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Pairings: Bucky (Demon!Bucky) x Reader

Summary; AU- Sorcery it’s a farce. At least that’s what you thought before your little sister, Wanda, found an old magic book and decide to try a spell so his crush fell in love with her. To your atonishment and hers the spell works and now she has to face the drawback; she has sold her soul to a demon called Bucky in exchange the favor. Now, you are forced to intervene and reach an agreement with said demon.

Warnings: Language, some violence , physical assault (reader), angels, demons and all kind of religious stuff

A/N; Hi dears! :D If someone don’t receive the alert from the tag please let me know because some tags are not working, sorry :( I tryed to fix it but, if keeps happening let me know and I’ll try another things. Thank you!! 

Tags;  @bexboo616 @minaphobia @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x  @hollycornish (tags are open!)

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Chapter 4

A week pass and you still don’t know nothing about Bucky since your talk in the hospital. You try not to think so much about it, in fact, you should be grateful that he is leaving you alone… Then why do you feel so sad?

- Y/N - you heard your sister downstairs calling your name. Hurriedly you hide the book of Bucky (as you have named it) under the sheets of your bed.

- Yeah? - you scream back

- I’ve made lunch, come eat something, would you? 

- Okay, coming - standing up you put the book on your drawer again. You have found it some days ago under your bed, it should have appeared there the night you trade your soul for Wanda’s. After an exhaustive research you have learnt that demons like Bucky should be invoked, once it they are your owners, so you are fucked, there’s no way to contain them. You had special interest for the chapter where explains that only humans with extreme sadness in their hearts or the ones who had been victims of an horrendous betrayal could amount so much hate to become a demon, once dead. That makes you question a lot of things about Bucky…

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Gladiolus Amicitia x Reader

Here we go. Forgive me if there’s typos or anything, because I wrote this on my phone, it’s nearly 2am, and I’ve been fighting a headache for hours. Let me know if there’s anything I need to fix and I’ll whip out my laptop tomorrow to fix it up!

@chocobro-daydreams since you wanted to see this 😘

Your eyes were closed to the damp, dark night, and with each breath that brought the cool air into your lungs, you felt more and more at peace. The midsummer sun had lowered itself behind the tree line ages ago, leaving no sign of its previous appearance in the sky, and it brought with it a feeling of deliverance, so to speak.

All morning, Gladio had insisted, or rather pleaded with puppy eyes, upon exploring the expanse of wilderness surrounding the cabin, so all afternoon the two of you were left sweltering under the burning sun while mapping out the countless trails in the valley. You could still smell the sweat lingering on your burned skin. Your nose wrinkled at this. A shower sounded welcoming, but it seemed that wouldn’t happen anytime soon because either there was a blockage from not being used in quite a while or something with the whole set up was entirely broken.

Currently, Gladio labored away in the bathroom, tinkering with whatever tools he found in the cabinets to see if he could get the water running properly. He promised that he could at least do that for his princess, although he couldn’t promise that the water would be hot.

Opening your eyes, you sighed and let your fingers trail over the rough wood stairs you sat on. Being clean was nice, but not necessary at the moment. The two of you were both rather sweaty and disgusting from your adventures, so you might as well be disgusting together.

But, he insisted.

A smile crept onto your lips as you traced overtop the little patterns in the wood and gazed out at the fireflies that had emerged from the tree line. Gladio would honestly drop anything for you, and you adored that about him. His undying love and loyalty. But, damn it, you wished he would take some time for himself and join you out on the deck. The scenery was gorgeous, almost too much so for words to do it any justice. Beyond the stairs was a wide gravel path that curved its way through the forest and back to the main road miles away, and the Regalia sat parked off to the side. A small meadow of tall grasses and summer wild flowers populated the opposite side of the drive, and gradually sloped gently to the sandy bank of a slow-moving creek.

The creek.

Suddenly, that seemed like a much better option than listening to the occasional curses coming from within the cabin, though Gladio had been quiet for quite some time now. Smirking slightly, you admitted to yourself that practicality wasn’t the only reason bathing in the creek with Gladio was such an excellent idea.

It didn’t matter how long the two of you had been a couple; The thought of him stripped of his clothes beneath the night sky caused your cheeks to burn.

“God damn it,” You hissed to yourself, suddenly even more impatient that before. “Hurry up Gladio.”

Ten minutes passed, or maybe more? Your shoulder rested against the deck railing, and with each passing moment creeping further into the night, you grew weary of waiting. While the sun had vanished, the humidity in the air still left you feeling particularly sticky, and that can only be tolerable for so long before it expand dreadfully miserable.

Suddenly, a huge crash from within the cabin jolted you from your sluggishness, almost causing you to crack your head directly off of the wooden beam. It sounded as if dozens and dozens of metal tools had just clattered to the floor individually. Silence followed.

Then, “FUCK.” Gladio swore as another violent crash sounded, but this time caused directly by him chucking the tools back into a cabinet.

Immediately, you snorted and buried your face in your hands. Oh my god, Gladio. To hear him lose his composure over a freaking shower was hilarious. His footsteps grew louder, coming towards the door, and you tried to stifle your laughter before he opened it and made a scene for laughing at him, but you couldn’t hide the ridiculously guilty smile on your face. Honestly, you looked a bit like Prompto after he made an awful pun and was trying not to laugh at himself.

Wordlessly, Gladio sat down beside you, shirtless, barefooted, and covered in more sweat than during your hike earlier. You’d be drooling over him if not for the laughter you were trying to contain. When he continued to say nothing, you teased him, “Sounds like you were having fun.”

His dark eyes turned to you wistfully. “Amicitia’s are not meant to be plumbers. I would rather take on the Archaeon himself than do that again.”

You knew Gladio wasn’t as riled up over it as he seemed, but he was definitely disappointed that he couldn’t get it working for you. Playfully, you punched his thigh and drawled, “Oh, come on, a shower or the Archaeon? That’s a pretty bold claim, or that’s one tough fucking shower.”

Finally, his face broke into a grin. “It’s one helluva shower. Don’t know how long it’s been since someone used it,” Then, it softened to reveal his disappointment. “But it doesn’t look like we’ll be using it. Sorry, princess.”

Gently, you rested your palm on his leg and rubbed little circles with your thumb. “That’s alright, you did your best.” You paused, biting your lip as you turned to face him. One hand rested upon his tattooed shoulder while the other laid on his chest. “I have a better idea anyway.”

A smirk formed from your lips as Gladio raised an eyebrow inquisitively. His arms enveloped your waist, pulling you closer against his warm skin, but you quickly smacked his hands away. “Someone’s feisty,” The timbre of his voice lowered; he leaned closer, his lips barely brushing against your ear as he murmured, “Do I have to teach you how to behave?”

You almost whined in response. Almost. You fought to ignore the way your body so quickly began to ache for him, and instead trailed your fingertips down his chest. Down, down, with feathery touches across his abdomen. Gladio’s skin shivered beneath your touch. Your fingers danced along the waistband of his pants, daring to go closer, but not committing to it. Mimicking him, you grinned, “Do I have to teach you how to behave?”

His lips parted to reply, but he inhaled sharply at the feeling of your hand suddenly grabbing him through his pants.

In a flash, you wiggled out of his embrace and darted down the stairs, giggling mischievously at the star struck expression he wore. Gladio blinked. “What the hell??”

You stood, a smiling figure illuminated by the light seeping from the cabin windows, and curled your finger at him, “Come here, big boy.” You pulled your shirt from over your head, and before your hands had even moved to unbutton your shorts, Gladio had nearly sprung up from the stairs. He moved swiftly, discarding his pants faster than you could remove your own.

“Oh, you’re gonna get it now!” His arms swept beneath your legs, picking you off the ground and slinging you over his shoulder. He started for the water, and you began to squeal.

He was going to throw you in, the motherfucker.

You had wanted to go in the water, but not like this, oh HELL no. His feet touched the water and sloshed as he walked further out. You pounded your fists on his back to no avail. “No, no, no, no, GLADIO NO-”

“In you go!” He laughed loud and heartily as he dumped you over his shoulders, plunging deep beneath the cool water for only a few moments.

You wished you had breached the surface like one of those graceful models from those beach photo shoots, but frankly, you looked more like something vomited up from the bottom of the ocean. The water pasted your hair to your face, and it stuck in your mouth and in all the places it didn’t belong.

God damn, was Gladio having a good time cackling at you. His hand was over his stomach, head tilted back, laughing at your pitiful appearance just floating in the creek like some resident monster. “Listen, Gladdy? Get in here and fight me. It’s WAR now.” You threatened while trying to slick your hair back so you could see.

“I’ll come in, but I’m not fighting you.” He sauntered forward, deeper into the water where you hovered with a pouty expression. As soon as he was within reach, you splashed water up his entire front. Gladio extended his arms as an invitation, “Make love, not war?”

You could play this out all night. Dramatically, you flipped your messy hair back across your eyes, stuck out your leg and put your foot on his chest to stop his advances. “None shall pass unless a champion comes to slay the great-”

Halfway through your monologue, Gladio chuckled, “Nah.” In one fluid move, he grabbed your leg and tipped you over backwards beneath the water again.

He had a death wish.

When you emerged, Gladio’s arms immediately captured you and pulled you to his chest. “The legendary monster has been defeated.” Softly, his lips placed a kiss on top of your head.

Your plan didn’t go as planned. At all. “Fight me.”

He placed another kiss on your forehead when you looked up at him. “You’re ridiculous.” He joked, a wide smile tugging at his lips as you stuck your tongue out at him. “I love you.”

“You love me? That explains why you dumped me headfirst into the water.” You pursed your lips, challenging him.

Although, with the way his gaze softened, you could tell that he wouldn’t joke about his feelings for you. Those were serious. Gladio pressed his forehead to yours, eyes taking in every detail of how you looked from the curve of your jaw, to the shape of your lips, to the color of your eyes with the stars above reflected in them. “I do love you. More than anyone or anything I’ve ever known.”

Your heart faltered as it did every time he said those words. How could you have gotten so lucky? “I know you do,” You smiled softly and pressed your lips briefly against his. “I love you, too.”

He held you against him for seemingly forever, peppering kisses across your cheeks and neck, lingering there longer with his lips pressed against your pulse, and his hands might have begun to wander, but he made no move to abandon the water for the cabin or even just the shore. “Gladio,” you sighed and tugged at the edge of his the boxers he still wore. “Inside. Now.”

You felt his lips smirk against your skin. “The shower’s broken, but the bed isn’t…yet.”

“You’re terrible.”

anonymous asked:

If you've not already done it, top 5 changes to Agent Carter?

1. More characters of color from day one, including a Jason Wilkes who gets to do more than be infused with dark matter and be charming but also an obvious loser in a super unnecessary love triangle. There was a post at some point about Nick Fury’s parents in fledgling SHIELD, let’s have that.

2. I liked Sousa very well in s1, but the second he started Love Interesting in s2 I pretty much instantly wanted to strangle him. I don’t know what I would do to fix this, but it desperately needs fixing.

3. Ana Jarvis’s story and pain are no longer about causing her husband pain and making him angry, what the fuck. They choose not to have children for other reasons or they were already infertile or SOMETHING. That whole plotline with her filled me with seething rage.

4. I mean, canonical Peggy/Angie, but barring that, either Angie as a regular in s2 coming out to LA to audition for movies and possibly fake dating someone or if they really could only get the actress for one scene, the musical was funny but I would have rather had her show up in reality, as a better season ender than unconvincing romance or The Murder of Agent Fuckboy.

5. I would rather not have gotten Peggy’s backstory if it was going to be so male-centric. The Peggy backstory flashbacks felt all wrong for me, and as with Sousa’s terrible Love Interesting I don’t know what I would replace it with but I would not have done it like that.


Tritium Core

Here is a green Tritium stick sealed in another glass vial surrounded by a fine spring.  There are four copper tubing posts surrounding the main vial.  Two silver brackets holds everything together with brass sleeves over the posts.  I’ve used brass balls to terminate the four columns on both ends.  Vintage brass bushings are used to cap the vial over internal rubber seals.  It’s attached to the chain via rings on two posts.  Tritium sticks will glow for 10 to 15 years without the need of “charging” like regular “glow in the dark”.

It’s 45mm (1 ¾ of an inch) by 10mm (½ an inch) wide.  The chain has a fixed drop of 24cm (9 inches) from the pendant to the silver magnetic clasp.  If you would like to to be hung horizontal (for a more masculine design) just let me know.  I’m happy adjust chain length too.

Price: US$245

Back! (with vengeance >:D)

First off let me say that I am so so thankful for all of my wonderful followers. You all are seriously awesome and I am supremely lucky to have you.

I know posting has been…flakey, at best, and I have some ideas to fix that
Unfortunately, that currently means clearing the ask box—but bare with me!

This new system will mean I can open the ask box once every week (or possibly two. But no longer! No more of this 3 months closed nonsense.) 

  • I will open the ask box for requests on Saturday morning (hopefully about 10 or 11 Central Standard Time) and it will then close 12 hours later. 
  • Then, I’ll spend the next week (or two depending on how many requests come through) answering these prompts.
  • When I’m ready to open the ask box again, I’ll clear the remaining requests (more on this below)

This new system should hopefully let more people get their ideas in while keeping my motivation up.

 I LOVE seeing your ideas.

And seeing new requests makes me eager to write. Staring at an ask box full of requests for people I dearly don’t want to let down demotivates me—causing me to just stare at them instead of posting.

But wait, you just deleted my request. That sucks!
You’re right, and I’m sorry. But my posting has become painfully infrequent and I’ve very carefully considered this solution to try to make all of us as happy as possible. And please, by all means, feel free to resubmit requests or ask me if something was wrong with it. 

I’ll begin the new schedule this Saturday. In the meantime, I’ll be posting things from my drafts, and some amended rules/guidelines.

And from the bottom of my heart, thank you.

You and I are so alike
But I can’t figure out why.
You help me breathe
With your soft tunes of jazz;
You let me see things past
I couldn’t before believe.
You and I have been through so much
Now I know why you haven’t caught up.
The creation of art
Is so difficult to end but harder to start.
My lovely angel
This sadness is something I cannot handle.
Play me some darker tunes
So I can get closer to you.
Help me give up
I’ve had enough.
It’s an exhausting thing
Sleep can’t fix.
Just take me away
I promise a word I won’t say;
Just take me from here
So we can be near.
You and I are so alike
Because we sadly died
Years before we took our own lives.
—  AMY; C.D.

Dedicated to my dearest inspiration, Amy Winehouse.

anonymous asked:

i don't know if someone has mentioned this to you before, but every time I try and click on your "honeymoon" writing, it always brings me to your reminiscing" writing. "honeymoon" is one of my favorite writings by you so I was wondering if you knew how to fix the link or something?


You can read the Honeymoon story there, my lovely. I’ve still got to sort that link out; I’m having trouble with a few of my Masterlists and a lot of my links at the moment.

If anyone comes across a link on my Masterlit that is faulty and doesn’t work, let me know so I can fix it as soon as I can. xx

I like the idea of long distance relationship seungchuchu. Based on this one text post that I can’t seem to find orz…

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Aries: Let yourself heal. Drink enough vodka to clean out the wounds they left on your insides. It’s okay to shatter sometimes and it’s okay to stand for what’s right. Even if everything hurts, just keep breathing.

Taurus: sometimes making excuses isn’t good enough, how dare you deny someone else their pain. Sometimes a situation is just fucked up and that’s all there is too it. Sometimes it can’t be fixed, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.

Gemini: Think about yourself for once. Stop putting people before you, even if it’s me. Let yourself rest you can’t keep running ragged all the god damn time. I know you want to protect everyone but you cant. We love you for it, but you cant.

Cancer: Pain is going to end I swear it will. I know it feels eternal right now. If it’s all you can do to hang on then fucking hang on because you’re strong enough to beat this.

Leo:  Learn to keep your lips shut because some things aren’t meant to be shared. I know they aren’t told as secrets or at two am but they are still not to be talked about so damn casually.

Virgo: This time of year is always hard. Always scary. But you can pull through. I believe you. Believe that you’re past the hospital visits and all the scary parts of this. You are past it.

Libra: Sometimes cutting up yourself to give others isn’t the best solution. You are not always the missing puzzle piece. You don’t always belong and you won’t always be enough. That’s okay.

Scorpio: Wrap yourself up in bubble wrap if you have to. Keep yourself from getting hurt. Keep yourself from opening wounds again as hard as it is. I know you’re scared. I am too. But you’ll be okay.

Sagittarius: Sometimes recovery Isn’t linear. I know you’ve been fighting for progress but sometimes all you need is a backslide to get a little strength back. I know it’s not easy. But you’ll be okay.

Capricorn: What are you doing? Seriously. What the hell are you trying to do here? You need to say what the plan is so we can get on board. Because all we can tell right now is you’re exploding. We need to know how to pick up the pieces.

Aquarius: Stop being ashamed. Your scars, your wounds, your damage is nothing to fucking hide. If it makes them uncomfortable tell them to fuck off. This is your life and you should be proud.

Pisces: Learn to stop taking so many risks. Running right to the edge one day you won’t be able to stop. Learn how to pull back sometimes. I know it’s hard but it’s all you can do.

—  This week’s horoscope
On second viewing:

I’d caught the line Maui said about how his parents took one look at him and threw him in the sea, but it didn’t really occur to me why he would say that. I mean… it’s Maui. The dude’s fucking ripped. But there’s so few characters and so many of them are women that you don’t notice that Maui isn’t just stylized with extreme dimorphism… he’s like 90% torso… but he’s also the only one who is. 

Chief Tui, for instance… you can see his waist about levels with his wife’s. It’s about half his height, or approximately where people draw a waist on a proportional model.

Maui’s waist is much lower than Moana’s and sits about 2/3 of the way down his body. He literally has half the amount of leg he should. He’s disproportionate in other ways too- his face is very centered and his features squished together even though his head is large. 

TLDR: Maui, demigod of the wind and sea, hero to men and women, both, ALL… was born with birth defects of some manner and so, though it’s only implied through character design and a throwaway line about being a throwaway child, does that qualify him as being a disabled hero? If so, that’s another form of representation that Disney managed to incorporate into this beautiful movie.

30 Day Writing Challenge Day 5: Rain

The first thing Yuuri registered when he woke up was the soft pitter-patter of rain outside.

He smiled. Rain meant he could stay in bed just a little longer, since Victor liked to drag him out for a morning run. He liked running, but he also liked the feeling of just waking up, when your bed’s still warm and it’s the most comfortable place on Earth.

Yuuri pulled the sheets up to his neck and burrowed into his bed. He felt so nice, so warm and boneless. He could almost fall asleep again…

An ice cold hand traced over his side.

Yuuri shrieked and tried to wiggle away from the intrusion. An arm wrapped around his middle and pulled him back against a hard chest.

Yuuri turned over and saw a slightly blurred Victor. He smiled down at Yuuri and bent forward to kiss his forehead. Yuuri smiled and pushed his face into Victor’s neck. The hickey he left there last night stood out on his pale skin.

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alright so since i started this blog in october i think it is time to finally do a follow forever,,,,especially since i passed 500 followers wowowowowow!!!!! y’all r the best followers i could have but i honestly don’t know why y’all want to follow me but thank you so much 💞 (also sorry for the occasional shit posts lol)

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Here you go, my first EVER piece of CC.  I am so excited to release the Dine Out Bob which I have converted for toddlers in the 9 EA colors for kids!  This has been tested in game and I haven’t found any problems, but if you do let me know and I’ll try to fix it!  When I saw that toddlers were released this is the first hairstyle I thought of that I wanted for the little ones, so I hope you like it!  All I ask is that you don’t reupload as your own work.  Enjoy!


How to cope with failing classes

Last week was the last week of classes for me, and I think I failed two out of the five subjects I enrolled for this term.

I had two breakdowns, and I spent days crying over what I could no longer change. It had gotten so bad I was shaking involuntarily, and I couldn’t bring myself to go to school.

So let’s get straight to the point.
You failed some classes this term.
Believe it or not, it’s not the end of the world.

Failure is part of growing, and I know that while you’re reading this, it might not seem true… but please believe me, it is.

You did your best – with the time and materials you had. You did all you could to salvage what was left of your semester. That’s okay. You have a chance to do better in the following term, or if your professor allows it you can still fix your grade this month. The point is that, you did not fail yourself. 

You are still a good person, and you are not a failure. 

Do not ever be harsh to yourself for not being able to perform as good as you wanted to. Failure is part of change, and now you are able to learn from your mistakes.

Ask yourself, what was it that you did wrong or what happened that led to this? Pick up from there, and apply what you’ve learned in the following terms or events in your life.

Do not ever beat yourself for not being able to do what you wanted. Treat yourself with some respect. Cry, go ahead and let it all out, but when you’re done crying, start moving forward again.

If you didn’t get to complete all the requirements for a subject, then work on it when you are ready to start again. Do not work when you are still feeling emotionally wrecked or unhappy. Take care of yourself first.