life of an anomaly

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The moment you tell yourself you “can’t”, you limit yourself.
You are the sole greatest driving force (after God) in your life.
Speak positively, always.
Love yourself.
Nourish your soul with words of affirmation.
Take care of your body with lots of water and hug people often.
Cultivate good energy and the universe will reciprocate it, tenfold.
-B🌸
05.12.2017

So, how ‘bout that Vampire and Werewolf au, folks? Good stuff. Real good stuff.

Also, I might do a colored version of this, so I’ll just leave it at that for now.

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The important thing for me was to turn the focus back on myself. I think I was really hesitant to not pour all of my energy into the personal side of my life. Now I’m recognizing that it doesn’t have to be one or the other. I think immediately after [my divorce], it was important for me to focus on myself and do what made me happy. Exercise. Be around friends. Just continue living life like I had been and recognizing that you’re not an anomaly. There are lots and lots of people who are in the same situation. And things get easier as time goes on.

UAC Demonic Entity Log: 010- Baron of Hell

The UAC learned something strange in their continued research, and found that Hell has a hierarchy of sorts, akin to details remembered in biblical and occult texts. Among the highest ranked of the demons are Barons. Rarely seen, Barons resemble priests or bishops, cloaked with a blanket of skin, hiding a pair of misshapen goat-like legs. The Barons seem to act as both the religious officials and commanders of Hell’s armies, conducting sacrifices of both human and demon victims alike, usually relegating the fighting to the other “lesser” species. However, they intervene when they feel they must. Fighting almost with a sense of dignified grace, Barons eclipse much of the other demons in not only height and size, but strength as well. Similar to the Imps and Hell Knights, the Barons can summon fire through stigmata found in the palms of their hands, and some are capable of teleportation. The Lone Marine revealed that he had killed a duo of these Barons near the site of the Phobos Anomaly, barely escaping with his life.

Leah on the Offbeat now has a Synopsis!!

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Leah Burke—girl-band drummer, master of deadpan, and Simon Spier’s best friend from the award-winning Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda—takes center stage in this novel of first love and senior-year angst.

When it comes to drumming, Leah Burke is usually on beat—but real life isn’t always so rhythmic. An anomaly in her friend group, she’s the only child of a young, single mom, and her life is decidedly less privileged. She loves to draw but is too self-conscious to show it. And even though her mom knows she’s bisexual, she hasn’t mustered the courage to tell her friends—not even her openly gay BFF, Simon.

So Leah really doesn’t know what to do when her rock-solid friend group starts to fracture in unexpected ways. With prom and college on the horizon, tensions are running high. It’s hard for Leah to strike the right note while the people she loves are fighting—especially when she realizes she might love one of them more than she ever intended.

Estonian Paranormal Vocabulary 🌙

Based on the Russian Paranormal Vocabulary list by @languagesetc ~

  • Fenomen; Nähtus - Phenomenon
  • Paranormaalne - Paranormal
  • Tundmatu Lendav Objekt/Ese - UFO
  • Maaväline Elu - Extraterrestrial life
  • Tulnukas - Alien
  • Olemine; Olemasolu; Eksistents - Existence; Being
  • Elu - Life
  • Tehislik - Artificial
  • Anomaalia - Anomaly
  • Kahtlus - Doubt
  • Illusioon - Illusion
  • Müsteerium - Mystery
  • Vaim - Spirit
  • Hing - Soul
  • Ebausk - Superstition
  • Olend - Creature
  • Kummitus - Ghost
  • Surmajärgne elu - Afterlife
  • Kohalolek - Presence
  • Nähtamatu - Invisible
  • Telepaatia - Telepathy
  • Telekinees - Telekinesis
  • Levitatsioon - Levitation
  • Ouija laud - Ouija Board
  • Seanss - Seance
  • Teaduslik - Scientific
  • Parapsühholoogia - Parapsychology
  • Uurimine - Investigation
  • Selgitus - Explanation
  • Selgitamata - Unexplainable
  • Salapärane - Mysterious
  • Müstiline - Mystical
  • Intuitsioon - Intuition
  • Enne - Omen
  • Eelaimus - Premonition
  • Rahutus - Uneasiness
  • Ebakindlus - Uncertainty

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Please let me know if there are any corrections to be made!

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Hemlock is Looking For Members! [18+][Balmung!]

Tucked away on a dreary street of the Goblet lies a small house of curiosities, oddities and comfort to an eccentric, talented and yes, curious clientele.

 Hemlock humbly opens it’s ledgers to any and all searching for work in the fields of the unexplained and the earthly comforts.

 What is Hemlock? Literally speaking, Hemlock is a poisonous biennial herbaceous plant. [Conium maculatum]

 As an organization, Hemlock is a store for collectors, darker magi and artifact hunters. It offers a wide variety of “Anomalies”, or artifacts questionable origin and further questionable function. Every object has just a bit of something off to it, varying across a broad spectrum. We sell merchandise ranging from oddities, to the truly enigmatic.

What is an Anomaly? An Anomaly is an object, artifact, life-form or entity that has been cursed into an enigmatic state, haunted, or simply has no explanation. Every object we find or are donated is brought to the proper corresponding Guild for inspection. In other words, an anomalous plant is to be inspected by the Botanist’s Guild, an anomalous machine is brought to the Machinist’s Guild and so on. If these guilds are unable to provide an explanation for these artifacts, they are then classified based upon their apparent function, tested, logged and sold by us. So many adventurers spend their time fighting and slaying their way through Eorzea’s many mysterious, hostile dungeons - yet not once does one question why the books are flying as a bat would, or why the candelabra is bleeding.

 We are looking for:

 -‘Dark’ magi
 -Scholars
 -Researchers
 -Sales experience
 -Apothecaries
 -Those with an interest in the unexplained
 -Botanists
 -Spiritcallers
 -Shamans

For an audience more clandestine, Hemlock is a neutral ground. A meeting place, a lounge and getaway for those who need a brief stay away from the mundane. Beneath the shop dwells a dimly lit, tastefully macabre brothel. All drinks are complimentary, so we happily welcome all guests to pick their poison. Weapons are allowed, although patrons are advised not to use them.

 We are looking for:

-Courtesans
-Prostitutes
-Geisha
-Escorts
-Dancers
-Bartenders

For those interested interested in the field, Hemlock is searching for new Operators as well. An Operator is a title given to those interested in the field of asset acquisition and wet-work. As you will be hunting for things that quite literally go bump in the night,

 We are looking for:

-Military veterans
-Past agency experience
-Thieves
-Highwaymen
-Shinobi
-Inquisitors
-Sharpshooters

If your profession has not been named above, please inquire with us directly, as we may still be interested in your talent.

TL;DR: We are an organization that collects, studies and sells the unexplained, our downstairs being a speakeasy brothel. We are looking for researchers, courtesans of all races & genders and operatives.

If you are interested in joining or have questions, please contact either Ajirai#0572 or Argent#3238 via Discord. Alternatively, you may send me a message on tumblr! We have a Linkshell and Discord.

I have no words

Word count: 1,215

Genre: Fluff

Sidenote: This was inspired by a song by Dodie Clark called I have no words and I intended it to show how love can change a person’s perception of themselves. 

The bleak walls stared down at me as thoughts raced through my head. The room was silent but all I could hear was noise, voices, screaming at me, telling me that I’m not good enough. I looked down to see my bare thighs rested on the clean white bedsheets and yet all I could see was an imperfect mess, something that needed to be fixed. I had never been a confident person and it just so happened that 3am hit me hard. My throat began to burn and my eyelids felt heavy. A soft whimper escaped my mouth as a singular tear rolled down my cheek. I looked at my bloodshot eyes in the reflection of my phone and an overwhelming unhappiness took over my body. I was feeling so much pain.

I had never been in love; only once felt the soft touch of the lips of another. But oh how I longed to belong to someone, to be held tightly in their arms, encompassed with so much love that I didn’t know what to do with myself. But sadly, this was a reality that was never to be. I always felt too ugly to be loved by someone else. Masking my naked face every day with makeup, with the soul purpose to fake a persona which was only to impress. I cared all too much about what other people thought and it hurt. I was constantly wearing clothes to hide my stomach and the lumps of fat that only I noticed. I felt undesirable.

I carried this with me throughout most of my life and I had accepted it. I was an anomaly to the system, never to be loved and never to be wanted. I sat there that night, silently crying at my misfortune. The acceptance was beginning to fade away as I realised that there was nothing that I wanted more than to be in a relationship with another human being. I had one particular person in mind, my one true friend and roommate Dan Howell. His perfection was uncanny, mine however was non-existent. I reluctantly pushed back my emotions out of fear of not being good enough for him and ruining the friendship that we had. But it was so hard to see him everyday knowing that he was the only person that I longed to be with.

The silence filled with my whimpering cries of self-pity. Nose running and hair knotted.

“Y/N?” His familiar voice calmed me slightly, making me forget about the current state that I was in.

“Are you okay?” The door creaked open and Dan made his way over to the chaos of bed sheets where I lay sobbing. I tried to be strong but I had no words for the pain that I was feeling, self-hatred.

Although hazy, I gazed up into his soft brown eyes which emoted so much empathy and care. I couldn’t help but recognise the imperfect curls that were positioned on his head, one particular curl hanging down on his forehead. His smile was concerned but warm and his familiar lopsided dimples made me chuckle slightly. Neither of us had to say a word. Dan leaned in close to me, and squeezed me tight, breathing deeply on my neck.

I had hugged Dan before, but not like this. His hands intertwined around my waist as I clung onto his neck and burrowed my teary eyes into his shoulder. I had never experienced such closeness and I didn’t want it to end.

“Please, Y/N, tell me what’s wrong” He asked whilst still holding me.

I gently pushed Dan away, I didn’t want to appear weak in front of him, I didn’t want him to see my insecurities

“I don’t want to die alone, Dan” I had never seen such worry overcome his face. “I’m scared that nobody will ever love me” Once more, I broke down into tears, feeling oh so stupid for revealing this to him.

“Y/N I-“

“Please, Dan, I don’t want sympathy” I whispered whilst avoiding eye contact and staring down at the floor in embarrassment.

All of a sudden, I noticed Dan’s eyes beginning to glaze over before a tear streamed down his pale cheek. “I love you, Y/N”

In this moment, I didn’t know what to feel or how to feel it. But I did know one thing for certain, I wasn’t alone anymore. I had Dan by my side, intertwining his fingers with mine, gripping tightly as we both snivelled.

Did he mean as a friend? Or was this a confession? I was so confused yet excited at the same time. But no matter what, I would not let the overwhelming optimism overcome me. I was all too friendly with the feeling of disappointment and I wasn’t ready to experience this again.

“Ever since you moved in here, I couldn’t help but fall in love with you” I could sense his nervousness, a similar feeling to my own, fear of rejection. Blood was rushing through my veins, my heart was beating at 100 miles an hour yet all I could do was gawp at his perfect face and the way that his tears made him appear so much more precious.

“I love you too Dan” I whimpered. In this moment I couldn’t quite believe what was happening, I had to pinch myself to make sure that I wasn’t dreaming. But this was reality. Dan Howell, the man that I had repressed my feelings for, was sitting in front of me confessing his love.

There’s something special about eye contact. The way that you connect with a person. But with Dan, everything was different; I could stare into the darkness of his eyes forever, so full of life and compassion. His smile revealed wrinkles in the corners of his eyes, revealing true happiness. He had the kind of face that made you feel safe; handsome yet beautiful with constellations of freckles carved into his cheeks.

The silence was silent no more. Synchronised were our racing heartbeats as the sheets rustled gently, becoming displaced with every movement edging closer to one another. My head was throbbing but it could not distract from the rush of both fear and excitement that I was feeling. My hands were trembling but I could not contain my self anymore, I couldn’t help but observe his chapped lips and how much I wanted to kiss them.

All of a sudden, he grabbed me and everything fitted into place. I could feel his soft breath on my neck as he made his way up to my lips, pecking me with small kisses. Foreheads touching, we gazed into each other’s eyes once more before he finally gave in; caressing my cheek, his sweet lips invaded mine as I ran my fingers through his silky hair.

“Y/N” he whispered slowly amongst short, shallow breaths. For once, I meant something. My name finally had a purpose and I had never experienced anything like it.

His hand now rested just below my ear. Thoughts were piercing my mind; this was like a dream only but better. This was the first of many moments that we would share together I thought as I closed my eyes and leaned in for another.

celestial ☆ jihoon

characterlee jihoon / woozi.
au ☆ guardian angel au.
genre ☆ fluff.
summary ☆ he’s the anomaly in your life of existing.
words ☆ 1260+ words.

weezy ☆ to be honest, this isn’t my favorite. i rushed the end a bit, but i hope it’s still okay. TT majority of the parts was actually … demonhoon, but i changed it so it’s angelhoon instead huhu.

every day’s morning to its night, you exist. wake up, eat, pass the time, eat, get ready for bed, sleep for a few hours less than what you should be receiving, and repeat. it is a repetitive cycle that you don’t mind reenacting each and every day, having gotten used to the bore of it all. it’s all the same now, how you pass the day becomes a memory merged with all the other days you existed in.

so when you open the door to a beautiful man whose height stands only a few inches above your own, blonde hair crowning his head like a pious halo of its own and hazel piercing eyes to match the slight frown looking like it was etched onto his facials, you believe this may just be another part of existing. that is what you believe until your eyes zero on the actual brightly glowing halo floating centimeters above his hair and the gigantic pair of beautiful, pure white wings attached to his back. you then realize that this is an anomaly in his repetitive cycle of existing, the one you never asked for but always hoped would come.

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A batfamily Miss peregrine’s Au

They live in Kate’s loop (Her bird is a crow or a raven). 

Bruce lived out of any loops for a while but moved into Kate’s loop to help her. His peculiarity is he can shadow travel.

Dick’s peculiarity is he can levitate. Not very high but he’s always hovering off the ground. 

Jason can shoot things with his mind. To do this he holds his hands in a gun gesture (like kids do when they’re playing), then pretends to pull the trigger.

Tim can read minds. But not thoughts only memories and only if he’s touching them. The longer he touches them the older the memories he can see. 

Stephanie can see the future (she calls her visions spoilers).

Cass can turn invisible. She has no control over it and it only happens when she’s scared, embarrassed or shy.

Damian can bring things back to life, but only if he takes another life from something (or someone) else. He’s a bit of an anomaly even for a peculiar because both he and his father are both peculiars.

Duke’s peculiarity is basically whatever his abilities in the comics are.

Harper is a ymbryne like Kate, she can turn into a bluebird.

I just let myself get really deep into the invisible man case...

 and though I bet this has been written before, I just really love it. Like…so much. 

“No murder weapon, door locked from the inside, only one way in or out of here.”

Sherlock sees himself as a victim of his own mind. Despite the immense knowledge that it grants him, it’s an inescapable prison that prevents him from having the human connection he truly desires. At the beginning of the series, the doors to his mind palace are locked tight and there is no way in or out to save him. 

“but, John Watson, while I was trying to solve a murder, instead saved a life.”

So, while Sherlock was trying to figure out how to function with his mind around others and how to navigate life as a human being, not an anomaly, John, good ol’ John Watson already knew how human Sherlock was. Plus, he knew the one way in. Sherlock’s heart.

John saved a life by disregarding the murder and focusing on the human that needed saving…

Sherlock.

Heartstrings [Yoongi]

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Genre: Angst; Fluff
Word Count: 4405
Description: Min Yoongi. 23. Diagnosed with paralysis and Acute Myocardial Infarction. Should probably also be diagnosed with/as a: sassiness, arrogance, the most dangerous handsome looks, a closet romantic, lovesick.
Author’s Note: My Yoongi fics always turn out to be the longest and I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s because he is niceu to write for. Also I love Yoongi a lot and when I write angst for him I cry. Bye Min Yoongi. You stole my heart.

You, as a medical student and intern at the largest hospital of the city, have seen your fair share of blood. In fact, it is probable that you have seen more than your fair share of blood by now, with all the blood tests and stained scrubs and patients getting wheeled in and out desperately on stretchers. It is safe to say you have gotten used to it; as the days passed, it became no more than a color. You hate the tangy, metallic smell of blood, the way it is iron in your mouth, weaving into the air and forcing its way down your throat.

In the hospital you work in, everything was white. It is supposed to be a color of peace and health and whatnot, which you found awfully ironic. You have long since begun to tire of the color white. It is stained with the color of blood and death.

He’s no different when you first meet him: dressed head to toe in white, staring into nothing, reeking of inevitable death. The standard hospital-issued white robe (flimsy, horrible things) only looks whiter against his pale skin (milky, not pasty and gaunt like you’d become so used to seeing). With blonde hair splayed on his white pillow and lower body swathed in a thick white blanket and index finger tracing invisible constellations on a white wall, he seems almost insubstantial, as if every cell in his body screams—begs to disappear.

But then he turns towards you, and his eyes lock into yours, darker than black yet filled with a silver that promised life, and glinting with something you couldn’t exactly place your finger on. Even as your mind wiped itself, there is one thought that fixed itself in your mind: he can be covered in the color, but he will never, ever be white.

“Nice to meet you, I’ll be your nurse starting today.”

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mage0flight  asked:

CRAP! Sorry DTK! I meant to type SF/US skelebros not SF/UF skelebros! Could you possibly add on the best friend headcannons?

No worries my friend! I’m on it! B)

US!Sans/Plum:

– Plum is an interesting person to get to know, especially as a best friend. A lot of his time is spent bouncing back and forth between places and people, with most attention saved for his brother. He’s sociable and friendly; at the same time there’s always a distant aura about him. He’s happy to make new friends, but it takes some effort and time to get it to a point where you hang out regularly. If he takes a liking to you, though, you’ll find that part will go by quick. Because when he starts working you into his schedule, planning around things to make time for you.. That’s when you know he’s really attached.

– He’s very vocally supportive of you and your passions. If you’re an aspiring artist, he praises your art and critiques it when you ask. He’ll  even do some research and offer to help you choose schools or a career path if you’re not entirely sure. Plum will never talk down your interests, even as a joke. It’s important to him that his loved ones are supported in that way.

– Despite his normally full and very active schedule, Plum actually really likes just sitting back and relaxing with you. He’d even nap if he could, but ever since he started getting himself to be productive it’s all he ever really knows how to do anymore. You’re probably one of the few who can convince him to just chillax for a bit. When he’s comfortable, both of you can lay there for hours on end, talking about everything and nothing all at once. Plum probably gets embarrassed about ‘wasting time’ afterwards, but he never regrets it. He’s thankful that he has you there to help him slow down.

– Plum is an excellent source of guidance. He’s the kind of monster that will methodically help you get to the bottom of a problem; whether it be feelings or a science experiment. He has a way of being clinical about it while also still being kind and empathetic. He’ll do what he can do help you out with whatever it is you’re dealing with - even go the extra mile since you’re his best friend.

–  A vulnerable Sans is a Sans that is in deep. Plum himself doesn’t open up too much to people; despite what others think, his brother is more of an open book than he is. As his best friend you’re likely to see a more subdued, tired side of himself once in a while. Sometimes it’s hard to keep up with the persona he’s created and he just wants to be free of it, if only for a moment. On these days he’s leas chatty but more.. Rambling, if that makes sense. Please give him your shoulder to lean on when he’s like this. This skeleton needs a break.

US!Papyrus/Cherry:

– To the general public, Cherry is a smooth talking jokester with a knack for pranks and a love/hate relationship with his brother’s puns. He’s personable in that he’s like that one guy at the party that came along with his friend and is going with the flow with a can of beer in hand plus a handful of stories to tell. He’s arguably the easiest of the four boys to get close to; he’s actually quite the open book, barring the stuff with resets and the anomaly. This anxious boy still wants a lot of friends so he doesn’t mind making them at all.

– As his best friend, you’re unfortunately going to be the guinea pig for a lot of his prank and puzzle ideas. Meaning he’s going to run them by you, test things on you… or both at the same time. Don’t worry, they’ll never be harmful; but there’s a chance they’ll at least be mildly embarrassing. He’ll make it up to you with lollipops and offers to put him through the same thing as a punishment.

– Chances are you’re also going to be spending a lot of time with Undyne. She is also another best friend of his, and it’s only natural he’d want you two to be on good terms too. And because of your mutual friendship with Papyrus you probably get along just fine! You’ll be invited to their sleepovers and hang outs every not and again, which will include browsing the Undernet for hours and helping Undyne out with her feelings for Alphys. It’s a good time, and you’ll make a nice little trio of buddies.

– He eventually tells you about the resets, and it’s a pretty heavy conversation. When he tells you, you know that he trusts you with his life: He might have already before, but the anomaly is a subject he finds hard to broach for a number of different reasons that he gets into with you. It’s a big step forward in your already strong friendship, and afterwards he will come to lean on you for support in that.

– Cherry is a remarkable listener. When he knows you’ve got something on your mind, he’ll throw a prodding question your way to test the waters. If you look like you might give, he’ll go on to ask about your problems. He leans into your side and keeps an arm around you when you vent to help you feel more comfortable. Cherry will carefully knock his skull against your head, a gesture he remembers from his own childhood, and listens for as long as you need him to.

– Whereas Plum allows his loved ones to see his more vulnerable side, Cherry’s best friend will be able to see the genuinely optimistic part of him once in a while. It’s not nearly as prominent as it was before everything, but Cherry is still very much a Papyrus in the way that he will always try to see the good in things. Maybe not in regard to himself or his own situation, but for others. He’s never going to let you feel hopeless.

The Magician’s Roommate

Happy National Fanfic Author Appreciation Day! (Or something like that)

(I’ve decided to appreciate myself. Typical. I wrote a thing about Pynch through the eyes of Adam’s college roommate. I wrote it really quickly, but I honestly really love how it turned out. Let me know what you think.)


Keith Holloway had always had a certain idea of what his college experience would be like. Study groups, coffee shops, and maybe the occasional party.

So far, all of that had been proven correct.

The one thing he didn’t anticipate, however, was Adam Parrish.

It was impossible for any one man to anticipate Adam Parrish really, because honestly what even was he? Did anyone know? Did Adam?

Keith surmised he was from the south based on accent alone. It was not an obvious thing, but Adam’s words all carried that subtle ring of practiced forgery, and Keith, being both evervigilant and a law student, could hear the occasional vowel overstaying its welcome.

Adam Parrish had arrived at Princeton in possession of a full-ride scholarship, a big brain, and an even bigger work ethic. His hands were weathered, his skin was freckled. His wardrobe repeated weekly and there were permanent bags seated under his eyes.

He was also deaf in one ear.

A blow to the head, he’d said.

It was gruff, detached, as if the sting of those words had scabbed over long ago.

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anonymous asked:

Espadas reacting to a human s/o who was raised by hollows? (Assuming the hollows that did so had reasonable enough intelligence to do so)

(゜▼゜*)

Starrk:

-Wouldn’t it be lonely to live completely separated from your own kind? He’s surprisingly sympathetic about the whole situation, and openly expresses a desire for you to be able to find other humans like you. 

Halibel:

-She rather dislikes the idea of you, a fragile human, being as tied to a horrible place like Hueco Mundo as they all are, but with your background, there’s no choice but to accept it and support you. 

Ulquiorra:

-He would have expected a human raised by other Hollows to be sensible, and yet, you somehow remain as emotional and foolish as the rest of them. It must be innate to your species to be unable to learn. 

Nnoitra:

-If you were raised by Hollows, then you’re probably going to act more like one than human. It’ll be a lot easier for him to deal with someone who at least understands how Hollows operate. 

Grimmjow:

-He doesn’t really understand how a human could have managed to live with Hollows, but it should mean that you’re more like him than you are like your own species. Hopefully, you’ll be more tolerable than most of your kind. 

Szayel:

-Your entire existence goes against everything Hollows should do, and the fact that you even survived that life makes you a scientific anomaly. He’d very much like to study you and the Hollows that raised you.

Aaroniero:

-Honestly, he’s tempted to absorb the unusual Hollows that raised you. They would have had to be strong to keep you alive in Hueco Mundo, and he’s oddly fascinated by the circumstances surrounding you.