anonymous asked:

Hello! Can I make a request? I saw somebody else do this & i couldn't help requesting it here because I love your writing! RFA + V & Saeran 7 minutes in heaven? Huehuehue 🌚

(●♡∀♡) Ooooh!

This might be a little self indulgent. Also, I’m assuming this is a spin the bottle type game? Or it is now in this hc post.


- His huge ass grin when the bottle landed on you and everyone else’s groans made your face completely red, but you followed him along in the closet anyway.

- I mean…He was a gentlemen, right?

- As soon as the door closed, you were pinned against the wall, blushing furiously as he leaned down to whisper in your ear

- “We don’t have to go too far, princess, but I would love to kiss you.”

- “I- Okay. Yeah, okay.”

- Part of you couldn’t believe he was asking you permission, but it was nice he was willing to at least make sure you were okay with this.

- It was sweet at first- He tipped your chin up, lightly brushed his lips against yours before placing a soft kiss on you. 

- But as you kissed him back, it just got deeper and deeper.

- Soon you had your body flush against him, feeling his half-hard cock against your thigh as you slipped your tongue in between his lips, teasing him with a light nip on his bottom lip

- You even managed to get him to let out a low groan that sent a fast shot of nerves right to your crotch.

- “Whoa whoa whoa, break it up you two.”

- Seven had opened the door while the two of you were, erm, busy. Zen instantly pulled away, a light blush on his cheeks as he cleared his throat.

- You could see Yoosung moping and Jumin looking pissed in the background, Seven just waggling his eyebrows at the two of you.

- Part of you wanted to smack him for being so dumb, but you ended up stepping out and instantly pulling your phone out.

- As the bottle spinned again, you saw Zen pull his own phone out and that blush deepen at the message you had sent him

- Like hell you were going to let just seven minutes be the end of it.


- He was so smug when you were chosen to go in with him. Zen was yelling and trying to make excuses for you to not go in with the ‘trust fund jerk’, but when you told him to hush, you almost made Jumin grin as Zen nearly lost it

- He let you step in first, closing the door behind the two of you. Before you could even have a coherent thought about the situation, he had you pulled to him and his lips greedily on yours.

- When you made a surprised noise, he pulled back a bit.

- “Is this what were supposed to do?”

- “W-Well, yes-”

- “Good, we only have a few minutes.”

- He started kissing you again, nipping your lips and starting to kiss down your neck as his hand slipped under the band of your pants-

- “Jumin!” You scolded him instantly, clutching his forearm as his middle finger slipped in between your legs and started teasing your clit

- “We have a few more minute-”

- You let out a gasp as a shudder ran through your body. How in the hell was he so stoic through all of this?

- You felt his breath against your neck as he attempted to say something else, but the door opened before he could.

- “Bzzt, times- Oooohoho shit.”

- Jumin just reached for the door handle, pulling it closed and holding it as Seven and the others started a fuss

- You ended up laughing, finally finding it in you to pull his hand out of your pants, giving him one last peck on the cheek.


- You nearly joined everyone in a groan when the bottle landed on him as he let out a doofy grin

- But, you smiled as you joined him in the closet. Yes, he was basically a living meme, but he was sweet and cute, too.

- The door closed, and you could hear how nervous he was in the little laugh he let out

- “So, Mc, whatcha going to do now?”

- You rolled your eyes, but pulled him a bit closer to you and planted a kiss on his cheek

- Okay, you missed a bit in the dark and felt your nose hit the frame of his glasses, but you kissed his face and counted that as a win

- He laughed a bit, cupping your face in his hands and managing to meet your lips with his own. Nothing hardcore, just a sweet and gentle kiss.

- “Have I told you how soft you are, mc?”

- “… I would find a better way to word that, Seven.”

- “Softer than our precious Elly~”

- “Seven.”

- You felt his breath against your lips as he chuckled before kissing you again, letting it last a bit longer

- Even though he was such a dork, his kisses were so sweet and careful. 

- You returned his kiss, and soon the two of you were starting a string of soft kisses.

- … Until the door flew open with a stern Zen interrupting the two of you.

- “Alright, alright, it’s been seven minutes!”

_” Oh, you misunderstood the name of the game, Zen. It’s minutes with Seven, so there’s not a time-”

- “Out.”

- The two of you laughed, but you both left the closet. Though, you made sure to grab his hand and make him sit next to you afterwards. 


- As soon as the two of you were shoved in the closet, you could just imagine how stiff she was due to nerves

- (Was she going to kill Seven? Yes. Right when she got out? Yes.)

- She certainly wasn’t going to do anything, but that didn’t mean you weren’t going to

- Carefully, you slipped a hand in hers. When she gave your hand a squeeze back, you slipped your other around her neck, pulling her closer to you and giving her a soft kiss on her lips.

- She froze, but after a few more soft pecks, she started returning them.

- It was awkward, clumsy due to the dark, but after a bit you pulled away and giggled, still holding onto her hand

- “M-Mc, you didn’t have to-”

- “You’re too cute, I wanted you to relax a bit.”

- She clammed up, but you knew she was blushing. 

- The two of you ended up just holding hands for a bit longer, and then Seven slammed open the door with a loud “BZZT!”

- (Seven may or may not have gotten socked right in the gut)


- When the bottle landed on you, Yoosung turned such a bright red. Seven pushed the both of you towards the closet, and once you got in Yoosung was rigid with nerves.

- “Mc, you don’t-”

- “Shh, it’s fine, Yoosung.”

- Your hands found his, and you could nearly feel the heat radiating off his cheeks

- Apparently the both of you moved to kiss at the same time, resulting in the two of you bumping noses. You pulled back and giggled, Yoosung letting out a shy little laugh in return

- You cupped his cheeks, pulling him towards you more carefully now, planting a soft but decent kiss on his lips.

- He clumsily returned it, his hands finding your hips and pulling you a bit closer.

- After a few kisses, he was starting to get the hang of it a bit, but he froze with a small yelp as you nipped at his bottom lip

- (Okay, might have moved a bit too fast there)

- He pulled back a bit, his hands leaving your hips.

- “W-Was that okay?”

- Your hand found his and gave it a squeeze. “Yeah, that was good.”

- “I haven’t really…You know.”

- “That’s okay, I mean we can always practice.”

- When Seven opened the door, you got to see how red Yoosung’s face had gotten from that, and it was hard not to giggle.


- No one really objected when the two of you were going in the closet. Not even Yoosung, but he did look a tad grumpy

- V, however, was blushing like mad. As soon as the door closed, he was going on and on. “Mc, you don’t have to do anything, it’s alright, don’t feel pressured. We can just talk.”

- You ignored his anxious ramblings, slipping to your knees, lifting his shirt up a bit, and placing a kiss right above the waistband of his pants.

- He let out a soft gasp, instantly covering his mouth. You could tell he wanted to say more, to insist that you didn’t have to do a thing, but you’d be damned if you weren’t going to continue.

- A few teasing nips and you unzipped his pants, pulling them down enough to slip his half-hard cock from his boxers. You felt a blush creep up to your cheeks with the realization you were going to finally give this man a blowjob, but you shook it off, giving his cock a few pumps to get it to stand at full attention

- He let out a strangled and low moan, trying his best to keep quiet. You could hear him start to whimper your name, but you didn’t give him a chance to finish before you slipped the head of his cock in your mouth

- You knew you were running short on time, but you were desperate in making this feel amazing for him. When was the last time he was able to fully relax?

- You started pumping your hand along his length as you bobbed your head, sucking on his tip and loving his free hand wrapped desperately in your hair

- You could feel him straining to stop himself from thrusting into your mouth, so you let your hands rest and hold his hips as you finally took him fully in.

- God the sound he made

- It didn’t take long for you to taste a hot and salty liquid in your mouth, his nails digging into your scalp as he struggled to keep his groans quiet enough. When his grip loosened, you teasingly and slowly pulled his cock out of your mouth, loving the little whimper he let out.

- You stood up as he quickly pulled his pants back up, both of you thankful he was able to right before Seven pulled the door open with an annoying sound

- You just smiled and left the closet, V still leaning against the wall with a stunned blush on his cheeks


- As soon as the two of you were in the closet, he had you pinned, your chest flush against the wall.

- “Do you think we could sneak a quickie?” He teased, his hands already fumbling with your pants as he grinded against your ass

- Sure, the two of you may or may not have been seeing each other in secret… And you might have been teasing him through text during Seven’s silly RFA afterparty….

- But you weren’t expecting him to already be raring to go, jfc

- You bit your lip as he tugged your panties down, his lips teasing at your sensitive neck.

- “Try to stay quiet.”

- You didn’t get a chance to respond before he slipped the head of his cock between your wet folds, rubbing it against your clit before finally moving back a tad and pushing inside you

- You started to let out a groan before moving clamping a hand over your mouth

- Saeran wasted no time in trying to get you to come as quickly and as hard as possible. One hand kept your hip in place as the other reached around to rub your clit. The two of you didn’t have long befor-

- “Bzzz-OOOKAY!”

- As quickly as the door had opened, you only caught a glimpse of a surprised Seven before the door was slammed shut.

- Saeran only paused for a moment, a bit surprised at how fast seven minutes had came and gone, but he wasted no time in starting his pace back up

- Guess the two of you had all the time you needed, now.

Case Study {Part I}

Author: Zoe

(A/N: Time for yet another series! This time, we’re indulging in my ultimate fave, Bodhi Rook. This is the complete opposite of my Mobster! Cassian AU, so I hope you all enjoy reading!)

Detective! Bodhi x Reader

Plot Summary: John MacArthur was found dead in his home on March 3rd, 2017. His family, especially his wife and sister in law, are emotionally distressed. His neighbor is strangely nonchalant, a former prostitute has been demanding child support, and the weapon is nowhere to be found. New LAPD detective Bodhi Rook has been assigned to this murder, and has been paired up with you, one of the division’s finest. Try not to let your emotions hinder the case, detective.

You got out of your car, jogging past the sirens and showing off your badge to the officers guarding the house. You ducked under the police tape and into the house, spotting Jyn taking pictures of the crime for the forensics department.

You sighed when you looked at the text from Cassian earlier. A new case.

A man was found dead in his home.

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Smile- Aaron Burr X Reader

request from anon: Psssst. Guess who’s birthday it is? That right. A-A-Ron Burr’s birthday. So could I request some Burr x reader birthday fluff plz and thank you! I love your writing btw! Byeee

“It’s cold.” He frowned as I practically dragged him through the streets of New York City.

“Yes I am aware, Burr.” I told him, placing emphasis on his last name. Despite the freezing tempature that put a scowl on practically everyone’s faces, he smiled. “Haha whoa did the notorious Aaron Burr just smile at me?”

“We’ve been dating for close to a year, you know better than anyone how much you make me smile.”

“Yeah but I don’t think I’ve ever made anyone smile like that when it is negative two degrees and we are walking around, on your birthday.

“Ah so you do remember that it’s my birthday today.” He smiled again, looking amused. I pretended to look shocked.

“First of all I’ve reminded you every city block we’ve walked and second I made you smile again?”

“You’re on a roll, dear. Where have you been taking us anyway?”

“I figured you want to spend the day with your parents.” I told him quietly and he stopped walking. I stopped as well and I looked at him, tears in his eyes.

“You…” He started and he hugged me tightly. “You didn’t have to do this.”

“I did because I love you and I know that you want to see them, especially today.”

“I… I love you too.” He cried and he buried his head in my coat.

“Take my scarf, I don’t want you to be colder since you are crying and your tears are probably going to freeze. I told him and he laughed. I took my scarf off, the cold wind hitting my neck and I grimaced but I wrapped it around Aaron anyway.

"It’s only a couple more blocks.” I told him and he nodded, grabbing my hand.

“What’s in that bag you’ve been carrying around all day?”

“Flowers. I don’t know what type, I just asked the florist for some that can survive cold weather.”

“You didn’t have to do this.” He repeated and he squeezed my hand.

“You would do the same for me.”

We entered the graveyard, the conversation dying down and I gave him the flowers from the bag. He and I walked to the grave and he set the flowers down.

“I’ll leave you guys for a bit.”

“Stay.” He said although it was phrased more as a question. I nodded and he laid the flowers down and just stood there in silence, the snow slowly covering the flowers. I turned to him to see that he had started crying again. “I’m sorry I know you probably want to go.” He said and I shook my head.

“It isn’t about me, Aaron. I’ll stay here as long as you want. You don’t need to aplogize.”

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you.” He said, taking my hand and leading me out of the graveyard.

“Jokes on you, you can’t tell if I’m blushing or not because of how cold it is.”

“I think you’re the only person who can make a joke in this graveyard and make me smile still.”

“I’ll add that to the list on things I can do to make you smile that nobody else can.”

“Like make cold jokes about my last name.”

“Yeah, I’ve seen Hamilton try and you actually had to stop yourself from punching him.”

“Ha! Now that was an awful joke though, your jokes are way better than Hamilton’s.”

“You might be slightly biased but thank you.” I smiled and I kissed his cheek.

“My parents would’ve loved you.” He told me sincerely.

“From what you’ve told me, I would’ve loved them as well.”

I opened our apartment door and the warm air rushed to meet us and I sighed in relief.

“I’m going to get into warm clothes.” I announced and I quickly took off the clothes that thanks to the snow, were now extremely wet and I put on some pajama pants and I took one of Aaron’s tee shirts and slipped it on.

Aaron had taken the liberty to make hot chocolate for both of us while I was changing and when I was out, he handed me a mug and went into our bedroom to change. I took a sip, burning my mouth instantly but it was so worth it.

I started a disney movie and I set my mug on the coffee table and Aaron did the same, cuddling up to me on the couch.

“This is one of my best birthdays ever, you know that right?”

“I’m glad that you liked it.”

“I hope we don’t get sick though.”

“Same here. I almost forgot about your present so if you could kindly untrap me so I could get it…” I said and he laughed.

“The price of getting up is one kiss.” He told me and I rolled my eyes before kissing his cheek and I got up. I went into the kitchen and I opened a cabniet that didn’t have anything in it besides a box. I grabbed the box without much trouble and I closed the cabniet before taking the box back over to Aaron. I watched as he opened it and he pulled out a sweater with the words ‘Talk Less. Smile More.’ Written on the front. He smiled widely and he hugged me.

“It’s perfect, thank you so much.”

“It’s no problem.”

The Church of Hook: Sunday Mass

So…  Apparently according to some Once Upon a Time Captain Hook fans / CaptainSwan shippers, Hook has died to save everyone multiple times.  

Well, by all accounts it’s high time we founded a church in his name!

Have you accepted Christ Hook as your Lord and Savior? 

Remember, he’s died for our sins! 

And see how Christ Hook treats the disabled.

And the needy…  (See how kind he is to beggars!)

I present Mel Gibson’s The Passion of The Christ The Passion of The Hook. 

And the controversial classic The last Temptation of Christ The last temptation of Hook.

And Reverend Smee wants to remind you to attend services for “Palm” Sunday.

I’m sorry Hookians.    I’m a bad, bad Rumple-ist.

Hail Rumple!

‘Tis better to reign in The Dark Castle than serve on The Jolly Roger.

And here is The Anti-Captain.

Note: Anyone may add to the Church of Hook post.


Title: Honeymoon

Anonymous asked: “Sherlock x reader. Sherlock is trying to spend is wedding anniversary with his wife and he keeps on getting interrupted. Will he ever find out what’s under his wife’s little purple dress.”

Characters: Sherlock, Greg, Anderson and you

Pairing: sherlock x reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 590


“I love you Y/N” Sherlock said, kissing you. “I love you too” you laughed. You shrieked when he swept you of your feet, carrying you inside 221b. “put me down, we need to get the bags for our honeymoon” you laughed. “well, Y/N Holmes, I’ll get them for you” he said, disappearing into the living room. “there you go” he said, handing you a bag. “I thought we talked about this” you said, stopping him. When he looked at you confused, you decided to explain. “I told you I would keep my own last name” you said. “right, Y/N L/N, sounds better than Holmes anyway” he agreed. “it sure does” you said, giving him a playful push.

“come on in” Sherlock said, carrying you again. “it’s lovely, I’m certain we’ll have a great time here” you said, checking out the ocean view. “the view is marvelous” you exclaimed. “it really is” Sherlock said, looking at you. “stop it you” you giggled. “the bed looks nice” Sherlock said, smirking. “way to play it smooth” you laughed, making your way to the bed. Suddenly you heard a knock at the door.

“who’s that?” you said out loud. Sherlock walked over to the door, opening it. “ah brother mine, just the one I needed to talk to” you heard a familiar voice say. “what are you doing here?” you heard Sherlock hiss. “can’t a brother simply visit he little brother and his beautiful wife” Mycroft said, wriggling himself through the door opening, that Sherlock desperately tried keep shut. “hello Y/N, congratulations” Mycroft said when he stood in front of you. “thank you Mycroft” you said. “I’m sorry I couldn’t attend the wedding but I’m sure Sherlock wouldn’t have wanted me there anyway” he said, spying his little brother in the corner of his eye. “nonsense, Sherlock would have been delighted” you said, knowing it was a lie you were telling. “why are you here, Mycroft?” Sherlock asked, not buying his brother’s sentiment. “if you must know, the London library has been robbed” Mycroft explained. “and you need my help to figure it out” Sherlock said, stating the obvious. “I could do it on my own but the clients want you for some strange reason” Mycroft said. “well, I’m sure it can wait. It’s not like the books could go anywhere” Sherlock smiled, opening the door again. “Sherlock, don’t…” Mycroft attempted before he got cut off. “now go, unless you want to see what Y/N and I are about to do” Sherlock hissed. Being the ice man he is, Mycroft scoffed and quickly left the room. “so where were we” Sherlock said with a grin.

“house warrant” you heard before you saw Greg storming in. “get out!” Sherlock yelled. “we have a warrant, Sherlock. Apparently you have a case as we came to bring you back” Anderson said. “this is my brother, isn’t it. I told him I’ll be there tomorrow, so go run back to him like the good lap dog you are and leave us alone” Sherlock shouted. “I’m not his lap dog” Greg argued. Sherlock was already pushing Anderson outside and Greg soon followed. “perhaps we should barricade the door” you laughed. “perfect” Sherlock said, putting a chair under the door handle. “I was kidding” you said. “well, I’m not” he said, pushing you down onto the bed, kissing you fiercely. “tonight I want to have you all to myself” Sherlock said, starting to undress you. “I love you, Y/N” he whispered. “I love you too, Sherlock” you said, kissing him.



Originally posted by aconsultingdetective

BLIND GUARDIAN lyrics starters

“Too many battles we carry along from the war.”
“I’ve been the herdsman you’ve been my sheep.”
“I hold the key of fortune.” 
“There comes the last part and end of our old age.”
“Show me that you are the son of our God.”
“In earlier chess games we’re playing the part of a soldier.”

“Show me the light in you.”
“Watch out for the day, friend.”
“You can find yourself in it, cause you are a part.”
“To see you must open your eyes.”
“Time is not real.”
“Why’ve you ever forgotten me?”

“The morning sun is near.”
“Look to the mirror, it shows what I am.”
“There’s one to enslave all rings.”
“But I need your helping hand.”
“Welcome to reality.”
“I should better get away from here.”
“What is left behind when purple colours turn to black?”
“The last candle will burn.”

“I wish I knew how to tell You why.”
“Many songs I’ve written about the things I saw ”
“My soul is lost in his black chamber.”
“The sea is calling.”
“I know the answers although they don’t exist.”
“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.”
“No one will ever know our names.”
“The treasure that I’ve found is more than enough.”
“ ’m looking for those healing things to be prepared.”

“Then I’ll break down the walls around my heart.”
“I’m alive my friend.”
“It’s how that ancient tale began.”
“I came from nowhere, without a task, without a name.”
“I’ve lost my battle before it starts.”
“I’ll bring a new age of better ways.”
“I feel alone. Who really cares?”
“I am your light on through the night.”
“We’re not alone, there’s someone else, too.”

“The enemy is within, everywhere.”
“I did my part, now is your turn.”
“How long shall we mourn in the dark?”
“I still don’t have a clue.”
“I will take part in your damned fate.”
“You are now my guest forever…”
“You’ve searched and you’ve found.”
“Can’t you see that tomorrows bears insanity?”
“We brought hope, but also lies, and treachery.”
“Tears unnumbered you will shet.”
“Just lead my fate to the victory. ”
“I dare you! Come out you coward! Now it’s me or you.”
“A dark seed of evil is grown.“
“So what can we do with our lives when it all begins?”
“Your light will take me home.”
“Thus he died“
“I can’t forget her. Her face will not leave.”
“There they dwelt until they left the world.”
“Thou shall not question my power.”
“I will not rest till I’m king.”
“The night falls and great is the triumph of evil.” 

“You truly are mine.”
“By blindness you’re driven insane.”
“Wake up, it’s time to cross the border.”
“The king’s in town, we need a crown.”
“Will you still wait for me? Will you still cry for me?”
“Wish I’d be a bird of prey.”
“I will never change my mind.”
“Predestined or punished?”
“I do not regret a word I’ve said.”
“At the moment of death I will smile.“

“I have thought that this will never end.“
“You’re part of the game.”
“We will be with you until the end.”
“Stop, be quiet now.”
“I’ve opened my heart and my soul to you. ”
“Is there anyone else here?”
“There are no rules, there’s no plot here.”
“Oh turn the wheel and heal me!”
“They’re one in my rhymes nobody knows the meaning behind.”
“Love you will rain on me.”
“Here’s the new order.”

“We shall stand together one by one.”
“Don’t turn your back on your prodigal son.”
“I will find you, slipping away. I’ll bind you.”
“Like you they all once reach out a war to win.”
“Let him curse my name but remember the truth.”
“And raise my cup for the fallen ones.”
“They consider us slaves. They steal our pride.”
”Will I ever learn from the past?”
“Fear the voice in the dark.”
“Twice I’ll be marked and twice I shall live.”

“We all wait for a new tomorrow.”
“Gods will come and gods will go.“
“We’re the ones you’ve left alone.”
“Will it be me they blame?”
“Don’t try to be cruel, oh, my beautiful child.”
“I’ve traveled far on hiden pathways.”
“Ther must be something in the end.“
“Will I ever learn from the past?”
“Keep your secret inside.“
“That I would call a miracle.”
“We don’t need any hallows.“

anonymous asked:

I saw you reblogged that post about angsting over the idea of Severus and Charity Burbage having had a relationship and I'd really like to hear a little fic from you about how they got together

A little quick, but here we go.  :)

“Severus.”  McGonagall paused, and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Severus, really!”  She watched helplessly as the younger man howled with laughter, his head thrown back against the staffroom wall.

“That’s quite enough, Severus,” Dumbledore said, sternly, and Snape’s riotous laughter finally abated.

“I do apologise, Headmaster,” he said, a smirk still adorning his face.  “Professor Quirrell.”  He gave a half nod.

Quirrell scowled, and adjusted the neck of his robes.  “Thank you.  Thank you, my friends.  I am looking forward to this next step in my career.  Of course, I had expected some jealousy,” he shot back, “from certain colleagues who have failed to progress themselves, and don’t have the necessary bravery or courage to…”  He trailed off as Snape’s cold black eyes bored into his own, his smirk now but a memory.  “That is, ahem, to say…to say…”

Dumbledore stepped forward, and clasped Quirrell’s shoulder.  “You shall be missed.  I know I speak for both the students and the staff,” he paused, and inclined his head towards Snape until the Potions Master stopped glaring at Quirrell, “when I say that your work as Muggle Studies teacher has been exemplary-”

“Exemplary,” Snape echoed, giving a sarcastic round of applause.

“Severus, a word, if I may?”

“As you wish, Headmaster.”

Snape watched as the rest of his colleagues filed out of the staffroom, all wishing Quirrell well on his impending travels.

“Your reaction to your colleague’s upcoming adventure was…curious.”

“His entire trip is curious,” Snape sneered.  “Practical experience!  What a ridiculous notion – the man can barely teach Muggle Studies.  It is implausible that he’s going to pick up enough practical experience in a year overseas to be able to teach Defence in an adequate manner.”

“Ah.  You think you could offer more?”

“At Defence, or Muggle Studies?” Snape shot back.

“I would imagine that you were suitably qualified for either.”

Snape gave a soft laugh. “I could just imagine Malfoy’s face if I took on the newly vacated role of Muggle Studies teacher.”

Dumbledore gave a wry smile. “Now now, let’s not be hasty.  I could well imagine Lucius Malfoy rubbing his hands together with glee at the idea of having a hand in our Muggle Studies curriculum.”

“Indeed.  On second thoughts,” Snape smiled back, “perhaps I should put my name forward?”

“I think not,” Dumbledore said quickly.  “I already have an application form from you in my office for the Defence position.”

“Oh…yes.”  Snape paused.  “Tell me, what did I write this year?”

Dumbledore waved his hand. “How you feel that your recent OWL results speak for themselves, and that you feel you can bring such competency to another subject within the school.”

“Better than last year’s effort,” Snape nodded curtly.  “Didn’t I apparently witter on about classroom attendance?”

“I believe you did. For four pages.  Including an insulting illustration.”  Dumbledore smiled.  “I feel that your applications will only improve in quality as the years go by.  Naturally, I already have someone in mind for the position.”

“Of course.”  Snape frowned at Dumbledore’s continued silence. “…you’re not actually suggesting I do apply for Muggle Studies, are you?”

“No,” Dumbledore said. “The Defence application is one thing, but it wouldn’t do for you to appear disgruntled within your current role.”

“Then, Headmaster, with all due respect, why did you wish to speak to me?”  He gave a broad smile in sudden realisation.  “It was because I laughed at him, wasn’t it?  Because I mocked him?”

Dumbledore shook his head. “No.  Well, I would appreciate it if you could curb such…excesses towards your fellow staff members in the future…”

Snape nodded.

“But I wished to ask you to try and welcome our new Muggle Studies teacher with open arms.”

“Open arms?”

“A friendly face.”

“A friendly face?” Snape’s eyebrows were raised so high, they almost reached his hairline.  “Me? Why not McGonagall?  Or Flitwick?  Or Sprout, she’s always blathering on about friendship and-”

“Severus, it is important that you appear sufficiently ingratiated into Hogwarts when you return to your Dark Lord.”

“And you suggest I do so by befriending the Muggle Studies teacher?” Snape scoffed.  “Yes, that will go down fantastically well!  He’s always been so supportive of-”

“-you would do well to prove,” Dumbledore said coldly, “that you have his best interests at heart.”

Snape frowned.

“And you do that,” Dumbledore continued, “by doing whatever is required of you, no matter how distasteful the task first appears.”  He gave Snape a sharp look.  “You explain that whilst you have my confidence, you were curious at how the Muggle Studies teacher had been taken under my wing.”

“…go on.”

“And that you decided, of your own volition, to see if the information filtered back through the Muggle Studies teacher matched with your own experiences.”  He peered at the younger man.  “Are we in agreement?”

“What do you mean, you’ve never been?”

“Oh, and you have?”

Snape barked a laugh. “I cannot believe that you’re teaching Muggle Studies and you’ve never been to the cinema.”

“And I can’t believe that you’re the Head of Slytherin, and you indulge in such Muggle pursuits.”


She leant forward, her glass clutched in her hands.  “And you don’t even deny it.”  She peered at him.  “What sort of a pureblood are you?”

He gave a wide grin and lowered his voice conspiratorially, leaning forward to whisper.  “The halfblood type.”

Burbage’s peals of laughter were high-pitched and loud.  “Halfblood. Yes!  You’re so obviously a halfbood.”

“All right,” Snape said, picking up the rapidly emptying whisky bottle and refilling their glasses. “There’s no need to gloat.”

“Snape.  Snape, Snape, Snape.  It’s not a pureblood name at all.  It’s just, with you being head of-”

“I have heard this before,” he interrupted smoothly.  “My mother was a pureblood, if that helps.”

“And your father a half?”

“With a name like Snape?”

“He was a Muggle?”

“You don’t need to look scandalised.  You are the Muggle Studies teacher, are you not?  I thought you approved of mixed relations?”

Burbage glanced down apologetically.  “Sorry, it’s just, it’s not every day a halfblood makes head of-”

“-and certainly not one with a filthy Muggle father.”

“Severus!”  Burbage looked appalled.

“I’m not referring to his blood.  He himself is the filth,” he quickly elaborated.  “Well, was.”

“Was?”  She shifted uneasily.  “Well, I’m sorry for your loss.”

“I’m not.”


He stood, and took a long gulp of his whisky, the harsh liquid burning the back of his throat.  “Come on then.  We can’t Apparate from the grounds.”

“Apparate?  To where?”

He rolled his eyes, and forcibly removed the glass from her hand, holding out his arm instead.  “To the cinema.  Where else?”


BORDELON“ With each Bordelon generation, we work to do a little better than the last. Nova, Charlotte, Ralph Angel, you are now in this line. Out of every place in this whole big world, this land bears our name. Farm it… nurture it, love it. Pass it on to your children and for every Bordelon that will come next.”

anonymous asked:

A production of Much Ado About Nothing where Benedick frantically flips through a Shakespeare insult generator as Beatrice insults him.



At the start of the play Beatrice says “in our last conflict four of his five wits went halting off, now is the whole man governed with one.”




“What! My dear Lady Disdain!” *whips out book* “Are you yet living?”

So then it’s just like

Ben: Well, you are a rare… *flip flip flip* …parrot-teacher!

Bea: A bird of my tongue is better than a beast of yours.

Ben: I would… *flip flip* … my horse had the speed of your tongue, and so good a continuer *she knocks the book out of his hand* - BUT, keep your way, in God’s name, I have done!

And after that we occasionally see him sulking and poring over the book, muttering to himself and trying to memorise them, and later in their fights, holding it behind his back and only checking it occasionally, and Beatrice getting steadily more annoyed.






AND BEATRICE IS JUST LIKE “wtf where is ur insult book what is this”


“the god of love

*flip flip flip*



sits above?????”

And as he’s complaining that he can’t write a sonnet and that he can’t find rhymes for words, he’s scowling at the sonnet book the whole time, before he chucks it away in annoyance to fashion a sonnet “of his own pure brain.”

Finally, of course, he gives up on words altogether and just snogs her brains out. Actions speak louder than words, after all.

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1/2 Hi! How was your day? Remember the last part of the new episode? Well, legacies? Who is going to do our work after we are gone (bc, please, this cuestion was all over the place in that scene)? What's going to happen with the bunker? Jus. Two. Names. Alex and Claire. I mean, think about it. Alex, the one who got out of a Supernatural world, escaped from her family and still has a big bad shadow she didn't ask for in his life that will always hunt her, and now is trying to live a normal life.

2/2 And Claire, the other sister whose family was victim of the Supernatural, actually enjoys hunting, and has GOOD reasons to try and save all the people she can so they don’t have to suffer from the supernatural world like she did. Now imagine I am Gabriel: Alex starring as Sam. Claire starring as Dean. You were born for this girls. As it is now, so it must in the future. PD: if it’s too stupid, please ignore me, I’m just with the after-episode crazy mood.

Hi! It’s not stupid at all, and I guess it’s sort of where they’re going - the fact they seem to be planning a Wayward Daughters spin-off gives me hope in a way, because it means Sam and Dean could actually retire without feeling (too) guilty about it. It also means they probably won’t end the series with a ‘the world is now empty of monsters’ thing, which, again, is good news not only because we know quite a few nice monsters, but also because such a thing would likely require a very costly sacrifice, so I always pegged it as the ‘Sure, we’ll die here but it’s worth it’ scenario. 

So, yeah - Alex and Claire using the Bunker, Sam settling down with Eileen and mostly cataloguing stuff and getting lost in old books, and Dean looking increasingly like that a worried dad who’ll come around and fix your car and bake you a pie and tell you some improbable story about archangels when he’s had one too many beers. And I know Cas is in there somewhere (probably rolling his eyes at Dean because No, that’s not what happened, I was there too, you know), but I’m distracted by the fact you’re Gabriel in all this? How was that decided? Can we sign up or something? Because man, now I want to be Gabriel too. 

I mostly want him to be alive, though.

2am in berlin; eventual kawoshin long distance au. tiny drabble. loop theory involved.

He gulps, clenches and unclenches his hands and sits. The name shocks him right down to his core. He has never seen Rei’s brother (he has), never heard of him before (he has), never once known of his existence (he has, he has, he has) and yet he wants to see him, wants to meet him.

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Secret Santa - Luke Hemmings [FLUFF]

12 Days of 5SOS ~ Day nine

Summary~ Getting your crush’s name in the office secret santa has you worrying over what to get him for weeks on end.

Word Count - 890

For the past week you’ve been ill, which has meant a lot of missed work time, but that’s not what bothers you, while you’ve been away you missed drawing names for Secret Santa. You always loved your floor’s office secret santa, it’s your favourite tradition, seeing the look on someone’s face when they open your present, knowing that if they tink it’s terrible they’ll probably never discover who got it, not to mention the obvious, getting a present yourself. Walking into the office you get the usual “hi”s and “glad to see you”s until you get into the elevator alone. Watching the doors shut you sigh at a moment of peace before a hectic day back. That’s when a hand grabs the elevator door and you jump as it pulls back and in walks Luke, the boy you’ve had your heart set on since you arrived at this office.

“Hey, [Y/N] good to see you back, how you feeling?” he maintains eye contact through the reflective metal elevator doors.

“Better than I did,” you manage a response.

“Well we really missed you on our floor,” he laughs. “Secret Santa is in full flow though”

“Ooh, I forgot about that,” you completely lie keeping your eyes glued to the slow changing numbers on the elevator wall.

“I suggest you go take the last name as soon as you get,” he suggests and you smile.

Just then the door opens and he practically jogs out leaving you to wander into the office. Your friend, Dani, meets you by your office space and walks you to the kitchen where she shows you a now practically empty jar sitting with ‘Secret Santa’ written in glitter glue, and in the bottom is one piece of paper folder up.

You hold your breath

Reach in.

And draw.

“Who’d you get, who’d you get?” your friend excitedly jumps like a child.

You sigh and gulp, “Luke”

You watch Dani’s face contort into joy and amusement, “You’re kidding”

“Shut up,” you whine pushing past her, “Just, don’t”

You’re unable to give your work your full attention for the duration of the day as you’re too distracted by the thought of finding something to give Luke. It has to be around $20, it has to be somewhat nice, but it can’t be obvious from you.

That day, as soon as the clock hit 5 you head out nd straight to the shops where you plan on getting something. You spend until closing time looking, that’s too personal, that’s not personal enough, this is just dumb. It’s hell, eventually, when you’ve given up on looking, you buy them all, intending on making the decision later and sending backk the rest.

“What did you need me for?” Dani sighs walking into your office.

You sigh and open your desk drawer to show all of the presents.

“What did you do?”

“I don’t know,” you reply. “I just, didn’t know what to get him!”

“Fine,” she sighs again. “I’ll help you”

She begins looking through the drawer and picks out some stuff.

“This is cute,” she picks out a tacky leather bound notebook pre-printed with Luke’s name.

“Really, I thought it was tacky,” you whine.

“Well fine… what about this,” she pulls out a simple starbucks holiday gify card.

“Too impersonal,” you sigh.

“Why’d you get this?” she pulls out a vinyl copy of ‘Take off your pants and jacket’ by Blink 182.

“No reason,” you decide to avoid the question.

“Come on this could be the one,” she fidgets.

You exhale, “Well the first time we spoke he told me it was his favourite album, we were talking about our favourite music, I told him I used to have a cassette of Fleetwood Mac which a played to it’s death”

“You’re giving him this!” she states.

“It’ll be too obvious Dani,” you sigh.

“No it won’t be, could be one of the guys at his lunch table, he’s probably had a similar conversation with them,” she retaliates.

“I don’t know,” you’re still unsure.

“Well I’ll tell you what,” she places the vinyl back down, “If you don’t give it to him then I will!”

The day of exchanging gifts arrived and you made the decision, you’d give it to him, so once you saw him leave his desk you moved in for the kill and place it on his desk along side a card. Then you escape.

“Hey, [Y/N],” you hear his voice following you as you turn back and head to your office

He’s holding the vinyl.

“Thanks for the gift!” he smiles.

“Oh, I didn’t..”

“Come on, I know it was you,” he tilts his head

You blush and shrug.

“I hope Santa brings you what you want”

Embarrassed you return to your office and there on your desk is a little box wrapped up, addressed to you from ‘Secret Santa’. And inside you find the Fleetwood Mac album Rumour, on cassette. On the back is a little note with a number and the words ‘Call me’


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I’m, uh, looking at a list of US presidential electoral slogans for reasons and… like…. sorry but I have to share I MEAN LOOK AT THESE GEMS

  • “Defeat the Washington Machine. Unleash the American Dream.” – used by Rand Paul’s campaign
  • Tanned, Rested, Ready."– used by Bobby Jindal’s campaign
  • "Courageous Conservatives” and “Reigniting the Promise of America” – used by Ted Cruz’s campaign, also “TRUSTED,” “A Time for Truth,” and “Defeat the Washington Cartel”
  • “Our Best America Yet!” - used by Gary Johnson’s campaign, common but unofficial slogans include “Make America Sane Again” and “Feel the Johnson”
  • “A Safer World and a More Hopeful America” – George W. Bush presidential campaign (??? SRSLY BUSH??)
  • “Go Pat Go” - Pat Buchanan
  • “Down with King George” - Pat Buchanan, in reference to Bush
  • “Ross for Boss” – H. Ross Perot
  • “I’m Ross, and you’re the Boss!” – Ross Perot (wtf was the 92 campaign???)
  • “Where’s the Beef?” – used by Walter Mondale in primaries against Gary Hart
  • “Not Just Peanuts” – Jimmy Carter
  • “Acid, Amnesty, and Abortion for All” – 1972 anti-Democratic Party slogan, from a statement made to reporter Bob Novak by Missouri Senator Thomas F. Eagleton (as related in Novak’s 2007 memoir, Prince of Darkness)
  • “Dick Nixon Before He Dicks You” - Popular anti-Nixon slogan, 1972 (THIS ONE IS PURE POETRY)
  • “In Your Heart, You Know He’s Right” – 1964 U.S. presidential campaign slogan of Barry Goldwater+ “In Your Guts, You Know He’s Nuts” – 1964 U.S. presidential campaign slogan of Lyndon B. Johnson supporters, answering Goldwater’s slogan
  • “I’m just wild about Harry” – 1948 U.S. presidential slogan of Harry S. Truman, taken from a 1921 popular song title written by Noble Sissle and Eubie Blake
  • “No Third Term” – 1940 U.S. presidential campaign slogan of Wendell L. Willkie
  • “No Fourth Term Either” - Wendell Willkie
  • “Better A Third Termer than a Third Rater” – 1940 U.S. presidential campaign slogan of Franklin D. Roosevelt (I CANNOT EVEN FDR)
  • “Make your wet dreams come true.” - Al Smith, referring to his stand in favor of repealing Prohibition. (HONEST THIS IS THE BEST ONE YET BUT COME ON)
  • “Our choice: Cleve and Steve.” - Grover Cleveland and Adlai Stevenson
  • Rum, Romanism and Rebellion” – Republican attack because of supposed Democratic support for consuming alcoholic beverages, Catholic immigrants, and the Confederacy.
  • “We’ll Buck ‘em in '56” - James Buchanan, playing on “Old Buck”, the nickname associated with his last name. (Also “We Po'ked 'em in '44, we Pierced 'em in '52, and we’ll Buck 'em in '56”. See Franklin Pierce, 1852.)

tag yourself I’m making your wet dreams come true

I Thought You Were Different (Part 25/?) (Steve Rogers x reader)

Part 24

The next morning when the alarm sounded next to your side of the bed, you hit it with an anger and frustration that it didn’t deserve, finding yourself in an immediate bad mood.  Nothing in particular had happened the night before, Steve was still sleeping peacefully at your side, the sun was shining, and you had no explanation for it other than that you had to wake up.  You gently lifted his arm away from your side so you could roll away, swinging your legs off the side of the bed to stand into a long stretch. 

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putting warnings on here can go both ways seeing as there are men on here that look through the tags for our tactics, but better safe than sorry.

Adding a friend last night on snapchat, i had a heart attack realising, that those of you that use your real number for sugaring, like me snapchat obviously has an “add from contacts”  

ANY of my pots could have had my real name and middle name. When i just searched myself on google it got worse as i realised even though i changed some usernames, past posts with that name on was the 1st page on google with my full name.

a lesson to proceed using a burner app unless you make sure to get his number before he gets yours and block him off everything. 

This sucks, idek what to do now seeing as im so easily found


Dean and (Name) were perfect. She kept him sane, he kept her safe. They were practically made for each other.

(Name) got along with everyone, even her enemies from time to time, which came in real handy more often than you’d think. Dean adored her, loved her with every fiber.

But it was not to last.

——-Dean’s POV———-

Music blared through the speakers, my baby whipping her hair around jamming to our toons. Everything was awesome, nothing could make this more perfect.

She gave me a big grin, with her big sparkling eyes, her laugh filling in the empty space as the last dregs of the song played out.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. She was just so perfect. And that was our curse.

The next song poured it’s notes out into the cab of the Impala. Our song.

She looked over at me, squeezed her eyes shut said.

“Dean!!! Sing to me!!!”

A wide grin spread cross my lips,

“CARRYON MY WAYWARD SON!” I tried to harmonize, but I’m a shit singer, (Name) knows that better than anyone.



“DONT YOU CRY NO MORE!” I sang to her.

Queue ultimate air drums, bass and key boarding.

Next verse was hers

“Take it away baby,” I holler just before she continued singing


Next was me, and I sang my heart and soul out for her


she jumped in right in time


More instrumental awesome, and she took off in her angelic voice again


My last solo bit



then all the sudden


The music was mixed in with her screams, my screams, the screeching of tires on asphalt, and the shattering of glass.

I swam into consciousness to find the Impala upside down, covered in blood and shattered glass and the radio still cranking out the rest if our song.

“(Name),” I croaked. Reaching over to her, trying to drags her body with me out of the car.

Once we were successfully out of the wreckage. I could see the other car, that was going the wrong way, that had slammed into us…

I tried to prop her up to get air in her lungs,

“(Name),” I called to her. Her eyes strained against against the bright sunlight.

“Dean,” she whispered to me.

“You’re gonna be okay Baby. I’ve got you. I’ve got you,”

“Dean,” choked out. I felt her broken fingers tighten around my hand, and drag to the gaping wound on her chest that was profusely bleeding. She was dying, and she knew it.

“No,” I laughed a bit. “Nope, you’re fine (Name). You’re gonna be okay,”

She grabbed my shirt front and yanked me down to her face,

“Carryon My Wayward Son,” she managed to cough out, before coughing up blood all down her shirt front.

As the sirens blared ahead of us, her eyes searched mine desperate to hold on to some comfort before her passing. As the intensity began to leave her eyes, as she slipped away. I smashed my lips into hers, and felt her hang on for just a second more, just enough to press back.

“Don’t you cry no more,” I whispered, pulling away. But she could not hear me, she was gone.

Taming The Brat Pt.8

And in the spirit of posting tradition I am once again posting yet another chapter I’m not 100% sure on… Okay, fine, I kinda like the smut in this one… A lot-ish.
Anyway, sorry it’s taken a little while, I’ve rewritten this so many times and I don’t think I can make it any better.
Also, I’m sorry if there’s any grammatical/spelling errors, I write on my phone and I’m terrible at spotting them when I’m editing. I hope it isn’t too distracting if there are any and I’ll edit through again a little later to make sure. Anyway, sorry for rambling, and I hope y'all enjoy ^^

Lil Disclaimer
Genre: Angst/Smut/Nora’s AU
Requested: Sort of
Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Content, long af as always, crude af, swearing, pretty big time skip, roughish sex, BDSM themes, D/s relationship setup, Daddy kink

Pt.1 | Pt.2 | Pt.3 | Pt.4 | Pt.5 | Pt.5.5 | Pt.6 | Pt.7 | Pt.8 | Pt.9.1 | Pt.9.2 | Pt.10

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Originally posted by spooky7

At many points during pregnancy and throughout the stages of raising an infant, there will come many periods during a parents journey when numerous self appointed experts will come out of the woodworks to offer them copious amounts of varied and vast advice they’ll soon realise they never actually asked for, nor do they want. Luckily enough, along the way it gets relatively simple to sift out the worthwhile advice from the busy body, and one of the few people I now willingly accept advice from is my own mother. Though I’ll admit, I haven’t blindly followed along with everything she’s suggested, but I’m of the opinion that what she doesn’t know I’m not doing won’t hurt her.
One of her many recommendations I am glad I agreed to take up though, happens to be yoga and meditation.
Okay, technically my mom recommended Pilates, but all that extra apparatus didn’t exactly speak to me on a lazy ass soul level, so I opted for the version where all I need is my living room floor and a yoga mat. It’s great exercise, for both the body and the mind. I too, would recommend it to anyone. The thing I love about it though, aside from the whole healthy benefits malarkey, is how much it relaxes me. Almost always to the point where I end up falling asleep on the floor. According to my mom, this isn’t exactly the objective, but it’s been working great for me so I see no reason to fix my technique. Besides, it’s not like I fall asleep every time. Some days I force myself to stay awake and actually go through some of the steps. The only catch is that when I’m forcing myself to remain upright, I cant switch off my brain, and I often find it wandering. Today, my little family, asleep on the couch to the side of me, is what has my full focus.

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Treat You Better (Requested Derek Hale Imagine)

Sorry if this was kinda bad…I tried my best to fit the song/video. Thanks for the request ❤️ •••

Your boyfriend had always been abusive towards you, and anyone who had the chance to get close to him…he hit you, pushed you around, and treated you like you were never there to begin with. Other times, he would treat you as you deserved…he would shower you with delicate kisses, and dance with you in the rain. But you always knew that would all come to an end, as he would revert back to his violent behavior shortly after. You constantly had this thought racing through your mind, as it always occurred to you, that you put yourself in a dangerous situation with him…“just like right now” you thought, as your boyfriend sped around another corner, accelerating as he hit open road. “Can you stop being so reckless?! You’re going to hurt someone.” You exclaimed, as he stopped the car in the parking lot of your apartment complex, allowing the both of you to get out.

“y/n! Stop being such a baby. Can’t you handle a little fun?” Your boyfriend smirked, shoving you into a wall, and then pressing you against it, forcing you to be as close to him as he desired. “Let go of me, y/bf/n…I’m tired of this.” You managed to get out, shooting him a death glare, as he had put his hands around your throat. “Tired of what? Me? Our relationship? What, y/n?”

"Whatever.” You said coldly, after he finally let go of you, allowing you to go inside your apartment. •••

"Hey, Der.” You smiled brightly, at your best friend, causing sharp pain to submerge by your neck, as you grimly remembered the fight you had last night with your boyfriend.

"Are you okay..?” Derek asked, worry washing over his face.

"Yeah, yeah. It’s just y/bf/n…” at the mention of his name, you noticed Derek tense up…his jaw clenching.

"I can treat you better than that asshole…” Derek thought to himself, as he had loved you since you first met…but you had never noticed. Even throughout the harsh relationship with your boyfriend, Derek had stuck around. He cared more about you than anyone..and the mention of your boyfriend made his blood boil. •••

The sound of clashing fences, and colliding fists woke you up. You quickly looked over towards the nightstand, which showed the time to be 2:45 a.m. Scrambling to find your shoes in the dark room, you grabbed your phone and ran outside to see what was happening.

You walked out on Derek pinning y/bf/n to the fence, and repeatedly punching him, clearly taking out his anger on the piece of shit boyfriend you have.

"How could you think, even for a second, that I would sit back and watch you time and time again, hurt her like this. You worthless piece of shit. You’re lucky I don’t rip you to shreds.” Derek concluded, showing his fangs, and flaring his eyes at the now terrified teenager struggling to free himself from Derek’s grip.

"What’s going on…?” You said timidly, afraid you’d get yelled at by your boyfriend, but you didn’t think he’d try much with Derek right there.

"Y/n, don’t listen to anything he says. He’s lying.” Your boyfriend said in the same tone he uses before he gets mad at you.

"Derek? What happened?” You asked, not bothering to listen to y/bf/n.

"This one was with another girl.” Derek motioned towards your now ex-boyfriend, as you so decided. “I’m sorry, y/n..” Derek started, all to be cut off by you running up and hugging him. “Thank you, Derek. For everything…and know it’s always been you. You’re the one I wanted.” you whispered into his chest.

Derek flashed his eyes once more at your ex-boyfriend, causing him to finally run away, before finally pulling you closer to him, just as he’d always wanted to do.

"I love you, y/n…know I will treat you better than he ever could.”

"I love you too, Der.” You smiled happily.

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Hello! Welcome to Dazatsu Week!

Where we’ll make beautiful arts, fics, cosplays, etc etc for our lovely otp for a week. The event will last from July 11 to July 17.

Each day will have a corresponding quote and two ideas you can choose to do.

Here are each prompts:

Day 1. (What’s your name, boy?)
A. First Meeting
B. First Impression

Day 2. (What? You idiot!)
A. Break up
B. Separation

Day 3. (Can you? My new subordinate is a lot better than you.)
A. Faith
B. Jealousy

Day 4. (I did it mostly for Atsushi-kun.)
A. Sacrifice
B. Choices

Day 5. (Then, why did Dazai-san saved me?)
A. Savior
B. Doubt

Day 6. (Because neither Dazai-san nor the agency has forsaken me!)
A. Family

Day 7. (Victory is yours, Atsushi-kun.)

You can tag your work #dazatsuweek2016, #dazatsuweek, #dazatsu within your first five tags so the admin can see it. Th admin will visit dazushi tag as well to be sure.

The main theme for this event is for everyone to appreciate this pairing and to have fun. Enjoy and see you in a month!

Gather Around Because the Newest Member of the El Search Party, Ain, Has Arrived!
By GM Amelia

Heya adventurers, so how about that fun pre-creation event last week? Fun, right? I hope you all got to choose the perfect names for your angel because he’s finally here! Errr… tomorrow! You’ve seen him in action during our livestreams but you can finally test him out for yourselves! Are you excited? You should be because he offers a totally different experience than what we’ve seen from the rest of El Search Party so far, so you better look forward to that!

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