needs more woods in the tag

I Love the idea of comforting cryptids . monsters who live under your bed to assure that nothing bad can fit under there because They’re there & there’s no more room . unspeakable eldritch horrors that follow you around just so they can tell you shitty puns . Mom Friend™ poltergeists who passive aggressively disrupt all your electronics when ur a lil shit who should be sleeping because “you have an exam in the morning!!” , but Also tag along on blind dates in case you suddenly need an out . sirens who work as lifeguards & sing so instead of panicking you can focus on your movements & breathe easier . forest ranger Bigfoot who patrols the woods in case anyone gets lost & needs a guide out . 


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Envy: “I’d sssooner die than be seen ssssssslinking through some flap in the door like a…! Like a….! Common house pet!!! How could she do thissssss to me, her beloved partner?!”

The pokedoor is modestly sized, and doesn’t seem at all “degrading”. Still, Envy alternates between pointing his seething glare at the note and the doorknob.

can’t live with him but can’t live without him - oliver x marcus

“I can’t do this,” Oliver whined, sitting up among the whirlpool of crumpled sheets, fleecy blankets and duck-feather pillows that seemed to be suffocating him as he tried to sleep. “I just can’t.”

He melodramatically kicked the duvet off him, cheeks a deep scarlet colour as he leapt from the bed and stood by the oak chest of drawers, one hand propped on his hip while the other wearily rubbed over his eyes. It was a late night and through the break in the curtains Oliver could see the moon hung proudly in the sky, surrounded by its very own sea of stars. Among the navy canvas the stars almost looked like a dot-to-dot pattern, just waiting for someone to come and connect them to complete the image. Oliver liked to imagine the stars would create an outline of Marcus’ face, perfectly accentuating his angelic cheekbones and God-like jawline. He was unfairly gorgeous, Oliver thought, which only made this hindrance more aggravating. 

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Take Care Of Her

Characters:Dean x Reader, Sam

Word Count: 759

Warnings: none

Request: Hi! Can I request a Dean x reader where the reader has to go with Sam for a case and Dean says to Sam to take care of her and Sam thinks he means the impala like in 12.15 but then realizes he’s talking about the reader and you can choose how it ends. It’s okay if you don’t want to write it. I love your stories btw

Author’s Note: Sorry this is posted so late. I kind of slept in. If you want to be tagged, leave an ask or message and I’ll add you! Same goes for my Series Rewrite! If you want to request a fic, please send them in! I love writing what you guys want!

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Originally posted by sammy-samulet

“Damn it! Damn it!” Dean growled out, hitting the wheel of his beloved car. You sighed and got out of the car, needing the fresh air to calm your nerves.

“Dean, it’s going to be okay.” Sam said, following your move, needing to stretch his long ass legs.

“No, it’s not going to be okay! How can you think that for one second? This thing knows we’re after it and it decides to pull this crap, we’re never going to catch it if we stick together.” Dean said, getting out of the car as well.

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PSA for pet parents in the North East US

I’m sure you’ve noticed an increase in the tick population. The population of Lyme-carrying mice is a prime indicator of how large the tick population will be the following year. And in 2016, there was basically a mice plague in the Northeast. I pulled twenty (20) off of Barkley today, mostly before they bit. But it’s just awful out here.

Steps you can take to keep you and your baby healthy:

Protect your yard:

  • Keep grass short. Mowing sucks, but it helps.
  • Consider chickens if you can. They love ticks. Good riddance.
  • Ticks also don’t care for mulch barriers or gravel paths, things like that. If you were thinking of installing anything like that, think no more.
  • There are also environmentally friendly sprays.

Protect your pet:

  • Comb your pet with a flea comb, and don’t forget to check places like the armpits, belly, and under those floppy ears. (I found one in his ear, poor thing.)
  • Seresto collars are my personal recommendation, but Frontline, etc, will work, too.
  • Citrus juice is said to repel ticks, but don’t use citrus oils because it has the chemicals in the rind which are toxic to critters.
  • Do not feed your dog garlic as a preventative measure. Garlic is toxic to dogs.
  • Don’t rub oils on your cat, because they’ll ingest them. And avoid all products with permethrin for kitty, too.
  • Vaccinate your pets. You can get them a Lyme vaccine.

Protect yourself:

  • Wear long pants and shirts, weather or activity permitting.
  • Shower very soon after being anywhere ticks may live, such as grassy fields or especially the woods. Perform a self check for ticks along your hair line, around your ears, in your armpits, behind your knees, along the panty lines, etc. Use it as an excuse to get intimate. Ask your partner to check you for ticks.
  • Use bug repelling spray.
  • Wear light clothes so you can see hem crawling up your pants.

Help! I’ve been bitten by a tick!

  • Don’t panic. It’s not a big deal. It’s gross, okay, yeah, but it’s not urgent. You need to be careful when you remove it, so take it slow. You’re going to live.
  • Don’t burn it. Accidents happen.
  • Using your fingers, but preferably a pair of tweezers, grasp the tick gently but firmly, as close to your skin as you can. You don’t want to squish the tick. Tug with steady pressure, so the tick remains intact AND you get it’s head. If the head detaches from the body, you might still get sick because it’s still embedded in your skin. Have someone help you get it out if this happens.
  • Now that you have the tick, kill it in a bath of alcohol and put it in a zip lock. This way, if you do feel yourself getting ill or develop any odd rashes, you can take the tick to your doctor and have it tested for Lyme.
  • The tick needs to be embedded for 24 hours or more to actually have any chance of passing on a disease, but it never hurts to be careful if you aren’t sure.

Just be careful out there, guys. Know your pet’s penchants out there in the wild back yard, and pay attention if they go in woods or grasses, or even if they play in water fixtures. Ticks like still water, like mosquitoes. Hikers especially beware. Have a safe summer!

by the skin of your teeth: part nine




here we go.

this is a long one and it’s pretty intense, warnings include: violence/blood, psychological manipulation, suicide ideation and baiting, derealization, self-loathing, claustrophobia, lots of swearing and Bill generally doing what Bill does. any other tags anyone needs, just let me know.

also considerably more italics and dashes than any one person should be allowed to use, but that’s a whole other issue. 

I reformatted Bill’s dialogue partway through and I think I caught everything but do let me know if I missed anything. 

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Long Ass Post Regarding The Bastille Fandom and how it's really Not As Great as it's made out to be


so ive seen a Lot of posts lately praising the bastille fandom for being so “nice and sweet and chill and tolerant” etc etc.
and they bother me a lot.

I have nothing against the people making these posts. they’re happy with the corner of the group that they associate with, and that’s fine.

what I do have a problem with is the posts themselves.

they make out like this fandom is so nice and peachy and perfect when if you look even a tiny little bit further away from your own friend group within it, if you scrape a tiny bit under the surface, it’s obvious this is certainly not the case, and nobody acknowledges this.
no fandom is perfect, especially not this one.

we have our fair share of sketchy disgusting shit going on.
it may not be to the level of certain others but it is there and it’s bad, and the mentality of glossing over that completely is worrying me.

I have a few points I’m gonna go over, mostly relating to this fandoms treatment of Dan, and their treatment of each other.

•1 Treatment of Dan

this is probably mostly in reference to the twitter group of the fandom but it’s bad on tumblr too hoo boy.

to put it bluntly

y'all are fucking THIRSTY
and it’s disgusting.
because Dan doesn’t have a partner that we know of publicly everyone seems to take that as him being free range and make some pretty Ugly and Disgusting comments towards him- and even worse y'all do it on twitter too, on his tweets, which he can see?
the way you talk about him really rubs me up the wrong way.

he’s a human being for god’s sake and i don’t wanna sound like your mum but ACT LIKE YOUD WANT TO BE TREATED YOURSELF.

he is not free for you to treat like you do- and a good mirror for my point of the fact he doesn’t have a partner we know of is: you don’t make those kinds of advances toward woody, do you? y'all know he’s married and you respect that, which is great. but you can’t show the same courtesy towards Dan? (and don’t try to say that woody isn’t as attractive as Dan that has nothing to do with this.).

Even worse is your harassment of anyone involved with Dan’s life like his friends especially his female friends -
the AMOUNT OF TIMES i have SEEN speculation about one of his friends or a crew member or anything being his girlfriend- and then you go and harass the poor girls?? what the fuck??? it shouldn’t matter to you if he has a partner and if he does you DONT HARASS THEM LIKE THIS.
i find it really hypocritical especially after the whole glory thing.

•1a Treatment of the boys on twitter

I’ve said something about this before but the twitter fandom is SO bad. I’m not very involved with it so i won’t make claims but they’re some of the worst i think mainly because due to the nature of twitter they have direct contact with the band.
anyway, twitter fandom is awful, not going further bc y'all know

•2 Treatment of others within the fandom

oh boy!
y'all are not all nice
as someone who floated around Heaps before i settled within the space I had within the fandom when I was a somewhat active participant in it, I can tell you that a Good Percentage of you in the tumblr section of the fandom are demons.
I’ve seen people bully and harass others, send anon hate, more and more and more and i think maybe it’s gotten worse since the second album?
the main problem is I think you’re all too overprotective of the band as a whole.

•2a Treatment of the creative side of the fandom

this place is the WORST when it comes to art theft of various incarnations Holy SHIT
you steal and repost other people’s edits, their art, their gifs, with no credit and that is Bad. You know it’s bad but do you stop? no. do you check sources? no.
you follow and reblog from accounts that repost gifs and you dont give a shit- even when the original watermarks are Right There

And let’s get back into how y'all treat Greg shall we?

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it as many times as possible-
how have you not learned? why do i still see leaked photos going around? why do you not check the source before you reblog? why do i, to this day, see photos from the photobook online when you’ve been specifically told not to post them?

it’s ugly and disgusting how you treat creators in this place, especially Greg.

• in conclusion

there’s more to this but this is long enough already.
what bothers me the most is how nobody seems to see this? how you praise each other for being so Great and Cool?
there’s some great circles of people in here, i agree, a lot of you are really great but there’s still the other side to it there.
no fandom is purely nontoxic!! you know that!!
it’s worse here than you think it is and that’s what i want you to take away if you got through this long ass terrible post.

sorry for being the one to crash your party but it’s the hard truth and I wish more people were aware of it because this ignorance worries me.

(thanks to joyce for talking with me and helping me think out this post a bit)

my feed is dry and crusty and i need more people to follow so like/ reblog this if you post any of the following and i might follow you !




night in the woods


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Freedom Found and Lost
  • John Laurens x Reader
  • Hamiltime
  • Prompt: two people, running away from a blind arranged marriage, in which one is supposed to marry the other, meet in the roady coincidence and fall in love with each other.
  • Idea from @writing-prompt-s

A/N: I thought this would be a fun story idea so I decided I’d write it. I said you guys would probably see the angsty ending a mile away but I hopefully made it as painful as possible. But, until you reach the angst, it’s just a pile of fluff. So I hope you enjoy this, I hope it stabs you in the heart, and hope you won’t hate me too much once you finish it.

Word Count: 10,734
“What?” You asked in a shaky voice.

“We set up a marriage for you.” Your mom told you.

“Why?” You asked.

“Because you need a promising match and this man is just that.” Your mom explained.

“But…I don’t want to marry some man I’ve never met.” You argued.

“Well, you’ll be meeting him tomorrow.” Your father spoke up.

“Tomorrow?” You asked appalled. Both of your parents nodded. “I don’t want to marry someone that doesn’t know me. Or someone who I don’t know.”

“Y/N, it’s decided. Tomorrow you will meet this suitor and, in a few months, you will marry them.” Your father told you. His tone let you know that you weren’t getting out of this. So you just sighed and hung your head. You went to your room and made sure to slam the door with as much force as possible. You may accept this, but you didn’t (and wouldn’t) be happy about it.

You sighed as you looked out your window. You didn’t need a promising match. You’re family had acres of land, you were well off. You used to trek across your lands as a child so you knew it well. You knew just how much of it you had. You knew if you inherited it then you would never need to marry someone. But you knew your parents would never let you out of it.

“I never even wanted to get married anyway.” You grumbled to yourself. “Be a picture perfect wife who cooks and cleans and prances around in dresses just to make the husband look good. I want to be free to live my own life.” You looked down at your lands once more. “And maybe I can be.” You pondered. You could slip out the window right now and no one would know, you could walk off the land and be on your own. It wouldn’t be hard.

No. It would be hard. Disobeying your parents like that. However, if they failed to show you any respect, why did you have to show them any? So you grabbed a small bag and tossed some dresses in there. You slipped from the window. You ran across the fields and ducked into the surrounding woods.

“Excuse me?” John asked his father, a challenge in his voice.

“I arranged a marriage. She’s a fine girl and her family has plenty of land. Once you marry, you’ll be the successor.” His father explained.

“So this match was made to secure more land?” John challenged once more.

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Feeling left behind by her more successful, settled friends, Emma Swan moves to Scotland on a whim. Sure, she’s winning at Instagram, but something is still missing from her new life. Fortunately, her friends back home are on it. #FindEmmaSwanAFriend goes viral. Enter Killian Jones, reluctant columnist, who is on the hunt for his newest subject, and may just have found her. CS AU

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PSA: This is not a chapter of #FindEmmaSwanAFriend, but a complementary work, Killian’s column in the May edition of Saorsa. I hope you enjoy it anyway.

Tagging: @katie-dub, @wholockgal, @kat2609, @whovianlunatic, @optomisticgirl, @ladyciaramiggles, @the-lady-of-misthaven, @emmaswanchoosesyou, @ilovemesomekillianjones, @cigarettes-and-scotch-whisky, @biancaros3, @ms-babs-gordon, @ab-normality, @andiirivera, @fangirl-till-it-hurts, and whoever else asks me.   

Killian Jones

May 2017

Hello there. This month’s missive comes to you direct from the crowded sands of Portobello Beach, where I am currently wrestling deadlines whilst on the constant look out for opportunistic young families from West Lothian who circle like buzzards, ready to exploit any signs of weakness to depose me from the prime piece of beachfront real estate where I’ve staked my claim. It’s a tricky business, and with the mercury edging ever closer to twenty degrees centigrade, a sure sign that summer is finally on the approach.

It is a beginning, to be sure. Of near constant sunshine and a few months reprieve from beanie hats and long johns. But for some, it can also be an ending. For the not-insubstantial student population of Edinburgh, it marks the end of a gruelling exam period before they disappear back to the loving clutches of their childhood bedrooms for the summer. And for one Emma Swan, it presents the opportunity to mix with her co-workers at a succession of events designed to farewell the academic year.

Which brings us to our latest guide to making friends as a stranger in a strange land: Exploit your working relationships.

Now, since I have carelessly revealed Emma’s place of work to you previously, I should stipulate that I have, in fact, sought approval from the relevant people to tell this little tale. There were forms, signed in triplicate. It’s all very above board. Names have been changed and obscured to protect innocent and guilty alike. Mostly.

Alright, now we’ve gotten the obligatory legal nonsense out of the way, let us return to the event at hand, in fair Lugton Bogs, where we lay our scene. A rather unattractive name for the sight of perhaps Edinburgh’s premier laser tag facility, set amongst a small thicket of trees just beyond the city bypass.

Indeed, in their infinite wisdom, the heads of the School of Classics, Archaeology and History thought there would be no better way to unify their department, than to let them face off against their colleagues from the School of Social and Political Science. In the woods. With lasers.

And in the spirit of scientific inquiry, I was reluctantly brought along.

Now, in theory, laser tag is marginally less dangerous than its more colourful cousin, paintball. After all, no one is copping a pellet to the face. And there is little need to dress in unflattering human-sized condoms to protect one’s clothing from paint splatters. But those who would consider it a harmless kind of team-building exercise, have clearly never seen Emma Swan at work in faded fatigues, clutching a fake rifle.

She is, in short, a force to be reckoned with.

Over the course of two hours, I saw this woman decimate her competition, capture and hold flags, and evade enemy snipers like some sort of lithe blonde ninja. The running group certainly seemed to be paying dividends.

By the end, there remained only a single obstacle in her path, a fellow on the opposing team I later discovered had actual combat experience. We’ll call him… Grant.

Now I’m sure a lesser man would be troubled by the woodland prowess of this upstart American, but when the two hours wound to a close and the game was declared a draw, I witnessed something truly remarkable. A genial smile at the hands of our stubborn heroine. A handshake that spoke of mutual respect. And most tellingly of all, a drinks invitation to follow.

A fine lesson to all of us, I’m sure, in not tempering one’s abilities to appear more likeable to the group. To be exceptional is no bad thing. And if we are lucky enough to find someone who appreciates us for our talents, even in the most unlikely of circumstances, so much the better.

And for the rest of us, the less remarkable? The ones whose disabilities might mean they aren’t terribly suited to the handling of small arms, plastic or otherwise? Well, I’ve heard there is graciousness in defeat. And that’s not such a terrible quality in itself.

Of Hearts and Magic

Genre: Fantasy, One Shot, Ficlet

Warnings: None

Word Count: 884

Author’s Note: The prompt that inspired this fic can be found here. I’m tagging my fics #sidewritten to make them easier to find.

Prince Roman dismounted from his noble steed at the edge of the Woeful Woods.  The young royal needed to pass through the woods to reach Thornbridge Castle, the home of his nemesis, to challenge him to a duel.  Every map he had checked showed that there was no other way any mortal could reach the gates of Thornbridge castle save through these woods, and even then, most never made it to their destination.

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Is Love Enough (part 2)

Words: 1.6k

Summary: After running from Castiel, he and the Winchesters find you.

Warnings: Nothing really, some angst, mostly fluff

A/N: Master tag list at the end; let me know if you’d like to be added.


You sat on a dusty couch in an old safe house you used to use. It was a run down cabin tucked away deep into the woods; it looked straight out of a horror movie. Definitely not ideal for your current state, but it would do for a few nights.

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Summary: After long days, long months you finally find some comfort again in loving Hvitserk. But that comfort sneaks away every day closer to birth when your little one decides to be a active more than sleeping. You thought you were happy, until the birth …
Words: 1813

Update tag: @filippazm

You didn’t find any comfort but you wanted to give it Hvitserk all so you just kept still in the bed, gazing into the darkness while the little life inside of you twist and turned around. Despite he always said that you were the one who needed the rest, you just didn’t listen. In the past nine months everything changed, you came from nothing, just a lonely slavegirl with a cabin in the woods to this … nine months pregnant from the boy that took a bet on you. That first month was hard, you couldn’t put youself over the truth that he really loved you. After that, with the moodswings this pregancy brought you really saw how much he did for you. It was hard for you to adjust in this world, you still were that insecure girl, afraid for the opinions of others, shy with the jokes his brothers maked. When there was a conversation you sat by paying attention without saying a thing. But people started to notice, you belly grow and Hvitserk was more around than usual. The whispers going around scared you for a big part, afraid that you won’t be enough in the end, still afraid that he would leave you now you finally start trusting him again. The alone time was all about sitting around and telling stories to your belly, hoping that a son of a daughter one day be better than you, hoping that he or she would have a wonderfull life. So you told your belly about everything, you told how famous his or her grandfather was, how handsome his or her father was. You never told about yourself, not wanting that your child turned out just like you.

You moved, sitting up, a hand carrying your belly while you pulled yourself out of the bed, walking over to the little window, gazing outside to the rain. You never left your little cabin, even now you stayed here. This was the one thing you owned. Hvitserk tried to convince you to move closer to Kattegat, in case of but you spoke for the gods, your faith laid in their hands. You looked down to your belly, feeling your unborn child kick like crazy, it almost hurted. He or she would be a fighter, or at least  that was what you imagined. Passing was something that maked the child calm again, so you started to walk around, slowly, your back killing you from the heavy weight it had to pull. Any moment now, you could give labor any moment and only that idea scared you almost to dead.
‘Y/n?’ He pulled you out of your thoughts. You looked over your shoulder to Hvitserk who pulled something on. ‘What are you doing?’
‘Passing, someone didn’t want  to sleep.’ You smiled tired, looking down to your belly.
‘You should rest more, you need your strenght.’ Hvitserk reacted, placing a kiss against your temple. You closed your eyes and rested your chin on his shoulder, feeling his warm breath against your skin.
‘I can’t really rest if our child wants to be awake all the time.’ You whispered, looking back up to him. He caressed your cheek and you smiled softly, enjoying the little attention he gave you in the middle of the night.
‘We have a fighter on our hands.’ He said with a promesing look, crouching down before your belly. ‘Don’t do that, your mother needs her sleep.’ He placed his lips on it and the smile on your lips grew with the second. It got a little more silent in your body and you nodded towards Hvitserk, approvingly.
‘If he or she will listen so well to you in the futher, i will be happy.’
‘You are already happy.’ He guessed, leading you back to bed.
‘Not completly.’ You protested, lying down again, signing out of exhaustion.
‘I will be glad if our child is born.’ He said, laying down aside you his hand rubbing your tensed shoulder.
‘I’m not really looking forward to it but yes, I will be glad to.’
‘I’ll be there, I promise.’ He promised you. Now way you would pull labor off without him being around. You still were to insecure to depend on the words or acts from another, if he would be there to encourage you, you maybe would make.
‘Won’t get anywere without you.’
‘Now rest love, I will keep watch for sudden movements.’ He winked. You chuckled, pulling him closer and placing your lips on his. He was your viking, the viking you always dreamt of. And while you slowly got on the way to your dreams you heared him talking, long stories about the gods and the fights his father fought.

Aslaug didn’t really liked you in the beginning. When you had dinner with the sons of Ragnar and their mother you always felt so akward all the time, just sitting there and hardly touching your food while Hvitserk drank a little to much and got all free and enthusiastic. Around you he was always carefull, so you loved to see him like that. But with the birth coming he didn’t drank much, keeping a close eye on you and it that way his mother saw he was becoming a man more than he was the boy you fell in love with.  
‘You took a bet over her, maked her pregant and expecting a son or daughter any minute, when will you get married?’ Ubbe asked joyfull, taking his cup and drinking back his ale. You looked down, like usual not getting in the conversation with them.
‘Don’t you want to marry my son?’ Aslaug asked you. She knew how to challenge your insecurity. You looked up to her, smiling in the best way you could before you looked over to Hvitserk.
‘I would.’ He reacted, getting you enough to nodd for yourself to. Aslaug smiled, glad by the reaction you gave. You felt a small pain getting through your stomach, squeezing your eyes a little to endure it. It passed by without anybody noticing.
‘I’m happy for my son, at least one of my sons is wise and big enough to commit.’ She announched.
‘That isn’t wise.’ Ivar protested, throwing you a meaningless gaze.
‘You are saying that because you are jealous of her Ivar.’ Ubbe smiled towards his youngest brother.
‘Don’t bet with me next time.’ Hvitserk winked on his turn. You looked towards Ivar and his already hard expressions, he did like he didn’t care but somewhere deep inside he needed to, right? He needed to feel something other than always taunting his brothers around, pretend like he didn’t care.
‘You will wish you didn’t bet if that little thing inside her belly waked you up every hour of the night.’ Ivar reacted, a little heated. You felt the sharp pain again and closed your eyes, tensed.
‘Y/n, are you feeling alright?’ Aslaug noticed. The disscucion stopped within seconds, everybody around the table looking at you.
‘It’s alright.’ You tried to smile. Hvitserk came from his seat and walked around the table, crouching aside your seat.
‘Don’t hold back because my brothers are around, or my mother. What do you feel?’ He asked concerned, on a low voice.
‘I feel like I’m going into labor.’ You whispered back, scared. Hvitserk turned to his mother and she nodded, sending her sons out.
‘We will take good care of you Y/n.’ Aslaug said. You nodded, looking to Hvitserk back.
‘I’m scared.’
‘Me to, but let’s keep focus on the little one.’ He said, carefully resting his hand on your belly.  You nodded, taking a deep breath when you felt that pain again. Your water broke and then you were sure … you were turning into a mother.

It was the most awfull thing, giving birth. You felt your body extent in so many ways you even could imagine before. And the pain, you where exhausted from yelling half the time, handling the pain. Sweat transparent on your body while you rested your head in the pillow, panting, exhausted.
‘I can’t.’ You whispered, tears from before running over your cheeks again.
‘You have to Y/n.’ One of the woman said who were present in the room. You head shifted a little, looking aside to Hvitserk who looked concerned from your belly back to you. This was taking hours, scared that the actually labor would take some hours more. ‘One last time, I see the head already.’ The woman said. A new pain got up and you grabbed the last of your energy, screaming out the pain, clenhing to Hvitserk his hand while your little one got his or her first breath in this strange big words. The little cry weakened your body entirly, Hvitserk left your side when you closed your eyes, relieved that it was over.
‘It’s a daughter.’ Somebody announched. A girl … a fragile little girl like you were. The cry she shouted out, pulled a tired smile on your lips, a girl … and she was already twice the fighter you were. You turned your head, looking for her, finding her in the arms of her father. Hvitserk turned around, something so little pressed against his chest maked your exhausted body feel alive again. She stopped crying from the warmth he spread while he sat aside you on the bed. You tried to sit up a little but he protested.
‘Let me see her.’ You whispered, looking over his arm. He turned her around, so carefull, a little clumsy even before you had a full sight of your daughter. She was gorgeous, already having some dark hair, wrapped up in a blanket, the blood still covering some places. You rested your head against Hvitserk his arm, sinking your eyes away in that tiny little body she represented. ‘We have a daughter.’ You whispered, still in disbelief that after those horrible hours this was the result of your pain. You almost forget it right away.
‘I’m so proud of you Y/n.’ He whispered, placing a kiss on your forehead. You slowly looked up to him.
‘I love you Hvitserk.’
‘It will be hard to split my love in ecually pieces.’ He smiled.
‘As long as you love her it doens’t matter what happens to me.’
‘It matters to me.’ He protested. You closed your eyes, tired when you felt that tiny little body contact with your chest. You opened your eyes, laid your hand over that little body. She snuggled, curled up almost, fingers formed to fists. The tears left your eyes again, so happy in the moment. Althrough your body was so weakened, you felt so exhausted, this would always be the perfect moment in your life. Laying here, with her on your chest while Hvitserk sat aside you, placing his lips against your hair and smiling proudly. She would be fierce, she would be loved, she would be exacly how you dreamed a daughter to be. You would make sure of that.

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The Eternal Night pt.1

Monsta x - Apocalypse AU/imagine
Word Count: 1,450

Lonely, empty, hungry, tired. You felt it all.

After being split from your Best friend during a herd attack. Your hand clutching onto the knife as stray tears ran down your face, dropping onto the pavement. You looked at the sky, it was darkening, a sigh escaped your lips, you’d have to find a place to stay the night.
You looked around, taking in your surroundings. Your eyes landed on a storage facility.  "That’ll do.“ You said to yourself and began making your way over to it, you got a pair of keys from the office and walked to a unit, knocking on it.

 When you heard nothing you unlocked it and opened it. You looked around once again and closed the storage unit, locking it from the inside. You sat, curled up in a corner, wiping your eyes, shaking the bad thoughts from your head and taking out a can of baby food you had found while scavenging.

Eating it all within minutes and throwing the empty can into another darkened corner. You looked at your map, using your finger to figure out where you were. You were about a few days walk to your meet-up destination.

Planning to leave in the morning, you knew you’d need a good nights rest. You covered yourself with a worn blanket and used your backpack as a pillow. The next morning you packed up your things and opened the unit, squinting at the sun. You started down the road, expecting to be the only person around.

 "Hey! you down there!” Someone yelled and you glanced up at a building, there was a boy, waving wildly. “Help?” He asked meekly, the building was surrounded by the flesh-eating monsters. Though you wanted nothing more than to ignore him and continue towards your destination, the good in you didn’t let you, instead, you just sighed and walked towards the building, immediately stabbing one, you took them down easily and whistled, telling him it was okay to come down.

 You turned on her heel and began walking again. “Hey, wait,” The boy said, out of breath, placing his hands on his knees. “What?” He looked at her. “Thank you for helping me…Where are you headed?” You squinted your eyes at him. “You’re welcome. To find my friend, what’s it to you?” You questioned, crossing your arms over your chest. “I have no one, I got separated from my group. Can I come with? I’ll help you find your friend. Maybe we can find mine on the way.” Once again you wanted to walk away, but something told her to take him up on his offer.

 "Alright, fine,” You gave in after looking at him for a few seconds. “You can tag along, we need to go though.“ He nodded and ran to walk beside you, they walked down the road in silence. "I never told you my name, I’m Minhyuk.” She nodded. “Y/N.”

A day later you two were traveling through the woods. “We’ll need to get out on the road soon, to find somewhere safe to spend the night.” He said looking at your map. “Alright, we should go south for a few more miles then, that’s the direction the roads are in.” You pointed on the map, you both perked you heads up when you heard gunshots.

 "We should get away from here..“ He said, rolling the map up. "Wait, that could be one of your people or my friend…We should check.” He hesitantly nodded and followed you in the direction the shots came from.

 "You’re so dumb, you can’t waste bullets on that! it was one walker, I could’ve killed it with my knife!“ Someone whisper-yelled and Minhyuk perked up. "Well, sorry! I panicked, not everyone can be so good at killing these things like you! And stop yelling! You’re making me nervous,” Another person said back.

 "Kihyun? Jooheon?!“ Minhyuk yelled, loud enough for to two to hear. "Minhyuk?!” He ran out from behind the tree. “You’re okay!” He nodded enthusiastically. “Y/N! Come out.” He called out and you walked from behind the tree slowly, being careful to not trip over the branches.

 He turned to his friends. “Guys, this is Y/N, they saved me!” You nodded at them. “Nice to meet you! Thank you for saving our friend.” You once again nodded, smiling slightly. “It’s nice to meet you as well. You’re welcome." 

The sky was darkening and something rumbled throughout the sky. "We’re gonna get back on the road, need a place to stay the night. It’s definitely not safe out here, especially not with this storm coming.” Minhyuk filled them in. “We saw an old store on the way, it’s about a ten minute’s walk.” Minhyuk looked back at you, you didn’t see another way so you agreed. “Sounds fine to me.”

 So the group that was once two, turned into four, as they walked towards the old store. Clearing the one walker inside, they pushed shelves in front of the door and windows. “I’ll check the storage room, cook these beans.” You tossed Minhyuk two cans of baked beans. “Will do.”

 You walked into the storage room, checking the shelves for anything useful. A few batteries, flashlight, and an untouched jug of water and some cans of food. Your eyes caught a bloodied sweater on the ground, a familiar one.

 It looked like the one your best friend had on when you got separated. Your eyes watered and you blinked rapidly. ‘They’re fine.’ You thought, sighing heavily. You walked back into the main part, dumping the things on the floor. “Jackpot, eh?” You nodded, wiping your eyes when you sat the contents down. “You alright?” Minhyuk asked you, looking genuinely concerned, you nodded and sat down, taking the bowl of beans.

 "You sure?“ You looked at him, he would not give up, would he?  "I saw a sweater, in the storage room. It…it looked like my friend’s,” You stared at the makeshift fire. “It was bloody, terribly bloody.” You felt a hand on your back as the other two looked at you, pity in their eyes.

 "Maybe they took it off after you two got away from the herd? Maybe it was too bloody for them and they just took it off..or maybe they left it as a sign for you,“ His brain racked for comforting words and he looked at Kihyun for help. "We’ll find 'em, They’ll be fine. You’re okay. They’re okay too.” He said, watching you carefully.

 "I’ll take first watch, you guys get some rest.“ You muttered, taking the pistol you had with you and sitting on the counter. "You sure?” You once again nodded, “I’m sure.” You said, letting out a shaky breath. When Minhyuk woke up you were swaying side to side, your eyes low. You looked at him when he stepped up beside you and brought your index finger to your lips. “Herd’s passing through.” You whispered looking at the slow walking corpses pass by, he turned to you and he tilted his head towards the floor. “Take a rest, alright? I got this.” You looked at him and handed him the gun, hopping down from the counter and onto the floor, curling up.

 He gave you the blanket he had and looked back up at the wandering herd. When the three of you finally woke up that morning the herd had passed, except for a few stragglers. “We should get going, we can sneak out the back and they won’t see us.” You stretched and patted Minhyuk’s back. “Good idea let’s pack up and head out,” The four of you wasted no time packing up and sneaking out the back door, heading through the woods and back onto the roads.

 Leaves and branches crunching underneath their feet. A few hours later you stumbled upon a car, a terrified boy on the inside surrounded by the undead, their hands clawing at the driver’s seat and trunk. “Hey, isn’t that….Wait, that’s Wonho!” You had no time to think before the three boys rushed over to the car and smartly used their knives, you approached the trunk and popped it up while they dragged the bodies away from the doors.

 "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,“ A boy inside was freaking out and you rose an eyebrow. "Minhyuk, come here,” You waved him over, shaking the shoulders of the boy who was in a shocked state. “Is this another friend?” He looked into the trunk and nearly dove inside. “Changkyunie!!! You’re alive!!!” He squealed. “Wonho, breathe~ You’re okay~” Kihyun was busy calming the other boy down.

 After calming them both down and explaining the situation, the two boys immediately hopped up and agreed to help get you to your friend.

And so, the group that was four, became six as they headed down the hill, heading towards their destination. 
Part two should be coming soon~

Marinette in Wonderland (Part One)- Adrienette Month Day Eight

Part Two

Part Three

Bonus Scene

“Are you Alice?”

She spins around. “Who’s there? Who said that?”

“I did.” The voice is soft, and for a moment, she sees a flicker of an image… a boy, with gold hair and eyes that she can’t see. “Are you Alice?”

“I… no, I’m Marinette…”

“I have to find Alice. I have to take her.”


“Can’t you be Alice?” the boy pleads, still flickering in and out, like a mirage or a hologram. “Please, Marinette, say you’re Alice?”

She looks around, desperately. It’s the biggest city in France, surely someone else is one the street, seeing this… but she’s alone with the boy who seems less and less human, whose outline she can barely make out now, even under the bright streetlights. “If I say that, will you leave me alone?”

He nods. “If you say it, and it’s not the truth, then you really aren’t her, and I don’t need you.”

She has no idea what that means, but she’s pretty sure her name isn’t Alice, so… “Fine, then I’m Alice, now go away!”

She can see his eyes now. They’re wide, and green… a pretty green. He’s about her age, and smiling, although the smile looks incredibly false with the tears in his eyes. “You’re Alice.”

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#148: “Thanks for helping me back there.”  #145: “Go back to bed.”  &  #36: “I’m so in love with you.”  -Xavier Woods.

Thank you to the lovely @racheo91 for the request! I hope you like it! 

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Light in the Darkness

((For reference: Gaiden, The SwordThe Power and The Mind’s Eye ))
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((For listening: Flaming Wings and Under the Wood of the World Tree))

I needed help to face the challenge ahead. First I needed to understand what Zantetsuken meant with unlocking a dormant power inside me. More than once I heard about the Aether, including in my times in the Azim Steppe, when Khutula showed me my imbalance. It was time to seek those that could most understand this essence: The Arcanists’ Guild.

I sent them a letter, explaining a bit the situation, but letting the specificities about it outside its contents. I told about how I was having dreams, that could be farseeing the future, and how this was worrying me. I asked for a audition with one of them and they redirected me to a person they informed to be one of the best on this area. Her name was Jaliqai.

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