repost these and i will curse you


happy birthday my foul-mouthed knight, izumi sena~! (02/11)


Can love travel back in time and heal a broken heart? Was it our joined hands that finally lifted Maria’s curse? I’d like to think so. There’s some things, though, I know for certain. Always throw spilled salt over your left shoulder. Keep rosemary by your garden gate. Plant lavender for luck. And fall in love whenever you can.

“Not knowing is half the fun,” Aphrodite said, “Exquisitely painful isn’t it? Not being sure who you love and who loves you? Oh, you kids! It’s so cute I’m going to cry!”
-Rick Riordan, The Titan’s Curse (Percy Jackson and the Olympians, #3)

Percy Jackson!AU Moodboard_Chenle|천러| of NCT as the child of Aphrodite for anon
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Believe only half of what you see and nothing that you hear.(x)

Halloween Costumes (Sasusaku version)
Spider Queen And Demon King

Of course i’m gonna do this to my other ships too because its fun!! and sasuke as demon king….. why not his curse form looks like one but i decided not to do that because of the wings (its a freakin hand mercy! i dont wanna draw hand wings at the time)




And you’ll be positively the most fearsome pirates in the Spanish Main. 
Not just the Spanish Main, love. The entire ocean. The entire world. Wherever we want to go, we’ll go. That’s what a ship is, you know. It’s not just a keel and a hull and a deck and sails, that’s what a ship needs. But, what a ship is…what the Black Pearl really is…is freedom. 


► Clarke & Lexa | Clexa || Make You Stay

                          You know I’m gonna find a way to let you have your way with me
                     You know I’m gonna find a time to catch your hand and make you stay
                         I don’t care what clothes you wear, it’s time to love and I don’t care
                           You know I’m gonna find a way to let you have your way with me

Clexa Week | Day 7
A song that you associate them with…


“I am a officer of the law, Waverly. I can’t just go around assisting to murder, no matter how much they deserve it”

In which Waverly is gonna SINGLE HANDED END THE BYG CURSE.

I felt bad I didnt do exactally what @ElyzaClarke asked for. So here’s the actual request: Waverly and Nic watching The 100 together and Waves being the biggest shipper ever.

(I’m pretty sure @gillywulf sells the shirt waves is wearing, btw)

Doodle requests are closed, atm. I have lots to do and I’m moving back to Brazil at the end of the month! Probably will open them again once I get there!

If you repost on twitter please tag me! I’m @cahlac over there! Or just RT the original post!

Mine Pt.1

Vampire Yoongi AU 

Destiny is planned by the soul long before the bodies meet.

Pt.1 | Pt.2 | Pt.3

A/N : I’m finally reposting this after changing the format. Hope you enjooy 

Originally posted by lets-fly-away-bts

You were heading home after a long, draining day at your boring office job. You had to sit with a fake smile plastered on your face all day and just thinking about it made your mouth hurt. You answered complaints, that you couldn’t care less about. Some people would curse you out over nothing, throw all their anger at you, while other would be straight up perverts. Each phone call was more upsetting than the last.

The sun disappeared slowly for the sky to be greeted with light darkness. It was getting late and cold. You rubbed your hands together to create friction for the much needed heat then brought them up to your reddened cheeks sighing at the warm contact. You stopped in front of your apartment building, the thought of having a warm cup of coffee while watching the evening shows was very tempting but you still didn’t want to be alone. At least, out here, there were always people coming and going, so you never felt alone. You didn’t know any of them but their mere presence was comforting. Having had the worst day at work, ever since you started out there, going back to an empty apartment wasn’t exactly the first thing you fantasized about.

You, eventually, decided to take a stroll around the neighborhood. A decision you should have avoided at all cost … Maybe – You be the judge of that -.

You adjusted your coat, burying your face into the large scarf covering your neck and started walking again. The winter breeze still, somehow, making its way through the heavy clothing and sent chills down your spine. You shivered in place as a strong wind went by messing up your hair and sending it flying everywhere. “Ugh ..” you whispered in frustration trying to tidy yourself up when another one hit you harder. Your scarf flew right off your shoulders landing a few feets away from you, you sighed again kicking the ground at your luck and finally deciding this was a bad idea. You turned to grab the piece of clothing when a pale hand beat you to it. You had no idea where he came from as there was almost no one there just a second ago. You looked up at the man, a sadistic wide grin on his face as he stared down at you hunched where the scarf once was.

You have encountered a great deal of scary, even terrifying things in your life but his smile was, by far, the scariest of them all. You eyes traveled to meet his only to fall back from shock. “ What … are you?” you stuttered causing his to shrug. His eyes were as red as blood the black iris swimming in a sea of crimson, his pupil dilated at the sight of, a very frightened, you. You crawled back just enough to make distance between the two of you then swiftly picking yourself off the ground in one motion. You stumbled back, your first instinct was to get away, as fast as you could but for a split second you hesitated. That short instance was more than enough for him to get closer, at a non-human speed, entangling his long, slim fingers in your hair while his face leaned towards yours. His stare was so captivating, so mesmerizing you froze in place. Your heart was beating at a rate you thought would make it explode, you were sure that from this close distance he could hear it and by the dark smirk stealthily curling up on the corner of his mouth, he could definitely sense it. He breathed against your exposed neck, sending shivers down your body from the vibrations of his voice more than the actual sound.

“Run.” He whispered, his smirk widening into an amused smile as he stepped back his hands behind him “As fast as you can. I’ll give you a 10 seconds start.” It was more of an order than a simple statement and you didn’t need anymore to get moving.

You sprung back towards the building cursing yourself internally, your hands looking through your bag randomly for your phone, the keys, anything that would be of help right now but your trembling limbs failing to grab hold of anything. You could hear him from behind counting, his voice getting louder and louder as you stepped further. You were running the fastest you had ever run in your life, but the road only seemed to be getting longer, and you slower.

“Seven … Eight ….” He kept counting, like it was some sick game, you weren’t going to stick around to see the end. “Nine …” His smiled disappeared and was replaced by a cold frown as you reached the front door the the apartment building. “Fuck.” you cursed as you heard him reach ten, pressing the elevator’s buttons frantically. He stood in place even after having said ten, as if he was giving you more time or just enjoying the chase. “You shouldn’t play with your food.” he mumbled before taking a slow first step.

Just when you thought your heart couldn’t beat any faster, it surprised you. It was as if it lurched out of your chest and now becoming a lump in your throat, stopping all air from going in or out of your lungs.

The doors opened and you jumped in not wasting one second.

You pressed your floor’s number like your life depended on it … well … it did. Soon after, you found yourself in front of your apartment door, keys in hand but unable to unlock the door. You stopped, taking in a deep breath to calm your nerves, obviously it didn’t help, so you just tried again this time successfully finding the keyhole.

However, it was too late, you saw something dark moving in the corner of your eye and you hurriedly unlocked the door going in and closing the door behind you and locking it. Remembering when your mom complained about the lack of security and you becoming annoyed at her for being so naggy.

A loud knock on the iron door sent you back in fear towards the kitchen to grab the first knife you could reach. “No, baby girl, that’s not a very good idea.” The rough voice spoke again echoing in your mind, again so captivating you froze.

“W-why are you doing this to me?” You stuttered turning back to face whoever, or whatever, it was.

“Hm … Why ? That’s a good question.” He stepped closer and you stepped back, this continued until your back was left flat against the counter unable to go any further. You met his eyes again, they seemed to have gotten darker not like the vivid bloody look they had to them earlier, they became more of a winey color glistening against the faint kitchen light. You were waiting for an answer, an excuse, a miracle but he just kept moving towards you, his eyes scanning you like a predator.

“It’s sweet how you actually thought you stood a chance, or even had the choice. Sweet … just like that smell of yours.” He ran a finger behind your ear and down your neck only stopping at your collarbone pushing the fabric from your cold skin.

Your put your hands on his chest pushing him back but he was stronger, much stronger than you, and didn’t budge so you settled for a scream.  It was barely audible and your voice cracked in the middle leaving you breathless. You tried taking another breath to try screaming a second time but his eyes snapped back at you.

“Don’t you dare make a sound.” his words piercing your ears like a blade. You couldn’t help but submit to his order as you muffled back the scream. You looked up at him, finally making out some of his features under the light. He had dark green hair.

The chaos in your mind grew even noisier some memories of items of the same color making their way into it, your prom date’s tie, that summer dress your mom made you wear, for a moment you forgot his present almost entirely, until his hands found you again. One gently on your waist while the other tightening around the back of your neck brushing your hair away from your shoulder and gripping it.

“Focus on me, who cares about my hair.” He whispers in your ear and your eyes shot open How did he know? Your mind went silent except for that one question repeating itself. He brushed his lips gently against the soft skin of your earlobe making you flinch.

“That’s better, it was getting annoying… all those memories.” He continued as if he knew the impact his voice had on you.

“Please … Please.” You pleaded not knowing what else to do at this point as he had you trapped with his body.

“Shhsh … don’t ruin the moment.” His calmness was making you even more scared, the nonchalant tone in his voice adding to his psychotic aura. He brought a hand to your mouth covering it gently, surprising you as you thought he would be a lot rougher. He lowered his head to your shoulder leaving pecks as he trailed his way to the middle of your neck. You tightened your jaw turning away from him and squirming around desperate to break free.

A sharp pain shot through your body and your eyes came to a close as you grunted against his hand. Your groan muffled by it. He had dug his fangs deep into your neck and you could feel the blood leaving your body in a slow steady movement. A warm excess of the liquid escaping his mouth and trailing down your clothes and you found yourself trying to concentrate on it to forget the piercing pain he was making you feel. An audible moan left his mouth as he deepened the bite sucking harder and more passionately, his hand tightening around your mouth.

“S-Stop … Please” You managed to let out a soundless plead reaching his ears, you knew he heard you as his eyebrows furrowed in dispute. You didn’t last long enough to see what his decision was as you blacked out collapsing against him.

We Need To Talk...

Originally posted by rorgers

Author: Arfrona-and-Marvel

Word Count: 528

Pairings: Reader x Bucky

Type: Angst/Fluff

Warning: A bit of cursing. 

Notes: This was requested as: “ I don’t know if you’re still using that prompt list you reposted but if you are would you mind doing number 14 with Bucky x female reader?”

Number 14: We Need to Talk


Bucky’s P.O.V

I knew there was something wrong. She was quieter around me, her movements were slower and gentler. No, not gentle… Just… Ghosting. It wasn’t that she was scared of touching me, it was that she didn’t want to. Trying to touch me with the most minimal amount of contact.

She didn’t ask me about my day anymore, or tell me about hers. She just didn´t.

Today, she asked if I wanted to out to Central Park for a walk and maybe a picnic. It was the first time we went on a date in ages. I agreed eagerly. We strolled around and I reached to grab her hand. I saw out of the corner of her eye, her hesitating and almost pulling back. In the end, she holds my hand lightly. I winced internally and started worrying about her lack of physical affection. Or just affection.

She didn’t seem to notice and continued to stare forward, lost in thought. We reached our favorite spot underneath a tree. I sat down and quickly pulled out the blanket for her to sit. I laid the blanket down, and took off my shoes. I used my shoes and my backpack to hold the corners down, and patted the seat next to me for her to sit down.

I looked up and saw that she wasn’t even looking at me. She was staring at some guy who was fairly handsome. He bent down to pick up a baby bottle or something and she was shamelessly staring at his ass.

Anger bubbled inside of me, and I clenched my jaw. A few moments of just watching her watching him, I cleared my throat. Desperate to get some attention. Just a little.

She did not look at me while she sat next to me. Her body was turned a different way, opposite of me. I tried to build up the courage to talk to her, to ask her what was wrong.What I had done wrong. Anything.

“Y/N,” I whispered softly.

She pretended to not hear me, and made an attempt to grab the picnic basket. I blocked her way.

“Y/N,” I repeated louder, “Look, I-I don’t know wha-”

We need to talk, James.” My heart froze and my hands began to sweat. My brain started to think of ways to tell her I love her and tell her not to leave me.

She pulled out a wrapped up box from the picnic basket and she handed it to me.

My hands shook as I opened it, pulling the wrapping and trying my hardest to quickly break the tape. I looked at her to find some kind of emotion and I saw none. My hands began to shake a little faster as I opened the box to reveal a blue binkie.


She looked at me, and I realized that she was scared. She nodded.

And I let out a whoop.

I tackled her and pulled her into a long kiss. I then remembered that she was pregnant and pulled away from her quickly.

“Sorry! I forgot that- and I didn’t mean to- and,”

She pulled me into another kiss, her hands moving mine over her stomach.


Anyone else head cannon pan or bi Scorpius

Honestly I would prefer if he were pan (but I’m panromantic so of course that’s what I think) and him being bi would be cool too

I ship Scorbus so hard though so he should end up with Albus darn it

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Destiel + Text Posts part 3

Stop me. I have responsibilities. Taxes to pay. Yet I’m doing this stupid edits.

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Part 1        Part 2

Cockles Version

Y'all ever realize that every race but Caucasians DONT age? Lol like it's not just blacks.. Hispanics be like 30 looking 18. Asians you can never guess. But white people?

It’s like they cursed for what their ancestors did 😂


ZerVis week Day 7(20th september) :


see this and listen to THIS :’)

it’s inspired by Future Natsu and Future Lucy scene from the golden grass field scene which is my favorite scene </3

Imagine at the end where Zeref finally die, he no longer had to suffer from the curse and he went to the golden field walking alone until he saw Mavis again after a hundred year… standing there smiling and said she was waiting for him.

UGH kill me! ; - ;

anyway, sorry for early post again lmao i had a few more entry but i wanna post this one now cuz it’s too hurt


“… the value of life…”


an Alternate Universe where their kiss didn’t kill Mavis but it broke the curse so both of them could live and grow old like normal people so they start a new life together ; - ;

i’m so upset by the recent chapter and i need to make this AU to feel better ; - ;



[TRANS] D.O / Yoo Youngjin :: Tell Me What Is Love

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Yeah, play another slow jam.
This is my property.
Tell me, what is love?

Forgetting how you didn’t love me,
even if I live on doing everything I ever wanted
why can’t I erase you from my mind?

Who are you to make me this pitiful?
I’d be more relieved if you’d just curse me and go.
Why did you leave my side without a single word?

I’m not ready to break up, wait a minute.
This wait is too long, it has no limit.
No matter how much I call for you without a response,
all that comes back is my own echo.

I hate myself for living on after losing you,
I hope for a someday…
Oh, tell me what is love.
Tell me, what is love?

The two syllables you used to say
looking into my eyes burn me like a branding iron.
My heart already knows,
but oh, tell me what is love.
Tell me, what is love?

Hey, baby, please stop!
Please stop where you’ve been walking away from me.
Now, please… no, no, no.
I don’t care if it’s a lie,
I just want to know why.

Why did you have to keep pushing me away?
Was I selfish to keep going back to you?
I can’t even run away with these thoughts.
Is this really what love is?

I’m not ready to break up, wait a minute.
This wait is too long, it has no limit.
No matter how much I call for you without a response,
all that comes back is my own echo.

I hate myself for living on after losing you,
I hope for a someday…
Oh, tell me what is love.
Tell me, what is love?

The two syllables you used to say
looking into my eyes burn me like a branding iron.
My heart already knows,
but oh, tell me what is love.
Tell me, what is love?

Even if much time passes, I’m stopped in place.
That happy moment stopped me here like a picture.
People ask me, they ask me if I’m okay,
but I’m slowly falling apart, my heart is sick,
it hurts so bad, so don’t go too far from me, oh yeah.
No baby, you, oh no, no no no no.
I’m not a kind of steel, yeah.

I hate myself for living on after losing you,
I hope for a someday…. (Someday you’ll be by my side…)
Oh, tell me what is love.
Tell me, what is love?

The two syllables you used to say, (come back to me babe)
looking into my eyes burn me like a branding iron.
My heart already knows,
but oh, tell me what is love.
Tell me, what is love?