newspaper, many of them did stand up straighter to hear his acceptance and appreciation, his eyes bouncing around to settle on each and every one of them for a brief moment, never letting them wander onto Juliet’s camera or the journalist on the other side of the room from her.

“But now, I think it’s time to announce the winner of this contest. I hope we can all accept this personal victory as a communal one as we send the winner to San Francisco this Friday.” Principal Wells took an additional moment to look at everyone briefly one last time. “The winner of the Everydays Heroes Contest for Blackwell Academy is Maxine Caulfield. Congratulations, Max.”

Max’s eyes widened in shock, and the applause began before she even had the chance to take a step forward. On the other side of the arc of students was Victoria, and Max saw her lips purse into a fine line as she followed Daniel and Kate’s lead and began to clap. Then, she stumbled forward, removing her hands from the pockets of her hoodie, and found Principal Wells’s hand outstretched. She fit her tiny hand in his for a brief moment, and he guided her to turn towards the cameras to smile for a moment as they shook. 
Michelle Grant took a few steps forward, and offered Max a rectangular frame wrapped in loose brown gift paper, which she gingerly accepted. She peeled off the paper, taking sure to dispose of it by handing it over to Wells, who dropped it onto Jefferson’s former desk before the two both held the frame, revealing the print of Max’s photo to everyone.

More camera flashes, and more applause. And Principal Wells was speaking more, something about Max, or the contest, or something, but now it was Max’s eyes that flickered around the room, watching everyone’s expressions.
Kate practically cheering.
Hayden just sort of grinning, clearly not very invested.
Taylor clapping loudly, then quieter when she realized Victoria probably wouldn’t want her to be too excited.
Stella clapping regularly, and being one of the first to cut off.
Alyssa smiling like she rarely smiled the whole while.
Victoria’s lips slowly curling into a bit of a smirk the longer the clap continued, but clapping as long as anyone but Kate.
Juliet pausing from taking shots to give Max a thumbs up.
Daniel clapping slow, as if he were uninterested, but still smiling supportively the whole time.

Principal Wells was done speaking, and handing off Max’s photo print entirely to her. “Thank you so much, Principal Wells,” she said, and bowed a little, not wanting to hold the photo with just a single hand, and held it out to be clearly viewed a moment longer before stepping back into the crowd of her peers.

In the minutes that followed, virtually everyone in the room stopped by to talk to Max individually - not so much about her photo, but about going to San Francisco. Yes, I was am so excited! No, really, I thought you were going to win, I loved your piece Taylor - and fellow tardy assignment doers, right? Oh lord, Kate, no, I couldn’t do any of this without you, you’re an actual hero.

But there was one person who stood near the corner of the desk closest to the door, leaning on it and watching this little procession while talking to Wells, or Juliet, or whoever was close, shooting Max direct looks and smirks when she could. Victoria, of course. They weren’t threatening, exactly, but they made Max a little uneasy. At least … well, they made her nervous. But she was too flushed with victory to let it get to her.
When Victoria finally turned to leave, alone even, that made Max especially nervous, and she broke away from her friends with a, “I’ll be right back, I just wanna talk to Victoria for a sec.”

She saw Victoria several steps down the empty hallway, and hurried after her, calling, “Hey, Victoria, wait.”
Victoria turned aroundfolding her arms over her chest, face already stuck in its smirk. “Oh, hey there Max,” she said with no hint of actual surprise. “Congratulations on your win, though I’ll still contest that it has more to do with your whole involvement in taking down a serial killer than your photography, but I suppose if you hadn’t, I might have won and been going to California with a serial killer, so I guess I’m all right with you getting this one.”

Max just chuckled, aware of this rumor, though pretty sure there was no substance to it. “I don’t think they were influenced by school rumors - at least, I hope not. I just, um. I wanted to see how you were doing. I know this could have been a big break for you, and we both know you really deserve one.”

Now Victoria’s hands fell to her hips instead. “Oh, well, how considerate of you, Max Caulfield. But my work will be in a gallery without school sponsorship soon enough, don’t you worry about that. In fact, I need to go check on a possible deal via e-mail, if you’ll excuse me,” she replied, turning to stride away.

Max made a quick step, reaching up to grab Victoria’s shoulder a little, not sure how to properly communicate what she was doing, but it was enough to get Victoria to turn around, really confused and a little unnerved.
“I really like you,” Max blurted out.
Victoria blinked. Many, many times, her head shaking minutely as she tried to process what she’d just heard. So she tried to clarify aloud, “Um, what?”
Max froze, realizing how fucked she was. So she just went with it all the way. “I. Uh. I think your photography captures an artistic rendering of yourself through its symbolic self-projection. I look at your subjects and I think they are beautiful, not just because they are, but because you captured them in a way that reflects your own beauty and vulnerability. You are strong and smart and really goddamn funny, even when you’re kind of being mean. And when you’re not being mean, or just playing at being nice, I think you are wondrous, and I really like you.”

Victoria took a long, quiet moment to process, to collect herself, just to find words. But when they came out, they were almost scripted, or rehearsed in some way. “When I look at your photos, I know, though maybe half of them actually feature you, that they’re largely meditations on adolescence, and chaos, and all sorts of pretentious bullshit you pretend you don’t subscribe to. But you capture them as if they are not the focus at all, like you’re ironically pointing out one’s vanity and self-centeredness amidst something so confusing and powerful, like you are the fool, or the vanity, but you’re actually the wise man. And I think that is unique. I think you have a gift. And I admire you. And I’m so glad that you choose yourself as a subject, because I think you’re beautiful, and I like that you give me an excuse to look at you and get to know you all at the same time, because if I looked at you half as much as I’ve looked at your photos, you’d know how I felt about you.”

Max was crimson by this point, so confused on how to express anything more that she began to go further and further off script. Not just her verbal script, but her total script for behavior. She offered out her hand, palm upward, and looked up at Victoria’s lips for a moment before nervously looking away from even that closeness.
She was amazed when Victoria’s hand settled over hers, her wide, warm fingers over Max’s wrist.
“So, do you want to tell me how you feel now?”
Victoria nodded, the word small between her lips, “Yeah.”
And she took that step still between them, and bringing a hand behind Max’s neck, and pressed her lips to Max’s. Max’s hand turned so her own fingers could lace with Victoria’s, and she stood on her toes to make kissing Victoria easier, her other hand reaching up into Victoria’s hair.

So, understandably, Max was a little stunned when Victoria pushed her back a little, taking a moment to understand that this was playful. But Victoria was grinning. “I feel like I really fucking like you, Max Caulfield, and like you should find some showy way to ask me out again so I can make out with you some more.”

Victoria turned and started down the hall.
Max sputtered, “I could turn back time, kiss you right in front of Jefferson, take a picture of it, and turn THAT in for the contest.”
Victoria actually laughed out loud as she went. “Now that would have been cool. Call me when everyone’s done praising you, and we can talk more about how much you like me.”
Max cupped her hands together to form a megaphone: “MY BODY IS READY!”
Victoria just kept laughing.

rbbxmas  asked:


bia do u even know me 

cal recs that i would 1092351/10 recommend:

  1. dangerous love / part two by @cliffordintoxication
  2. the rugby player by @swooncalumswoon
  3. keeping promises by @vaporofficial
  4. back to you by @daywaves
  5. jungle boy (but read the whole thing. its great) by @whatsupbands
    1. part 3 / part 6 (smut)

ashton recs that i occasionally masturbate too was that weird idk its me come on now:

  1. all night long (THIS ONE WAS SO FUCKIGN GOOD PLES) by @fletccher
  2. 20 questions (THIS ONE WAS ALSOSIDJFOASDJFOA) by @cliiffconda
  3. sex lessons by @bananashemmo
  4. we go way back / part two by @vaporofficial
  5. undisclosed desires by @bananashemmo

michael recs that are just aaaaughasdlkjfaosdijfaosdf:

  1. trained to fuck  by @bettsyveloso
  2. high school reunion by @bananashemmo

*** i dont have many mikey recs im sad:((((( most of the michael smut i come across actually deal with the reader having blonde hair so thats why i just kind of skip:(

luke recs that make me wish he wasn’t dating arzaylea so he can dick me down:

  1. make love to a killer is a rlly good series pls read by @lukeatmeashton        part 4 / part 6 (smut)
  2. spoiled little girl (this upcoming series is soooogood) by @dadhatcalum
  3. temporary fix (this series is also reallygood like uGH) by @malumshighlight
  4. rough sex with your tutor (my first tumblr smut lol) by @lukehemmings-imagines
  5. the math teacher by @bananashemmo
    1. theres like some smut somewhere in there but the entire series is great i 1309138490512835901/10 would recommend 

pinna-colada-kisses  asked:

I like how everyone thinks Mona can't be AD because the writers are putting it out there and making it so obvious. Then we get to the finale and it's actually Mona. That will really shock me

If Mona isn’t Charlotte’s killer, then I might take the MonA theories more seriously in the week leading up to the finale. Right now I just feel like all shade being thrown on Mona is because she’s Charlotte’s killer. If she isn’t, and all her shadiness still isn’t explained next week, then I’ll be considering her as AD. Because I swear Charlie Craig said that “in episode 18 we’ll have a solid theory of who AD is and this time, it’s not one of those moments where we lead you down a completely wrong path, it’s somewhat right” or something like that.

An Assassin’s Affection 1

More like between a prologue and introduction. Sorry if you fall asleep.

“your thoughts kill you, don’t they?”

[Nessian AU]

In the dark, the shape of a black-clad woman moved with years of elegance and unspoken grace as she skimmed the edge of the building. She quickly slung the leather bag off her shoulders, yanking the familiar cold metal of the Venom Tactical Taipan onto the rooftops. Setting the attached visor over her forehead, she tapped the link piece hook up through a single wire in her ear.

“All clear,” she mumbled to herself, brutally efficiently setting the weapon up. Her fingers strummed the rifle as her instrument, clicking and checking every gear before she settled into a prone position. The wind bit at her face, a ghost of an animal.

Clicking on the eye mask, the suction clung to her skin. The machine whirred and focused with every detailed resolution onto the mansion complex. One single window had been opened, and one remain so only for a short time. Her index finger brushed over the trigger, and she aimed her target at the man leaning against the wall, almost as if blending in the shadows, his dark pants and fitted shirt dark as midnight. The one who had leaked thousands of plans and foiled them with their recovery. He had been wanted by her agency for years. And she finally had her window.

Today, he would have to face the consequences of snooping.

It was time for the spymaster to tell no more secrets.

The bullet flew from its barrel and pierced the air at the perfect arc Nesta had executed flawlessly every time.

Except that this time her target did not hit.

She hadn’t missed—no.

This was worse.

A second, unplanned male, definitely larger and more noticeable, wearing a rutting pink shirt, took the bullet for her target, crashing down from the ceiling. No one told her there would be a second person.

A curse escaped her lips. Her employer would not be happy.

The sound of alarms had her packing faster and retreating back into the darkness of the shadows her target has seemed so at ease with, and out and away from the pink-shirted man doubling over in pain.

It was regular for the spymaster to dodge bullets that Nesta had always shot at him. He’d been the first and last man to always miss her poison-laced bullets, so he knew there was specifically one individual out for his death.

This should have been it, her last time chasing his tail.

Nesta gripped the steering wheel tighter and drove the black sedan back to her organization’s temporary base, dreading the outcome.

If only she had made it.

Tomas whipped her for her first failed mission. Kidnapped and forced to submit in the sex trade for ten years, he had chained her and had many generals with passing faces train her. Never once did she think of her past life except for the lingering doubt if her sisters missed her. All she needed was a warm bed and food, and she could survive.

Except most of the time, the beds were forced into another male’s who would have to paw at her as she cried with paralyzing poison flowing through her veins and heavy sedations pumping through her.

She needed out.

Needed to end Tomas, who would keep coming at her. And finding ways to punish her, like this whipping, each flick of his wrist harder than the last.

Nesta took each blow with gritted teeth, forcing herself to remain silent. He’d taken her failure especially hard since she’d been the first girl he picked to kidnap. She had to be perfect. Machine-like. Utterly broken.

And she was.

The first lash had her back arching of the ground.

The second had her whimpering, much to her dismay.

The second had her quivering.

The third had her sobbing.

The fourth had her unconscious.

The fifth had her jaw splintered against the ground.

The sixth had her blood bathing her body and the cobblestones.

The sixth had her flesh torn, revealing her bones.

The seventh had her wailing.

The eighth had her numb.

The ninth had her limp.

The tenth had her silent.

They left her body on the cement until she woke up, her next mission in a neat manila folder in front of her, the only part of the floor untouched by the blood seeping from her mangled flesh.

Closing her eyes briefly, she chanted her sister’s names for thirty seconds, the most saved amount of time she’d allow herself for respite. Inhaling sharply through her nose, she flipped the folder open, warily glancing over the paper.

“Fuck,” she swore, slamming her fist against the ground, not caring that her knuckles splintered. Numbness had already swept through her body. She’d already been sucked into this life.

There was no way her second youngest sister could be, too.

Except this time not to be trained into one of the assets, but as a target with a bullet through her head.

Forty million for target Feyre Archeron.

Another swore left her lips. She could never live a normal life, could she? Just what in rutting hell did her sister do to aim herself the sticker from one of the most notorious underground crime organizations?

Not feeling like briefing through the rest of the papers, she slammed it shut and wobbled to the bench where a sorry excuse for a medical kit sat in the corner. Every movement hurt her back and had her grunting in pain. She needed stitches, and no one in the compound would be able to do so without actually exacerbating her wounds.

There were only killers here; no healers or caretakers. Just bloodthirsty monsters seeking the sight of submission and defeat, and Nesta would not give them that. Not when they called her the real life Black Widow, not when her codename was the Phoenix.

She’d laughed at first, thinking of the pettiness and the redundancy. But then she realized its truthfulness. Her life had ended as soon as she fell for Tomas’s sweet smile and outstretched hand, and as soon as the first injection of morphine and other drugs pumped through her system.

She’d risen, but not from the ashes. She’d risen from gunpowder, blood, and sweat. She lived in the grime and the darkness and she was not the fire-breathing Phoenix of rising hope spiraling in the Sun’s rays.

She was the Silent Phoenix, the bringer of swift death, the one who flew in the shadows and streaks.

If only the stupid pink-shirted man hadn’t been there. Tomas had called her a liar, saying their intel had been clear, and that it would just be the spymaster there.

Nesta knew what her eyes saw, and would have to do serious recon. The shadow-like man had been her assignment for years and had been her most elusive. She had been assigned other backward recon and other heists, most killing the spymaster remained her most frustrating.

And now this most recent one topped everything.

Wrapping a makeshift bandage, Nesta flung open the iron door and held her high as she marched out the building. Didn’t stop when she felt part of the bandage rip and the blood soak down the back of her shirt.

She would have to rekindle her ties with her sisters, it seemed.

anonymous asked:

What are your Pokemon fic recs? I've been reading TAC and TAC II since the first one finished and yes its a masterpiece and it fits into canon perfectly.

I have so few fic recs because Pokemon fanfiction is tolerable at best so like I spend my days sifting through band aus and high school aus, both of which I dESPISE WITH A FIERY PASSION, trying to find quality shit.  I CAN REC YOU SOME OF MY FAVES THOUGH

Okay well you already know TAC and TACII, so:

Cold Blooded Killers and its sequel, The Indigo Connection.  It’s been a while since I last read it but I remember being pretty fond of it.  It’s an assassins au.

ClicheStorm and its sequel, ClicheStorm 2.  This is actually by far one of my favourites because literally, Hilda is me.  Basically the premise is that Hilda ends up getting Kyurem as a starter and, miraculously, is not OP.  Kyurem can also transform into a human so it’s just a whole fuckton of hilarity.  You will ADORE this one.

Lock and Key, which an Ikarishipping fic and it’s so fucking amazing like it’s iN CHARACTER WHAT KIND OF SORCERY.

The Turning Point of Hobo Girl Leaf.  It’s OldRivalShipping, which it right up there with Ikari for my #1 fave pokeship.  It’s three chapters but…it hasn’t been updated in 5 years.  Brb sobbing.

If I Lost on Purpose, Would You Stop Following Me? THIS IS LITERALLY ONE OF THE FUNNIEST POKEMON FICS I HAVE EVER READ IN MY GODDAMN LIFE literally, this fic is just a mess it’s amazing.  It gets sO good later on.  SoulSilvershipping obv.

Outrunning.  Another SoulSivershipping fic that I think does a pretty amazing job of getting Silver down to a pat.

Rivalry Cruise.  Contest and Festivalshipping.  I liked this one, I read it a while ago.  

minor disturbances.  It’s an Ikarishipping drabble series and it’s…violently in character to the point of which I’m somewhat convinced the creators of the show wrote it.

You Know What They Say About Hockey Players.  This is such a cute fic, regular ships with a focus on Ikari.

Home.  Ikari and it’s…so…cute.  Like…I can’t spoil anything for you, but it’s “home is where the heart is” meets emotionally constipated Paul

Jacket.  Ikari (again), and it’s v cute v pure too good for this world.

Yeah, this is all I have to suggest, sorry! Happy reading, though, these are all so good your skin will be cleared.

The exception part 3: To better days.

These few words didn’t make sense.
The baby was due in a couple of weeks, not today. Not here. No no. Definitely no.

The planning was perfect. Two weeks on the boat, a week in New York to find a flat and a job, then the birth. Theoretically.
Stefan felt like he was enduring the utmost bad time curse.

“Wh.. ?? But… What?” His mouth had gone to dust.

Mieke grunted low in her throat, the tear between her legs increased quickly and seemed to never stop.
She couldn’t hold back a scream, her lower part being literally sawed in half.

Stefan rushed, in all four, and faced Mieke, alarmed by her poor condition.

“Mieke! What’s going on?”

“Stefan, the baby is coming!” She panted heavily.

He wondered how he could manage that. He was pretty handy, both with wood and humans. Years on the battlefield had made him kind̂ of a specialist with blood and open wounds. He could stop a life threatening bleeding or sew some stitches, but a birth!
He regretted not to have been more careful as Wilma was rambling about the billion of babies she helped to bring into this world, including the births of her own three boys.

No. It couldn’t be true. It couldn’t happen. Not now.
After all, contractions are common at this stage, Mieke already had some.
Wilma’s words hit him
“ The womb is a muscle. It has to stretch to adjust to the baby whilst it gets bigger. That’s what the contractions are made for. The more it contracts, the more it’s able to relax, the more it stretches.”

Which proved that he had more listened to the old lady than he had thought. It matched. It was just random contraction, not labour. It had to be. It could not be otherwise.

“Mieke, it’s too early. It may be just a random contraction.” He said, putting his hands on each knee of his wife, trying to cool her down.

A loud crack came from under the blankets, soaking them instantly.

“Tell me more. My water just broke!” She snapped at his dimwitted face. Which had him bemused and shocked. She ’d never spoke to him that way. Her actual killer glare was way more frightening than the one she threw at him while she pointed the barrel of a gun to his head.

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anonymous asked:

brace yourself *evil grin*. Aomine+teppei+both miyajis+Imayoshi+himuro+mayuzumi+haizaki+seto+nijimura weird male s/o that'd been acting extra weird comes back home one day covered in blood and confessing to his bf that he's a serial killer. I hate myself thank you

Kiyoshi: When he sees the blood, he immediately thinks it’s yours. However, when you confess to Kiyoshi that it’s actually the blood of another one of your victims, he’s at a loss for words. His whole world was just turned on its head and not in a good way.

Aomine: You had to be kidding. There was no way someone like you was a serial killer. Aomine is in complete denial with every word that you say, but he can’t ignore the blood that is practically dripping off your body. He’s starting to feel a sudden sense of dread overcoming him.

Imayoshi: Giving you one of his rare, serious looks, Imayoshi asks you to repeat yourself slowly and clearly. He isn’t going to take this as a joke because murder wasn’t something you should ever joke about. This could be the biggest deal breaker between the two of you.

Miyaji: Standing from his seat so quickly, Miyaji knocks over the chair he had been in. This was some kind of sick joke, wasn’t it? If it was, it may be enough to end things between the two of you right then and there. If it wasn’t, then it was time to call the cops.

Yuuya: Dealing with a serial killer, even if it was you, was not something Yuuya thought he could handle. He needs to talk about this with his older brother and get some input on what he should do with this information. He couldn’t exactly go to the cops, could he?

Himuro: This was a serious matter and he wasn’t going to take it lightly. Still, Himuro is smart enough to know not to jump to any conclusions or place any blame right away. He needs to get his facts straight before he can go to any authorities about this.

Mayuzumi: Was it bad that this scenario was reminding him of a book he once read? Too busy trying to remember how the main character dealt with the problem, Mayuzumi fails to realize you probably already know he would never be on your side.

Nijimura: He needed to get some distance between the two of you and now. Nijimura was not about to mess with someone who just confessed that they were a serial killer. However, he doesn’t know how to get away without tipping you off that he’s definitely not with you on the subject.

Haizaki: Did you really think he was that stupid? Haizaki marches up to you, intent on proving that the ‘blood’ you had all over your clothes was fake, but he can’t deny the copper-like smell coming off of you and the fact that you now had a crazed look in your eyes.

Seto: Instantly awake just because you’d barged into the room so suddenly, Seto is at a bit of a loss as to what he could do. Knowing that you’d been murdering people would make him an accomplice, right? He mostly thought about how he couldn’t afford going to jail for you.

anonymous asked:

Just a thought, for the serial killer au I would actually really like to see a prussia one. I could see him as switching super fast from lighthearted and happy to manic and distant, or keeping that attitude exactly the same and acting like things are okay even while doing things that are definitely not, or even using his 'happy go lucky' personality to manipulate. Sorry if it's weird, I can just see him fitting strangely well into this au.

Nope, not weird at all. I’m actually extremely flattered that people are taking interest in this project :D

 I will be doing a profile for most of the characters, and Prussia will be one of them. I’m still working out his character, though. I do see him being manic when no one is around, but rather than happy go lucky, I think he’d just be extremely charming and sure of himself. 

boreloftur  asked:

Thank you for your blog! Having ONE's tweets translated by an actual person instead of a machine is such a blessing. I have a a question, (if you're not busy) is it true that in Japanese Garou says Hero "killer" instead of "Hunter"? Isn't it something like 狩り? Also when he says he's a monster is it 化け物 or simply モンスター ? It's okay if you don't have time for this silly questions, I'm just a bit curious~

thanks!! of course I can look into that for you. ^^

狩り (kari) means “hunting”! it’s the same word used in animal hunting, so it probably wouldn’t be wrong to say hero “killer”, but I think “hunter” is more accurate.

About when he says he’s a monster, (I’m not sure if I found the right part) in the official translation of ch. 41:

The word villain is used, but in Japanese, Garou refers himself as “ 怪人 “ (kaijin), which literally means “mysterious person”. It’s used all the time in One Punch to refer to the monsters, and it’s what the Monster Association calls itself too (怪人協会, Kaijin Kyoukai). so it’s another way to say “monster”, though I don’t know if it’s used as much as 化け物 or モンスター

there’s not much info about “kaijin”, except it means “humanoid kaiju”, and kaiju is what they call Godzilla! (this wikipedia page here, “kaiju” means “strange beast”, which makes me think of “cryptid” lol).

anonymous asked:

Im curious prof, when did u first hear about overwatch? Did u know about it before it came out? (Did u like hanzo as much as u do now??)

This is somehow the first time I’ve actually been asked this??

Unsurprisingly, I first heard about Overwatch when it slooowly started to appear on my dash back when the beta went live in May last year. I wanted to try the beta bc I saw people raving about it, but my laptop at the time didn’t have the specs to run it, so I missed out.

I gave up and didn’t go farther with it; it was another FPS I wouldn’t play and the loss wasn’t that big of a deal since I never played those types of games anyways. 

So… What got me into Overwatch? When the game finally came out, my dash got flooded with content and I was finally able to see more of the cast outside of- I really only knew Tracer and Widowmaker. It eventually got to the point where I was like, “All these characters seem really cool, but there’s so many of them… WHERE DO I FIND THE LORE?? WHERE DO I START?” and then I found THE SHORTS. 


Aha… funny story about my Hanzo lovin’… I actually really liked Genji first? I never saw Hanzo as a villainous brother killer, and I never hated him; Genji just fit my glowy cyborg aesthetic and he was GREAT. MY WHOLE BLOG WAS GENJI THEMED… I admired art of him for a while before I lucked? out and my laptop that had been in a really shitty condition since January had its hinges literally bust off so I had to replace it. I was later able to get a new one in July that could run Overwatch AND I BOUGHT IT. Funnily enough, I wanted to be a Genji main when I first started out lmao

Time went by, and I started to think, Damn… Hanzo is really aesthetically pleasing. GOD, HE’S REALLY PRETTY?? ngl I think getting into McHanners really early on definitely influenced some part of it? It wasn’t until December when Reflections hit that I got really absorbed into loving Hanzo. That’s when I started actually looking deeper into understanding his character and realized, holy fuck he has A LOT going on. An understatement, I know, but I don’t want to be diving into a full blown character analysis rn. 

Anyways, my interest (and love) flew through the roof, I picked him up as my main (leaving Dva behind), and that’s when I became a big Hanzo appreciator/Hanzo Main advocate