Their Families Condition!

Sharing is Caring = TAKEDA clan

I can’t SLEEP without YOU! = TOKUGAWA clan

[So, back off you, Brat!]

[NO, PAPA! You get lost!]



Protected by the DARKNESS = KIRIGAKURE clan


[That’s not GUARDIAN ANGET! That’s a DEMON!]





The MATCH(P)IN(K) Family = MAEDA clan




[His NAME is …]







[Chichi-ue, let’s play!]


[Haha-ue, help me!]

[Sorry honey]








FLAT earth VS GLOBE earth = ODA clan


[People say that Papa is so COLD but actually He’s so WARM! Right, Mama?]

[Yes, Dear]


EXTRA BONUS = NOBUYUKI [I’m so lazy to coloring him so here we go]

Traced from Hakuouki, Naruto and etc fanarts that i got from Googling

A Ghost-compiled summation of observed behaviors and activities over the course of one cycle in the company of a Risen Gunslinger.

[Entry 1.1] Guardian has been standing completely still in Tower plaza for approximately 3 hours. By my count, Guardian has not slept in 36 hours.

[Entry 1.2] Guardian spent fifteen minutes repeatedly jumping off of Tower. Hence, ten minutes of near-constant Ghost revival, punctuated only by a single visit to Eris Morn. Eris refused to dance with Guardian.

[Entry 1.3] Guardian spoke briefly with Cayde-6 while crouched on Vanguard table. I could offer him no explanation.

Guardian returned to orbit; set course for Mars.

[Entry 1.4] Guardian encountered another Gunslinger while on patrol. The two attempted some kind of synchronized handshake or greeting for the better part of five minutes without speaking. I do not believe they succeeded in their timing.

[Entry 1.5] Both Guardians spent one hour attempting to kills Vex Hydras with nothing but throwing knives. Succeeded. Admired each other’s cloaks.

Guardian returned to orbit alone; set course for Luna.

[Entry 1.6] Guardian spent one hour repeatedly trying to jump over the Hellmouth while riding Sparrow. Did not succeed. Guardian has not slept in 42 hours.

[Entry 1.7] Guardian received assassination bounty from Hunter Vanguard Cayde-6. Danced upon receipt; shot several rockets into the sky while spinning in circles. 

[Entry 1.8] Guardian has grown strangely quiet. Has been transmatting various weapons and armor for several minutes.

[Entry 1.9] Guardian has equipped gauntlets crafted from the bones of an extinct creature. Spent 45 minutes adjusting color scheme of armor. Seems quite fond of appearance; asked me for several image-captures. Complimented her own cloak several times. 

[Entry 1.1.0] Guardian abruptly re-summoned Sparrow, rode Sparrow into depths of Hive temple. Did not dismount Sparrow. Sparrow destroyed due to repeated collisions with sentient and natural obstacles.

[Entry 1.1.1] Upon reaching Summoning Pits, Guardian attempted to kill Hive Abomination with sidearm. Failed.

[Entry 1.1.2] Upon Ghost revival, Guardian managed to single-handedly annihilate Hive Abomination with the combined power of the City’s finest weaponry.  Proceeded to dance on corpse of eliminated foe. 

[Entry 1.1.3] Guardian spent approximately one hour shooting walls of Hive tunnels, attempting to spell rude words.

Guardian returned to orbit, set course for Tower. 

[Entry 1.1.4] Guardian spent 5 hours attempting to persuade Commander Zavala to read lewd/inappropriate Fireteam names over Tower PA system. Guardian has not slept in 55 hours.

Guardian returned to Orbit. Set course for the Reef.

[Entry 1.1.5] Guardian spent seven minutes crouched behind Petra Venj, trying to hide from other Guardians. Obtained bounties from the regent. Leapt to her death in apparent celebration.

Guardian returned to orbit. Set course for Venus.

[Entry 1.1.6] Guardian singlehandedly killed Stirok, Banner of Oryx. Proceeded to dance on corpse of eliminated foe. 

[Entry 1.1.7] Guardian lost consciousness [slept?] for ~30 seconds while dancing; jerked awake screaming, related a description of a “Giant, bottomless mouth” attempting to devour her.

Guardian returned to orbit. Set course for Taken Dreadnought. 

[Entry 1.1.8] Appears to be in a bad mood. Refused to speak with me. Spent duration of journey in silence, stroking bone gauntlets.

[Entry 1.1.9] Guardian descended into depths of Dreadnought. Grim of aspect. Has repeatedly refused comm contacts from Vanguard. Seems determined.  Guardian has not slept in 62 hours.

[Entry] Guardian has utterly destroyed legions of Hive thrall, several minor priests, and a Coven Mother.

[Entry] Guardian has discovered apparent target: Hive Priest.

[Entry] Guardian has dispatched said target using only her boot-knife. Did not cease stabbing corpse of creature until long after it had expired and her armor was covered in gore and ichor. Ignored my attempts to drag her away - too busy laughing. I returned to stasis in protest. 

Guardian returned to orbit. Set course for Tower. 

[Entry] Guardian repeatedly asking me “What I just said.” I have not said anything to her. She seems distracted. Has not slept in at least 68 hours. 

[Entry] Guardian spoke briefly to Hunter Vanguard while dancing on table. Returned to Tower plaza.

[Entry] Guardian has been staring into the sky without blinking for one hour. Guardian is muttering to someone who is not me.

[Entry] Guardian refuses to sleep.

My niece has seen Guardians of the Galaxy vol. 2 twice now and both times she’s cried. She’s eight years old and her biological sperm donor jumped ship when she was nearing five years old. My sister has since remarried and my niece now has a man in her life that she calls ‘Daddy’ and he truly loves her like a daughter. My niece is old enough to understand and vaguely remember that another man is her actual ‘father’ but she’s not really old enough to understand why he’s gone and just sort of vanished. I also  should add that my niece has darker skin, hair, and eyes than her current father so she’ll always know they’re not blood related.

My niece is a very sensitive kid (she cried when I told her the story of the Titanic as we listened to ‘My Heart Will Go On’ in the car once) so when she started crying during GotG vol. 2 I just sort of shrugged it off but it hit me later why she blubbered both times starting at Yondu’s goodbye to Peter until the credits.

It hits her in a way that it could never hit me.

She has her very own Peter/Yondu situation. She will always probably wonder about her biological father and it will always probably hurt that he doesn’t want her, but at the same time, she has a dad just the same.

“He may have been your father, but he wasn’t your daddy” are probably precious words to an eight year old wrapped up in the plot of a movie.

I just love that the Yondu/Peter dynamic was done so well so kids (and adults) with daddys-not-fathers  like my niece can relate to such a relationship.


Right, so I know I haven’t posted anything on my over-sized WIP since April, but here I am starting another fic that I have absolutely no business getting into. At least this one should be shorter than the other (famous last words). Sorry.

Title: Mis-Matched
Rating: M (this is subject to change at the whim of the author’s muses)
Characters: Loki, Sigyn, Frigga, Theoric, and various supporting OCs
Description: This is an attempt to fill the propmt requested by @someillplanetreigns (and now I can’t even tag you!): “you asked for prompts and pairings - I would like to humbly beg for more Logyn? I don’t have a great prompt, but this odd thought is in my head about a way to make the comic plot about Theoric and the marriage into something about marriage by proxy? Maybe something like Loki has the duty of proxy-marrying Sigyn cos Theoric’s in the army, and totally plays everyone by going the whole hog and appearing as Theoric, but then Sigyn, who thought Theoric was dull as ditchwater and Loki is… well, y’know, Loki.”
I’m not sure this is precisely what you wanted, so I apologize in advance for my wayward muses – Loki does what he wants.
Chapter: 1 of 2?
Acknowledgements: thank you @icybluepenguin for serving as one of my favorite institgaors and sounding boards – you rock!


Mis-Matched, Part 1

Herr Braggison loomed over Sigyn as she slunk down lower into the chair, nose buried deep in her book, brown hands clutching the pages tighter as he moved closer.

“Sigyn — I just received a letter from the All-mother.”


“Apparently, the fighting at the front has become entrenched.”




“Put the book down and look at me when I speak to you.”

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for the sake of sparkles

words: 3.3k
summary: Of all things Allura expected to happen today, getting stranded in the pod bay of a space mall with Keith was definitely not on the list. Neither was breaking into the mall with him and Pidge to steal a necklace. 

But hey, things can change real quickly when you’re bored as hell.

a/n: I probably shouldn’t be posting a story close to midnight on a Thursday night, but here I am, lol. This is my first story for this pairing, and as you will see, it’s not actually romantic at all! It’s more of a gen fic featuring Pidge the Magnificent, but there are sparks— because I like these two a lot. 

What really intrigues me about the dynamic between Keith and Allura are the impulses they bring out in each other, and when I saw the prompt “Stranded” for Day 1 of @kalluraweek, I’m not entirely sure why, but this is where my mind went! It’s silly and fun and I hope you enjoy— and I’d love to see your comments at the end. Thanks for reading!


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The palpitations of my heart remind me of gunshot after fatal gunshot and I can feel it in my chest, my throat, my skin. My guardian angel has showered me with stardust and I am glittering in a whirl of desperation. Through the cloudy haze I can see you and you fill my stomach with dread as your footsteps replace the beating of my heart and the blood in my veins. Your voice is sharp and cutting like a razor blade or perfect winged eyeliner and I can feel it slicing through my delirious paradise in rough, angry slashes even though you don’t know it yet. Is the morning still bright with pale yellow and baby blue or has it been stained with forbidden burgundy and magenta? I will find knots in my stomach that I can weave back into lies that dance on my tongue until you forget which colors are which, whose price tag is whose. I want the colors to bleed like candle wax behind your eyelids until you can see nothing but my manipulative words and I can reel you into my stardust and make you smile obliviously into the patchy, shimmery fog. When I’m gone, I’m afraid you will rifle aimlessly through my soul, searching for my pretty shades of turquoise and baby pink and find nothing but white receipts and navy credit card debt. You will destroy me in the process and I can scream and go bright red or blue, and it will never go back to the way it was. I just need to make you forget.

Savior- Dadzawa/Student reader pt. 6

Sorry for such a long wait! This chapter gave me a bit of trouble. I still hope you enjoy! Please leave me a message telling me your honest thoughts and your critiques! It does help alot!

If someone would have told Aizawa that he would’ve been the legal guardian of a fifteen year old student, he would have thought that person was crazy. He was no parent, he didn’t know how to raise a child…and yet here he was, looking after you.

He saw something in you, so reminiscent of himself,so familiar, that he knew he had to take you under his wing, but he did not expect you to be in his have you be his child.

It was no easy task, that’s for sure. You definitely tried his patience, and kept pushing him to his limits. He supposed it was because your entire life had changed in just a matter of moments. Maybe it was because you were supposed to trust someone to look after you instead of looking out for yourself; a life you had grown so accustomed to living. He didn’t want to push for answers– that would have the opposite effect of what he wanted. He would give you your space until you felt comfortable. That is what you needed.

You had no idea how hard Aizawa had worked. You figured his constant tiredness, his seemingly apathetic attitude, his blunt words, were all just apart of who he was. But you watched him. Watched him grade papers, watched him patrol the streets of the city he had sworn to protect, watched him work so hard into the late night hours. He had worked so hard to help other people, but..who was helping him? Up until a week ago, he had been alone, just as you were. You weren’t a hero just yet.. but perhaps you could be a hero to him through little things. Besides, you knew you weren’t exactly the easiest person to get along with.

It was late at night, and from your spot in your room, through the crack in the door, you saw Aizawa grading your class’s papers again. He looked more stressed than usual. So, you decided to give him a little pick-me-up. Silently, you made your way out of your room and to the kitchen, where you made him a hot cup of tea and a snack; surely he was in need of it. As you walked to him, you hesitated. Was this necessary? Would he even appreciate your gesture? You took a deep breath, deciding to go through with the idea.

As you placed the tea and snack beside him, Aizawa looked up at you. You dare not look him in the eye, for fear of rejection and mockery. However, after a moment’s passing, you met eyes with him. No words spoken, no sound made, but a bond forever built– a look passing between the two of you that uttered a silent hope: “If this is the life we have, then we will make the best of it.”

The months passed by, and living with Aizawa just seemed..natural. It may have just been the two of you, but it really did feel like an actual family. So,really, it just came naturally that you called him your dad, because in honesty, that’s who he was to you. He never really introduced you to others as his kid– you don’t know if he ever would. You knew he was still trying to process everything, trying to figure out how to be a parent to a parentless child. However, it was adamant in the way he treated you, how he watched over you or talked about you at social functions, that you were someone who was incredibly important to him.

“I think the first time he referred to me as his kid was to Present Mic, and he seemed to be really embarrassed by it.” You told Shinsou, who sat by your bed as the two of you went over notes for the upcoming exam. “Mic was hysterical about it. Sid wants me to add that he thought it was so funny, he almost accidentally activated his quirk and shouted down the wall.” You explained, reaching over and grabbing a note from Hitoshi’s lap. Shinsou glared slightly at you, grabbing the piece of paper back. “You know, you could at least ask before snatching my papers.” He scolded you, only handing the paper back at you after you made those puppy eyes at him. He sighed and leaned back. “I still don’t get it. How do you go from talk about changing your name and moving countries because you accidentally call him your dad, to actually calling him your dad?” He questioned you. You slid off the bed and sat beside him, placing the paper he had handed back between the two of you. “Because, my dearest Toshi, that was before he was made my guardian. Now that he has legal custody over me, it just feels..right.” You explain to him. Hitoshi just stared at you and shook his head. “Y/N, you are the weirdest person I have ever met.” He chuckled, looking over the notes before the two of you. You simply snorted, giving him a grin he was all too familiar with. “You know you love me, Toshi~” You sang, laughing afterwards. A hint of a blush, barely noticeable, dusted Hitoshi’s cheeks. “Yeah, yeah. I guess I do, considering I’ve been stuck with you for all these years and haven’t reevaluated my decision of befriending you.” He joked. You both laughed at his joke, and as the laughter died down, you both looked at each other, smiling, an unsaid emotion of care and feeling for the other person hanging in the air.

“Everytime I ask them, they just get embarrassed and tell me to go away.” Aizawa said to Present Mic, sighing. It was the weekend, and Present Mic offered to take Aizawa out for drinks to relax. Luckily the place they were at wasn’t too far from home. “I don’t get it. I tell them they can tell me anything, they say they know, and then they don’t tell me anything.” He complained. Present Mic was trying his best not to laugh at his friends ‘problem’. “That’s just how teens are, Shouta. If Y/N doesn’t wanna tell you if they like anyone, then you need to respect that.” He explained to him. “And if they wanna tell you, then they will. Why are you so caught up in this anyways? For all you know, they could be ace.” He questioned, leaning forward. Aizawa rubbed his temples and let out a long sigh. “I just want to make sure that if they do like someone, nobody hurts them. They’ve already been through alot.” He grumbled. “Awwww, that’s so precious! Being protective of your kid~” Mic cooed, resting his chin on the palm of his hand. “Y’know, you’ve come such a long way in the few months you’ve been Y/N’s guardian. You really are stepping up to the parenting role” He said, grinning. Aizawa groaned, giving his friend an annoyed look. “I’m still getting used to everything, Yamada. I didn’t exactly expect to be a dad to one of my students. Now I have to care for another being.” He frowned. “I’m terrified that I’m going to mess up. With the other students, they’ve had parents to bring them up right from the moment they were born. Y/N had to do that all on their own. They’ve had no one in a parental role to trust, and now I’m shoved into that position with no prior experience.” Present Mic stared at his shaggy friend, giving him a gentle, hopeful smile. “Aizawa, listen. You’re doing a great job so far. Just..Just do what you think is right. And if you don’t know, you know you can call on me, or even Yagi. We’re here to help. It’s kinda what heroes do.” He winked. Aizawa groaned, sitting up straight. “Yeah..Yeah, I guess you’re right. Everything will be fine..Anyways, it’s getting late. I should head back and make sure Y/N is fine.” He told Hizashi, standing up from his seat. “And Yamada..” He started, looking back at his loud friend. “..thanks for everything.”

Present Mic gave a soft smile. “Anytime, Shouta. Anytime.”

You and Shinsou had finished studying a while ago, but because you hadn’t hung out for fun in a while, due to all the craziness that was happening in your life, you decided to use this time together to watch movies. Bad movies. Movies so bad, they were good. Honestly, it was your favorite pass time, though you often had to convince Shinsou to watch such films.  However, as much as you wanted to watch the movies, you felt yourself get distracted by..well, by Shinsou. The way he watched the movie seemed so fascinating, the way the TV lit up his eyes in the dark living room..He was just so..incredible.. Your staring at him was short lived, as he turned and looked at you. A moment of silence hung in the air, but it was not awkward. No, this silence was..magnetic. All the thoughts you had of him, he had of you. It was the small things about you that he absolutely adored. The way you crinkled your nose when he told a lame joke, the way you’d furrow your brows at a question you just couldn’t seem to solve, the way that he felt so comfortable at home with you. You felt your cheeks heat up, and before you knew it, you both were moving closer, your hearts beating together as one as you leaned in and–

“Y/N, I’m home!” Aizawa called out.

You and Shinsou immediately split apart, sitting as far away from each other as humanly possible, an obvious blush on your cheeks. Shinsou stood up and grabbed his things, bowed to Aizawa and gave you a quick wave before rushing out of the room. He could hardly believe himself! He almost kissed you: his best friend for years! What was he thinking?! What if you didn’t like him back and just got caught up in the moment? ..What if he had just messed everything up?

“Aizawa what the hell?!” You shouted at him, crossing your arms. “You could have at least messaged me that you were on your way home!” You said to your father figure.

“I did..” He said, slightly confused. “You only call me by my name when you’re mad at me. What have I done wrong?” He asked you. You only groaned in anger. “God, you don’t understand anything!” You yelled at him. “No, I don’t, so please tell me what I did wrong so I can fix it.” He said to you. “You can’t fix it! My life is ruined!” You yelled before storming off into your room and slamming the door behind you, leaving a very confused Aizawa standing in the living room. He didn’t know what he did wrong but..He’ll do his best to fix it. That’s what dad– That’s what..guardians do. Yeah, guardians. That’s all he was– a Guardian.

You sat on the roof of Aizawa’s home late at night, knees pressed against your chest and head on your knees. So much had happened in such a small amount of time, you needed a moment in a high place to clear your head. Sidonie sat beside you, staring up at the star-filled sky, trying to comfort you.

“Listen, you have nothing to worry about. Aizawa knows you well enough to know you don’t actually hate him, and Shinsou is your friend. If he values that, then it doesn’t matter what you almost did.” They said, looking over at you.

“I’m not scare about Aizawa hating me, but I still feel bad. He didn’t deserve that, he was just trying to help.” You frowned. “And Shinsou might be my friend, but..But goddamn it, I could have seriously just fucked things up with him!” You sighed. “He’s my very best friend..I don’t want to lose that.” You muttered. Aizawa opened up the window and started to climb out onto the roof, and as he did, Sidonie looked between the two of you. “I’ll give you two some privacy.” They smiled slightly, before disappearing.

You didn’t make eye contact with Aizawa, still feeling guilty about your outburst just a few hours before. Something warm touched your arm, and when you looked, Aizawa was holding out a freshly made cup of hot chocolate and a snack. You took them both gently, placing the snack beside you and holding the cup between your hands. You both sat silently, gazing up at the stars. Aizawa broke the silence. “Listen, Y/N..I don’t know what I did to get you so mad, but whatever I did, I apologize.” He said, drinking his own cup of hot chocolate.

You sighed and looked at him, guilt and regret plastered on your face. “You don’t have to apologize..You were just trying to help. I was just..Irritated.” You said softly. “..Can I ask you something?” You questioned. As he gave his nod of approval, you sighed. “Ok, so I have this..friend..Who likes one of their own..friends..” You started. “And that friend really likes their friend, but they’re scared that they possibly messed things up with them, because they nearly kissed when that friend’s dad just showed up and interrupted them. What do I– I mean..What does that friend do?” You asked, frowning slightly.

Aizawa leaned back, sighing. “In my opinion, there are two ways to do things. Option A: Your ‘friend’ ignores it, and hopes for the best. Option B:..Your friend asks their friend out. In the end, if the friendship is true, then the outcome doesn’t matter. If the friend likes your friend back, then that’s great. If they don’t then it doesn’t matter. True friends get through things together, no matter what it may be.” He told you. You groaned. “But I can’t ask him— I mean..My friend may be ask their friend out.” You explained. Aizawa just shrugged. “That’s not my problem. I gave your ‘friend’ two options. Now it’s up to them to decide what they think is the best route.” He said. You said nothing else. The rest of your time there was spent in a comfortable silence, both drinking your drinks and relaxing, staring up into the night sky.

When you headed back indoors, you placed your mugs into the sink, deciding to worry about them some other time.

You looked over at Aizawa, who was organizing a stack of papers on the table. Before you knew it, you went to him, and hugged him tightly. Aizawa stayed still, not sure how to handle the sign of affection. In the months spent with him, you never hugged him. He guessed it was because you weren’t sure what his boundaries were. He didn’t know how to feel about this. As you let go, you gave him a smile, uttering a small phrase.

“Thanks for everything, dad.”

And in that moment, he knew what it was he felt.

He felt happy.

look; there’s an angel over there,
can’t you see her halo?
she’s beauty among chaos,
my guardian angel has come to me.

look; the devil in sheep’s clothing.
no one knows except for me,
they’re all fooled by her smile,
but they don’t pay attention to her horns.

look; the outcast. don’t you see him?
midnight wind, I can’t comprehend
how he lives without sunlight
painting his cheeks.

look; there is no hero here.
everyone in this room is muddled,
smeared with lies and sins,
a hall of disaster waiting to happen.

—  we are not what you think we are
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Requested by greatdaybg (couldn’t find you in tag my friend)

Post-firsting meeting set in Judas Contract

With a small sigh, Koriand'r glanced up at the stars in contentment and contemplated the last several days.

She had thought that it wasn’t going to last, that she would have to leave soon but the Titans had provided her access to a line that could connect to Tamaran and after learning that her sister was arrested by the Tamaranean militia for treason and that her k'norfka Galfore had been appointed the planet’s Ambassador, he advised her to stay away from Tamaran for as long as she could.

Officials had declared Koriand'r’s status as unknown for her safety. She was less likely to be sought after and in a few weeks, she would be forgotten about, presumed dead, and that was the only way to keep her safe and preserve the royal bloodline.

She wasn’t upset about this, her whole life she had been dreaming about getting away from Tamaran but where does she start? Her parents were declared dead just a few days after she was enslaved, her little brother had fled without any trace, and she was now stuck on a planet she was so foreign to.

She had been with the Titans for eight days now and she couldn’t have asked for a better group of people to take her in. Their hospitality was greatly appreciated and she had gotten quite close to the leader, Robin.

For some reason she felt a pull towards him.

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This is Gabe, my handsome bastard guardian. He has exactly no right to be this shiny and sexy, but he is anyways.

Gabe is a bit of a goofball. He likes to dance and some of his favorite songs are The Lonely Island songs and Beep Beep Imma Sheep.

But don’t let his fun demeanor fool you. He has no problem filling things full of bullets until they stop moving. Or full of laser, as because of right now his favorite weapon is his Coldheart. And he usually does so while laughing and making crazy noises.

He’s a Nightstalker for the most part, and was pretty overjoyed when he found his broken arrow relic. Before that he was an Arcstrider, and never really cared about being a Gunslinger.

He’s very meticulous about keeping himself shiny. He pretty much has a tin of wax and a shammie on him at all times. Call him vain if you wish, buuuuuut keeping up that nice coat of wax really helps all the alien blood and goo just slide right off.

Expect more of him in the future. I love this guy.

(Plus, to my Mass Effect followers, I’ve kinda run out of Evfra stuff to write about and Destiny is what I’m playing now so…. yeah. Expect some Destiny content.)


Happy 18th Birthday Prince Michael Jackson Jr. (born Feb 13, 1997)

Before I turn 18 tomorrow I really want to thank a few people and first is obviously my dad,not only did he give me the gift of life, he gave me an incredible opportunity to make something of myself. Secondly, my cousin/guardian TJ, he has made so many sacrifices to help me along and he’s been there when I’ve needed him and helped shape who I am. Finally, my grandmother/guardian, she has been through so much and is such a strong woman to have in my life. So much that she’s an inspiration, to keep going no matter what and she has always been there for us. I love them all.

So, I’m starting WoT and I decided to do one of those thingies

What I know about The Wheel of Time based on what I’ve seen on my dash:

  • the main character is Rand al'Thor (that’s a very cool name)
  • he’s a hot redhead
  • he’s a firebender or something
  • and a little shit but the fandom loves him (or maybe that’s just Kvothe and I’m mixing stuff in my head)
  • the Wheel turns and makes the ages come and go (oh really)
  • some prophecies
  • something about a dragon reborn
  • which I’m sure is Rand based on said fire powers
  • shit will go down when the dragon is reborn
  • Rand’s got a couple of cool friends and the fandom loves the trio
  • (there are always those trios in the stories aren’t there)
  • Aes Sedai are women who can use magic
  • idk what ajahs are but they have something to do with aes sedai
  • there’s a black ajah (?)
  • there’s a girl called Aviendha
  • she’s an aes sedai I guess
  • and also Rand’s girlfriend or something
  • the series is made of like a hundred books and all of them are fucking huge why am i starting this what am i doing with my life
  • no wonder the author died before he could finish everything
  • and then Brandon Sanderson wrote the last books based on what the author had told him
  • “blood and ashes”
  • something about the light
  • cool wheel and infinity-shaped ouroboros symbol
  • that’s not from my dash but Blind Guardian has some great songs about WoT

that’s it I guess

honestly, the fact that I LOOK like a child, and ACT like a child, and kinda still AM A CHILD, in the sense that I feel like when the abuse started, I didn’t age anymore in every sense (yet I still feel like an adult at the same time; it’s complicated) makes me so uncomfortable. like, I cant help but feel like everyone who is attracted to me, is attracted to children. and it’s just, unsettling and I hope that’s not the case because that would make my boyfriend a creep, and he’s the best boyfriend ever and I don’t want it to be a lie, like it has been with exes and my guardian. and just- fUCK. being away from my guardian has made me realize how fucking abusive and manipulative he is. like, I genuinely think hes a good person and I care about him, but i know that hes done bad things and that if he really cared about me, he would have never done them, or he would have stopped and changed and yet he never did.but he still convinced me he was good and that he didnt mean it. nd i dont know how he was able to do that since I can usually see through it or at least know its bad, I mean I’ve always known that its bad but he was somehow able to convince me that it wasnt bad and that he wasnt bad and that the things he did would help me??? god im fucking fucked up and naive and just STUPID for being so EASY. easy to manipulate, to control, to convince nd in every way.

Guardian Angel Luke Imagine

I ran through the dark alley as fast as I could while rain pounded down heavily on the ground. Footsteps could be heard not far behind me but they were drowned out by the sound of my beating heart.

I picked up the pace as a road came to view up ahead, hoping someone would be there to help me before the frightening men could reach me.

“Keep on running princess, eventually you will tire and then we will get you!” The tallest of both the men called out. I looked over my shoulder for two seconds to see them roughly three metres behind with a determined look on their face.

I turned back towards the direction I was running in and pushed a metal bin over to block the path, hopefully slowing the men down in the process.

“Do you really think blocking the path is going to help you escape? Seriously princess have you ever watched a horror movie?” The shorter, more vicious looking man shouted as he jumped elegantly over the bin, the taller man following a second behind.

As I finally reached the road a hand clasped around my mouth to stop my screams as two other hands latched onto my arms, pulling me back into the alley. “I told you there was no point in running princess, you can never outrun us!”

I shook in fear, tears falling freely down my face as I was thrown into the wall opposite me. I groaned in pain when my shoulders and skull came in contact with the solid bricks of the abandoned building and a warm liquid trailed down my neck.

Lifting my hand up I carefully touched the liquid before bringing it back in front of my eyes. Just as I thought, my hand was covered with my golden blood, Ichor the blood of the gods.

“Zeus and Hera aren’t goi ng to be happy when they find out we killed their precious little girl are they? I think we should send them your head in a box and watch them have a heart attack in front of the council when they open it. What do you think princess?” The taller one, that I’d now named Aeron, asked with a grin plastered on his face.

“That’s impossible! You can’t kill me, I’m immortal! Does the golden blood not give that away?” I screeched, my vision starting to blur from the loss of blood in my body.

“That’s where you’re wrong. See this knife? Well this knife has the power to take away immortality. One stab and you’ll be dead.” Azar, the smaller man, smirked while twirling an intricate silver knife in his left hand.

My eyes widened and my palms started to sweat from the nerves. This is really the end? This is how I’m going to die? Killed by two demons who have a serious hatred for the gods and a magical weapons that can undo immortality!

I closed my eyes as Azar raised the knife high and waited for the pain to overtake my body. It never came. I heard a whoosh and when I finally opened my eyes Aeron and Azar were pinned against the opposite wall by a beautiful blond stranger. Their feet were dangling in the air as the stranger held them both above the ground by their neck, cutting off their oxygen as he glared at them.

“Now that’s no way to treat a lady. Especially one that is the daughter of Zeus and Hera, King and Queen of Olympus,” the stranger snapped as he tightened his grip on the demons throats. The demons choked from lack of oxygen as their brown eyes darkened until the pupils were no longer seen. Replacing the brown was a pure black, the original eye colour of a demon.

“Now I’m going to loosen my grip on both of your throats and I want you to apologise to the young lady for harassing her, you can do that right? Or do I need to force it out of you both?” He questioned looking back and forth between the two currently pale men in his hands. They shook their heads ‘no’ causing the stranger to smile happily and loosen his grip a little.

“S-sorry,” Aeron croaked as he took in a deep breath for the first time in a good three minutes. The handsome stranger nodded his head in approval before raising his eyebrows at Azar.

Azar glared at me with disgust before he spat out a “sorry”. I rolled my eyes already knowing that He didn’t mean what he said. He wasn’t sorry, in fact I’m pretty sure he wants to kill me even more now, thanks to blondie.

“Good.” Blondie nodded again in approval as he lowered the two men until their feet were touching the ground. He released the two from his grip and within the next second they were both dead on the floor, a knife piercing through each of their hearts. “Next time be more sincere. Your sorries weren’t good enough for me.”

He rubbed the dirt off of his black skinny jeans before turning to face me for the first time. My breath caught in my throat as I took in his appearance properly. His blond hair was styled in a perfect quiff with every strand going in the same direction. His eyes reminded me of the ocean as they were incredibly blue and he was at least 6 foot tall. A golden aura radiated off of him in waves and instantly made me feel giddy.

“Who are you?” I asked in awe, still staring at this inhumanly gorgeous guy in front of me. His skinny jeans hugged his long legs amazingly and his smile was so heavenly that my heart felt like it wanted to burst.

“I’m Luke, your Guardian Angel.” He lifted up his hand and took mine, giving it a firm shake before dropping it again at his sides. My hand felt like it was on fire from when he held on to it and when I finally looked back at Luke he was smiling at me joyfully. “You don’t know how long I’ve had to watch over you without introducing myself. It’s nearly driven me insane because I’ve wanted to talk to you so badly but I couldn’t. Not until you needed me to save you.”

I swear at that moment my heart skipped a beat at his words. He’s wanted to talk to me for ages now? He’s been watching over me and protecting me for a long time? He’s my Guardian Angel and has been waiting for the time to finally come save me and get to talk to me?

I wanted to scream out loud in happiness. Instead I counted to ten and breathed heavily.

“If you’re an angel then where are your wings?”

At that moment Luke’s face lit up even more, “Do you want to see them?”

I nodded my head a bit to quickly causing Luke to laugh at my eagerness. His laugh was the most wonderful sound I’d ever heard and it caused a smile to spread across my face. I’m sure that if we were in a room full of thousands of people they would all smile too. His laugh was that delightful.

A whoosh of air was heard, snapping me out of my daze. When I looked at Luke two enormous grey wings were spread out wide, each at least three metres long. Luke smirked and flapped his wings as I stared at them with mesmerisation. A rush of air passed me blowing my hair in random directions but it didn’t matter. The gorgeous angel in front of me was all that mattered at the moment.

“Can I touch them?” I asked softly, pointing to the wings that were still flapping back and forth. Luke only nodded and I took that as my cue to move. I stepped forward and raised my left hand, my fingers skimming across the silky feathers ever so gently before my palm came in contact with the quills. A shiver went down Luke’s spine and he shook it off, watching me as I touched his wings. They felt so soft underneath my touch and all I wanted to do was wrap them around myself and go to sleep.

“They’re amazing,” I finally commented, pulling my hand away and stepping back to give Luke some space. The loss of contact instantly made me want to reach out and never let go but of course I couldn’t do that. Instead I stuffed my hands into the pockets of my red coat and resisted the urge to lift my hands up and touch the wings again.

“Thank you,” Luke replied folding up his wings. In a flash they were gone and Luke looked like an ordinary boy again, not some heavenly angel. A part of me was sad that they were gone but another part of me was thankful that I now wouldn’t have the urge to touch them.

There was something though that I was dying to know the answer to and being the nosy person I am, I asked him without a second thought. “Why are your wings grey? Aren’t angels meant to have white wings?”

Luke smiled sadly and looked at the floor, kicking a few small stones around with his feet. I was almost sure he wasn’t going to answer until he looked back up and cleared his throat.

“My wings are grey because I’m neither good nor bad. My wings aren’t black because I’m not entirely bad and my wings aren’t white because I’m not fully good. I was told by protecting you eventually the good side of me would outweigh the bad side and I will finally get my white wings. Every time I help you my wings get a little lighter in colour and soon they will be pure white.” He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly and a blush crept onto his cheeks.

I knew it was too good to be true. I should have known there was something in this for him. A handsome angel like him wouldn’t protect a girl like me for nothing. He was only protecting me so he can get white wings. He doesn’t care about me, he only cares about himself.

Luke must have seen the disappointed look on my face because his immediately flashed with panic and worry.

“I mean, that’s not the only reason I protected you. I mean sure, I’ve been protecting you so I can get rid of my grey wings and finally have the white ones I’ve longed for but there is another reason,” he babbled, hoping he hadn’t screwed everything up. When I raised my eyebrows curiously he continued with a sigh. “I wasn’t going to tell you this yet. I was going to wait a few months until you trusted me completely but I guess I’m going to have to now. Princess you’re my destined.”

I froze in place shocked at the news bestowed on me. Luke is my destined? Luke is the person I’m meant to be with for the rest of my life?

It all made sense now. My hand feeling like it was on fire when he shook it, the shiver that went down Luke’s spine when I touched his wings, how I longed to reach out again after I let his wings go, and the insane amount of attraction I had for him. It was all because Clotho, Lachesis and Atropos made Luke my other half.

“You’re not angry with me are you?” I shook my head wondering how he could think of something so absurd. How could I be angry at him? I’d just found out he is who I’m destined for.

“Of course not. Quite the opposite actually,” I replied causing Luke to relax a little.

“Thank the gods, I don’t think I could handle it if my destined hated my guts.” This made me giggle a little. “Well I have to go, duty calls but if you need anything just call my name and I’ll be at your side as soon as possible.”

Luke stepped forward hesitantly and kissed my cheek before moving back and flashing me an award-winning smile that sent my stomach into a frenzy. His wings appeared seconds later and again made my hair blow in different directions.

“Until next time Princess.”

And then he flew away, leaving me in the pouring rain.