my family lacks this of course

Hey there everyone! WHOO! Finally got a reprieve, as I’m done with my drawings for my final project, now I have to continue typing the written parts.

Done largely in part because I love the lore, practice drawing human characters, and to pass the time whenever I need a breather from from college.

While researching for the lore of Dark Souls for my In-progress AU Comic, I noticed how LARGE the mythology of Dark Souls and the deities that reside, along with the fan speculation of which god corresponds with whom and etc. In spite of all this, from what I can tell, outside of Gwyn’s family, there has never been a, for lack of a better term, “compendium piece” of the gods and goddesses of dark souls, so I made my own :D

Because some gods are not represented in imagery, I decided to design how they might look if they ever showed up amongst mortals. I owe a lot to Tumblr, Reddit and the DS fandom as a whole, the amount of theory and lore discussions are always gold, and of course, the lore-lords like @vaatividya and @silver-mont, their vids are always interesting to watch :)

From the Top Row: The Bearers of the Lord Souls

Gravelord Nito: No need for an explanation here xD

Gwyn, Lord of Sunlight: Drawing him was easy, but here I wanted portray a very stern, no-nonsense god king who really, REALLY is someone you don’t want to piss off, and someone who is almost NEVER happy and/or satisfied.

The Witch of Izalith: I’m honestly surprised there’s not much fanart of how her face might look like, so I pitched in. She basically resembles her daughters, but with a more matriarchal vibe, with a stronger jawline and sharper eyes to reflect that. She’s also very tall, towering over Gwyn and just slightly edging out NK in height.

The Furtive Pygmies, featuring Manus and a Pygmy Lord: With the Ringed City revealing that there were SEVERAL pygmies, I had quite some fun with the speculation and possibilities of how the Pygmies as a whole looked like.

Personally? I simply interpret them as humans but more, with more power over the dark soul, but otherwise having different roles in society like regular folk, the Ringed Knights are Warriors, the Lords are the rulers, etc.

I put Manus amongst them, why? Because no way should ONE man be able to have THAT much abyss power just because he’s a human. Since the dark soul is divided amongst humans, I interpret him having a huge chunk of the Dark Soul (as per these two threads), and thus was simply a mighty sorceror who happened to be really, REALLY old, even by Pygmy standards. Plus I always wondered… How does one torture a dead man? The Mad King was described as undying, so according to my own logic, he wasn’t totally “dead” when he was buried. His grave could signify him wanting a modicum of peace, after all, his entire race was basically put in a glorified prison by Gwyn… Sensing the growing madness within him (probably due to sheer isolation), he probably decided to “die” on his own terms in Oolacile… then future idiots proceeded to listen to TOTALLY NOT SUSPICIOUS AT ALL SERPENT and dug up his grave.

The random Pygmy Lord is basically representing one of the first Pygmy Lords.

Second Row: The Children of the Gods

The Nameless King, Firstborn of Gwyn, God of War: In a short period of time, has become my favorite character amongst the gods… There’s so much of a story to tell from him, his relationship with his family, the reasons as to WHY he betrayed the dragons, and thanks to lore threads a-plenty, I interpret him as one of the most honorable and dedicated of the gods. He watches over his warriors of sunlight even if they ARE humans (whom Gwyn HATES) AND he protects Dragons. Despite meI head-canoning him bigger than Gwyn and is in general a wall of muscle and armor, he’s STILL shorter than his sisters.

Gwynevere, Goddess of Fertility: Gwynevere here I interpret as one of the nicer gods, so I made her expression to reflect such. Because Gwyndolin’s illusion of her may be simply him projecting what he remembers most of her and thus potentially exaggerating certain aspects, I toned down a lot the “Aphrodite-esque” glamor, in favor of a more personable look, though still decked out.

Filianore: The daughter we know even less of than Gwynevere, but thanks to a certain reddit thread that discussed how dedicated NK was to her via the floral carvings that is present in Archdragon peak… She must have been someone who NK was VERY close with, so I interpret her as the “Always trying to bring life to the family” kind of sister, though closest to her eldest brother.

Gwyndolin: The Dark Sun himself. Not much else to say here, I just wanted to draw him happy for once… Because WHY FROM? He really, really needs it.

The Daughters of Chaos

Quelana, Mother of Pyromancy: Due to her own title, I interpret her as the Studious Daughter, incredibly dedicated to her craft and always finding out ways to further her pyromancy… Until the Chaos Flame incident happened of course… Then she became wracked with survivor’s guilt…

I also interpret her as being the responsible one looking out to make sure her sisters don’t do anything too brash… Though in hindsight, that would make her suvivor’s guilt worse.

Quelaag: The most well known Chaos Daughter, and whom I interpret as The Aggressive Daughter, hence why she’s the only one of the sisters with a melee weapon. As the most in-your-face daughter I head-canon that she is the one who lowers down her hood the most, especially when she feels like challenging someone. Also VERY protective of her family.

Quelaan, The Fair Lady: Last but not least, I interpret Quelaan as always having been the shyest and nicest of the daughters. Her hood is more drooped down compared to Quelana, to highlight her shyness.

Fun fact, while trying to find her real name, turns out the name Quelaan was the name the community gave to her, and just became established fanon, so I just opted to name her just that.

Third Row: Other Members of the Larger Pantheon

All-Father Lloyd: Gwyn’s uncle, founder of the Way of White. Now there IS speculation that he’s not real, but here I interpret as the real deal, and thus looks like a wimpier, older version of Gwyn, yet still has an aura of authority. I used a bit of Paladin Leeroy for his crown, because I interpret that, when he REALLY needs to get his hands dirty, he too wields a mace, setting an example to all paladin-esque worshipers after him.

His clothes are tattered despite being the godly equivalent of a pontiff, to highlight two things:

One, despite him being a “lord”, his tattered look is to signify he is not “above” the rabble/his followers.

Two, I head-canon him becoming slowly more insane and full of hate toward the undead,as more and more of his family and friends either dies off or leaving home… He eventually disappears for unknown reasons and becomes forgotten.

Fina, Goddess of Love: The most popular candidate for Gwyn’s wife, or at least his first, I wanted to design her with the Embraced Set in mind, just modified to look more queenly rather than armor. Going by the general fanon, I interpret her as the mother of both NK and Gwynevere, but due to unknown circumstances, just up-and-left. Why? I dunno I haven’t thought that deep :(

Also wanted to try out and giving her a different look, skin-tone and facial wise compared to all the other gods and goddesses out there.

Velka, Goddess of Sin: My favorite goddess, her lore and weaponry associated with her is cool, but even with DS3 and all its DLC, I wish we got to know more of her and how she even became the one to hold the title of “goddess of sin” and how she absolves it. She is also, I noticed in fan-art and fanfic, the other most popular candidate for Gwyn’s wife.

Due to the fact that both Gwyndolin and Filianore are associated with illusions and magic, I interpret her as the mother of Filianore and Gwyndolin. She has sharp features and very pale skin, and share’s Filianore’s dark hair.

For her design, I compared aspects of the Statue of Velka from DS3, and both Oswald of Carim and Cromwell the pardoner. I didn’t want her to strictly dress like Oswald and Cromwell, so I incorporated more feathers to her outfit to give her a more “regal” look, as befitting a goddess, and not just pardoner. Funnily enough, with her book of sins and outfit, she also gives the aura of a medieval judge.

Caitha, Goddess of Tears: The third goddess associated with Carim, and one that I intentionally kept her eyes hidden. Mentioned in both 2 and 3, I want to reflect her constant “mourning” nature, and since ‘Gentle Prayer’ is associated with her chime in DS3, I thought her being in a position of prayer would be most appropriate.

Nahr Alma, God of Blood and Murder: Take Titchy Gren, make him more beast-like in proportion, now make him the size of Father Ariandel with the animalistic agility of the Orphan of Kos or Slave Knight Gael, and you have the God of Blood himself. I interpret him as a kind of god that is shunned by the rest, and is mostly treated as an attack dog, and nothing more. REALLY resents the other gods.

Sweater Weather

Jughead x Reader

Wordcount: 2.2k

Request: Can you do an imagine where Jughead breaks up with the reader and she doesn’t go  to school for a couple of days and when she returns she’s a mess wearing joggers and something of Jugheads.

Warnings: none/fluff/possible swearing

Summary: Based on the Neighbourhood Sweater Weather, Jughead breaks the readers heart, she’s a mess and when he sees what he’s done he realises it was a mistake.

Originally posted by juptern

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Allura: I suppose I should talk about how the cafe was founded. When I graduated college my father proposed to me I run my own small business before taking on the family company.

Lance: Allura here is the princess of Altea department stores like… for real. She is swimming in the hot okane* stacks!! ( money)

Allura: Yes well. I have always been interested in the idea but many of the maid cafes around us lacked subtly. While I love delighting and entertaining with more of the otaku brand culture, I wanted to add my own. We often hold lessons on fine dining and western tea. Helping our customers become more eloquent and elegant and poised.

Coran: I of course as her father’s assistant, saw to that Allura was doing her job.

Allura: Now I love the shop, struggles aside it is so rewarding.

Coran: Now for the rest of you scrappy lot!

Allura: Yes! Why did you all join us?

Shiro: Ah.. i-it seemed interesting (( 'cause he liked Allura))

Lance: Y-Yeah good work opportunity (( ‘cause he liked Allura ))

Hunk: I get to spend time with my b-buddy! (( Lance’s wingman/ free food ))

Pidge: Money. (( Lance’s backup wingman…. and really money ))

Keith: Broke a window.

Keith: It’s alright. A job’s a Job, right? But a reason?

Keith: No reason really.


10 Deathbed Regrets You Can Avoid By Taking Action Now

1. I spent too much time being angry. Anger is caused by many things, often times it’s because we’re living through the ego and reacting to what happens to us. Life is 10% what happens to us and 90% how we respond to it - we always have a choice when it comes to how we handle what life throws at us.

2. I wasted my life doing what was expected of me. Whether it’s society, parents, friends, family or partners - doing what others expect of us is how we neglect our true desires. This builds resentment towards ourselves over time and can result in the most painful of regrets.

3. I didn’t take care of my health. In the short-term we can neglect our health with minor consequences, but over the course of decades a lack of exercise and poor nutrition will result in the body breaking down and becoming less functional. One day it may be a struggle to walk up the stairs or even stand up.

4. I wasn’t happy in my relationship. Settling for less than we know we’re truly worth builds resentment towards ourselves because we are neglecting the relationship we have with ourselves. When we remain in relationships that don’t serve us we are reinforcing the message of self-loathing - rather than one of self-love.

5. I never travelled. Exploring the world broadens our horizons and allows us to gain perspective in our lives. Gaining a wider perspective of the world we live in allows us to adopt a global mindset, rather than a local mindset - which allows us to leave behind the opinions of others and live the life we dream of.

6. I didn’t spend enough time with loved ones. Quality time spent with the people who matter most to us does not consist of sitting in front of a glowing box in silence. Experiencing things together is what strengthens the bonds we have & creates fulfilling, meaningful relationships with those we care about.

7. The one that got away. Allowing our fears or pride to get in the way of something or someone we love will result in the burden of regret. When we know our heart’s desires it’s important to pursue them - if we allow them to pass us by while we wait for the “right time” it will never come.

8. I never found true love. Again, settling for less will be our greatest downfall. It may seem difficult at times but the pursuit of true love requires us to be true to ourselves & 100% authentic. If the relationship we find ourselves in is not what we’re looking for - we must love ourselves enough to walk away from it and continue the search for what we truly desire.

9. I lived in my comfort zone. Our comfort zones are places of perceived safety which offer no growth - if we live in them our entire lives we will realise that we spent our time living in limitation. We live in a vast world that demands exploration - if we allow our fears to dictate our behaviour, we’ll never know what we’re capable of and have the voice of “what-if” in our heads.

10. I worked too much. Work is a part of life, but when we take it too seriously we miss out on the other parts. Taking time to be with ourselves, to be still in nature and relax is essential for optimal mental health. Indeed, work may be necessary, but spending our whole lives working and none of it playing would be a pretty boring life.

This life can be whatever you want it to be - make it something worth living.

Peace & positive vibes.

Misotheism VII

Previous Parts: Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI 

Genre: Drama, Action

Word Count: 2.4K

Originally posted by tekukii

“You will be safe here.”

You blink tiredly up at the golden-haired God beside you, vision far too blurry to make sense of your surroundings. You feel as though you’re seeing a mermaid swimming about, but you are far too disoriented to actually comprehend it.

The warm hand encasing yours tugs you forward lightly, toward what appears to be a circular room, fitted with panes of glass, so that you can see the deep blue of the sea around you. Taehyung chuckles at your muffled gasp of surprise, pushing you gently down onto the bed. Your eyes widen as you noiselessly question him, making him tilt his head to the side in confusion, before the expression clears and he shakes his head vigorously.

“I want you to rest,” He explains, smiling at you, “You must be tired, after all.”

Then, almost as if on cue, your eyelids feel droopy, weighing heavily against your will, and you just manage a nod, before your head hits the pillow and you black out.

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I just had a revelation about why I love Celebrimbor so much. Well, one of the reasons, anyway.  

One idea that’s very prevalent in Tolkien’s work is the concept of hereditary or collective sin. Your ancestor screwed up? You’re probably doomed, or at least have to prove that you aren’t. (See: Aragorn, also movie!Thorin). Your folk did wrong against mine a few millennia ago? Move yourself off my lawn. The doom of Mandos cursed Feanor’s entire house, not just those who swore the oath.  

Maybe it’s because I’m German and very much distance myself from the sins of my forefathers, but I have a huge problem with that. Apparently, so does Celebrimbor.  

Then he basically says “Fuck the entire First Age, we’re making a new start. Curse, what curse? And remind me again why we dislike the dwarves, they’re pretty awesome from where I stand. Btw, I’m putting the star of my house on these doors, come on, judge me for the family I was born into.”  

It’s such a positive attitude and a lot more progressive than most of his contemporaries. Did Tolkien view it as hubris? I don’t know. In any case he knew how to write effective tragedy, because this lack of prejudice may have been a reason why Celebrimbor trusted Annatar, and then… well, we know what happened then.


QUARK: When did you get so smart?
ROM: I’ve always been smart, brother. I’ve just lacked self-confidence. Of course, I could forget everything I saw.
QUARK: How much?
ROM: Twenty percent of the profits.
QUARK: I suppose you’ll want a cut too?
NOG: As a Starfleet cadet, it’s my duty to report any violation of Federation law to my superiors immediately. But then again, I haven’t been sworn in yet. I’ll take ten percent.
QUARK: It’s a deal.

"He Could Have Pie, He Just Won't Eat It Though...": On the Absence of Pie in Season 12 and the Demystification of Mary Winchester

I am prefacing this by saying that I haven’t watched the most recent episode yet, so if Dean and Co. happen to eat pie in 12x13 “Family Feud” I had no way of knowing it. :)

That said, in the end, even if Dean did enjoy a slice in this week’s episode, it really wouldn’t change a whole lot, because so far we have seen Dean very rarely eat one of his favorite types of food in S12: pie. Sure enough, the reason why we may see Dean not indulge in eating as much pie may be entirely be explained by things outside of the show - like maybe Jensen saying “man, please no more sweet stuff” ;) - still within the context of a show the absence of pie his season feels very telling. Especially so as pie for Dean definitely was a typ of comfort food and held a good deal of connotations and associations that all circled round notions of family, home, safety and love.

In the 12 seasons of Supernatural Dean’s love for pie has become just as infamous as his love for his baby. Even more so Dean’s eating habits as such have been used as an indicator for his emotional state of mind, his longings and wishes and especially over the course of the “Mark of Cain”-arc Dean’s hunger or lack thereof was drawn attention to as it revealed a lot about his emotional struggles (I have written lot on this topic, I’d insert links but as I am typing this on my phone I can’t) as well as the fight he faced within between human and demon. After all, little else is such a direct example of basic human necessities: the need to eat and drink to survive. That entire plot with Dean edging away from being human to becoming a demon was exemplified heaviest when Dean “left that cheeseburger uneaten” as Crowley reminisces before raising Dean as a demon in 9x23 “Do You Believe in Miracles”. Dean’s arc was contrasted with Castiel’s, who as a human for the very first time experienced hunger and thirst as two real necessities to be able to function.

The topic of hunger and food as indicators for humanity therefore have been very directly written into Dean’s personal story arcs from S8 onwards. Given this focus of recent seasons paired with the shows adamancy of inserting Dean’s love for pie as a recurring stylistic device over 12 seasons of the show in general, it feels very striking that Dean seems to have lost his taste or love for pie in S12 almost completely - the season in which he sees his mother returning from the dead.

As mentioned above Dean’s love for pie seems to be to a good extent directly connected to the memory and love of his mother. In fact, 5x16 “Dark Side of the Moon” even gives the audience as much of a “starting point” as to how Dean’s love for pie came to be in the first place when we see one of Dean’s memories play out in which we (as much as Sam) learn that the Winchesters’ “marriage was never perfect until after Mary died” and that Dean comforted his mother when his father had moved out for a couple of days after a bad fight (one now has to wonder if maybe that could have been due to Mary disappearing and hunting), told her that “daddy still loves her” and offered emotional support to his mother when he was a mere 4 years old. It’s that memory standing out clearest in relation to Deans love for pie as Mary not much later after she calls Dean “her little angel” offers him some pie. It’s by no means a truly happy memory imo, especially as it does kind of showcase how Mary tries to lighten the mood with the offer of pie. It’s this action really that frames and explains Dean using pie as “comfort food” in the most literal sense of the term. So of course this will sound somewhat over the top, but one could argue that every time Dean enjoyed a slice of pie in his life he remembered this moment with his mom. A moment nonetheless in which he again acted almost like an adult rather than a child (and yes, that is suppose will just always remain the tragedy of Dean Winchester: his lost childhood, that, as the show progresses, it seems was lost much earlier than when his mother died…

Keeping all of this in mind I think it is interesting to take a look at S12. The season of Mary Winchesters return. The undoing of the past. But for sure not the erasure of old wounds, scars or traumas, but rather the start to add a few new on top. Amara giving Dean “what he needed most” was his mother. She gave the Winchesters a chance to re-write their story, because maybe she wished her and her brother could do the same. What Amara wanted - and there is not a single doubt in my mind, because even though Dabb seems to have forgotten what he himself wrote at the end of last season, Amara wasn’t cruel just cause - was for Dean to be happy and find peace. Little did she know that bringing back the Winchesters’ mom would hardly bring that for him.

Now, as I have written about multiple times at the end of last season and prior the beginning of this season with Mary’s return we aren’t just loosely following the possible re-write of the Winchesters’ story (though much of this season to me feels sadly like “same old same old” and plain repeat), most of all we see the demystification of Mary Winchester - and that may actually be one of the most painful ones for the Winchesters and Dean especially as it seems countless times he is proven that his mother really is nothing like he remembered her to be. Of course there are few characters that have had such a “cult” surrounding them on the show as Mary Winchester. Her own children never really got to know her as a person as they simply were way too small for that to be the case, yet over time Mary was stylized, idealized and turned into a symbol that had very little in common with the very real Mary Winchester - as this season explores.

Not a single episode this season didn’t feature some sort of deconstruction of Mary Winchester as a person and character or a realization of who she is opposed to how she was imagined to be. It’s vital to see things for what they are, but there’s no denying it’s tough and eliminates foundations that provided at least some sense of stability - and so far we have not seen any kind of building new ground together for a stronger and more mature foundation. In the first episodes Dean learns that Mary “never cooked” or “continued hunting even when she was already married” and that many of his memories are unveiled to have been “false”. Getting to know their mother really is a constant progression of disillusionment for the Winchesters (and for Dean much more than for Sam since he doesn’t have any memories that could be rendered untrue or incomplete or downright “wrong”) and while I firmly believe that Mary does somehow care about her grown up sons, true emotion and connection doesn’t seem to be there. And one can’t really blame anyone for that because of course for Mary suddenly being alive is hard and she never learnt how to have grown up kids, because well… she never lived to have them in a natural progression.

Still, I think it is fairly well portrayed how much Mary struggles to form a meaningful connection with Sam and Dean. A relationship that could build into becoming the loving relationship that meant safety and home and everything being okay for Dean for example as seen in his memories - and one memory in particular featuring pie. Coming back to the symbolic meaning of pie again I think it’s valid to analyze the absence of it in S12 (I truly only remember Dean eating pie in 2nd episode when all was still fairly “okay” and happiness prevailing over Mary being back rather than the start reality setting in) in relation to the demystification of Mary as a symbol and mother figure. Pie may simply not provide the comfort and safety it once did for Dean, because like so much of his past and memories regarding his mother have been overturned and corrected, but not in a very healing - or worded differently - comforting way.

So in a way this season exemplifies imo rather perfectly the saying “You can’t have your pie and eat it too”, which describes you can’t have two good things at the same time, which seems awfully fitting to the whole Mary Winchester arc. And in that regard I think it is indeed very revealing how now that Mary is back “Dean could have pie”, but we don’t see him eat it…

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idk if you're into star wars but, if you are, maybe a supercorp sw au type thing?

  • Being force sensitive is nothing special to Kara Danvers; her entire planet, her entire people, had been.
    • (The key word: had. She remembers the attack, remembers the flush of life and connection and now it all broke as millions, billions, of lives blinked off and out.)
    • (Lucky, she had been told, that she wasn’t home at the time. Lucky, like the pain of losing a world was anything worth wanting.)
  • As a child, Kara had been told stories of a time where such powers would mean years of training, commitment, vows. But that has not been the case for decades, not since the empire rose and fell.
    • Now, the force is dangerous. Powers are dangerous. Powers bring attention and attention brings pain.
    • And yet, three days after the attack, Kara had begun to train. She had to: all those deaths, she promised herself, would not be in vain.
  • She travels to a distant star, to a planet that had once been home to a Jedi temple. It is all ruins now, dust and scattered chances, but she stumbles through the cracked walls nevertheless. 
    • She gathers every remnant she can: a tattered book, ink lost to time. A fragment of a crystal. She plans to reassemble what she can, build some sort of a memory. Some sort of a chance.
  • It is only when she hears a quiet curse behind her that she realizes she is not alone. She pulls out her blaster. “Who’s there?”
    • Expectation: some scavenger. A mistake, because who expects to run into someone in a long-abandoned ruin on a far, far world? A brief encounter, a second of danger. (She can best them, if it comes down to it. She knows she can.)
    • Reality: she knows this woman. Everyone knows the Luthors–they have taken over the galactic senate, shoehorned their way from wealth to power. Half the galaxy thinks Lena, the youngest, is nothing like them; half the galaxy views her as their chance at something better. The other half wants to see her killed.
  • Lena stops short, surprised evident in the way she suddenly stands tall, raises one hand as if to say don’t shoot. Kara stares for a moment before speaking: “Why are you here?”
  • Lena laughs, a mirthless noise. “So you know who I am. Of course you do. Look, I– It’s not what you think, okay? I’m not here to destroy another Jedi archive. I’m not like my family.”
  • Kara should not believe her–her home, or lack thereof, is proof enough of what dashes hopes can cause–but there is something in the way Lena is looking at her–desperate, and she knows that look well; it is the look of someone who is searching here, for something, anything–and she nods.
  • “Okay.” Kara lowers her blaster, tilts her head. “Fine. Yeah. You didn’t answer my question, though.” But as she says it, she realizes Lena does not have to. The connection between force wielders is like a wave, a light. The touch of wind against skin on a summer’s day. She feels it.
    • She has not felt it since her planet died. She feels it. She feels it.
  • “You’re force sensitive,” Kara says. Lena looks down, nods. “I was adopted,” she says eventually. “I’m not a Luthor. And they don’t know. They can’t know. Well, I’m sure they’ll land themselves in prison soon enough, but they cannot know while they still hold power.”
  • And Kara understands it, the need to hide. The fear. The weight of it all. She understands the way Lena is standing, like this place is familiar even though she has never once set foot inside before. She understands the itch to come here, to train, to be. “So leave,” she finds herself saying, and there is hope behind it: she does not know why, but she wants Lena to have this chance. “Leave them. The galaxy is an awfully big place.”
  • Lena spins something in her hand: a crystal, Kara notes, like the one in her own grasp. They are both blue, both cracked, a zigzag down one side. They are, she realizes, two halves of one whole.
  • “Please, Lena.” It is as close to begging as she is willing to get, her words. But Lena smiles sadly, and Kara wants to scream no, you’re going to say no, don’t say no. “I can’t,” Lena says. “Not yet. But someday.” She looks up at Kara carefully. “I have a feeling I’ll see you again sometime.”
  • Lena nods, once, short, and turns to walk away. Kara is left staring at the half crystal in her hand, shocked into stillness.
Sidewalk Chalk

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Characters: Dean, Reader, Sam Winchester, Alex and Kailynn Winchester, Readers boss Daniel Parker

Word count: ~ 2200 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Everybody seems like they forgot your birthday. Even your husband Dean and your kids. Then there’s this crazy sidewalk chalk everywhere you go. Just before you give up a little surprise reminds you why you love your dork of a husband.

A/N: This is my oneshot for Laras birthday challenge. Happy birthday Lara! My person, place and thing were Dean Winchester, pizza hut and sidewalk chalk. I really hope you enjoy this. Comments and critique is always welcome. Thank you <3.

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It was pitch black when I walked through the door of my house. It was already 11 pm. I just came home from work, my boss wanting me to work the extra hours to finish a big project for tomorrow. It was silent and no light illuminated the dark hallways of the house. Alex and Kailynn were probably in bed, but where was Dean. I switched on the light in the hallway, slipping my heels off my sore feet. The sudden light blended my eyes and for a moment I was completely blind, not noticing my surroundings.

“Dean?” I whisper-yelled, shielding my eyes with my hands and trying to adjust my eyes to the light. Feeling dizzy for a moment, I held myself on the clothes rack, not noticing the tall figure standing in front of me.

“Dean’s already in bed. Why are you so late?” I screamed and rushed forward, hitting the dark man in front of me. But he quickly realized what I was up to and held my hands over my body away from him.

“Y/N, what the hell? It’s me! Sam!” Sam tried to halt my punches, while I fought to escape his steel grip.

It was now that I noticed that I knew the giant figure holding me in place somewhere. 


“Yes. Sam. What’s wrong with you? Don’t you recognize your favorite brother in law anymore?” He smirked and let go of me.

I rubbed my wrists and punched him in the chest, making him stumble a few steps backwards. “You’re my only brother in law and you’re a jerk for scaring the living hell out of me this late. I just came back from work, that’s why I’m late.”

“First off OUCH and second what are you doing this late at work?” I hung my coat on the clothes rack and walked into the kitchen. I opened the fridge and looked for some leftovers, Dean maybe left for me. Ugh just some broccoli and cheese strings. Great I forgot to buy groceries. I grabbed the cheese strings and a beer and sat down at the kitchen island in front of Sam who was still waiting on an answer from me. 

“Daniel wanted me to finish this project. And when is the project due? Right tomorrow. And when did he told me to finish it? Exactly today.” I rolled my eyes, still annoyed of the incompetence that was my boss. I ate a cheese string and nabbed on my beer bottle. 

“You know you just do this because you can’t say no.” Sam stated and I had to roll my eyes again.

“Good night Dr. Phil.” I smirked at him and went upstairs to mines and Deans shared bedroom. I heard him chuckle and mutter something about, how I know what he means, but I ignored it, too tired to focus on his smartass statements. Before I reached the door, something long and roundly shaped made me fall flat on my ass.

“What the hell?” I murmured as I grabbed the object that made me fall. Feeling the strange dry surface, I groaned as I realized that it was sidewalk chalk. The kids probably left it in the hallway. Throwing it angrily in the corner, I made my way into the kids’ bedrooms. They were both sound asleep, when I checked on them, making me smile at my little monsters. I changed into my PJs and laid beside my already snoring husband. He laid with his back to my side, so that I leaned into him to kiss his cheek.

“Good night Baby.” He grunted, murmuring something incoherently and fell asleep again. Lying beside him, I closed my eyes and fell asleep, thinking about tomorrow.

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Originally posted by evilbjork

Sorry for the delay! I’ve been on a damn quest, an adventure…an epic journey to get to my current location and I am finally here and part three is edited!! Just to let you know, the longer I take editing-the better these parts will come out. haha. Anywhoha, enjoy! :)  

Nessian Part Three by L.J. LaFleur 

“You stole something precious. Something sacred,” his gravelly voice made my skin crawl with bumps. Darkness surrounded me, blocking my view but I knew that voice. We had only come face-to-face a couple of times yet he was forever burned into my memory…my nightmares.

I could feel his breath on the back of my neck, tiny hairs pulling away from me. “You’re dead,” I shuddered, turning only to face nothing but an unending black pit. “I took off your head. I watched you die.” I almost stuttered, not out of complete fear, but outrage. I killed him, I twisted and twisted until his head popped off. It was a nightmare that I couldn’t outrun, bloody hands that I couldn’t get clean.

Hybern’s unnerving laughter echoed around me, I couldn’t tell where he positioned himself. “Nesta Archeon, the Cauldron thief.” Spit left his lips-hitting me on my neck. The smell of rot made my nose wrinkle with distaste. “The cauldron wants your gift back. It wants more than what you received and what you stole, it wants you.”

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Sexy Zone as sweets🍰

Fuma→Nakajima: White chocolate
I thought he’d be chocolate since he’s sweet but I feel like he’s white rather than dark chocolate. Doesn’t Nakajima have a „white“ image? Maybe because he’s sparkly. With an elegant sweetness, he will bring you happiness when you eat him, that’s his image.

Kento→Kikuchi: Mont Blanc
Because in the past he kept saying a pun with Mont Blanc (laughing). That has been a hit. Isn’t the shape of a Mont Blanc unique? And there’s sweetness in it too, it’s just like Kikuchi.

Marius→Shori-kun: Chocolate with chilli inside
His character is a little bit spicy so he’s chocolate with chilli inside! Recently I got a little suntanned and he told me „Where have you been? You’re lacking professionalism!“ and questioned me many times about it (laughing).

Shori→Marius: Chocolate fondue
Because he’s a family person who interacts with many people, he resembles the feeling of chocolate that meets many fruits and marshmallows. Recently he seems to have attended international meetings abroad where many people gathered in groups.

Sou→Shori: Strawberry shortcake
Because he gives off this royal feeling of being loved by everyone. Everyone likes the cake, right? Well, I’m not good at eating it though… since it makes my stomach feel heavy (laughing). Ah, of course I love Shori! Shori doesn’t give me any heavy feeling in my stomach (laughing)!!

Shori→Sou: Mackerel cooked in miso
For me that’s something sweet (laughing). Hey, isn’t miso sweet? Sou kinda has a very Japanese image and follows his own imagination but he’s like a blueback fish who still has opportunities to grow more. Also miso is very versatile for cooking.

Marius→Kento-kun: Strawberry chocolate
The sweet Kenty world is exactly like strawberry chocolate. Although he’s the eldest one he also has cute sides, like that one time when he was breathing right next to my ear and I got so surprised I shrieked “Hyaa!” like a girl.

Kento→Marius: Strawberry shortcake
Because he’s like a princess. It’s sweet and it has a white dress made out of fresh cream like a princess. Ah well, if the fresh cream is the princess part, then Marius is the beautiful princess who is surrounded by the strawberry prince!

Fuma→Shori: Cookie
Because he has a royal aura. I think he’d be something that everyone likes, so like a cookie with something inside? It is slightly sweet but not too much and you don’t get bored of it. I feel like I would love that taste for a long time.

Shori→Fuma-kun: Fruit cream daifuku
Because he has a soft image with a sticky texture. Surprisingly he’s fair-skinned. But because daifuku is a Japanese sweet, I want to give it a trendy Western feel to it by adding fruits and cream (laughing).

Sou→Kento-kun: Parfait
Eating it anywhere will be delicious because its presence has a huge impact! I wonder which parfait would be good for Kenty~ A chocolate parfait with ice cream to give it a special feeling? You can absorb a lot of things and it’s shiny.  

Kento→Macchan: Matcha ice cream
Since he’s from Shizuoka. Also because his nickname is „Macchan“ after all, I tried to make it match nicely~ (laughing). Matcha is a little bitter and has an adult-ish taste but matcha ice cream is sweet and makes everyone happy♪

Sou→Marius: Pudding
Pudding is constantly moving, right? Marius also always goes like „Ne, Sou-chan“ and fidgets around (laughing). It’s sweet but there is also a bitter taste in the caramel, so it’s perfect for Marius who occasionally has a wicked tongue!

Marius→Sou-chan: Banana
Sou-chan is the only member who isn’t like chocolate (laughing). But there is a good reason behind that, Sou-chan’s inside is very soft and gentle. But like when a banana turns dark and rottens, Sou-chan will also feel lonely if you leave him alone.

Fuma→Marius: Cherry
Leaving a sweet taste afterwards, Marius also turned a little adult-ish recently. That sweet and sour feeling, it reminds me of cherries. Both of them leave a cute first impression.

Marius→Fuma-kun: Bitter chocolate
Because suddenly he has a little dark and mature image. But bitter chocolate is actually delicious when eating it, so I think there are many people who like it. With Fuma-kun as well, I think everyone will be addicted to his charm once they get to know him.

Shori→Kento-kun: Fruit tart
You can’t start without its sweetness! For me, that is the sweetest dessert. Kento-kun is able to do various things and has many sides to his character as well, and there’s a glistening surface just like a fruits tart!

Kento→Shori: Tart
The first bite is a little hard but when you befriend him, he will show you a very sweet side. Shori also has many delicate parts about him. You can also try various tastes like strawberry and eggs, I like it!

Fuma→Matsushima: Watermelon
I thought of it in a second. It gives you full energy, it’s refreshing and has a certain familiarity to it. However, there are also seeds so it becomes troublesome to eat it… (laughing). Maybe from now on he will be burgeoning?

Sou→Fuma-kun: Mont Blanc
I feel like his hairstyle and the shape are similar (laughing). Also, there’s not only chestnut, there can be various fruits in it, right? I guess it’s like Fuma-kun trying out various hairstyles.

Keep in mind I am not a native speaker therefore there might be mistakes in my translations. Also I’m not exactly translating word for word. Feel free to correct me in my ask box any time you want, I’d appreciate it! I apologize if someone already translated something before me and I didn’t notice, I hope you don’t mind.

Credit goes to __sz_1116_ @ Twitter for the scans, thank you!

notcondraws  asked:

Is it strange if I request Kyoya for calming purposes? I'm on the wire with my dissertation and have a lot of anxiety right now. I think Kyoya would be nice to talk to.

Kyoya:  Not at all, right this way.  Please, have a cup of tea or commoner’s coffee.  Something warm and soothing will surely help ease your anxiety.  

Originally posted by redvelvetmoonlight

*sits down* 

Kyoya:  I’m sure it’s perfectly natural to be flustered when you have a dissertation to write.  I and my family are no strangers to stressful situations, such as business proposals, negotiating business deals, and frankly, just running a business empire.  I have also been known to “lose my cool” at times over a stressful situation.  I’m not at all sure to what they refer.  

Originally posted by hasetsuhotsprings

However, I do try to step away from the hassles of the Ootori company and have fun.  Mainly through the Host Club.  Despite the, for lack of a better word, weirdness of the group, we are friends.  

Originally posted by soul-dwelling

Guest:  Thanks, that really helps.  

Kyoya:  Of course, my pleasure.  Also, you might also like to invest in some essential oils that could help relieve stress.  My family has an impressive line of essential oils and fragrances to help reduce tension.  You should buy some.


Gif source:  Mouse  |  Will  |  Jay

Imagine being Will and Jay’s sister and they find out you’re dating Mouse.

——— Request for anon ———

You’d told Will and Will had told Jay, of course. Secrets didn’t last long in your family, especially when it came to your brothers.

“(Y/N) and Mouse?” Jay gasps as Will, for lack of a better word, gossips over the phone. Jay was loud enough that Mouse catches it from his desk not far from Jay’s, causing him to raise a stack of files to hide the blush spreading across his face from Jay’s piercing eyes. Mouse is grinning when Jay comes over to push the files out of the way, finding an amused but questioning look on his face, “You and my sister, huh, Mouse?”

When you walk into the squad room, Mouse calls over to you, “They know.”

You roll your eyes, “Wow. A day. That’s a new record for Will.” You call into the phone at Jay’s ear, “Way to keep it to yourself, huh?”



Gifs not mine.


said: Hello! I read all of your sherlock fics, they’re brilliant and you’re awesome! I was wondering if you could write a Moriarty x reader fic, in which reader is a friend of Sherlock’s, and they get kidnapped by Moriarty because he got interested in them & in which Moriarty’s not a lovesick puppy, but his idea of romance is actually pretty much possession/obsession?

A/N: Thank you very much! I loved this idea of writing a more darker and possessive romance with Moriarty because I believe that’d be what he I like if he ever fell in love with someone. I hope you enjoy. xxx

Three months. You’d been living with him for three months. It all happened when you became friends with Sherlock Holmes. He had introduced you to Moriarty. He was quite handsome as far as men go and he was quite intelligent. Shame he was a psychopath and the introduction was when John was held at gunpoint. After that event, you felt someone watching you wherever you went but you brushed it off. It just must have been you being paranoid, right?



Wrong. You had been stupid not to bring up the situation with Sherlock because he could have protected you. You had left Baker Street and was walking to work when a figure emerged from the shadows and ran towards you. Immediately sensing danger, you ran but was stopped by someone else at the end of the street while the other man came and injected you with a sleeping drug. There was a car nearby which they quickly stuffed you into. You woke up in a kingsized Hypnos bed. You was dazed for a moment but you eventually came to your senses. A man was stood at your bedside; a man you recognised as James Moriarty.



He apparently fell for you and he would not give you up. Unfortunately, you felt yourself falling into the chasm of love which was not easy to escape. He was a complete and utter psycho but you saw the good in him. You knew it wasn’t love and more of an obsession he had for you but you couldn’t run away even if you wanted to. The security he had on you was too much. Besides, you had fallen too deeply into the chasm.



You spent another morning sat in front of a mirror getting ready whilst crying your eyes out. Moriarty made sure you got everything you wanted from the finest clothes to the new technology. However, he didn’t give you any social life. You’d been trapped in his house with no way of escaping or talking to anyone but him. Your complexion became paler and paler from the lack of sunlight. The only light you could get was the scraps of light that came through the windows. All communication options had been taken off the technology he bought you.

“Morning, Y/N,” Jim said walking into the room. He sighed. “Crying again?”

You swallowed down a lump in your throat. “Nothing major,” You replied. “Just a minor injury.”

“You’re lying, Y/N!” His voiced raised slightly and you could see he was getting more forceful. “I don’t like it when people lie to me.”

“Yes of course. Sorry. I just my family and that’s all.”

“Well I’m your family now. Get that into your pretty little head.” He walked over to you and sat behind you. He kissed down your neck and collarbone leaving hickeys and bruises on his way showing his mark. He turned to walk away. “I need to go out now. I’ll see you later. Dry your tears, love. Crying doesn’t look good on you.” He left and you put your head in your hands. You couldn’t leave. You loved him, didn’t you?

Voltron Theory #1: Langst in Season 4

Okay okay, i thougt about something… If you wan’t to avoid Spoilers for Season 3, please skip.

In one of the episodes, we see Lances talking with Keith about his insecurities, and in this theory i suspect that he was doing that with Shiro too, because why would Lance talk to Keith about his insecurities just because it’s Keith? Of course, they are bonding, but i guess Lance would rather talk with Hunk or Pidge than with Keith or Shiro if they weren’t the leader/s. (Also Shiro is someone Lance was always a fan of and maybe he trusts Shiro.)

Well, also this theory would only work if the Shiro that’s with the team now is a clone that has Shiros Memorys. (I will refer the Shiro-clone as Kuro in all my theoryposts)

Now, why would the galrans send a clone? To spy on the team and rip it apart. Now that ,,Shiro,, is back, Lance may talk to him, because he is used to it or something. Of course, the galrans may find out about his insecurities, that means that the galrans can use it against him. –> Langst?

Also, the clonetheory would mean that the Galrans have Shiros Memory… i don’t know if they can ,,read,, it, (i’m sorry, english isn’t the language i was raised with and my vocabulary lacks a bit) or if it’s ,,closed,, to them. If they can read it, they know so many facts about the team, Lances insecuritys, Pidges struggle with finding her family, and so on and on.

Now, what would Lotor do with that information? After what i’ve seen i’m pretty sure he would play with them. Break them and rip the team apart, because, No Team, No Voltron.

Conclusion, if ,,Shiro,, (Kuro) is a clone and he spies on the team without knowing, Lotor has access to the informations and is a great big back of dicks, the team is fucked, and there will be Langst, Pangst, Kangst and whatever names you cruel humans thougt of.

PS: Please excuse my English, like i said it isn’t the language i was raised it and i’m still in the learning progress.


John Shelby x Reader

(Not my photo, credit goes to its owners)

“Hey darlin’, can I get a lager over here.” A voice asked from the front of the bar.

You currently had your back to the customers whilst you poured a couple of whiskeys. “Just a second.” You called from over your shoulder.
Turning around you placed the two whiskeys on the bar in front of two older men before moving along towards the direction of the voice.
“How can I help?” You asked sweetly, smiling whilst gripping the beer taps, eliciting a barely audible moan from the young and handsome man before you.

“Well beautiful, I was going to ask for a lager but now I’d much prefer to know your name.” He answered as a playful smirk tugged at his lips.

“I’m (Y/N), I’ve only just moved to Small Heath. Harry was kind enough to give me a job here despite my lack of experience in bar work as well as allowing me to rent the room upstairs.” You explained as you began to pour a lager. “May I ask your name, sir?

"Name’s John Shelby. I’m no sir darlin’, the more you get to know the area, the more you’ll come to know me and my family. Of course if you need any help getting to know the place I’d be more than happy to give you an exclusive guided tour.” He said winking at you.

You nodded handing John his drink, not really knowing how to respond to his flirting. “I’ll keep that in mind.” You smiled shyly as you walked out the back towards the storeroom to gather supplies.
Just before you reached the door of the storeroom you felt a hand on your waist gently turning you around to lean against the wall. You snapped your head up in shock to see Johns face merely centimetres from your own as his hand rested on the wall beside your head.

“I thought I’d come and see if you needed a hand.” John stated, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Erm I’m sorry John but your not meant be back here, it’s for staff only.” You said blushing furiously, unable to avert your eyes from his. “Please, I could get fired if Harry sees you.

"Oh don’t worry about him.” He cooed whilst tracing your collarbone with his forefinger. “I want to get to know better away from prying eyes.”

There was no denying the chemistry between the two of you, it was like an instant spark igniting whenever you looked at one another. Despite only just meeting, you knew this had the potential to go further than casual flirting.

The door handle to the back door jiggled, signalling someones impending entrance. Yours and Johns head snapped towards it, looking like deer in headlights, as Harry came walking in.

“John what the fuck are you doing back here? Shift your ass now or I’ll get your brother to do it for you.” Harry warned.
John winked at you as he placed a cocktail stick into his mouth.
“I’ll see you around (Y/N).”

Blushing, you swept your hair back over you shoulders whilst smiling down at your feet.

“Watch him kid, you don’t want to go messing around with the Shelbys. They’re not clear- cut, they’ll lead you down the wrong path. Come on, enough dilly dallying get back to work.”

I’m Sorry, I can’t do this anymore.

  I know I have been posting funny depression memes and at first I was laughing really hard at them. But due to the events that occurred today, I think I might seriously be at risk for depression.

  I just spent the last hour crying in my bed. Which I know I joke about doing twenty- four seven. Most of the time I just lay in bed and sad thoughts come and go. Then poof, I feel better later.

 But this was a legitimate breakdown in witch for a split second I though about ending my life. I’m still a little in shock from what just happened. I know that suicide is never the answer. But at that moment… 

I was acting completely irrational and I would never do such a thing.

 However, I can’t draw. I can’t even draw Bliz it’s that bad. Drawing is literally the only thing that puts my mind at ease at the end of the day. (That and dnb off course) But for the past three day, I’ve had this small feeling of dread in the back of my mind. Today’s events just sent me over the edge. Now, I’ve lost interest in drawing. 

Not gonna lie. I have always displayed aspects of clinical depression. ( lack of sleep, dismissive interest in most things, impaired concentration, exc.) My parents always kept a close eye on me. However, I was still interested in some things. (drawing, anime, video games) 

But over the course of my first and second second semester, I no logger watch anime or play video games. Now that I have lost interest in drawing, this is serious. 

It hasn’t been long enough to be classified as clinical depression. But it is prevalent in my family. I’m going to try and find one of those assist groups on campus and see if they can help me. Maybe even call my parents about this before it escalates any further. I really want to get better.

 I’m also not doing to good in school right now. Going to try and put more focus into my studies to bring up my grades. 

That being said, I’m going to be a little distant from now on. I’ll still reblog stuff to keep my blogs somewhat active. But art wise, I don’t know yet. Might hop on streams to watch other people draw.

For those of you that followed me for Cyber0 and Bliz, I’m really sorry. I’ll continue them as soon as this passes. 

New to the Family

Disclaimer: Batman and associated characters are the creative property of DC Comics.
Warnings: Canon-typical violence & language, Canon character death mentioned, Mild adoption discrimination at the beginning
Rating: T
Synopsis: In the months following the death of Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne is seeking to adopt Duke Thomas and Cassandra Cain. Of course, what this could mean for them and what this could mean for their soon-to-be brother Damian differs greatly for each of them. 

A/N: Basically, I’ve got some complaints with the Rebirth continuity’s take on the Batfamily and it is this: why is Cass not canon adopted yet and why haven’t Damian, Duke, and Cass had any on-panel time together because. Hello. This is gold! So I seek to remedy this in the brief time we have before Tim’s inevitable return to the comics so I can make it a touch angsty ; ) 

Duke Thomas had taken a long time to look over the paperwork. He read the fine print, understood every litigation of it, and took into consideration what exactly it meant as much as he possibly could without a law degree. Then he repeated the process nearly every night of that week.

He had not expected anything to come of his prolonging of a suitable answer. Honestly, he half expected that the subject would have dropped entirely until he brought it up.

Bruce seemed just that awkward and Alfred seemed just that understanding.

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Enneagram Type 1: The Reformer

The Principled, Purposeful, Self-Controlled, Perfectionistic Person 

Healthy. Healthy Ones are conscientious with strong personal convictions: they have an intense sense of right and wrong, as well as a personal code of moral values. They wish to be rational, reasonable, self-disciplined, and moderate in all things. Highly ethical: truth and justice are primary values. Integrity and rectitude make them outstanding moral teachers, personal examples, and witnesses to the truth and other values. Feel they have a mission in life that gives them a sense of purpose. Use their time, energy, and passion to fulfill what they believe is their calling. Articulate communicators, also keep composure under pressure. Extremely principled, always desiring to be impartial, fair, and objective and willing to make sacrifices or delay gratification for the greater good. Embody the Apollonian ideal of cultivating virtue, achieving excellence and balance. At their best: Become extraordinarily wise and humane, with superb discernment. By accepting what is, Ones become transcendentally realistic, knowing the best action to take in each moment. Have long-range priorities in view, giving them a transcendental perspective. Profound-acceptance of human foibles in themselves and others gives Ones the ability to be inspiring and uplifting to others: the truth will be heard. They give wise counsel, and have nobility of vision and purpose. Life-affirming, hopeful, and kind. Ones balance personal impeccability with a great generosity of spirit. 

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