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Super self indulgent but man this made me happy to draw, I hope it makes some of you happy today too ^ ^

Thank you everyone who played my Valentine’s Day Game! The event is now closed, thanks for participating!! <3


Explanations/headcanons beneath cut!


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The Doomsday Clock was created in 1947 to representing how close we are to a global catastrophe. It’s maintained by the members of The Bulletin of the Atomic Scientists’ Science and Security Board.

The group of scientists, including 16 Nobel Laureates, announced this morning that we have moved dangerously close to all-out disaster. The Clock’s recent advance to two and a half minutes means that scientists and experts agree that we are teetering on the brink of societal collapse or an apocalyptic scale nuclear war, which symbolically occurs at midnight exactly.

In the years since the Clock was created we have only been this close to midnight once, in 1953 when the Hydrogen Bomb was first tested. Further, the minute hand has only changed nineteen times since the Clocks creation.

This is not an announcement to take lightly or brush off – these scientists are all renowned geniuses in their respective fields and they have never been known to change the Time casually or without very strong reasoning.

To those that are sick of politics and don’t see the point in discussing the current state of the world: THIS is the point. THIS is the result of widespread apathy, lack of education, and disinterest in current events.

Once upon a time Rome was a magnificent and powerful empire, but it still crumbled to the ground at the peak of its glory. As an Archaeology student I can tell you that those who fail to learn from history are doomed to repeat it.

The final sentence in the Doomsday report this morning gave a warning, “Wise public officials should act immediately, guiding humanity away from the brink. If they do not, wise citizens must step forward and lead the way.”


Our first look at Emily Blunt and Lin-Manuel Miranda in Mary Poppins sequel, ‘Mary Poppins Returns’

Mary Poppins Returns sees Emily Blunt take over from Julie Andrews as the film’s iconic lead, flashing forward to the era of the Great Depression and a now grown-up Jane (Emily Mortimer) and Michael (Ben Wishaw) Banks, alongside Michael’s three children.

After a tragedy which leaves their lives completely bereft of joy, the Banks’ former nanny makes a return visit, with the help of lamplighter Jack (Lin-Manuel Miranda).

Keith + the prospect of being the leader.

/  i just want to talk about keith + leadership in terms of his own perception and how he may progress in s3. this is a passing discussion, there’s a whole lot i want to go more extensively into at some point. let me just preface by saying this is a discussion focusing mostly on keith’s own mindset, and i am assessing things as critically and objectively as i can here from the information we’ve been presented with and what we know about this guy so far. 

okAY let’s go!! the thing is that arguably and from what we’ve seen thus far and how keith behaves the only person keith will listen to about shiro is shiro himself. that has a lot of implications for the future. but anyway yea. throughout s2e1 especially we can see just how much keith respects shiro. it’s not putting shiro on a pedestal or idolising him. he cares deeply for this person, will follow them anywhere, do whatever it takes for this person. which also coincidentally does include piloting the black lion, admission he’s not shiro - keith is his own person and that’s okay - but when it comes down to Crunch Time there’s no messing about this is it and there’s no space to hesitate. 

keith sees shiro as a person that he admires and respects, a person who has been this unsuspecting anchor in his life. someone who has literally changed his life. shiro has so much gravity, is integral to his focus and a balancing out the chaotic turbulence in many senses. i mean tbh for me one of the most important canon lines keith ever says - honestly it’s right up there - is THIS.

firstly you can see the unguarded smile and appreciation for this. but also something else important is happening, keith is indulging the conditional + the past simultaneously - something he doesn’t often tend to do tbh. and he’s doing that willingly and so openly with a smile (if it wasn’t for you). he’s allowing himself to think about what’s come and what may be coming. in this moment keith is talking about something extremely personal, alongside showing his gratitude. i’m pretty sure the sheer significance of what keith is saying, how monumental a statement like that is doesn’t go amiss to shiro, which may be why it’s brushed over a little in favour of an easier conversation.

in general, like i’ve said before in many places, keith is a creature of the present and endurance - survival. shiro has helped him reach just a little further for horizons that were never even really seen before. not worth chasing, there’s no big aspirations or dreams. 

shiro offers him the opportunity to be a person and take a path he hadn’t even considered could even be there. to start something with new foundations. not to dream, or hope. to be

not to mention, the second time shiro brings up the subject of keith and leadership in s2e8, once shiro makes it clear if keith is to grow into this role he needs to focus and demonstrate his capabilities. keith backs down.

he doesn’t fight the words or dispute it. that’s what he has to do. there’s just too much to say to go into keith + the blade at this stage so i’m just going to forgo it. i do have a keith + BOM meta coming up. i’ll make sure i do a preface to it on this and a few other scenes i’ve been thinking about. 

back to the actual point: when it comes to taking on leading the team, there is absolutely no way keith is going to let it go and not step up to that task. i mean, we’re talking about someone who literally gets back up pretty much instantly whenever he’s knocked down [s1e10, s2e3, s2e8], someone who doesn’t quit. and it’s not bc he’s being selfish or wants the limelight of being the leader. it’s not anything like that. in his eyes, surrendering the position of leader would be an act of ultimate disrespect to shiro entirely. and to his own self - the person he is CAPABLE of being, that SHIRO thinks he is capable of being.  

that doesn’t mean he won’t have doubts. it doesn’t mean he won’t be feeling overwhelmed at times and lost in some respects. i mean he’s lost the most important person in his life, again. but he endures, he survives. and he endured. he survived out there in the desert. he knows he can work his way through it - given the situation and the fact shiro is gone he doesn’t have much of a choice. people are counting on him, they’re counting on each other. the longer he spends accepting that, the more time they waste, the more they stand to lose. including shiro. 

one thing keith does know better than anything is who he is, and what he’s about. confidence in his actions and self often can be misinterpreted, and his ability to be objective can be seen as detached and cold. both are far from the case. the way keith is perceived by others, set against how he can perceive people [1, 2] is so damn interesting and honestly i think i might save that for a whole new discussion. 

anyway, again: we’ve seen how keith operates in high pressure situations, and we see what he is prepared to do for the mission and shiro AND the team in general time and time again. he says it himself, and this is another line of keith’s i think is just so encompassing and important:

keith is all in. 

we know this, we’ve seen this. as aforementioned we see time and time again just how far keith is compelled to go for a cause. this is one hell of a cause. the universe and shiro. more than this, shiro’s words. and we also see how keith holds onto the words shiro gives him. he’s shown in s2e1 to be repeating shiro’s words to himself, and again in s2e1.

also. i am 100% convinced that in the pinnacle moment when shiro is getting the team back on track in s2e13 keith is thinking patience yields focus and eternalising it. because each time he says this phrase out loud it is preceded by a deep sigh or exhaling of breath, his eyes closing for a moment as he grounds himself and focuses himself on the very words. there’s a very specific way he delivers and is seen to be dealing with this line. (that’s just really exciting to think about ahHHH look below)

so honeSTLY, like hell is he going to do an injustice to shiro and his words and turn his back on them. like hell is he going to back down and throw in the towel for the sake of his own self. 

keith will want to prove that he can be the leader. his entire life has probably been set against a backdrop of people thinking he won’t amount to much, laden will all kinds of assumptions that bleed constantly into how his actions and words are misinterpreted. there’s no goal and focus - the garrison gives him a chance to explore something he is inherently good at, but keith isn’t the same breed as many cadets in the sense that they may have dreamed of being a pilot for a long time. keith flies. he also damn good at it. that’s pretty much the extent of it. 

voltron and shiro combined, the team, all of this comes into play in shaping something even more unwavering inside him. keith has always been resolved at seeing things get done and finishing a task. in a situation like this, it’s tenfold. 

and even more: he wants to become the person shiro sees in him, he wants to earn that unyielding belief and prove he can do this. he has done it before, perhaps not to the magnitude this asks of him, but he has been able to in the height of a pressing moment give out a command to the team, alongside steer them in the right direction effectively. something not worth overlooking with keith is the fact he doesn’t falter in his actions [1, 2]. keith is able to make quick decisions in tough situations. because every word and action has purpose he commits wholeheartedly to. he’s all in, again. that’s it that’s the mantra that is just so so keith and integral to him. 

here’s a few quick examples of that put into practice: 

also he knows he’s not shiro. keith is pretty self-aware [see links above that talk is somewhere up there lol]. like i said, he knows what he’s about. he’s not going to try and step into shadows that aren’t his own and fill boots that don’t belong to him. that’s not right to shiro, and it wouldn’t make sense to do that from where he’s standing. he doesn’t want to try and be shiro. he wants to be a person shiro and the team the universe can count and depend on. trying to be shiro or become shiro is off the cards. it’s not taking shiro’s place or being a replacement. it’s assuming command on his own terms in the way shiro believes he can. 

he’ll carve his own path just as he has done in the past, apply what shiro has shown him and become his own person and in turn his own leader.


keith will endeavour to become the person that would make shiro proud. the person that will do as shiro asked of him, doing what shiro believed he was capable of doing. lead the team forwards in adversity and keep going. 

he wants to honour those words, he’ll cherish them. hold them close and pour every fibre of his being into living by them no matter what. 

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AU where the guys' S/O loses their sight instead of Iggy? They put on a brave face, insisting that they won't be slowed down, that they can still keep up and fight. They act like it's not as big a deal--when eventually they can't keep bottling it up. Reality can't be avoided forever, and they're *terrified*. Scared of being left behind, a burden, and understanding if their boyfriend wishes to abandon their relationship. He wouldn't, but they're so *scared*. They finally cry after the injury.


When I received this ask, I audibly said “Oh wow,” in the middle of the living room. So happy y’all picked it for tonight. Hope you like it. 

Tagging cool people who might enjoy these angsty af feels: @stunninglyignis​, @themissimmortal​, @nifwrites​, @electronerd47​, @ebony-and-chocobos​, @stephicness​, @itshaejinju​ <3 


“He’s awake, Y/N,” Ignis’s distinguished voice rang through your ears in an echo. 

You never knew how loud the world truly was until you were robbed of your sense of sight. 

“Would you like me to assist you to him?” Ignis offered you in a volume just higher than a whisper. Ever since your incident during the Starscourge, you denied any sort of handicap or assistance from any of your traveling companions. 

“No, Ignis. I’m fine,” you stated rather coldly, raising to your feet from the fitted chair that you had become rather fond of during your stay in Altissia’s Leville. 

You couldn’t remember the color of it… but the fabric felt comforting underneath your finger tips. 

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i. dionysus
you were chained down by red wine, every footstep laden with regret, heavy with the weight of the past. every night she spent bringing you another beer, another beer, another beer. but still you brought the glass, the can, the bottle, to your lips. it made you chaotic and dangerous but she held fast to the notion that you were still you. she was wrong, wasn’t she? god of myth, you ruined her. she trusted you.

ii. epimetheus
she believed in you when no one else would. she put you on a pedestal, equated you to a god. but you were only a titan, and the excuses that spilled from you were nothing more than wishful thinking. every promise to be better, to do better. be a better father, a better man. she believed in you because she wanted you to believe in her. you didn’t.

iii. achelois
they call you the one who washes away pain. when you took her hand, she was at peace. you saw her for who she was, and you never left. she was amidst a war with cronus, fighting against time to gain back what she had lost when her brother died. when she was sentenced to bear the burden of the world alone, you stood beside her, refusing to go. in the night, when her shoulders shake and her legs threaten to give out, when she convinces herself she will never breathe the same way again, you sit beside her. she takes a breath, and the next day she stands a little straighter. she never gave up, but only because you stayed.

iv. algea; lype, ania, achus
you three who bring pain to this world, this girl was born to trust you. she trusted in your grief, and your sorrow. she let herself be consumed in your anguish and in doing so she lost herself. she lost herself. i lost myself.

v. nyx
goddess of night, you stood at the very beginning of creation, her creation. she longed for the protection of your children, death, sleep, and darkness. you covered her in a blanket spun from galaxies and assured her that day would always return. i believed you. never once did you lie.

vi. apollo
oh god of music, of poetry and arts, god of knowledge. she knew you would come, and so you did. you let your majesty fall away, and in its place left a boy with a healing touch, a boy who didn’t need the sun to warm her heart. even when you couldn’t be together, she knew you would always be her home. you took the world upon your own shoulders, just so she could be happy for a day. god of music, every melody she hears is yours. god of poetry, every word is yours. oh god of knowledge, you have taught her more than she could ever hope to know. dearest apollo, you are the light of atlas’ life.

vii. aletheia
spirit of truth, spirit of sincerity, you inspire hope and life in the lives of those hurt by deceit. they say you alone live with the gods. no mortal could ever beguile you with untruths, because you understand more than they. you have hurt and healed, and hurt again. aletheia, keep her good faith from stumbling over falsehood. aletheia, keep her true. she needs you.

viii. aura
you are the dawn that wakes us all, the early morning air that clears our heads. you are the breeze that which carries away our suffering and leaves us to feel anew. you are the dawn that wakes her, that coaxes her from her slumber and entices her to let the sun melt the cold of the night from her bones. there are days where she will not open her eyes for fear of the day, but you are always there to take her hand and lead her forward.

- describing the people in my life as gods, titans, and spirits

Lance and Keith Being Held Captive Together Angsty Headcanon

From a conversation with my roommate about what would happen if one of the paladins was being tortured in front of the other

Warning: Glorious angst storm rolling your way!

  • They’re taken together during a fight that broke out between the paladins and the Galra on a scouting mission on another planet and flown to Zarkon’s main ship as priority prisoners.
  • When they arrive they’re stripped of their armor and bayards and sent to the druids for interrogation.  Haggar handles the interrogation of the paladins personally
  • They’re chained up, dressed in prisoner rags, and kept in separate cells in order to keep them from conspiring with each other.
  • When their interrogation techniques prove less.. effective than they wanted, Haggar decides it’s time for a change of tactics.  After all, these humans seem to care a lot about one another’s well-being
  • When the druids drag both Lance and Keith (who both look like hell) into Haggar’s lab the next day, they know something’s up.
  • Keith is forced to a halt in front of some of Haggar’s horrific looking contraptions as Lance is forcibly lead forward to the tables and hooked up into the machines.
  • Haggar leers over Keith and says that since she’d in SUCH a good mood today, she’ll give them one last chance to tell her all they know about Voltron, the paladins, and the Castle of Lions
  • Keith just glares at her.  Lance grits his teeth, “We told you we don’t know anything and even if we did we wouldn’t tell you.”
  • Haggar smiles maliciously as she glides over to him and looks back at Keith, “Oh yes. I think you will.”
  • Keith’s menacing glare is suddenly replaced by wide-eyed horror as Haggar whips around and begins to shoot her dark lightning directly into Lance
  • The druids continue to torture Lance in front of him as Haggar goads Keith, telling him they’ll only stop once he starts talking
  • Lance just gasps and screams through the pain to Keith to not tell them anything, it’s not worth it!
  • Keith is straining, fighting against the restraints tooth and nail and calling Lance’s name as Haggar’s cackles mingle with Lance’s agonized cries
  • Keith’s distress for Lance and rage at Haggar and the druids fills him with a searing fire that wipes all thought from his head but one: Protect Lance.  His eyes suddenly glow a burning yellow and before anyone can react or process it he’s snapped the chains holding him back and torn his claws into the nearest druid
  • Haggar blasts Keith back instantly with a shriek of indignant rage.  Lance looks on through bleary eyes in complete shock at a suddenly snarling, twitching Keith.  A Keith whose skin has gone purple and his eyes are yellow and ohmygosh is that BLOOD all over his… hands? Claws?? Lance can’t believe it
  • The remaining druids use their magic to immediately restrain Keith who’s looking at Haggar with nothing less than pure hatred.
  • Haggar laughs gleefuly, “Contact Emperor Zarkon and throw the Blue Paladin back in his cell.  It seems we have an unexpected development, one that may prove most fruitful.”
  • Lance screams Keith’s name before the druids knock him out.  The last thing he sees is Haggar disappearing with Keith.
Chart Ruler vs Dominant Planet

I’ve been asked about the difference between a person’s chart ruler and dominant planet about three times in the past day, so I’m going to make a post about it, so everybody can learn!

How do I find my chart ruler?

Your chart ruler is the ruling planet of the sign on your ascendant. Below is a list of the zodiac signs and their ruling planets.

  • ARIES: Mars
  • TAURUS: Venus
  • GEMINI: Mercury
  • CANCER: Moon
  • LEO: Sun
  • VIRGO: Mercury
  • LIBRA: Venus
  • SCORPIO: Pluto
  • SAGITTARIUS: Jupiter
  • CAPRICORN: Saturn
  • AQUARIUS: Uranus
  • PISCES: Neptune

So, for example, if Pisces is on your ascendant (i.e. you are a Pisces rising), then Neptune is your chart’s ruler.

Some astrologers also say that if there are two signs present in the 1st house, then the rulers of the two signs are co-rulers of the chart.

How do I find my dominant planet?

Finding your dominant planet is a little trickier. Unlike your chart ruler, your dominant planet is based on the full natal chart rather than just one point in the chart. This video shows the steps to finding your dominant planet along with your dominant sign, element, and modality.

So what’s the difference between them?

Your dominant planet is the planet with the most influence in your full natal chart. This is based off of many different factors including aspects made with the planet and the position of the planet. Your chart ruler is based off your ascendant.

Your dominant planet sums up you and your chart and shows what part of your psyche is the most prominent and powerful in your life. Your chart ruler leads your chart forward. It’s associated with your self-expression and your sense of identity. It also sets the tone for your life.

You may not feel the effects of your dominant planet as much as you feel the effects of your chart ruler because many parts of a person’s natal chart are left relatively unconscious or hidden. These parts, though unconscious or hidden, still contribute to the person’s dominant planet. Because the chart ruler is based on one of the most prominent and visible points of the chart, the ascendant, you may feel the effects of it more and be more aware of its influence.


The hallways seemed to get narrower, but Gladio was sure it was because he was beginning to panic now. Too many times had he been tricked by some form of you showing up, always in pain, dying and Gladio was powerless to stop it. It was emotionally draining but somehow seemed to spur him on to want to find you.

As the four of them entered the small cell block, some of them were littered with dead daemons but Gladio took no care of them and suddenly saw you strapped to some odd contraption looking a little beat up. In a very unusual fashion Gladio bolted forward, almost ripping the door off its hinges and heading inside to help you down.

A small pained noise came from the back of your throat and before you could drop weakly to your knees Gladio caught you, holding you close to his masculine form and kissing the top of your head subtly before tilting your head up to look at him. “H-How do… do I know it’s you…?” A small voice came from you.

“It’s me.” His voice was sure and strong before bringing down his lips on your own in a passionate way that only Gladio could manage. “Do you believe me know.” Without another word, you clung to him and whimpered out small breaths. “We’re gonna get you outta here, okay? Just hold onto me.”

In those next moments, you rose to your feet like a newborn doe before holding your hand out. “No, you’re going to need all the help you can get. Pass me a weapon.” Gladio’s warm hand was pressed against your lower back as he chuckled. “I have never loved you more than I do right now.”


It was hard to distinguish reality from fiction, especially with Ignis’ sight being hindered in such a drastic way. The sounds of your voice fluttered through the halls, tricking him cruelly, wanting to pull him away in different more dangerous directions. If it weren’t for Gladio steering him along then Ignis feared that he might end up lost in these maze-like hallways.

Ignis was informed they were entering some cells, most things described to him but the moment that a tiny voice came from the end of the hall he stepped forward, holding his cane out in front of him and making his way there. “Iggy, wait,” Gladio commanded but he didn’t listen, he didn’t want to.

The feeling of a cell in front of him made Ignis frustrated, pushing at the bars until they finally opened and a couple of muttering voices came from behind him. “Love?” His voice was tiny but as you responded. “Ignis.” He grew more frustrated in wanting to find you, a couple of bodies rushing by him. “What’s happening?”

“It’s alright, Iggy. Here.” Gladio’s large hand came out to grab Ignis’ and then lead him forward until finally, Ignis’ hand was touching something delicate and soft beneath his fingers, a small, breathy laugh slipped from your lips as you. “Everything’s okay. It’s her.” He promised and suddenly your body bolted forward and locked yourself around Ignis. “See, I told ya we’d find her.”

Ignis dropped his cane and held you close, rubbing your back and sighing contently. “You were right, my friend.” Holding you impossibly close, not wanting to let you go. Although he could see Ignis knew that this wasn’t a trick. This was you in his arms, not some game. “We should make haste to get out of here before we are tricked again.”

A couple of little nods came from you before you pulled away, still standing very close and then leaning down to pick up his cane, placing that firmly back in his hand and taking his other, linking your fingers. “Stay close.” You informed him, at the moment you weren’t feeling strong and you didn’t look strong, but deep down you knew you had to be for Ignis.


There really wasn’t much else leading up to this moment that Noctis had been more determined and focused on, but it surprised all his friends how he pushed forward, took the lead and just continued even when they would have thought no less of him to fall back and take a break. No, he wasn’t about to do that.

The sound of a soft whimpering cry was what made Noctis finally realise he was no longer being tricked and played. Rushing into the cell block and dismissing warnings from his friends that followed before seeing that you were hooked up to some device, tortured and sobbing gently. “I’m here~” He quickly announced.

Noctis didn’t waste another moment, flying through the doors and untangling you from the mess of wires, catching you before you crashed into the ground, nursing you in his arms for a moment. “That bastard is going to pay for what he has done to you.” A growl form on his lips, holding you close to his body.

A couple of stiff pain filled noises slipped from your lips as you carefully took his hand, trembling in your own. “Not just to me. To everyone.” You hissed before allowing Noctis to help you to your feet and nodding, trying to find some strength through your King. “I know and I’m going to be right by your side when you make him pay.”

This made a proud smile form on Noctis’ features as he pressed his forehead to yours and gazed into your eyes for a moment. “Together,” Noctis said like it was some kind of promise between the two of you.  “Together.” You promised right back and nodded your head.


This entire place was like a damn maze and Prompto was just sick of being lead astray by visions and being played by this evil bastard. It had taken the work of his friends to drag him away from most traps, informing him that it wasn’t you standing there and for a while Prompto tried to fight them.

It took Gladio’s immense strength to make Prompto keep moving half of the time. Finally when they made their way to the cell block and immediately his fantastic blue eyes caught sight of you down the end of the wall, strapped to some strange looking device, head tucked down into your chest. “Oh no!” He whimpered and sprinted forward into the unknown.

His friends called out from behind him but Prompto didn’t stop. “Oh, no. Oh no.” He whimpered, struggling against the binds and finally they unlocked and you fell limping from the board and onto Prompto who struggled backwards for a moment before getting his footing and holding you in his arms. “Please. Please, wake up. Don’t be a trick. Wake up.” He begged before hearing a soft gasp.

You were awake. Prompto rejoiced inside, but held you firmly in his slender arms and turned you to be gazing at your face. “Oh…” The noise was tiny but it was something. “Don’t let… let this be a trick.” You whispered, both of you clearly had the same fear, but there was something about this that was so heartbreakingly real.

“It’s not a trick.” The blonde assured you and nuzzled you close for a moment. “It’s not a trick and it’s never gonna be a trick again. Alright? We’re gonna get you outta here and we’re gonna fix you up.” He assured you before giving you a tiny smile. “We just got to figure a way out first, but I’m not gonna leave your side, you understand?” You nodded tiredly. “Good.”

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Sinbad no Bouken 138 RAW + a Summary!

Here are the raws for Sinbad no Bouken 138, in which the company receives a surprise visitor! 

Just a reminder, to anyone who follows me and enjoys these raws/summaries, parts of or even all of these summaries could be completely wrong, so be advised as you read them as I am by no means a professional translator!

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The Efficiency of Pants

Try as I might, I will never stop writing Nesta fighting, kicking, and punching her way through an Illyrian war camp. It was just meant to be. 

Summary: Nesta finally wants to train and does she ever.

This is the fourth installment of my challenge. Follow the one shots here or on AO3, comments and suggestions are welcomed and appreciated

“Till I Collapse” by Eminem

Nesta liked to watch him train.

It wasn’t for the muscles that threatened to rip out of his chest, if he was wearing one, or the bronze gleam that made even the most celibate sweat. It wasn’t the hair that spilled from his tie, or the way his chest moved rapidly, up and down, to compete with his racing heartbeat. It wasn’t even for the smirk she saw dance its way along his face when he noticed her wandering gaze.

She wasn’t immune to male attractiveness, not when that male was 6 feet of sweat and allure, but it wasn’t the reason he had caught her attention.

Nesta watched him for the way he moved his feet. The way they moved to counter attacks, instill fear, and prove he was the greater, the faster, the stronger. The different weapons he chose to use, from his glimmering sword, polished to rival the sheen of diamonds, to bow and arrows, sharp enough to cut one.

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Negan Imagines - The Blame part 11

Originally posted by sprmint-bkgsoda

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

AN: Sorry, it’s a day late! I fell asleep whilst editing it, thank god it saved! I hope you enjoy this cute little chapter. 

Catch up here (Part 1)(Part 2)(Part 3)(Part 4)(Part 5)(Part 6)(Part 7)(Part 8)(Part 9)(Part 10)

Overall Summary: You’re the one who accidentally led the Saviours to the group cause Negan has an interest in you. Rick’s daughter.

In this chapter: Rick opens up to Michonne about his runaway daughter and you are homesick.

Pairing: Negan x reader, Father!Rick x Daughter!Reader

Word count: 1,193

Warnings: None really

Rick ran his hand over his face. He was tired but he could cope, he always did. 

Michonne was behind him, lying asleep in the van. 

Rick had the door open and was keeping a look out for any trouble that might stumble upon them in the night. He offered to as he couldn’t sleep anyway. 

He dug his hand into his pocket and pulled out a small crinkled photograph, it was a photograph of him, Carl and Judith, with (Y/n) holding her. It was a photo taken back at Alexandria that Aaron took when the Grimes family wasn’t looking. 

The whole family seemed happy; seemed together. 

He felt his chest tighten as he stared down at it. He missed you. He was angry at you and livid at Negan but he missed you. After all you were his little girl, no matter how old you got or how much you grew.

As he focused on the old memory, Rick hadn’t noticed Michonne had stirred behind him. 

“Can we talk about it?” Michonne rested her hand on Rick’s shoulders. 

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everything stays

pairing: snowbaz
words: 2400
summary: baz and penelope try to surprise simon at christmas and on his birthday, but simon is the one who ends up surprising them. a story about the slow process of recovery and some thoughts on the nature of hope. (inspired by this song from adventure time.)
genre: mostly fluff, a touch of hurt/comfort and a little angst that (spoiler) turns out ok
notes: this is the first fic i’ve posted on this blog and it’s pretty important to me, seeing as i am firmly in the Simon Snow Salisbury Deserved Better camp when it comes to the ending of carry on, so here is my revisionist self adding post-canon simon angst (plus resolution to said angst) and snowbaz fluffiness.

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Birthday Girl (Grayson)

• ALWAYS • A Grayson Dolan one-shot series. 

“Grayson, can’t you just tell me where we’re going?” 

You sat in the passenger side of his Ford Bronco, a gift from Ethan, as the car trudged along what felt like an incredibly bumpy backroad. You wiggled the blindfold over your eyes, adjusting it as best as you could without peaking.

“Nope.” You heard his booming laugh. “Sorry, baby. Don’t you know what a surprise is?”

You scoffed. Smartass. It was your birthday and you had no idea what was in store for you. All you knew was that Grayson had been bouncing off the walls that morning and wouldn’t let you sleep in, not even for a minute. He woke you up with what felt like thousands of kisses, breakfast in bed, and of course a little morning romp. It was already enough for you. He was the only gift you needed but Grayson insisted he had something for you. You would’ve been perfectly fine spending all day in bed with him. You had never thought of your birthday as that big of a deal but you knew your boyfriend better than that and you knew he would go all out, just like he had the year before. Roses had littered your bed, candles were everywhere, your favourite chocolate, your favourite restaurant, it was straight out of a romance film. You swear you came probably fifteen times that night. It was overkill but it was magical to say the least. This boy was head over heels for you. 

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sunbeamsandmoonrays  asked:

Either, "Who says no to sex and donuts?" or, "Relax. I'll wash your hair for you." pretty please?

Thanks for the prompts, love, I did both! Hope you like it!

“This is exactly why I don’t take the beanie off, Betty!”

Jughead pawed at his sticky head of hair, plucking out the chunks of cookie dough and tossing them into the trashcan sitting by Betty’s vanity. “It’s like the world knows when my hair is exposed to the unfathomable missteps of other people’s clumsiness and waits until the exact wrong moment to make my life miserable.”

“It’s just ice cream, Juggie,” Betty reminded him, biting her bottom lip as she attempted to suppress an amused smile. “It’ll come out.”

“That’s not the point, Bets, the point is that we’re never going anywhere ever again,” Jughead told her, leaning forward to check out the sticky situation in the mirror and grimacing at the sight of his matted mess of locks. “Especially not to the carnival where children with sticky hands can drop ice cream cones on your head like they were professionally trained to do so.”

“Don’t you think you’re being a tad dramatic,” Betty wondered, crossing one leg over the other as she watched the pathetic scene unfolding in front of her from her spot on the bed. “You were doing something nice for her and things went a little sideways. It’s not the end of the world.”

“You know, I bet she dropped that teddy bear on purpose,” Jughead muttered, whirling around to point a finger at Betty and nodding to himself as if answering his own question. “Yeah, she waited until the right chump who couldn’t resist helping a poor little girl in need came along, and WHAM! that’s when she decided to execute her fool proof plan.”

“She was like four,” Betty pointed out, her eyebrows drawing together at her boyfriend’s insane dramatics as she reached forward to pick up her phone resting at the foot of the bed.

“They’re training them to plot and deceive in preschool nowadays, I’m telling you,” Jughead insisted, twisting and pulling at the strands of hair with such urgency that Betty thought he was going to start ripping them of his head roots in all. “It’s a conspiracy.”

“You’re ridiculous,” Betty mumbled, rolling her eyes in mock-annoyance as she typed out a text message to Veronica and tried her best to ignore the incessant complaints pouring out of Jughead’s mouth.

“This is going to take ages to get out,” Jughead whined once more. “I’m going to be stuck in that shower until our high school graduation I’m calling it now.”

Enough was enough for Betty as she tossed her phone onto the bedspread and swung her legs off the mattress in one swift motion, marching her way over to Jughead and grabbing him by the wrist.

“Come here,” Betty commanded, pulling him up from the chair and tugging him forwards to lead him across the bedroom.

“Where are we going?” Jughead wanted to know, stumbling over a pile of textbooks as they made their way into the bathroom. “Ow, Betty, don’t pull so hard!”

“Jug, relax,” Betty soothed, reaching up to grab a fistful of dark hair in her hands and smiling amusedly in his direction. “I’ll wash your hair for you.”


“If it’ll get you to stop whining like a little baby, then yes,” Betty smirked, stepping around him to close the lid to the wicker laundry basket sitting next to the bathtub and pulling it over to the sink.

“Should I start the shower or-” Jughead raised a flirtatious eyebrow at the prospect of sharing such a steamy encounter with his girlfriend, but Betty quickly shut down that fantasy with a swift smack to the arm.

“Over the sink, perve,” Betty mumbled, filling the sink with warm water and gesturing towards the laundry basket with a flick of her hand. “Sit down.”

Jughead did as he was told, leaning his back against the porcelain material and tilting his head backwards to rest it as comfortably as he could on the brim of the sink.

“You know, this is kind of nice actually,” Jughead hummed, his eyes closing contentedly and his lips curling into a satisfied grin as Betty massaged her fingers through his dark mop of hair.  

“Yeah, well, don’t get used to it,” Betty warned, squirting a glob of shampoo onto her palm and rubbing her hands together before running them through his locks.

“Too late,” Jughead mumbled, his head bobbing backwards as he let himself enjoy the pampering that he knew he didn’t deserve and silently hoped that this wouldn’t be a one time occurrence. “You know, to thank you for saving my hair from becoming a hardened shell of sugary stickiness, why don’t I buy us a dozen of those donuts you like so much from that bakery down the street.”

“Mmm,” Betty murmured, flicking on the faucet and guiding Jughead’s head backwards so that it reached the streaming water and rinsed out the clumps of soapy shampoo sticking to his wet hair.

As Betty took a step away from the sink to grab a towel hanging on the rack next to the tub, Jughead caught her by the arm, his fingers lightly wrapping around her thin wrist as he pulled her gently down to his level to whisper in her ear. “And when we’re done we can hop in that shower and you can wash my hair all over again,” Jughead breathed, his lips grazing the tip of her earlobe as he reached up to run a steady hand through her own golden tresses. “Or we can do other things. Things that don’t involve washing at all.”

Just as Jughead leaned into the embrace to cover her lips with kisses, Betty pulled away from his grip and began drying his hair frantically with the towel.

“Nice try,” Betty told him smugly, pointing to the clock on the wall with her free hand and continuing to run the towel through his sopping hair with the other. “But we have to meet Archie and Veronica at the bowling alley in an hour remember?”

“Are you kidding?” Jughead sat up quickly, the towel falling to the floor into a damp heap as he scrambled to spring off of the laundry basket. “Who says no to sex and donuts?

“A girl who just watched her boyfriend whine for fifteen minutes straight about an ice cream cone falling in his hair,” Betty reminded him, one hand resting firmly on her hip as she raised an eyebrow at him as if to dare him to challenge her on this accusation.

“Yeah, not my finest moment,” Jughead admitted. “Fair enough. I’ll charm you with my impressive bowling skills instead - I’m talking PBA Grand Slam level of talent coming your way, Bets.”

“Oh, I’m turned on already,” Betty smirked, pushing his arm back playfully as she leaned forward to dig through the cabinet underneath the sink. “Now should I blow dry your hair or are you just going to stick your beanie over it and call it a day?”

“Have you met me?” Jughead gasped, his hand moving up to rest over his heart as he widened his eyes at Betty dramatically.

“You’re right,” Betty nodded, pulling out the much-too-pink blow dyer and holding it out in his direction. “So blow dryer?”

“Oh totally.”

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anonymous asked:

I really love your parenthood headcanons a whole lot! Can I please request some more Papa Ignis with his little baby or babies? The idea of Ignis being a happy father with or without his sight just warms my little heart.

Yay domestic!Iggy is my fav Iggy. It’s short, but cute af. I know Aleena isn’t a little little baby in this story but I just got the idea and I couldn’t help myself. More than likely, more Father Ignis stories will be out soon. I love him as a dad help me.

Tagging @themissimmortal, @stunninglyignis, @nifwrites

Career Day

Aleena pulled her father forward, leading him down the many twisting and turning alley ways of Lestallum. Over the years, Ignis had learned his way around his new city of residence with no issue, but he knew how much his sweet daughter loved to guide him.

Today was career day in her kindergarten class. The five year old was ecstatic. She had been obsessing over this day since it was first announced to her class weeks ago.

“Daddy! You have to come with me! Please please please!”  She begged over and over, after she sloppily read the announcement that came on a slip of paper from her teacher. “You have to tell them about all your adventures with Uncle Noctis, Uncle Prompto, and Uncle Gladio!”

Ignis could never refuse his little girl. No matter the request. This resolve often landed him in trouble with you, his beloved wife. Whether it was extra desert or staying up past bed time, Ignis was puddy in Aleena’s hand.

“I would love to, Aleena,” he accepted without hesitance.

When the day finally arrived, Aleena awoken before Ignis to start preparing. She wore her best dress and her best shoes. Her mother even put her light brown hair into a pretty braid. “I look like a Princess!” She exclaimed as she studied her reflection in the mirror.

Ignis smiled remembering the events of the morning as they got closer and closer to school. He couldn’t see the school, but he had gone down the path many a time to pick up Aleena for the day.

“Okay, Daddy, we’re here!” She announced, trying with all her strength to swing open the door. Alas, she couldn’t muster such strength.

“I’ve got the door, Princess,” he chuckled, quickly finding the handle and pulling it open. He felt the cold rush of the school relieved the stifling heat that always dwelled inside Lestallum. Even with eternal darkness, the city still scorched with heat.

“Good morning, Aleena!” The bright voice of the kindergarten teacher, Mrs. Lynn chimed in brightly to Ignis’s ears. “Mr. Scientia, it’s good to see you again. Aleena has been very excited to bring you to school for the day. I hope it doesn’t interfere with your schedule too terribly.”

“It’s quite alright. I’d much rather be here than anywhere,” Ignis assured, feeling Aleena’s small hand tugging on his once again. 

“Come on Daddy, let me show you my seat!”

Of course, Ignis soon observed they were the first arrivals. As usual. With each passing moment the sound of the door swinging up followed by Mrs. Lynn’s greeting ran through Ignis’s ears.  

Aleena became distracted as she talked to the classmates that sat at her group’s table. She was very sociable. The thought brought a grin to her father’s face.

Soon a silent wave washed over the class room as Mrs. Lynn properly introduced to herself to the visiting parents for career day. She quickly reviewed the children’s daily routine and work schedules, explaining what the children do during the average school day. “Today, however, will be a little different,” Mrs. Lynn said with a smile. She proceeded to explain the reasoning behind career day.

“We have been discussing the reason and necessity behind jobs. To make the lesson more personal, and easier to understand, I invited you all here to share your job descriptions with the rest of the class!”

Ignis felt as Aleena grabbed on to his hand.

“Mrs. Lynn! Can my daddy go first?” She called out.

Aleena,” Ignis scolded under his breath. “You must wait for Mrs. Lynn to call on you first.”

“It’s not a problem, Mr. Scientia,” Mrs. Lynn assured. “I understand how excited Aleena is to share your job as the Prince’s Royal Advisor. You may start career day off if you want!”

“C’mon Daddy,” Aleena hopped up from her seat and assisted her father to the front of the class room. “This is my Daddy, Ignis Scientia! He’s going to help bring the light back to Lucis when Uncle Noctis comes back!”

“What’s wrong with your eyes?” A young boy questioned obnoxiously.

“Demarcus! That’s not a nice question,” a female voice, different from Mrs. Lynn’s voice scolded.

“It’s not a problem,” Ignis assured. “I obtained my handicap while assisting the Prince during the Starscourge several years ago.”

“What’s that?” Another child asked.

Ignis opened his mouth to begin to explain, but Mrs. Lynn’s voice stopped him from continuing. “You will learn about that in a few years,” she said uneasily. “Mr. Scientia, would you tell us about your time at the Citadel? Helping the Prince?” It was obvious the kindergarten teacher wanted to steer away from a topic that would potentially bring up stories of violence.

“Of course,” Ignis cleared his throat. He felt Aleena’s eyes staring at him proudly. He could feel the excitement radiating off her of her. 

A smile graced his lips as he began to share several comical stories of cleaning up after Noctis. Particularly after he tried baking a cake by himself. Batter was splattered everywhere. The entire classroom erupted in giggles. Of course, Ignis could not resist the urge to add in a few puns here and there to his numerous anecdotes.  

Rigged - Erik Lehnsherr x Reader

Requested by @horoscopeclouds

hEllo! can u make a scenario based on the hc that magneto always rigs the games at the carnival & always ends up winning you stuffed animals (like he manipulates the metal in the darts and rigs the metal in the coin machine)

Originally posted by mimi-silvertongue

“You don’t want to play?” A man asked, coming to stand beside you as you watched two teen boys try to win things from some of the carnival games.

“I prefer to watch.” You smiled.

“Well, nice to meet you, I’m Erik Lehnsherr.” He said, offering you a hand.

“(Y/n).” You smiled, shaking his hand. 

“Can I win you something?” Erik asked, a mischievous smile on his lips. 

“I’d like to see you try.” You laughed, you’d been watching the others for a while and the game was clearly rigged so no one would win.

“Come on.” He grinned, leading you forward by the hand.

Erik just grinned, paying the man and taking his three metal rings to throw over the bottles.

He threw one, and it seemed way off but then it circled around, looping over the neck of one of the bottles. Erik smirked and threw the other two, getting them with a seemingly perfect curve.

The man running the stall just glared at him.

“It’s all about the flick of the wrist.” Erik said, unable to stop grinning. 

The man nodded and handed Erik a large teddy bear with a big red bow around his neck. Erik thanked him and walked back to you.

“For you.” He said, with a slight mock bow.

“Why thank you.” You laughed, hugging the bear to your chest.

“Can I win you anything else?” He asked, eyes sparkling. 

“Okay.” You giggled and you and Erik went around the park, Erik winning everything he tried so your arms were filled with stuffed animals.

After a bit, you sat down to get something to eat. The conversation was pleasant, lots of laughing and an easy flow.

When it was reaching closing hours of the carnival, you went outside with Erik to stand by the gates.

“Thank you, Erik. I had a lovely time.” You smiled.

He grinned, “Thank you. I uh.. I’ve got one more thing for you, (Y/n).”

“Oh no, you didn’t… need to.” You trailed off, watching a small silver necklace and pendant hovering between you and Erik.

You couldn’t help but laugh, “So that’s how you were winning! You cheat!”

Erik looked hurt, “I’m sorry I-” 

“No it’s fine! I think it’s amazing!”

You hugged Erik quickly, pulling away and smiling at him, your arms still around his neck.

And then you were kissing, your lips perfectly pieced together.

You broke apart and let go, unable to stop smiling.

Erik laughed, “So can I put this necklace on you then?