or maybe i will but not in a while

  • Oscar: So, Ruby, do you come here often?
  • Professor Ozpin: (What are you doing?)
  • Oscar: (She's cute, I was going to ask her out.)
  • Professor Ozpin: (NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!)
  • Ruby: Not really, this is my first time visiting Mistral. What about you?
  • Oscar: Shut up and stop yelling at me! You can't stop me from living my life!
  • Ruby: Huh?
  • Oscar: Oh! Err nothing! I haven't been here either, maybe we could go on a walk and explore the place a bit?
  • *Qrow suddenly grabs Oscar's bar stool and drags it to the far end of the room, furthest from Ruby, before glaring at him*
  • Qrow: You're gonna wanna do what Oz tells you, shrimpy, because while we're both around, you're not going anywhere alone with my niece, kapeesh?
  • Professor Ozpin: (I told you.)

I’ve been listening to ars paradoxica so imagine peridot is a scientist who accidentally invents a time machine and travels back in time. Jasper is the sexy military grunt who helps her adjust to life in the 1940s

walker-of-yggdrasil  asked:

Angs prompt idea :) : Kylo turn back to the light and become Ben Solo again and Hux expect to stay with him in sake of their love (maybe he want to redeem himself too ?) Except that Ben is now disgusted by him/ forgot totally about him and only see him as a fanatic terrorist (I'm sorry :D)


Hux can’t help but stand from the bench in his cell and leap towards the door when he sees Kylo suddenly standing on the other side, finally come to his lover’s rescue. Hux has been imprisoned by these barbaric bounty hunters for weeks now, spending every second of his time in captivity wishing to see his brave and beautiful knight on the other side of the door.

But as Hux stares at Kylo through the reinforced glass, he doesn’t feel the sense of elation he thought he would.

Kylo looks…different. Instead of his infamous black robes, he’s wearing a pair of navy slacks, a white shirt and a black vest. Even his hair; the luscious locks of dark hair that Hux hated to love is tied back into a messy bun at the nape of his neck, hidden as though forbidding Hux from running his fingers through it like he’s missed doing.

Kylo’s dark eyes are filled with light, a sparkle that looks like hope and no sign of any sort of darkness that Kylo’s soul is supposed to be filled with. Hux swallows hard but regardless, as soon as Kylo has opened the door to his cell, Hux’s arms are around his neck in the strongest hug he’s ever given. Having his lover come to his rescue is almost enough to send Hux into tears but he holds them back, burying his face in Kylo’s shoulder.

Only when Hux’s mind has quietened does he realise that Kylo has remained abnormally still.

“Ren?” Hux whispers, frowning. “Why won’t you hold me?”

As Hux’s wishes, Kylo’s hands find themselves on his waist and, for a moment, the galaxy is right.

But even the burn of a sun’s supernova wouldn’t be as painful as feeling Kylo’s hands push him away. Hux stumbles back with a startled gasp, eyes wide with fear.

“Ren?” Hux doesn’t understand. The man in front of him looks like his Kylo but everything about his movements and expressions is screaming at Hux to back away from him.

The imposter flexes his fingers, and Hux can’t help but glance to the lightsaber hanging from his belt and then to the blaster in the holster on his opposite hip.

Kylo despises blasters.

“That’s not my name,” Kylo says, and Hux feels his stomach drop. “My name is Ben. Solo.”

“No,” Hux gasps, shaking his head. “Your name is Kylo Ren. Master of the Knights of Ren and heir to the Dark Side. Ben Solo is dead. You told me so yourself!”

Hux recalls the countless times that Kylo has recited stories from his childhood to him, telling him tales of a young boy called Ben who felt unloved and lost, a boy who was sacrificed in order for Kylo Ren to be born.

Hux shivers, feeling as though he’s staring down a ghost.

“The Resistance has bartered with your captors for your release, General,” Ben says, pulling a pair of thick binders off his belt. “And I’m here to arrest you.”

Hux opens his mouth to speak but a broken heave for air comes out instead, and he wonders whether the sound is his soul shattering into a thousand shards, piercing his heart, threatening to render him to his knees and beg for someone to wake him from this nightmare.

“It’d be best if you remained calm, Starkiller,” Ben sneers, spitting out the nickname that he’d whispered to Hux whilst kissing over his freckles, comparing them to stardust. “The Resistance are going to make you answer for your crimes against the galaxy. And snakes like you don’t deserve mercy.”

Ren, for stars sake! Snap out of it!” Hux cries, backhanding Ben across the face, whipping some hairs out of his bun. He hangs his head, hair obscuring his eyes. “They’ve done something to you! Manipulated you! It’s me, it’s your ‘Tidge, don’t do this. Please.”

Ben brings his communicator up to his lips, face still hidden to Hux’s eyes.

“This is Captain Solo. The prisoner is refusing to cooperate. I’m in need of back-up. Bring extra binders,” he says, and Hux flinches.

Yes, Captain. We’re on our way,” comes the static-y reply before Ben drops the comlink to the ground and stands up.

Hux’s breath is suddenly ripped away from him, an invisible hand curling around his throat as he’s pushed back to the wall, back hitting it with force to the point where he feels winded. Gasping, eyes wide, Hux clutches at his throat, terror swelling in every nerve when he looks up and sees the man he would give his final breath for attempting to steal it from him. Ben’s hand is outstretched, lip curled in a scowl, and Hux believes that his once-beautiful knight is going to kill him.

“K-Kylo…” Hux whispers, voice breaking, eyes slowly closing. “M-my moon and my s-stars.”

Ben falters for a moment, gasping as though in pain as he drops Hux from his Force-hold, and Hux can’t find the strength in his legs to hold himself up so collapses to the ground in a weakened heap, breathing ragged and broken. Tears stream down his cheeks, from the lack of air or from being completely heartbroken, Hux isn’t sure.

Either way, he doesn’t expect to look up and see Ben on his knees in front of him, eyes wide, dark and lost.

Ben cocks his head to the side as though a confused animal, eyebrows drawn together in a saddened frown, and Hux loses the remainder of his strength.

He lurches forwards, taking Ben’s plush lips up in a fervent and longing kiss, fill with desperation, a silent and absolute plea for Hux’s Ren to come back home.

“It’s me,” Hux whispers. “Ren. Wake up. This isn’t you.

Ben blinks hard, shaking his head, mouth falling open as though to finally say something

“Captain Solo!”

Hux flinches back when Ben stands up so abruptly, turning to face the gaggle of Resistance fighters who stand in the doorway, blasters trained on Hux.

“Cuff him,” one of the men says. “Get him back on the ship and lock him in the brig. Scum.”

Hux stares up at Ben, wanting to whisper his name but finds that it won’t come; he doesn’t believe Ben is the name of the man in front of him. They’d kissed—and Ben had kissed him back.

He doesn’t take note of the binders being snapped around his wrists, he doesn’t growl when he’s hauled to his feet, but he whimpers when he’s dragged past Ben and out of his cell, looking back over his shoulder at the lost boy standing alone.

Ben Solo is dead,’ Hux thinks, closing his eyes in some sort of relief. ‘Kylo Ren is alive. He’s alive.’

As he watches the Starkiller be dragged away, Ben reaches up and touches his lips, feeling as though a spark is nestled upon them, sending shivers down his spine, recalling how the General’s kiss had made him feel.

It felt familiar, it felt warm.

And it felt like home, like rushing in to your lover’s arms after a long time away, like falling into bed and sleeping next to each other, like existing with someone inside a bubble and not caring what the rest of the galaxy is doing because this is home.

But Ben pushes his hand against his throbbing temple. This couldn’t be: this is the first time he’s even met General Armitage Hux. That’s what his mother and uncle have told him.

And his family wouldn’t lie….would they?

donotgofuckinggently  asked:

I can't play 7.2 yet because I have stUDENT THINGS DUE and I'm trying to control myself plz sum it up for me in 200 words

Demons are bad

We go to their temporary house to kick them right in the dick


Turn that potential 100k artifact power token into a 400k artifact power token Then go even further, 25 more times!

Sephuz, now fairly decent*

Justice Gaze, still terrible

Odyn’s a jackass

Khadgar is a pretty shit wizard? Maybe? Idk he did good

Illidan, now with more edge

Get ready to board Legion airlines, our new flying.

Monsters hit the gym while you were gearing up and raising your ilvl and are now slightly more ripped. After breaking 900 ilvl, they took steroids and are far more ripped.

anonymous asked:

Hi! I sent this ask a while ago and idk if tumblr ate it, but I was looking for a fic on AO3. Phil saves Dans life multiple times, but when Dan tries to date him, Phil chooses his current boyfriend even though he's abusive. Please help, thanks.

Ripple - (tw) Phil has a cheating boyfriend. Dan is a poet with a crush, facing an ultimatum.

Could it be this one?

Tord’s heart leapt into his throat.  “…Oh?”  

“Yeah, and your mask, and the gun and… yeah.”  Edd shoved his hands in his pockets, obviously a little uncomfortable and upset.  

“And, uhm… what are you going to do with that?”  

Edd shook his head, letting out a quiet laugh.  “I can’t believe that’s even a question.  Like if you weren’t trying to be so secretive it wouldn’t even matter.  By the way, does Matt know about whatever you’re up to?”

“No.” His eyes downcast, Tord shrugged.  “No one does, not Paul or Pat either.  It’s been a… private project I guess, for a while now.”

“Then… I guess it’s going to stay that way.”

Tord looked back up at Edd, surprised.  “What?”

“You heard me.  I just… it’s not my secret to tell.”  Edd frowned, maybe trying to justify what he was about to say?  “I think, it would be worse if I let it slip than if you came out yourself and told the truth.  Especially for Tom, and for that matter Paul and Patryck too.”  Tord nodded, relief obvious as he opened his mouth to reply, but Edd cut him off.  “I still think you should just tell everyone, before someone else finds out.”

“I-I know, but… I can’t.  Not yet.”

“And that’s your call,” Edd answered, “Same with explaining what’s going on to me.  I don’t need to understand it, I just want to know it’s nothing too stupid/dangerous?”

“No, nothing compared to what I used to do.  It’s not even technically illegal, most of the time.” Tord let out a small laugh, accepting the hug Edd now offered.  “Thank you Edd.”

“No problem,” Edd mumbled, still slightly more subdued than his usual self.  “You want to join the others?”  

“Yeah, we should.”

Tom, Tord, Edd and Matt are all available for asks once again!

anonymous asked:

I know this might be a hassle, but could you maybe tag all your baby paladin art? I love seeing it but it's kind of hard to find while on your blog.

I keep forgetting about this so sorry for the late reply! 

I’ve thought of coming up with a specific tag for that! I know someone suggested “smoltron” once, but idk 

for now I’ll just say, I’m sorry, I don’t really have the time to come up with a tag and go back and label everything. I would like to though! I should really make a navigation page for some of my cosplay stuff as well, so maybe if I have free time and remember 

everyone headcanons lance as someone who really cares about his skin and takes really hood care of it (and this has been shown in canon too) but i think that we all forget that he is a teenage boy, and as a teenage boy-type person i can attest that while i try to take care of my skin, i either have no clue what the ingredients are in the DIY stuff or i end up using shitty substitutes for the ingredients i’m supposed to use


Voice Paintings!!!

I’ve been meaning to post something about these for a while! I kinda threw the idea out there and never really followed up on it.

For those of you that know, I have synesthesia. When I hear sounds, I see color. I like painting music and voices when time allows, and I’m taking commissions for them!

So if you want your voice painted or maybe some music you like, I can do that. I’ll even make it look like one of those little faces I paint all the time since a lot of them are actually based on colors if music and voices.

I’m still debating on pricing but I’m thinking $30, which will include shipping since these will be small watercolor pieces.

Shoot me a message if interested!



Some button designs I’ve been working on while I’ve been out sick! The outers are my favorite and I never see enough sets of them, so I thought I’d contribute. These will be available at Animazement as well, and I’m hoping to have some even be holographic maybe. I guess we’ll see 👀

severeminx  asked:

For the NSFW audio: Maybe Otabek masturbating while on the phone with Yuri, confessing some of the fantasies he has/ telling Yuri what he would do with him if he were there?

// OHHhhhh~ That’s a good one! I’ll add it to my list~! Thank you so much~!

jennis41digsdragons  asked:

Your Shiro Space Dad comic maybe my favourite thing on the internet right now. I love all the details and how you captured paladin life so perfectly!

Thank you!! I really didn’t expect it to get so noticed haha! Made it worth it tho since I kinda killed myself with the backgrounds! I don’t usually do them but I really wanted to show Shiro going about his day seemingly fine while having an internal meltdown…

But really, it was just an excuse to practice drawing Shiro while the other paladins photo-bombed in the background… ^_^;; (I’m still learning how to draw everyone!)

anonymous asked:

I'm trying to not get my hopes up too much, but schedules can definitely change. Maybe they've been programmed a while ago in their system and it's not accurate anymore ? IDK, I'm just projecting a lot

Nah the schedules are pretty much solid and stay true unless theres an unforeseen illness or call-in. SOME POSSIBILITIES HOWEVER*:

- nick goes to la and interviews him there (ala nick w/ calvin harris, clara w/ biebs)
- nick goes to la and goes to a release party (ideal 👌🏼)
- nick interviews him the following week or sometime thereafter (like katy perry), not as a global premiere of the song but a regular interview
- nick interviews him when the album comes out instead
- nick disappoints us all and doesnt even mention the song ever

*might be reaching, SLIGHTLY

Stressed Sherlock

Summary: the title say it all.

Warnings: N/A

Additional notes: this is maybe set early afternoon, I didn’t realy think about the time this was set while writing this.

Sherlock had been stressed over that past few days, and when he gets stressed, he becomes very moody. 

“Like he wasn’t moody before.” John had stated the last time you had saw him. “Please will you try and calm him down a bit, (your/name)?”

“I’ll do my best” you replyas you hug him. You soon break the hug and go your seperate ways.

As you walk back into 221B Backer Street, you could hear that he was shooting the wall again. “Mrs Hudson will be angry again when she finds out about this” you think as you walk up the stairs. Sherlock shooting the wall was something he did when he was either bored or stressed about something, and today was no expetion to that rule. You knew that.

You loved him, yes, but just like everyone else, you found that he sometimes got a little irritating.

You walked into the flat to find him lying face down on the sofa. Knowing what mood he would be in after the shooting, you went into the kitchen to put the kettle on. Soon you felt a pair of strong arms around your waist and hot breath on the back of your neck. You carried on pouring the tea, not thinking about the fact that he had somehow managed to get behind you without you hearing him, sinnce it happened a lot if you didn’t pay him attention.

He started nuzzling your neck with his nose causing you to giggle. You eventually gave up ignoring him and turned round, cating him off gaurd. While he was in a little bit of a daze, you attached your lips to his. He didn’t seem to mind that, so you deepend the kiss. But all good things must come to an end, because you needed to break it for air.

“Your tea’s ready” you whisper teasingly. He brought his lips back to yours for a quick kiss before grabbing his mug and dragging you to the sofa with him where you spent the rest of the afternoon.