my own captures

@vachir-qerel surprised me today with this picture of two of my characters; Etani’a and Mouse ( @mousexiv ) by @fayren as a late birthday gift. ❤

I might’ve cried just a little bit when I saw it, and I’m still not over it. Thank you both so much. (✿◠‿◠)

Professor Kwon: Chapter III

Genre: Teacher AU, Smut, Fluff, Angst.

Word Count: 3,460

Chapter: 3/?

Pairing: G-Dragon x Reader

Warnings: Once again, there won’t be any until like the 4th chapter ;)) Please hold on until then bbs.

Originally posted by fantastic--babies

“You know Y/N, I must admit you’re improving. It appears my warning has gotten through that dull head of yours”, Mr. Kwon paced back and forth slowly in front of my desk as he spoke.

“With all due respect sir, I do believe my head is not dull and that I am improving at my own will. Not because you told me to do so,” I bit back.


Suddenly, Mr. Kwon’s hands slammed down on the surface of the wooden desk. His body lurched forward slightly and his gaze captured my own.

“What? Just because you wrote one decent paper, you think you have the power to question my authority?” he glowered at me and I shivered with a sickening mixture of anger and annoyance. “You will have to do a lot more than whine about your autonomy before I think of you as anything more than a subpar student”.

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Enough- Percival Graves

Pairing: Percival Graves/OC

Warnings: Angsty things. 

A/N: Heehee this was too much fun! Hope you enjoy and thanks for reading!

I smiled shyly at the wizard in front of me as he took my hand and brushed his lips across it. “So I’ll see you tomorrow then?” Henry asked.

“Sure, of course,” I answered. He gave me one of his dimpled smiles before taking a few steps back and releasing my hand. Then he was gone, taking the steps down toward the front doors. I watched him go, my smile fading. He was everything I should’ve wanted…smart, handsome, funny. But something was holding me back. More specifically someone.

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PWS MAD (Member’s Appreciation Day)

photo: Nikos @snowghoul / edit: Pete @tvoom

The photos Nikos and I usually take/post couldn’t be any more different, I guess. I always adored Nikos’ raw and gritty approach which of course also translates in his edits. And that is what I tried to maintain while finding my very own way. I wanted colour, because… well… Nikos usually makes black and white edits, but for me this photo screamed colour. And this whole experiment was not about trying to copy the other person’s style, but to find something different. Something they might not have had in mind, but that was still in the photo. I have to be very honest and say that I was “shocked” when I got Nikos’ RAW file. Because I seriously doubted that my skills are good enough to do this VERY abstract shot justice.
After playing around with it for about three times as long as I usually spend on my own captures, I think I found my personal approach. I had to punch these dirty, snotty, slimy greens. This… Alien blood? Suddenly my mind was filled with the thought of some alien creature being shot in a dark alley.
Or in a bar… A cantina… whatever… Han shot first.

PWS MAD - Pete

I selected this kind of photo not only because at the time I was kinda low on available material but also because I was curious. How could it look at the hands of a totally different photographer than me? When Pete decided to do it I was intrigued as to what approach he would follow. I suspected it would be in color and I was very happy with the result as it is indeed very different than my usual approach, which I did post some time ago. The alien blood impression is also what came into my mind when I saw his edit, before I even read the text. Thanks a lot Pete for your time and effort!

PWS MAD - Nikos

Into The Woods sentence meme
  • “I wish.”
  • “Careful the things you say.”
  • “Don’t you know what’s out there in the world?”
  • “Someone has to shield you from the world.”
  • “Stay a child while you can be a child.”
  • “Stay at home. I am home.”
  • “I was raised to be charming, not sincere.”
  • “Slotted spoons don’t hold much soup.”
  • “I want a friend. And a pet.”
  • “The prettier the flower, the farther from the path.”
  • “Sometimes the things you most wish for are not to be touched.”
  • “You’re so nice. You’re not good; you’re not bad; you’re just nice.”
  • “No, you are not to come.”
  • “Will you please go home!”
  • “I can capture my own damsel, thank you.”
  • “The harder to get, the better to have.”
  • “Dwarves are very upsetting.”
  • “What I want most of all is to know what I want.”
  • “Opportunity is not a lengthy visitor.”
  • “What’s the good of being good when everyone else is blind, and you’re always left behind?”
  • “Everyone tells tiny lies.”
  • “Nice is different than good.”
  • “Agony! Far more painful than yours!”
  • “I’m no longer a child!”
  • “Anything can happen in the woods.”
  • “May I kiss you?”
  • “I’m in the wrong story!”
  • “Best to take the moment present as a present from the woods.”
  • “But if life were only moments, then you’d never know you had one.”
  • “I’m not good. I’m not nice. I’m just right.”
  • “The farther you run, the more you feel un-defined.”
  • “Someone is on your side.”
  • “I need your shoe to have a child!”
  • “Sorry, I only tell the story. I’m not a part of it.”
  • “If it were up to you, a decision would never have been made.”
  • “Because of the way you treated me, I’ll never, never be happy!”
  • “I was just trying to be a good mother.”
  • “You look just like the princess… only dirty.”
  • “Stop asking me questions I can’t answer!”
  • “My love, why so cold?”
  • “Why, if you loved me, would you have strayed?”
  • “I am only human.”
  • “Leave? But I do love you.”
  • “I shall always love the maiden that ran away.”
  • “Is that what you really wish?”
  • “Stay with me.”
  • “Who out there could love you more than I?”
Keeping Secrets Part 2

Pairings: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: Mild smut, nsfw, a little angst 

Word Count: 666

Summary: You’re playing a dangerous game with a man that isn’t yours, will all those secrets catch up to you eventually?


‘I need you again…now’

I bit my lip as I read it over and over again, feeling the guilt rise up the back of my throat where it sat like a bitter reminder of what I was doing. Sebastian wasn’t mine and the feelings I had for him only served to confuse me more. On one hand I felt as though every indiscretion and betrayal of Lisa’s trust nailed the door shut on our friendship, that it was pushing us further apart. But on the other, I loved Sebastian.

The first time we’d slept together it had been purely physical, just sex. We were stuck in a hotel room together with alcohol and way too much free time, ending with us tangled under the sheets with heaving breaths. The few times after that had just been sex as well, a way to let off steam for the both of us, to get out everything we couldn’t find the words for.

But eventually just sex had turned to feelings and I couldn’t see the harmlessness of it any longer. After the last time we’d been together and I realized how I felt I freaked, ending it before I wanted more. But no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t get it out of my head. I couldn’t forget the firmness of his lips as we kissed or the hurried way his hands skimmed over my body, stripping me of my clothes; it was hard to not remember how it had felt every time he was inside me.

Taking a shaky breath I thumbed through my contacts until I reached his name, tapping on call before I could change my mind. He picked up on the third ring.
“Hey gorgeous,” He answered, voice thick and low.
“Hey,” I replied, swallowing harshly around the lump in my throat.
“You gonna come over?”
“Seb we - we shouldn’t - Lisa…”
“Isn’t here, she went out for a few hours with her friends,” Sebastian paused, a quiet whine falling from his lips and I knew instantaneously what he was doing. “Don’t make me beg baby.”

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Pink Hair {Harrison Webb}

Summary: You surprise your boyfriend Harrison by dyeing your hair pink.

Warnings: None :)

A/N: This imagine is based off a video that Corrina posted on her twitter with Harrison. 

“Good morning love,” I smiled as the feeling of Harrison’s arms wrapped themselves around my waist, pulling me closer into his warm body. I hummed in satisfaction, nuzzling my face into his neck as his hand rubbed up and down my arm. I closed my eyes, taking in the peaceful moment that ended way too soon… “Get up love birds!” Kian yelled, throwing a pillow at us, “Harry, we gotta leave! Right now!” Kian yelled once more before slamming the door shut. I groaned, rolling out of Harrison’s arms, “Do you have to film with them today?” 

He chuckled, getting out of the bed, “It’s for their Friday video. You know I would stay here all day if I could.” With a quick peck on the lips, my boyfriend was off for the day, while I was stuck at the house with Bobby. I sleepily made my way out into the living room, seeing Bobby sitting on the couch all snuggled up with Dicaprio. “Morning boobie!” I joke, taking a seat next to him and scratching Dicaprio on the head. Bobby playfully rolls his eyes at the nickname that Franny and I liked to tease him with as he greets me back.

 “Do you think you could drive me to the store? I want to pick up some of the groceries since everyone else is busy today.” I politely asked Bobby. It’s an ongoing joke in the house that Kian and him are the designated drivers, since they are constantly being asked to pick up and drop off everyone else. “Ya sure I’ll take you y/n.” Bobby agreed getting up to grab his car keys. 

I followed him out to the car, hopping into the passenger seat. I immediately took the aux cord and plugged in my phone. The whole drive to Target Bobby and I sang at the top of our lungs, very off key might I add. “Target time!” Bobby yelled as he put the car in park. I laughed at him, getting out of the car and proceeding towards the entrance.

 We walked in and grabbed a cart, “Wait, take this,” I demanded, stopping in my tracks and pulling out my phone. Bobby gave me a confused look as I swiped up on the screen, opening the camera. I hit record and turned my phone around to face Bobby and I, “Hey guys! Bobby and I are at Target right now because we needed to pick up some groceries for the house and I thought that I would just do I quick little vlog since I always see comments saying you like the vlogging videos I do.” I continued to vlog as we walked around the store, every once in awhile making a stupid pun that makes us laugh like idiots, very David Dobrik and Liza Koshy-esque. 

I turned down the next aisle and immediately my eyes widened. “Y/n? Are you okay?” Bobby asked, placing his hand on my back. “I just had the best idea.” I murmured, walking closer to the variety of colorful cardboard boxes displayed on the shelf. My eyes scanned over tons of hair coloring boxes. I have wanted to dye my hair a fun color for a decent amount of time but have always kept the idea in the back of my mind. 

For some reason my eyes were drawn to a hot pink color, “What do you think of the pink Bobby?” I asked him, picking it up off the shelf and turning the box around to read more about it. “It’s…pink.” He stated, confusion laced in his voice. “I think I’m going to get it. Do you think Harrison would like it?” All of a sudden I was overwhelmed with worry. I love Harrison, he is the most supportive, caring, and of course, loving boyfriend I have ever had, but I have never done anything this drastic to my hair. What if he hated it?

 Bobby took the box out of my hand, “I think that he loves you no matter what.” I sighed in relief as I realized that Bobby was right, “Thanks Bobby.” He smiled, pulling me into a side hug, “Of course.”

I couldn’t stop smiling as Bobby pulled into our driveway. I looked back down at the pink hair dye box in my hand and began to think of what everyone’s reaction would be like. I walked into my shared bathroom and began to rip open the box, pouring the contents out onto the counter. I read the instructions and pulled on the black gloves that the kit came with. I started to squeeze the dye onto my hand, mesmerized by the gooey pink dye that came out. I began to rake the color through my h/c (hair color) hair and soon enough finished covering it, roots and all.

 I set my timer for forty minutes and then started to vlog again, “So, I decided to dye my hair pink. The only person that knows i’m doing this is Bobby and I’m going to surprise everyone else when we go and pick them up a little later. Hopefully it turns out okay!” 

After forty minutes was finally up, I washed out my hair, watching as the water that went down the drain was a tinted pink. Next, I took out my hair dyer and plugged it in. Once it was all dry, I was in awe. I ran my fingers through it, I loved it. My phone buzzed and I looked to see that it was from Harrison. 

We are done filming babe, let me know when you are on your way xx

I quickly responded back as I walked out of the bathroom to tell Bobby that they were done filming and were ready to get picked up.

We are about to leave :) 

My heart was racing as we pulled up to the location they were filming at. My phone was in my hand ready to capture everyone’s reaction when they got into the car. Harrison was the first one to reach the car, I could hear him laughing at something Jc said as he pulled open the door. He began to sit down when he noticed my hair, “Oh my god…” he said under his breath. 

His mouth hung open as he scooted over to the middle seat so he could sit by me. “Oh God- You hate it…” I turned my camera off and began to look out the window. I felt him gently take some of my hair into his hands, “What are you talking about y/n? I love it. You look beautiful.” He spoke softly continuing to play with my hair. I felt my heart flutter as I turned my head back to look at him and see him smiling uncontrollably. He switched his focus on my hair to my eyes, taking hold of my hands and lightly squeezing them, reassuring me that he did indeed love my hair.

 Once we started on our way back to the house, I pulled out my phone once more, opening up snapchat. I began to take a video, showing off my hair, when Harrison started to speak, “So frickin cute…Look at her with the pink hair. Oh-My-God. Jesus Chri-” I cut him off, “Wanna make out?” I asked him jokingly. Even though I was joking, he obviously wasn’t, as he placed his hand on the side of my face and pulled me in for a long kiss. I closed my eyes as his soft, warm lips captured my own. 

When we pulled apart I couldn’t help but laugh, a little embarrassed that all of our friends just watched us kiss in the backseat of Bobby’s car. I hid my face in the crook of Harrison’s neck as he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him. “God- I love you.” He stated, placing a kiss on top of my head. “I love you too Harrison.” And I truly did mean it.

Small Considerations Between Partners - 6 ‘To The Ends Of The Earth’


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Chapter six

‘To the ends of the earth’

Immediately post -Fight the future

Summary -  Scully awakens in hospital after being rescued from the ice

I only have a hazy recollection of awakening briefly in the hospital and if it weren’t for what I do remember I would question whether it actually happened at all or whether it was just a product of my mind.

Because mostly what I remember is the fear; the absolute all encompassing terror I felt when I tried to swallow and discovered my throat was blocked by a tube, gagging as I tried to scream, to shout, to have someone please come to get it out of me. This invader of my prone body that stole my breath and rendered me almost hysterical as I fought with everything I had to lift my hands in an attempt to rid myself of it; the restraints that prevented me from doing so biting cruelly in to the soft flesh of my wrists even as I arched myself from the bed, the high pitched sound of alarms piercing my already aching head as I silently screamed for him to help me, needing him to find me, to save me just this one last time as scalding tears streamed down my face only to become instantly chilled against my skin.

And suddenly I felt a warm hand against my chest, gentling me with a single touch in the way only he can and even before he spoke, even before he entered my limited field of vision I began to calm. Because if he was here I knew that no harm would come to me; that he would keep me safe.

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anonymous asked:

I hope you're doing good! I was struck last night by an idea and I wonder what you'll make with it ^^ Zan Arbor has captured Obi-Wan (13ish) and in her line of force experiment she wishes to see what a force sensitive pregnancy is like with both parents being force sensitive. So unknown to Obi and Qui-Gon, the former is pregnant when rescued. 9 months later on a mission Qui has to help an in denial pregnant Obi to give birth. Bonus point the baby is Anakin and Obi is of an hermaphrodite specie?

About the prompt I sent for Obi-Wan gets pregant by Zan Arbor design, I realised it might need a bit more infos if you decide to do it. First of, there is no sexual encounter for young Obi-Wan, it’s all medical (that scientist is a bitch) so since he has no idea what was done to him he’s in pregnancy denial, I figure since the body doesn’t show any change it’s highly possible the foetus Force presence is hidden in a way. Otherwise Qui-Qon would have known immediatly.            

“Its alright, its alright Obi-Wan, shhh.” Qui-Gon continued to quietly assure, carrying the squirming fifteen year old. “I know you’re aching but we’ll be out of here soon.” He promised the other. Four weeks of capture at the hands of Jenna Zan Abor had left its marks on the teen and Qui-Gon only wanted to get him away from the station and labs where she had tortured him.

Inwardly he was resisting the urge to growl outloud as the light and nude body in his arms radiated discomfort and pain, Qui-Gon’s robe wrapped around the others frame.

“Hurts.” Obi-Wan rasped out, his second word since Qui-Gon had found him with the first having been an utterly relieved ‘Master’ when Qui-Gon had been the one to open the cell that contained Obi-Wan’s immobilized body in a stasis field.

The comm on Qui-Gon’s belt crackled before he could respond and he stopped in the hall, shifting his arms a bit until he could pull the comm up and answer. “Jinn.”

“We’ve cleared the station and locked it down. You shouldn’t encounter any trouble Qui-Gon on the way to the ship.” Micah offered cheerfully though Qui-Gon could hear a note of discomfort in the mans voice.

“Good. Zan Abor cleaned the hard drive, no information on her experiments but I found Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon answered back.

Quietly he could hear Micah’s sigh of relief.

“Well that’s good. Status?”

That made Qui-Gon hesitate before looking at his dehydrated and sore looking padawan. “…Minor injuries from what I can access, we can look deeper into it once on the ship.”

“Roger.” The tenseness was back in Micah’s voice.

The battlemaster was fond of Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon knew that.

As was Tahl come to think of it.

He wished he had her with him, Obi-Wan could have used her healing skills.


“How do you feel Padawan Kenobi?” Mace voice was calm but it bordered on gentle as Obi-Wan peered at them from Qui-Gon’s side.

Obi-Wan struggled with what to say before he seemed to settle on something. “Terrible. But I’m recovering masters.”

“Good.” Mace stapled his fingers together, watching him. “What do you remember of your capture and the time after? Your master has indicated that for most of your confinement, you were drugged and that your memories are hazy at best?”

Giving a slow nod, Obi-Wan settled his hands into his robes to hide the shaking. “As we know from privious encounters, she has done experiments and observation on Force sensitive beings. As she had less luck in containing a master, she figured a younger…prisoner would be easier to contain.” Obi-Wan shifted and took a deep breath, trying to release his discomfort into the Force. “And she had a particular thrill out of the fact that I was Master’s padawan. She carries a grudge it seems.” He smiled meekly.

“You are not a weak Padawan Kenobi, so may I ask how she captured you?” Plo questioned carefully.

Obi-Wan looked down then quickly up. “I got sloppy. I was about to transmit my location to master when I sensed others closing in on my position. Instead of finishing my transmission I decided to investigate what was coming towards me. It…was my own fault I got captured.” Obi-Wan’s voice was barely louder then a whisper, blaming himself.

Qui-Gon was going to need to talk to him later about that, once they were out of the ears of the council.

“Who found you?” Plo questioned again.

“Mercenary s hired by Zan Abor. She had specific instructions. Older Jedi’s were to be…taken care of. Anyone with a braid were to be taken alive. I don’t remember what she did to me Masters, my last clear memory is from when she placed the Force suppressing collar around my neck and injected me with the first dose of drugs. After that I have…fuzzy memories.”

There was some shifting among the council, quiet murmurs between each other as Qui-Gon watched everything.

“…I think I was on an operating table at one point?” Obi-Wan offered after a few moments, voice barely louder then a whisper.

“Anything wrong the healers found?” Yoda spoke up finally, hands on his cane and Qui-Gon shook his head. “Nothing lasting, they healed what they could, what my padawan needs now is rest and relaxation, food and as much water as he can handle.” He gave the teen a small smile.

Obi-Wan gave a brittle one back.

They were allowed to leave after that since Obi-Wan had no information that could be useful after his capture.

Thus started his healing period.

“Its odd, he sleeps more then usual.” Qui-Gon stuffed cheese into the bread roll. “But other then that he doesn’t seem different except for wary at noises.”

“Its to be expected Qui-Gon, he’s still healing you know that.” Tahl soothed at the man. “People cope differently and your talk to him about how his capture wasn’t his fault alone helped.” She smiled at him and gave him a pat on the arm. “At least he’s no longer in Abor’s hands.”

“If she ever comes close to him again…” Qui-Gon grunted before sighing and looking at his friend. “Tell me, do you think I should tell him to go to the Healers?”

“You could suggest him but right now I don’t think we should push him. If he gets sick then its different but he seems fine right now, sleep is not the worst thing I could see him doing.” She chuckled softly. “Just feed him, get some meat on his bones, make sure he drinks tea and water and does his sparrings, I have faith in him.” She smiled.

“Good thing that this is my idea of feeding him huh?” Qui-Gon nodded down at the plate of breadrolls with various filling, chuckling.

She agreed with a soft laugh.


“…I think something’s wrong with me Master.” Obi-Wan swallowed heavily, tucking himself against the wall of the barn they had taken refuge in. They could still hear the faint noise of bombs falling as the government tore each other apart over the stupidest of reasons in the eyes of the Jedi.


“Obi-Wan?” Qui-Gon turned to his pale looking padawan who was curling in on himself, taking one last glance at the world outside before moving to the teenager. “What’s wrong?”

“M-My stomach and back hurts, its been hurting all day… an-and my ankles are hurting and I just…I don’t know.” He took a sharp breath as Qui-Gon knelt down in front of his padawan.

“Alright, lower your legs Obi-Wan and let me have a look, you may have pulled your musc-” Whatever he was about to say got lost when Obi-Wan, who had been in the process of uncurling, suddenly squeaked and pulled his legs tight to his chest with wide, horrified eyes.

“Obi-Wan?” Qui-Gon went, urgent and perhaps a bit sternly, resting his large hands on the skinny knees. “Wha-” He looked down as wetness coated his knee and stared at the puddle that had formed around Obi-Wan’s rear.


“Oh Force…”

Qui-Gon firmly pulled Obi-Wan’s legs down and placed a hand to the chubby midsection that was Obi-Wan’s stomach, dread curling in his stomach as he closed around what he thought had been fat the other finally had gained throughout the last months after his capture at Abor’s.

Under his hand the mass moved and both stared at each other, Obi-Wan’s eyes filling with fright.

“Obi-Wan…you’re going into labor.”

In a barn, far from help and in the middle of a planetary war, Obi-Wan burst into tears.

anonymous asked:

Can I have a link to your jikook analysis please?

hi there~, uhm… thank you for having interest in it, but honestly I don’t really know which one is an analysis… like most of the things I do for my own posts are screen capturing some interactions between Jimin and Jungkook in the vids I watch in general, and adding some thoughts into them…

but yeah, I’ll just link here 3 potential (long) posts that people seem to agree with ^-^~

a recent one:

another one:

my 1st ever one:

thanks again for asking, anon, I have some others in case you wanna see more, but I don’t wanna scare you off so let’s just see these 1st if they’re to your liking  🌼🌺


Korean orchestra flash mob playing music from ‘Les Miserables’

‘On My Own’ and a choir rendition of ‘Do you hear the people sing?’ in Korean.