makes me wonder if these differences would have eventually driven them apart


long ago, back when i thought i had self restraint and impulse control, i stumbled upon an old ask from gav-bot innocently asking id i’d consider a gem-stuck au… 

jk, this was just a very fun way to exercise drawing different body-shapes and silhouettes. ask about fusions if you’d like, i’ve already got a bunch sketched out! (& info for everyone down below since i had so much time to world build while working on everyone and i’d like to get it out somewhere :3c)

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eternalgirlscout  asked:

how does juno's power work in the soulmate au? can he only read nureyev's mind or is peter's just especially noticeable to him?

I almost feel like answering a question in fic form is about equivalent to answering it by bursting out into a random song-and-dance routine. I don’t know if this is a good or a bad thing, but I’m gonna roll with it regardless. 

Superpowered Soulmate AU | Part 2 | Part 3

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Royai Week 17: Day 5

So this is a combination of angst and fluff. Because I have a pattern this week and can’t simply write fluff to save my life.

Day One Day Two Day Three Day Four

Theme: Letters

Words: 3,994

Riza removed the rest of the hangers from the closet and set them in the box. It was already filled with other miscellaneous items she had found and gathered from around the bedroom. A small bedside lamp, a couple of empty picture frames that had been hidden behind the dresser, one of Hayate’s balls, and an old book about the alchemical properties of gases. Just small things that the movers had missed when they took the large furniture out of the apartment.

Not that they really needed to move the furniture out of the apartment. The presidential mansion would be fully furnished when they moved in.

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Note: first time trying a song fic. it feel like it sucks, oh my. but I love this song so much and I feel Bucky in every word. sorry if this sucks, I really did try. feedback is welcome! .c

When you were here before
Couldn’t look you in the eye
You’re just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry

The moment Y/N, walked through the elevator, Bucky stopped mid-sentence, his breath getting caught in his throat. She was the most beautiful person he’d ever seen, he couldn’t believe she was in the same room as he was. How could someone look so innocent and pure?

Y/N was introducing herself to her soon to be fellow teammates, shaking their hands one by one, presenting the most gorgeous smile Bucky has ever witnessed before. She gracefully walked over to Bucky with the same light in her eyes, regardless of the fact that she was about to meet the former Winter Soldier.

Y/N reached her hand towards Bucky and he could’ve died right there. “Hello, I’m Y/N.” She said, her voice soft and light, Bucky almost missed it. Bucky’s eyes couldn’t seem to focus on hers, he was too entranced with the way her hand felt in his as he shook it with the lightest of touches. Was she an angel or was Bucky dreaming?

Her skin was soft and he wondered if he was going crazy because all he wanted to do was cry at how smooth and soft she felt. Not only that, but something about her soft touch of skin on his made his heart jump and his stomach flip upside down. He was nervous for a lot of reasons, all of those keeping him from speaking or even looking into her eyes.

You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
And I wish I was special
You’re so fuckin’ special

Time passed and Bucky watched Y/N from the sidelines most of the time. He still couldn’t form a complete sentence around her, no matter how much he wanted to. She was graceful in everything she did; the way she spoke, the way she laughed, the way she fought, everything. She’s like a feather, almost. You always have to point it out, bask in the beauty of it, pick it up and take a moment to appreciate it for what it is.

Y/N was definitely special in Bucky’s eyes. No matter how many times he felt down, the moment he saw her, all of it disappeared. The raging storm inside of his mind instantly calmed and he had to admit, he would stare at her for as long as he could if that meant he didn’t have to think about how he wasn’t special like she was.

But I’m a creep, I’m a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?
I don’t belong here.

Bucky thought of himself as everything opposite of what Y/N was. He wasn’t pure, he wasn’t innocent, he wasn’t the type of person who could make someone smile. Bucky was a creep and he was a weirdo, he didn’t belong with these people. He’s done more damage than any of them and he suffered everyday. Bucky knew it was selfish to want Y/N all to himself, but he didn’t care anymore. He wanted happiness and Y/N was it.

I don’t care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul

Bucky didn’t care one bit if being with Y/N would scare him or eventually hurt him. He wanted someone like her around so he could feel like he had control of himself. Bucky suffered every night with nightmares, and as time went by, she would comfort him through the night. He didn’t care about the consequences, he knew he’d never hurt someone like her. But would someone like her hurt him?

Bucky was insecure about himself in most ways a person could be. Their thoughts, opinions, actions, their choices, and their appearance. He didn’t have the best body in his opinion. Bucky had scars, scratches, a metal arm. It was something he’d catch Y/N staring at from time to time. He wondered how she felt about it, even after she would tell him that she’s merely interested in it and how it works. She wasn’t afraid of him.

Bucky’s soul was another one of his insecurities. ‘Thou shalt not kill’ floated through his brain like a forbidden plague, tearing through his skull, ripping at every crevice. Bucky knew he would be eternally damned. Y/N was different, he thought. No matter how many times she said she isn’t as innocent as Bucky made her out to be, he would immediately disagree. Bucky was the exact definition of damned; he had a dark and lonely soul.

I want you to notice
When I’m not around
You’re so fuckin’ special
I wish I was special

It came time when Bucky had to go away on a long mission, having no idea when he would be back. He didn’t want to go, but he knew he had to. It was his duty to protect now and Bucky had to follow through. Y/N was sad when it came time to say goodbye to Bucky. But it would never amount to the sadness Bucky felt when he realized just how much he was going to miss Y/N. Would she notice he was even gone?

Y/N would surely forget about him the moment he left, Bucky thought. His absence wouldn’t affect her at all; he wasn’t as special as Y/N was. He wouldn’t be missed, he wouldn’t be worried for, he wouldn’t be thought about. But what Bucky didn’t know, was that he was indeed special to Y/N.

But I’m a creep, I’m a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?
I don’t belong here.

Those thoughts remained in Bucky’s mind for a long time. He eventually confessed his feelings for Y/N the night he got back from his mission. She said the words Bucky never would’ve thought he’d ever hear from her mouth, the words sounding so innocent and pure. Bucky began to show his insecurities in the relationship; the baggage he carried not letting him open up and be the man he wanted to be for his girl.

He thought everything would’ve been fixed when he had the girl of his dreams wrapped up in his arms for him to protect throughout the night. Bucky still felt like he didn’t belong. He was a creep. He was a weirdo. How could someone like Y/N love him?

She’s running out again,
She’s running out
She’s run run run run

Bucky had driven Y/N away plenty of times. He would get so insecure with himself, he’d become the one who was tearing the relationship apart at the seam. The thread was running thin, just like Y/N. She tried her best to make Bucky happy, to make him realize he wasn’t who he was before. He isn’t who he thinks he is. Bucky’s special and Y/N couldn’t make him see it, so she ran away from home, from Bucky, one too many times.

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You’re so fuckin’ special
I wish I was special

Bucky spent his most of his nights awake, scared to sleep because he had become immune to having Y/N by his side. She left altogether, taking Bucky’s heart with her. Bucky wanted nothing more than to let Y/N be happy, live how she wanted, even if that meant it wasn’t with him anymore. Bucky still thought Y/N was the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, she was still pure and innocent in his eyes. She was special. He wished he were the same.

But I’m a creep, I’m a weirdo,
What the hell am I doing here?
I don’t belong here.
I don’t belong here.

But Bucky wasn’t good for Y/N. He was too spoiled and rotten, he was messed up in any way that was humanly possible. Every time he looked at himself in the mirror after Y/N had left him, he continued to realize just how tarnished and what a huge creep he was. He had no place here, he had nothing left, he had no reason. Why was he here? To be a burden? To watch people cower in fear over the sight of his arm, knowing what kind of past it held?

Bucky stopped everything and decided it was time he went after the one person who made him feel better than all of this. He just hoped it wasn’t too late.

Note: feedback is welcome!! .c

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Say You’ll Haunt Me Pt. 8 (A Kenny Omega Story)

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I got this finished a lot faster than I expected. It just kind of flowed. Part 9 will be the last! Thank you to everyone that has read this series and left comments <3 You’re all awesome. Special thanks to @daintymissdevitt, this story wouldn’t be nearly as long without her and all of the brainstorming sessions we had <3 ALSO, I’m pretty sure the tags were glitching out for part 7 so if you haven’t seen that post yet, there’s a link below.

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Masquerading as Professionals- Chapter 10/10- Ortega

A/N: wowowowowow. Chapter 10! I know I say it every time but thank you guys so so much for the love this fic has recieved, it honestly does mean the world! If anyone’s interested, I started a sideblog for all my fic-related stuff so hit me up over there if you fancy it (artificialortega). I’m probably going to be so unable to let this story go and so I may write some drabbles and stuff like that over there! Anyway, thanks so much again and I hope you guys like the chapter!!

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Sara Farizan Is Your New Favorite Queer YA Novelist | Ashley C. Ford

Sara Farizan’s novel If You Could Be Mine, set in Tehran, Iran, follows two teenage girls, booky and serious Sahar, and her best friend, fashionable and aloof, Nasrin, navigating their attraction to each other without a blueprint for the journey.

“I need an answer from you. Please, don’t treat me like I’m silly girl, because we’re too old for that. If I were a man, would you be with me? Would you leave him for me?” Sahar pleads with Nasrin during an argument. Playing with a strand of Sahar’s hair while contemplating a response, Nasrin offers: “You wouldn’t look so bad with a beard.”

What sets Farizan apart from many of her contemporaries is her ability to create a world where an Iranian teenage girl falling in love with another Iranian teenage girl doesn’t seem more outlandish than a human loving a vampire. Her success as a novelist epitomizes many of the ideas Daniel Josè Older examines in his essay “Diversity Is Not Enough.” If You Could Be Mine exists in a book culture described by Older as much: “The publishing industry looks a lot like these best-selling teenage dystopias: white and full of people destroying each other to survive.” Farizan’s voice, bubbly and thoughtful, raises just a bit when I ask her about diversity in YA novels.

“I don’t want to touch the holiness that is Harry Potter because the fans love it, and it’s wonderful, but I do think it would make such a difference, not just to have a token minority character. None of that. Even a fleshed out character. I’m just so sick of token minority characters. It’s a disservice to everybody.”

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Amaranthine (2/6)

Summary: Modern soulmates CS AU.  In which soulmates are rare, and those that have them stop aging at adulthood.  Rarer still – and dangerously conspicuous – are those that have special abilities.  Immortality and powers alike fade when soulmates come in close proximity with their other half.   In which Emma’s touch heals, and Killian’s kills.

Rated: M (for later chapters)

Warnings: Language, mentions of homelessness

Words: ~6200

Part: One

Notes:  Thank you to everyone that read, reviewed, and messaged about Part One!  I will love you forever.  As ever, my devotion and gratitude to @seastarved for her help with early drafts and for that edit up there.  Love and hugs to @is-that-what-it-is and @high-seas-swan for reading through the final draft.

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Just let me run, love.

Killian Jones desperately aches to give Killian fucking Jones a right punch to the gut.  But he knows that, dressed head to toe in black leather, and wearing the cold expression he’s learned to set on his face, he’d rightly attract attention

So, after slipping around the corner at Emma’s – oh God, Emma – distraction, he gravitates towards the river instead, intent on purging the devil in his thoughts with the sound of the wild, running water.

It had occurred to him, centuries ago, once it became clear he wasn’t a bloody demon, that his other half must be walking around out there somewhere.  His life is a blur of empty pleasure.  He’s seen hulking mountains and hidden villages, admired every piece of art under the sun.  He’s likely commandeered every bloody tall ship there is, just for the hell of it. Yet…he’s wondered before if the promise of death would drag it all into a different light.  After all, there is no sunset without the horizon.

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One Second

Author: Lindsay C. (no tumblr account listed)

Rating: Teen 

TW: Major character death.

It was midnight when Katniss crept into the graveyard, a shovel propped over her shoulders and a toolbox hanging from her fingers. The headstone stood where it had this morning when she came to lay down the flowers. It even read the same name. Both then and now, she stood at the foot of the freshly laid dirt tract and stared at the lettering, wondering if in the blink of an eye it would fade into a different name. Here lies Clove Ramsey. Here lies Beetee Latier. Here lies Alma Coin.

But no matter how hard she squinted it taunted her with the same name.

Here lies Peeta Mellark. 1995-2016. Beloved son and nephew.

A drunk driver had rammed Peeta’s Pontiac off an overpass last Thursday night. The coroner assured her and his parents that it was quick, and that he probably didn’t feel a thing. But Katniss felt a damn thing. She felt every damn thing. Not just because her high school best friend was suddenly gone from her life, but also because it was her fault. He had been on his way to the Walgreens to get her Ibuprofen for her headache. She could have driven herself. She should have driven herself, then he’d be safe in bed right now, not lying limp in a casket six feet underneath her sneakers.

But not for long.

“I’m going to get you out of here, Peeta,” she whispered gently to the patch of dirt.

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