keep calm and stay a cloud

Power Rangers + Disabilities/Neurodivergencies

Ok, I’m not entirely sure if this is canon or not but I’m accepting it as. 

  • Jason: 
    • Physically Disabled. Through his right knee. It was mostly fixed after the whole Power Coin/Train Crash thing due to his Power Armor moulding itself inside him and into the bones there to help him move around better, like enough that he can walk around fine, but his knee still trips him up and fails him sometimes, and sometimes he struggles with it in battle. 
    • Bipolar Depressive Disorder: He goes through periods of hyperactivity followed by periods of hyper-lethargy, he feels like sometimes he’s thinking too much too fast and it can’t fit inside his head, sometimes becomes extremely irritated with one wrong word/sound/movement stimuli, goes for hours and hours while training and never considers himself tired until one of the other Rangers asks him to stop and when he does he finds himself near collapsing, is tired but suffers mild insomnia due to his thoughts constantly clouding his head, suffers despondency when reminded about his past mistakes, often to the point of catatonic, still is determined to never let this hurt the Rangers because he loves them too much. Jason is still the leader who would give anything and everything for the Rangers and who keeps their heads held high with pride and keeps them feeling safe in any situation.
  • Billy: 
    • Autistic. Sense of humor differs from other members of his team, he stays very calm under pressure and intensity except when in situations where his person or belongings are being messed with/threatened, infodumps, touch averse and is especially so if he does not know or trust person with whom is contacting him and or if it is not his choice, happy stims with clapping three times in a row, hyper focuses on one task at a time with an often contrary babbling line of speech to his task, special interest in art and mining. Billy is still the heart and soul of the Power Rangers with no exception, he is still the one the Rangers know would love them no matter what they do or say and he is still the one that everyone loves the most.
  • Kim: 
    • Depression. Suffers from dissociation so intense she sometimes cannot remember what really happened to her last week, constantly feels guilt bearing down on her from all sides, can be irritable when certain topics i.e. school or her old friends or her ex-boyfriends are mentioned, becomes so absorbed with confusion and concern about why she’ can’t focus that sometimes in school she can miss a whole lecture and this is why she never noticed Trini before, has had and even sometimes continues to have suicidal thoughts, suffers from mild insomnia from thinking about past mistakes. She still functions as the group’s baseline, what grounds them in reality, helps them build themselves up and tear their enemies down, is still the fundamental spitting image of teamwork, is still loved dearly by the other Rangers and loves the other Rangers dearly.
  • Trini: 
    • Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Suffers from intrusive thoughts that her parents won’t love her if she comes out to them and so no one else will love her either, wears a beanie to help stop her  trichotillomania compulsion, worries constantly about the other Rangers falling into harms way due to outside forces or even sometimes to herself, often leaps without thinking into a fight and has aggressive tendencies towards anyone who might be deemed a threat to herself or the other Rangers, can become stressed by the smallest sign of danger but reacts violently instead of timidly to it, can’t help but constantly feel that nothing she ever does is right and her routines i/e checking locks on her door and windows and counter her belongings incessantly to ensure they are still there is sometimes not even enough to drive away the feeling that she did something wrong and something is missing. Is still the second in command of the Rangers, is still the best combative of the Rangers by far, and is still the most protective of the Rangers especially when it comes to their habits and psychosis induced habits, and to her surprise, that protection is well returned from the other Rangers who would rather die a horrible death than have Trini feel her routines and habits are unnecessary or stupid.
  • Zack:
    • Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder. For the life of him cannot focus on only one thing for any amount of time and must have one or two other things as background stimuli to help with it, follows short and concise and numerous directives very well, has trouble finding a purpose or motivator in doing anything not related to immediate survival, when thinking about his mother’s condition or any other situation he views as hopeless he can become crushingly depressed, concept of time passing is skewed so he has to wear a watch with an alarm at all times to keep track of his day, after extended periods of nonverbal answers and responses to social interactions can have extreme emotional outbursts and this is especially true when he feels his freedom is threatened but finds himself completely over it within a few minutes, leaps without thinking into life-risking situations that make him feel euphoria i.e. driving the Zord before Morphing,  growing up he had difficulty making and maintaining close personal relationships with the exception of his mother out of a self-preservation instinct. Zack is still the voice of the team, he keeps them laughing no matter what and he keeps the tension between them all at a minimum, because yes it’s Zack who they might have a problem with but Zack can help them get over the problem in a matter of minutes, whereas if it were two other Rangers fighting the fight might go on for days due to stubbornness and pride. Zack keeps the Rangers on good terms.
  • Tommy: (In this imagining Tommy is a Native American girl.)
    • Physically Disabled. Once the soccer star of Angel Grove, who got into a hiking/rock climbing/car accident and lost her left leg from the knee down, Tommy Oliver, the cocky badass who’d do stunts that would put Zack Taylor to shame, still finding ways to do them after getting her prosthetic. And then once she becomes a Power Ranger, she doesn’t necessarily need the prosthetic anymore because she’s got a fucking COOL ASS prosthetic made from her Power Armor there now that looks like two green dragons curled together with their heads bowed together meeting at her knee, and because it’s her Power Armor it moves with her perfectly in synch after she gets the hang of it. And just like Jason, she still struggles with it in battles sometimes but it also has the cool ability to do things like TURN INTO A FUCKING SWORD. (Anyone remember the Gazele girl from Kingsman?) Tommy is still the Ranger that keeps them focused, keeps them driven and keeps them working on the task at hand.
All Coming Back to Me

A/N: This was written for @girl-next-door-writes 500 followers celebration challenge. I’ve been working on this for a while, but I’m still not entirely happy about it, I just have to post before I scrap the whole thing. Anyways, feedback is always appreciated. Betaed by the awesome @thorne93.  

Prompt: It’s All Coming Back To Me - Meatloaf

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff, language, Dean being a dick for a moment.

Wordcount: 3190

The GIF i recieved as a prompt. It fits in with the first flashback, but my computer is being stupid and it wont let me move it. 

Originally posted by deangifsdaily


Dean Winchester and I have known each other almost all of my life. Our fathers were both hunters and sometimes I would stay with the Winchesters or Sam and Dean would stay with us. We were in our teens the first time we slept together, Dean was eighteen, I was sixteen. Our relationship, if you can call it that, evolved from there, but we were never exclusive, we never had any conversations about what we were.

Over the years we grew closer, and when Sam left for Stanford, and John and Dean had a falling out, Dean came to find me. He cruised up our driveway and asked me to come with him, told me it would be him, me, the open roads and whatever cases we wanted to take. I didn’t even hesitate to jump in that shiny, black Impala of his and leave everything I knew behind. I was a good hunter, but I had never been hunting without my dad, and he was not pleased with me when I left.

For a while it was great. We hunted monsters, we helped people, and we saved lives. The adrenaline was taken out in between the thin sheets of whatever motel we were staying at.

Dean and John made up at some point and I was sure he would go running back to his father, but to my surprise he stayed with me. John was not happy about it, but after some convincing, he let Dean do his thing, with the promise that they would check in with each other every once in awhile.

Keep reading

4

05/04/2017 (08:00PM - 08:30PM) (Thursday) : IN THE SEASON 2 FINALE, A VIOLENT TORNADO HITS CLOUD 9
Everyone in the store is on edge as Glenn (Mark McKinney) tries to figure out which employees to lay off. <b>Jonah (Ben Feldman) struggles with the fallout of an admission he made to Amy (America Ferrera)</b>, Garrett (Colton Dunn) and Dina (Lauren Ash) spar, and Mateo (Nico Santos) forms an alliance to keep his job. Meanwhile, a tornado warning goes into effect at the worst possible time, forcing the staff into uncomfortable pairings. Nichole Bloom also stars.

*insert the office ITS HAPPENING EVERYONE STAY CALM gif*

calming sleepy playlist

for everyone who is unsettled to help them get some good rest tonight here are some songs I love and are all on spotify to help you get through tonight. I love you & stay safe. (p.s I tried to keep them soft & calming but not sad. also I’m puttng a lil ^ mark if it’s one of my favorite songs) 

  • Machine - Scott Helman 
  • Porcelain Skin - Captain Dipper & The Strawberry Girl
  •  All Is Well - Austin Bashman 
  • Can’t Help Falling In Love - Haley Reinhart 
  • Be Still - Canyon City 
  • First Day Of My Life - Bright Eyes 
  • Elysium - Bear’s Den 
  • Above The Clouds Of Pompeii - Bear’s Den 
  • Can I Stay - Ray LaMontagne 
  • Cherry Wine - Hozier 
  • Home - Gabrielle Aplin 
  • Flume - Bon Iver 
  • River and Spout - Rusty Clanton 
  • From Gold - Novo Amor 
  • The Safety Dance - Sleeping At Last 
  • Flightless Bird, American Mouth - Iron & Wine 
  • Such Great Heights - Iron & Wine 
  • Northern Wind - City and Colour 
  • The Moon Song - Karen O 
  • When I Go - Slow Club 
  • Leaves In The River - Sea Wolf 
  • Angela - The Lumineers 
  • Charlie Boy - The Lumineers
  • Collide - Howie Day 
  • Banana Pancakes - Jack Johnson 
5

Hi anon,

I really hope i didn’t fail you in this one, I’ve been so busy with college, but I promise to make better commitments. I will post again soon! And I promise I will get to all the messages. Thank you so much for this request, I really loved the creativity of it and the direction/plot!

Enjoy !

xx

You Are Good:

There was a rumble off in the distance, a thunderstorm between the trees. You waited for half a breath, eyes scanning the tree tops and blurred horizon line. For a moment nothing happened, the entire forest silenced itself. Then the thunder rumbled again, shaking the earth with such force the air around you vibrated too. You could feel the air, the sudden pressure of gravity like a it was a tangible force weighing on your shoulders. 

Keep reading

Going back

Newt x reader. Newt and the reader are married. They are at hogwarts giving a talk on the book. Some of the older male students have a shine to the reader. One of them even push her against a wall while trying to touch her. Protective Newt

 masterlist

 

Originally posted by hardyness

 

Memories came flooding back to Newt, as you Walked along the familiar corridors, running his long fingers over the rough stone walls, the smell of parchment and candle wax, still hung in the cool air. Y/n and himself had been invited by the headmaster to give lectures to each year during their care of magical creatures classes.

To keep the students from becoming too bored Newt would bring out a few of the creatures that the ministry had deemed appropriate; newt however, never being a stickler for rules included a couple of his beasts that he thought were more than suitable.

Throughout the talks he would have picket on his shoulder or in the breast pocket of his tweed jacket if the timid creature was feeling a little shy. A diricawl would poof about the classroom in a cloud of feathers, while a fire crab scuttled its way across the front desk. A puffskein making a nest in y/n’s hair, while she held onto a murtlap, keeping him calm by tickling the sea anemone like appendage on his  back. Newt had also wanted to bring out the occamy but with some reasoning from y/n, she had persuaded him to leave them in their nests.

The pair of you were heading to your final talk with the seventh years, before you headed back home. During your stay at the castle a handful of the boys had taken a bit of a liking to y/n, newt found this wildly amusing, desperately trying to hold in his laughter as his wife politely turned down each and every offer, made by the teenagers, before hurrying her way back to Newt, grabbing his arm, as he placed a quick kiss to the top of her sweet smelling hair.

Newt’s favourite so far was a rather timid second year, who had offered her a bouquet of posies and a bow before sprinting away from her, as though she would eat him. She had giggled and with a cheeky smile, told him that the boy reminded her of somebody. He rolled his eyes as he placed one of the dainty flowers in her hair, with a peck on her nose.

Throughout their final talk Newt noticed one boy in particular starring at his wife, like a predator would stare at its pray, hungrily undressing her with his eyes, occasionally making comments under his breath. Newt continued with the lecture, trying to ignore the boys deplorable behaviour, glancing back to y/n every so often, just to make sure that she was alright.

Clearing his throat a little Newt announced “Now some clever beasts prefer witches, as opposed to us bumbling heavy handed wizards, so I’m going to stop rambling and pass you on to Mrs Scamander, who is something of an expert on such wonderful creatures.’ As Newt guided her to the front, from where she had been leaning on the on the teachers desk, taking the murtlap from her caring hands.

She took the chalk from its little shelf on the edge of the board and began her diagrams of a unicorn. Newt was entranced as she expertly sketched and explained excitedly, her beautiful eyes lit up, her hands waving about as she spoke. He couldn’t help but smile at her enthusiasm, his heart swelling with love for this fantastic woman, her kindness and enthusiasm for life and adventure.  

She closed her lecture with a ‘thank you’ and a nod of her head, her bright smile never leaving her lovely face.  

As the care of magical creatures professor dismissed the class, and the students began to file out. Newt noticed the boy from earlier approaching his wife, a hungry look in his eyes. Not wanting to assume the worst of somebody, Newt calmly made his way to the diricawl, tucking it under his arm and making his way to the case, so he could pop the bird back snugly into his home.

As he drew himself back up from his crouching position, out of the corner of his eye he could see the stocky teenager trapping y/n between the chalkboard and his large frame. Newt hurried his way to her, his blood boiling in his veins, his lips set in a thin line, as he grasped the back of the teenagers collar and practically dragged him back. “I wouldn’t if I was you’ Newt almost growled as he towered above him, the boy smirked ‘I don’t even know what she’s doing with someone like you, she could do much better selling herself on street corners’ the boy spat back. Newt pulled on his collar, snapping his head back forcing him to look him in the eyes, which he was certain were filled with darkness and hatred for this waste of a human. “you dare try another trick like that again, and you’ll wish you’d never been born’ Newt hissed through clenched teeth, as the case emitted hoots, raws and growls, vibrating on the wooden floor where it sat.  

‘Newt please’ he felt a light touch on his arm, bringing him back to reality and out of the cloud of red. He eased his grip on the collar, and the boy scurried away, with one last panicked look shot their way.

Newt enveloped her into a hug, burying his face in her hair, desperate to know that she was real and safe. “are you alright? I’m so sorry, I should have been paying more attention, I should have known he was going to do something from the way he was looking at you. I’m should have, I’m so sorry’ Newt’s voice was shaking, on the verge of tears.

She only hung on to him, clutching at his jacket as he continued to offer her as much comfort as he could. “thank you Newt’ she whispered shakily into his chest. Picket poking his head out of his little hidey hole and wandering his way down Newt’s arm, hopping up to her shoulder and hugging her cheek, where the beginnings of a smile were starting to grow.

 

Have a great day and be safe.

missingmywing  asked:

For your things to do: Would another Strifesodos dragon AU be okay? I have a deep seated love for fantasy. Assuming you haven't had you list filled up by others, of course!

This turned out to be a bit… of a thing. That is the best way to describe this. Thanks for giving me the prompt!


Cloud stared at the entrance to the labyrinth of mines on the outskirts of the small village, the mines were supposed to be home to some kind of monster that was causing problems for the owners of the large apple orchard.

Cloud had been hired to deal with the monster and though he hadn’t seen any hint of the monster, he was ready to enter the mines. He had enough supplies to at least find the monster and decide if it was something he could deal with on his own.

He took a steadying breath, stepping into the labyrinth and preparing himself for the unknown monster that lay within. He was armed with blade and materia, ready for anything that came at him.

He wasn’t expecting to find a slim young man huddled in what looked like a make shift reading nook deep within the mines.

He didn’t think the young man was expecting him either.

The man flinched harshly at the sight of him, pushing back into the earthen wall behind him. Cloud stared in shock at the slim form trembling against the wall, taking in the dirty skin and the torn pants, the other had been down here a while.

Keep reading

Groundcover

The false thunder
of the fireworks scared
a cloud from the sky and it took
shelter beneath our cherry tree.
The heat of the night was hushed
with its hiding. The stars
obscured by its blush.

My steps left stitched
rivers in the grass, a dark blue
among the perceived yellow of the lamp lit lawn.
The needles tickled my ankles and reawoke
the mosquito bites laced there
by other needles. In the darkness,
I stepped on what may have been sticks,
breathless now either way. I held my hands
in the universal sign for placation, for wild
animals you wish to approach in spite
of their wildness. Stay calm. Stay still.
Small cloud, low to the ground
and puffed with warm breath. Small cloud
keeping the starbursts from me–
red and blue explosions as ordinary
and impressive as plane flight.

We don’t need to look up tonight.
We can stay in the safety
of the cherry tree, huddled in the humidity
of closeness and sleeping wind.
There are small mushrooms growing orange here
at the base of the tree where the roots split into fingers,
holding the ground together. We can reach our fingers
down into possibly breathing things,
and follow the stitched steps back
to the surety of sidewalk once we’re free of fog.

colorado gothic
  • the mountains in the distance will never change their size on the horizon until you are in them and they are around you
  • always bring an umbrella and sunscreen, do not trust the news, they do not trust you
  • some people own farms in the city. bring them bread when you can. never tell them your name. never go inside their house
  • you will sometimes see foxes in the early morning when walking. they will greet you. do not return the greeting, but nod slightly, and do not keep walking until you can no longer see them
  • a distant friend or relative will tell you of an encounter they’ve had with a mountain lion. never speak to them again, mountain lions do not exist.
  • learn to do bird calls if you live outside of denver. do them every time you are walking outside before 6am. this will keep you safe.
  • marijuana dispensaries are common but you will never see someone enter them from the front, and if you do, it is not a real dispensary. avoid them at all costs.
  • there will always be someone wearing shorts while it is snowing. they know things that you do not.
  • however, if they are wearing shorts in the rain, avoid them. they are not to be trusted.
  • sometimes it will rain when you cannot see many clouds. take deep breaths and stay calm. do not forget your name.
  • if you are west of denver and east of the mountains, use the city to know which direction east is. do not use the mountains to tell which direction west is. only use the city.
  • colfax does not and has never existed, never believe anyone who tries to tell you otherwise. never drive on a street calling itself colfax.
  • there’s a guy on 16th street who has an afro and dresses like a robot. you can trust him. you can not know his name.
  • never take anything from the ground when you are on lookout mountain. even if the stones are pretty, they can not belong to you.
  • the garden of the gods is a cursed area and all who enter are doomed to discover who The True Gods are
  • there is a cave near one of the parking lots at Red Rocks. if you enter it, when you leave, you will not be in the world you started in. even if it appears the same.
  • colorado is not the shape the map tells you it is. it ends in the mountains for miles before returning. if someone tells you they live in the mountains never ask them to specify. only go to their house if they invite you specifically. bring your own drinks. come alone.

melanshi  asked:

ooo how about ladynoir and red!!

Red - Pirate AU - Ladynoir

Of course! Thanks so much! I love pirate AUs haha, and I love that ship so much. I hope you enjoy ~ ! ^^ 

Chat Noir sat on the rail of the ship, swinging his legs. The ship swayed back and forth with the waves. His crew had gone into the town to grab a few drinks and make some bargains, but he opted to stay behind and keep watch.

The sea was calm. Above, the sky was clear and free of clouds. A seagull circled in the air, its wings spread, white against the blue. Down below, the sea was a grayish color, and foam spayed as it hit the side of the boat.

There was a splashing noise, and Chat cocked his head, curious by the sound. A fish, perhaps? He waited for a moment, his cat ears flicking, but heard nothing else. Then another sound. This time he stood and drew his sword. He peered down at the waves and among the gray, he caught a flicker of color, something bright red.

Another splash. This time, he felt the droplets hit him. A small hiss rose in his throat, and he glared down at whatever was the source of the sound. Something popped out of the sea, and Chat’s eyes widened as he found himself staring at a woman, her lower half obscured by the waves.

She had black hair tied back in pigtails with red ribbons. Red scales adorned her eyes and ran down her arms. While he could not see her tail, her scales and red seashell bra gave her away as a mermaid. He’d only heard of her kind before, never having seen one in person, and his tail flicked.

“Hello there, little lady.” He smiled and ducked as she sprayed up droplets of water.

“You’re Chat Noir, the captain of this vessel, aren’t you?” He frowned for a split second but then regained his smile.

“That I am. Can I be of assistance?”

“You stole something from me, and I’d like it back.” She crossed her arms over her chest. Chat Noir frowned, his ears twitching.

“Oh? And what was that?”

“My earrings.”

Ah. From her red coloring, he could only guess she meant the red earrings one of his crew had found a few days back. They’d been washed up on the shore of an island, and they looked to be valuable. She must have either lost them or hidden them in the sand only for them to be discovered by his crew. And now she’d followed his ship in the hopes of getting them back. 

The mermaid was glaring at him, and he sighed. He supposed he could be difficult. Force her to give something to him before he gave them back or flat out refuse. But it wasn’t like her earrings were of much value, anyway. And she was rather cute.

“Fine, I’ll give them back. But first, a kiss.” The mermaid’s eyes narrowed, and he held up his hands, a small flush on his cheeks. “I jest. Here, take them.” He rummaged in the pocket of his coat for the earrings when there was a splashing sound and water sprayed up from the ocean. He jumped back as the mermaid appeared, clinging to the the rail. Her red tail dangled over the side of ship, unlike anything he’d ever seen before.

“If it’s a kiss you want, then fine. I will grant it.” She beckoned for him to lean down with one hand, the other still clutching the rail, and placed a kiss on the side of his cheek. He handed the earrings to her, a blush on his face, and she clutched them tightly in her hand before pushing herself off the ship’s side and letting go of the rail, falling back into the sea below with a splash. Her head once again emerged from the waves, and he watched as she fixed them in her ears. She ducked underwater and when she surfaced once again, he saw them dangling from her ears, bright red like her scales. Her blue eyes met his for a brief moment. 

Then, she ducked underwater and with a flick of her tail in what he hoped was a wave meant for him, disappeared from sight. Chat Noir blushed and rubbed the side of his cheek, in awe at what had just happened and not quite ready to believe it himself. 

“Farewell, my lady.” He whispered knowing she could not hear him, but hoping his words would reach her. “I hope we meet again.”

A Little Fall of Rain (Avengers x Reader)

Warnings: Angst, Mentions of a lot of blood, battle wounds, Reader Death (maybe anyway, it ends vaguely), Avengers family, A lot of crying, Not Beta Read

A/N: Despite my apparent writer’s block, this just came out once I heard the song and I’m sorry??? Apparently this is what happens when I listen to Les Mis. Like why did I even write this?? I’m tempted to do another part bc I hate sad endings lol.

Word Count: ~1324 (wow, this is like a drabble for me lol)

[Masterlist] | [Ao3 Link]


Originally posted by stuckinanightmarexx

You were surprised that you could feel the chilling drops of rain with how numb you were now. Everything had gone to hell in a handbasket, aliens once again raining down on not just the city of New York but all across the world. Fortunately for what was left of the Earth, the Human race had once again proven to be impossible to wipe out. You had won, the team had won, Earth was safe again for the time being.

But there was always a cost.

Keep reading

In My Arms

Prompt: Reader is traveling with best friend Newt and is captured by her brother, one of Grindelwald’s followers, and Grindelwald himself, only to be tortured and brought along with him to Credence when he is in the underground of NYC.


Warnings: torture, killing family in self defense


AN: I imagine Grindelwald to be a 1920’s version of Moriarty. Also, please feel free to request anything. I will have a list of prompts you can request up soon.


“Hey Frank!” You smiled at the gorgeous thunderbird. “It’s okay, Mummy’s here. But don’t tell Newt.” Placing your hand on his head, you thought about the dark storm clouds above him. What was the danger? Frank calmed down and nudged his head against your hand. “Hey, it’s okay. Tomorrow, we’ll be in America and on our way to getting you back home.


-


You made your rounds in the case as Newt carried you through the streets, someone needed to keep his (your) creatures calm. Too bad that Niffler couldn’t keep his promises to stay put while you checked on the babies. When you realized he had left, you accidentally cracked a vial of a residue of some sort given to you by a dying creature the two of you had found in the Nile. Some of it touched your hand and immediately vanished. You were able to put most of it in another vial and clean up what you couldn’t, though your skin soaked up a bit more. You hoped the side effects were thankfully minimal. Many hours had passed before Newt came in with the little jewelry thief.


“There he is! How many times have I told you that the only jewelry you can have is the stuff in the box I gave you. Hello Newt!”


Your smile melted as Newt’s face became angry. “Y/N! I thought you had them under control!” This was so unlike Newt. Sure, he’d snapped at you when he was frustrated or some search had not gone well, but he’d never looked at you with such anger.


Finally it clicked in your head. This wasn’t Newt. You flicked your hand (wandless magic was a pureblood family tradition, and probably the only one you were proud of), and Newt had changed into a person you could recognize anywhere. Your brother, Y/B/N, also known as one of Grindelwald’s highest ranking fanatics. “B-brother, Y/B/N, please leave them-”


“We aren’t interested in them or this Scamander fellow you love so much. We want you.”


“I won’t join in someone who kills innocents.”


“Join us, or I blow this case to pieces.”


You were in pain. Do you go against your morals or let them die? Your parents were the typical pureblood Slytherin and would have wanted you to give in, but since you and Newt had become such great friends, you had decided to follow your own moral compass. “Brother, I am sorry. Reducto!”


He was caught off guard. In the pureblood world, slaying one’s kin was the highest of offenses, akin to being a blood traitor, which you now supposed you were. But that was no longer your world. Y/B/N’s protego was too late and the spell broke through. As he crumpled, another took his place.


“Interesting. This one’s loyalty knows no bounds.” And that was the last you remembered before waking in a dark room, magically bound. “Now, what is such a powerful pureblood doing with those monsters and that muggle loving Hufflepuff? You could be even more powerful under me.”
The face, mostly covered in shadow, had a disgusting smile. You looked at him, glaring, and spat, “I have a heart and a soul. I would give anything for them.” It was true. Newt had saved you from the life of a pureblood princess and for that you owed him everything, no matter how much he denied it.


“Ah,” said the face, sickeningly sweet, “so you love them? Fine then. If you must sacrifice yourself, I am happy to oblige. Crucio!”


Pain which you had never even thought possible coursed through your body. The world lost focus and all you could hear was the spell over and over again. Your mouth wanted to fall open and pledge your allegiance to him, but you clamped it shut.


Newt and the creatures were obviously safe. Your family was safe. You couldn’t let them be harmed. So you held firm through the pain. The curse should have driven you mad, perhaps it already had, maybe you already were, but something had started to block it out. It must have been that vial that broke right before your brother had come; it must have spell resistance properties. Thank goodness you had been able to save most of it.


Finally, he stopped the spell. “You will follow me, remain safe, and completely invisible.” You didn’t know what spell he had use, but you could still think properly so it wasn’t the imperius. It wasn’t until MACUSA’s aurors tried to kill Graves that the effects of what was in the vial fully presented themselves and threw off the spell.


Once you had full use of your legs again, you ran to Credence to try and separate him from the Obscurial. Newt hadn’t noticed you yet, and you hoped he wouldn’t. You didn’t want him in any more pain. With a flash, you had separated it (why Grindelwald hadn’t stolen your wand, you didn’t know) and started to contain it before there was a crack and you had been thrown against the wall.


You woke up to Newt at your side, your body having taken the blow for Credence. “Y/N, p-please, please b-be o-okay. I-I can’t l-lose you.”


You turned to his voice. “N-Newt?” It hurt to talk. You tried opening your eyes, you knew you had, but you couldn’t see. “N-Newt where are you? I-I can’t see you. W-what have you done with him? Where’s Newt?” You were so scared. He was family, more than that if you had ever cared to be honest with yourself. He couldn’t be gone.


“Y/N, oh sweetheart, I am here. Shh, it will be alright.” Someone lifted you up, hopefully Newt.


“Heal her. She saved your lives today, saved the life of this poor boy. Please, heal her!”


“I’m sorry Mr. Scamander. She got-”


“No you will heal her. She’s been kidnapped and by the look of it, t-t-t-tortured.” He struggled to get the word out. How could anyone have hurt you, his precious Y/N?


The President relented, to everyone’s surprised. “And due to her heroism, we will overlook your association with a No-Maj.” A healer came to take you from Newt’s arms and it was all he could do to not freak out. You squeezed his hand gently. You knew you’d be okay.


-


It was months before you were well enough to return to England. The curse had taken a toll on your immune system, and it had taken several medicines and spells and potions to get it to work properly again. But you were back. Back in London, and you were looking for Newt. While he wanted to stay, the Americans were still afraid of your creatures and didn’t want Newt or his case to stay for long. So he had to leave.


You smiled as you thanked the bartender at the Leaky Cauldron, who always knew that it was a hot chocolate for you no matter the hour of the day. You had a slight chocolate addiction that was severely in withdrawal from the hospital. Now all you need was Newt. Newt and your family.


He came into the pub and Christmas came early. You got out of your seat and ran to meet him, pulling him into a tight hug. “I am so so sorry, I-”


To your surprise, he stopped your words with a kiss. He drew you into his arms even further and sighed, pulling back to whisper “Merlin, I love you.” Before kissing you lightly again. “And you’re finally home.”


“We’re in the Leaky Cauldron.”


“Yes, but you’re with me, in my arms, where you belong.”


You were surprised at the boldness of your Newt. But the blush on his face showed that it was still him. “In your arms? Are you ready for this Scamander?” Your tone was light but you still worried.


He kissed you once more, impossibly soft, leaving you wanting to beg for more. “Y-yeah. I am. You’re home, in my arms.” You leant your head and sighed. You were home.

there’s this crazy gray cloud hanging over my head in south florida nowadays. this shit is real i can feel it following me. i’m so exhausted of this space& i can’t wait to leave. it’s kinda crazy, the most elaborate unlucky things keep happening but i’m trying to stay optimistic. landing in california wednesday night. los angeles always calms me the fuck down and makes me forget the shit i stress about at home. ima smoke myself into a weed coma forreal lol. i hope this trip goes well. i’m turning 23 on saturday too (riley told me that’s the number of manifestation). seeing frank erykah and archy live. homeshake too! all on my birthday. fuck. it feels like i put this together with my mind somehow. but all of the negativity surrounding it feels like a manifestation as well. if that’s true then that really makes me want to reconsider a lot of things in my life overall. i told shayla i might not come back to miami after this. i might just stay in los angeles and see what happens. i don’t know what’s going to happen next but i’m gonna try my best to hang in there and manifest these dreams no matter what.

anonymous asked:

How each of the Varia would react if they found out their partner was the new cloud of the varia.

Xanxus:  As you dodged the flying bottle, you tried to figure out how this was your fault.  “I thought you knew,” you shouted at Xanxus, sending a glare as you narrowly missed the flying object.

Why the fuck should I know something like that?” Xanxus snarled back, contemplating about pulling out his guns.  Those would teach you to never hide something from him again.

Because you hired me!” you yelled back, eyeing the way his hands were straying towards his holsters.  This caused him to pause for a moment, trying to remember if this was true or not.  “You were probably too drunk to remember it,” you mumbled, not letting him hear.

Whatever, scum.  Get me some more whiskey.“  Xanxus said, definitely not pouting over the fact that you were right.  ”And make it quick.“

Squalo:  ”VOOOIIIIIIII!!!!  What do you mean you’re coming with us?!  Don’t be ridiculous, trash.  You’re staying here.“  Squalo roared at you as you started to suit up.

I don’t think Xanxus would appreciate that,“ you commented dryly, going about arming yourself.  ”After all, he did hire me to be the new Cloud.“

Squalo gaped for a solid 20 seconds.  ”VOOOIIIIIII!!!  What the fuck are you talking about?“ 

You rolled your eyes, and held up your hand, allowing him to see the Varia ring adorning your finger.  ”I’m your new partner, dumbass.“ 

Squalo was strangely silent for most of the mission, only speaking to you when absolutely necessary.

Levi:  Levi was the one who convinced you to talk to Xanxus about becoming the Cloud Guardian.  After seeing you fight after an attempted mugging, he had started training you.  Once you had reached an acceptable level, he brought you before the Varia leader and you interviewed.  “Interviewed” meaning Xanxus started shooting at you and you ended up being chased by a liger at one point…but you passed.

Excited, you went to the training fields to tell your boyfriend.  You preened in front of him, showing off the ring.  As soon as he opened his mouth though, you nearly used your flames and box weapon on his sorry ass.

Now we can protect the boss together.”

Lus:  “Oh, darling, are you sure that’s not too dangerous for you,” Lus started motherhening over you as soon as he found out.  Going around your body, trying to check for any injuries that might have appeared in between five minutes ago and him finding out you were the new Cloud Guardian.

Lus,” you said, trying to calm him down.  “I’m fine.  If I wasn’t good enough, I wouldn’t be on the Varia.   C'mon, I can handle myself.”

I know that, dear,” Lus said, now heading towards Xanxus’ office.  “But we have a rather bad history with Cloud Guardians and you simply can’t stay one.”

You were jogging to keep up with your partner.  “Lus.  Stop this right now.  I’ll be okay.  And anyway, I’ll have you to watch my back, right?”

Of course you will,” Lus said.  “Which is why I need to go deal with boss.”  You rolled your eyes, eventually your protective boyfriend would get it.

Bel:  “You know, for a genius, you can be kinda stupid,” you teased your boyfriend as he continued on for a third minute of silence.  “I mean, I did start staying in the Varia mansion, and I have to train everyday, and I’ve taken missions from Xanxus.”

But why didn’t you tell the prince,” Bel pouted.  After finding out you were the new Varia cloud guardian when the two of you had overlapping missions, he had started going on about how you had betrayed him.

I thought you knew,” you told him, watching tv, no longer interested in your boyfriend’s dramatics.  “I mean, it wasn’t like it was a secret or anything.”  Apparently, Bel did not appreciate your somewhat flippant tone.

Ushishishi,” Bel’s laugh made you take notice.  “I think the kouhai needs to be taught a lesson about respecting royalty.”

Fran:  I did not see this coming,” Fran commented tonelessly as he caught sight of the ring on your left hand. 

You laughed at your boyfriend.  “Why do you think that I started hanging around here?”

Because of the good company,” Fran said, causing you lose control of yourself.  Rolling on the floor laughing, you struggled to breathe.

The company?  Are you kidding me?  You’re all a bunch of psychopaths.”  Not even able to pull yourself onto the seat, you slouched against the couch.  Offended, Fran left the room.  But you knew he’d be back. 

Request: Meant to Be

Request: Hi can you write a dean imagine where the reader gets really hurt on a hunt and dean is with her comforting her and tells her she is going to live but she doesn’t believe him and then when she gets really close to dying he confesses his feelings to her and tells her about the life their gonna have when she gets better. And then she dies and dean is crying and says how they’re supposed to end up together and that he loves her. Sorry this is so long and specific! Thank you sooo much!Love your blog

Word Count: 608

Here it is! I hope you like it, and thank you so much!

Warning: Slight blood, reader death.

It’s the last thing you expected. You’d been told, four vamps in a nest.

Four heads lie on the floor. Job done, right? Apparently not, you discover, as another vampire cones flying at you. You don’t have time to react as it takes a chunk out of your chest. A strangled cry emerges from your throat as you fall to the ground, staring at the spreading crimson stain.

The vamp’s head hits the floor before it has time to clean your blood from its mouth, and suddenly, Dean’s cradling you.

“Y/N! Y/N, talk to me.”

“Dean…” You whisper, and his hand presses over the wound.

“Okay, you’re there. Look at me,” He stares at you, his face illuminated even in the darkness, “You’re going to be absolutely fine, alright?”

You laugh quietly, as much as you can manage. You’re quickly losing blood, “I’m not getting out of this one, I think.”

“Bullshit.” He says instantly, applying more pressure to the wound, ignoring your cry of pain. “You’re going to be fine. Just stay calm, okay? Keep your pulse low.”

“My pulse isn’t doing so well.” You chuckle, and he frowns.

“That isn’t funny, Y/N.”

Suddenly, a black mass clouds your vision and you feel like you’re falling.

“Stay with me!” Dean yells desperately, giving you a soft shake. Everything comes back into focus. You’re slowly numbing, unable to feel your toes.

“Look at me,” He whispers, coming close to you. “I need to tell you something, okay? So concentrate on me. No leaving me alone.”

You nod weakly as his hand finds yours.

“Since I met you, I knew you were different. Other girls would practically fall at my feet, but you didn’t give a damn. I liked that. But then we were friends and hunting together, but I never forgot it. I always loved you, Y/N.” He says, tears gathering in his eyes, “That’s why you have to survive this and get better. You’re going to recover and I’m going to help you and then we’re going to be that couple that we always scoff at, all PDAs and cuteness. Like, human embodiment of a chick flick.”

You laugh, blood coming from your throat and dribbling down your chin. He wipes it away like it was never there.

“But we’re gonna escape this life, you and me, we’ll do it together.” He promises, tenderly brushing some hair from your face, “We’ll find a nice little house in a nice little town and we’ll have a little family, and a dog that’ll leap onto our bed in the morning and lick our faces until we wake up, and Sam’ll come every weekend and we’ll be a real family. We can get normal jobs, and be normal people and forget about all of this, and get to grow old together and watch each other’s hair go grey but it doesn’t matter because we’ll love each other.”

Tears are pouring down his face, and he doesn’t bother wiping them away. You cough, more blood erupting from your mouth. It doesn’t matter, your throat is clear.

Will all the willpower you have, you keep your eyes open.

“I love you too.” You whisper, and suddenly, there’s blackness as a breath rattles its way through your throat for the last time.

Dean lets out a loud sob, begging you to come back, for five more minutes. “No, no. It’s not meant to be like this! We’re meant to be together and be happy and…” more tears fall onto your lifeless form as he cradles you close to him, “I’m so sorry, Y/N. This is all my fault. I love you so much.”

felix imagine / ashes and wine


hey there, loves! sorry i’ve been so inactive! there has been a lot going on in my life, so i haven’t had time to write! anyway, here’s a little short felix imagine! the requester asked that this be based off of the love triangle between damon, stefan, and elena in the vampire diaries, and while i only watched season 1 and a couple episodes of season 2, i hope i got this right! anyway, the title is based off of a song that was actually in the vampire diaries (the season 2 scene with elena and damon on the porch)! i’ll link the song below so you can listen to it, but i hope you enjoy this!

reminder that felix imagine requests are closed! peter pan requests are open, however!

prompt: here

title inspiration: here

requested by: panlixdreamsforeverwithlostboys

—–

Birds chirp in the Neverland breeze, the trees swaying to the wind, leaves slowly falling down, landing gracefully onto the ground where your gentle footsteps step on them, releasing a soothing crunch. Felix’s hand intertwined with yours, his warmth radiates around you, contrasting the crisp coolness of the air surrounding you. The two of you walk hand-in-hand through Neverland’s forest, admiring the beautiful scenery. From the way the trees move, the wandering animals, the birds’ melodies, everything in the forest simply relaxes you, especially when Felix stands by your side.

A strong wind blows past, sending a shiver down your spine, as you instinctively cross your arms to warm yourself, letting go of Felix’s hand in the process. Felix’s arm finds its way around you, attempting to keep you warm, your eyes looking up towards the boy, his hair moving with the wind.

“You okay, (Y/N)?” He asks, concern in his voice. You nod before he gently kisses the top of your head, and though it’s a small gesture, you appreciate more than you can put into words.

“Yes, (Y/N), are you okay?” A familiar voice calls, as you reflexively turn around, only to be met by Peter Pan himself, a sinister smile pressed on his face, his arms crossed.

“Fine, thank you.” You snarl, showing your dislike for the boy by the tone of your voice. Though he is attractive, his selfish ways draws you away from him, but it is clear Pan has a thing for you: his constant need to talk to you, the way he tries to get near you. Felix always gets between the two of you whenever Pan decides to come too close, however, which you always appreciated in him. He’s always there for you, and you can’t help but fall in love with him.

“No need to be like that, (Y/N). I’m just here to say hello.” He walks up to you, taking single stride before he stands only an inch away from you, his finger lifting your chin up to meet eyes with him as his other hand reaches for your waistline.

“That’s enough, Pan.” Felix growls at Pan, startling the boy, as Felix typically keeps a nonchalant attitude, staying relatively calm, especially with Pan around.

“Alright, Felix. Whatever you say.” Pan instantly disappears with a single wave of his hand, leaving behind a cloud of smoke.

“Are you okay?” Felix asks, staring at you with his bright blue eyes, his scar apparent across his face.

“Yes, Felix. I’m okay.” You reply, giving him a quick smile before he kisses you gently, his soft lips against yours as he places his hand on your waist. He releases from the kiss and mutters under his breath:

“I love you, (Y/N).”

—–

request a peter pan imagine here

Elijah Mikaelson - Werewolf Bites

Prompt: Heh, can I be a bother and request another Elijah one shot please? 49 + 45 from the prompt list? :) xx 

 There were werewolves everywhere. It was pitch black but you could smell them, you could hear every breath they took, every sound they made. There was just one thing; you hated werewolves. They’re basically glorified puppies every full moon but this wasn’t a full moon. So obviously, it had something to do with Klaus’ deal with the pack in Bayou. You were up almost immediately, your hand wrapped securely around a man’s neck. In the darkness, their eyes were glowing like demons wrapped in smoke. A growl ripped through the room, signalling some sort of fight. You felt the werewolf go limp in your grasp, the bones in his neck crushed between your grip. 

 "Y/N.“ A familiar voice called out. You blinked, suddenly standing in the centre of the room again, consumed in darkness. “Y/N?” Elijah’s voice called out, echoing through the compound. “Answer me, Y/N!” He insisted, his voice getting louder before he appeared in the doorway, the lights from the opposite room surrounding his silhouette. The light flickered on and you had to blink at how harsh it was. His warm eyes swept across the corpse covered floor, taking in the sight of hearts, blood and bodies decorating the carpet until his eyes flicked up to meet your own. He looked at you in shock, since you were also covered in blood. Before he could jump to conclusions or even say anything about the litter of werewolf bites coating your body, you put your hand up to stop him. 

 "Whatever you’re going to say… Calm down, I look much worse than I feel.“ You stuttered, stepping forwards slightly, your balance wavering. Elijah was at your side in a second, his hand grasping your arm, keeping you steady. "What happened, Y/N?” He asked, placing a hand on both of your shoulders. “Well I was asleep because.. Because it’s 3 am and then- werewolves were everywhere.” You answered, frowning. 

Nothing made sense, your head was clouded and foggy and you had no idea what was up or down. He sighed, cupping your face in his palm before ushering you towards the doorway. “I should’ve stayed.” He muttered regretfully, shaking his head. You tripped, nearly falling over one of the bodies that you had obviously helped put there. He caught you, his suit clad arms holding you up bridal style. 

 "I’m okay..“ You began, rubbing your face with your hand before you realised that your fingertips were slathered in blood too. You looked up at him, your reflection in his eyes almost scaring yourself. Your eyes were the only light on your face, the rest coated in red. As he walked, you noticed the bite on his neck and the blood on his collar that ran down the front of his shirt. He also had tears in his clothing, his hair an uncharacteristic mess. You couldn’t be sure if the blood staining his skin was from the supernatural beings he had killed or the ones that you had. He was sweating too, the venom of the werewolves taking a toll on him already. 

You pushed against his chest weakly as you got closer to the bathroom. "Why are you pushing me away?” He asked, using his back to shove open the door. It was dark and the lack of lights in the bathroom would’ve almost been eerie if the worst hadn’t already happened. “You’re hurt.” You replied as he gently lowered you to the ground, not letting go of you as if you falling would break you into a million pieces. 

Your fingers skimmed the nasty bite, the only sign of discomfort being Elijah’s pained expression. He grabbed your wrist, lifting up your arm and examining at least 2 bites that were festering in your skin. “I can’t die though, Y/N.” He said softly, wincing as he pulled your t-shirt over your head, some of your torso still covered in blood despite the clothing. He stroked your face lightly with his hand, smiling with an unreadable expression. “I’ll take care of you, Y/N; I’ll keep you safe. I’ve got you.”

"Listen to my heartbeat" - M.C

If you absolutely could not sleep, Michael would be there 100% because we all know that Mikey himself has trouble sleeping and he wouldn’t want his baby to struggle with the same thing because he knew how frustrating it was. He wouldn’t care if it meant you waking him up at ungodly hours of the morning or if he couldn’t fall asleep afterwards, he’d sit up and push the hair out of your face, “can’t sleep sweetheart?” and you’d nod your head almost in tears because of the frustation. He’d cup your face, “hey, you’re going to fall asleep okay? don’t be upset. I know what it’s like and I’m going to fix it.” So he’d lay back down on his back and pull you on top of him running his fingers through your hair, one hand would stay in your hair and the other would be at your back. “first of all, calm down, breathe slowly” and you’d take a deep breath. “now, listen to my heartbeat, nothing else, focus on it.” and you’d do so, soon realizing how comforting it actually was. “keep listening and think about something warm and soft, a cloud maybe” and his arms would slowly begin to wrap around your body tightly. You would keep listening to his soothing heartbeat and thinking about him and how warm his arms were and how at home you felt in them. Soon enough you could feel your eyes getting heavy. Michael would kiss your forehead sweetly, “goodnight babygirl, I love you so much.” He’d whisper after you had fallen asleep.


all credit this twitter acc