on the left is a guard member

Mom Friend

Ok but imagine how the aliens would react to the idea of the “mom friend”. Like the crew is losing their mind over the fact their human is reckless, doing so many dangerous things that would have killed any other race but of course it’s fine because it’s a human and those things are so hard to kill anyway.

The only planet that is a danger to a human is the one it came from.

So when the human-Kat comes into the control room with that adorable hopeful face a lot of the crew members are instantly on guard. The last time Human-Kat had that expression they almost lost Xe'rex to the waves of that one planet that Human-Kat just had to “Surf”.

“Can my friend Lola come meet us for the 34-OJ mission? She’s right in our pathway to that new planet? Please?” Huamn-Kat says and though they want nothing more then to say no, the crew of 626- Launch can’t say anything else other then yes.  They know how humans react when left alone for too long. Humans claim that their greatest criminals are placed in “solitary confinement” as punishment which goes very far to show how much bonds affect their life spans.

Human-Kat needs human interaction to stay alive and sane (or as sane as humans can be)

So the crew  agrees to have Friend-Lola on the voyage, slightly terrified of having two humans. But when the new human arrives it is not what they expected.

“Kat, have you finished your paperwork? Come on man, you know it’s due in like a day. Get on it.”

“Whoa dude, I love you ok. But no. You are not going to go surfing down there. It’s for your own good.”

“Girl you got the promotion?! Yes! Ok Ok! We need to celebrate with girls night in!”

“Hey I have some tissues in my bag somewhere hold on. There ya go.”

“Look at this game I picked up on RE-vr’. It’s just like Cards against Humanity but space!”

“Go. To. Sleep. Kat.”

“Remember that pact we made in high school? The one where I would stop you from doing something that will get you arrested or killed? Yeah well I’m calling it into action and saying that you do not lick anything on a unknown planet!“ 

This Human…holds common sense? That is possible for that race?!

After Friend-Lola leaves they ask Human-Kat about this and she merely laughs while swiping through photographs she had taken with the other human.

"Well Lola is the mom friend.”

And the crew of 626-Luanch are so confused because they have already seen photos of Human-Kat’s birth givers and they look nothing alike not to mention Human-Kat already has a Mom. Do humans have more then one “Mom”?

“Oh you know a mom friend is the one friend in a group that keeps everyone else from dying.” Human-Kat jokes.

But the crew is amazed. They have learn the reason humanity haven’t killed itself off. They send a message to every out post in the area.

If xe have a human on-board make sure that they are accompanied by a Mom Friend. These are the humans in charge of keeping other humans alive and well-behaved. 

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Runner AU

I’m so excited to finally get to share this AU with you guys!!

This au all happens in a world where the governtment is super corrupted. Everything is controlled by the most powerful corporations and the richest of people. Got money, then you have the power. 

Technology is rather advanced and nearly all info is stored as data. However, it’s nearly impossible for rebels to hack into the systems and gather information and proof to fight the system. That’s why there is runners. Runners use parkour to get all over the city, fast and unnoticed, and break into corporations to personally get to the data and information that can help the rebellion. 

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An Old Challenger Approaches

So our DM has a special rule in his sessions to keep things fresh. On character creation we designate what our ultimate life goal for the character is. If this goal is achieved, the character retires unless he/she has found a new worthy goal to work towards. These characters hang around a guild the oldest character created to swap stories and help out the newbies. If you earned the Guildmaster’s favor, she gave you a one time use magic mirror to call in some backup.

Our party is currently infiltrating a cult of snake worshippers and had just been found out. Outnumbered, they were running through the broken down temple the cult had been using.

Fighter: “You just had to drag every ’s’ in front of the head guy!”

Bard: “Sssorry!”

Wizard: “I hate you so much…”

DM: as you round the corner, you see they cult members have blocked the door and all of the exits. The moon hangs high in the sky, which means that any guards around this slum had long since left their posts.

Fighter: “I guess we are gonna have to fight. There’s too many of them.”

Wizard: “Wait! I’m gonna use the mirror!”

The DM gets a huge smile: “Ok! Lets see who you get!”

We hear about 4 dice rolls and some shuffling of paper as he pulls out the character sheet.

DM: “Everyone make a perception check.”

Everyone rolls above 10.

DM holds his phone above the screen and plays the Pacific Rim theme. Bard’s player cheers!

DM: “As you stand your ground against the cultists, you feel a rumble in the ground. You look to once of the stained glass windows to see a huge shadow raise it’s arm. With a shatter, a huge fist crashes through and you hear a young voice yell ‘Here I come to save the day!’”

The mirror had called in Stevie, a ten year old artificer character who’s goal was to construct the ultimate bully deterrent. He had succeeded with a Huge shield guardian who he affectionately named, “Bubba.”

Needless to say, the cult ended that night.

anonymous asked:

jughead is in prison and meets betty through a penpal programme

“Jones. Mail time.”

Jughead jones looked up from his bunk, peering over his worn out edition of “Howl”. He never got mail, not anymore. People had stopped trying, friends had given up, family never cared. Nobody loves a criminal.

Rykers island was one of the worst federal state penitentiaries in all of New York and Jughead Jones was one of their most frequent inmates. The dark haired 25 year old had been in and out of prison since they day he turned eighteen, being a part of the Notorious Southside gang “The Serpents” jail was something written in the stars, he was currently finishing up a three year stint for drug distribution. Unlike his gang mates, he wasn’t proud. He didn’t want this life, didn’t even choose it, he was born into it, molded by his father from the time he was five years old.

That brought him back to the current situation, no one would write him letters, he’d told his sister he didn’t want her having any part of the jail system and his gang members were either alongside him in jail or merely didn’t care. His mother had left him when he was younger and his father had a gang to run.

“You sure it’s for me John?” Jughead entered the mail room, his hands shoved in his pockets as the older guard handed him a tiny white envelope with a floral stamp in the right hand corner, the hand writing distinctly feminine.

“Sure is Jughead, never smelt a letter so pretty, you got someone sweet on you at home?” The seventy Year old southern man grinned as Jughead blushed and shoved the letter into his grey body suit.

“Nah. Probably spam.” He threw a lazy wave and practically sprinted back to his bunk, dropping back onto the bed and removing the letter from his pocket.

“Smells good, don’t know what that old mans talking about.” Jughead mumbled, pausing a moment before looking around quickly and shoving the envelope under his nose. Well damn, it did smell good.

Peaches and vanilla, kind of like the smoothies they had at the gas stations back home. He scanned over the handwriting, his eyes landing in the name written in the corner.

Betty Cooper
134 Elm Street
Riverdale OH

Who the hell was Betty Cooper and why was she writing him a letter? He sighed deeply, nothing good could come from a letter, more bad news, maybe his father had kicked the bucket finally and this was one of his many women letting Jughead know.

Jughead tore the letter open, slicing through it like a pro.


“Dear Jughead Jones,
Hello! My name is Betty Cooper and I’m from Riverdale Ohio. I know that this is very strange, to be receiving a letter from an absolute stranger! I should start off by saying I recieved your name from a pen pal program my school is doing for the fall semester. I should also start off by saying I am 24 years old and not a student, I teach first grade. Now, I have to admit I was very hesitant to allow my students to do this penpal program, I mean first graders writing to felons? It’s a bit odd don’t you think? Never the less my boss insisted so here we are! I do not know anything about you, much as you do not know anything about me! I hope to change that though, I do hope you answer me. I should tell you a bit about myself. I grew up in Riverdale and went to community college where I got my teaching certification, I love my job but it is only part time. I also own a bakery in town, most of my efforts go to perfecting my cakes and cookies! Perhaps I can send you some? If you like sweets that is. Oh I really hope you do. I do not have any animals but I’m in the market to get a dog! I just bought my very first house! (Very exciting) well that’s all I can think of for this letter, please write back about yourself! I hope to hear from you very soon Jughead Jones. Stay safe and be loved
- Betty Cooper”

Jughead traced the words on the paper, his fingers looping over her swirly cursive, she was eccentric and quirky and he could almost feel the sunshine she put out into the world. He found himself wanting to know more about her, it was an odd feeling… to care for someone. He wouldn’t write back, he couldn’t write back. What would he say? Hi, this is Jughead, I rob banks and sell drugs. Dropping the letter over his face Jughead sighed.

Pathetic. He was pathetic.

He placed the letter on his bedside table.
He would keep it but he wouldn’t write back.

Two hours later Jughead was covered in crumpled paper as he held up a page long letter and shoved it into an envelope.

What’s the worst thing that could happen?
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Hey I kinda really like this. Possible multichapter?

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Not my gif. Gif credit goes to the amazing creators!

Requested By: Anonymous.

Based On: If you have the time could you write something for being Thranduil’s queen and you getting hurt by one of his guards and Thranduil getting very angry and protective. By the way I absolutely adored the thorin helping you with your hair one you wrote.

A/N: Of course I’ll write this for you, lovely! I hope that you enjoy what I’ve come up with. Thank you! I’m glad that you enjoyed it. Thanks for your request and request as many imagines as you would like. c: - Kat


Word count: 944 ( I think I overdid it slightly )

Warning’s: Some blood, protective Thranduil, angry Thranduil, pretty much Thranduil being a douche to the member of the guard that hurt you. Some fluff at the end. (Let me know if I forgot anything)

Disclaimer: I do not own Thranduil or Mirkwood, Tolkien does.


Your head swung to left with a rashness that stunned the Elven King. The armored elbow that belonged to one of the members of the Woodland Realms’ Guard, collided and crunched viciously into your jaw bone. You were simultaneously flung across the platform, a loud cry coming from your mouth, echoing throughout the kingdom, halted everything and everyone within it’s path.

The guard grew tense as he turned to you, finally restraining the prisoner that had riled up a riot of his own. Even the prisoner looked fearfully up at the King of Mirkwood.

Like an arrow, King Thranduil shot up from his throne and onto his feet, his sapphire orbs agape, astonishment flooding through them. He had never dreamed of the day that a member of his own guard would ever possess such ungainly body movements! It was a complete disgrace and the king’s blood was surely boiling.

Soon the king’s bewilderment vanished, revealing an untamed rage towards the solider. Though, his eyes flickered over momentarily to you, not missing the blood trickle from your nose and mouth, the bruise beneath your slender long fingers as you cradled the damaged half of your face. Nobody moved a muscle and nobody dared to breathe.

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The occupation and blockade of Wounded Knee began as a demonstration for Lakota rights organized by members of the AIM. For the Lakota people, the community has great significance. In 1890, Wounded Knee was the site of a major clash between the Lakota and the United States Army, an event many consider to be the end of the Indian Wars.

Little Kylux things I get emotional about at night

Hux and Kylo are rivals, and although I love their hatefuck-proneness as much as the next guy, rewatching the movie again (and again, and again) I became obsessed with the thought that their resentment might be pretty fucking recent, and that despite everything, Kylo trusts the shit out of Hux. Emotinal and biased meta under the cut.

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Final Fantasy XV Drabbles

Read under the tab. <3 (update 9/20/2017)

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List of what the Statues said during the trial + possible meanings (TAZ Spoilers!)
  • “They willingly tear out their souls” (Barry and Lup becoming Liches)
  • “They shatter the very will of God”
  • “Who are they to take the fate of the world in their hands?”
  • “They’ll burn the world down around them”
  • “We must find the seven [Inaudible, presumably grand relics]”
  • “There will be a necessary betrayal” (THB betraying the Bureau) 
  • “They abandoned their family” (Probably Merle being away from his kids for so long???)
  • “They run away from the town they killed” (Phandalin)
  • “They run away from the town they let die” (Phandalin, again)
  • “They killed so many Goblins” (Amount of Goblins they killed during Here Be Gerblins)
  • “There will [inaudible] the town will be engulfed” (Probably Phandalin????)
  • “Such brutality, for what?
  • "They killed him in the streets, threw his body off a cliff” (Murdering a gang member in Petals To The Metal)
  • “They took time from their rescue just to steal from the bank” (Stealing from the Goldcliff Bank in Petals To The Metal)
  • “They assault the guardian of clay” (Attacking Rosswell in The Eleventh Hour)
  • “So much cruetly towards a child who loves them” (How cruel THB is to Angus)
  • “They know they’ll forget(? dont know if I heard that right)”
  • “He took the guards with them, left them to the monsters”
  • “A terrible choice, it is not theirs to make”
  • “It is nobodies to make”

If any of y’all heard some of the stuff I didn’t understand, you know what one of these mean, or if I got something wrong, feel free to add on!

Rose (Prequel to “Breathless”)

OTP(s): Byun Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2,266

Sypnosis: For once, Byun Baekhyun is the victim of endless charm.

A/N: Based off the song by Dynamic Duo’s Gaeko. I actually can’t believe I’m writing a fluff for Byun Baekhyun and not a smut, but okay, times are a’changin’, I guess. 


Baekhyun stooped over the polished mahogany table by the door, sweeping a water bottle from the surface. Popping free the top, he closed his lips over the opening, letting an icy tress of wate chill his trachea. A lick of sweat came to drip from his earlobe to the slope of his throat, kissing the bobbing region of skin. Releasing the cloth of his shirt from its sticky hold on his tomach, he eased the top back over the opening, sinking into the chair nearest to him with a rough plop, water bottle crunching against his fingers.

The door gently lulled open, emptying a wave of shrill gasps and screams from the fans, eager to meet their precious idols.

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MirrorVerse Vox Machica Headcanons:

> Vex’ahlia & Vax’ildan wind up on the streets of Stillben after burning Syngorn down, after Vex finds Trinket and happily eviscerates his captors, after the twins find their mother’s town burned to cinders. They don’t let one another out of sight, not even for the day, so Vax accompanies Vex into the forest, and Vex joins the Clasp.
   They’re on a job with a number of other Clasp members, breaking into a mage’s inner sanctum, when someone misses a trap—a trap that kills Vex instantly. Before anyone can really register it, the oblivious thief has his throat slit, and Vax is running down the street with Vex’s body in his arms. They come to the temple of the Raven Queen, and Vax threatens a novice into attempting a resurrection ritual, offering himself. He has nothing else of value. The Raven Queen doesn’t answer, but something else does. Something that calls itself the Whispered One. In exchange for Vex’s life, the twins are to go north to Whitestone; Vax agrees, of course he does, and Vex rises from the alter, eyes dark and skin cold. She takes the acolyte as her first meal, and Vax watches pitilessly. As long she’s with him, nothing else matters. 

> Keyleth is about to leave for her Aramente when a green dragon descends upon Zephra, killing several druids with one breath, then snatched one of the elders up, demanding their aid in curing it from some virulent disease. Her father grabbed Keyleth by the shoulders and told her to flee, to get to one of the other tribes and enlist their aid. She managed to make it to the Earth Ashari in Terrah, but found that the town had already been destroyed—buildings melted, the bodies of the druids ripped apart and left where they la— and, horrified, the druid just wandered her way back into the woods, slowly going feral and vicious alone in the wilderness.

> Pike Lightheart comes from a long line of clerics of Sarenrae, though her grandfather broke from the goddess and turned to a life of crime. He was a cruel, miserly old gnome, but he was the only family Pike had. It took a goliath—Grog, he called himself—stepping in when Wilhand had raised his hand to her yet again for her to get free of him. She never felt as free as when Grog offered her a hand up, and together they walked away from Wilhand’s broken body.
     They tried going back to the Herd of Storms, but the goliaths had no use for a gnome among their ranks, and immediately turned on them. Grog wasn’t able to stop them from advancing, and quickly got the shit beaten out of him. Pike, panicking and terrified for her new friend, she heard a dark whisper in  mind, promising her power, promising the destruction of her enemies, promising her revenge, and Pike accepted. The goddess Calistria blessed her then, and Pike threw a sacred flame into their faces, smoke curling off of it and into their lungs. A few fell coughing, and the rest ran from the tiny gnome standing over her new friend, whose snarling face now cast fear into their hearts.

- Tibereus Stormwind, youngest member of the magic guild in Draconia, is also the youngest ex-member. He began studying fell magics, once his mind wandered and his request to travel out in the world had been denied, magics that had long been forbidden among the dragonborn. But he wanted more than anything to wander the world, to discover what it held, and after being denied his wish one too many times, he turned all that he learned on the council. They tried to imprison him—tried— only for him to decimate the guards and destroy the prison. He simply left, after that, and the council exiled him as a matter of course.

- Scanlan Shorthalt has been kicked out of more inns and taverns and travelling troupes than he can recall. Other people just don’t seem to get his sense of humor, can’t seem to take a joke. And those drummers deserved what they got, thinking just because he’s a gnome he’d take their shit. He destroyed the goblin tribe that hurt his mother, singing at the top of his lungs through his tears, striking them with lightning, one bolt after the other, pushing them back until they had no place to run but right onto his blade. After all that, he’s not scared of any damn thing the world can throw at him. His songs have power, he has the charm, and he’s not going to let other people’s petty morality get in the way of him squeezing every ounce of life out of the world.

Percival Fredrickson von Mussel Kowalski de Rolo III is slowly going insane in Whitestone. The town is small and full of simple-minded townsfolk. His siblings are, largely, simpering gits. His parents disapprove of his experiments, won’t give him the funds to improve the weapon he’s been working on, and to top it all off, they’re expecting him to make an advantageous marriage to some perfectly respectable baron’s daughter. Which would be fine if she wasn’t a complete and utter bore. It’s all “stop blowing up parts of the castle, Percival, you can’t try your pepperbox out on the servants, Percival, no acid at the dinner table Percival.” Contempt builds in him by the day, but he stays his hand; he doesn’t want to rule, and it would be more trouble than it’s worth to try and oust his parents, Julius, Julius’ son and Vesper.  
     That changes when a small, eclectic band makes their way to Whitestone, and their gorgeous half-elven leader makes him a deal; let them into the castle, and he’ll have all the funds he could ever wish for his experiments, as well as all the test subjects he could need. The Free City of Whitestone falls that night. And the rest, as they say, is history.

ya know what I would really like to see. 

A fic where instead of killing Genji (and not succeeding). Hanzo pulls an Itachi and just takes out the whole council and all his corrupt family that is left over. 

And Genji comes home, after a night out on the town, business as usual expecting the guards to frown and shake their heads before muttering into their coms to alert a council member. or for Hanzo to be waiting for him with that truly magnificent scowl on his face. 

Instead everything is quite. 

Genji is confused and a little suspicious, his years of training flashing through his head, his instincts screaming in his guts, the dragon growling in his soul. So he sneaks through the estate. gone is the cocky attitude he drags in from the bars and the parties, replaced with assassin groomed from birth. He makes a bee line for the family’s quarters, needing to know that his brother has not been attacked. 

It’s here that he finds the first body.

 It is Amano-San. A cousin on his late grandmothers side, bearing the blood of the Shimada Clan even if it is diluted. His lifeless eyes stare at the rafters, a look of shock and pain forever etched onto his face. Genji can tell his death was not a quick one. A gaping hole in his chest suggesting he had been stabbed from the front, he would have bled out looking into his attackers eyes. 

Genji had never liked the man, the council member having been quick to point out his every flaw, calling again and again for Genji’s seat at the council to be filled with someone who would at the very least show up for meetings. These complaints had become louder and more frequent since his Father’s death, yet the assassin still felt a stiring of pity for his late cousin. 

He carefully makes his way around the pool of blood not wanting to impare his footwork should he too be attacked and marvels slightly at the sheer amount. He hopes he will never have to see that much blood ever again. 

His hopes are ignored

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So I really like this idea, and I will add some more to it later but for now I must away to the work place. 

I Caught Fire: Part 1 - A Roan x Reader Imagine

Originally posted by bobmorleyisking

Summary: You’re an Ice Nation warrior with a soft spot for the prince but your affection for one another brings your relationship to a dangerous end.

Warnings: Mild violence

Rating: T

Words: 3,353


Thick, white snow blanketed the palace grounds and tiny snow crystals floated down from the sky. There was an icy chill in the air as deep winter cloaked itself over the Ice Nation. And even now, as the blue sky turned gray and blotted out with dark clouds, Azgeda battle training continued, paying no mind to the inclement weather.

There were menacing warriors of various statures lined up across the stony courtyard. All were outfitted in traditional Ice Nation garb – warm furs and animal skins – to sheath their bodies from the cold as they clasped their heavy, crude swords in their hands. They obediently followed strict sword drills as they were called out by a single combat chief. This group of men and women were the picture of a perfectly disciplined military unit and they operated as a single, well-oiled machine.

The clanging blades and breathless grunts of a wayward pair could scarcely be heard beneath the hearty battle cries of the many soldiers. These sounds belonged to you and the prince. The two of you were just below the courtyard and outside of the palace walls, participating in one-on-one lessons.

Scraggly brown hair danced in the gusty wind as the young prince shuffled backward across the forest floor and away from the point of your sword. Duck, dodge, and parry – he slipped in and out of the trees and left soft footprints in the snow. A small smirk curved the corner of his mouth, a small gesture that told you he was growing more and more confident in evading your strikes.

A quick taunt escaped his lips as he blocked your next attack.  

“Is that the best you’ve got?” Roan sneered.

“You’re cocky, Ice Prince. You shouldn’t underestimate me,” you replied with another swing of your sword.

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Noctis confesses to reader

This little story was a request by @shadow-hokage ages ago and I feel horrible that it’s taken so long. I hope it’s something like you wanted although I wasn’t able to unclude the smut scene for you. 

Also, Noct isn’t engaged to Luna here. 

Word Count: 1714

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monsta x as prisoners

shownu:

  • cell mates with wonho
  • never talks unless hes hungry
  • intimidates wonho
  • secretly thinks wonho’s gonna jump him if he says anything wrong
  • on the downlow 
  • when did he even join? no one knows
  • completely suspicious about everything 
  • sits on the far end of the lunch table, thinking about life
  • everyone believes he poisoned their food
  • you can’t eat unless he does first
  • is he mad? upset? sad? no one knows

wonho:

  • the “soft” prisoner 
  • partners with shownu
  • hates it
  • got everyone thinking he was wrongly accused 
  • straight face in the cell, talks shit about shownu when hes out
  • “how do u survive him bro?” “i don’t even know bro”
  • weight lifts on his free time
  • highkey oretty scary
  • lowkey cant hurt a fly
  • upset with shownu
  • shownu doesn’t care
  • eyes for kihyun

minhyuk:

  • got everyone convinced he went crazy
  • cell mates with jooheon
  • secretly in love with who knows what
  • when did he join? 8 years ago, when will he leave? no one knows
  • leaves early for good behavior 
  • has connections everywhere
  • would you believe me if i said even with satan 
  • has his own custom made jumpsuit 
  • “orange wasn’t my style”
  • jooheon is intrugued 

kihyun:

  • wants shownu, shownu’s too busy dealing with a raging wonho
  • cell mates with changkyun
  • gives him a bed time
  • doesn’t even know why he’s there (kihyun)
  • just showed up one day
  • hides during outside moments
  • secretly fears jooheon, thinks wonho’s full of shit
  • tries to assert his dominance by calling people by their id number
  • gets pushed around, files for physical harassment 
  • tries to deal with the big guys, gets left alone for a week for even trying
  • he’s just tryna survive man

hyungwon:

  • oh wait, was he there the entire time??
  • prolly has life in prision
  • changkyun’s in love
  • has his own personal bodyguards bc that pretty face
  • wonho’s one of them
  • can’t lift, gets laughed at by wonho
  • is partners with no one, is also lonely
  • claims he loves his free space
  • picks on kihyun, kihyun won’t have it

jooheon:

  • oh boy, what’d he do? no one knows
  • doesn’t care he’s behind bars, just enjoys the free food
  • in love with minhyuk
  • minhyuk is oblivious 
  • gets picked on by kihyun
  • lets him think he’s superior
  • starts a two member party in his cell with minhyuk
  • somehow friends with the guards 
  • “so how’s your wife holding up while you’re out here, jeff?”
  • gets put in the cold room for starting a fight with kihyun 

i.m:

  • goes by “i am what i am man”
  • honestly …. who the hell is this guy
  • his last name? no one knows
  • is very intimidating
  • wishes kihyun could be scared of him
  • pretty gloomy and dark
  • would do anything for hyungwon, anything
  • stays up at night plotting kihyun’s death 
  • has a secret hatred for jooheon
  • thinks shownu gives off bad vibes
  • came in for murder
  • tries to stay longer for hyungwon
Alone with the Shadows {Drunk Prompt #1}

For one of my fav babes, @raconteurwitch
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It wasn’t often that he was left alone in the House of Wind. At least one of the members of Azriel’s family always had some business to attend to at the palace in the mountains.
With Cassian at the Illyrian camps, training the fledgling warriors and his High Lord and Lady away visiting the Summer Court, the rest of the Inner Circle in tow. Seeing as Amren was as likely to stay behind in Velaris as Cass was to befriend Bryaxis, it seems it fell to either he or Mor to stay behind and guard Velaris.
“Go,” he had said, as she bit her full lips and longing of the sun and sand filled her eyes. She’d embraced him and kissed his cheek, an action that didn’t thrill him as it would have before she told him the truth.
Elain had also elected to stay in Velaris, spending much of her time in the libraries, learning all she could about her abilities and the visions that were becoming more frequent and clear.
After ensuring that Elain had been properly escorted back to the townhouse, he had flown into House and took a quick efficient shower. After spending a couple of hours pouring over documents he’d received from one of his spies in the Autumn Court, he decided to call it an early evening.
Changing into a loose, grey tunic, so different from the usual black leathers he wore, he allowed his shadows to bleed into the world, feeling and tasting the things around him. A glass of whiskey rested in his scarred hand, a luxury he usually wouldn’t have afforded himself, but the shields he, Rhys and Cass has placed around the city held strong, he let his mind wander to the brown-eyed beauty in the townhouse far bwelow.
He closed his eyes and willed his shadows to feel her. In his mind, he could see the sensual curve of her lips, the smirk that would appear when she said something to embarrass him. He could imagine the way his arm would wrap around her thin waist. The swell of her breasts tempted him to no end and before he knew what was happening, his scarred hand was wrapped around himself.
As he stroked his length, he imagined all the things he longed to do to her. Her golden-brown curls were always placed perfectly around her face. He wanted nothing more than to see what the strands felt like wrapped around his fingers, as he thrust into her from behind. To grasp those this sensual hips, to see if she would gasp in the same way she did when one of her flowers bloomed beautifully.
His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he pumped, quicker and quicker, thinking of how she would look on top of him. Her breasts, though smaller than the females who surrounded him, were always a distraction. She adored human fashions still and lace always seemed to frame her cleavage, drawing his eyes to them. He would reach up and tweak her nipple, eventually taking it into his mouth as he thrust up into her.
“Elain, fuck.” Her name came out as a strangled moan as he came closer and closer to the edge.
Gripping his cock roughly, he spilled himself onto his sheets of his bed and attempted to catch his breath.
As he settled his breathing, he counted the days off in his head. Everyone else would be gone for another 5 days and it was only going to be the two of them. He heard a noise coming from the living room and sent a tendril of shadows towards the sound.
“Az?” Her voice lifted through the halls.
He shot up and his shadows pulled back to him.
Correction, it would be the three of them: Elain, Azriel, and his shadows.

Royalty AU Ideas

((I know this is a common AU, but I just had a few ideas that I wanted to jot down because I may or may not be planning to write a fanfic centered on this universe. ))

Anti:
-King of the kingdom.
-Crowned at a young age and tends to be brash compared to how a king is ‘supposed to act’.
-Known to be a near merciless soldier and for his apparent bloodlust. He always insists on leading his army into battle.
-Adored by some, feared by many.
-Often seems to lean towards violence.
-Observant, although it may not seem like it. People must be weary of what they say about the King.

Chase:
-Castle staff
-Not technically the King’s personal servant, but runs into him a lot when completing chores.
-Despite having a rocky relationship with his wife, he misses her and his kids, who he haven’t been able to see after joining the castle staff.
-Has a cap he always wears, given to him by his children before he left.
-He has impressive throwing accuracy and likes to practise said accuracy with a small wooden ball he keeps in his pocket.

Jackieboy Man:
-Member of the Royal Guard
-Insists on always wearing a blue masquerade mask in public. It’s rumoured he even wears it when going into battle.
-Despite being in the Royal Guard, he disagrees quite heavily with the King’s opinions and decisions, especially when it leads to unnecessary violence or wars.
-Childhood friends with Marvin and shares a house with him to avoid staying in the castle.

Marvin the Magnificent:
-Stable boy
-Practises his magic in his spare time but doesn’t dare share it due to the superstitious nature of the town, although he wishes he could.
-Similar to Jackie, he’s nearly always seen with a white cat mask in public.
-He gets along very well with the animals he works with, and people are often amazed at how quickly he can calm an animal.
-Childhood friends with Jackie and lives with him for the company. They also share a horse for when either need to travel.

Dr Schneeplestein:
-Doctor in the village.
-Paints in his spare time, but never tries to persue it as a profession. His confidence had been knocked by his parents.
-Lost his wife and son after they were attacked during a war and blames the King wholeheartedly for their deaths.
   -(He says, although he feels guilty that he couldn’t save them)
-Hides his grief with alcohol and his reliability in his profession has been on a downward spiral ever since. He struggles to raise his daughter between it all.

Robbie:
-Executioner
-Hates his job, and only continues because it is the only thing keeping him alive. He still has a death sentence over his head.
-Has difficulty speaking without pain and can only manage a few words at a time.
-Sometimes goes to the cells to keep prisoners company in their last hours because he knows how scary it feels to be trapped in a dark cell for hours on end.
-Comes from a very poor family and is worryingly thin despite being properly fed by the castle staff.

A Sheep in Wolf’s Clothing

Fandom: Star Trek AOS.
Pairing: 
Leonard McCoy X Reader.
Prompt: Stop talking about love for a minute and help me with this bullet wound.” For @kaitymccoy123‘s Spring has Sprung challenge.
Word Count: 1514.
Warnings:
minor description of a bullet wound, a little bit of blood, mentions of violence.
Rating: Teen+.
Genre: action, fluff.
Summary: An away mission gone awry has reader admitting feelings she wasn’t quite ready to have out in the open yet.
Author’s Note: The title is a play on the old expression of biblical origin for something that’s not as it appears.  This was hastily written and I feel like it felt a lot better in my head than it does on paper, but I hope you enjoy it, loves!  Especially you, Kaity dearest!


A Sheep in Wolf’s Clothing

Everything around you has long since faded away.  Your world is reduced to the immediate bubble of space around your body as you pace nervously back and forth in the wake of a firefight that’s left the guards who’d chased you and Dr. McCoy out of town out of ammo and far behind.

It was supposed to be a peaceful, run-of-the-mill supply drop off for the town’s medical clinic.  Starfleet had never had problems with this planet’s people before, and so you the captain had decided a security detail wasn’t necessary.  A doctor and nurse were plenty for the short trip down, he’d said, and so you’d come along on his orders.

You supposed it wasn’t Jim’s fault that female crew members had always historically come down in dress uniforms and that they didn’t appreciate how short your dress was.  It also wasn’t his fault that they had reacted with violence against your sacrilege.  You were the one feeling personally responsible for the whole situation now.  Ordinarily you would have changed into a more practical uniform, but because you were only supposed to be planetside for a few minutes to makes the exchange, you’d elected not to waste any time getting into different clothes so you could just get the whole mission over and done with.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

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