red verse

Aquamarine in a woman’s age-blanched face:
those eyes shock me like red twig dogwood
flaming out of snow: the only color winter can afford.
Your eyes, lodged in a beautiful province,
shouldn’t shock me this way but they do:
yellow-flecked green like spring fields
with dandelions coming through.

anonymous asked:

Thank you so much for the comfort headcannons, they are very nice and made my day better :) Let's keep the fluff train rolling with Tfa ultra magnus, bayverse crosshairs and mtmte red alert when they are doing something inconspicuous/completely normal and their cybertronian S/o says out of the blue something along the lines of ''Primus...,I love you so much". (or something like that)?


Ultra Magnus TFA

He’s quite shocked when you say something so heartfelt out of the blue, he doesn’t really know how to respond. Still, he smiles gently and thanks you, assuring you that he loves you too

Crosshairs TF Bay-verse 

He laughs at first, saying ‘yeah I have my moments’. After a moment, he asks what brought on the statement. Even if your answer is just a shrug and ‘I felt like it’, he’ll grab you for a quick kiss. He’s not the most affectionate bot but he does indeed have his moments 

Red Alert MTMTE

He’s completely stunned. What brought that on? Had he done something? Should he do it again? He’s a bit embarrassed when you tell him you just felt like reminding him, he feels bad for turning a sweet moment into an interrogation. Later when the two of you are going to your separate habs (he’s not ready for a shared one yet, but that’s fine) he grabs your hand and says ‘I love you too by the way, in case you needed reminding as well’ 

Unfortunate Luck

Here on AO3 by TheAceApples

Summary: Somebody accidentally activates the Temple of Procreation. Tucker and Locus reap the benefits.

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: Locus/Lavernius Tucker

Characters: Lavernius Tucker, Locus | Samuel Ortez, Agent Washington (Red vs. Blue)

Additional Tags: Temple of Procreation, Sex-Pollen, of the as non-dubious as i could possibly make it variety, Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, i named this ship Lucker because i’m hilarious and regret nothing, note: i wrote this purely out of thirst which was a fun new experience lemme tell you, Post-Season/Series 13

I just really like the idea that whenever Church gets too angry/borderline violent, Donut jumps on him in an attempt to hold him back until he calms down. It literally never works, and Donut just ends up making very high frequency noises when Church tries to get him off of his fucking face.

the darkness creeps in
slipping in in the silent moments
and your light is gone, you pushed them away

losing control, losing confidence, losing grip
it feels like nothing is going your way
so the anger grows, the hatred simmers

enemies become allies
while friends are dismissed 

in a fight you kill instead of incapacitate
your weapons and clothes covered in blood
and you grin


This is how a hero becomes a villain by Abby S (the-ships-to-rule-them-all)

@blyedeeks @rosymamacita @marauders-groupie @deadcatwithaflamethrower @jamesandlilyaredead @wellamyblake @wellsjahasghost @katefullergecko 


—– Laughter rumbled briefly through his chest, a deceptively warm sound that followed light-turned-fury until wine touched the stag’s lips. There was approval in it, a hint of relief at the reveal of ferocity emerging from the all-too-gentle mouth, the sight of tainted sibling one he had not considered a possibility.

A short-lived contentment prickled overly sensitive nerves, a sliver of a moment in which the thunderer grins, sloped lips then dropping under the onslaught of words. Hurled questions halt the rising hand, dripping fingers left untouched by the god’s tongue.

‘ Idea?’

The word is uttered calmly, slowly falling from his lips, and only a short glance is spared for the animalistic signs of Baldr’s anger. Were it not for the questions rekindling barely subdued rage he would have appreciated what was observed, would have enjoyed the sight of rare turmoil in the other.

‘ This is more than a mere idea,  lítið stag, much more than a simple, fleeting thought suddenly appearing in the mind of the greatest king that has ever lived- ‘

It is almost unbearable to regard the sibling as the queries resonate for a moment longer, irises boring cold blue into bright gold.

This is our birth right, this is our purpose!’ Jaw stiffens, step forward a heavy stomp that drives sole into the sodden grass, crimson splatters joining smeared companions on thick leather. ‘ This world is ours, formed from the slain Ymir who perished from the grand strength and power of our kind, of our father. It is ours for the taking-’ lightning forks sharp lines across scowl, illuminating the disdain in his expression before settling in a white glow across pale irises.

‘ It is ours to do with as we please. We belong here, not holed up on a distant realm while land and resources are used by simple, undeveloped, useless creatures.’ Bitter taste is chased away with a violent spit onto the ground, posture pulled into a defiant stance. ‘ Unlike you, I am exactly what I was destined to be. You always were an insult to our kind, weak in body and mind, a lion weeping for the insect squashed under his foot. Bite your tongue before you speak ill of our ways again.’

As piercing as the glacial stare was, Baldr never blinked. His teeth were bared now, golden hackles raised as the prey turned predator to gaze fire back at ice. He would not bow before the lion like he always had, not while this burnt deep in his heart. Another’s blood stained his skin, clumped his hair to knots, and tainted his lips. Thor’s cruelty had reached too far, and his slandering words were merely the tipping point.

With speed only the gods could possess, the stag swung his fist to impact on the Thunderer’s jaw. It collided with a thick sound as bone met bone, knuckles impacting on the steep-dipping jaw. Still Baldr was not finished, although it was his tongue to be his weapon. Moving with a swift duck, a golden hand caught the broad muzzle of the beast, forcing gazes to meet once more.

‘’You call me weak, blood brother?’’ came the poison words, spat in a furious coldness that seemed unbefitting of the gruff accent. ‘’I, who share the same mother, the same father? You call me runt without thought to it being you who stands as the abomination of this family? You, who tarnishes the very meaning of the word god?’’

Wrenching the Thunderer’s head with a force unbeknownst to the Truth-Speaker, it seemed as if the very cosmos did lend him strength. The Yggdrasil did quake at the crimes committed, her bark burnt and blood seeped to her heartwood. Mutual though stars were, unbiased in their unwavering scrutiny of the worlds, even they raged with their god. Wheat-tinted skin scorched as the anger heated blood, blood warmed flesh, and yet still he was not done.

‘’You stand as every meaning for the word monster. Birthright? Our birthright is to be what the universe has gifted us domain over! You are no more a Thunderer than Odin is the greatest ruler to have been. You are a deluded boy, Thor, and you are not worthy enough to walk upon this ground, let alone wield that hammer.’’

If you have said in your heart, “I have lost everything. I have nothing left in my life.” Remember, God makes beauty out of ashes. God can make all things new for you, better than before, if you just let Him. He takes your spirit of heaviness and robes you with a garment of praise. He takes your tears and mourning over what took place and gives you His precious oil of joy. Where everyone saw your end, God sees a beginning. You are a tree of righteousness. You are the planting of the Lord. You are a daughter/son of the King of kings. You will fulfill your divine purpose. You will do every work God has preordained for you to do. You will finish your course will joy. Out of your belly shall flow rivers of living water. Whatever the enemy has meant for your evil, God will turn it around for your good for His glory! Isaiah 61:3

anonymous asked:

Do you have any recs where an alive! Hale pack reacts to Steter? Whether they can't believe Peter has found someone just as snarky or if they don't think it's gonna last and whatever is Peter doing to the poor boy? The fics don't have to be centred this though, just some interesting reactions from the Hale pack would be nice. :) Thanks!

Definitely! Here’s some I liked:

The Unexpected Marriage of Peter Hale by moonstalker24

This is the story of how Peter gets married without technically dating anyone.

“You can bring your boyfriend with you,” Talia says.
Peter stops giving Henry more bits of dried fruit to stare at his sister “Boyfriend?”
“Of course!” Talia gestures at Stiles who looks around behind him with wide eyes. “I’m sure the whole family would be interested in meeting your young man.”

Proposing To Strangers by moonstalker24

At the end of a strained relationship, crime novelist Stiles chooses to hide from the world inside a bar with far too many motorcycles outside it for comfort. Here he’ll meet the man of his dreams, eat food and propose marriage, all within the first five minutes.

Peter doesn’t know who this kid is, but he’s cute and looks like he could use a break. So he feeds him. He’s not expecting a marriage proposal, but with what comes after, he doesn’t really mind.

Sweet Like Cherry Wine by ladypigswagon

Stiles growls softly. He can’t seem to get the beak right, it’s too narrow, disproportionate with the rest of the head. He sighs, charcoal smudged fingers leaving grey marks on his cheeks as he drags a hand over his face. The crow he’s studying hops closer, squawking indignantly when it sees Stiles drawing.

“I’m trying,” Stiles mutters. The crow squawks again, hopping back along the branch. The setting sun casts a warm orange glow through the gaps in the treetops. His mother will probably come collect him for dinner soon; he needs to get this right before the light fades.

This Time Around by alternativename, Green

Stiles is a seer dreaming about a pack of werewolves who die in a fire; Peter is a begrudging packmate who doesn’t really feel like part of the family.

When Stiles finally crosses the line and changes the Hales’ history forever, the two of them start up their own story.

Sanctuary by DiscontentedWinter

The Hale Wolf Sanctuary isn’t just for wolves.

It turns out it’s for Stilinskis as well.

Red String verse by gryvon

Peter had given up hope of ever finding his soulmate until the red string on his finger leads him to a four-year-old. He’s going to Hell. Or jail. Or both.

You Had Me at Canapes by LadyArinn

Stiles doesn’t mean to sneak into the Hale wedding, and he certainly doesn’t mean to have cliche coat-room sex with the bride’s uncle, but what had happened, happened, and it wasn’t like he could just leave. At least, not until he got to have some of that cake.

The Time Travel Grammar Book by Guede

Young newly-single mother Talia takes her three children home, only to find her parents missing and her teenage brother talking about strange monsters in the woods—and they’re werewolves themselves, after all, so this is worrying.

Meanwhile, Stiles, Scott, and Lydia touch down in yet another timeline. Obviously, they’re not here for the nostalgia.

The Dragon’s Wolf by DenaCeleste

Stiles is a vengeful dragon, and Peter is his mate. Stiles just has to convince Peter of that while they deal with the attempted murder of the Hale pack.

Write Me Love Notes in Glitter Glue by pibroch (littleblackdog)

The task of the modern educator is not to cut down jungles, but to irrigate deserts.

Stiles is a single dad with two kids, and a real contempt for the status quo. Peter is a kindergarten teacher with an army of loyal little minions, and maybe a few ulterior motives.

Can I Tattoo a Baby? by Elpie (Horribibble)

Before he inked his first tattoo, Stiles Stilinski had filled a dozen sketchbooks.
Before he knew what he wanted to do with his life, Stiles Stilinski had a kid to take care of.
Before he threw in the towel completely, Stiles Stilinski met Peter Hale.

Life is made up almost exclusively of happy accidents. (And some really terrifying childhood memories.) But that’s okay.

(Really they’re all kind of morons, but the Buffy style asskicking doesn’t hurt.)

Goodbye to a World by mia6363

Too many of them had died… and those who were left were more broken because of it. So when Peter hesitantly admitted to knowing about a spell that would send someone back in time Stiles knew he had to do it.

Of Gods and Men by Triangulum

Peter has always had his favorites. It’s not that he’s particularly fond of humans, he’s not, but he finds that walking invisible among them at times is much more entertaining than dealing with the squabbling and politics of the other gods. He’s always been a solitary creature among them, though his sister always calls him strange for that and says that gods aren’t meant to be alone. Maybe that’s why she has a horde of children.


The one where Peter is a god and finds a favorite in Stiles.

We Were Supposed to Be by Udunie

Stiles didn’t know what he expected to see in the closet. It was like every other one down the hallway, filled with cleaning supplies a janitor could need in a hospital. There wasn’t anything extraordinary, not a bottle out of place.

Two weeks ago, Heather killed herself in there.

Omegas were supposed to have sensitive noses, but Stiles couldn’t pick up anything. It all smelled like sickness and disinfectant, like every other room.

“Move it,” Harris barked out behind him. The beta swatted Stiles’ head with his clipboard, sending his ears ringing.

Stiles moved, feeling like he was in a bubble that made everything gray and dull on the outside.

Sometimes he missed Heather. Sometimes he envied her.

Less Sass, More Cupcake by nezstorm, Vaal

Stiles and Peter are a forever kind of deal. They know that, everyone who knows them knows that, the creatures they fight are aware of that, too. What they all don’t realize, though, is that Stiles and Peter haven’t taken the final step yet.

Strange Duet by BelleAmante, thiliart (thilia)

The past three years have been a series of shocking, or not so shocking, successes for 2018 Tony award winner and two time Grammy nominee, Stiles Stilinski. You don’t typically find classically trained opera singers singing alternative folk rock to crowds at Coachella. Nor do you find indie singer/songwriters winning best actor awards at the Tony’s for their Broadway debuts. Stilinski has made it his lifetime habit to defy and exceed all expectations.


A Steter fic loosely based on Phantom of the Opera

Kindred Spirits - Teen Wolf Arc by Starkindler

Stiles was registered as Dormant when he didn’t come online at sixteen, after even his mother’s sudden death didn’t trigger his Sentinel genes. He wasn’t supposed to come Online. They said only an extreme circumstance where he feared for his survival could possibly trigger his genetics into becoming active, but they doubted it would happen even then. In other words, he was broken.

His life just wasn’t that exciting. Or so he thought, until one day he and Scott decided to take a jog in the woods, preparing for cross-country for their Senior year. It was the first half of summer, and starting early ensured they were in great shape for the start of school. There were general warnings of staying out of the woods, talk about how they could be dangerous. Stiles never believed them, because he’d spent some quality time in those same woods his entire life.

Besides, nothing ever happened in Beacon Hills.

Spinning Gold by Elpie (Horribibble)

Stiles finds himself locked in the highest room of the tallest tower, and he knows that when they come for him at dawn, it will still just be a room filled with straw.

Until Peter messes everything up.


“Your doubt, while charming, is unwarranted. It can be done, and it will be done, but first we should come to an agreement, don’t you think?”

you and me are the lucky ones by Sang_argente

“Alpha McCall, it seems like there’s only one way to settle this alliance then.”

“You’re right,” Scott replied. “Stiles and Peter will tie our packs by marriage.”

“Wonderful. Shall we set the wedding for this time next month?” Talia asked.


Temporary Claim by run_for_me

Some, of course, are off limits. Queen Talia and her husband have their special favorites who join their marriage bed from time to time. Laura has several young strapping men that are hers and hers alone. Even Derek has a few favorites—the quiet ones, the sweet ones.

Peter? The Duke only has one.


【⚜】 – A Gesture of Appreciation

【This is entirely overdue, and I apologize. I should have thanked every one of you for the tiny pieces of memories you’ve created for me in the past few months a long time ago, but alas, sometimes, what we want and what is don’t quite match. But I am looking to remedy the situation, so here’s to me doing just that.

I’ve been breaking my neck in an attempt to come up with something amusing to do, as I’m not fond of bias lists, (I can’t, in good faith, exclude anyone), and I’m not fond of celebrating milestones, (the numbers truly don’t matter to me), so here’s what I arrived at: just a gesture of appreciation. This is not meant to mark anything, to compliment anyone, to do more than just thank you for your smiling faces and kind words in the best way I know how outside of writing a Kisaragi Yuffie who can, hopefully, light up anyone’s day. 

Out of all my followers who reblog this post before Sunday, May 7, 2017 at 11:59 PM, I will randomly pick two, and both can choose to request two of the following:

»a sketch of the individual’s character/the individual’s character with Yuffie,
»a promotional banner, or
»a set of ten icons, accompanied by the PDF base.

If the two people chosen are comfortable with providing me with their addresses, I would also like to send each one a small something or other that you’ll just have to guess at until you get it. :)

It has, as well, come to my attention that while there are a number of examples of my graphics floating about my account, my art is, perhaps, inadequately labeled. So I compiled just a tiny advertisement for the purposes of showing you what you can expect those sketches to look like.

And I think that’s about it. Hee.

Once again, thank you, and whatever time of day or night it is for you, I hope it’s beautiful.


Time’s Running Out: Bravo

And we’re back! Not sure when the next update will be; finals season, you know how it is. Anyways, hope you enjoy!

Summary: The Reds and Blues; and their respective Freelancers, find themselves stranded on a strange planet named Chorus. Secrets, lies, and the unexpected seem to lie around every corner, and there might be even larger threats looming over the horizon.

They’re possibly even less ready for Chorus than Chorus is for them.

Pairings: Lots of friendships, Suckington, Yorkalina, Chex, eventual Yorkimbalina, possible others.


Also on Ao3

Wash had survived a ship crash once in his life, and in his opinion that was one crash too many.

This one was different—last time he’d been alone and his world had been flying medical supplies and blaring alarms and the continuous pounding of the word Allison in his mind. It had been hell. And Wash remembered every second of it.

More importantly, he remembered waking up in the infirmary and everything being on fire.

And no one had come for him. This, Wash remembered most of all. Waking up alone, and calling for help, with no one answering.

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