not sure what all to tag this as what am i doing hahaha

anonymous asked:

I really love your imagines! Here's one: Old!Noctis and sassy s/o queen. During a council meeting, where s/o is absent, a foreinger ambassador rudely complain about the queen, pretending an apology by Noctis because she humiliate him after seeing him treating badly a young maid, suggesting Noctis to control his wife.

OMG SHORT DRABBLE TIME! :D This one’s gonna be fun~! This kinda strayed a little from the original request BUT it still holds the main concepts you mentioned :) Sir Luddenham belongs to me *HAHAHHAHA, Luddenham- it’s a place in Sydney somewhere and I’ve always wanted to name a dodgy OC after that suburb cos the name sounds so hilarious HAHAHA*

Tagging some pals: @blindbae, @itshaejinju, @asendioncosplay, @lady-asuka, @hypaalicious, @rubyphilomela, @cupnoodle-queen and @xalexanderxkozachenkox <3 :)

PERMALINK: https://themissimmortal.tumblr.com/post/160514770980/i-really-love-your-imagines-heres-one


Excuse you, Sir.

As King of Lucis, Noctis had to deal with a few rather difficult individuals. Sir Luddenham was one of those rather difficult people. In fact, if you were present in Council that afternoon, Noctis was sure you’d probably call him a ‘bag of dicks’. Noctis barely held in a snort of amusement at the thought of you calling the unpleasant council member juvenile names. Feeling Ignis nudge him from his right hand side, Noctis sat up a little straighter and pretended that he was actually interested in what Sir Luddenham had to say that day in Council.

Seriously though- what kind of a name was Luddenham?

It sounded made up and foreign.

Noctis quickly shook the irrelevant thought out of his head and zoned back in on Sir Luddenham’s concerns. Trying to refrain from rolling his eyes at the topic of the rather pudgy council man’s discourse, Noctis merely leaned forward and bore his deep blue eyes down at the older man with a neutral expression on his handsome face.

“Your Majesty, I apologise for my lack of tact, but I must raise this matter with you now, or forever hold it in my consciousness…” Noctis frowned and nodded, giving his silent assent to let the man go on with his complaint. What Noctis really wanted to say was ‘keep your pity party to yourself’- he probably would have said so if you were in attendance with him. You probably would have been the one to shut Sir Luddenham off yourself!

That would have been funny.

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“There are some convo among Oda Clan (including Keiji) with Fujibayashi Sakuya, Oda ninja from moon chapter. Here are the translated ones!

Source: Official Twitter


Keiji: “Tosshi~ Where are you~ I come for a visit~ “
Inuchiyo: “Saku, become my training partner.”
???: “I did just this morning, right?”
Keiji: “There you are, Tosshi~ And, who is this~ ?” #I’M HUNGRY


Keiji: “Don’t fight~ “
Inuchiyo: “Uwah! What are you doing… We are not fighting! I just invited him for training! Right, Saku?”
???: “I guess so. Though he’s so persistent.”
Inuchiyo: “I can hear you.”
Keiji: “What~ Is that so~ Un? Who is this guy~ ?” #I WANT TO EAT SOMETHING


Inuchiyo: “He’s a newcomer, Sakutarou.”
Keiji: “I’m Keiji~ Nice to meet you~ Sakku~ “
Sakutarou: “Sakku, he says…”
Inuchiyo: “Coz he’s this kind of guy, just give up.”
Sakutarou: “……” #MY STOMACH MAKING A SOUND/RUMBLE ALREADY


Sakutarou: “Why are you following me?”
Keiji: “Just because~ “
Sakutarou: “……”
Hideyoshi: “Eh?”
Keiji: “Hello~”
Hideyoshi: “Saku, where’s *Wanko-kun?
Sakutarou: “We were together until a while ago.”
Hideyoshi: “Ah, is he inviting you for training again?” #THE PERSON WITH BEKKO AME/HARD CANDY

*Note: Hide’s nickname for Inu. Wanko means puppy/doggy of course.


Sakutarou: “Why does he inviting me for training to that extent?”
Hideyoshi: “Because he likes you/pleased with you, Saku?”
Keiji: “Tosshi is just a little persistent, but he’s really good at taking care of other person, you know~ “
Sakutarou: “……”
Mitsuhide: “Ah, Sakutarou.” #I WANT CANDY


Mitsuhide: “Toshiie is looking for you.”
Sakutarou: “I run away from him.”
Hideyoshi: “Just keep him company once in a while, alright? Or else he would sulk and pout.”
Sakutarou: “…… (sigh)”
Keiji: “Tosshi~ You still have me~ “


Sakutarou: (…He’s still following me.)
Keiji: “Sakku is cold~ Let’s talk about something~ “
Nobunaga: “Hey.”
Sakutarou: “ ! Nobunaga-sama.”
Nobunaga; “I think I order you to come to my room. What are you doing, loitering on the way - “
Keiji: “Ah, Nobunaga-sama~ “ #HE’S GETTING ANGRY IMMEDIATELY


Nobunaga: “If this guy alone, surely you could shake him off, aren’t you?”
Sakutarou: “…That is impossible.”
Nobunaga: “Ku…”
Keiji: “I’m hungry~ Please give me something~ “
Sakutarou: “I have nothing to give you.”


Nobunaga: “Anyway, you manage to carry out your duty. It’s good, isn’t it?”
Sakutarou: “Yes.”
Keiji: “…Eh? Sakku is gone…well then Nobunaga-sama~, give me something sweet– “
Nobunaga: “This guy…today for sure I’ll slice and cut you off…!”
Keiji: “Uwah~, time to run away~ “ #AS I THOUGHT HE’S ANGRY


Keiji: “…Fuhh~, so scary~. Where is Sakku go~? …Eh? There is a monkey in such a place~ “
???: “Kikī! (キキーッ!)”
Keiji: “You are called Tobimaru then, nice to meet you~ “ #NEW FRIEND


Sakutarou: “Tobimaru…Why are you here?”
Keiji: “Ah, Sakku, this young one is looking for Sakku~ “
Tobimaru: “Kiki! (キキッ!)”
Sakutarou: “…Do you understand his words?”
Keiji: “Eh~ ? Yes, I could understand~ “
Sakutarou: “…Tobimaru, let’s go.”
Keiji: “Ah, he’s gone already~ “


Sakutarou: “Do you really communicate the words with that guy?”
Tobimaru: “Kikiki! (キキキッ!)”
Sakutarou: “…Somehow, me too, you know?”
Keiji: “Eh~ Both of you are good friends, aren’t you?”
Sakutarou: “…!”
Keiji: “So lovely~ “


(1)

Somehow, Sakuya’s name in Oda Clan is 朔太郎 = Sakutarou, perhaps? Like Saizo, apart from his mission as ninja, he’s just your usual samurai. Hanzo (new one) is 正成 = Masanari while in Tokugawa Clan as Yasu personal physician. Tho aren’t Yasu making his own medicines?


Then, KEIJI OF COURSE! You always entertained me like usual, my singsong vagabond berserker babe~ You even make Sakuya speechless xD

Would there be continuation~ Like sakku with nobu perhaps~


(2)

I KNEW IT! There must be continuation with Nobu~ I suppose Keiji is there to be the narrator and ties them all LOL. Look at all those tags provided along in the twitter posts, showing all Keiji POV along the way xD He’s really hungry everytime. Also, Nobu reallyyy cannot stand Keiji LOL. Keiji could be a good training to Nobu to control his emotion~


(3)

Keiji can understand the monkey’s language hahaha xD What other things would you amuse me Keiji? Well, I thought it finishes with Nobu yesterday, to think there’s more~ I want to see other clan ninja too please~


anonymous asked:

I lnow masaomi pretends he isnt too worried about akashi but let's be honest and admit he actually cares a lot. So here's a prompt: akashi moving in with masaomi buying ridiculous things for him (like a four poster bed or something equally luxurious and unnecessary)

Masaomi does buy Akashi a white horse. Akashi wasn’t quite expecting that because he had been mostly joking at time when he made that demand. (No—joking isn’t the quite the right word—he doesn’t joke. More like it was a test. He wanted to see what Masaomi would do. And Masaomi bought the horse. Point of interest, he also installed stables, five other horses to keep Akashi’s white one company, and hired a whole array of staff to attend to the horses).

Masaomi’s estate is not like any other place Akashi has ever lived. Everything is large and expansive, everything is almost needlessly extravagant. It was Masaomi who first told Akashi that luxuries were the divine right of the superior; and it’s not that Akashi wants anything, but he is somewhat fascinated by the extent of what Masaomi will allow.

So he says, “I want a car,” and Masaomi buys him a Ferarri. (He never drives it. He only loosely knows how, although he is sure he could master the art, if he wanted. He mostly just likes owning one). He says, “I want a Rolex, a laptop, a Yixing teapot,” and Masaomi buys him everything. Eventually Masaomi just hands him a credit card and says, “Buy anything you want,” and Akashi keeps testing this and buys increasingly expensive items that he doesn’t actually need.

At a certain point he has to actually ask (and he feels like he’s losing when he does, but he is curious), “Does it not bother you that I am spending all your money?”

“Should it?” Masaomi responds.

“At a certain point, I should think so. I do not believe it is the standard practice of parenting to allow children their every desire.”

“But I am not the standard parent,” Masaomi grins, “And you are not a standard child.”

“And what if I spent it all?” Akashi queries.

Masaomi laughs. “Is that what you’ve been trying to do? See if I have a limit? I’ll save you a lot of time, kid. This is a losing battle for you. I’m never going to stop you from spending money. Spend it all, if you want.”

He almost wants to do it, just to see if it’s a bluff. But he doesn’t think Masaomi ever bluffs. And since he stands to inherit all of Masaomi’s money anyway, it is not in his best interest to spend it frivolously. “May I ask why?”

Masaomi actually looks pleased by the question. “They say that money is power, and I won’t deny that. Money is power. But what rich people don’t like to acknowledge is that money is also their biggest weakness. And I will never allow any weakness. People who try too hard to hold onto their money only lose in the long run, so why bother?”

There is logic to that. And slowly, Akashi is beginning to understand how Masaomi works.

“Did you like spending lots of money, Seijuurou?” Masaomi asks.

“Yes,” Akashi says slowly, and he thinks in this small way, perhaps Masaomi wanted him to understand the perks of living in this household. And he has to admit, there’s an awful lot of perks. “But I am beginning to think you need someone better to manage your finances.”

Masaomi laughs again. “That’s what Akane-chan always tells me. What do you say, son? Want a job?”

“I insist on this job,” Akashi says. It is his future fortune, after all. Not that he wants to hold onto it, in that weak way Masaomi was discussing. But it still seems like a good idea not to have Masaomi in charge of the money.



A/N: Lovely idea, anon-friend! But hahaha, Masaomi and Akashi can’t do anything too fluffy or well-intentioned. It’s just not their way. Thanks for the prompt!

Good Loss - Ten

Request: Could you write something about Ten and an arcade and you have a regular thing of going there? I dunno

THIS IS SO CUTE IM!!!!!

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You walk into the arcade, the dim lights overhead contrasted with the bright neon lights coming from the video games around you.  You check your phone, then smile. He’ll be here soon.

“You’re here already? You’re early,” the man at the counter says. “Was school over early?”

“Yep,” you say.  

The man smiles and hands you a soda, the same drink that you order every day.  You nod in thanks and walk over to your favorite game, a shooting game.

“Wow, looks like you’re prepared to get beat again?” you hear from behind you.

You turn around and smile.  Ten walks towards you, slinging his backpack off of his shoulder.  He is also still in his school uniform, and he loosens his tie.

‘I’m feeling confident today [y/n]. Maybe you should pick another game today.”

You snort and turn back to the game. “You’re paying today, Ten.”

He steps next to you, grabbing the gun and resting it on his shoulder.  He looks at you and cocks his head cutely. “Wow, aren’t you something today? Wanna make a bet then?”

You pick up your gun and Ten puts his coins into the machine. “Best out of ten games? You know, because-”

Ten sighs. “Ha ha ha.  So funny, never heard that joke before.”

“Stop talking,” you say. “I want to beat you while when you’re focused.”

“Ooooh, wow,” Ten says, turning back to the screen.

You glance at him.  Ten pushes his hair from his eyes and keeps his eyes focused on the screen.  He bites his bottom lip in concentration and you have to look away to start the game.  

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On your first day of school this year, you had decided to stay out late with some friends.  You had made plans to go to the arcade in your town, but they all flaked out at the last minute.  So, you went by yourself.

You walked into the arcade and started to play a game when he walked up to you. He was wearing a different school’s uniform, but he looked about your age.  His brown hair was down and natural, and he had beautiful eyes.  Is he foreign maybe?  He looks like an idol…

“Wanna play a round?”

You glanced at him, surprised. “What?”

He tilts his head and crosses his arms. “I’ll buy you food if you even win a single game in here.  You’ve never been here, right?”

You take a step back. “How do you know …?”

He laughs. “You’re trying to put money in the ticket slot.”

You blush and tug on your skirt. “I just have to win one…?”

He nods. “You choose the game.”

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“I can’t believe I lost everything,” you said, your head down on the table.  

The boy sits in front of you, happily eating a pretzel and ice cream at the same time. “I can believe it,” he said. “I’ve been playing here for a year or so, and I’ve never been beat by a first-timer.”

You prop your head in your hands and look at the boy. “What’s your name?”

He looks up at you and grins. “I’m Ten. And you are…” He looks at your name tag. “[y/n].  Come back again and play with me.  You’re pretty good.”

And so you did.  

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“Last game.  It’s 4-5 and I’m winning, so should we just call it now?” You look at Ten confidently. “I won’t make too hard of a deal with you if you just give up now.  This is my best game, anyways.”

“Heck no,” Ten replies.  He sits down in the racing game and looks up at you. “Get over here and stop bluffing.  I’m pretty good at this one too.”

“Fine. If you win this you win it all, alright?”

“Deal,” Ten says confidently. “Sit down and prepare for defeat [y/n].”

You comply, and Ten starts the game.  You start out in the lead, ahead of him by a good distance.  But somehow, he is right next to you by the last lap.  The finish line is in sight, and Ten pulls ahead, beating you by not even half a second.

You flop back in your seat. “Unbelievable.” I’m so disappointed, I was going to ask him to go to a movie with me…

Ten let’s out a whoop of joy and raises his hands above his head in victory. “Did you see that? I’m so good!”

You glare at him and stand up. Ten follows suit. “Alright,” you say, “what food am I buying you.  I only have 20,000 won so make sure it’s nothing big…”

“Nope,” Ten says, and you turn to him. He looks nervous, and rubs his hand through his hair. “It’s something different this time.”

“What is it…?” You step closer to him and whisper, “I’m not killing anyone for you…”

He laughs. “Not like that.  It’s just…” he let’s out a breath and looks at you, “something I wanted to do every time you came here.” He steps closer to you. “Don’t hit me, okay?”

You are about to protest when he closes his eyes and touches his lips to yours.  Your eyes widen in surprise.  Ten’s lips are soft and warm, and his face is so close to yours.  You can smell the scent of his cologne mixed with shampoo, and you can see his thick eyelashes.

He pulls back and looks at you nervously. “Um…”

You raise your hand and Ten flinches. You laugh, and put your hand softly on the side of his face. “That was a pretty good loss for me, wasn’t it?”

Ten smiles. “I’m glad.”

You slip your arms around Ten’s neck and pull him close to you.  His arms slide around your waist and he leans his head on your shoulder. “Thanks, Ten.”

“For what?” he mumbles.

“For winning,” you reply.

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~June

Weekly Voltron Fic Recs #23

Rules: You can find past rec lists here. This is stuff I like, and I have a huge bias toward Lance, hurt/comfort, and general fluff, in that order. Gen unless otherwise noted. Please comment on the fics if you read and enjoy them!

I have been very distracted with the Primary Big Bang, both reading the other fics and proofreading my own as I posted it, so I think there is less gen this time and more shipfics. Time to go through my AO3 History and see what I like enough to make a post about.

Project G.A.L.R.A. by GemmaRose
Words:  25,101 (WIP 15/27)
Author’s Summary:  Keith has been prepared for the apocalypse for a long time, so when it finally reaches his college campus he knows what to do. Get someone trustworthy to watch his back, grab something to defend himself with, and find a place to weather the storm. Making friends was never supposed to be part of the equation.
My Comments: Eventual Klunk? Those are the tags, anyway. This is an absolutely fantastic take on the zombie apocalypse, starting out with Hunk and Keith on the run. At the point where I just got, they just ran into Lance, so I think it’s about to get a lot more interesting, and it was ALREADY super fantastic. And it’s tagged Queerplatonic Hunk/Lance! That makes me very happy. I’m not the only one.

Handbook of Demonology by squirenonny for Pechat
Words:  5,516 (WIP 1/8)
Author’s Summary: This psychic—Lance the Lucid, according to the posters, and Keith wasn’t even going to comment on that—was a charlatan, plain and simple, and Keith kind of wanted to punch him. Sure, Lance knew how to put on a show, but Keith doubted there was anything more to the act than charm and dramatic flair.Pidge sighed, catching Keith’s eyes. “At this point, they’re pretty much our only hope.” – While searching for the truth behind their families’ disappearance, Keith and Pidge hire a pair of amateur witches to help summon the demon Zarkon. They accidentally summon Allura instead.
My Comments: I ADORE everything this author writes, and this one is even more exciting to me than most. Fantasy AU! All of the characters so far have very cool, individual abilities, and I love the way their relationship dynamics have both changed and stayed the same from the show. Wonderful worldbuilding, intriguing plot, fun character interactions, everything I could ask for and more.

Stardust, Silk and Steel by CalicoTomcat
Words: 119,554 (WIP 25/?)
Author’s Summary: Cold and alone, Pidge wakes up after the wormhole collapses to find herself in the last part of the universe she had ever expected to be…Home. Part 1: Cosmic Coincidence (Chapters 1-15)
Part 2: Picking Up The Pieces (Chapters 16-?) (More tags to be added in time.)
My Comments: I haven’t finished reading what’s available yet, since I keep getting distracted with other things, but this is REALLY good. Pidge is a badass, but she’s also a vulnerable kid who needs SO much love. Really cool stuff with the lion bond in this one, too, and a renegade road trip across the US. And great backstories for the Holt family, too. Highly recommended.

A Group Effort by Pale_Faces
Words: 2,971
Author’s Summary: Lance catches the common cold, of which there are no proven ways to cure. The rest of the paladins think otherwise.
My Comments: ADORABLE sickfic in which the entire team does everything they can to help Lance feel better. It’s light and fluffy and sweet and perfect just the way it is.

Homesick by Seliphra
Words: 2,590
Author’s Summary: When he was a boy, Lance would have given anything to get into space and touch the stars. Now that he’s there, he would give anything to go home again.
My Comments: Very sweet little fic, though sad at first. I love Lance and Coran so much.

Chrono Story by yamimitsukai
Words: 14,201 (WIP 2/?)
Author’s Summary: There is usually a reason that weapons are created, and a weapon such as Voltron is no exception. When Lance digs around to find the reason from old data files he found in the Castle, he didn’t expect to find eons worth of a story leading back to the very first Paladins of the Lions. And funnily enough, it’s the Druids who hold most of the answers. An Evillious Chronicles AU of Voltron - Set after Season 1.
My Comments: This story tricked me! I thought it was all going to be about worldbuilding and history, but NO, the second chapter started the PLOT. In a MAJOR WAY. I am so excited for more. Keith and Lance and Hunk’s interactions are fantastic, and I’m trying really hard not to get sucked into the huge, confusing saga that is fused into the Voltron universe here.

Make a Wish by treble_maker
Words: 19,549
Author’s Summary: All he asked for was a hot genie, but when Lance finds a wish-granting alien named Keith inside a lantern, he never expected wishing for an adventure would lead him to Voltron and the chance to save the universe.
My Comments: Endgame Klance, but it’s mostly just a fun adventure fic. This one surprised me with how much I enjoyed it. Lance is super adorable, as is Hunk, and Keith is understandably scared of getting attached. Great fun.

Santa Claus is Coming to Space by yet_intrepid
Words: 822
Author’s Summary: If the Galra attack tomorrow, Voltron’s going to have one angry leg, Hunk thinks, as he heads into the kitchen to do some experimenting. You don’t fuck with Christmas, not even if you’re an evil space empire. You just don’t.
My Comments: This is absolutely adorable and hilarious! I’m so glad it exists. SHIRO.

Stronger Than They Know (The Caretaker) by unfortunatelynormal
Words: 7,583 (WIP 14/?)
Author’s Summary:  Hunk Garrett has an incessant need to take care of people, and make sure that they are safe and happy. It ends up getting him in some precarious situations. (This is kind of a shit summary, but it starts with a Hunk origin story and goes from there).
My Comments: Tagged eventual Klance, but right now it’s just Hunk being adorable and kind and amazing and the best person in the universe. I love it.

Playing Catch-Up by 5557
Words: 10,666 (WIP 2/?)
Author’s Summary: “But, Lance…” His voice trailed away as Hunk attempted to regain his composure, too many questions flooding his mind to ignore, “What happened? Why’s everyone in the pods?” Lance’s playful exuberance melted away and he stared blankly at Hunk. “You don’t remember the bomb?” Hunk awakens out of the medical pod to find everyone else still inside, and only Lance is there to take care of them all.He’s glad to be reunited with Lance, but as time goes on, Hunk realizes that things are not entirely what they seem…
My Comments: Can be read as romantic or platonic Hance. This one absolutely broke my heart. Lance needs to be hugged for a long, long time. Fortunately, he has Hunk.

Stay Right Here by Emerald_Ashes
Words: 1,243
Author’s Summary: Hunk can’t sleep. He tries, yet it just won’t come to him. But he’s not the only one having a rough night.
My Comments: Hance. My sweet summer boys deserve all the love and cuddles.

Previously Recced Fics That Updated:

One Week to Say Goodbye by squirenonny (now complete)
Worth of A Paladin by Rururinchan
Someplace Like Home by squirenonny
Aid by Haurvatat
Scattered by avidbeader
Here Stands a Man by awkwardCerberus
Bromances in Space by ptw30
Blood Brothers by ptw30 (now complete)
cough syrup by EmmaLuLuChu
Love and Other Questions by squirenonny
Where No One Goes by earthstar (now complete)

Girl Crush

Originally posted by winsync

Summary: Based on Little Big Town’s “Girl Crush” Can anyone really blame you for feeling a little jealous of the girls Dean’s always giving his attention to?

Words: 1,400 (with lyrics)

A/N: Hahaha this was supposed to be a little drabble, but I’m such a wordy shit. Not beta’d, just something that popped in my head driving to the lake on Friday. This song came on and I couldn’t help myself I guess. Lyrics are in bold, flashback in italics. Let me know what you think! (Also you’re welcome for the gratuitous Dean tongue gif)

Warnings: Couple of swears. Nothing crazy.

(Just going to tag @amanda-teaches @oneshoeshort @hexparker because they mentioned being tagged in all the things, and @impala-dreamer because being my friend means I torture you with trash)


I gotta girl crush, hate to admit it but
I gotta heart rush, ain’t slowin’ down
I got it real bad, want everything she has
That smile and that midnight laugh she’s giving you now

“Sam. I 100% don’t like him like that. Leave me alone.”

“You know Y/N, for someone who basically lies professionally, you suck at it so bad.”

“Guys. I found a friend for the night…think you can maybe get another room to share for the night?”

You tried to hide the dejection in your voice and on your face “Yeah, no worries D.” You put your head down slightly, suddenly very interested by your drink. Sam didn’t by any of it.

Normally Dean wouldn’t have either, he knew you just as well if not better than Sam did. At the moment though, he was a little preoccupied with tonight’s conquest.

“Aaahhh that’s my girl!” slinging his arms across your shoulders and giving you a quick peck to the side of the head-might as well have stabbed you in the heart, he turned to share the good news with the flavor of the night, “You’re the best sweetheart.”

“Oh I’m fucking wonderful all right.”

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anonymous asked:

Can we also talk about how Bakugou went from "weird haired guy" to "Kirishima. Change of plans". Oh man I didn't realize how much I missed the anime *cries*

BOI CAN’T WE I just spent the whole morning crying over seeing the moment Bakugou recognizes Kirishima as an equal animated nbd at all r i p me - I think this might be the first time Bakugou calls anyone by their name, actually, and I just!!! that’s because Bakugou heard Kirishima’s words and recognized him as a good partner and a worthy hero and someone whom he could respect and I’m gonna be grateful for chapter 133 for the insight on this for the rest of my always I !!!!!! have feelings g a h

Anon said: ok ok ok ok but but listen what about BAKGOU AND OCHAKO they are the most popular couple and the most cutest , i think you should try to draw them once i would love love to see this !!! of course just if you want hehe thanx

Ahhh sorry anon but I really don’t ship that - I mean, it’s true that I ship Bakugou with a bunch of people aside from my main two, but if they’re part of Deku’s group you can fairly assume they’re not between my Bakugou ships? And I only romantically ship Uraraka with Deku, Tsuyu and Iida anyway so! You’re probably not gonna see any romantic baku/ocha from me, sorry o<-<

Anon said: Since we know what Bakugou’s parents are like, what do you think Kirishima’s parents are like?

I have a similar ask somewhere asking about Kaminari’s parents as well, so I guess I’ll answer both here?? As a general rule I don’t really like making headcanons over stuff I’m sure the manga will give me in the future, so I can’t say I’ve thought about this too much - there are a few things I work under the assumption of while drawing, like for example I’m taking for granted they both have at least functional families, considering Aizawa personally visited their homes to ask their guardians about allowing them back to school, and if anything had been weird he would have noticed

I like to think Kaminari got his quirk straight from one of his two parents with no mixing happening, and got the Kaminari surname from them as well, but that’s all I ever allowed myself to settle on as far as Kami’s family goes, everything else changes based on what I need for the current scenario I’m thinking about… I do often end back on him being an only child, though - in the same way depending on how angst or lighthearted I want it to be my ideas for Kirishima’s family change a lot, but generally I think I mostly fall back on the idea of him having a big family? In a scenario like that his parents are kind and love him a lot, but having many children and needing to split their attention on all of them might cause them to overlook him a little (it would explain his obsession with being flashy, for me) then again, who knows? I don’t know how canon you can consider the infos SMASH gives, but in one of the strips Kiri mentions working part-time, and the fact that he doesn’t seem to have problems with money kinda makes me believe he might be independent from his family like that (unless he’s a rich kid, also very entertaining as a possiblity)

I’ve seen a lot of headcanons floating around about both of these guys’ families and possibly being related to villains, that would be cool too, though I’m not sure how much I believe it

I’m sorry this ended up being little to no useful at all lol as I said, I just shift between scenarios a lot - imagine settling on one and growing attached and then having to let it go once Hori proves it wrong, that’d be terrible for me

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X Reader part 2

Prompt: Y/N getting over Sirius

Era: Marauders Era without the war

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Originally posted by unloadthecargo

“The unicorn hair core has a powerful…. Powerful… powerful….” Y/N whispers as she starts to zone out.

Bam!

A loud bang on the table shakes Y/N back to reality.

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HEYO STAR WARS FAM! it’s me, calling from the other side. Lmao, I am so funny, rip. ANYWAY, there has been a LOT of negativity in the fandom lately and meanwhile, I am more than HAPPY that I do not have any part in it, I do see some of it on my dash. It makes me SAD &&. makes me think about how we used to be ( wow, cheesy ) when I joined, the fandom wasn’t like THIS but well, time never stops ( *fight the urge to athlete student meme this —* ). So, I know, I know - this post won’t change ANYTHING but I just wanted to do something to maybe cheer us all up a little. Negativity should not take over a fandom and should not be the reason people neglect their blogs. Have your Clique, have your faves as long as YOU feel comfortable because THAT is all that matters. And now, something bright &&. nice so yes, under the cut are some Positive Callouts!! happy reading and spread the positive vibes! 

xoxo Antonia

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Pointless

OK SO THE WAY THIS FIC WAS BORN IS A LONG STORY BUT BASICALLY @themarginalartist got an ask abt her sona as an ink creature, the discord loved this idea and since we ran out of ways to torture Henry and/or Bendy in the angst tag we decided it would be fun to torture ourselves by writing how we die by the ink…..so ye, I DON`T DO WRITTING AND THIS IS MY FIRST FIC OK? 

But it was fun the get out of my confort zone anyway so here ya go:

(thank you everyone that let me use ur sona for this ;v;)


The taxi arrived to a park, there was a lot of people sitting under the trees, my heart couldn’t stop it`s fast beating.

“Finally! There they are! My friends! I will finally get to meet them in real life! Is this even real? “ I thought as I stepped out of the vehicle.

There they were, all of them.

From furry creatures to really small (and cute) beings, they were greeting each other with love and giggles, even tears of happiness!

A huge bus arrives at the park to take us to the place we were going to spend the day, once inside the bus everyone started singing off-key songs and making countless puns, yes, this was going to be the best day of our lives!

Since Lily was the server`s owner, she is the one responsible for this meeting`s hang out place, but it was hard to find a place to host about +40 crazy teenagers and young adults for a whole day, so all choices were a no no for us.

Luckily! She got a place! A nice restaurant had let us borrow the establishment for the day, it was pretty, it had good food and the chefs made the food in front of you! It was a true show!

But then we got kicked out because one of us set the table on fire with a crayon.

“What now?” says Margin

I turn to see Lily, her face showed frustration at the whole situation.

One of the restaurant`s employees notices our dilemma and offers us a solution:

“Hey kids! You know what? There`s a building a few streets away, it is abandoned but is in good conditions according to my buddy in the maintenance staff, and is big enough for all of you! Maybe you can get some drinks and snacks and have a good time there.”

This was it! The perfect place! Private, big AND FOR FREE.

We get back in the bus and set our way to the building.

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It hits my mind often

People, silhouettes I don`t recognize but yet…make me feel so… welcome, so safe…

What are they? Who are they?

I push what`s left of my mind to remember

But it`s pointless

Just

Keep walking

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“Well I mean… the place looks decent”-says Spuds

The building looked like it could go down at any moment, it looked older than time itself; it had covered windows and a huge, faded (almost invisible) sign in the middle of all the establishment. It was everything but decent.

Lily took a step inside first and proceeded to sign at us to come in too.

‘Wow okay the place does looks decent on the inside’- I thought.

“This is it! Get your snacks and drinks out boys! And let`s find a spot!”- different people said.

For some reason, the building looked really familiar to us. But no one could recall.

“Oh Hey! This place looks nice!”- said Moca as we arrived to an empty room with a tall ceiling and a lot of space to-

Wait a minute, now this place is familiar, well I guess we are just sharing a déjà vu.

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Keep walking

Tired, lay down

Wake up, keep walking

Stop

Why walking? What am I looking for?

Who am I looking for?

…..

Just keep walking

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We all brought our own blankest, they were big enough for more than one person to fit in; In a matter of minutes the floor got carpeted by blankets of all sizes and colours.

Everyone was taking out their snacks and drinks, we were all just having a nice time together.

Nature called to some of us so we had to find a bathroom and quick.

Morski, Gallacta, Saduna and I got on our way to find a bathroom but we were stopped by Zango.

“you guys can`t go alone, this building is too big and you don`t even know where you are going, wait for me”

Zango was a responsible adult, so she accompanied us to wherever the bathroom was.

It wasn`t long enough before we found one, we did what we had to do and headed back to where everyone else was.

While this small group was distracted, I did something I usually did in my school trips “get lost”, it was so fun to do that in school trips, no one ever noticed when I was gone or when I got back.

This people might actually notice my absence though, DOUBLE FUN! I shall not worry them too much though, just a small disappearing and I will get back as soon as I hear them calling my name hahaha!

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Keep walking

The hand clawed shadows don`t mind my presence

Keep walking

I can`t see trough this mask but I know this hallways too well

Keep walking

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I quietly turn to a hallway they walk passed, once out of sight I start to quietly run, get more and more away from them.

Between muffled giggles I enter a small room and shut the door closed.

“Pffffft HAhA oh my god they will never find me here” – I said to myself.

It wasn’t even half an hour before I got bored of my little “prank” so I get on my feet and start to head back to the group through the hallway.

Um… no THIS hallway, no wait that ink stain wasn`t there before, OH it must be this one! No wait, I’m pretty sure the door of  this one room was open, It must be….. no that corridor didn`t had those empty pipes on the ceiling.

…………….

“Fuck”- I say to my screwed self.

-

“………guys, where`s Galuby?” -says Gallacta

Zango quickly turns around after hearing this.

“oh no, you guys go back, I will look for her”

-

“ok ok, the building is not that big, you will be fine, you just gotta avoid walk in circles and you will be fine” – I desperately say to myself.

My cool was starting to fade, this was not funny anymore, I start to run-walk looking for a familiar sight, nothing, just hallways and corridors. This place was so old I could hear every step I took as a loud creak  thanks to the bad condition of the floor boards.

“Where the hell am I????”

I start to yell, calling for my friends

“Guys! I`m here ok! Hello?!”

I get to the end of a hallway, there was nothing but a single drawer against the wall, I climb on it and start to call for help from there with the hope that being on a taller object might help my yells travel faster.

Nothing, where is everybody? Was this building really that big? How come-

“Galuby!”

I hear a voice, finally!

I jump off the drawer  to the source of this voice as fast as I can.

“OVER HERE! HERE I-“

CRASH

The floor under my feet collapses, it was all so quick.

Crashing on the ground, one of the floor boards hits my back real hard but I don`t lost consciousness.

I try to get up as my sight comes back, everything was fuzzy, I could feel my head screaming at me to stay on the floor, I hear a buzz in my ears, I can barely stay up.

I look down and I could see something black, was it the floor or just my sight not nearly ok yet? My answer was my body crashing on the floor once again.

“uuuggh” I say to myself, everything hurts, it`s hard to stay awake but my survival instincts were keeping me up, I could feel it, this place is not safe, I must find a way up.

I can`t feel my wings, it was almost like if they were completely gone- “oh no…..no” one of them was broken.

The shock at the moment didn`t let me scream.

I look up to and start to desperately call for help between tears.

After a couple of hours I came to realize it was pointless, I must find another way up.

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I must get there

I have to find them

I have to find it

But what?

But who?

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Hallways, hallways, hallways one longer then another, I have to keep calm, I know there`s a way out.

My wings don`t hurt, I guess my body was still in shock.

I try not to think about them because if I do, I might try to move them and that will hurt.

“Hello!? Guys!? I`m here! Hello!?”

‘I can`t believe this is happening, it was just a silly prank and now they might have to take me to the hospital once they find me, ugh how could I be so careless?!’

In that moment, I low groan snatches me out of my thoughts as a chill runs up my back.

It`s not them, it can`t be them, this is something else.

Slowly turning around I could see it, a black and creepy clawed creature, mouth wide open, no eyes, no legs and extremely familiar.

I froze, the creature just stares at me for a second before crawling it`s way towards me.

Something made me comes back to reality and run, RUN FOR YOUR LIFE.

I`ve never run so fast in my life, it was almost like if I was flying, the ink on the floor stocked to my shoes but I didn`t cared at all.

I have to run I HAVE TO HIDE.

Turning hallway after hallway I come across a whole group of those things.

I finally scream turning back and try to find a new way to escape.

I keep running until I couldn’t feel my feet anymore, I didn`t dared to enter any room fearing what could possibly hide in there.

Panting, sure enough that the danger was gone, I stop.

The strong smell of ink was almost suffocating.

Tears start to run down my face as I press my back against one of the walls.

“I’m sorry………”

Unstoppable sobs fill the place, I have never felt so lonely and scared in my life, this was the worst mistake I’ve ever made.

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Keep walking

Something`s in my way, must avoid

I stumble over a door

Door closes, I fall

Must get up

Keep walking

I must find….them?

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‘How long have I been crying for? My head hurts, I guess I passed out for a few minutes’.

‘I have to keep walking, there has to be a way out’.

Getting back up, I start to walk trying to ignore this massive headache.

“They- *cough* they have to be somewhe- *cough cough*”

My troth hurts, I could feel I was coughing out moc- oh my god, this isn`t- what is this?

A was coughing a black substance, desperation rising in me again, all possible kinds of illness crossing my mind.

I quietly ask for mercy,  “no.. no please I can`t die”

Panic flooded my senses; Coughing out more of that black substance, I get myself together and start my search once again.

I was crying, where am I? where`s everybody?

I jumped as I heard screams, screams everywhere, they where coming from every corner of the hallways along with the sound of  running steps.

It was them; Something happened, everyone heard so scared, I could distinct some words.

“THERE`SMOREOFTHEM!WHERE`S /PERSON/HELP! HELP!BEHINDYOU!GRABMY HAND!NOOO!RUN!OVER THERE!”

My desperation just grow bigger, I call them, I tell them where to find me, I tell them to please help me, I scream in fear too, I try to follow the screams; I was a mess, tears running down my face and making my vision more difficult.

The silence starts to come back as the screams go away.

Once again, I lost them.

Knowing that I wasn’t alone in the building was my only comfort, but what happened? Now I’m more worried about their situation than mine.

“They are ok, I know they are, there’s +40 people there after al-”

*COUGH*

This… this was a bad one.

That sudden cough made me left splatters of the black substance on the walls and even made my nose blee- MY NOSE IS BLEEDING

No wait, this is not blood.

“oh my god…”

That black substance was starting to come out of my nose and my mouth.

“the fuck is this..?”

I can`t think straight, I feel like the walls where getting smaller, I felt dizzy.

I try to walk forward as I feel like my feet weren`t touching the ground.

I`m scared, I’m confused, I’m lost.

“please…help…….HELP!”

And with that, I called the attention of those clawed creatures.

I can`t run anymore, my forces are at their limit, but those things are getting close and I don`t need to die just yet.

I spot a hallway barricaded by barrels and floor boards.

I run over there and start to climb as fast as I could. The will of survive gave me the last forces I needed to get to the other side and escape the danger. I fall on the floor, lying there for some minutes seemed like a good idea, but I need to keep moving, I need to find them.

I can`t feel my body, not in a –I’m tired- way, I literally feel like I have no insides.

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Keep walking

Can`t stop

It`s pointless

They

They have to be somewhere

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‘It`s….Them.’

A small group of people was walking trough the hallways. They didn`t noticed my presence at first.

I’ve found them! My friends! This tears are no longer from despair but happiness!

I was way to tired to call their attention, my last resources of strength were being directed at my feet in order to keep me up.

My head feels light, if it wasn`t for the fear of my body getting more hurt by crashing on the floor I wouldn’t be standing.

As the words form in my head I try to open my mouth and call them.

“gu- *COUGH* COUGH*”

This calls their attention, all heads turning to face me.

I could noticed something was off, there`s less people and everyone seemed like they have been crying a lot, but that`s not the worst thing, some of them had that black substance splattered on their faces, hair/fur, hands and some of them even where almost completely covered by that thing.

The moment they turn to see me, tears began to fall, some of them avoided looking me in the eye, others were trying to be comforting towards the most shocked ones, but what was happening?

I got my answer as a fell something cold ran down my face, getting in my right eye. I take one hand to the top of my head, it`s that black thing again.

I look up trying to find the source of this, but there`s no leaks? Not even pipes over my head? Then why-

“Galuby….?” I hear Moca call my name

I look at her, her face showed horror, what`s happening?

“I- *COUGH* *COUGH*”

I can`t complete my sentence, hard coughs and heavy wheeze start to kick in making me tear up a little.

Wait, these are not tears. My sight was getting fuzzy as black tears started to pop out.

This is it, something was extremely wrong with me, non-stop coughs didn`t helped my tears, this attack seemed endless. It`s hard to breathe.

Then, calm, quietness, the coughs stopped, not like I can say the same for the tears but at least I can talk.

Some of that black substance was coming out of my mouth, my tears were black and apparently, there was more of it all over my head, dripping, completely covering the sight of my right eye.

My heart wasn`t beating fast, in fact, I think I couldn’t even feel it. I swallow something that felt like I rock, and shakily try to speak once again, using the words I could only think of at the moment.

“He- Help me….please….”

I breaking in sobs I finally collapse to the floor. Moca was faster and got close to me to try and comfort me.

I look up at her with my face covered  in black tears, as soon as I felt her hug me I clutch on her shirt like my life depended on it and kept with my fearful cries and shaking.

This is the first time I was scared of actually losing my life.

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Keep walking

Hugs

I remember comfort

I remember kind words

I….

I have to find them


ok here y`all go TAKE IT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

(i will think of a part two)

Darlin’, We’re Going Down (Josh Faraday x Reader)

Originally posted by entertainmenttonight

Warning: sort of spoiler-y with elements of violence.


You and Faraday had a history.

It was brief, but eventful. The type of thing you wanted to forget.

You’d done everything right. You spent a week drinking him away, then you got up and found a little town in The Middle of Nowhere, USA. A tiny patch of dirt called Rose Creek. You came at a bad time—or rather, a good one. Bogue mining company had just set up shop across the way, causing a distraction that kept people from asking you questions. It made it quite easy for you to integrate yourself quietly as the town’s new seamstress.

Then, just as you were settling into your new skin, everything changed. Rose Creek became a battlefield, Emma Cullen had left with every penny the town had, and armed men perused the streets, desperately looking for a reason to shoot someone. You weren’t scared like most people. You could handle a gun, and had no problem picking up and moving somewhere else. You’d done it before. But you didn’t want to. You liked it there. You’d grown attached to the people and the little room you occupied above the barbershop. It was your home. So for now, you’d wait it out. Emma promised to bring back an army by the end of the week. Maybe she’d come through.

And she did.

They came in a blaze of gunpowder, wasting no time in shooting up half the town. You ducked under your table for the majority of it, frantically tapping on your floorboards to figure which one you’d hidden your gun under. Ironically enough, you didn’t find it until the last shot was fired, and Emma came riding in, telling everyone to come out.

Tucking it into the back of your skirt, you hesitantly walked outside. Others had already emerged and were investigating the bodies littering the gravel. You looked around, trying to figure out which faces you didn’t recognize. Right away you spotted a bearded man, who looked more bear than human. Then a stranger who was tending to a black horse. There was another, decked out in war paint, pulling arrows from bodies, and checking the tips. Two others stood off to the side, one holding a rifle and one wiping blood from one of his many knives. Somewhere you caught wind of a Spanish accent. That made six. Six men who had just wiped out 30.

Then you saw that there was a seventh.

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anonymous asked:

Hi there! I recently decided to take your recc and started watching ES21. It's really easy to get into and I like what I've seen so far. Can I make a request tho? Can you make a Shin/Sena fic? Bc srsly those 2 are so cute idonteven *coughs*. Thank you and have a happy new year!!! ^^

Whenever Shin suddenly appears in front of him, Sakuraba can’t help but feel a little nervous. Shin has an imposing way of looming that always makes Sakuraba feel short despite the fact that he’s actually two centimeters taller than Shin.

“I am dating Kobayakawa Sena,” Shin announces.

“Er, yes?” Sakuraba says, because he knows that, all of Oujou knows that. Shin and Sena go on “dates” that really seems more like training practice but who is Sakuraba to judge?

Shin continues to stand there. After awhile, he says, “I would like to hold him.”

Sakuraba nearly chokes on his own coughing and sputtering, not entirely sure he heard what he thinks he heard. Surely not. Shin Seijuurou is not coming to him for sex advice…right? (Right??)

“Er,” he says.

“I have often seen couples embrace each other before parting,” Shin continues. “I wish to do so.”

“You mean… you want to hug him?” Sakuraba says.

“Yes, that is correct.”

There is some moderate relief there, because Sakuraba was definitely not ready for the other conversation. “Oh. OK. Cool. I bet Sena would like that.”

Shin still looms, and if he were any other man, Sakuraba would think he was embarrassed. “I would like to hold him,” he says again.

“Right?” Sakuraba says, still incredibly lost.

“I… don’t wish to hurt him.”

Sakuraba is sure he is bright red now, panicking once again at the idea that Shin is coming to him for sex advice, and then it finally clicks: Shin breaks things.

Shin breaks pretty much everything.

Oh,” Sakuraba says, processing this. This is the man whose response to a friendly arm around his shoulder was a full-on spear to the gut. The guy who, when holding anything vaguely electronic, instantly broke it just by twitching. It is possible that if he tried to hug anyone it would just end up being a hospitalizing tackle to the ground. “Right. Gotcha. Huh. We’re going to need to outsource this.”

*

“The key is to work your way up to a person,” Takami says, adjusting his glasses. “So we will start small. Shin, hold out your hand—flat, don’t move your fingers.”

Takami is in college now, and really should have better things to do than help Shin hug his boyfriend, but this is strangely the kind of thing Takami really likes being involved with. He places an egg in Shin’s hands. “Don’t move for five minutes.”

“Right,” Shin says. He stares down at the egg in the flat of his palm. Takami stares at the egg. Sakuraba stares at the egg.

Shin moves and the egg explodes in his hands.

Takami winces. “We’ll get there.”

*

“I can’t watch,” Sakuraba says, burying his face in his hands.

“We’re making progress!” Takami says. “This is clearly the next step.”

“I am not sure this is a good idea,” Shin says.

“We practiced on the stuffed animal, remember? This isn’t any different,” Takami says.

Shin does not look convinced. (Nor should he. They went through ten stuffed animals before he could hold one without destroying it).

“Except this rabbit is actually alive,” Sakuraba says. “And could actually die.” Shin winces, and Sakuraba does feel bad, but someone needs to speak up for that rabbit.

“Shin, I have complete faith in you,” Takami says.

Shin does not look convinced, but he reaches down for the rabbit.

“No, stop! I changed my mind!” Wakana cries, and snatches her rabbit out of what was most likely impending doom. “I can’t let this happen!” She runs out of the room with her bunny. Sakuraba can’t help but breathe a huge sigh of relief.

“All things considered, animal testing was most likely cruel,” Takami says.

“Right,” Sakuraba says.

“A human subject would be better anyhow,” Takami says.

“Right,” Sakuraba says. And then suddenly very much does not like how they both look at him.

*

“Please stop,” Sakuraba whimpers. He has been “hugged” (ie, tackled) by Shin about five times now and he’s pretty sure he needs to go to the hospital again.

“This is not working,” Shin says, sounding more glum than Sakuraba has ever heard him before.

“It’s a work in progress,” Takami says. “Just be patient.” He looks down at the broken form of Sakuraba and adds, “We’re going to need more volunteers.”



A/N: Hahaha, anon-friend, I am *so* sorry. Given that you wished me a happy new year, I think it should be evident to all how long I’ve had this prompt. SORRY. I am so glad you started watching ES 21 though!! Please read the manga because the manga is amazing! And provides better context for where the idea for this prompt came from.
The terrible thing is, I’ve actually had THIS idea for a super long time, like, back when I FIRST WROTE “American Football Which Kuroko Plays” and I knew as soon as I got your prompt that I wanted to write this scene. So I am sorry that I am only now getting to it! Thank you so much for this prompt and I really hope get to see it!!! =D

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Replies to my most recent comments. I’m going to write a Pixel Rust update now, but if I have time once I finish and post that then I will try to do some more. But in case I don’t get around to it, I just want to say thank you to everyone who has commented on (and liked!) my stuff, and I apologize for not being more consistent about responding. Your feedback means the world to me, and I sincerely feel so blessed by your support. <3

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Alive | Roan x Pregnant!Clarke

Originally posted by pleasingpics

[GIF not mine]

Requested by @harduy (why doesn’t it let me tag you??) via dm: Can u do a clarke x roan smut for episode !! where he is alive in the bunker. She tells him she’s pregnant and he’s so happy and ends with lots of hot smut

A/N: after seeing this episode I got so mad at Clarke (not that I wasn’t before, but anyway) that the whole situation made it so hard for me to write your request out. And I feel like I’m so not good at writing smuts, but I did my best (and almost died laughing because that’s me we’re talking about haha) and I hope this is enough smut hahaha I really hope you’ll enjoy this anyway! (Also, thanks to @mermaidandsirenstales and @selldraug for being them - hope you’re sweating as much as me)

A/N 2: also, I apologize for any mistakes, but I don’t have the courage to read this a third time.

Fandom: The 1OO. Pairing: Roan x Clarke

Warnings: pregnant!Clarke. I think angst – I didn’t want it to be, but hey, angst is my master. Smut.

Requests are OPEN

Word-count: 2667


Clarke was sitting on a bed in a room that had luckily only one. Her head in her hands, she tried her best not to cry.

She’d acted like a bitch. Why did she keep listening to her stupid brain? Locking everyone out of the bunker had been one of the most stupid ideas of her life and she felt so sorry to be on that list.

Everything had always been about one number: one hundred. One hundred prisoners sent to Earth. One hundred seats available in the Ark when they first thought of seeking repair against the radiations in their first home. And now, one hundred people per clan, so that they could save everybody so that they could save humanity. But that was just a fucking lie, she groaned.

Some people, many people had been locked out of the bunker, sacrificed to a horrible and agonizing death. Kids were being killed, innocent people weren’t going to survive the imminent wave of death.

Not everybody was going to have a chance.

And she had known it since the beginning, but saving only her people would’ve made everything better, easier. Now eleven hundred grounders were there with them, and sure as hell they all hated Skaikru, and it didn’t matter that O had won the conclave. Troubles were coming and she could almost feel them crawling on her skin.

And then there was Roan, still lying somewhere out there, dead, while the radioactive rain poured over his body.

How could she survive this?

How could she make it without him?

By locking everyone out he would’ve died anyway, but he also might have found a way to save his ass. But now… Octavia was alive and he was dead. And he was dead for real. He wouldn’t have a second chance at life. The rain had already taken him and there was no way she was going to have him back.

Someone behind her coughed.

“Go away,” she mumbled.

She didn’t feel like seeing anybody. All she wanted was to spend the five years they had to spend in the bunker alone. She didn’t want to be around people anymore. What sense could it have?

Clarke heard someone walk up behind her and she snapped. She jumped to her feet and swiftly turned around, ready to say ‘fuck off’ to whoever wanted to talk to her. But her breath got caught in her throat and her mind went blank.

“Well?” he giggled. “No ‘hello’?”

“Roan?” she asked, not believing her eyes. It couldn’t be him.

It couldn’t.

“Who else should I be?” Roan laughed, getting closer to her and grazing his hands against her sleeves.

“I thought you were dead,” she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes. “We all thought you were dead.”

“You all thought what you wanted to think,” he corrected her. “Just as Octavia and Luna saw what they wanted to see. You really thought that drowning me could kill me? Come on, Wanheda, you should’ve known better since you tried to drown me, too.” He smiled, stroking her cheek with his thumb.

She took in a breath, while his touch had started to warm her face. “I’m fucking pregnant, you son of a bitch!” she almost yelled. “How could you?” and she hit him on his chest, tears running down her cheeks. “How could you?” she yelled again, raising her voice while his hands grabbed her wrists with strength.

“What did you just say?” he inquired, eyes burning into hers, while a frown had settled on his forehead.

Clarke fought for freedom, tears furiously streaming down her face. “I thought you were dead,” she whispered again while lowering her gaze, knees trembling.

Roan sighed. “I thought we had fixed this. I am not, I’m alive,” he said and raised her chin so that she was now looking at him.

“How could this be fixed this?” She shook her head. “You were dead and now you’re not. It’s not like breaking a leg. It’s going into fucking afterlife!” she hissed, wiping away her tears.

Another sigh escaped Roan lips. He pulled her closer to him and hugged her tight, resting his chin on top of her head. He could feel her body tremble with her sobs while he patiently waited for the storm to pass.

And yet his mind wasn’t there anymore. It had stayed stuck at one minute ago when that revelation had escaped her lips without her even wanting it to.

She was pregnant. Which meant he was having a child too unless Clarke had kept something a secret.

“Why didn’t you tell me before?” he asked, lowering his head so that he could whisper those words into her ear.

“Tell you what?” she sobbed one last time and sniffed.

“That we’re having a kid.”

Clarke stilled in his arms. How did he even know? But then she remembered her stupid tongue saying those words – I’m fucking pregnant, you son of a bitch!

She sighed. “When did you expect me to tell you?”

He shrugged his shoulders, still holding her against his body. “Oh, you know, before I enrolled into the conclave to kill Bellamy’s sister too.”

Clarke remained silent for a few seconds before pulling away to look at him. “I was so scared, and I wasn’t even expecting it. If you had only let me become Heda-”

“That’s not how the whole Heda thing works,” he pointed out, scoffing.

“I know,” she hissed. “But if that meant saving everybody-”

“And yet you locked everyone out. You cared only for your people while telling me that I was just saving mine and not humanity.”

“I made a mistake, okay?”

“It looks like mistakes are the only things you’re able to do.”

Clarke furrowed, glaring up at him towering over her. “You know what?” she spat. “Go fuck yourself.”

“Wouldn’t you like it better if the person I was fucking was you?” he smirked, squeezing her butt.

Before she could stop herself, she slapped him hard. “Don’t you think you’ve already done enough?” she spat, pushing his chest. “Getting me pregnant and all?”

Roan let out a bitter laugh. “So now it’s my fault,” he nodded. “Yeah, you know, you’re right. After all, that kid is growing inside my body. Totally makes sense now: I knew I was feeling bloated.”

They both glared threateningly at each other for minutes before Clarke leaped forward. In a second their lips crushed and she was pushing Roan against the wall, his hands tightening on her butt.

He groaned in the kiss when she bit his lower lip. She tugged at it while looking at him through her eyelashes and smirked.

“Why won’t we just celebrate the fact that you’re still alive?” she asked, nearing her pelvis to his.

She had some blood on her lips, which meant that she had bitten him for real. But that sight didn’t anger him: he could feel his excitement grow. He grabbed her nape and pulled her closer, kissing her again, harder this time. He wasn’t even thinking about the fact that he might hurt her like that: he simply didn’t care. He had almost died that day and only wanted some victory sex.

Her hands reached his belt and quickly unbuckled it before slipping inside his trousers. She didn’t unzip the fly and the pressure against his already semi hard cock almost hurt. Her other hand moved to open his zip when he moaned and Roan felt the pressure against his lips disappear.

He watched Clarke getting on her knees while pushing his trousers down.

She stared at him hungrily and tickled his balls while laughing. When her face got closer to his pulsing erection, Roan let his eyes flutter closed, already anticipating the feeling of her lips around his cock. But that feeling didn’t come, at least – not immediately. Instead, her fingers traced his shaft a few times, almost tickling his skin with her light touch. Then, suddenly, when he had almost lost hope, she grabbed his penis at the base and guided it into her mouth. She gave his head a harsh suck, almost hurting him, before sticking her tongue out to lick him downward ever so slowly.

Roan’s breath was coming out ragged, and the only thing he wanted was to push himself inside her mouth, to fuck her, to feel her around himself.

Slowly, her tongue came up again to his head before her mouth sucked at it again. Then, slowly, she took his cock in, swirling her tongue a little at its sides.

When she finally set up a pace, Roan let himself sigh and leaned his back harder into the wall. One of his hands ran down to grab her hair and force her to move faster, but she stopped him just in time and kept up with her slow movements. Then, suddenly, she sped up and both were soon moaning. The vibrations she created with her moans reverberated against him and he could feel he was close to the edge.

“Clarke,” he growled, reaching down again and grabbing her hair this time.

But Clarke didn’t listen and kept up with her pace until, suddenly, just before his release, she pulled away. She smiled up at him and finished him off with her hand, while her left hand had reached inside her own trousers to touch herself.

He came in her hands, grunting her name, and let himself fall on his knees, teeth still clenching and breath running wild.

“Stop it,” he growled, fighting with his trembling hands to take off his shirt.

She didn’t listen to him and kept touching herself in front of him.

“Stop it, I said,” he repeated and grabbed her hands.

She whined like a kid, breath ragged. Her left hand, the one that had been touching herself, was slick and the mere thought of being inside her turned Roan crazy.

“Get naked,” he ordered, resisting the urge to touch himself.

The floor was almost ice cold under his ass, but he didn’t care. All he wanted was to take her right there and then, on that damn floor, and let anyone in that bunker know that he was still alive and that a bitch like Luna couldn’t kill him.

Clarke smirked and slowly took her shirt off. He was glad to see she wasn’t wearing any bra and that her nipples were already hard. Goosebumps quickly rose on her skin, but she looked like she didn’t care.

When she got on fours to get closer to him, his eyes wandered to her breasts and he smiled. Fuck, he was so glad he was still alive!

She almost purred while kissing his chest, her hands caressing his thighs.

Roan grabbed her hips and got her closer before pinning her down on the floor.

Clarke wiggled in his grasp and tried to go back to being in control, but Roan wouldn’t let her. He knew how much she loved to be in control of the situation, but this time… he was going to have her his way. She had already had her turn while sucking his cock. Now it was time for the King of Azgeda to show what he was capable of.

“Don’t move,” he ordered, locking her hands above her head and keeping them in place with one hand.

Then, smirking devilishly, he leaned closer to her face and lingered his lips against hers, but he didn’t kiss her. He brushed their lips for a few seconds before going further down, kissing her throat. He grazed his teeth against her skin while his free hand roamed her right side, going down to her thigh and then coming up again.

Clarke trembled.

“So soft,” he whispered against her neck, kissing and sucking her skin.

“Roan,” she whined, begging him, wiggling her hips, brushing against his thigh.

Roan’s head got up again until it was millimeters from her ear. “I said,” and he nipped at her earlobe, “don’t move.”

He kissed her neck again, his hand slipping inside her trousers to touch her from above her panties.

“So wet,” he whispered against her breasts. He smiled: what would she do if he were really dead? Would she be fucking someone else? Or would she be touching herself until she was screaming his name?

He groaned at the thought of her in bed with somebody else.

Massaging her pussy, still covered with that piece of underwear, he took one of her nipples in between his lips and gently tugged at it, making her moan again. He sucked at it, grazed it with his teeth, tortured it with his lips before doing the same to the other.

He could hear her wild breath while her chest rose and fell fast under him.

His lips went even further down, kissing and sucking her skin. He teased her a little by kissing her mons pubis through her trousers.

“Don’t move or I’m leaving,” he ordered against her skin.

Clarke simply whimpered but nodded when Roan looked at her.

He released his grasp on her wrists and used both his hands to free her from her trousers and panties. His fingers brushed against her labia and let out a satisfied sigh.

Without giving her time to even comprehend what he wanted to do, his lips were sucking at her clit. Clarke’s breath got stuck in her throat while her back arched into a position that looked almost painful. But Roan simply smiled and teased her with his fingers, before penetrating her with one.

“Clarke?” he chuckled, pushing his finger in and out of her, miming what was going to come.

She simply hummed, her hands massaging her boobs.

“Tell me something,” and, without warning, he added two fingers to the one that was fucking her.

“Just fucking fuck me,” she groaned, making him laugh, his erection pressed against the floor, driving him nuts.

He retreated his fingers and grabbed her hips, sliding her closer. He positioned himself between her legs, spreading her juices on his cock. Then, in a swift movement, he was inside her, her walls clenching around him.

He was so glad he was still alive.

He leaned down, kissing her breast and sucking one of her nipples while slowly moving inside her, turning her crazy. Her breathing was labored, her skin covered in sweat, her eyes closed but still moving under her eyelids.

He kissed her and she kissed him back, her breath fanning against his skin. He moved to kiss her neck, accelerating his pace.

When he hit her just in the right spot, Clarke’s eyes opened wide, her lips parted.

He angled her legs so that he could hit her there again and when he did once, twice, three times he thought she was about to die in pleasure.

But her hands grabbed his face and pushed them closer so that she could kiss him. He moved in again and she moaned against his lips.

“Good Lord, Roan,” she panted, letting her head fall back again on the floor. Her hands reached his back and scratched his skin. “Faster,” she begged and he complied.

He put his hands on the floor at each side of her head so that he could push in faster and further.

Clarke moaned a string of ‘Roan’ and ‘fuck’ and ‘Jesus Christ’ (which he hoped wasn’t a guy she knew). Her pussy clenched tighter around him with each movement until she came with a silent scream, eyes rolled back inside her head, breasts brushing against his skin.

He lifted her leg by grabbing it from under the knee and sped up his space even more until it almost got unbearable. Then, with a grunt, he came and for a while, he wasn’t able to stop his movements.

When her hands got up to brush his chest, he pushed out and laid down next to her.

They were both panting, but he managed to say: “So, we’re having a kid, huh?”


Since I’m not sure how I am with smut and I’m always glad to do better, let me know what you think.

Now, if you don’t mind, I’ll just have a drink.

Originally posted by sooper-dee-dooper-natural

anonymous asked:

here's a fun thing: YOU'VE BEEN TAGGED! Let's talk about your story! Here's what you do: 1. how many stories are you writing? 2. What's your favorite story/favorite post you've written? 3. Who do you personally ship in your story? 4: Who do you think has had the most character development in your story (bonus: why) 5. Tag 3 story simblr that you've been reading!

Whaaa, this is so cool! I am gonna do it :3 well, yeah sure, my story has barely even started, but I will give it my best shot!

1. At the moment just the one I am posting on my blog (Barefoot on a Blood of Roses), but I am somewhat interested in starting a research phase for this new (ambitious) idea I have in mind. However, I am a bit afraid I might lose interest or focus on the one I am currently writing.. >_<

2. Hmmm.. I haven’t written a lot, to be honest, as this passion and hobby of mine is rather nascent. But I have been creating fragments of stories and characters in my head ever since I was little. That being said, I feel fond of some of my “unfinished businesses”, e.g.:

  • Originally, I was supposed to tell a story where Alt was the main focus. It was set in the distant future with a time travel and whatnot being a possibility. Autumn (originally - Illusen) was more of a secondary character who was also very much jealous of everything Alt did. So she wasn’t exactly a big fan of Alt, haha. Also, their personalities were rather different from what is canon now..?
  • I have also created some disparate characters that at first glance were unrelated but after a further analysis, I could see how they overlap with each other. So here is a quick list *clears throat* Character #1: hiding run-away girl living remotely from all the living carrying the responsibility and burden that isn’t hers but the perks of doing so keep her life from crumbling to pieces. Character #2: a lady, an empty porcelain shell that shouldn't be even considered a breathing human being with her disdain towards all the imperfections found in others and, gods forbid, in her own self. Character #3: the abandoned and bricked up in an old mansion she shall turn all the warm-blooded things daring to cross the threshold of her citadel into her beloved dolls marshaled on the display for all the living and all the dead. She shall make you feel at home. Character #4: pernicious and burlesque chaos demon who switches babies in a hospital first thing in the morning and aligns the furniture for maximum torture of pinky toes before going to sleep. 

3. While, of course, I ship Autumn and Lovio, but there aren’t exactly any other ships in my story at the moment, hahaha.

4. Probably Alt. Because compared to other characters, she has the most of the experience under her belt and has gone through some major psychological challenges. But that’s something for me to show you in the future :3

5. I tag @femmesim @stardust-sims @wanderlust-sims @essiesims @nicotinc @noonicorn @oatspice @bananahut @ciarasia @neutralsupply  and anyone who wants to do this! Thanks to @something-wicked-sims and @lovelychooser for tagging me on this as well! <3

beccabees  asked:

My hearts breaking with the most recent witch in the tower update. Murasakibara with his baby granddaughter tho is just the cutest picture

Himuro is a witch who was raised by a witch, and he knows a few things about demons that average people do not. He knows that they live on the balance between life and death—there is complicated magic involved, but any human might become a Beast if they are caught in that moment right before death, and maybe, maybe a demon could return to human…

He knows it is absurd. He would be too late, anyhow. Murasakibara is gone.

But he still has to try.

*

He promises Kyabetsu he will return and tries not to flinch when she doesn’t believe him. “I swear it,” he says, but she has a right to her doubt and all he can do is prove himself.

She told him she buried her father at the foot of the tower, so that is where he returns.

There is already someone there.

*

It is a light blue demon who stands over bones and Himuro can’t help but feel like he knows him, even though they’ve never met.

“You are Kuroko,” he guesses, because Murasakibara had mentioned him before. “The demon that drove them all from their home in the woods.”

“That is not quite what happened,” Kuroko replies, but he doesn’t explain himself further. “I had a hope for something. This is not what I wished.” He looks down at the bones, and Himuro forces himself to do the same.

“I know a spell,” Himuro says. “But I do not have the power.”

“I could make you stronger, but it comes at a price.”

There is always a price when you make a bargain with demons. Even for witches. “I will pay whatever price.”

Kuroko nods, like this is only to be expected.

*

After Kuroko leaves, Himuro casts the spell upon his body. He weaves it into his blood, into his bones, into every inch of him. He crouches over the bones of his lover and then he weeps.

He really is not someone who usually cries. He is someone who keeps his emotions hidden behind an unreadable smile. Somehow it is always Murasakibara that brings out his tears. He cries now, and tears roll from his face and onto the bones and so with it the most powerful spell Himuro has ever cast.

And when he is done, there is Murasakibara, completely human and looking at Himuro. “Murochin,” he says. “Why?”

Himuro laughs weakly, his eyes bleary. When he blinks away the tears there’s still a darkness to his left; he has lost the vision in one eye and that is a very small price to pay, all things considered.

“Because I love you,” he says. “And I should have never left.” He kisses Murasakibara on the lips and is pleased when Murasakibara returns the affection. They are not so broken after all.

When he pulls away he says, “Let’s go home.”

Murasakibara looks at the burned out tower and frowns.

“Where Kyabetsu is,” Himuro explains.

Murasakibara nods. Yes, that’s where home is.

*

Kyabetsu bursts into tears when she sees them.

“Oh, Kyachin,” Murasakibara says, sounding dismayed as he looks at the baby. “You were so useless at this age. Now there’s another one.”

She laughs through her tears and says, “You don’t need to worry about that, Father. Now that Murochin is here, he can do all the raising.”

“What,” Himuro says.

“Yes, that’s fair,” Murasakibara says, patting the small child on the head. “What’s her name?”

Himuro blinks, because it hadn’t even occurred to him to ask earlier.

“Daikon,” Kyabetsu replies.

“You named your daughter radish?” Himuro exclaims.

She shrugs. “I was hungry.”

Murasakibara picks up the baby and moves inside, already beginning to settle into their new home. Himuro reflects on the fact that he has been slotted for child-rearing duties, and figures this is fair.

He is a witch, raised by a witch, with a witch-daughter and now perhaps a witch-grandchild. And Murasakibara, who is no longer a demon, most likely is still a witch, but regardless, he is definitely a happily ever after.

So all in all, Himuro is satisfied with the story he has written as his own.



A/N: DONE. With a slightly rushed conclusion because I wanted to end it. And hahaha, also remembered I hadn’t included Kuroko yet and wanted to make sure Kuroko was included in all the stories because that’s supposed to be a thing. Woooo. Thanks, friend! I also love the idea of Murasakibara and his new granddaughter =D And thank you so much, anon-friend! I am very glad you like Kyabetsu! Thank you to everyone who stuck with this story! I will post dvd commentary soon and have this story up on Ao3 as quickly as possible.

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The Aim of Elves

Overall Summary: You disobey Thranduil’s orders and decide to help the dwarves which has a better outcome than you expected.

Chapter Summary: Frerin spills the beans.

Pairing: Thorin x Reader

A/N: I finally updated this story! Its been almost a month since I last posted an update hahaha. It’s very short. Sorry

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