it's that sort of night it seems


you know how there was all that “Son, Sun” symbolism tied in with Kylo in The Force Awakens? 

Well remember how Holdo quoted Leia,

“Hope is like the sun. If you only believe it when you see it you’ll never make it through the night”. 

And the direct parallel with Leia saying “the galaxy has lost all its hope” and “I know my son is gone” in a dark room with little sunlight, after Leia was looking through the giant bunker doors into the sunlight, and then turning away and closing it, effectively shutting out the Sun (her hope). Then when Luke walks in his shadow sort of looks like Kylo from force awakens with light behind him and it seems like hope has arrived. 

But Luke is just an illusion alluding to the actual hope that exists with Rey (of light/hope), and neither Luke or Rey have lost hope for Ben, they just realise he’s got to save himself.

And then Luke having parallel phrases like “No ones ever truly gone.” to Leia and “Hope is not lost today,” to Ben.  

And Rey was all like “Then he’s our last hope.” to Luke about Ben, at night after the sun had set on Ach-To. This after seeing a vision that was misinterpreted about the future of Rey and Ben from their own points of view, but was most likely still the truth. 

And the broken saber, aka the fact that the kyber inside broke in two, and Kyber comes from the heart of the strongest stars/suns. So BASICALLY THE HEART OF THE SUN/SON IS BROKEN, just like his cracked bleeding heart reflected in his own kyber crystal in his light saber, where it was once silver and whole and blue. And now the heart/kyber is in two, representing ‘TWIN SUNS’  that will still work on their own but are stronger together. Two suns of hope, a Rey/ray of light and ‘Help me Obi-wan (Ben) Kenobi. You’re my only hope.”  

And then there were all those sunbeams falling on Ben in his last scene, driving out the darkness that surrounds him and that had surrounded Leia, about lost hope being regained and or reborn (in a place where the rebellion/hope was “reborn”). 

Also as other awesome people on this sight have pointed out (I’m sorry I can’t remember which blog it is so say if this was primarily you) about the sun rising and setting symbolism. And the last thing Luke sees before he enters the force, after having hope live with Rey and his belief in his nephew Ben, is not one, but TWO suns, both a call back to the start of his journey with the binary sunset, and a symbol of him passing on the torch. 

That even though the “suns” pass beneath the horizon with his passing, they will both rise again tomorrow - and he sees it and passes away with “Peace and Purpose” - twins suns, and twin souls, of hope. 


… imma just leave this here. Bring it J.J. 

(apologies for the continuous ‘Ands’ I was in a mad dash). 

i know that its said aquarius is detached, at times sterile, so intellectualized they can seem cold even
no aquarian hands have ever been cold, ones i have held anyway. i know god left aquarians an umbrella when they were born. it’s as invisible as their ingenious thoughts but it reflects into the night sky. it’s sort of a protection from the spiritual rain 
aquarius is so sensitive. the earthy substance is weak or non formed. they would absolutely absorb every feeling and, therefore every pain so severely it would grate like razorblades. they hold up this umbrella over their minds to stop absorbing the thoughts of others, often bound with worries and anxieties 
… aquarians were already made to think too much
they hold up this umbrella over their hearts as a shield from heartbreak. that humanitarian love is love exaggerated and enlarged, it’s too big for a single person, aquarius heartbreak is the cause of lightning storms 

they hold this umbrella up over their body, just to guard the only parts of themselves they have left as their own, the sun is in detriment in aquarius, the ego is not inherent but floating in and out of other realities. aquarians are holding an umbrella of protection, a blessed gift from the heavens, without it earthly air would be too toxic 


I tried to draw one (1) pearl!Chuck to nail the outfit down in color, and then I got REALLY distracted.  

Very Related: It turns out the weirdest part about fic from the POV of a currently/recently Homeworld gem is that s/he’s going to assume other gems are she/her and think of them by the names of their gems, and it’s super weird to write.

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It seems very likely to me that Garak and Julian would be the type to just sort of accidentally drift into a relationship without realizing it. Overtly flirting without realizing, they start giving each other gifts every time one of them goes on a mission, can’t make it to lunch today so how bout dinner at my place instead? Everyone else knows before they do sort of deal. Then one day someone offhandedly mentions “Julian’s boyfriend” and the convo moves on before he can reply and he’s like okay??? wtf???? Then that night him and Garak cuddling on the couch watching a movie as per usual and something just clicks and he’s like oh. OH.

New Moon Incantation

“ Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night. “ 

From The Old Astronomer by Sarah Williams

I use this to sort of meditate on New Moons. Its a beautiful poem to space out and listen to, but this quote especially says to me that though it seems a little hopeless right now, let of your worries and remember that they aren’t so terrible while they are here, and will go away eventually anyways. It’s sort of a mental cleansing for me. You can use it as a journal prompt, to meditate, as an incantation for a cleansing spell, anything you can think of!

earth moons + relationships

earth moons (taurus/virgo/capricorn), emotionally, need security. the emotions of an earth moon like to be kept to themselves as they strive to balance themselves without help. earth signs like efficiency and dislike dependency. they need a sounding board, someone to simply listen when it comes to be more than they bargained for. giving advice or suggestions isn’t what they want to hear, they want to know they’ve been heard. as the words come out, their head will be searching for their next step. 

earth moon + fire venus

molten lava; gushing but solid. this combo needs for their lover to have the spontaneity you’d find in an affair but the consistency of a relationship. they will love to keep you on your toes but at the end of the day they need to know that you’ll stick around because although independent, their earth sensitivity will worry that you’re not the real deal. their emotions are a self-made foundation while their love is in your face demanding a hot pursuit. this lover may challenge you, test you if you will; it lets them know where you stand with them.

earth moon + earth venus

rock solid as heck. they yearn for a partnership that is of equals. a down to earth lover who wants you to be reliable, always there at the drop of a hat. an extensive level comfort is something that will be a necessity, whether it be in a casual fling or a serious relationship. maturity is a highly admirable trait for them as they want a well-rounded, established relationship. this person will stick around through the good, bad, and indifferent. a taurus venus is a high security bank, a virgo venus is the reliable assistant, and a capricorn venus is the CEO. 

earth moon + air venus

boss combo. as in, this person will be independent down to a ‘t’. they have the ability to look at their relationship in the most rational of ways and understand when to confront issues in such. they’ll be up for late night talks and they’ll be there for early morning blues. they can seem a bit flighty at times and they may even be flirtatious but commitment is something they’ll take somberly. though it may take a while to find someone to keep them stimulated, once that connection is made, its durable. 

earth moon + water venus

loving almost to a fault. the emotions of an earth moon are generally kept behind the curtain as the person sorts out any issues internally. earth moons will be inclined to seem sure of themselves as they feel they can handle it while a water venus will give themselves wholeheartedly in a relationship, no matter what. this person will strive for a safe, deep-rooted connection. they may get tugged between their earthy practicality and watery sentimentality which can lead to a feeling for them of being out of their element (no pun intended). their water venus’ sacrificing nature may drive their earth’s need for security. 

I wrote a story for a friend as a birthday present, and since she likes gothic fantasy, I thought Elsewhere University would be a good setting for it.


You weren’t sure what to do when your six choice universities all rejected you. You’d expected at least one of them to accept you, since your grades weren’t bad and your student record was clean.

But none of them did. The day you got the last polite form rejection letter, you set it down and sat there, staring out the window. What went wrong?

Elsewhere University offered you an opportunity, one you thought was a joke. But you took it anyway.

And they took you.

Not Them. That would be a different kind of Taken. But you went to Elsewhere.

Move-in day was normal; the dorm was nice, and while it looked old from the outside, the rooms were spacious and comfortable, and you only had one roommate. Yours was a young, rather timid girl named Melanie. She didn’t talk to you much, though you and her were both fans of the same shows and generally had the same sleep patterns, hence the match.

She was quiet. She put up some posters; you put up some posters. Your stuff stayed in boxes for the first few days.

There were immediately meetings. Your parents weren’t invited; no one’s were.

Your RA was a tall girl with an incredible afro and a few jangling silver necklaces that didn’t match her outfit. “I’m Kiera,” she said, standing on a rock and gesturing with a packet of papers. “I’m your RA for the northern wing of the third floor. The southern wing belongs to Jordan.” She indicated the young man standing next to her; he waved, hand half-buried in the sleeve of his blue hoodie.

“First things first,” Kiera started, “welcome to Elsewhere University! You’re very brave.”

What? You wished you knew someone well enough to make confused eye contact. As it was, most of the freshmen looked a little baffled.

“A couple of notes about common courtesy. One, no extraneous loud noises after ten PM on weeknights, except for Fridays. The curfew for Fridays and Saturdays is midnight. Don’t run or throw things in the hallways, it might hit the fire extinguishers. Also, don’t touch anybody else’s bowls or cups that they leave in the hall. If you find a piece of lost jewelry, don’t touch it. If you see anything that isn’t yours, don’t touch it. Don’t run out of salt and don’t take it out of the kitchen. Don’t eat food you find in the kitchen.”

And on and on and on. You were baffled by a few of the rules, but most of them made sense (be careful about who you accept food from, be careful about going places with strangers, et cetera. You weren’t sure why they stressed it so much. That was just basic college knowledge – hell, basic life knowledge.

It got weirder when you noticed that most people seemed to leave bowls of milk by their doors, and seemed to have salt spilled under their windows. Metal jewelry seemed popular; iron necklaces and earrings, dark metal rings, silver studs and bangles.

After a month, you’d started to make some friends, and you and Melanie were comfortable being around each other. And you’d started learning about Elsewhere, and what Kiera had meant by brave. Extra footprints in on the pavement. Strangers at parties, queens striding past robed in shadow, parts of the campus where time didn’t pass or parts where it went too quickly.

Another month, and your delusions were dispelled. You bought iron jewelry, learned how to scrawl sigils on paper and pin them on doors and windows, ran a thin line of salt on the windowsill. Melanie didn’t complain.

You sat on the quad on sunny days, because in early spring (and it was always early spring, somehow) those days were nice, and it was good to be outside.

There were sculpted gardens to sit in, but those were more dangerous. You were playing with fire if you stayed there until nightfall. You came perilously close a few times.

The first time, you found your way out. The second time you did not.

The gardens held such strangeness, and were absolutely a fascinating place to be. Horticulture students set up projects here, taking care not to disturb the ones they didn’t make. So it was usually safe.

But you were caught wandering after dark. And you didn’t realize, marveling at a rose-vine and honeysuckle trellis, that the sunlight was fading until it was nearly too late.

You tried to follow the path out, but it led you in circles, and to places you didn’t know existed. This is how people get Taken, you thought desperately, hoping and praying that somehow it would be okay.

As if it were answering your prayer – and perhaps it was – the cat appeared. You froze at the sight of slitted eyes, but realized it wasn’t one of Them when the eyes leaped down and came over to rub against your leg and stare upwards.

Green Eyes, the cat was called, because that’s what it had. Green eyes set deep in its long face, sandy fur with black hints at the ears, paws, and tail-tip. You didn’t learn its name until later, and you never really figured out if it was an ordinary cat, or one of Them, or something else entirely.

“Can you lead me out?” you asked it, and it stared back. Your heart was pounding; you had no other lifeline.

It flicked its tail in the air like a banner and trotted away through the dusk. You followed it (because you had no other choice) and like a charm you found yourself stumbling out onto the quad. A few surprised upperclassmen watched, and when you looked for the cat, it was gone.

You tried to figure out how to repay the cat, if in fact you could. Next time you saw it, you promised yourself, you would give it something.

And you did see it again. Quite often, in fact. It was skirting the parking lot behind the biochemistry building, and when you crouched down and held out your hand, it came over and sniffed at your fingers before rubbing on you.

Then it was over by the dining hall, then walking alongside you on your way to one of your classes, then to all of them. Eventually, it came up to you while you were on the quad.

Melanie was there (though, like most other students, she’d quickly adopted a pseudonym and now went by Melody), and a few other friends you’d made, including a couple of upperclassmen. At Elsewhere, for some reason, the classes mixed a lot more than they did at other colleges. You weren’t sure why.

Green Eyes trotted up to you while you were sitting on a blanket in the grass. The upperclassmen stopped talking entirely and tried to avert their eyes, but when you reached out your hand and let Green Eyes sniff it and rub against you, they couldn’t help but stare.

“How are you doing that?”

You glanced up, at Shine, a girl with spiky white hair. “Doing what?”

“Green Eyes. You…” she paused, indicating the cat. Green Eyes looked to her – she shuddered – and lay down next to you, allowing you to stroke its fur and play with its ears.

The other upperclassman looked you in the eyes. “What did you do?” they asked, dead serious.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“It’s claimed you.”

That you didn’t understand. You didn’t know how to ask if it was one of Them, but you said, “In… what sort of way?”

“I’m not sure.”

That answer wasn’t good.

Green Eyes didn’t interact with others much, and seemed to seek me out often. It always rubbed against me – I knew that’s how cats designated things as theirs, but I didn’t realize the full extent of Green Eyes’ claim.

During a party one night you found yourself stepping outside with a handsome boy, a soft-spoken boy with white hair and the whisper of fall wind (you missed fall, here in this place where the seasons never seemed to change properly) in his voice. You saw Green Eyes watching from the top of a fence, and the boy excused himself after a moment and didn’t come back. Your hands itched under the skin where he’d held them, but looked no different; your lips remained numb for days until you shook off the longing, kept inside by the memory of lantern-green eyes in the night air.

Labs never ended after dark, but your study session did, and when you braved the night (because the library closed, and you did not want to interrupt any of the Courtly business that goes on there) and the sound of baying hounds and the fell piercing blasts of hunting horns, when you stepped along the solid concrete while the rest of the world shifted and you passed the student center and the native plant garden and the towering trees that dropped leaves like silver and shadows like blood, Green Eyes went with you. You felt it join you when you walked outside, and it brought you to safety, tail held high.

You saw it everywhere. Legend said Siamese cats had kinked tails because they’d once held rings for royalty. You wondered which royalty; tall tales said Egyptian, but Green Eyes felt like something Else.

It’s hard to remember when you graduated. A lot of your time at Elsewhere is blurry, indistinct, like a fogged glass. But you have never forgotten Green Eyes, and when you return to Elsewhere – because all those who love Elsewhere come back eventually – you see it waiting for you on the sidewalk next to the drive, tail curled over its paws, the stream of students dividing gently around it.

You don’t lean down to pet it, because that’s not what you’re supposed to do right now. But it does rub against your leg again when you get out of the car, and when you step inside your new (old, very old, old enough to have memories and old enough to act on them) house, it waits patiently for you to invite it inside.

Its motives are mysterious. The aura it gives you is one of fear and mystery. The librarian who hunts monsters eyes it occasionally, but never makes a move; she doesn’t understand it either.

But you go into the sculpted gardens, and you go there at night. Green Eyes is always with you, to lead you out. Someday, you fear, Green Eyes will abandon you in the lilac labyrinth and you’ll finally be Taken; but it doesn’t feel like that’s what it wants to do.

You asked it one night, sitting on a bench surrounded by fireflies and watching shadows silently pass by with no people to cast them. Green Eyes sat on your lap.

“Why do you help me?” you asked it, glancing down. “Why did you do all of this?”

Green Eyes stared back up, and flicked its ears back and yawned; a smile, you recognize, from reading its behavior over the years.

“Is it because I asked for help? What did you want in return?”

Silence, but Green Eyes bumped your hand and began to purr loudly enough to shake. There’s something about Green Eyes that resists Them and Their works; its ability to navigate the gardens, and its aid to you over the years, has proved that. It does not need  your companionship; it does not need you as you needed it.

You look up. Green Eyes flicks its tail back and forth and you realize that while you are its companion, now, and it wouldn’t leave you, you don’t actually need it to get through the gardens. You know them in your mind, like a house you’ve lived in for a long time. When you step through the flowers and topiary you go where you want to go, not where anything else wants you to go. Green Eyes has taught you how.

When you walk through the gardens sometimes you see lost students stumbling under the trellises, eyes haunted, breath rasping in their mouths as they struggle to get out. You approach them.

You look about their age (Age is funny at Elsewhere; when you came back, you seemed to return to who you were when you left. The rest of the world is all iron and highways and radios, and you remember the things you learned here when you came back) and you realize now that they are too scared of Green Eyes to ask for help.

But they don’t need to ask you. You can offer. And when they see your human features and Green Eyes at your feet, they accept.


Your Five Nights at Fatal’s event gave me a bit of inspiration. :) I felt that Salvaged really seemed to fit him, especially with the sort-of fnaf theme. This is also my first time drawing this glitchy mess and oh man, that was a lot of layers!

Xedra’s Notes:

Originally posted by nate

OH MY STARSSSS YESSSS THIS IS BEAUTIFULLLL. Salvaged is absolutely one of my favorite songs for him and I think your drawing perfectly captures why <3 Thank you so much for drawing him, you did such an amazing job and I can’t stop smiling :D

Roses |Joe Sugg|

Summary -  could I please have an imagine where Joe and the reader (his fiancé) have an argument over the wedding planning in front of the boys and then the reader walks out and the boys get them back together!! Thank you!❤

Word Count - 1,874

Warnings - N/A

A/N - I changed it slightly so it was Joe that walked out and not Y/N.

You sighed as you leaned your elbows against the table, your chin resting on the palm of your left hand, staring down at the bright purple notebook that was lead in front of you.

You wished you had the peace and quiet that you needed to be able to figure out which flowers would look better as centre pieces but no. You were currently joined with 7 incredibly, loud, annoying guys. Your fiancé and his 6 best men. Yeah, that’s right. 6 of them.

“Well, what are we thinking? Roses or lilies?” you asked, trying to bring the conversation back to the wedding. The boys were currently sat talking about a new video game that was coming out in a few days, not exactly your topic of choice at the minute.

“Whichever you want, love.” Joe smiled, gently kissing your cheek. You sighed quietly as he turned back to his friends.

What was the point of you being sat at the table with them, being disrupted every time you tried to ask a question about the wedding?

Joe didn’t even seem bothered, he had basically let you pick everything out and he’d just be happy showing up on the day, not knowing any plans.

You buried your head in your notebook again; thankful that there were only a few details left, most of the wedding had already been planned. By yourself, obviously because Joe’s input wasn’t needed apparently.

“I think this Outlast game is going to be better than the last.” Oli told the rest of the boys, taking a sip of beer from one of the bottles in the middle of the table.

“You shit yourself when the last one came out,” Caspar laughed loudly.

“Only because Joe kept screaming when he was playing it, he kept making me jump.” Oli argued in protest.

Even though you were slightly annoyed that Joe wasn’t being very helpful, Oli’s memory made you smile. You remember that night very clearly. Oli and Caspar had stayed over the night, and all three of them were downstairs playing the asylum based video game.

Every few minutes, you would hear a girly scream, and it would be coming from Joe. Then seconds later, Oli and Caspar would tell him to shut up as they had both fallen asleep on the sofa and Joe’s screams had woken them up as he had been playing the video game with his headphones in. Though hours later, Joe had joined you in bed but had refused to go to sleep, so spent most of the night sat up with you nuzzled up to him, your head resting in his lap. He had spent most of the night telling you about the game, because apparently people were telling his character to go down the drains.

And Joe didn’t want to go down the drains.

That memory seemed like it was years ago, when in actual fact it was weeks ago but a lot had happened since then.

Joe had spent most days at meetings, and most nights with the boys. Usually this wouldn’t have bothered you, but with you and Joe getting married in just a few weeks, you would have thought the wedding would have been Joe’s priority, but clearly not.

His priority was his stag party.

Where as you had spent the days planning the wedding, and the nights well … Still planning the wedding.

Joe had decided his stag party was going to be a mad one around London, with all 6 of his best men. Your hen party was a little more low-key. You were spending it in Brighton, having a girly night with Zoë.

You weren’t much of a drinker anyway, so a quiet one was much better in your opinion.

Caspar dropping his beer bottle on the wooden floor disrupted your thoughts as you sighed quietly, standing up.

“Shit, Y/N. I’m really sorry.” Caspar looked up at you, like a child that was about to be told off.

“It’s fine Caspar.” You smiled slightly, going into the kitchen and grabbing some towels before starting to clean the mess up, not even noticing the cut on the palm of your hand until Caspar did.

“Come on, I’ll clean it up,” Caspar smiled sympathetically as he took you over to the sink in the kitchen. You have spoken to Caspar about the wedding, more than anyone. More than Joe. He wanted to be as helpful as possible as he was the one, out of all of the boys, that you were closest to and you had been close since you and Joe first started dating.

The others were completely out of ear shot of yours and Caspar’s conversation at the minute, not that they were listening anyway.

Caspar quickly took the towels off you with the glass inside and binned them, before running the cold water and sticking your hand underneath it.

“Is he doing your head in again?” Caspar mumbled lowly, but still keeping his eyes on your hand.

“How did you guess?” you chuckled weakly, watching Caspar intently as he started to wash the blood off your hand.

“Just a wild guess, you’ve hardly spoken to him, or looked at him for that matter.” Caspar commented.

You shrugged your shoulders and sighed.

“It’s just that, he’s seeing his stag party as being more important than the actual wedding. Joe’s using the wedding as an excuse to get pissed and he doesn’t really seem interested in the wedding at all Caspar. I don’t really see the point of it. He doesn’t even seem like he wants to marry me anymore.” You told Caspar, tears brimming your eyes before something out the corner of your eye, caught your attention.

“That’s what you think?” Joe mumbled, glancing at Caspar as a signal for him to leave the room.

Caspar nodded silently and gave you a weak smile before leaving, closing the door behind him.

“Well its true isn’t it?” you frowned, looking back down at your hand as the blood continued to flow.

Joe stayed quiet until you heard his footsteps approaching and the clicking of a box before he reached over you and turned the water off, drying it with a towel and started wrapping a bandage around your hand.

But still, he said nothing at all.

“Joe?” you said, wanting an answer off him.

“I know it seems like I only care about this stag party, but it’s sort of my last night out as a free man.” He shrugged, still concentrating on your hand.

“Free man? Before you get tied to me for the rest of your life?” you frowned, pulling your hand away from him as Joe let out a deep sigh.

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

“That’s what you said though.” You narrowed your eyes at him. Maybe you were being paranoid, or maybe your thoughts were confirmed and he really wasn’t bothered whether you got married in 3 weeks time or not.

“Don’t assume that I don’t want to marry you, just because I’m excited about my stag party. Don’t put words into my mouth and expect me to be alright with it!” Joe frowned; raising his voice at you as you flinched, not expecting this kind of behaviour from him at all.

He had never raised his voice at you, because whenever you normally had disagreements, he normally walked away until you both calmed down… And it looked like he was about to do that now, as you watched him grab his jacket and walk out the door without a second glance.

You let out a shaky sigh as you wiped your eyes with the back of your hand, before going back into the living room.

“What just happened?” Jack asked, looking at you concerned.

Maybe they couldn’t hear you and Caspar talking quietly before, but they had definitely heard yours and Joe’s disagreement.

“Joe knows he just walked out of his own apartment, right?” Conor asked stupidly.

“Erm, guys. I really don’t mean to sound rude but I think it would be best if you all left. You can organise his stag party another night.” You told them, your eyes still fresh with tears.

That’s if there will be a stag party, you thought.

All of them got up, grabbed their jackets and left, quickly. Except Caspar who stayed where he was, arms folded across his chest.

“Caspar,” you started, before he shook his head.

“Say what you want, I’m staying.” Caspar protested, grabbing his phone. “I’m just going to let Maddie know where I am, don’t move.”

You nodded slightly as he went into the kitchen and sat down at the table where Josh was previously sat as you looked down at your cut hand, the blood starting to seep through the bandage and even though the pain was now striking through your hand, it didn’t bother you.

Caspar came back minutes later and sat next to you.

“I’m guessing you heard everything.” You mumbled, glancing up from your hand as Caspar simply nodded.

“Couldn’t help but hear.” You chuckled weakly as a tear rolled down your cheek.

“Joe will calm down soon, you know he will.” Caspar told you, gently rubbing your hand. “Maybe just sleep on it and see how things are in the morning?”

You nodded slightly, looking at the clock that was nailed to the wall as it read the time.


“I didn’t even realise it was that late.” You sighed, standing up and rubbing your eyes. “Sleeping on the sofa?”

Caspar nodded and gently hugged you, kissing the top of your head.

“I’m not leaving you, but I’ll grab pillows and stuff, you just go to bed.” He told you.

Caspar had stayed over more than enough times to know where you kept spare bedding, so you did as he sad and dragged yourself to your bedroom.

Your eyes felt like they were burning but you weren’t really sure why. Because you’d been crying? Or because you were extremely tired? I guess the reason didn’t matter.

You didn’t even go to the effort of changing your clothes, you simply got into bed in what you were wearing, which was grey joggers and one of Joe’s hoodies and you instantly fell asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow.

Though after a few minutes, you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist.

“I’m sorry.” You heard a deep voice mumble, nuzzling into your neck.

You sighed slightly in relief as you heard Joe’s voice, his strong arms around you.

“Just forget it happened.” You told him, turning onto your other side as you looked up at him, the moonlight shining through your window.

“Caspar called me, told me I was being a dickhead.” Joe chuckled, his eyes still shining with tears, making his eyes look like glass.

“I’m not saying anything.” You chuckled, gently wiping his eyes with your thumbs as you nuzzled into his chest.

“Y/N?” Joe mumbled, his voice sounding tired.

You looked up at him, waiting for his next sentence.

“I think roses are better for the centre pieces.” He grinned sleepily before falling asleep with your bodies intertwined in each other.

Maybe he was listening after all.

The Boy Next Door (Vampire!au)

A/N: THIS LATE ASF. HALLOWEENS OVER. AND I SUCK BOOTY I AM SORRY. also take this as a sort of writing practice, warm up for future writing.

Summary: You finally meet your mysterious neighbor who isn’t half bad but he does have a frightful surprise up his sleeve.

It was Halloween night and kids kept coming to your door. Being as antisocial as you are you just kept quiet until the children caught on to the “no candy here” sign and left. You were at an all time bore as you sat in your living room watching Halloween movies and eating the candy you decided to grab last minute because of the low price sell. You walked over to your window and saw mummies, werewolves, ghosts and vampires. The cliches of the cliches. You wondered if any of those characters were real. You’ve never seen one before so they aren’t, right? But if they are why would they show they’re abilities and put themselves at an all time high of getting caught. You shook those thoughts away as soon as a loud jump scare came on from behind you. You went to go sit back down onto your couch and just as you did, your phone rang. It was a text message from your aunt. She had asked you to take your cousin trick or treating because she and your uncle had to work. You agreed to do it making sure that she wouldn’t tattle to your mom about you being rude.

She dropped her son off at your door as a little dinosaur. She gave you the blue and green creature and walked back to her car.

“So Ty where do you wanna go first?” You asked in your most kid friendly voice.

He ran to the door and opened it right up. You quickly grabbed your bag and phone, following behind him. He started to the right of your house, ending at the corner of your street.

“Do you wanna keep going? We can go home now…” you asked him when you two made your way back to your house.

“More!” He ran off to the left side of your street from your house. He stopped at your neighbors front yard as you caught up behind him in heavy breaths. He looked up at the dark house and stood still.

“What is it Ty?” You asked the 5 year old but all he did was shake his head, “Don’t worry we don’t have to go there first. Let’s start at the next house yeah?” 

“Okay!” The little one said running to the beige building.

After heading to those houses and hitting up the ones across the street you both finally decided to go to the neighbors. You admitted to yourself you were quite afraid to go up to the door. You haven’t seen the person who lived there but you did hear things at night. You’ve never even seen anything from their window which was right across yours.

You both looked up to the dark homestead until a couple kids came behind you and yelled out “Excuse me!” You both moved out of the way then trailed along behind them. You followed the trick or treat ritual: ring the doorbell, wait, yell the theme song of the night. Except it was cut short after the wait. The owner came to the door with a cape that had a hood attached to it. It covered most his face ending to his top lip. You could see the big grin crawled upon his face. He started laughing hysterically as he nodded his head back.

“So you kiddies want some candy?” The question answered by a couple of nods, “You know what they say… Candy rots your teeth!” He hissed revealing some authentic Looking fangs and slammed the door. All the kids jumped and ran to their parents while crying. Ty held onto your leg as you stood there staring at the door confusingly.

“I-I think we should go home Ty, okay?” He obliged while reaching to hold your hand. You waited til the few children at your door left before heading in. “You wanna watch movies? You can eat some of the candy you got. Just don’t tell mom.” You said while lifting your pointer finger up to your mouth and shushing him. You two walked up to your room to do what you suggested.

After the movies and candy, Ty became energetic and began to run up and down the halls. You made sure he didn’t fall down the stairs as he ran. 5 laps in he came back into your room to eat more candy. You told him to sit still as you went to the restroom.

When you came back you noticed he wasn’t in the room at all. “Ty!” You yelled, “fuck!” You whispered to yourself. You saw that your window was open causing the curtains to breathe from side to side. You went to go close it when you saw your neighbors window was open too. “No he couldn’t have… could he?” You made a round about through your house before settling on crawling over to the other home.

You made your way over the connecting balconies into the neighbors room. You headed towards the hall where the light was shining. You popped your head out and looked from side to side. Nothing to see other then doors and framed paintings.

“Ty!…” you whispered yelled, “Tyyyyy.” Fuuuuck you thought to yourself. Okay let’s just hope the neighbor left…

You walked out into the eerie hallway, slowly making your way over to the stairs. You took one light step to see if it would squeak. Once you heard nothing peep from under you, you continued. Softly tipping toeing down the stairs you whispered, “Tyyyyyy” “Tyyyy”. There was no reply to any of the call outs.

You finally reached the bottom and released a deep breath from holding it in. Upon expecting your surroundings you concluded that you were in the living room which was connected to the kitchen. You turned left to go check the closed door you saw. There wasn’t anybody in there. It seemed like no one was home and that made you think maybe Ty was just a really good player of hide and seek.

 That is until you heard voices coming from the back door. You followed them out and stuck your head out. You weren’t expecting the view you saw before yourself but it was happening. You saw Ty and the neighbor lying on the grass and pointing at the stars. You stepped outside and called out for your cousin, “Ty! There you are!”. You ran towards him but stopped when the neighbor an in front of the little boy. 

He hissed and asked, “And who are you?” 

“His cousin… I’m supposed to be watching him…”

“Well you’re not doing a very good job at it.” He turned to Ty. “Is she supposed to be taking care of you?” Ty nodded and your neighbor kneeled down next to him, “You can’t be running away okay? That’s bad, do you wanna be a bad kid?” Ty shook his head, “Good now go back to-” he looked up to you, waiting for you to say your name.

“Oh! I’m Y/n. Your next door neighbor.” 

“I’m Yoon-” Ty interrupted, “I don’t wanna go yet! We were counting the sky sparkles!”

“We can look at the stars at my place, come on Ty. Leave the neighbor alone.” You tried to drag him but he got out of your hold and threw a tantrum.

“I don’t mind if you guys stay a while really. Uhm let me bring some blankets.”

“Oh okay,” He went inside to get what he needed as you consulted Ty, “Hey bud its okay come on. We can stay, just behave.”

He seemed to calm down just as the guy came out. “Got it,” he said sort of nervously as he set down the blankets, “is this alright?”

“Yeah, thank you.” You smiled at him. You all sat down and Ty pointed up to the stars while blabbering about how it looked like an “elebant”. 

Thats partially how the night went until Ty fell asleep. “Thanks again Yuhhh- I actually didn’t get your name earlier…” You chuckled. 

“Right, its Yoongi.” He said as he turned to look at you, “Its nice to finally meet the lady who sings Tik Tok at like 3 in the morning.”

“Oh my god, you’ve heard me? Was I that loud? I’m so sorry.” You repeatedly apologized. 

He laughed, “No its okay. I’m always up at that time anyway. Its nice to hear someones voice now and again… I don’t get a lot of company.”

“You’re always up at that time? What do you do all day?” You were very confused upon hearing this information. 

“I work in transcriptions. Thats boring stuff though. What about you? What do you do?” He rapidly changed the subject. 

“I work at a cafe. You should come by sometime, it’ll be on the house.” You shyly looked down, “So what was up with the ‘candy will rot your teeth’ thing earlier?” You asked.

“Oh,” he laughed, “Well you see, I didn’t really have candy and I didn’t want the kids to leave empty handed so I just gave them a ‘trick’.”

“You’re an interesting man, Yoongi,” you stopped before saying anything else when you noticed Ty shiver. You picked him up to carry him back to your place, “I should really be heading back now…” 

“Oh okay…” He said in a disappointed voice.

“Actually, Yoongi?”


“Can you help me get into my house… I kind of came in through your bedroom window and I don’t think I can carry Ty with me across our balconies. Wasn’t really a good idea but at the time I was panicking so yeah.”

“Through my bedroom window, mischievous.” He laughed and agreed. He took Ty all the way back to your home and carefully set him down on your bed only to exit back to where he came from. 

You two stood in front of your windowsills, staring across at each other, “You know Yoongi? I’m really glad we finally met.”

“Yeah about that… can you keep a secret?” You nodded your head which signified a go. He let his fangs protrude through his gums and his eyes change red. You stood in shock but snapped out of it once he spoke again, “Goodnight Y/n.” He smiled and slowly started to shut his window.

“Goodnight Yoongi.” You said as you recovered from your short stun and closed your window as well.

7 Days of Heaven (Day 6 – Bambam)


Teaser 1 Teaser 2  Prologue Day 1-Jaebum Day 2-Mark  Day 3-Jinyoung Day 4-Jackson Day 5-YoungjaeDay 7-Yugyeom

Characters:  Bambam (GOT7) X You (OC/Reader) X GOT7 members

Genre:  Smut

Warning/s:  Sense deprivation (sight), Bondage cuffs (leather), Softdom!Bambam (ASKGHDKAD), Fingering, Sweet Dirty talk (with Bambam’s sweet accent alksdghalksd), Orgasm Denial, etc.

Length:  3,633 words

A/N:  HI!!! SURPRISE!!  YES, So here is the 6th Day of Heaven (which is looooooooooooong overdue) feat. the “Who told you I am not big” Bambam!!!!  OK so… this is going to be straight-up smut, nothing else.  Again read the warnings before you proceed ;) Also, the inspiration changed a bit from the teaser, though it may still be a bit similar, but, yeah.  Whatever lmao.  Proofreading is also zero for this one, so my apologies for any errors!

Also, I am celebrating my first anniversary as an Ahgase and for reaching 2k+ followers!  I am surprised that I still gain followers despite being on hiatus for too long ;)

This fic is also dedicated to my bestie, @wearkpop ;) Love you to the bones!!

After the boys have recovered from your confession about Youngjae, they are contemplating if they should proceed in asking you about the youngest members of their group.  Jinyoung sighed when you stood up and sat on the table in front of them.

“I have not missed any member yet, have I?”  You placed your index finger on top of your lips; thinking.

“I think we have heard enough-“

“Yah oppa, I have not talked about Bambam yet!”  You cut Jaebum off and crossed your arms over your chest and the boys dropped their bodies against the couch, before they can even stop you, you already started.

“That kinky li’l shit.  That boy will be a fucking tease – a bit dominant but on the softer side.  Dirty talking will be his absolute favorite.. His accent is just too perfect in bed, imagine him groan and dirty talk with that freaking Thai accent.”  You giggled and Jinyoung stood up and Mark laid a hand on his arm.

“What?  You two had gotten off already, why can’t I?”

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CSSV Fic: Happenstance (full version)

A/N: For @killiarious. Thank you for your patience, love! Here is the full version of your gift. Again, it was lovely chatting and please feel free to swing by to chat more any time you like! Thanks also to @tnlph and @mryddinwilt for providing the initial inspiration for this story from this convo a year ago.  

Summary: He was just trying to escape everything. She wasn’t part of his plan.

Words: 3400 | Rating: M | ao3


He should thank Liam, he knew it. He wouldn’t need to leave the flat, minus the initial trip to the market, for days. There were enough books, along with wine and rum, to last him for weeks. And the view, Killian still wasn’t sure there were words.

Good god, brother. The pictures you sent weren’t enough.

I know. Don’t skulk your entire stay. The city is better up close.

Killian rolled his eyes. He was almost grateful when he found out his brother would be out of town when he sent his plea for a place to crash. He needed to be away from Tink, away from town, their apartment. From everything, really. And while he hadn’t seen Liam since his transfer to Istanbul, the prospect of the judgement in his eyes, even as he would welcome him in, was more than Killian thought he could bear.

Liam sent him instructions on where he could pick up a set of keys and a warning that he promised a friend a place to stay later in the week while she was in town for a job.

And stay as long as you like, little brother. I’m due home in a couple weeks.

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heavyartillery  asked:

(I asked this once already, but I think the app ate it--it makes me want to throw my phone! Grr! If it didn't get eaten, I'm sorry for the double post.) WinterShock, awkward first meeting themed, #4 please?

@heavyartillery you got it! (ps: pretty sure the tumblr app did eat it, grr.) hope you like it <3

Prompt: Awkward first meetings, #4, Trapped in a bank during a robbery

Pairing: Bucky x Darcy

Rating: T, for language

“Don’t panic,” came a voice from beside her.

She startled anyway, jumping as much as one could when one was crouched beneath a check writing table at the bank.

The bank that was currently in the process of being robbed.

Robbed badly, as it were.

The tall, skinny burglar with a perpetually reddened face choose this day, the day Darcy was at the bank, to hold up the wrong bank teller.

Rhonda, as her nametag said, had her finger on the police call button almost as soon as Robber Guy shiftily stepped up to her station with an empty duffel bag and a gun.

What looked like the entire precinct soon rolled up to the parking lot, red and blue lights flashing, causing Robber Guy to immediately lock the place down and take them all hostage.

Of all the days to run her damn errands, she thought to herself. She knew she should have switched to paperless.

With a narrowed stare, she took in the man now crowding in beside her in her hiding place.

“Sergeant Barnes?”

She knew Barnes was at the facility, but she’d only ever glimpsed him in passing. She did attend one intensely uncomfortable ‘briefing’ by Captain America in which he’d basically said that no one was to bother his bestie and that he was laying low for the time being. Which, after the fiasco with the UN, seemed to be a logical idea.

Barnes’ lips quirked up a little at her using his rank, giving her a glimpse of annoyingly cute dimples.

“At your service, ma’am,” he replied in dry voice that told that he and Steve must have practiced the troll-y tone together in the olden days. “And you can call me ‘Bucky’.”

“Are you here to bust this guy? ‘Cause y’know,” she gestured to Robber Guy over by the front doors, waving his gun around, cowing all of the other hostages. He was sweating through his jacket and his eyes were crazed. “He’s over there.”

“Actually, I was here to tail you.”

“Tail me? Oh, for - !” She rolled her eyes.

You get kidnapped a time or three and they send you out with a babysitter.

Which would be fine except her ‘babysitter’ is apparently the Winter Solder aka Bucky Barnes. And she’s never had thoughts of the making out variety about her babysitters before.

You’re my babysitter?”

“I am not a babysitter. I was sent to keep an eye on you so you wouldn’t get taken. Again.” He gave her a sideways glance. “You sure do go to Starbucks a lot.”

“It’s Peppermint Mocha season,” she huffed, trying to keep her voice low. “Don’t judge me.”

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Pokémon in our Biomes pt. 20: Coral Reefs (2 of 2)

“I’ve recently decided to make a series of posts with hypothetical thinking and analyzing of what Pokémon species could potentially be found in the world’s biomes. Not at all relative to the games, I will be focusing primarily of the elements, design, and relativity to real life flora and fauna of Pokémon to depict where different species would roam on our big blue marble.”

This is the first biome post that I have made in over a year, so I’m really excited for this post! I’m sorry for the inactivity, but I’m back, so here we go!

This is actually the second coral reefs post, and you can find the first one here, and that post was uploaded two years ago today! In the last post, I had mentioned how there are four main types of coral reefs: fringing, barrier, atolls, and patch reefs. Since this is my first post since Sun and Moon was released I am going to try to focus my analysis more on the fringing coral reefs around Hawaii, the region that Alola is based off of.

The Hawaiian coral reefs stretch for 2000 km, and account for more than 85% of the reef systems in the United States. With more than a quarter of all of the fish, plant, and invertebrate species in the Hawaiian coral reefs being endemic to Hawaii, there is a huge diversity of life that can’t be found anywhere else. This may explain the unusual designs that many Alolan Pokémon have, and maybe I can shed some light on how their morphological and anatomical traits have evolved to help them in Alola, like so many species in Hawaii have traits that help them survive.

Let’s get started!

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So this is basically a little drabble/potential mini-series based off of @destiny-islanders Spidey-Prom AU. I highly recommend checking it out if you haven’t. Spiderman has always been my favorite Marvel superhero since I am a comic nerd so naturally I am obsessed with Spidey-Prom. Sorry guys, couldn’t help it. *shrugs*

Tagging: @batarangtotheheart, @sweetchocobae, @destiny-islanders, @lulie-chan

Words: 2,855

Being bitten by a spider exposed to the OZ Compound wasn’t something on Prompto Argentum’s bucket list, but here he was, staring at the back of his right hand. The bite looked like any other spider bite, but this one seemed more red and itchy than the average. A quick tour around the labs of Insomnia Industries gave Prompto the perfect photo opportunity for some pictures with the machinery and serums. But that tour led him to where he was right now after said spider crawled onto his hand from his camera after descending from the ceiling above. 

He thought it would go away after a few days. But after realizing his once not-so-perfect vision was now perfect (he put his glasses on and it was like static invaded his eyesight) and nearly hurling his lamp out his bedroom window when his hand was suddenly stuck like glue to the switch, he figured that it was more than just a normal spider bite. He soon put his theory to the test and tried out every quality he knew a spider possessed. Crawling on walls? Check. Superhuman agility and senses? Double check. Needless to say, Prompto was quite freaked out.

“What are you?” He murmured, his attention never leaving the bite.

“Hey Prompto!” Noctis Lucis Caelum–son of Regis Lucis Caelum and nephew to Ardyn Izunia, owners of Insomnia Industries–called out to his blond best friend, who was currently putting stuff in his locker.

Prompto closed the locker just as Noctis rose his hand to clap his best friend on the back. Right as Noctis started to swing his hand down, Prompto felt a tingling sensation at the base of his skull. Time seemed to slow and his mind was sent racing. His body moved before he could even process it and before he knew it, Noctis slammed his hand into Prompto’s locker. He pulled his hand back with a pained expression and fought back a scream.

“Ow! Have you been taking lessons on how to improve your reflexes, dude?”

Prompto chuckled and scratched the back of his neck. “Something like that.”

Noctis shook his injured hand a bit before composing himself as best as he could. “So, ignoring that weird mishap… wait, where are your glasses?”

Prompto mentally slapped himself as he rummaged through his backpack and put his glasses on, his vision immediately becoming clouded to the point where he could barely see Noctis’ face. “Thanks dude! I thought I was forgetting something!”

Noctis stared at him for a bit before shrugging. “Anyway, are you up for hanging out at the arcade later?”

“S-Sorry dude, I’ve got a load of work to get done for the Lucian Journal. You know how Dino is,” Prompto lied. In actuality, he wanted to hang out with Noctis, he really did, but he had to learn more about what’s been going with himself lately.

“Aw man. Oh well, just go into some weird coma and get it done using speed like Barry Allen.”

Prompto chuckled at Noctis’ joke and clapped him on the shoulder, only for his hand to get stuck to his shoulder. Noctis stared with one eyebrow raised as Prompto tried to pull it off without looking suspicious. When he finally did manage to detach his hand from his best friend, Prompto simply chuckled nervously.

“I think you spilt something on your coat, buddy,” He spoke. “Anyway, I should get going! Photography awaits!”

After making a mental note to change his prescription lenses to regular lenses, Prompto took his leave and left behind a very confused Noctis. He was passing by the trees in the courtyard when he ran into his other best friend, Lunafreya Nox Fleuret, daughter of Sylvia Nox Fleuret, President and CEO of Noxchem, and younger sister of Ravus Nox Fleuret. 

Noxchem was a multinational chemical corporation from Tenebrae that’s been run by the Nox Fleuret family for years. They’ve just recently combined with Insomnia Industries to band together to recreate the Super Soldier serum that was used for the Lucian Military back in the War of M.E. 674. So that meant that the Nox Fleuret family had to move to Insomnia if they wanted to recreate the serum easier.

“Hey Prompto!” Lunafreya beamed. “I just got you the coolest photo op ever!”

“I really wish I could take it, Luna,” Prompto rushed out, stepping around his friend. “But I’ve got tons of work to do for the paper.”

Luna groaned. “Oh come on! All Dino does is work you day and night! And when you finally show him an amazing photo, he marks it off as garbage!”

“Look,” Prompto sighed. “Dino Ghiranze isn’t the best boss in the world, I know, but I need this job if I plan on moving out after school is over.”

“Fine, but if you need any cool opportunities you know who to call.”


“Ha ha very funny,” Luna spoke, lightly punching his shoulder.

Prompto bid his friend farewell and left the school grounds. It became a routine for the past few weeks really. Going to school, praying to the Six that no one saw anything weird–well, weirder–going on with him, going home, and researching spiders and whatever Insomnia Industries revealed about the OZ Compound. He soon landed an interview with the Lead Chemist of Insomnia Industries, Ignis Scientia. Prompto told him that he was a scientist with a blog and wanted to share more of the compound with his readers, which was a flat-out lie. He merely wanted to learn more about the compound and figure out if he should be even more worried than he was.

The day of the interview came quicker than Prompto anticipated. He walked through the rotating glass doors of Insomnia Industries and tried his best not to gawk at the high ceiling, polished tile floor, light gray walls, and the glass chandeliers that hung high above everyone’s heads. He made his way over to the elevator and pushed the button that took him to the fifteenth floor of the twenty story building. The elevator dinged and he walked out, quickly making his way over to room 234 and pushing the door open. Sitting at the desk was a bespectacled man who was typing away at his computer. Prompto awkwardly knocked on the door frame and the man finally noticed him.

“You must be Prompto,” the man spoke with a diligent tone. “I’m Ignis Scientia, Lead Chemist of Insomnia Industries. I understand that you have some questions about the OZ Compound.”

Prompto nodded and sat down in the chair in front of Ignis’ desk after shutting the door. “I do. Are there any side effects for it? Like what does it do?”

“Jumping straight into it aren’t we? Well, the OZ Compound is supposed to give humans enhanced abilities, turning them into a super soldier of some sort, but so far there has been no success. There has only been one person to test out the compound, and that person is Mister Izunia himself. Poor man. He tried to make a point to Sylvia but, she nearly cancelled the partnership between our companies when she saw that there was no progress in the development.”

Prompto’s eyes widened. This could be the source behind his powers.

“Have you tested this compound out on animals?” He asked. “More specifically, spiders?”

Ignis’ eyes widened before he stood up and walked over to the door, locking it. He turned back to Prompto with stern eyes. “Were you bitten?”

“W-What?” Prompto stammered.

“We infused the OZ Compound with a spider a few weeks back, but it escaped. Were you bitten by it?”

Prompto didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want to lie to the man who A) has answers and B) could potentially help him through this. So he nodded.

“Incredible,” Ignis gasped. “What traits have you been showing?”

“So far? Enhanced senses and Wall-Crawling, along with this weird sense that I get when someone goes to touch me.”

“Wall-Crawling? Well, it seems as if the compound has passed along some traits of the arachnid class on to you.”

“Yea, I noticed.”

“I must inform Mister Izunia and Mister Caelum right away.”

“NO!” Prompto shouted. “I-I mean, no.”

“Why not?” Ignis asked with an incredulous look.

“I don’t want anyone finding out. Anyone else I mean. If people knew, I’d be used as some sort of test subject and seen as a freak at school. Please, don’t tell them.”

Ignis stared at him with a calculating look in his eyes before sighing. “Fine. But, I will have to tell my personal security guard. I have an idea for you in mind.”

Insomnia had a high crime rate, there was no doubt about that. The crime rate seemed to reach its peak at night though, always around midnight. The criminals in this city always preyed on the rich and defenseless, those who were both were considered to be a huge bonus. Unfortunately for Noctis, he was the next victim of a mugging.

The time was 1:15 A.M., it was a long day at Insomnia Industries and Noctis told his dad that he was going to walk home since he was getting tired. So he did, taking some alleyways as shortcuts. He was nearly home when a man clad in all black (including the cliche ski mask) stepped out from the shadows, pointing a pistol at Noctis’ forehead.

“I know who you are, Lucis Caelum,” the man spoke. “So let’s make this quick and give me all of your money.”

Noctis gasped in fear and backed away, his hands up to show that he was defenseless. “Listen! I have nothing!”

“Bullshit! You’re a rich daddy’s boy, you’re loaded! Now give me what you have!”

“I’m telling the truth I have nothing!”

The man turned the safety of his gun off right before the two boys heard a distant “YYYYAAAHHHHOOOOOO” ring out and proceed to get closer. The two boys turned their attention to where the sound came from and saw a man clad in red and blue. He wore a red sleeveless hoodie with a blue long-sleeve shirt underneath and red fingerless cotton gloves with two metal contraptions on both wrists. He also sported blue pants tucked into red calf-high socks and red shoes along with a red mask that covered his entire head. The only things that stuck out were the black and white make-shift eyes and black spider emblem on his chest. The weirdest thing? The guy was swinging into the alleyway. 

He seemed to have been new at his job (if you’d call it that) because his glee soon turned into panic as he flailed his legs around while screaming “BRAKES!” He crashed into the nearby brick building and fell to the pavement. He then stood up, a bit unbalanced.

“Okay!” He shouted. “Now THAT was a rush!”

Noctis and the mugger both shared the same incredulous expression before the weirdly dressed man tossed the lid of a metal garbage can at the mugger like it was a game of frisbee. It hit the mugger right on the head and the man laughed.

“Fore!” He yelled.

The man walked up to Noctis, ignoring the groans of the mugger as he held his future-swollen head. The man almost told Noctis his name but decided against that. 

‘What would he say?’ he thought. ‘You can’t just tell him your name. That bit is quite obvious, Prompto.’

“Who are you?” Noctis asked.

“I’m… uhh,” Prompto spoke from behind the mask, silently thanking the fact that Noctis didn’t know it was him. “Spider… Man…”

“Spider-Man?” Noctis asked with a raised eyebrow.


“Isn’t that pretty generic considering your… um, outfit…?”

Prompto looked down at what he was wearing and sighed. “I’m working on the costume…”

Noctis sighed and pulled a wad of cash out of his pocket. “Here, you’re probably expecting a reward.”

“No!” Prompto shrieked. “Keep your money! I don’t want it!”

“You don’t?”

“I saved you from someone trying to take it from you. You don’t have to pay me.”

Noctis stuffed the wad of cash back into his pocket and nudged his head in the mugger’s direction. “What are you going to do about him?”

Prompto waved him off. “The cops can come and get him. I’m new to this.”

“As if that wasn’t obvious,” Noctis thought.

“Well! I should be going! Nice meeting you, citizen!” Prompto shouted ecstatically and with a mock salute.

He shot his right hand out (his wrist bent and index and pinky finger extended) towards the top of one of the buildings around them and a string resembling a spider web shot out from the metal contraption on his wrist. He then tugged on the web and he shot up into the air, landing on the edge of the roof not-so-gracefully. 

“Spider what?” The gruff voice of Gladiolus Amicitia rang through Prompto’s phone as he walked through the halls of the school.

“Spider-Man,” Prompto sighed, a bit exasperated that Ignis’ security guard and his new combat trainer couldn’t get a simple name right.

“I would’ve went with something cooler, Web-Man.”

“It’s Spi-”

“HEY, ARGENTUM!” A booming voice sneered.

Prompto groaned and turned his attention down the hall, where he spotted the quarterback of the football team and his bully, Loqi Tummelt. Prompto quickly muttered a quick “I’ll call you back” to Gladio and hung up. He watched as Loqi walked over and towered above him with a smirk on his face.

“Who were you talking to, Loser? Your mother? Are you trying to get her to take you home?” He snickered.

Prompto did nothing but let him throw his insults at him. Loqi then raised his fist, ready to punch the living daylight out of Prompto. But just like with what happened with Noctis, the tingling at the base of his skull returned, time slowed down, and Prompto dodged Loqi’s punch before he could even process it. Loqi’s fist slammed into the locker with a loud bang and all noise in the hallway ceased to exist as all eyes were now on them.

“OW!” Loqi screamed, proceeding to turn to Prompto with anger in his eyes. “YOU’RE DEAD, FREAK!”

He threw another punch and Prompto dodged with ease. He threw another, Prompto dodged again. Every punch he threw Prompto would dodge like it was nothing. Soon he was backed against a wall and Loqi chuckled, hurling his fist back to throw the next punch as a crowd of chanting teenagers formed around them. But right as he threw it, Prompto jumped off from the wall and did a front flip over Loqi, landing perfectly on his feet behind him as he punched the wall and broke his hand. Prompto turned just as he felt the tingling sensation grow stronger. He caught Loqi’s other fist just inches of it colliding with his face. Loqi tried to move it but Prompto seemed to have superhuman strength, as Loqi’s fist was trapped in his grasp. The chanting turned into gasps as Prompto threw Loqi over his shoulder, slamming him onto the hallway tile.

Prompto took this as his chance to run. So he did. He ran out of the hallway and stopped once he reached the middle of the courtyard. He noticed that he wasn’t out of breath, so that confirmed his superhuman stamina. And that little stunt that happened back there confirmed his superhuman strength and superhuman reflexes. But what was that tingling sensation at the base of his skull that he got every time someone went to lay a hand on him? If it was a newfound power, then he better name it. ‘Spider-Sense’ will do the trick.

“CURSE THE SIX!” Ardyn screamed as he knocked over numerous vials of chemicals on his lab table.

He looked into a mirror on his wall and growled once he gazed into his own amber eyes. He hurled his fist back and punched the mirror, shattering it into pieces.

“You couldn’t even impress Sylvia Nox Fleuret with your chemical invention. No. Instead it had to BLOW UP IN YOUR FACE!” He continued. 

A ding coming from a nearby machine was heard. He walked over to it and open the small hatch, smoke pouring out from it. He smirked and chuckled to himself as he pulled out a small device shaped like a pumpkin with a standard Jack O’ Lantern carving.

“They’ll see. They’ll all see. No one will be able to surpass my beloved inventions. Especially my Pumpkin Bombs,” he spoke.

He turned to a glass case and gazed at the suit inside. It was purple and green with the purple consisting of a tunic, gloves, and boots as the green consisted of metal sleeves and pants. The most notable portion of the suit was the mask. It too was green and purple, but the green resembled that of a hideous mythical goblin while the purple was a standard elf hat. Below was metal glider colored a dark silver and a brown satchel just waiting to be filled with evil inventions.

Ardyn laughed once more. “Green Goblin will be unstoppable.”

Little Beasts and Where to Hide Them

Summary:  You may or may not be hiding something from your boyfriend.  Takes place between Day 11 and the After Ending.

Pairing:  Zen x MC/Reader

Genre:  Slice of Life; Fluff

Rating:  G

Word Count:  Approx. 1900

It was a lazy Saturday night.  Zen had been hard at work for over a month, leaving early in the morning and returning well into the night.  Your boyfriend’s career had definitely been picking up; for the past several weeks, he had been juggling film sessions with a new TV drama series, as well as doing a lot of commercials.  The downside was that you hadn’t seen much of him, lately, other than a goodbye kiss in the morning and maybe a midnight snack once he got home, although you called and texted each other often.  You were happy for him, of course, but he knew that you missed him.

So, tonight was going to be all about the two of you.  He finally had an evening off, and he was determined to spend it with you.  You had just eaten a lovely dinner, together, cooked by you but with prep help from Zen.  Now, you two were cuddling on the couch, rubbing noses and being generally affectionate.  It was a beautiful evening.

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enrimoe  asked:

What about 18 or 22 pleasee?? Thank youu

22 two miserable people meeting at a wedding au

they make her watch her planet’s destruction. madara takes her to the bridge and reminds her that she’s alive only because she is of royal blood and that this is what happens to planets that rebel right before ordering that the ion canon destroy her home. she cries, first from her own sorrow, but then when she feels the planet’s pain. sakura falls to her knees, feeling every crack and crumble run through her core until the fire sets in and she’s screaming. one of the guards slaps her for her insolence, but the pain is nothing in comparison to her home’s.

“get up,” the guard orders.

but sakura can barely hear him. her head is spinning and all she hears is a faint buzz. from the corner of her blurry vision, she sees the guard come closer, until someone else steps in between them.

she looks up through tear-filled eyes and before her stands madara’s heir.

“the princess is ill,” itachi tells them calmly enough. “like the rest of the royal family, she is tied to the planet itself. naturally its destruction has severely weakened her.” he turns to madara. “i take it she is free to leave now?”

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Life and Love both may seem like a maze but exploring is the only escape, that night, you’ve been through, when the nightmares bellowed deafeningly, that maybe just one night of the painful sort that, then, life had in mind, don’t grind your peace and turn blind. Instead, live and use all you were gifted with for the sun takes time to rise after a stormy night, but its all the more bright.

You never know how many similar nights the goddess, life, has in mind so welcome her with warmth exuberance and surprise that makes her think twice before she dawns on you,one of those abominable nights.

Don’t ask me how, for I’m myself a struggler, a sinner of time but one of those, who stopped pretending to be lost and helpless, long ago. Pain itself can be a sign.

Take the first step.