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anonymous asked:

He's never been yours, he belongs to Corruption, and it WILL take him back eventually.

Originally posted by superwhohobbitlocked

You see…I don’t take lightly to Chuuya not being mine.
He is.
Wholly.
Corruption tries and tries and the handful of times I’ve been right there…to claim whats mine.
It seethes in jealousy over how easily I snatch him back. It’s tried to wound me, to take me down, but it can not.

It will not.

Ever.

anonymous asked:

hi yes your voltron headcanons are beautiful and i love them thank you

hi yes thank you i love you

  • pidge, answering her comms: “what’s the sitch”
  • i feel like most people look at lance and hunk and assume that lance is the one with no respect for personal boundaries but no. it’s hunk
    • lance: will maybe get up in your face once or twice
    • hunk: will go through your personal belongings, read your diary, take your treasured pictures of MIA family members, and tell everyone about your secret girlfriend
  • coran’s current personality is 70% him compensating for that emo phase he had
  • one time lance talks shiro into letting them use codenames on a mission for the express purpose of being able to unironically call hunk “hunkules” for three hours
  • [someone pisses allura off] “oh shit you’ve done it now buddy… you’ve angered the lion goddess”
  • keith’s jacket is absolutely an aesthetic choice
    • because like. it has no other functional purpose? at most it’ll keep his arms warm?? maybe his neck a little??? he only wears it because he thinks it looks neat
    • “keith dude are you cold” keith, who can no longer feel his belly button: “no”
  • shiro: “from now on no one’s allowed to start their mission debriefings with ‘okay so in my defense’”

ciuucalata  asked:

“is that your hand on my leg?” and Shance for the writinf prompt

Aaaaaaaaaaalright. I took me like two days but I finally got the time!! 

In my defense for the Angst …..I have nothing, bye. 

Uh, mentions of missing a limb and of blood and tiny gore I guess???? 

Ps. Excuse the draftiness, I’m lazy and wanna take a nap. <3

Disclaimer: Voltorn doens’t belong to me.


“Is that your hand on my leg?”

Lance’s flirty smile drops as soon as he feels Shiro’s shoulders tense at his words.

Lance frowns in concern at the silence but doesn’t open his eyes yet. Instead, he nuzzles his face further down into his boyfriend’s chest.

“Why so quiet?” He asks sleepily, “And stop your hand, it’s giving me tickles.”

“Lance.”

Shiro somber voice tone is enough for Lance to open his eyes in alarm.

He quickly raises his head to meet Shiro’s worried gray eyes and his confusion just increases when Shiro looks like he’s debating himself over something inside his head.

“Shiro?” He asks but Shiro just sighs.

“Just - Just stay calm, baby, okay? It will pass.” He reassurances softly, as if dealing with a wounded animal and it only makes Lance to deepen his frown.

“Shiro –” He starts but a sudden hollow feeling fills him up when he tries to sit up in the bed and he only feels the soft pressure of one of his legs against the mattress.

That’s weird.

“Lance.” Shiro warns, something on his tone being on edge as soon as he catches the brunet movement of reaching the blanket to pull it off, “Lance, baby, don’t –”

The blanket goes off and Lance sucks in a breath.

“Oh.” He whispers softly, bright blue eyes staring numbly at the empty space where his leg should be, “O-oh.”

What started as a tickling sensation has become an agonizing sharp pain and Lance’s can’t catch his breath.

The blocked memories of their last mission hits him full force; the smell of blood and burnt flesh hits him vividly as if he was still tied down in the Galra Laboratory, he can hear the echoes of his own scream in his head being tuned out by the wicked and cruel laughter of the Galra Druid.

There’s not enough air.

“Lance, you gotta breath.” A muffled voice says somewhere around him, distant and almost as if underwater, “Baby, breath, come back to me. Please, Lance.”

Shiro squeezes his eyes shut, his chest hurting with the feeling of helplessness as he keeps holding Lance’s small body against his, rocking him back and forth and ignoring the way his sleeping shirt gets soaked with Lance’s tears and snot.

“Please, come back to me.” He mumbles into Lance’s hair brokenly, “I’m here, kitten, I’m here.”

He repeats the same words over and over again like a mantra until Lance’s sobs decrease, his breathing slows down and his body goes limp.

Shiro just holds him tighter.

Shower Stall Encounters || Bucky Barnes x Reader [[smut]]

{summary: lately, you’ve been going to the gym, but not for the sake of losing weight or living healthier. no, the reason why you were at the gym was to admire a buff young man with dark hair and startling blue eyes. (note this is going to be a modern au, meaning bucky is going to be an oridinary man with no metal arm)}

*in idubbbz voice* as a content creator, i shall abide by the rules of the internet and use all the newest and coolest devices at my disposal to create content for the internet no matter what…uh amen.

an anon wanted more smut content so…here I am >w>

permenant tags: i won’t mention them because this post is very NSFW, so unless they specifically state that they want to be tagged in nsfw posts, this part will remain empty

warnings: female masturbation and smut (sex in the shower stall)

**dont plagiarize/repost this story, reblogs are fine**

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Dear God, he was doing laps around the pool, and you were practically drooling at the sight of his strained body dressed in nothing but a pair of swimming trunks. The fact that you could see the droplets of water running down his chiseled chest and abdomen made your knees feel weak.

This had to be the only time you regretted going to the gym.

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“Forget" Negan x Reader

Words: 3,788

Negan x Reader

Request: Can I make a Negan x reader request? So like where Negan is injured or something and the reader finds him unconscious on the side of the road and takes him to her house to patch him up. When he wakes up Negan has temporarily lost his memory so he stays at the reader’s place. Whilst she takes care of him she falls in love with him, but is terrified that he doesn’t feel the same and will just leave her when he gets his memory back. Thank you!!!

Warnings: Language. Blood. Mentions of death. Alcohol usage. Implied smut. Some inappropriate conversations/talk of sex. Fluff

Originally posted by fallenhuntersx


“Fuck!” You hear a voice yell from a distance. There are a few other male voices that follow, but they are incoherent.

You stop in your tracks, cocking your head in the direction of the yelling. Part of you begins to feel worried- the yelling was going to attract walkers, and the last thing you needed was to fight a herd of walkers alone. You’re out hunting a mile away from your house, and you don’t have enough bows with you to take on very many.

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Obliviate // Draco Malfoy x Reader

Summary: After the summer away from Draco you are beyond excited to see him again. Except once you two are reunited you notice something is off about him. When you confront him about it you learn of the darkness that rests within him, terrifying you.

Word Count: 1,928

Warning(s): None

A/N: AHHH finally a Draco imagine!!!

Disclaimer(s): Not my gif credit to owner


You’re gleaming with excitement as you walk through Kings’ Cross Station, you can’t wait to get back to Hogwarts. All summer you had been counting down the days until you were going to see all your friends again. You had especially been waiting until you were going to see Draco Malfoy, your long-term boyfriend, again. You were meant to stay with him for the last bit of summer before sixth year begins, but he said something came up with his family and they weren’t in the right position to hold company.

When you reach Platform 9 ¾ you barely bid your family goodbye before dashing through the barrier. You had gotten there extra early, one so your parents could say goodbye before they had to leave for work and two so you could see Draco sooner. You set your trunk and other belongings in the train and step back out onto the platform to wait for Draco.

When the distinct platinum blond hair comes into view, which can belong to none other than your boyfriend, you are not surprised to see him going at it with Potter. You just chuckle and roll your eyes, this ongoing feud was almost becoming comical. You watch the two, unable to tell if Draco lunges at Potter to taunt him or actually fight him. Though, you can tell that Potter lunged to fight before being pulled back by Weasley.

If you lay one hand on my boy Draco will be the least of you problems, Potter. You laugh at the thought of you actually causing harm to someone. Though, you never know what you’ll do for Draco. You always manage to surprise yourself.

Draco brushes off his tailored, black suit before looking forward again.

He seems a little off, even from a distance. He’s always been pale but at the moment he looks completely flushed; you can tell that he’s stressed from the tension in his muscles and the worry lines you can see from where you’re standing.

You catch his eye, him managing to stare deep into your eyes from meters away. He lets a smile take over his usual scowl when his grey eyes meet your Y/E/C ones. His smile makes your heart flutter as usual, for you know how you are one of the few people, or things, which can actually get Draco Malfoy to show a real smile. He shuffles along to you and you tilt your head, confused as to where his typical strut had gone. Draco Malfoy doesn’t shuffle he struts, everyone knows that. Something must really be off.

“Hi, love,” he quietly speaks, smiling down at you. He grabs you by your elbows, his normally firm grip turned feeble. He places a light kiss on your lips, you can still feel the passion but the power is nowhere near how it usually is when you’ve been apart for this long. "How was your summer?“ His voice is so quiet and frail, what happened to him?

"I think I may need you to answer that first,” you say while taking both his hands in yours. “Are you okay? You seem a little… off.” You just want to get straight to the point, if something is wrong with Draco you want to know now and fix it fast.

His eyes leave yours and he gazes off to the side and his smile recedes from his face, “I may have left some things out of the letters I sent you.” He sighs, “We need to talk,” he looks to the ground, then back to you. “Alone.”

“Okay,” you nod with a sympathetic voice, you give him a small, encouraging smile.

He struggles to smile back before taking one of your hands and leading you onto the train. You tell him the compartment you had previously left your belongings in and he takes you there, relieved to see no one else is in it or its surrounding compartments. You take a seat and he turns to close the doors tightly. He stands there for a second, hands gripping the handles of the door so hard his knuckles turn white, his back faced to you, he seems to be gathering his thoughts.

In a blink of an eye he sharply turns one hundred eighty degrees and rushes to sit across from you. He sits still for a moment before he looks down at his lap and starts to rub his palms up and down his thighs. What could he be so nervous to tell you?

You place a hand on his knee and only his eyes move up to look at you. “Draco,” you say in a small voice. “It’s going to be okay,” you give him yet another encouraging smile. At that tears start to form in his eyes. Was it something you said? What’s going on with him? “Dray, you’re beginning to worry me,” you voice is soft almost a whisper, you take one of his hands in yours and rub circles on the back of his with your thumb.

“I’m scared,” he whispers. “I’m scared,” he repeats letting a single tear fall.

“What are you scared of baby?” You sweetly ask while placing a hand on his cheek.

He melts into your palm, placing the hand not currently being held by yours and places it over top the one on his cheek. You feel his tears start to collect in your hand and you try to wipe them away as they fall with your thumb. He lets out a few whimpers and you know to give him time to get out what he needs to say.

“I’m scared of everything,” his voice is barely a whisper now. “I’m scared of what I’ve become, what I’ve been told to do. What will happen if I do it and what will happen if I don’t. I’m scared I’m going to lose everything,” he sniffles. He looks up, reconnecting his eyes to yours. “I’m so scared I’m going to lose you.”

“Dray, you’ll never lose-”

“You don’t know what I did,” he cuts you off. “And what I’m set to do.” His gaze leaves yours once more. His face turns deeply solemn and you can see the pain twinging in his eyes. He removes your hands from him, breaking all contact and sits up. Tears continue to roll down his cheeks when he speaks, "And I think it may be better, safer for you if you were to just break up with me and forget we ever existed.“

"Draco, don’t say that,” you sharply remark, tears now filling your eyes. “Don’t ever say that,” your voice breaks. “Whatever you did,” you grab his hand. “We’ll get through it together.”

His eyes meet yours and he slowly shakes his head. “If you stay with me, if he knows how important you are to me,” he swallows hard. “He’ll hurt you. He’ll torture you to make sure I do what he wants.”

“Who?” You ask so quietly you’re unsure Draco could even hear you.

He looks down at his forearm. Your breath gets caught up in your throat. You hope that it’s not what you think. Then, he begins to roll up his sleeve and you see it. Evil rests inked into his skin forever.

He has become a Death Eater.

“No,” you shake your head, tears falling furiously from your eyes. “No,” you place your head in your hands. “This can’t be happening,” you sob.

“I’m so sorry,” he chokes out. “But I had no choice.”

You look up at him, barely being able to see through the tears in your eyes. You know for a fact he really didn’t have a choice, but he’s still done it and you know you can’t be with him anymore. It’s an internal battle, you know he’s right and it’ll be safer for you if you leave him but you can’t let him go through this alone. He’s going to lose everyone at school if they find out, you can’t let him lose the one that is most important to him.

“I-I don’t- I don’t know what to do,” you say. “It will be safer for me if I leave you,” he winces at your words. “But I can’t, I won’t.” You see a bit of hope gleam in his eyes. “Draco,” you take both his hands in yours again. “I know this is scary, you’re going to need me now more than ever. I’m not on his side but I’m not going to let you deal with being one of them alone.”

The hope in his eyes falters and is replaced with remorse. “You don’t want this,” he shakes his head. “You can say it all you want that you want to help me through this but you don’t. You want to runaway from it and I don’t blame you for that I really don’t,” he squeezes your hands. “I know you’ll never admit it and you won’t leave my side knowing what we once were.”

“Once were?” You question.

Draco knows you better than anyone and he knows the sheer terror that rang through you the second you saw the fatal flaw on his arm. He knows that you’ll stand by him through it and that eventually it will all become too much for you. Even once you reach your inner turmoil, he knows you will still stand by him. He knows the love you have for him is so strong that even once every bit of your soul is lost to terror you will still be at his side.

All of this is why he knows what he has to do.

“I’m so sorry,” he says and you give him a confused look. He kisses you once more, with more passion and desire than all of your past kisses combined. Tears roll down his cheeks as he knows this will be the last time he’ll ever feel your lips pressed against his. The last time he’ll ever feel that you two are one.

“I love you,” he whispers after pulling away, his face only centimeters away.

You don’t know what is going on in his head but that doesn’t stop you from responding, “I love you, too.”

Draco lets out a sob when the words leave your mouth. It’ll be the last time you ever say those words to him.

He does his best to pull out his wand without you noticing. You are both staring deep into each other’s eyes. You don’t notice him moving his wand close to your temple. He closes his eyes and takes in a deep breath before uttering the most painful word.

“Obliviate.”

He erases the memories of you two from your mind. He leaves a few behind from first and second year when you two only spoke when one needed help in class. He knew even with being obliviated you would question why you had seemingly never spoken to him.

When the memory charm is completed he quickly gets up and exits the compartment while you are still in a daze. He stands in the corridor for a moment, breathing heavily with his back faced to your compartment. He peers over his shoulder and gets a last look at you. His heart can’t take it, he immediately begins to shake with vicious sobs. He runs down the corridor to an empty compartment, sits in the corner, pulls his knees to his chest in attempts to become as small as possible and sobs until he runs out of tears.

“What’ve I done?” He repeats countlessly. 

Gaeltacht 101

Going to the Gaeltacht for the first time can be SCARY. I remember when I found out the first year that I was going I genuinely cried because I was so afraid. However, six summer courses later (four as a student and two working as a ceannaire), and I still don’t know what terrified me so much. It’s a great opportunity and it’s essentially a holiday (if the weather holds up!).
Since it’s still so scary for many people, I’ve made a list of tips, supplies, and other useful bits for first-timers!

- Pack in advance. Make sure you bring sports clothes (even if you don’t like sports you’ll probably HAVE to do them), beach clothes, spare towels, more clothes, socks, and underwear than you think you’ll need. PRACTICAL SHOES. Holy god please don’t wear heels in the Gaeltacht (maybe bring a pair just for the last night). You’ll be picking yourself out of the muck for a week.

- Bring water. If you’re going to a coastal Gaeltacht (An Rinn especially), there’s a good chance that the drinking water will be manky AND that you won’t get enough of it. They do big packs of bottled water in Lidl for fairly reasonable. Some places mightn’t want you having water but h o n e s t l y. Just don’t have a water fight indoors like a gobshite.

- Have at least enough Irish to get by. If you can’t string a sentence together as Gaeilge you’re going to have a very rough time of it. Try to step it up in school in the months leading up to the summer. If your teacher is useless, try Duolingo to get your basics down.

- Buy/bring a backpack. Trust me, even those dinky ones from Penneys are lifesavers. Where else are you going to keep your suncream, water, camera, purse/wallet? In fact, get a small one so you don’t become the group suitcase.

- If you have a hurley BRING IT. 

- Don’t give the ceannairí/cúntóirí a hard time. It’s their job to make sure you’re trying to speak Irish and not acting the maggot too much. No, Páidí isn’t an arsehole for giving you detention, you’re the one screaming “WILL YOU MEET MY FRIEND” while standing on a bosca bruscar.  

- If you don’t want to go to mass, you might have to bring a letter from your parents. I know this is a tough one, especially if your mam or dad are religious/awkward. Some places will let you just stay back and do sports or whatever if you ask, but others have a hard rule about it.

- Wear your interests. This can be a risky one, but if you’re a little shy it can help to have a literal beacon to connect with other people who are also shy. In my time the emo kids always stuck together, and you could pick any one of us out by our clothes. Same with the bebo stunnahs, or any other group. I know it seems a bit silly, but it works. You won’t always get on with people who dress the same, but having something to talk about is a step to finding people you do get on with. Something as simple as a band shirt or even badges are enough, you don’t want to go too flashy in the Gaeltacht.

- Bring pocket money. When I say pocket money, I mean maybe €10-€20 in case ye go to the shop or have a shop on site. You really shouldn’t need more than that unless the coláiste tells you otherwise. 

- You might not be able to bring snacks with you. You might have to deposit them in a seomra soláistí/tuck room. You definitely shouldn’t keep them in your room/dorm. You definitely shouldn’t put them at the bottom of your suitcase or in an opaque bag because nobody can, without permission, search through your belongings to take them from you. You definitely also shouldn’t need to make sure there are no wrappers visible in bins or crumbs left around because you definitely won’t be eating in the dorms. You also definitely shouldn’t bribe a ceannaire with chocolate if they catch you with food. 

3

You heard that new survivors appeared in Alexandria, but you can’t get up to say hello nor you want to go to Deanna’s party. Since he’s gone you lost all hope, the world became grey and red from blood. The only reason you’re still here is that he’d be mad when you give up yourself. That’s why you stay in the house most of the time and revel in memories.
A knock on the door let you look up from the fading picture in your hand.
Of course it’s Eric.
Who else than him and Aaron would knock on your door and taking care of you like you belong to their family?
“I hope you remember that it’s spaghetti tuesday.” Eric arches a brow before his eyes wandering to the photo in your hand. “Let me take this for you and when the evening is over you get it back.”
“But..”
Tears floating in your eyes as you watch Eric how he puts the photo in his pocket before guiding you out of the house.
“We’ve a surprise for you.” Eric smiles as he opens the door to their house.
“What? A movie-” The following words stick in your throat as you reach the kitchen. “Da-Daryl?”
The man of whom you believed he’s dead sits on the kitchen table of Aaron and Eric with a fork full of spaghetti. He stares up to you like you’re just a hallucination and every second you’d melt into thin air or the whole situation is just a dream.
Maybe it is, but then you hope that you’ll never wake up.
Suddenly he jumps up, the chair falls on the floor, and he pulls you in a hug. You let out a choking sob as you hold the trembling Daryl or he holds you.
No words are needed as he frames your face and presses his lips on yours in a hungry kiss..

I’m your boyfriend, after all. // Haechan (Lee Donghyuck)

Originally posted by haenyan

Style: Drabble set

Genre: Fluuf, fluff and more fluff… so much fluff I almost made myself throw up

Warnings: None~

Words: 3.590

a/n: My bias ♥︎♥︎♥︎ I originally wasn’t going to post this since I ran out of ideas/the formatting is weird but then I saw all the rumours floating around him :’( Please try not to believe any of them until an official source says otherwise… he doesn’t deserve all the slander he’s getting!! Let’s all support him through this rough time! (also sorry for not updating frequently… school stuck a knife up my ass lol) 

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anonymous asked:

it's my birthday tomorrow (i doubt this matters anyway aaaa) so could you write a lil prince!minhyuk (mx) au

omg ofc it matters, it’s your birthday!!!!
i hope this is ok,,,,,and please consider it as my present to you sweetheart~!!

  • is really cute at all the royal events because lbr he does the peace sign at the cameras and waves to the crowds and probably forgets that he’s supposed to look Serious and Rich in photos for the press but he’s just all eye smiles, big toothy grins
  • is so popular with kids,,,,,tbh if he could he’d just spend every waking moment volunteering at schools, orphanages, after-school sports clubs, like,,,,,,,,,,
  • and it’s cute he’s on posters in schools all around the country advertising like safety and anti-bullying and literally like an icon of positiveness??? 
  • all the younger kids are like “i wanna be like prince minhyuk when i grow up!!!!!” 
  • he once was in a march with the royal family and a little girl ran out into the crowd like right into his arms and instead of getting mad he just picked her up and put his crown on her head and was like “you’re a princess now!!!” and she was giggling
  • and the bodyguards were like pRince,,,,,we need to get her to her mother,,,,,,,and minhyuk was like aww ): but ok!!!! and he gave her over and she took the crown off to return
  • but minhyuk was like keep it!!!
  • (that crown was probably worth 35k like no biggie whatEVER)
  • and you’re just a humble pantry worker at the royal palace like,,,you’re not even a cook or a servant,,,,you just work in the kitchen as a helper to the others
  • and on the downlow you’ve been taking cans of untouched food over to your local orphanage where you know they’ve been tight on money. sometimes if there’s leftovers pastries that no one wants, you take those too
  • and you didn’t think you were doing anything bad but when someone snitches on you, you’re brought before the prince and minhyuk is like “is it true you stole from the royal family?”
  • and you’re like “well,,,,it was food the cooks weren’t using or didn’t want i didn’t think-”
  • and he looks so stern and nothing like his usual happy-go-lucky self and he’s like “still, did anyone give you the right to take what belongs to us?” and you’re bowing your head like no,,,,,and you’re like frick im gonna get fired
  • but suddenly minhyuk calls the guards to leave the room so he can be alone with you to think of a punishment and when they’re gone you hear him sigh and you’re like ???
  • and he’s like “that was close,,,,,they need to think im actually going to punish you so i don’t have to fire you”
  • and you’re like wait what you’re not mad ??? at me??
  • and minhyuk moves closer and takes your hand and he’s like “what you’re doing is great!!! i want to help you from now on, will you let me?”
  • and you’re like,,,,,,,omgidshgl,,,,,you’re the prince of course i can’t let you do anything but oh my god???
  • and minhyuk is like “good!!! i think i can get some more people in on it so you can take more food for the kids!!!” and your heart is swelling because,,,,,he’s so sweet he really cares,,,,,,
  • but you also look down to minhyuk’s hand holding yours and you’re like “um-” but he’s excitedly chattering about figuring out a plan to smuggle more food out of the palace
  • and when he’s done you’re red in the face because,,,his hand,,,,,and minhyuk is like “are you ok?? is it hot in here??” and you’re like nO,,,,nothing it’s nothing
  • and he squeezes your hand and is like “let’s meet in the pantry tomorrow and we’ll see what we can take - ok?”
  • and that’s how you end up meeting the prince secretly after the cooks have gone and you get some servants to help get the cans of food out in big bags
  • and every time minhyuk and you are in the dark pantry alone,,,he’s like “be careful - here take this light - can you reach that shelf, ill do it?”
  • and one day after you’ve given the servants all the cans you’re like “well, i need to go with them -” 
  • but minhyuk gently takes your wrist and brings your hand up to kiss the top of your palm and he’s like “be safe,,,” and you’re like WHAt,,,is happening,,,,,,he kisse d my hand??? and minhyuk is like
  • “you’re like an angel to those kids, and now you’re like an angel to me too”
  • and you want to melt right into the floor but you have to go and when you do minhyuk actually does melt into the floor because tHAT Was C O R N Y ,,,,,,,, god why’d he say t hat he just wants you to like him back,,,,,,,,,hehe being a prince doesn’t make you automatically good at flirting he should ask stable worker kihyun for help hehe 
V for Vicious

Originally posted by parkjmin

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: HarelyQuinn!Au / Smut / Drabble

Rated M for mentions of blood (just a tiny bit) and mature themes

Word count: 3.6k

Synopsis: This night, under the stars and with wind blowing between your bodies, you and Taehyung are the queen and king of the world. 

May madness enlighten your way forever.

Author’s note: I’m weak, oh I’m so weak. I really couldn’t let go of my first fic, so here a drabble set in the same universe, following the madness of Tae and his love. This could be read alone, but I suggest you to check Sanitarium for a better understanding of the dynamics between the characters. This is dedicated to everyone who loved Harley!Tae and in particular to @sugajpg (gurl, I know you are a sucker for this kind of shit)



The wind blows cold and loud, it echoes against the moon and between the glowing of stars like pearly diamonds embodied in the sky – someone once told you they are the wings of fallen angels that still burn between Heaven and Earth.

You are on the top of the highest building of the city, feet well planted on the floor as the town shines in all its insignificance under you: everything is silent and slow, the city lights quivering like the breaths of a sleeping beast while the vain lives of humans fade into their blue dreams. The whole world is still, yet alive with almost unnoticeable tremors between the streets: some nocturnal souls wandering in search of gold and crowns and gems between the shadows – the army of evil and detriment, maybe.

And you, so mighty, so perfect above all this, are no different than a queen loving her king.

Really, it’s a breath-taking scenery, nearly empowering, yet you would be able to appreciate it way more if Taehyung’s knife wasn’t wildly pressed under your jaw.

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Ouma and Celes Friendship Event

Kokichi Ouma: Celes-chan, so that’s where you were! I’ve been looking for you.

Celestia Ludenberg: Oh my, Ouma-kun… Was anything the matter?

Kokichi Ouma: C’mon! This is no time to be elegantly sipping your tea! We’re in dire straits here!

Calm down and listen, ok? You won’t believe me, but Yamada-chan, he…

inflated himself just like a ballon and keep going until he popped!

Celestia Ludenberg: Oh my, that’s incovinient. Who could I invite to brew tea for me from tomorrow on?

Kokichi Ouma: What? Can’t be a little bit more shocked? Celes-chan, your class is all covered in blood with some more dripping for the ceiling, you know?

Celestia Ludenberg: Well… As long it doesn’t stain my favourite purse, I see no issues.

Kokichi Ouma: Hmm, you’re so cold in face of this great tragedy. Is that the bloodshed experience only a gambler can have or something like that?

Celestia Ludenberg: Cold is an offensive way to put it. I am about to come running to confirm my purse’s well-being.

Kokichi Ouma: I see. No need to worry. I was lying. Yamada-chan and your purse are both safe.

Celestia Ludenberg: Was that so?… I am relieved. I had been completely tricked by you.

Kokichi Ouma: C’mon, lying is bad! I hate when people lie!

Celestia Ludenberg: I said no lies. Ouma-kun, my lines were all true-to-life.

Kokichi Ouma: Eh~, you’ll never quit this “I was decieved” gag, will you?

Celestia Ludenberg: Regardless of my quitclaim, it is a fact. Dohyaaaaa, I was much surpriiiiiiised.

Kokichi Ouma: Whoa~, it’s a lie so blatant that only Gonta would fall for that~!

Celes-chan… Aren’t you completely pissed at me on the inside and want to flip me out with everything you have?

Celestia Ludenberg: Not at all, I am a gambler… I am used to people lying to me.

Therefore, someone lying is not enough to disarrange my mind. Unlike you, Ouma-kun, I do not claim to detest lies.

Kokichi Ouma: Got it! You hate when people tell the truth much more than when people lie, right, Yasuhiro-chan?

Celestia Ludenberg: …Not in slightest. After all, things would become tiresome if everything was a lies the entire time.

Kokichi Ouma: What a joke~, you’re lying~! That’s why I like talking to people like you!

Celestia Ludenberg: Is this another lie?

Kokichi Ouma: Yeah, that’s a lie! Unless I’m lying about lying!

Celestia Ludenberg: Ouma-kun… Would perharps be interested in taking me on a lying competion?

If you wager all of your belongings, I wouldn’t mind raising your bet.

Kokichi Ouma: Ah, good one~! Let’s make it a game betting all of our belongs and our lives!


Translation note: The “lying competion”(嘘のつき合い) part has a pun on “date”.

captainjayharkness  asked:

thanks for all your recs today sophie, you're a star! I was wondering if you knew of many vacation AUs? bonus points if they're group vacations! :)

Vacation AU

Kindred Spirits by @captdevil
Emma Swan hates Killian Jones - he’s arrogant and self centered but she’s stuck with him for the foreseeable future with them running in the same circles. What happens when she agrees to go camping with her friends, Killian included, and what will happen when she has to get in a car with him, alone? Modern AU.

wave after wave by lachrymoseorange
Captain Swan post-Underworld vacation fic for future blissful perfection. Pirate hijinks and adorableness ensues.

the hole in the middle of your heart (it’s where I belong) by @jadeddiva

Henry takes pictures of his vacation in Storybrooke, and Emma comes to realization about the role of Killian Jones in her life.

Blown Fuses by @laschatzi​ AU: Killian Jones is at the airport, on his way to his vacation, when he stumbles over a boy looking for his mother; their start is not smooth. As fate will have it, they have rented neighor beach houses on Cape Cod. Emma Swan is not amused.

Lifted by Love by @seriouslyhooked An 8 part series that follows Emma, Mary Margaret, Ruby and Belle on a girls’ vacation in the white mountains. Killian, David, Graham and Will also happen to be in the same complex. Thanks to some typical male stupidity, the groups cross paths and sparks fly as a result. One part per day of the trip and eventual epilogue.

Definitely Unexpected by unspoken_and_wild
Emma Swan, self-described “loner, loser, and complicated wreck” takes a much needed vacation from her New York City life by doing a home exchange with Liam Jones, a charming bartender from Brighton, England. She could have never anticipated that what, or whom, she would find on her summer vacation was exactly what she had always been missing. (The Holiday AU, summer style)

Not A Bad Thing by ohmakemeahercules 
Inspired by the prompt: “I met you on vacation and your picture ended up on my phone. Now I can’t get you out of my head."Emma and Killian are young profressionals in their early 30s with respective emotional baggage. Will a chance meeting at a restaurant in Hyannis, MA lead to what they’ve been mising in their lives?

A Rose in the Deeps of my Heart by @spartanguard
Emma’s visit to her friends in Ireland becomes more than just a vacation when she meets a handsome man in the woods. A handsome man who turns out to me an immortal fae—and helps reveal some truths about herself.

The Happiest Place on Earth by @cutieodonoghue
The gang goes to Disney World for Emma’s birthday! Captain Swan with a side helping of the other leads. Pure fluff.

Next Destination: Hawaii by @mayquita
After the return of Emma from the darkness, she decides to take a vacation with Killian

Ship to Shore by @afairytaleprincess
This cruise was meant to mend their relationship - not tear it apart! Emma Swan is left alone on a ten day cruise after an ill-timed break-up. Is there any way she can salvage this vacation? And just what is it about that first officer, Killian Jones…

One man tents aren’t meant for sharing by @afairytaleprincess
One man tents aren’t meant for sharing. Neither are sleeping bags. Too bad they don’t have any choice…

if i shiver, keep me warm by @swanisms
The trip had been planned months ago, months before this moment where Emma rests on her knees across from him, hands fumbling with the zipper of her sleeping bag, and her back pointedly turned away from Killian so he can stare at her unabashedly and she doesn’t have to see him doing so. (CS + exes sharing a tent)

p.s.1 Sorry for the delay, Jay. i just didn’t expect that many asks when i left my inbox open for recs. i made you this full, special list so you have one for each vacation for a long time. christmas ones are in their respective list

p.s.2 i haven’t read the second chapter of your fic yet. i love it but i’m gonna wait for it to be completed so my heart has a chance of surviving