pulled in all directions

Prince Rupert’s Drop

Did you guys ever hear about Prince Rupert’s Drop? The British Royal Society was really interested in these things back in the 1600s.

It’s basically a long, thin, practically snaky bit of glass that you get when you drop some molten glass into water. It solidifies into a shape like this:

The interesting and weird thing is, you can’t really break the bulb part. You can take a hammer to it but it won’t break. But the long tail is fragile and easily broken. And if you break any part of this thing, it explodes. Really, it just blows up into a million tiny little shards.

With modern high-speed cameras, they’ve managed to measure the speed of the fracture at slightly faster than one mile per second.

The reason why it breaks like this is because, when the molten glass rapidly cools, the surface hardens right up, but the inside still stays hot for a while. As the inside cools, it pulls in on itself really hard in all directions, leaving the entire drop in a constant state of high tension. When it’s entirely cooled, it only takes a tiny fracture to release that chain reaction of released tension that breaks all of it almost at once. 

Writing Characters that Slowly Descend Into Madness

Okay y'all this is one of my absolute favorite tropes / character arcs / whatever you want to call it. I’ve written at least two characters that end up twisted and deranged… While it’s fun to do, it can be a little difficult to nail down, so I thought I’d share some tips! 

From Avatar the Last Airbender’s Azula to Gollum, characters often think that they can handle the Ultimate Power™ when they really can’t. These corrupted characters and their character arcs can be tricky to write, so here’s some pointers! 

  • The character to be corrupted should have a one track mind. Your character needs to have a goal in mind, one that (at least in their eyes) requires the Ultimate Power™. This goal can be as simple as world domination, or as complex as “I need to get revenge on this specific person in this specific manner, or else I won’t be satisfied.” It’s up to you, but you need to make sure that your character’s every action revolves around this central goal.
    Or, if your character has two motivations, like reconciling themselves to their family while simultaneously saving the world, make sure they can only do one of them! This will cause lots of conflict and it will be great..
  • Get used to writing internal conflict. In one of my novels, the main character has the power to clean the world’s water supplies, but her friends disapprove for…complicated reasons. She has something of a mental breakdown, wondering if she should be doing what she is. Internal conflict is a great way to show your character being pulled in two different directions; after all, tearing our characters apart is the name of the game. 
  • Make sure your character thinks that they are using their Ultimate Power for good. Even if they’re not. Especially if they’re not. When you can follow a villain’s logic and understand why they are doing the horrific things they are, they become that much creepier.
  • The Ultimate Power must be so attractive that your character can’t help but use it. The only way your character can be corrupted by power is if they use this power. Therefore, they must use it often. Whether this be a superpower, power that comes from the crown on their head, or dark magic, make sure your reader gets plentiful helpings of seeing the character use it.
  • Don’t be afraid to take it slow. Characters descend into madness, they don’t plummet into it. Let your character spiral slowly downwards, let them saunter casually into their twisted ways of thinking.
  • If they can’t be redeemed, they should probably die. Characters that have gone power mad really only have two options: redemption or death. Sometimes your character can pull out of their downward spiral and recognize their mistakes. This may lead to them siding with the very people they had been against, like Magneto teaming up with Prof X to fight a Bigger Baddie. Or they could just admit their mistakes and go on their way, like Mystique occasionally does.
    But if you can’t find a way to redeem your character (or don’t want to), then you should probably consider killing them off. Characters mad with Ultimate Power™ are usually unsustainable, and will usually self destruct at some point.

A character who descends into their madness and power-craziness and has a descent that is really well written can be super engaging. They are, at least, my personal favorite to write and read about. Have fun, and happy writing!

If there’s a writing thing you want to see me post about or you just wanna say hi, go ahead! I’d love to hear from you.

Break-Up Novella.


Here we have the very first part to a very anticipated, very emotional, very long-winded, very angsty-filled break-up story where we see the missus and Harry split and cope in ways that only bring them back to one another, closer than before and deeper in love than ever before. A little novella(?) that I’ve been working my hardest on and spending my free time perfecting just for you guys. 

I cannot thank you enough for being patient with and understanding that it’s been something I want to be 100% happy with. It’s been tough, I’m not going to lie. It’s been hard to find motivation because I’ve not written very many sad stories whilst being on here; I’ve read them! But, not written many, so, I hope this is the start of something new (cue High School Musical reference).

I’m still very iffy over the argument scene. So, bear with uit, haha. It’s the first piece of angst that I’ve written…

But, I’m finally SO happy to be sharing it with you! For the next 5 days, you’re going to be taken on a journey of emotions between the two of them. Enjoy! x

Keep reading

I’m a very troubling thing - I’m the good and the bad. I make your head spin and your fists clench, but I can make your nose crinkle and breathe at ease. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a headache and sometimes you don’t understand why you do the things that you do; but I can tell you that it’s all because of me. I can make your eyes flood with tears and your chest feel empty while your lungs slowly start to collapse because it finally hit you that I’m all too much. I can and I will pull you in all different directions. Because I don’t make sense, and I never will. But, you cannot live without me; I give you life, I give you hope, I am your home. Through all those tears, and all those scars, all that emptiness - I am everything you’ve ever wanted. I am the one thing you will spend your whole life looking for. Because I can make your heart stop, dead in its tracks, and bring it back to life in one split second.

I am love.

—  c.f. // “you cannot live without me”
Shinee as the Mafia + How He Met You

||| Anon asked: Can I request something for shinee like the Monsta x reaction: they’d win the mafia+how they met you? Please and thank you! |||

Onew/Lee Jinki

Originally posted by dayumonew

  • Was actually working in the gang till he killed the previous leader declaring himself the boss.
  • A lot of people didn’t support him so he had to deal with them himself.
  • Even nowadays he tends to kill the ones that look even a little bit suspicious.
  • Because of that (and fear) he gained everybody’s respect.
  • Likes planing and going on the missions himself, much to his men displeasure as the gang would surely fall without him.
  • Is really good with all types of weapons but prefers not to make a mess.

He was going to kill you after you talked back to him but found your courage amusing. 

“Where did you come from? Don’t you know the rules in this gang?”

“I follow no rules.”

“Is that so?” he asked standing up from his desk and pressing his gun to your forehead.

“Are you trying to scare me? Because it’s not working.”

He fired a shot into the wall near your head. You just closed your eyes and exhaled deeply.

“How about now? Still nothing, huh? How interesting! I’m going to enjoy your company.”

Key/Kim Kibum

Originally posted by celes-tae

  • Only the most trusted members have seen his face as he works as a spy for the group.
  • He doesn’t actually hide but likes to remain in the shadows.
  • Works quickly, silently and without a trace.
  • Can infiltrate any building in 5 min or less.
  • If paid enough would also assassinate anybody, doesn’t matter who - men, women children.

 You were working as a guard for a government building he infiltrated. According to his resources you were not supposed to be there, so he when he landed through the vent on the floor he was surprised to see you there just you were. He quickly grabbed your arm before you could take your gun out and slammed you against the wall.

“Now you’re going to listen to me and not make a single sound or I would have to kill you, that would be unfortunate though seeing how pretty you are, so do you understand?” he asked and you nodded quickly.

“Great.” he smiled. “Considering you work here you must have all the key cards to access guarded areas, right?” he searched your body.

“Everything is accessed by identifying the fingerprints.” you told him.

“Really now? Then I guess we are going to spend some more quality time together.”

Kim Jonghyun

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

  • Unwillingly works as an assassin for the gang.
  • That’s because he would rather make the people disappear than kill them but as he’s the best shot in the whole gang the leader often asks him to care of business.
  • Talking about disappearing he’s the one you should come to. 
  • The people he dealt with would either end up in prison, be sold on the black market or end up in unknown, deserted places in less than 24 hours.
  • Tends to put on a serious face while on the job but is actually horrible at controlling his emotions which gets him in trouble most of the time.

He met you by accident when he was disposing of a body in a forest you were jogging. You just froze in your tracks out of fear and disbelief.

“Who the fuck goes jogging in these types of forests at this hour?” he thought. Seeing as you were just standing there and not running away he wondered what to do with you. He didn’t want to kill you and he was not afraid if you reported him to the police as most them were bribed. So he just took the body and dumped it in the hole, hoping you will take off. He didn’t expect to see you armed with a stick when he looked up. He just barely avoided your hit.

“Whoa, missy. Calm down.” but you were already swinging the stick in all directions. Annoyed he tried to pull it out of your hand which made you lose your balance and for him to fall on top of you.

“Well this is rather unfortunate for you.” he smirked but when he saw how sacred you were he just got back on his feet, picked you up and threw you into the backseat of his car.

“Maybe Minho will give me some advice on what to do with you.”

Choi Minho

Originally posted by itsonewday

  • Right hand of the boss and sometimes even more reliable than him as he their leader tends to be reckless.
  • Doesn’t take shit from anyone.
  • Has a really short temper if you get him angry. 
  • Even though that happens rarely he just whips out his gun and kills whoever annoyed him on the spot.
  • Takes care of the gangs documents, finances, resources and such.
  • Likes to plan everything carefully before taking action.

You had nothing to do with the mafia as he often met you in the park, where he came to relax from the stress and tension in work. You would always sit at the same bench at the same time reading (he later calculated everything, so he would be able to see you whenever he came to the park). You could often feel his stare and whenever you looked up he would quickly avert his eyes. After a few weeks of staring you decided to talk to him changing your position every single day to get close to him. When one day you came and he was not there you were quite disappointed. Suddenly strong hands grabbed you and made you sit on the bench. His face was inches from yours and he looked angry.

“Are you trying to seduce me or something to get some info? What’s the deal with you?”

“I, I-” you started.

“You what?” he shouted.

“I just wanted to talk to you that’s all.” you said trembling. Only now did he realized how stupid and suspicious of everything he his.

“Oh fuck, you don’t know anything about me, do you? I’m sorry for scaring you. Could I treat you to coffee or something as an excuse?”

Lee Taemin

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

  • His job is to gather information. 
  • As much as he enjoys torturing it out of someone he would often use other means to get it.
  • Is actually a really good thief and manages to snatch the things he needs without trouble.
  • He also learned from Kibum to sneak in and out without being noticed but that doesn’t always work as he needs more practice.
  • Dances his way out of trouble when the need arises
  • Likes small weapons like scalpels and such because they let him inflict more direct and precise pain.

He was about to steal your purse (just for fun) when you unexpectedly turned around and saw what he was going. You gave him a big slap and ran away asking for help. Not wanting to draw any attention to himself he quickly caught up with you and pushed you into an alley. He slammed his hand on the wall near your face, securing you in place.

“Look lady, I didn’t actually want your bag. You were even not supposed to see me but now that you know how I look, it might get dangerous.”

“Please, take whatever you want, just don’t kill me.”

“Whatever I want, huh? Then I guess I will take you.” he said knocking you out and throwing you over his shoulder before you could protest.

A/N: Woah this got longer then expected!! I laughed a lot at my own jokes while writing this, their are not even that funny, their are not even a lot of them here, I think I need more sleep 😂 Anyhow, feel free to request more scenarios, reactions etc, I keep up with a lot of groups both male and female!! 😃

( @illesty posted a good prompt earlier and I couldn’t refuse, so here you go my dudes! I hope I was able to do it justice, it was trickier to write than I thought aaah)

“Is everyone ready to go? This planet might be crawling with Galra invaders, so we can’t afford to forget anything.” Shiro recited, methodically fiddling with his helmet as he slid it on.

There were echoes of approval from the rest of the team as each member fastened their own armor and prepared their bayards. The process was clockwork at this point, each step flowing one after another.

Lance slid his helmet on and groaned under his breath, looking exhausted before the day had even begun. The rest of the team looked psyched up to hit the battlefield, but something kept tugging in Lance’s chest that couldn’t match their energy. 

Keep reading

Life in Color (Part 2)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Summary: Modern AU. An artist in every sense of the word, Bucky sees color in everything, vibrant as they fill his world with magic. What happens when the colors fade? 
Word Count: 595
Note: Super duper big thank you to Kumi ( @mellifluous-melodramas ) for writing the summary and for editing this part!

Originally posted by a-khaleen

Steve doesn’t even bother knocking on Bucky’s door. He was polite at first, he would knock, waiting a few moments before entering the apartment, but after the first month of constantly checking on his friend, knocking when he already knew that Bucky wouldn’t come to the door seemed stupid.

He kicks the door closed with his foot after he walks inside, the slam reverberating through the room loud enough to hopefully wake everyone up. Sure enough, a girl wearing what’s clearly last night’s dress walks out of the bedroom, smeared lipstick decorating her lips and heels dangling from her hand. Steve holds out one of the three lattes he brought over to her which she takes. She smiles shyly at him before moving quickly out of the apartment. Bucky’s conquests are always a little embarrassed when Steve brings them coffee, but they’re always grateful. The walk of shame is better with caffeine, even if it means that a stranger knows the man you just slept with well enough to know that there will be a girl in his bed without being told.

As usual, Bucky waits until the girl is gone before stumbling out of bed himself.

Keep reading

@tiptopevak <3 

It’s thursday which means today was the weekly dinner with Even’s parents. (Liv Bech Næsheim had made kjøttkaker, since she knew it was Isak’s favourite - even though he adored everything she cooked, lbr)

It went on for longer than planned, as almost every week, because Isak loved the way Even’s dad wanted to have his opinion on football games and how Liv fussed over him and Even. Asking if they ate enough, how school was going for Isak, what their plans for the weekend were and how their friends were doing (don’t mind that she asked all of that everytime she called). 

And he hadn’t really been sleeping great these past few days, with all the exams and Even finishing school (and well other activities to celebrate that fact *cough*) he was exhausted.  So, now when they made their way up the four flights of stairs Isak felt how tired he was with every freaking step.

They more than once had the Baby, it’s high up yeah, but the view! - Fuck the view, Even talk. 

They finally made their way into their flat and when they toed out of their shoes Isak yawned. It wasn’t a polite yawn but a full on mouth-open-noisy-face-scrunching-yawn. He heard Even chuckle and suddenly felt the long arms of his boyfriend wrap him in a warm hug. 

“My little tired kitten.” Even murmured, smile audible in his voice as he nosed at the curls on Isak’s temple, where he left two (or four) kisses. Isak nuzzled his head into the side of Even’s neck and hummed his whiny agreement, putting his own arms around Even’s middle.

But then he pulled back suddenly, frowning. His hair stood in all directions, eyes small and half lidded. Even bit his lip to remind himself to wait for what Isak wanted to say and not crush him in a tight hug and smooch his face all over because adorable!

“No kittens.” Isak mumbled and shook his head. “No cats. I think of Mags and Vilde when you say kitten.”

Even laughed loudly at that, turned his face away and back again as he always did, eyes crinkled up from his smile. Isak grinned lazily at the sight.

“Ew and we don’t want that. Ok. No kittens.” Even said and they both scrunched their faces up at each other before Isak bumped their noses together.

Isak closed his eyes and tilted his head up a bit, like he used to do in their early days. Asking for a kiss, asking for reassurance, for warmth and affection. Even complied of course and after the kiss he pulled Isak further into him. One hand stayed on his back and the other moved up and stroked through Isak’s curls as they swayed a bit from side to side. 

“Hmmm. No kitten. Then maybe-” Even’s soft voice was interrupted by Isak loudly yawning out “Lion!” 

Even actually snorted, which got him a scolding tsk from Isak (who wasn’t offended enough to leave the place he was cuddled into though). “Shut up. I’m majestic as fuck.” he more felt than heard Even chuckle at his grumpy reply and smiled a content smile into Even’s neck where his face was squished. 

“Lets just agree on monkey, then.” Isak said against Even’s skin and pressed a kiss there when he felt the arms around him tighten. 

Examining Him

Ok so this one shot (which I was encouraged to do by @fangirlhani, yay hope you like it hehe!) is basically just a fill in scene for TLD. I hadn’t tackled the infamous ambulance ride yet, so this is just my take on the unseen from that part of the episode. I don’t want to build it up to be anything more than a fill in because that could be disappointing lol. Does it feature our ship? Yes. But it’s only very mildly romantic and it doesn’t alter anything existing in the canon. So naturally there’s the angst warning too. Wow, I really know how to sell my own fic don’t I? Lol! Better read it now before I keep talking about how it’s not going to thrill you. XD

And thank you to @captain-darthsydious for giving it a read beforehand! 😉 

“Well done, Molly,” Sherlock announced in his inappropriately chipper voice. “You did remember my coat!”

Molly didn’t respond. She was still mulling a lot of words around in her mouth, unsure of exactly what should and shouldn’t come out yet after hearing what John said upon her arrival to meet their mutual friend. Instead, she called up to the ambulance driver in the front seat.

“Ok, Fred, we’re all set to go.”

“Where we goin?” Fred called back.

That was an excellent question. Molly looked to the slightly shabby, albeit annoyingly attractive, man lounging on the gurney for further instruction.

Sherlock called out an address to him, then pinched the bridge of his nose as he lay back against the pillows.

As the ambulance began to move, Molly got up from the bench and took out a stethoscope and blood pressure cuff from one of the supply drawers. Sherlock threw off the dressing gown he’d been wearing and began unbuttoning his cuffs and rolling his sleeves up in preparation. He let out what sounded to her like a painful exhale, and that was what pushed her to finally speak freely as she took a seat on the edge of the gurney. 

Keep reading

Welcome to dailyvicturi’s ‘Fic of the Month’ post! On the 1st of every month, we will choose a fanfic to feature on our blog. The fic and author will get an aesthetic graphic, a review of their fic, and a place on our ‘Hall of Fame’.


One Step Sideways by airgeer


“Waking up in a world where the best possible turn of events was a literal doppelgänger was not exactly what Victor considered a great morning.

The other Victor apparently begged to differ.

“Amazing!” he said, poking Victor in the shoulder.”

Just as Victor and Yuuri are about to start the final dash of preparing for the Grand Prix Final, Victor finds himself in a different reality- one where he, rather than coaching Yuuri, is in the middle of skating his retirement season.

They don’t know how it happened, or how to fix it, but neither Victor has ever let details like that stop him.


When Victor wakes up in another dimension, he doesn’t know how he got there or why. And if that isn’t weird enough, he runs into an alternate universe version of himself, one who didn’t see Yuuri’s Stammi Vicino video and continued skating under Yakov. He’s lost, clearly putting on a mask, and isn’t happy at all. 

In order to fix whatever went wrong in this world, Victor (the one we know and love) does everything in his power to find his doppelgänger inspiration to feed off of, and get himself back to his own dimension in the process. 

I’ve read a few time travel/change dimension fics over the years. A few of them are done well, and others try but come up short in the delivery. This fic blew away my expectations and then some. The way the author worked with two dimensions was gloriously perfected, and their use of two Victors never made me question which one I was reading about. Technically, this fic was fabulous. 

But that’s not exactly why I’m recc’ing it. Besides being technically brilliant, this fic also packed an emotional punch that stayed with me long after I finished reading it. Using multiple POVs pulled me into all different directions and gave me insight I wouldn’t have been able to get if only Victor was narrating, and getting into the thought process of these various characters truly led to an exhilarating experience filled with laughs and tears galore. 

This fic is a work of art. Give it a go!

Punish [Rick Grimes x Reader]

Thank goooood someone is writing oneshots about Rick they’re so hard to find. Can I request one please? Or do you take requests at all? If so I’d like to request one where Rick is the readers DaddyDom and reader is his little girl. DDLG with so much dirty talk. If you don’t take requests I’m sorry lol

Hope you all enjoy! ❤️

Originally posted by painfulblisss

Warnings: Daddy Kink, DDLG relationship, SMUT, Dirty Talk, Spanking, Rough Sex, Punishment, Oral Sex (male receiving), Unprotected Sex, orgasm denial, slight d/s

Words: 1,505


Keep reading

remember me not

Drabble Request: 35. “Why are you looking at me like that?” + Hoseok || for anon

Characters: genie!hoseok x you

Words: 14.1k (oml this is monstrous)

Inspiration hit me like a train and gave birth to this mess. This was also supposed to be a Valentine’s Day gift, but that didn’t happen so now it’s a gift since Hobi’s birthday is coming up. Special mentions to Admin Z, @kittae, @ssconce, @pink-strawberry-flavored-kpop and @suha-min​. To readers, enjoy! and happy reading!

Keep reading

oculoslux  asked:

Could a large planet spin fast enough to weaken its gravity a noticeable amount, without falling apart?

Short answer: yes!

The apparent gravity you feel from a planet is due to the amount of matter the planet is made of and the distance you are from the center of the planet. The more matter, the greater the gravity, and the closer you are to the planets surface, the greater the gravity.

Lets find a local planet and put our Friend A on it’s surface. The gravity he feels is easy to calculate. What matters is how dense the planet is, and what the distance from him to the center of the planet is. If the planet is denser (lead), it’s made of more stuff and has a higher gravity. Less dense (like marshmallows) will result in lower gravity.

If we dig a tunnel down into the planet and put our friend B in it, she will feel less gravity for two reasons. First, there’s less stuff between her and the center of the planet because some of the planet is now over her head. Second, that part of the planet will pull up on her, and will reduce the gravity she feels a little bit as well.

If you are at the center of the planet, you will feel no gravity. The mass of the planet is pulling you in all directions at the same time with the same force, so it all cancels out. I have to give a shout out to the movie Total Recall (the newest one, not the one with Arnie and “get your ass to Mars”). They show that the Fall experiences zero-gravity as it passes through the core of the Earth. A nice piece of scientific accuracy in a movie.

If we start spinning the planet, both A and B will also feel another force - a centripetal force that tried to toss them away from the center of spin. It’s the same force that you feel on a carousel or in a car making a quick turn. This force, because it is in the direction opposite the planet’s gravity, will result in both A and B feeling slightly less gravity. The planet’s gravity is still there, but it’s being partly counteracted by another force.

The faster you spin the planet, the less gravity A and B will feel.

And yes, you need to be careful. If you spin the planet too fast, it will fling itself apart. You’d have to spin the Earth about 100 times faster to fling people off the equator. Any faster than that and you’d start to throw off pieces of the planet itself.

The Earth has a bulge around the equator as a result of it’s spin. It’s not much, but it’s there. That means you’ll weigh less at the equator than at the poles - because you’re further from the center at the equator, and the centripetal force if higher at the equator than at the poles.

This centripetal force is also partly why most US space launches take place in Florida and are launched towards the east (the direction the Earth spins). It’s closer to the equator than the rest of the nation, and that gives the rockets a bit of a boost. Not much, but rockets are hard enough as it is. Any little bit helps.

For more information, this video is pretty good. Warning - it shows math!

So, yes, it is possible for a large planet spin fast enough to weaken its gravity a noticeable amount. Our own Earth does. I’m not sure how noticeable 0.34% is, but it can be easily measured.

Bed Rest || Chanyeol

Word Count: 1.7K

Genre: Fluff

Character: Chanyeol + Reader

Summary: The doctors had put you on bed rest because you were so late into your pregnancy. However something had to be done about that empty nursery.

A/N: Booop. Ok so I already had this story written before I hit my lazy streak. So as soon as I pull myself up out of that then I will be updating my stories soon ;) Hope you enjoy~

The boxes were everywhere in your living room, they covered almost every surface and made it impossible for you to sit down and watch TV. They were just a stark reminder that your husband was never home. You didn’t push any blame onto him though, he was an idol so you understood why he always had to be gone. But the nursery wasn’t going to build itself and with him coming home at late hours in the night exhausted you didn’t want to make him do it either. You wanted him to rest so he could be at his best.

“Alright. I’ll do it myself.” You rolled up the long sleeves of your shirt and waddled your way to the hallway closet, opening it up staring down at the ground. Bingo. You adjusted your stance, spreading your legs a little more and and slowly bending over.

Being pregnant was a chore in itself but not being able to bend over was something you weren’t going to allow during your pregnancy. Especially since you and Chanyeol were always constantly dropping things.

You grabbed the tool bag that neither of you really had a use for and hauled it up, carrying it into the empty room in your house. Chanyeol had helped you move into the house when you were still early on in your pregnancy but now that EXO was preparing for a comeback you were left alone for the most part, your job having already put you on maternity leave. Bed rest could wait.

You made your way back into the living room and grabbed the closest box, looking at the label up top and seeing that it was the baby blankets and diapers and random things you had gotten at your baby shower. You set it aside in the kitchen and then grabbed a bigger box. You tried to pick it up but it was still a little heavy.

Looking at the label you saw that it was part of the crib that you guys still had to build. You moved to the opposite side of the box and inch by inch pushed the box towards the nursery. You didn’t bother to bend down this time, you just simply pushed it with your feet. When you made it into the nursery you rested against the wall as you slid down towards the floor. You spread your legs wide and scooted closer to the box.

You pulled the box opener out of the tool box and slid it along the entrance, opening the box quickly and peering inside. You pushed aside pieces of wood and reached to the bottom, pulling the instructions out of the box. When you heard the tearing you froze, peering into the box once more and groaning loudly.

“Damn it!” You pulled half of the instruction booklet out and laid it next to you, reaching back in and carefully pulling the second half out. It was just your luck that the instructions to build it would tear on you.

You shook your head and pushed away negative thoughts, not letting the hormones get to you. You could simply just read one half at a time to get the instructions. What you weren’t expecting was to see the instructions completely in korean with no pictures.

“You have got to be kidding me.” You had adapted pretty well to living in Korea but it would take you ages to read all of this. Sure Chanyeol had been helping you slowly and you could speak korean just fine by now but reading was another problem.

You set the directions aside once more and pulled out all the pieces, throwing the box aside and laying them out before you so you could look at them all. This was going to be easy, like putting a puzzle together was all. You reached for the first piece and stared at it; it was a long skinny flat board and it looked like it could possibly be the top of the retractable side. Then again it could be the top of any other side as well.

Once again you took a deep breath, your mind set on having this done today and got to work. It was taking forever of course, the crib only slowly coming together. Your inability to move didn’t help one bit, you could barely bend over that much and you had to keep getting up every forty minutes to pee. You were starving when it approached the three o’clock mark and you hadn’t had lunch yet. Maybe a break was in order.

Staring at the side of the crib that you managed to fix and the scattered remains of the rest of the crib you decided that yes indeed it was time for a break. Once again you scooted on your butt towards the door, grabbing at the door handle and hauling yourself up off the ground. Your back was starting to hurt now but that was nothing new for your pregnancy. Back aches were common for you.

“I’m home!” Your husband’s voice rung out through the house and you couldn’t help but perk up.

“Chanyeol?” You turned around and started to waddle your way down the hall, turning your head to see him taking off his jacket in the entryway.

“Hey. How are you feeling?” He quickly made his way over to you and gave you a short kiss, his lips pressing against yours for two seconds before he pulled away again. He didn’t give you any time to answer though as he fell to his knees in front of you. “Hey little man. Treating your mother well?”

Chanyeol’s hands came up and gently trailed up the sides of your stomach. He always found time to talk to your son, even if it was the hushed whispers at night when he thought you were asleep. His hands slowly trailed to your back and he looked up at you, waiting for his answer from earlier.

“I’m ok. Just a back ache.” You smiled brightly down at him and in return you received his smile back.

A small gasp left you as his fingers pressed into your lower back, pushing at the muscles that ached. You closed your eyes and relished in the feeling, Chanyeol didn’t do this often because of the simple fact that he was never home and you were glad that when he came home he showered you with love and adoration. He did whatever you asked of him without complaining. Of course you had trained him like that in the first place, all those months running around for you whenever your time of month came. He was the sweetest husband.

“Was he moving a lot?” You blushed at his words, knowing full well that wasn’t the cause of your back ache at all. You had to prepare yourself for a scolding soon but you didn’t want the massage to end so you just shook your head.

“Chanyeol that’s not my back.” You squeaked out at him and shifted on your feet when his hands traveled lower, lightly squeezing your ass when you had thought he was moving down to your legs.

“I know. I just couldn’t help it. You look so sexy.” He sent a pout up at you and you giggled, moving away from him and his grabby hands.

“How on earth can you possibly find me sexy with a belly like this?” You moved to the kitchen table and sat down in the chair, sighing heavily at the release of the pressure. He shrugged his shoulders in response but placed a sweet kiss on your head.

“You seem tired babe. Are you sure you’re ok?” You bit your lip and glanced at him. Might as well just get it over with.

“Yeah don’t worry about it. I was just trying to set up the crib in the nursery is all.” Chanyeol’s body went rigid, you saw the fear flood into his eyes as he looked down at you. His eyes were flitting between your stomach and your eyes for a good minute before he spoke.

“You’re supposed to be on bed rest! Why were you up building a crib?!” He wasn’t really shouting at you but his voice rose in panic and in your pregnant state you were fragile. Damn hormones.

You teared up and looked away from him, watching your hands that gently caressed your belly. You didn’t mean to make him upset you just wanted to do something nice for him so he wouldn’t have to set up the nursery when he was so exhausted from work.

“I’m sorry. I know you come home tired most nights and you go straight back to work when you wake up and I just wanted to help a little so you wouldn’t have so much to do on your own.” Your voice was unsteady and you coughed in your efforts to keep the tears in. Much to your disliking they flowed down your cheeks anyways, the hot trails of tears running freely along your face.

“Oh my god.” Chanyeol heard the sound of your voice and dropped to his knees once more, reaching up and grabbing at your face. “I didn’t mean to yell at you. Please don’t cry. I was just worried about the baby.” You could tell he was feeling guilty about having made you cry but you also knew it was just because of the hormones that you cried.

“No it’s just these stupid hormones. It wasn’t your fault Channie.” At the sound of his nickname his smile graced his face once more. He quickly brushed his thumbs across your cheeks and wiped away the tears that had fallen.

“I have a couple of weeks off soon because of the baby. I’ll fix the nursery then ok? Please listen to the doctors and stay in bed.” You gave him a smile and nodded. He would be home soon and you honestly couldn’t wait.

“Good. Because the instructions were all in Korean and I probably messed up.” At that you both fell into a fit of laughter, Chanyeol’s body shaking with the deep chuckles as he threw himself into his laughter. He always laughed with his whole body and that was something you loved about him.

Hopefully your child would take after him. Adopt the best of Chanyeol and the best of you. Not to mention Chanyeol’s talent. You wouldn’t mind having two musicians in the house.

I wrote a cute kili X reader story. It gets kinda fluffy but gets very smutty, quite fast. This was my second story written regarding the Hobbit so let me know what you guys think. Send me some requests too if you would like. love u guys 💛

warnings: smut + fluff and a SUPER hot dwarf.

“Y/N, Kili, go look after the ponies. Make sure you stay with them.” Thorin trudged off, giving orders to Oin and Gloin, leaving Kili and me to secure the ponies. He glanced at me, revealing a smirk.
“For goodness sakes, Kili. What is it?” I bickered.
“Well, after the constant state of stress, and well, Thorin is finally not around-” He pleaded.
“Kili, I know what you’re up to and it’s not happening.”
He simply looked at me amused.
“I have no doubt you’ve flirted with every lass you’ve met. You exasperate me.” I threw the luggage down, emphasizing my stress. His face fell somber,
“You truly think that, Y/N?”
Caught off guard by his sudden grave state, I replied, “Well- yes. You’re incredibly flirtatious and you have this attitude which I find atrocious. You don’t take anything seriously and I find your arrogance vexing.” I stated briskly. His demeanor withdrew and silently tied up the ponies. Guilt washed over me. “Kili,-” I put a hand on his shoulder.
He removed my hand. “No, you’re right. I simply act like this because- well, because I’m scared.” He sat on a large, gray rock and pulled out his smooth stone and began fiddling with it.
“Scared of what,” I breathed, dumbstruck.
“I don’t know what we’re going to find in that mountain and I have anxiety for the dilemmas we will face on the way. I also-”
“What?” I approached him, kneeling down so I was face to face with him.
Kili’s eyes ignited, terror stricken.
“I fear for Thorin.” He exhaled. I knew exactly what he was talking about. I sat in the grass, as he fiddled with his stone, feeling burdened.
“I’m sorry,” I sighed. “I understand. I shouldn’t have judged you like so. Forgive me?”
“Aye, lass. I must apologize for the way I was acting. It’s was not good form.” He winked. I beamed at him, grateful to see him in a more content state.
He looked intensly in my eyes, it caught me off guard. “Time for dinner!” We heard Bofur’s voice proclaim over the distance.
“Aye, time for dinner.” He smiled at me, sweetly.
Dinner was a joyous occasion. There was a plethora of food, that even Bombur ate to his fill. Evening fell, and the dwarves sang a good deal of merry tunes.
I attended to the dishes, listening to the fine music, pleased with how everything was going.
“Let me help you,” Kili ran over next to me, leaving an earthy, spicy scent.
“Oh, okay-” I stammered nervously. My hands shook and I dropped the plate. He picked it up an handed it to me. His rough hand brushed mine and I quickly pulled my hand to my side. This would never had bothered me before. Thoughts swelled in my head.
“Are you feeling okay, Y/N?”
“Yeah, I’m okay. I’m just feeling a bit off.” The corner of his lip tugged into a smile. We continued washing dishes, silently, to the music. When we were finished, I heard his charmed voice, “May I have this dance?” I looked up and met Kili’s eyes. His hand was held out, and his eyebrow lifted.
“My lady?” He urged.
“I am not your lady, Kili.” I teased, drying my hands.
“Surely, you owe me this dance.”
“And what for?” I challenged.
“Well, you were infact a bit impolite to me earlier. I only ask for one dance.” He held his hand forward once more, and I thus took it.
Kili walked me out to a more secluded area, where the music was heard but the dwarves were not seen. The air was chilly and refreshing, as the stars glistened above our souls.
“It’s beautiful,” I commented.
“Yes, she is.” He looked at me like how a writer would look at a sweet and serene poem. I felt special. Something in the pit of my stomach tugged, when I looked in his eyes, so I glanced away.
“Are you okay?” I smirked. He held my waist with one hand, and his other hand interwined with mine.
“You know, Y/N? Since we’ve talked, I don’t feel any form of fear that I discussed. I sense no such feeling lingering… except one.” We swayed to the music, gently and slowly.
“And what is that?” I questioned.
“That you might leave.” He breathed. I dropped my hands and scrunched my brows.
“Kili-” I stammered.
“No, Y/N, please-” He begged.
“You- you love me?” I demanded. He stood, dumfounded. “Kili, do you love me?”
“Aye. I do.” My stomach felt as if it were being pulled in different directions then melted, all at once. I grabbed his shirt and crashed my lips to his. He pulled in further, resulting in a tender, sweet kiss. My hands found their way to his hair, and his to my waist. It felt amazing and- so right. His lips collided with mine. I could tell he had wanted this for a while. His hands traveled to mine, then he stopped kissing.
“Your hands are freezing,” Kili commented. He removed his jacket and placed it gingerly around my shoulders.
“Thank you,” I breathed. He layed me down in the grass and we simply stared at the stars.
“You know, this dance isn’t over.” He mentioned.
“What do you mean?” I laughed, smiling.
He sat up and leaned so close from my face. I felt his warm breath on my skin.
“Kili,” I chuckled.
“Shh,” He leaned in which seemed quite slowly. The earth stopped spinning and I didn’t breathe a breath.
“Kili-” He quieted me by outlining my lips with his tongue. He pressed his lips against mine and slipped his tongue in discretely. He tasted wonderful and I found myself craving more. He pressed his face to my neck and kissed gently.
I moaned, “Oh, fuck, Kili,” He laughed, “Sit up, dear.”
I sat up immediately. “Good girl,” He rasped as he slipped off my shirt. I found myself getting very wet for him. I did the honor of removing his shirt. I grabbed the fabric and ever so gently pulled it over his head. It got caught on his arm, and he chuckled and smiled, “Come here,” And pulled me in a kiss. I felt his warm hand unclasping my bra against my cold skin. I tried to help remove it but he demanded, “No, don’t move.” I remained fixed. He withdrew my bra and analyzed my body. I felt self concious. My arms moved to cover my breasts but he caught my arms.
“Y/N, you’re so fucking beautiful.” A timid smile became of my face as he wrapped me in a hug and kissed my forehead. Kili’s hands moved up to my wrists and he forced me down on the ground, his weight on me. “Stay, sweety,” He ordered. His heat radiated and his scent drifted over me. He crawled his way down my body and I didn’t dare move a muscle. He slid off my pants, gradually. Kili kissed my hips and trailed his tongue down to my entrance. I jolted in pleasure.
“Don’t move,” He repinned my wrists. His lustful eyes burned into mine.
He placed his finger in my entrance, deeply, and began stroking on my walls, gradually building up speed.
“Oh, fuck, Jesus Christ, Kili” I sobbed. I rocked my hips into his hand and released.
“Good, darling,” He sat up and licked his fingers.
“I want more, Kili.” I stated, practially breathless.
“ Beg,” He ordered.
“Oh fuck, Kili, please.” I frantically kissed his neck. He kissed my collar bones, then sat up, removing his pants. My heart skipped a beat.
“Would you like this?” He purred.
“More than anything.” I whispered.
Kili separated my legs and slid into me. He felt heated and his sweat trickled onto me. Kili began rocking back and forth. There was a tugging sensation in my gut and it made my chest burn and my brain go hazy.
“Faster,” I moaned. He developed speed and continued pounding into me. I glanced at his face, and I knew that during that moment, he wouldn’t have known how to count, hell, he didn’t even known his own name. Kili moaned, “Ah, fuck,” I felt a wave of pleasure rock through my muscles. I tensed up then completely went limp, unable to move. He went slack on top of me, his head on my chest. I ran my fingers through his hair, “Wow,” Was the only word going through my head.
“Do you still find me annoying?” Kili laughed.
I giggled, and kissed his forehead. “Yes.”

anonymous asked:

i'm looking for some angsty war-time h/d fic, do you have any recs? especially ones where they struggle with allegiances / aren't on the same side immediately, maybe like a "sleeping with the enemy" situation at first. sorry if that sounds overly specific, i was just listening to "between the bars" by elliott smith and it's soooo h/d and it gave me war-time fic cravings! thank you!

Here are some war time Drarry;

Temptation on the Warfront by Alizarincrimson (180k)
Draco Malfoy is forced into hiding with the Golden Trio and dragged into their search for horcruxes. What ensues is a journey of redemption, unexpected friendships and an unwanted, turbulent romance with Harry Potter. Warnings for swearing, sexual content, and dark themes. [Oneshot Sequel Let them Hear]

Walking the Line by Silentauror (180k)
Sixth year is over and Draco Malfoy is on the run. The war is on and an unwanted assignment is forced upon him by the only people he trusts - and a one-time arch-enemy just may be out to kill him. DM/HP, HPB spoilers. Complete!

And I Know the Spark by Firethesound (15k)
All Draco cares about is keeping Potter alive, and he’ll do whatever it takes to make sure that happens.

A Thousand Beautiful Things series by Geoviki (168k in total)
Draco Malfoy struggles with changed fortunes, shifted alliances, an ugly war, and an unusual spell, with the help of a concerned professor, an insightful house-elf, and an unexpected Gryffindor friend.
Delicate Sound of Thunder (Sequel):  Draco Malfoy has always known that happily ever after is only true for fairy tales.  When someone threatens to expose his wartime past, he risks his life to protect his secrets, but learns he’s not the only one with something to hide.  The sequel to A Thousand Beautiful Things.

Not Through With You by Dark0feenix (11k)

Draco doesn’t remember, and Harry doesn’t let him forget.

The Eighth Tale by Lettered (12k)
Draco Malfoy tries to fix the past, but instead mucks it up some more. For Harry, it all becomes quite clear.

It Started in the Shower series by Chickenlivesinpumpkin (124k)
When Harry finds Malfoy in his shower at Grimmauld Place, the two boys struggle to keep their hands to themselves, not realizing that their ‘enemies-with-benefits’ relationship will eventually become considerably darker and more powerful. That relationship will influence the search for the horcruxes–and the war–in unpredictable ways.

Love is… by Melusinahp (13k)
This is a story about love. It is not a romance.

Angels and Devils by Aj_socks (28k)
Draco is captured by the Order and during his time as a prisoner, he realizes that both light and darkness can blind you to the truth.

Boys Don’t Cry by Furiosity and Pixies (50k)
After the eventful Christmas in Harry Potter’s fifth year at Hogwarts, his godfather gave him a badly wrapped package. Inside was something Harry could use to get in contact should the need arise, Sirius said. Harry resolved never to use whatever it was – he would not put Sirius in danger. When Harry had a vision of Sirius in terrible danger, he did not think of using Sirius’s last-minute gift. Hermione, however, did. This is the story of what happened after that.

A Fruit Tree in Winter by Bryoneybrynn (29k)
After failing in his task of killing Dumbledore, life doesn’t go as Draco expected. Sometimes just surviving takes everything you’ve got. And sometimes healing is something you can’t do alone. Story goes AU/AR from the end of Half-Blood Prince.

Promise Me by Frayach (4k)
Draco made two promises that pulled him in opposite directions. He can only fulfill one.

For All That Ails You by Frayach (17k)
Voldemort forces Draco to drink a love potion so that he’ll fall in love with Harry, and he does - madly. But then Harry does too. When Hermione finds an antidote for the love potion, neither knows who loves who. But then along comes the anonymous poetry contest to save the day.

Allegiance and Sedition by SilentAuror (98k) 
The war is in its fifth year, and Harry finds himself caught up in the confusion of friend versus enemy, spy versus traitor.

Consequences of Redemption by Bobbirose (120k)
When Draco makes an impromptu decision to rescue Harry Potter from Malfoy Manor, the two find themselves completely alone and facing the looming climax of the war against Voldemort. Harry must start from the beginning with Draco–and starting over has more consequences than either of them anticipated.

Beneath You by Cinnamon (114k)
Draco had no idea that the repercussions of stealing Potter’s journal and shoving it down the back of his trousers would be so extreme. Featuring nefarious plots, the mating rituals of Slytherins, double-crossing spells, Ron/Pansy, and Draco/Harry.

Under the Cold, Wan Moon by Slytherincess (38k) 
He does not seek war, but when attacked he knows better how to die than surrender.

A Dream of Running Water by Lomonaaeren (35k)
Driven nearly mad by his bitterness against the Dark Lord, Draco becomes a spy for the Order of the Phoenix. The device they sneak him to aid in his reports has unpredictable side-effects—like allowing Draco to dream of a landscape with a river running through it. That would be soothing, if Potter wasn’t there.

Wolfish by Femmequixotic and Noeon (7k)
With wolves surrounding him, Draco seeks safe haven. But as his godfather warns him, wolves come in many forms.

Finite Incantatum by Alysian_Fields (159k)
What should have happened after ‘Half Blood Prince’! It’s the autumn after Dumbledore’s death, the Death Eaters are steadily gaining power, and Harry and his friends are desperate to find the remaining Horcruxes. But then Draco Malfoy arrives at Grimmauld Place, traumatised, starved and drained of all his magical ability. It falls to Harry to show the Slytherin how to adapt to his new way of life, never guessing that Draco has a few things to teach him in return.

The Boys Who Lived by distempered and Writcraft (49k)
The Battle for Hogwarts is over and Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix have lost the war against Voldemort. When his father is killed for treason, Draco Malfoy is forced to return to Hogwarts and finds the school under the control of a much changed Slytherin House, and the cruel leadership of the Carrows. Yet even in the darkest of times, there is light and Draco finds an unlikely ally in Harry Potter. Battered and bruised by the war, Harry’s tenacity and determination gives Draco hope and the two boys forge an unexpected alliance in a post-war world where secrets tear friends apart and nothing is quite as it seems

Secrets by Vorabiza (411k)

Beginning with Draco’s unexpected arrival at the Dursleys, Harry’s summer after sixth year becomes filled with activity and many secrets. As his summer progresses, Harry generates several unexpected allies as he finds himself actively becoming the leader of the Light side.

hope u enjoy them♥

Intent is not Magick

Any experienced practicioner knows when the magick is strong and on target a key aspect of the working is clear intent. This breeds a sort of confusion that leads to statements like, “Intent is the power behind magick.” or “Intent is the most important ingredient of magick.”

Intent is neither power nor ingredient. To explain, let’s borrow an analogy from the philosophy of psychology and neuroscience. We may have heard that a key aspect of a team doing well is team spirit. We can look at a baseball team and understand the roles of each of the players. The pitcher throws the ball such that it is difficult to hit. The batter tries to hit it. etc. We can study all of their duties and how well they perform them and still not find anyone responsible for adding this key ingredient of “team spirit.” That’s because team spirit is not actually part of what they are doing, but a sum description of how well they are doing it.

To continue the sports analogy, you can look at a team and ask if they’re “playing to win.” Have they all got their “heads in the game.” Are they distracted? or are they focused? A kid playing in little league may be out in the outfield picking dandelions and not notice when a ball is finally hit their way. Clearly that kid wasn’t focused on the game. The team wasn’t playing unified with the intent to win.

That’s what our minds can be like when we sit to do a spell. Parts of our minds may be off picking dandelions while only a few parts of us are doing the magick. To the conscious mind it may feel like we’re all there, but the unconscious is a mess.

Clear intent can begin with a statement of intent. We put that down into a sigil to relay the message to the outfields of our minds. Dramatic ritual, sexual imagery, pain, the sight of blood… these all draw focus. When all the parts are paying attention and pulling in the same direction, the state of gnosis, from there we can do powerful magick. The intent is just the rallying cry that gets all the parts pointed in the same direction. Intent is important, but it is not in itself really a thing and it isn’t really what is doing the work.

Meditation: On the Nature of Attachment

A SWTOR story, in the universe of Equivalent Exchange.

She is a Jedi first, always. She tells herself it is better that way.

(I indirectly blame @darthyaoi for this one. I found myself oddly defensive of Satele Shan this week, and this was the result.)


Meditation: On the Nature of Attachment

It’s better this way.

Her mother wanted to marry, they say, wanted it so badly she argued her case to the Council. (Defiance runs in their blood, she supposes, all the way back to Revan and Bastila three hundred years ago. The Shans were never much for following rules when it came down to it.) Satele was only a child, then, no more than three when Tasiele stopped visiting the crèche, and she didn’t understand why- only that one day she was there, the pretty woman who used to feed her sweets when the crèchemaster wasn’t looking, and the next she wasn’t.

She doesn’t hear the word exiled until she is ten and then it’s a whisper, mouth to ear, two Masters’ eyes following her as she walks through the temple corridor. She knows enough by then, from other whispers, to understand, and twists her Padawan braid anxiously around one finger.

At nineteen she inherited her mother’s journals, leatherbound books written in copper-plate script, a note tucked into the first volume. For my daughter. A final defiance.

Her mother was strong.

Keep reading