oh you two i love you even when you're being terrible human beings

datpiranha  asked:

I Love Lenses eye! Would the program expand to actual war zones? ( maybe a different camera team that's more experiemced) And would that help to further humanize the clones, not just the Jedi? ( clone bachelor just popped into my head and I had a good laugh ) love your work you're amazing!

“You should take a deep breath Ser Kensing.” Knight Skywalker smiled warmly at the zabrak reporter. “We’ll ensure your safety while you’re here, I promise.” He repeated what he had said several times this trip and Luzarene, Luz for short, was sure that the other must be tired of this civilians anxieties.

“Please Knight Skywalker, Luz is more then enough. Kensing makes me feel like my dad.” The yellow skinned man grinned up at him meekly where he was sitting on a crate.

Skywalker chuckled but nodded and patted him on the shoulder. “Alright Luz but please call me Anakin in return when not on camera. I’m surprised through the lense eye wanted an on the field correspondent honestly.” He peered at him with puzzlement.

“Its only for a few runs.” Luz assured, he imagined having civilians as an additional liability to protect were a terrible deal for them. “But with a few of the social analyzes coming out, people wanted to see what the Jedi and our troopers are going through out there. The… human side of it if I can say it that way.” He explained. “Miss Cana is of course still at the temple but several like me are stationed with several diversion of the grand army of the republic.” He said warmly, smiling up at Skywalker who blinked then beamed back, looking approving.

“I see.” He said with warmth.


“…How high?” Cana stared at the Zarna.

“Half his battalion.” The twi’lek replied. “Wilhuff Tarkin won the station from the Separatist but he lost half his battalion and didn’t even bat an eyelid. It seemed to be…common for him to lose that many.”

Cana turned to Luz who shook his head. “Skywalker lost one man and two were injured. He subdued the Seperatist supporters and took in General Efira captive to be delivered to the Republic for interrogation.”

Slowly they all compared the notes and the clips they had gathered from the various Jedi and Republic General leaders.

“…I thought his name was Wilfur…” Cana mumbled to herself before shaking herself, wings snapping against her back as she took note of how the death tallies of the clones, these wonderful beings who were being cloned at Kamino, rose with none Jedi personal in charge of them.

“…Its like they’re treating them as if they’re disposable.” She whispered.

Jizzna cleared her throat. “I… one of the clones I talked to, his name was Fives and I think he is with the 501st?” She looked to Luz who nodded, having meet Fives himself. “Well Fives told me that they sometimes feel like the only ones who really considers them any better then droids are the Jedi… and sometimes they don’t even feel less valuable then the blasters in their hands.”

Sighing, Firnza joined in. “Waxer and Boil from the 212th said the same. And at best some of them feel like they’re in a grand scale slavery ring.” He whispered, pale faced.

“Cana, what are we going to do about this?” Zarna questioned. “War morale has been getting higher with the start of this program but this information…” She trailed off.

Cana stared back at her crew before taking a breath. “…We report the truth. The truth the Jedi want us to give out. That was our goal, to give people the information about the Jedi who seemed so far fetched and mystical until Master Windu fell on his own face during that first interview. Now we do the same for the clones, we make them the humans they are. Because they’re out there dying for us in droves.” Her face turned serious and her wings snapped again. “This might mean we lose all founding after this program though, do you all understand?” She looked at them.

One by one the others nodded, understanding that they were putting their future carriers on the risk.

But there were people out there, dying, carrying the same faces but laughing and talking with different personalities.

They deserved to be a part of the galaxy just as much as the reporters and the beings on Coruscant.

Soon, I Hope.

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Okay folks! This is the follow-up Daddy!Killian piece of 280 Days. I need to apologize in advance because it’s not as cotton-candy fluffy as my norm, but there is still a VERY healthy dose of daddy!Killian. This is the first of I don’t know how many chapters. Minimum 3, maximum probable like 6. Also, I just recently got myself an AO3 account. So you can read it on there also. My username is the same. Thank you for all the support! ~ Jenn! 


Up until this moment in time, Emma has never really regretted any of her mistakes. Sure, some of the ones she’d made were downright stupid and could’ve been avoided, but she couldn’t deny that most of the mistakes she’s made in her life (mainly the big ones) have eventually led to some form of good. For instance: was getting into the yellow bug with Neal a mistake? Probably, but now she has Henry. Was giving Henry up for adoption a mistake? Some days she wishes she hadn’t, but then she realizes that if she hadn’t done it, her family wouldn’t be nearly as big as it is now. Was handcuffing Captain Hook and trapping him at the top of a beanstalk a mistake? Definitely. 100%. But hey, now she’s married to him.

So, as Emma saw it, mistakes weren’t all that bad. On the contrary, they usually turned out beneficial, in the long run. Made her stronger, taught her something, helped her grow.

Until now.


Now, despite the fact that she’d been told multiple times that it’s highly advisable that she remain in her chair, she gets up. Not just because she wants to, but because she needs to. Needs to so viscerally that she feels like she might combust into flames if she doesn’t. She crosses the short distance from her chair to where her husband stands, hunched and broken, in between two very complicated looking contraptions. To any other he may appear fine, but not to her. The ache within her grows with each passing step because she can feel hopelessness boiling off him like steam from a screaming kettle. He hasn’t even realized she’s entered the room, but the minute her palms make contact with his shoulder blades, he loses it. He turns and leans into her, and she finds that suddenly she’s bearing a startling amount of his weight, (definitely against any and all recommendations for a woman in her state) but she manages. She manages because she knows that she needs to be the strong one this time, and that is non-negotiable. Yes, she needs to be strong, because this time, he just can’t. He’s hopeless and frail and more downright terrified then she’s ever seen him in all her life. And it’s with Killian’s chin sharp against her collarbone and his nails digging into her back and his ragged, breathless sobs flowing into her ear that she realizes what a colossal, terrible mistake she has made. And this mistake? No one will be benefiting from. No one will be learning from it or growing from it and it will not be leading to anything but pain. And honestly? If she could go back in time and erase it, there’s not any doubt in her mind that she would.

**** hours earlier.****

Dr Cameron speaks calmly, but her words still chill Killian to the bone.

“So Baby A still isn’t progressing all that far into the birth canal, and he’s starting to experience mild fetal distress. So, although I know it’s not in your birth plan, I’m going to suggest we do a cesarean. We can wait another half hour to see if he goes further down, but I’d agree to do it now if that’s what you want me to do.”

Fetal distress? DISTRESS? Killian’s heart is racing at a mile a minute and all the beeping going on is doing nothing to help. Cesarean? He’d read about that. That’s where they make an incision and then—

“Yes, I’m fine with that,” Emma nods, her sweaty brow furrowed. “I just want them out.”

Killian also nods, not because he necessarily assents but because he feels like he should. He’s still locked on the words fetal distress, and he stares at the screens surrounding Emma’s hospital bed, desperately wishing he had a better understanding of what they all mean. Emma squeezes his hand, and he turns his attention back to her. She’s been ridiculously calm this entire time, and he has not a clue how she’s managing it. He loves her fiercely for it.

“Hey. Come here,” she orders, and he crouches obediently. She reaches her hand up, being careful of her IV, and tugs him in for a quick, reassuring kiss. “It’s going to be okay, Killian. It won’t be long now. The doctor’s going to take them out surgically. Like, she’s gunna cut me open. It sounds scary but it’s a perfectly safe procedure. It’ll be safer for the babies that way. They’ll let you stay with me while it happens, but you’re gunna have to change into special clothes that they give you. They’re called scrubs. It’s okay. They’ll be here soon, okay? Remember what my dad told you. Focus on being excited, not on being worried.”

Killian gulps but nods, forcing a smile and taking her hand. Emma rubs the back of his fingers with her thumb, knowing for a fact that he’s totally freaked out. Medical personnel rush around her, getting things ready, and she sees Killian watching them, his bottom lip pulled tight between his teeth. “Hey,” she says again, tugging on his hand. “Just focus on me, Killian,” she says gently. “Eyes on me. We’re doing this together, okay?”

“Okay, Swan,” he says. “Okay.”

The next hour is a blur, and when he thinks back on it, all he can really remember of the procedure is holding Emma’s hand while he sat by her head. There was a tall sheet separating them from Emma’s abdomen and the doctors, and before he knew it, Dr. Cameron was holding up the tiniest human being he’d ever laid eyes on in his life. “Here’s Baby A!” she said happily, and Emma’s gasp matched his. The baby was immediately handed off to someone, and after a minute his wails filled the room. That’s when Killian’s tears started. He didn’t know where to look, whether at Emma or the baby or at the doctor who was busy retrieving the other baby. A few minutes passed and a second tiny boy was hoisted in the air, purpler than the first. “Here’s your baby B!”

“Killian, we did it!” Emma exclaimed, wiping the tears from her eyes. “Our boys!”

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Dan had been plenty of things in his life, each one of them had been a challenge and most of them had left him at risk of loosing his sanity. But the hardest thing he’d ever been and ever could be, was a father.

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anonymous asked:

Could you please write a scenario where your and Taemin's baby is crying at 3:00am and you're sleeping and ask Tae to go and see the baby?

I’m so sleepy…..-__- and i almost died of Onew feels today. But since I was late already I needed to write this.

Hope you like! Sweet daddy Taemin! ;) 

Ps: Beware bad english and stuff…..Im dying…


Smile for daddy~Taemin

You closed your eyes tiredly for a few minutes, glad that you were finally having time to rest and rested your head on the pillow. Taemin, your husband was already sleeping for at least two hours. It was ok since he had to go to work early on the morning while you stayed home with the baby.

Your daughter only had three months and was the most precious human being you ever saw. You still couldn’t believe how you made something so perfect.

When you found out you were pregnant you panicked. You are still young and Taemin is an idol. You thought it was something impossible. He could never marry you and the only way was to raise the baby alone, so you decided not tell him and broke up with him.

That was the hardest part. You loved him and once you tried to tell Taemin to break up he didn’t accept it. You couldn’t hold it in anymore and just burst out crying, maybe because of hormones, but certainly because you couldn’t imagine your life without his smile.

A few weeks later you got married and now you had a beautiful baby daughter. Your marriage wasn’t perfect but you knew he was trying his best to be a good husband and father. He worked really hard and even though he was still young and unskilled he was the best father.

You sighed snuggling close to Taemin, which had his back facing you, trying to get some of his warmth. You avoided touching him tough so you wouldn’t wake him up.

You stared at his nude back, wishing that he would turn around and hug you. You were so needy lately, probably because of the hormonal changes your body faced.

To your surprise he turned around facing you, his eyes still closed, and licking his sweet lips with his tongue.

Taemin opened one eye and looked at you.

“Only now?” he asked with a sleepy voice.

“Yes. I was doing some house cleaning.”

He frowned, his arms under the covers surrounding your body pulling you to him.

“I could help you tomorrow!”

“It’s ok!” you knew he never had time, also he was terrible doing house chores. He was always too spoiled by his family, hyungs and noonas.

“Let’s get a housekeeper.” He mumbled, nuzzling his nose against yours, his eyes closed again.

“We shouldn’t…”

“We should!” he insisted, his hand caressing your back.

You kissed his lips slowly and he answered lazily.

“Sleep well!” you said and he just nodded, pulling you more against his body.

You just closed your eyes when a sudden low cry came from the crib you had on the corner of your bedroom.

You covered your eyes preparing yourself mentally to get up again when suddenly Taemin sat up on bed.

He was a divine sight. His tousled black hair, bare chest, eyes closed and a painfully expression.

His lips curved up and he opened his eyes slowly staring down at you.

“I’ll go this time!” He announced not giving you time to say anything and getting out of bed only with his boxers, moving like a zombie in the direction of your crying lovely daughter.

You sat on bed knowing that you would have to get up too. She cried even more when he was the one to try to calm her.

You didn’t know why but she only seemed to like being on your arms or Jonghyun’s. It was funny actually. Taemin was dead jealous every time SHINee came to visit. Taemin’s lovely daughter adored her uncles a lot. She liked to play with Minho, Kibum and Jinki, but her favorite uncle was clearly Jonghyun. She actually stopped crying every time he grabbed her. Why couldn’t she do the same with her own dad?

“Daddy is here!” he whispered making the little girl cry even more.

You watched hopelessly Taemin grab her on his arms, but surprisingly she stopped crying.

“Omo!” you couldn’t help but exclaim, watching Taemin rocking her in his arms, a sweet delighted smile on his lips.

“She loves me…” he mumbled surprised and you released a chuckle.

“Of course, you are her dad!” You answered getting up from bed fixing your blue pajama and stopping by their side.

“Go back to bed!” Taemin, the man of your life, still a boy at heart said to you. Dark circles under his eyes and his messy hair made him look older and you felt a pang in your heart, the same one you felt when you met him for the first time. You were falling in love with him once again.

You caressed his cheek, watching him tenderly taking care of your daughter, and kissed his face quickly.

“What’s wrong?” he asked confused.

“Nothing! Let’s hire a person to clean the house so we can have more time for us. Ok?”

He nodded happily and his eyes moved back to his daughter.

“Oh!” he exclaimed and you looked at her too.

She was smiling, her eyes slightly opened while she smiled at his dad.

“She is smiling! To me! Not Jonghyun! I did it!” Taemin exulted.

“Maybe she just finds daddy’s hairstyle funny!” You said laughing moving your fingers on his bedhead hair.

“I don’t care! I’ll have a messy hair everyday if she smiles to me!”

“You are a great father Taemin and she loves you. I’m certain of that. She probably only thinks Jonghyun is funny or something….”

Taemin giggled and you back hugged him, resting your head on his shoulder.

You stayed like that for a few minutes; Taemin rocking the baby while you closed your eyes, still holding him.

Even if the days were tiring and you didn’t have time to sleep, living like that was true happiness and you wouldn’t change it for anything in the world.

~Admin L



but imagine this concept

haruka nanase, aged 18

know how to user the computer!!!!!



haru knows how to use the computer AND EVEN the internet. he can even type in the address. and write a blog. in fact he’s p popular on pixiv.

(altho he prefers drawr or tegaki because uploading pictures on pixiv is bothersome)

aaaaaaaaaand at first he was drawing only water and water stuff like oceans and waterfalls, and people LOVED THEM (and still do!!) because they were not only aesthetically beautiful but also had Soul, as if the artist was born in that place and knew everything about it. he’s kinda known as that wild dude who draws rad-ass water pics….. but is lazy as heck, as people realised when someone told him to release a book and he was like, ……..that would require me doing addional work. mmmmmgh

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Steve/Bucky Recs

So, on the off chance that there are others out there who’ve been inundated with shiny CA:TWS goodness on their dashboards - not to mention Chris Evan’s glorious left boob grabbage all over SDCC - here are some Steve/Bucky recs that I enjoyed XD

A number of them had me laughing out long during the long commutes for work and definitely made the crazy weeks of summer so much better.

Though I still have so much to read, omg! A month isn’t long enough to get through all the ficcage *_*

Not to mention fanart *grabby hands* Anyone have any favorite artists in the fandom?

Star-Spangled Lovers, Or Something Like That by driverpicksthemooseic

Lovers in Arms, it’s called. It speculates on the possibility that Steven Rogers and James Buchanan Barnes were in a secret relationship.

Bucky won’t let it go.

OR, the one where everyone thinks Bucky and Steve were, and are, secretly gay for each other

Our Broken Parts (Smashed on the Floor) by non_sequential

Steve is sent undercover to catch an elusive Russian assassin. He didn’t want to do it in the first place; he’s damn certain he won’t be asked again.

Steve Rogers at 100: Celebrating Captain America on Film by eleveninches, Febricant, hellotailor, M_Leigh, neenya, tigrrmilk

“Heil Hydra,” the enemy agent shouts.

“Heil this, motherfucker,” says Captain America, shooting off a rocket.

Steve and Bucky find out Hollywood has been busy since they went away. A historical survey, including but not limited to: one set of exploded genitals, a brief interlude in France, Mel Gibson and other masterworks of casting, eight Academy awards, several dinosaurs, and something Tony Stark has ominously dubbed “the masterpiece.” Art included.

One Day We Won’t Have to Be Scared by Paraxdisepink

Written for this prompt: Steve and Bucky are at a gay bar in the 30s, and some guy offers them money to take pictures of them as they fuck. They need the money, they say yes, and pretty much forget about it afterwards. The pictures come out years later.

the poem which I do not write by viverella

See, here’s the thing: Steve has a problem.

His problem is embodied in almost six feet of cocky smiles and toned muscles and tattoos and it starts three weeks into the school year when his life drawing professor announces that they’re finally moving onto studying the human form and says, “This is James. He’s going to be our first model.”

And the guy steps up onto the platform in the middle of the room and undresses without a lick of self-consciousness, smirking all the while, and Steve thinks, Oh, hell.

OR: Steve is an art student and Bucky is a figure model and a lot of pining happens.

technical difficulties by idekman

‘Well, you got more followers than Katy Perry.’

'That’s what you woke us up for? To tell me that I got more followers than some actress -’

'Katy Perry’s a singer,’ Bucky mumbles into the pillow.

’-Some singer? It’s -’ he breaks off, checks the digital clock next to him. 'It’s six o clock in the morning!’ Next to him, Bucky lets out an offended groan.

'You’re also on the news. Again.’

Steve Rogers’ twitter ends up being more controversial than anyone expected.

Bei Mir Bist Du Schoen by Laura JV

Bucky Barnes and the Great Sexuality Crisis of 1938.

Only Good Things by Jain

All of their neighbors think that Steve and Bucky are dating.

Why Then Oh Why Can’t I? by ladyblahblah

“You really never did grow up all the way, did you, Steve? Of course it changes things. But hey.” He lifts his glass, and Steve reluctantly lets go to join in the toast. “Who says change has to be bad?”

and another 20 more recs for those interested:

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TV series Homura goes to the post-Rebellion world.
  • Kyouko: Yo! Thanks for inviting us over Homura!
  • Mami: Pardon our intrusion, Akemi.
  • Sayaka: Thanks for inviting us in, transfer.
  • Madoka: Pardon us, Homura!
  • Homura: Come in.
  • Mami: Right. Let's get this last-minute summer break catch-up session get underway.
  • Sayaka: Are we going to finish in time?
  • Kyouko: Sucks to be you guys. I dunno why you even bother going to school when you clearly don't have time for it while hunting witches.
  • Madoka: Oh! Speaking of time... Homura, what if you stopped time so we have more time to finish?
  • Homura: I suppose I could do that, but I can't stop time long enough for it to be meaningful in this situation.
  • Madoka: Oh, I see...
  • Sayaka: Yo, transfer. Can you do anything else apart from stopping and going back in time?
  • Homura: What do you mean?
  • Sayaka: Like, can you go to the future as well?
  • Homura: I never tried it, there wasn't a point.
  • Sayaka: Well, you know... if we're not going to finish in time then there's no point doing our homework now right? We could just spend the day playing instead!
  • Madoka: Sayaka!
  • Sayaka: What?! It's true! Homework is all or nothing, you don't get points for doing only 80% of it or anything!
  • Madoka: W-Well yeah but...
  • Mami: Miki, that's a reckless way to think about it isn't it?
  • Sayaka: But it's so much more efficient this way!
  • Kyouko: Sayaka's got the right idea hasn't she? If ya ain't gonna be able to do it then why bother in the first place? Unless ya WANT to do your homework?
  • Mami: No, not really...
  • Madoka: Homura, what do you think?
  • Homura: I think I'll do it.
  • Sayaka: Yeah, that's the spirit!
  • Homura: Don't misunderstand. I'm only doing this to see if traveling to the future is possible or not.
  • Sayaka: Yup, just keep telling yourself that you tsundere~
  • Homura: How is that tsu-... Never mind, forget it.
  • Homura: ((Climbs onto her bed))
  • Homura: I'll be going now. Don't come on to my bed, it would be terrible if I came back and phased into your or something.
  • Kyouko: Ouch.
  • Homura: Here I go....
  • Homura: ...Did it work?
  • Homura: No one is here. Perhaps I've traveled forwards after all?
  • Homura: What day is it? I have a feeling I overshot too far ahead...
  • Kyubey: Oh? When did you arrive back from school?
  • Homura: Gah! Kyubey, what are you doing here?
  • Kyubey: I heard a noise so-
  • Homura: No, I mean what are you doing IN MY HOUSE?!
  • Kyubey: I was cleaning just a while ago...?
  • Homura: Huh?! Why?
  • Kyubey: Because you told me to, mistress.
  • Homura: When did I ever-! ...Mistress?
  • Kyubey: Is something the matter, mistress?
  • Homura: ...Hold up, let me check something here. Are you... my servant now or something?
  • Kyubey: Yes.
  • Homura: ....Since when?
  • Kyubey: Since you defeated us Incubators, mistress.
  • Homura: Could you stay outside my room for a second? Don't come in until I tell you.
  • Kyubey: Yes mistress.
  • Homura: Also, don't you dare eavesdrop on me.
  • Kyubey: Of course not, mistress.
  • Kyubey: ((Leaves the room))
  • Homura: .....
  • Homura: AW YEAH SON
  • Homura: FUCK YEAH
  • Homura: ....
  • Homura: Ahem.
  • Homura: Kyubey, you can come back in now.
  • Kyubey: ((Walks back into the room))
  • Homura: Did you hear anything?
  • Kyubey: Not a word.
  • Homura: Excellent.
  • Homura: Tell me more about the fut-...I mean, about right now.
  • Kyubey: Right now?
  • Kyubey: Hm... Right now your familiars are cooking dinner. We didn't expect you back so soon so its not rea-
  • Homura: Familiars?
  • Kyubey: Yes, your 12 Clara doll familiars.
  • Homura: But don't-... I thought-.... Only witches have familiars right?
  • Kyubey: That's correct mistress.
  • Homura: ....Am I a witch?
  • Kyubey: Not at all mistress.
  • Kyubey: Ah, I see your confusion now.
  • Homura: Y-You do?
  • Kyubey: You're wondering how you kept your witch familiars even after you stopped being a witch aren't you?
  • Homura: I USED TO BE A WITCH?!
  • Homura: Wait, I got BETTER?! Really?!
  • Kyubey: Yes, why do you sound so surprised?
  • Homura: Oh! Well, uh... it's just a little surprising you know. That's not supposed to happen, right?
  • Kyubey: True. It was quite unusual.
  • Homura: So uh... How did I stop being a witch anyway?
  • Kyubey: You transcended.
  • Homura: ...Into what?
  • Kyubey: Is something wrong mistress? You know we Incubators don't understand the form you call a demon.
  • Homura: D-Demon?! What? How did I turn into a demon?!
  • Kyubey: When you defeated Madoka Kaname, mistress.
  • Homura: ....
  • Homura: What?
  • Homura: WHAT?!
  • Homura: WHAT THE HELL?!
  • Kyubey: Love.
  • Homura: .......
  • Homura: .......
  • Homura: .......
  • Homura: ...... What?
  • Kyubey: That's what you said at least.
  • Homura: I said love? Like, out loud?
  • Kyubey: Yes mistress.
  • Kyubey: Everyone was there.
  • Homura: Oh god.... Did I say something weird?
  • Kyubey: "This is the pinnacle of human emotion! More passionate than hope, more deeper than despair... it's love!"
  • Homura: .....
  • Kyubey: That's what you said, more or less.
  • Homura: ..........was Madoka there?
  • Kyubey: Yes mistress.
  • Homura: So in a way, I basically confessed my love to Madoka.
  • Kyubey: Yes mistress.
  • Homura: While everyone was watching.
  • Kyubey: Yes mistress.
  • Homura:
  • Homura: ((Makes some gurgling, choking noises))
  • Kyubey: Mistress?
  • Homura: Kyubey.
  • Homura: Madoka's response.
  • Homura: I... I need to know what it is. Did she look... happy?
  • Kyubey: She look frightened.
  • Homura: FUCK
  • Kyubey: M-Mistress...?
  • Homura: WHY THOUGH?!
  • Kyubey: Why....?
  • Kyubey: It was probably because you were ripping her apart.
  • Homura:
  • Homura: What.
  • Kyubey: Ripping her in ha-
  • Homura: You're-... I-... That can't-...
  • Homura: Like, literally ripping her in half or-
  • Kyubey: You split Madoka Kaname into two pieces.
  • Homura:
  • Homura:
  • Homura:
  • Homura: Kyubey, please leave the room again.
  • Kyubey: Yes mi-
  • Homura: NOW
  • Kyubey: ((flees))
  • Homura:
  • Homura:
  • Homura: WHAT?! HUH?!?!
  • Kyubey: Yes mistre-
  • Homura: Tell me everything. EVERYTHING.
  • Kyubey: Everything about what?
  • Kyubey: Well... your soul gem was extremely dark so Madoka was using the Law of Cycles to-
  • Homura: The what now?
  • Kyubey: Law of Cycles? It's the universal principle that Madoka created when she became god.
  • Homura: Madoka becomes GOD?!
  • Kyubey: Yes mistress.
  • Homura: HOW?! WHAT?!
  • Kyubey: She wished for it.
  • Homura: She wished for-....
  • Homura: ....Grr, I won't kill you yet. Keep talking, so God-Madoka or whatever is doing this cycling law thing and...?
  • Kyubey: So Madoka is about to take you away to eternal paradise in her heaven-
  • Homura: I'm liking the sound of this.
  • Kyubey: When you grab her and stop her instead.
  • Homura: I'm not liking the sound of this.
  • Kyubey: You then rip Madoka in half, separating her human self away from her godly self and-
  • Homura: ((punts Kyubey into the wall)
  • Kyubey: But-
  • Kyubey: I'm sorry?
  • Homura: GAAAAHHHH!
  • Homura: ......
  • Homura: Alright, so I don't kill Madoka. That's a good thing. Okay. Okay, I've calmed down now. Carry on.
  • Kyubey: .......Yes, where was I?
  • Kyubey: Your soul gem becomes tainted with love instead of despair and you become a demon. You then recreate the world to your liking.
  • Homura: And... what sort of world is it?
  • Kyubey: I don't know.
  • Homura: What? Why?!
  • Kyubey: You kept quite a lot of the changes secret, no one knows what fully transpired except you.
  • Homura: Damn... Alright then, tell me what Madoka is like in this world of mine.
  • Kyubey: Exactly the same as before, I believe. Except your suppressing her godly self.
  • Homura: You know why I would have a problem with Madoka being god?
  • Kyubey: Not entirely, no.
  • Homura: Damn... Alright then, what's the relationship between me and Madoka?
  • Kyubey: Enemies.
  • Homura:
  • Homura:
  • Kyubey: ....Mistress? Are you having another heart attack mistress?
  • Homura: ((coughs up blood))
  • Kyubey: Mistress?!
  • Homura: W-W-.... Why are Madoka and I ene-...e....you know... "Not friends"?
  • Kyubey: Because you decided to make Madoka your enemy. You declared it yourself.
  • Homura: ((Coughs up even more blood))
  • Kyubey: Do you need medical attention, mist-
  • Homura: No, I need- Just gimme a moment here. Leave the room again will you?
  • Kyubey: ....Yes mistress.
  • Homura: ....
  • Homura: ....
  • Homura: FUTURE ME
  • Homura: You know what? Screw this place. I'm done. I'm done forever. I'm going back home. I'm actually going to end up killing myself here if I stay any long.
  • Homura: ((Time-travels backwards))
  • Homura: God, time-travel always gives me such a headache...
  • Madoka: Homura! Welcome back!
  • Kyouko: So it works right? Future time travel that is.
  • Mami: Welcome back, Akemi.
  • Sayaka: So? So? Do we finish in time or what?
  • Homura: Hey. Miki.
  • Sayaka: Yeah...?
  • Homura: You said that if something isn't going to work out in the end, there isn't any point bother trying to make it happen anymore right?
  • Sayaka: Y-Yeah...? Does this mean we don't get our homework finished in time or...?
  • Homura: ((Paps Madoka's shoulders))
  • Madoka: H-Homura?
  • Homura: I'm sorry Madoka. Goodbye.
  • Madoka: What? Homura?!
  • Homura: ((Walks away))
  • Madoka: Homura?! HOMURA?!
  • Mami: W-What happened in the future exactly...?
  • Kyouko: Huh? What's going on?
  • Madoka: HOMURA!
  • Mami: AKEMI!
  • Sayaka: TRANSFER!
  • Kyouko: KYOUKO~!
Cute When You're Angry

Prompt by Anonymous: Steroline drabble where it’s set a few months after Liz’s death. Stefan and Caroline are still “"friends”“. Then both are starting to see new people because they both think they don’t have feelings for each other anymore, so they start dating new people and they get a jealous and stuff.

A/N Firstly love the idea. Second I’m planning on writing about 6 facs tomorrow so this is like a little taste of what will come.

Caroline’s number one goal in life was to never regret anything. That may sound kind of hard seen as she lived forever, so she was obviously going to regret some things, but that wasn’t the point. Everyone regrets things, but she never wanted to regret anything so big that it would affect the rest of her life.

So far that had gone pretty well. She did sleep with Klaus, but everyone forgave her for it. She never said ‘goodbye’ to her mother, but she got to relive memories with her. Even all the terrible things that she did when she was human were forgotten, so there was no point in worrying about all that.

Her mind had been free from regret for so long that she forgot what it felt like, that is until she saw Stefan at the grill with a girl. They weren’t kissing or hugging or anything, but they were talking and that was much worse.

"Care what are you looking at?” asked Sarah, as she tried to follow the blonde’s gaze.

Caroline blinked and dragged herself out of her daze. She focused back onto the conversation that had been going on between herself, Elena, Bonnie and Sarah.

“Oh nothing, I was just-”

“Caroline stop pretending,” Bonnie interrupted her.

Caroline fiddled under the stares of her three friends, who looked as if they were staring into her soul.

“Look Care we know that after the incident at your cabin you and Stefan have been acting like friends, but it’s getting ridiculous,” Sarah exclaimed.

Elena interjected, “You have been doing so well lately and you’re getting more of your light back everyday.”

“Plus you two have been dancing circles around each other for weeks, what with you hanging out with Enzo and Stefan with random girls you’re making each other crazy with jealousy,” Bonnie added.

“I’m not jealous!” Caroline argued.

“YES YOU ARE!” The other three yelled back.

Caroline folded her arms and put on her best pout. She wasn’t jealous because if she was she would know. After all she was the one that told Stefan that she wasn’t ready for being a couple. Even though the kiss between was amazing and Caroline had relived it practically everyday, she did just lose her mom and a relationship was the last thing on her mind.

Although it had been a few months and Caroline had thought she was finally ready, but then the flirting started. Stefan and her were out and one minute they were talking, but the next Stefan was talking to a different girl.

Caroline wanted to throttle her.

So what else could she do, but start talking to Enzo because Stefan was too busy to talk. However as soon as she started talking to Enzo Stefan started flirting with more girls, he even went on a few dates. So on and on it went, a perpetual loop of jealousy and hurt.

“Caroline we’re sorry, we just-” Elena started, but was cut off, as Caroline got up. “Care? What are you doing?”

Caroline however just ignored them and marched towards Stefan and his new flirting partner that were in a very competitive game of pool. The blonde bimbo was just taking about good Stefan was at pool and Caroline had to resist the urge to snap her neck.

“Hey Stefan,” Caroline spoke loudly in a voice full of fake cheer.

“Oh hey Care,” Stefan greeted, his voice was a tone that sounded so cocky that it wasn’t him. “Victoria and I were just playing a game of pool, where’s Enzo?”

“Oh well considering that we are just friends I actually have no idea where he is,” Caroline answered, in a voice that was sickly sweet.

Stefan’s fake air of cockiness broke for a second, as a look of concern appeared on his face. If there was one thing that Stefan was good for it was being able to read Caroline and she was practically radiating sadness.

“Look Victoria I’ll see you later okay? I need to talk to Caroline for a minute,” Stefan told her, in his sweet voice.

Frowning the other girl left the bar, but not before shooting Caroline a death stare, which Carolin immediately returned.

“So was someone jealous?” Stefan asked.

“Oh shut up!” Caroline grinned as she wrapped her arms around his neck and connected their lips. Cheers could be heard from the table where Elena, Bonnie and Sarah were sitting, but it didn’t really matter. Stefan and Caroline were lost in their own world and the world couldn’t be brighter.

After they broke apart to catch their breather Stefan finally spoke, “You know I should make you jealous more often you’re cute when you’re angry!”

Caroline just rolled her eyes at that and reconnected their lips.