rules-of-ladies

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It was my very first ever game of D and D (5e). I was introduced in a one shot, so me and a few other new players could grasp the rules.
DM: An old lady walks into the bar, and asks the bartender something.
The rouge (me): Does she look like she has anything valuable? *rolls perception gets 3* Guess not.
DM: No, she looks quite poor and in bad health.
The elven wizard: I want to flirt with her.
Everyone at the table: ….What?
The Wizard: What? With her age, shes like a teen to me. *rolls and gets a nat 20*
Long story short…he got lucky and gave the woman (who was our adventure hook) a heart attack.

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Y/N has created a chatroom.

Y/N has invited Tony, Clint.

Y/N: Do you ever wonder if you’re not real?

Y/N: What if we’re just movie characters?

Y/N: What if we’re comic book characters?

Y/N: WHAT IF PIETRO DIED BECAUSE THE DIRECTOR NEEDED SOMETHING TO SHOCK THE VIEWERS? WHY DID HE DIE? I’VE BEEN THINKING, HE COULD HAVE JUST CAUGHT ALL THE DAMN BULLETS ARE YOU KIDDING ME

Tony: WHAT IF YOU CALM DOWN FOR A SECOND?!

Tony: We are real.

Clint: Stop spending so much time with Wade. He’s not good for you.

Y/N: But Wade has a point!

Y/N: I swear…  When I helped Wade track down Francis, at one point I saw words floating in the air… Subtitles? Credits?

Clint: Y/N, SNAP OUT OF IT. WE. ARE. REAL.

Y/N: OMG WHAT IF THIS IS FANFICTION LIKE THE TYPE I READ ON TUMBLR

Tony: You have Tumblr? What’s your blog? I’ll follow you.

Clint: WHO DO THE TUMBLR PEOPLE SHIP ME WITH

Y/N: Oh my god. I… Am… Different people? DEPENDING ON WHO’S READING

Tony has added Wade.

Tony: WHAT DID YOU DO TO Y/N?! THEY’RE BROKEN!

Wade: I just revealed the truth. Helped them realize. Hello, readers. How are you? Looking beautiful as always.

Clint: I’m starting to see it too…

Tony: See what?!

Clint: I HAVE NO BODY I AM JUST WORDS

Wade: I once had no body. When I blew myself up.

Y/N: AT LEAST YOU’RE ONE PERSON

Wade: Ohhhh this is great. Why didn’t I do this sooner?

Nat has joined the chat.

Nat: Why is Clint panicking? I can’t understand what he’s saying.

Y/N: WE’RE NOT REAL

Y/N: THIS EXPLAINS WHY CLINT HAS A FARM!

Clint: WHERE IS MY FARM ALL I SEE IS WORDS AND SOMEONE LOOKING AT ME FROM ABOVE WHO ARE YOU

Clint: They’re kinda cute.

Wade: Kinda? No. VERY cute.

Y/N: THAT’S ME

Clint: WHAT

Tony: Nat, get them to calm down.

Tony: Wade, FIX THIS.

Tony has added Bruce.

Tony: Please get a sedative for Clint and Y/N.

Bruce: Fourth wall breaking? I thought it was a myth!

Wade: I am living proof. I have been trying to show you people but do you ever listen to me?

Bruce: This is amazing! My theory is true, then!

Tony: Oh not you too.

Nat: Clint is lying on the floor. I don’t know what to do. He won’t calm down. It’s like he can’t see anything but his phone.

Y/N: Who am I? WHY IS MY NAME Y/N?

Clint: IS IT PRONOUNCED “YIN” OR “WHY SLASH EN???!?” WHAT DO I CALL YOU

Y/N: WHAT DO I CALL MYSELF

Tony: Wade. I am going to kill you.

Bruce: He can’t die.

Bruce: But if what’s happening is true, I’ll just ask the author to kill him.

Wade: I’ll just ask Clint to kill you.

Bruce: Clint can’t kill me nor would he even try.

Wade: Hahahahahaahahaahahahahahahahaha good one.

Wade has left the chat.

Clint: I see so many capitalized words. This is hell.

Clint: I hear music WHERE IS IT COMING FROM

Y/N: Don’t worry, it’s just the Author listening to music while typing this.

Nat: I can hear music too…

Tony: nO NOT YOU TOO NAT

Bruce: I must document everything! THIS IS SO EXCITING!

Tony: Bruce. Brucie. Our green rage monster. Can you fangirl over science another time?

Bruce: I’m sorry Tony, but this is so rare! Who knows when this will be requested again?

Tony: Requested…?

Bruce: Interesting. You’re unaffected. Either the Author chose this or your big ego is serving as a wall against it.

Tony: BRUCE

Bruce: It’s true though.

Tony: …Yeah.

Nat: Why is my name Nat in all the chats?!

Y/N: WELCOME TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE FOURTH WALL. WE HAVE CONFUSION

Clint: WHY IS NAT TAKING THIS BETTER THAN ME

Nat has changed Nat to Natasha.

Y/N: WHAT HAVE YOU DONE

Steve has joined the chat.

Steve: What’s going on? I’m seeing floating words… Sam is talking to someone called the Reader?

Bruce: Interesting. The more Nat, Clint and Y/N notice and change things, the more the “fourth wall” breaks. Soon our world will cease to be. All will be left is the Chat and our painful awareness of it.

Tony: Can we stop it?!

Bruce: I don’t know… This is different from what Wade experiences. He’s aware but this is… something else.

Y/N: WHY WAS I NOT IN THE CIVIL WAR MOVIE?!? RUDE

Pietro has joined the chat.

Pietro: I feel you.

Pietro has left the chat.

Natasha: Wait… If Pietro died… How is he alive now?

Clint: Avengers Chatroom: Inquisitive. He was resurrected there with no mention of how. Ever since then he’s been appearing even though the chats aren’t connected aside for some references.

Bruce: AMAzing YES CLINT TELL ME MORE

Clint: what the… Calm down.

Bruce: Sorry… I’m just so excited! You’re entering the other chats!

Bucky has joined the chat.

Bucky: Why am I not paired with Y/N?

Steve: This is a crackfic gone wrong.

Y/N: DO YOU READ FANFICTION, STEVE

Y/N: HUH?!

Tony: Can you all just STOP TALKING AND LET ME THINK?! Do any of you not understand how bad this is?! We need to fix it!

Y/N: you know what’s weird?

Clint: What?

Y/N: Soon we’ll have two Sherlocks. Tony is one as he’s played by RDJ. Benedict is going to be Dr. Strange. Maybe then the mystery of WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO PEPPER POTTS can finally be solved.

Clint: OMG

Tony has added Thor, Vision.

Tony: Are you two being effected by the fourth wall breaking?

Vision: No. Everything is normal for us.

Thor: We are too mighty to be effected.

Natasha: Or maybe you’re just not worthy.

Thor: We are worthy!

Y/N: … Do you think we can change the plot to make ourselves be worthy now?

Natasha: Exactly what I was thinking!

Thor: NO LADY NATASHA, GIVE ME BACK MJOLNIR!

Natasha: NO, THE AUTHOR DEEMS ME WORTHY!

Tony: Can I be worthy too?

Natasha: No.

Natasha: Farewell, I’m off to rule Asgard!

Thor: LADY NATASHA PLEASE

Thor: DO NOT DO THIS

Natasha: I’m kidding, Thor.

Thor: I knew that…

Y/N: No you didn’t.

Tony: Vision, any ideas on how we can stop this?

Vision: Perhaps we contact this Author that everyone is mentioning?

Tony: Right, but how?

Vision: I have an idea. I will tell you in person.

Bucky: DON’T TAKE AWAY OUR FUN

Tony: What fun?! Clint almost lost his mind! Our world is breaking apart, or at least for you guys. Those of us who aren’t experiencing this will be fine. Do you want me to leave you as just a pile of words?! And of course, our dear Captain isn’t doing anything about this. Just leave it to one of the geniuses to solve, right?

Steve: Dang, Tony. You really need to calm down.

Tony: I AM CALM

Steve: …

Y/N: Dang son!

Clint: Dang, language!

Y/N: Dang, I can do this all day!

Clint:  He’s my friend, dang!

Y/N: Well dang, it’s been a long day.

Clint: Dang, Bucky?!

Natasha: You know… If Bucky wasn’t wearing his goggles when I shot him, he would have died.

Steve: It’s a good thing Hydra takes fashion so seriously.

Bucky: I thought they dressed me like that to hide my identity and for protection?

Natasha: You looked like you were modelling!

Steve: That walk…

Natasha: And the hair!

Y/N: another movie I was not in!

Clint: Me too :(

Tony has added The Author.

Tony: Hi there. Please fix this.

The Author: Nah

Tony: PLEASE

The Author: Kidding! The chat’s not over YET though so in a bit.

Tony: Wait, prove that you’re actually “the author”!

The Author: … How?

Tony: OH YOU KNOW HOW

Y/N: What is happening nOW

Natasha: Good question.

Bruce: I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU ACTUALLY BROUGHT THE AUTHOR HERE, TONY. HOW DID YOU MANAGE THIS?!

Tony: I’m waiting.

The Author: I’m sorry, Steve.

Steve: What?

Steve: My name is Steven Grant Rogers and I sometimes watch Bucky while he sleeps. He looks so peaceful. Safe. I tear up. Every time. My precious Bucky.

Bucky: WHAT IS THIS

Tony: MORE!

Natasha: Not surprising.

Thor: I am shocked…

Steve: MY SERUM BRINGS ALL THE HYDRA TO THE BASE AND THEY’RE LIKE, DANG Mission Report: December 16th, 1991.

Vision: … I think I heard Wanda calling me.

Vision has left the chat.

Steve: Please, no more!

The Author: BLAME TONY

Tony: … MORE MORE MORE!

Steve: ONE TIME WHEN NATASHA WASN’T AROUND I PRETENDED TO BE HER JUST TO FEEL WHAT IT’S LIKE TO BE SUCH A BADASS BUT THEN BRUCE WALKED IN AND I JUST WHISPERED… “HEY BIG GUY.” I WAS TOO IN CHARACTER. IT WAS TOO LATE. I HAD SAID IT. AND WINKED.

Y/N: DANG STEVE

The Author: And you’re very out of character now.

Natasha: I’m going to pretend none of this happened.

Bucky: With you on that.

Bucky has left the chat.

Natasha has left the chat.

Bruce: The hulk is suffering from second hand embarrassment.

Bruce has left the chat. 

Thor: Steve… Did you really do that?

Steve: Of course not! I’m being controlled to say all of this.

Tony: I think that’s enough now, thank you. You’ve made my life. I can die in peace.

Tony: Can you fix this now?

The Author: It’s fixed.

Tony: it was that easy, really?!

The Author: I AM The Author.

Steve: Are you sure you’re a genius, Tony?

Y/N: DANG STEVE

The Author: DANG STEVE

Clint: DANG STEVE

Steve: REALLY? THE AUTHOR TOO?!

The Author: ily

Steve: What?

The Author: What?

Y/N: Same

Clint: Can I name the chat?!

Tony: No! I want to name it, “Tony Stark Is Amazing and Hot.”

Steve: Why don’t we let the reader name it?

The Author: Good idea. What would you like to name it?

Clint: Why can’t I name it?

Steve: We all know why.

The Author: Well, dang. I should go. This turned out crazier than expected. Thank you for reading. I think you’re wonderful. ily <3. Bye!

The Author has left the chat.

Clint: Y/N

Y/N: CLINT

Clint: Let’s go abuse our fourth wall breaking power before we lose it!

Y/N: Good idea!

Steve: No! That is a bad idea!

Clint: WHAT WAS THAT STEVE? WE CAN’T HEAR YOU

Steve: YOU ARE READING THIS

Clint: I’M DEAF

Clint has left the chat.

Y/N has left the chat.

Steve has left the chat.

Tony: This will be fun to witness.

Tony has left the chat.

Thor: What is going on with these midgardians?

Thor has left the chat.

Sam has joined the chat.

Sam has added Wanda, Scott, T’Challa, Peter.

Sam: I told you! I was right.

Wanda: This explains why Clint and Y/N were acting so strange.

T’Challa: But aren’t you, Y/N?

Wanda: Me?

T’Challa: No. Not you.

Peter: So if they’re Y/N… Can we just address them as Y/N to make it easier?

Scott: Can I just say, Y/N, it is so great to finally meet you!

Scott: Even though I can’t actually meet you, there’s a screen separating us.

Scott: But it is an honor.

Scott: I think you’re a lovely person.

Scott: Wow.

Sam: Man, stop fangirling. You’re going to scare them away! But yeah, we think you’re pretty amazing.

Wanda: I think I love you? Is that too much?

Sam: Me?

T’Challa: No, she means the reader.

Peter: Denied.

T’Challa: You are always welcome to Wakanda if you can find a way to come to this side.

Peter: Are you smiling? I hope you are.

Scott: STOP FLIRTING THEY COULD BE OLDER THAN YOU

Peter: I’m not flirting! They just have a really beautiful smile!

Wanda: We should go now.

T’Challa: I agree. We hope you have a lovely day… Or night. This is really confusing to me.

Scott: We can’t tell because we’re in here.

Sam: Goodbye, Y/N!

Sam has left the chat.

Wanda has left the chat.

T’Challa has left the chat.

Peter has left the chat.

Scott: I REALLY THINK YOU’RE GREAT

Scott has left the chat.

Exhausted

2,500 Followers Drabble

Prompt: “Oh relax…it will probably grow back.”

Characters: daddy!Jensen, daughter Madison, son Max

Requested: @jotink78


“Home sweet home.” Jensen grumbles carelessly, roughly ripping off his jacket as he finally walks through the front door. Having just finished his second complicated surgery of the day, he’s ready to fucking crash for a week.

Jensen barely reacts to the sound of distant yelling echoing through the house, his overworked brain assuming it’s just a TV show. But the voices become strangely familiar as he trudges towards the staircase.

The shriek of his fifteen year old daughter breaks Jensen out of his exhausted state, making him hightail it up the stairs. Ignoring all of the awful scenarios invading his mind, he bursts through the door of her bedroom.

“Madison! What’s wrong?!” The scene Jensen sees makes him do a double take. His son and daughter appear to be unharmed, for some reason she’s soaking wet but that’s seems to be it.

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Beautiful Imperfection|| Charles Xavier

Originally posted by mcavoy

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED UNTIL STATED OTHERWISE - I WANT TO GET MY CHARLES XAVIER REQUESTS OUT OF THE WAY FIRST BECAUSE THERE ARE LESS OF THEM. 

Tag List: @xavier-chxrles @katiedreamy @rivertales @t0ny-st4nk 

Prompt: Charles believes you can’t be in love with him because he lacks one thing almost every man has - legs. So when you finally realize it makes him super insecure, you set off to show him that his imperfection is indeed quite beautiful. 

Set during Xmen Apocalypse - in a world where Alex Summers never really died! Yay!

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I used to work at a Dunkin Donuts the summer before I started college. My most memorable story comes from one afternoon when I was working the window.
My general manager had just left, and as soon as that happens we tended to get a little more ~lenient~ with the rules. So a lady pulls up to the speaker and orders a small iced coffee and a breakfast sandwich. While my coworkers are making her stuff, I open the window and tell her the total, but the lady starts profusely apologizing, saying that she realized after she ordered that she left her wallet at home. She was close to tears. She asked me if I could keep her food so she could go home, get her card, and come back to pay for it, but I told her not to worry about it. I gave her her coffee and sandwich, canceled her order on the register, and told her to have a good day.
Fast forward two months, and I’m working the front counter when I see her again. She comes in with a friend and loudly proclaims, “Yes, this is the lovely young woman who was so so nice to me! I don’t know if you realize this, but I was having an awful, awful day that day. You restored my faith in humanity that day. I’ve been looking for you for the past month or so to repay you.” She tipped me $20 and couldn’t stop thanking me. I couldn’t stop crying.

districtunrest  asked:

Zuko didn't traditionally win the Agni Kai against Azula - Katara helped him. perhaps Azula broke some rule about endangering someone else and that 'disqualified' her anyway, but I think Katara helping Zuko win the crown kind of suggests or foreshadows that she would help him rule too as a Fire Lady, especially when operating under the plans for Book 4.

and if my ask wasn’t clear, sorry, but I really wanted to hear your thoughts. I think your metas are great :)

No, it was clear. And thank you! :)

Yes, it wasn’t a traditional victory and Azula definitely “cheated”. But I think there was a very specific message intended by Zuko giving up his victory for Katara. I’m sure the idea for this scene was conceived back when Zutara was going to be endgame. Azula sees Zuko’s bonds as his weakness to exploit. She thought she had won and he was going to die. Zuko valued Katara’s life more than his victory. But ultimately, it was Katara who saved his life, proving Azula wrong. His bond with her was not a weakness.

There also seemed to be another message intended, connecting back to the Book 2 finale. Had the story actually gone the route of Zutara, I think there was going to be a symbolic meaning to her healing him. In The Crossroads of Destiny, Katara offered to heal his scar, but she was interrupted, and never got the chance.

During Sozin’s Comet, Zuko gains a new scar. But that doesn’t matter to him. The important thing is not that his physical scar is healed, but that someone cares enough about him to save him. All he wanted was to be loved and he is satisfied with gaining a new scar to protect someone who cares about him.

And I definitely agree that Katara being there with him was supposed to foreshadow her role as the future Firelady. Katara has a very special dynamic with Zuko and Azula throughout the story. During The Siege of the North, Katara is protecting Aang.

And we learn that Zuko is trying so hard because he feels like he is inferior to his sister. He is filled with rage as he fights Katara and calls her a peasant. Due to her skill, he seemed to be reminded of Azula when he fought her and this angered him.

During The Avatar State, we see a hint of foreshadowing that was originally intended to be for Zutara. Katara receives the Spirit Water which will be her connection to Zuko.

And Zuko’s special knife is introduced at the end, which was going to symbolize him letting go of his attachment to honor. This episode was written by Aaron Ehasz.

During The Chase there are some interesting camera angles. When Katara fights Azula, she comes up from behind her to attack. During the end, Azula attacks Iroh.

Katara comes up from behind Zuko to offer to heal the wounds that Azula just inflicted. I believe all of this was also foreshadowing. This episode was written by Joshua Hamilton.

I also believe there was special meaning to Bitter Work, written by Aaron Ehasz. When Aang is practicing waterbending with Katara, it mirrors the scene where Iroh is trying to help Zuko bend and redirect lightning. Katara’s role seemed to parallel Iroh’s, but I believe there was a special connection to Zuko as well. As Iroh said, lightning bending incorporates the water element. You need to be free and flowing. Zuko wants to bend lightning to stand a chance against Azula.

The reason Zuko could not bend lightning was because his Sacral Chakra is out of balance. This chakra is connected to water and it deals with emotional health. An underactive Sacral Chakra manifests as guilt, shame, emotional repression and low self-esteem. Katara is not only a waterbender, but her relationship to Zuko was obviously also intended to help him heal his emotional wounds. This is why I believe Ehasz probably intended for Zutara to be the catalyst for Zuko to learn to eventually bend lightning.

When Zuko and Katara are captured, their scenes mirror each other. This was probably foreshadowing their relationship, as well. Both of them were to meet and eventually fall in love, because of Azula capturing them. In a way, their destinies came together thanks to her. I don’t believe that Zuko was originally going to betray everyone in the finale.

I do not think that Ehasz would write Zuko attacking Katara after their first romantic scene if he wanted to portray an enjoyable romance between them that was suitable for kids. So, assuming that the betrayal did not happen, and Zuko was taken back as a scapegoat because Azula suspected that Aang survived in the Avatar State, I believe the beginning of Book 3 would have been different.

Zuko would have kept the Spirit Water hidden to protect Katara. She cared enough about him to offer to heal his scar and he would feel grateful to her. It would symbolize his first real appreciation for the Water Tribe and foreshadow their bond. If Zuko had actually fought alongside Katara and Aang against Azula, then Katara’s feelings would have been far different as well.

She offered to heal Zuko’s scar, but was not able to. After Azula’s attack, their connection was lost. This may have originally factored in to why she was so adamant about helping the Fire Nation villagers. She felt like she had seen good in someone from the Fire Nation for the first time. She wanted to help him, but she could not. She feels like she let someone down who needed her. The Painted Lady was written by Joshua Hamilton and Zuko was still the love interest for Katara even in some of the early drafts for Book 3, so this would not surprise me.

During The Eclipse, Zuko and Katara also share a similar scene where they “strike” the Fire Nation. Katara waterbends the hot air balloon, and Zuko incorporates the water element to redirect lightning at his father.

I also believe this was symbolically significant and a sign of their future relationship together. A solar eclipse is also the time when the Sun and the Moon are in direct alignment. Zuko rises with the Sun, and Katara rises with the Moon. The Eclipse and The Siege of the North were both written by Aaron Ehasz.

When Zuko and Sokka reunite Katara with her father, the scene seemed to be a parallel of the earlier scene with Azula. Katara’s happy expression mirrors Azula’s angry expression.

I believe this was also significant and foreshadowed their eventual duel with Azula, as well as Zuko’s romance to Katara. The Boiling Rock Part 2 was also written by Joshua Hamilton.

Azula confronts Zuko during the same episode that Katara confronts Yon Rha. Their expressions also mirror one another. This seemed to be foreshadowing the final Agni Kai with Azula.

It also draws similarities to Zuko and Katara’s pain with their families. They both face their past demons in The Southern Raiders and they can both understand each other because of this.

And of course, all of this was supposed to build up to Book 4 where they grow closer and develop a political partnership. Zuko learns to appreciate the Water Tribes.

Katara comes to respect the complexity of the Fire Nation. They develop feelings for each other and they are able to heal the damage from the war with their relationship.

Dating Taehyung would include:

Originally posted by beatriceindre

.. this is really mean.

.. you don’t understand he is walking love and affection.

.. trust him to be the man who doubles up as your best friend and boyfriend too.

.. and it all probably started with with a warm hug and “give me a kiss… I am just kidding… I ment a cheek one”

.. you really don’t understand, this man is not normal in the best ways possible.

.. like the shouting you have to control most of the time.

.. “shut up tae tae you’re going to wake up the whole neighbourhood”.

.. and his response would be, in the manliest, deepest voice ever. “You have three seconds to run before I tickle the sleeping moonlight out of you. Ten, nine…”

.. when he gives you that box smile of his and sings your name through the silence it just makes your heart get all fuzzy.

.. You’ll be that happy couple, the ones who don’t mind cuddling and saying cute nicknames in public.

.. your place will turn into animal sanctuary because they are his “babies”. And he gotta make use of you somehow, he can’t keep them at the dorm.

.. you’re his favourite person anyway.

.. You’ll start to gradually absorb his happiness and see life from his perspective. And by that I mean you’ll start screaming more.

.. Oh my God and when he randomly pulls you to his chest, and sings in that paradise of voice it just makes you fall even deeper for him.

.. because he does that a lot.

.. somedays you get that rough, sexy deep voice and others you get the sweet soft melodies.

.. presents, presents and more presents. Belive me, he’ll treat you to everything you can ever wish for. Sometimes you don’t even have to say it, I am not exaggerating when I say he would buy you a diamond necklace for your anniversary.

.. The house would be so quite when he is on tour and you can literally hear his pout from the other end of the phone because he misses you just as much.

.. but when he comes back, you won’t even have time to catch your breath.

.. ugly dancing and the rapping omg. It’ll reach a point where you get used to his husky, sleep stiffened voice rapping cypher or even aggressively singing jungkook’s parts at like 7am.

.. speaking of jungkook, yeah you’ll see him like 90% of the time. Dates when jungkook is dragged along, slumber parties with jungkook, “guess who showed up jagiya?” Sometimes you wonder why does he knock everytime he comes over like Bro just a couple more days and I’m out of this relationship.

.. Taehyung’s general fluffiness might tempt other men to get their hands on you. What they don’t know is that taehyung is extremely territorial. If he saw a foreign hand on you, his expression will drop and he’ll practically sprint off to shake the intruder.

.. and you know that look when he’s concentrating or upset about something and his lips kinda purse together, yeah that’s also jealous taehyung.

.. but don’t let the sunshine dazzle, you this boy can be pretty damn sexy.

.. okay so he comes home with a shady black shopping bag and drops it at the counter like put it on, then you take out the black lingerie as he unbuttons his shirt, licking his lips in lust.

.. so this time your screams end up waking the whole neighbourhood.

.. you’re in for many rounds mind you, you’ll lose the count after 2am.

.. Lord forgive me this boy makes me sin.

.. and when you wake up spooned in his arms, chest to chest. His head resting on yours cute taehyung is reactivated.

.. it really amazes you how sexy and adorable he can be at the same time.

.. people sometimes think dating Taehyung is like dating a child, but that’s completely not the case.

.. Taehyung is a mature yet sensitive man. One that knows how to enjoy life. When to be serious and when to lift up the atmosphere. Taehyung loves with all his heart, no conditions and no rules. If you are his lady, he is going to give you the best of him, all the time.

LORDs with THEIR SPEEDO

You want it?

I SHALL DELIVER IT!

SPORADIC UPDATE IF I WANT TO DO IT! SO DON’T HOPE TOO MUCH~

BGM : CABY SONG - SNSD & 2PM #NOOOO

TAKEDA’s clan (minus Saizo bcuz just bcuz i’m give up with his hair)

“Yukimura-sensei, let’s start this swimming class!”

“Wait the minute girls, I have to change my clothes”

SANADA YUKIMURA, PE TEACHER

“Oho, Aren’t we too excited to start this class?”

“OMG PRINCIPAL SHINGEN! WHY ARE YOU AT HERE?”

“My school, my rules, young ladies”

TAKEDA SHINGEN, SCHOOL PRINCIPAL

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ps : i traced this pose from famous bara artist because i’m too lazy as fuck to redraw it

Fanfiction - Phoenix (Constellations Series)

So one of the most amazing ladies in this fandom, Master Seamstress (©) @outlanderedandoverhere, posted a picture of a beautiful Edwardian teal dress a while back. It turns out we both loved it and fangirled plenty about it. Soon enough the idea of her making a version of that dress for Sindy!Claire and me writing a story to go with it was born – we are just that kind of crazy. She inspired me to go back to one of my series, the place where it all started in a sense. I really can’t thank you enough for your hard work, dear - you are as talented as kind-hearted. I’ll never not fangirl over you.

Phoenix

Brahms echoed furiously through the open doors as the orchestra launched itself in a rendition of Hungarian Dance. It started like a riot, a crescendo of frenetic instruments, that made his blood swirl faster inside his veins, eager to jump and dance in the chambers of his heart.

Jamie adjusted his formal black tailcoats and checked his red hair – tamed by several minutes of strenuous work with brilliantine pomade. He wasn’t that used to it, usually allowing his hair to flow loose and tousled, hidden under his homburg hat when he went out for his daily chores. But the occasion demanded his very best evening attire, like a proper Edwardian gentleman, and Jamie was fairly confident he was looking dapper.

It was a birthday celebration for the daughter of the house, a wealthy heir of lands and titles in Oxfordshire – probably spoilt and coquettish, fishing for a suitable match since her debutante ball at the mercy of the King.

Jamie had been travelling home to Scotland, coming from a season of profitable connections in Paris, when one his best friends, Lord John Grey – a nobleman himself from the finest breed – had asked him to spend a short amount of time at his country house, in order to help him with some complex business arrangement. He had later insisted that Jamie must accompany him to the function, dangling in front of his eyes the chance of introducing his whiskey to a couple of eager – and well-lined – pockets.

After the debauchery he had witnessed in the Parisian cabarets, he wasn’t looking too forward to spending another night drinking, swallowing cigars and pretending to be interested in shallow conversations conducted by batting eyelashes or men comparing cock lengths.  

What he craved was the simplicity of the moors and lochs of the home of his heart, the painting of clouds and mist from his bedroom window – even if for a short period of time. Soon enough, he was meant to make the voyage across the great sea to New York, where he would make the acquaintance of some of the wealthiest railway tycoons, caskets rolling from Fraser’s distillery into prospering America.

Shrugging to ease off some tension, Jamie managed to summon a pleasant smile and entered the house. It was a riveting crowd – men gathered together in corners like wolfpacks, evaluating their prey; woman sipped from champagne flutes, tasting beverage and gossip alike; the orchestra played along dutifully, decided to give a concert even without listeners.

Jamie greeted a couple of acquaintances, briefly commenting on the excellent turnout of the evening and enchantments of the Beauchamp estate, and accepted a glass of rich Portuguese port offered by a doting footman.

After a laboured hour of confraternization, with a brief passage through the baccarat table and multiple polite – or so he hoped – rejections of languid invitations to dance, Jamie was wondering if it would be the supreme abruptness to leave while the party was still at its prime.

Looking around to try to locate John – perched near the piano player, hypnotized in conversation with his friend Hector – Jamie noticed her.

She was standing by the most secluded window, almost hidden by the heavy drapes of the red curtains, only noticeable because of the beckoning colour of her dress – a deep teal, that reminded him of Scottish skies in the summertime, right before the hour of falling stars. She had her back slightly turned, so he could only see her outline.

Her rich brown hair was styled in an elegant and simple knot, with solitary pearls scattered amongst her trapped locks, like drops of sea commanded by Poseidon to the most beautiful mermaid. Unlike other women – wearing flowers or jewelled pins and combs -  she had used a hair accessory that looked like a wee dagger to keep her hair in place – it reminded him so much of a sgian dhu that Jamie almost gasped. She had a pair of simple silver earrings and no other jewellery that he could see.

Jamie moved discreetly, trying to approach her without being noticed. She was looking outside – her hands covered by satin black opera gloves, bracing the marble of the windowsill -, her lips pursed in seriousness, her eyes lost in contemplation of unseen things.

“Ye look bored out of yer mind.” He said in a conversational tone, before he could stop himself. She startled and looked around annoyed, noticing him – her eyes were the most astonishing shade of amber. “Sorry to disturb ye, Madam.”

“That’s alright.” She surveyed him, head to toe, taking him in. “You’re not from around here, are you?”

“Scotland.” Jamie confirmed, smiling. “My estate – Lallybroch - is near a village much smaller than the backyard of this manor.”

“It is an insufferably big house.” She shrugged. “You could easily get lost inside it.”

“Ah.” Jamie grinned, standing closer to her and peeking through the window to the obscured garden. “Do ye think that’s what happened to the fair lady being honoured tonight? People are commenting on her absence.”

The woman snorted, her lips quivering in amusement.

“I’m sure she’ll appear when she wants to.” She admonished. “I hear she has a wicked temper and rude manners. Not suitable to the title of Lady Beauchamp at all.”

“Hm.” Jamie offered her an appreciative gaze. “At least I’d be most entertained. And maybe ye wouldna look so wistful.” He added, softly.

“You do realize I am Lady Claire Beauchamp, don’t you?” She asked, her eyes suddenly downcast, her lips contorting on a wry smile.

“I do.” Jamie nodded, leaning against the wall next to the window. “I was guessing that was the reason why ye were hidden here.” And then he whispered in a conspiratorial tone. “I’d be too, if I were ye.”

Claire gave him a significant look, raising her brows in a display of stupefaction.

“You look more like the type that should be spending the night next to the gaming table, plotting with the other men about the great determinations of Britain and choosing their next young lover.” She said ruefully.

“I was invited to leave the baccarat table, I’m afraid.” He smiled, tilting his head in fake mourning.

“That bad of a player?” She crossed her arms in a very unladylike position, which made the corners of his mouth almost twitch in supressed amusement.

“Actually,” He confided with a grimace. “I think they were tired of me emptying their pockets. I’m verra good at cards – and dice.”

“So you are a gambler.” Claire gave him a lopsided smile, looking mildly interested. “And how did you find yourself here, Mister…?”

“Fraser. James Fraser” He slightly bowed down his head and kissed the back of her hand, feeling her warmth even underneath the satiny fabric. “Enchanté, Mademoiselle.”  

“French.” She commented, looking away to hide her face as a couple passed near them, giggling in search of a vacant room where to express their burning affections. “Do you have ties to France?”

“Very ancient connections.” Jamie admitted, noticing how the candlelight enhanced the honey inside her eyes, the fair skin of her neck turned almost golden. “I just arrived from Paris – made a small detour on my way to Scotland. I have to be in Southampton soon enough, though. I have a passage booked on the RMS Titanic, bound to New York. I hear it’s a verra bonnie ship – a wee beast of the seas.”

“Oh.” She said, sounding strangely disappointed. “I see.”

They stood in silence for a while, their previous conversation interrupted by the announcement of his impending departure. The rooms were filled with the sounds of people gathering to dance a classic gavotte, as the orchestra played on without signs of wavering, flooding the senses as the bodies pulsed with the spirits of alcohol and elation.

“I think I’ll get some air.” Claire finally said, tilting her chin. Her eyes were serious and hardened like crystalized amber. “It was lovely to meet you, Mister Fraser. Excuse me.”

Jamie nodded in retribution, bewildered, as Claire quickly escaped through a nearby open door. He leaned over the window, his eyesight adapting to the surrounding darkness, as he followed her silhouette with his eyes.

She walked with the familiar security of someone who knew the grounds well – a dog, honey coloured like her own eyes, ran from somewhere outside the house and barked to greet her. Claire immediately bent down to salute him, patting his flank with a gentle and caring hand. Her body moved with an easy grace, the promise of her flesh immediate and taunting like a whisper against the back of his neck, disarming him most irrevocably. She was an unusual woman, very different from the image he had created of the lady ruling the understairs servants with an iron fist. Nothing about her was what it should have been - and he had been enthralled with that realization the moment their eyes met.

There was a sadness about her – a peculiarity, like a book misplaced in the wrong shelf, and for that reason condemned not to be discovered. He knew nothing about what pleased her and made her laugh, but was sure it wasn’t the sycophants surrounding them or their many pompous titles.

He watched as she opened the metallic gate, headed to what seemed like a private garden, and without dwelling on it any longer, decided to follow her.

The air outside smelt of lilacs and roses, with a hint of rain to come. He rapidly approached the gate and saw her, sitting in a granite bench amongst a myriad of herbs and flowers.

In that moment, in her teal dress, she was all the lights in Paris gathered together; all the things the old masters had tried to paint, demonstrating beauty – she was the earth underneath his feet and the sky above his head, expanding away from him, limitless.

“You’re trespassing private property.” She announced in a soft voice, declaring her knowledge of his whereabouts.

“I’m a Scot.” Jamie smiled. “We are firm believers in the right of way.”  

“I thought you had to be going somewhere to call that.” Claire gave him a slightly smug smile, noticing his surprise.

“Who says I’m not?” He said in a hoarse voice, their eyes locking. Thankfully, the coming clouds still left the moon untouched – he could see her, her outline like a dream half-remembered, and sense the light shivers of her skin, exposed to the night’s breeze and to his unnerving presence. “Do ye want to dance? It’s yer birthday after all – seems unfair ye dinna even dance.”

“Dance?” She raised her brows, her eyes glowing. “We don’t have music.”

“Aye.” Jamie brushed his clean shaven chin with his fingers, in a pretence of deep thought. “We dinna have an orchestra here in the garden or a gramophone – amazing wee things, those – but I’d dance with ye anyway.”

She gave him an undecided look, stalling by brushing her skirt for inexistent leaves.

“In Paris I saw this dance – different from everything, really, brought on by Argentinians – it’s called tango.” Jamie licked his lips and offered her his hand. “I’ll show ye.”

Claire slowly took off her black gloves and reached out to touch his hand with hers – their fingers coming together with a disconcerting ease. Always looking into her eyes, steadying and reassuring her, Jamie brought their bodies to full contact and guided them in a few steps of the exotic dance, which soon would become the art of lovers, the rhythm of passion capable of shocking every matron and hostess.

“This is interesting.” Claire almost panted, as Jamie lightly squeezed her thin waist with his fingers. “You must have been in some extraordinary places in Paris, Jamie. Must have partnered with lots of girls there, leaving a trail of crushed hearts in your wake.”

“No.” He replied, his voice husky. “I didn’t understand it, then. What it takes to be able to dance like this – but now, perhaps, I finally do.”

“Jamie, I…” She gulped. “I have more money and lands than I can count. I have servants, jewels and dresses. But I haven’t been happy in a long time. You’ve talked to me like a person – not a godforsaken title – and for that alone I am grateful. But…”

“What?” He whispered, his fingers brushing her cheek, with heartbreaking tenderness and desire.

“Don’t dance with me unless you mean it.” Claire whispered back. “I know it’s too much to ask, but – please, don’t go to America. Stay here…” She ended softly, her unfinished sentence spiralling between their pressed bodies. Stay here - with me.

“I think I couldna leave even if I wanted to, Claire.” Jamie breathed, hugging her against him. It was still dark - and yet he was seeing explosions of light all around him, fast stars created by two souls meeting in the night, strangers on the verge of becoming one. “Ye have set my soul alight, mo nighean donn. I seem to be blind – but now I can see.”

anonymous asked:

Hey there, I'm looking for some Dark Dramione fics preferably with a HAE but that's not necessary. What do you recommend?

So these are my dark(ish) dramione:

Without Her Letter A decision is made to protect Muggle-borns from the continual war by not inviting them to Hogwarts. This was, perhaps, not a wise choice. Hermione Granger was certainly not amused. 

The Ones Who Ran When the impossible happens and the bad guys win, would-be-heroes are thrown together with terrified partners in a plan none of them really want. “I know I’m part of what must be the worst day of your life,” he said. “I know I’m the enemy. But, I swear, I’m not going to hurt you.” Theo/Luna. Draco/Hermione. Blaise/Ginny. .

Lady of the Lake Hermione and Draco team up after the war to overthrow the Order and take over wizarding Britain. “I don’t even especially mind belonging to you most of the time,” he closes his eyes and just breathes for a bit, savoring not being in pain. Finally he adds, “Just… try to take better care of your toys." 

The Green Girl Hermione is sorted into Slytherin; how will things play out differently when the brains of the Golden Trio has different friends? AU. Darkish Dramione. 

Unredeemed ONE SHOT

Whatever She Wants ONE SHOT

and these are some others I enjoyed:

The Dark Lady Rises by cleotheo When Voldemort returns to full strength at the end of the Triwizard Tournament things are about to change for the wizarding world. Especially for his daughter Hermione, who takes her place at his side as The Dark Lady. Dark Hermione! First part in The Dark Lady trilogy.

The Dark Lady Rules by cleotheo Part 2 of The Dark Lady Trilogy. With Voldemort out of the picture it’s time for Hermione to step up and take charge of the Death Eaters. At the same time she has to contend with keeping her dark secret from Harry and Ron. Romance also blossoms for The Dark Lady as she finally gets the wizard she’s always dreamt of, Draco Malfoy. Dark Hermione!

The Dark Lady Reigns by cleotheo Third and final part of The Dark Lady trilogy. With school now finished with, and the Death Eaters firmly under her control, it’s time for The Dark Lady to take the wizarding world by storm. Can Hermi

down the rabbit hole by The Crownless Queen They killed him, and maybe they also stole her mind, but she’ll burn the whole damn world because it reminds her of him. Darkish!Hermione/Draco, past Ron/Hermione.

No Rest For The Wicked by hydroxyzine ONE-SHOT- a fragmented tale displaying Hermione and Draco’s growing camaraderie and their inevitable rise to power. (darkish Hermione?)

Karma by pop off valve Four months after opening his apothecary, Draco Malfoy was beginning to think 

Master of Puppets by pop off valve If anyone had told him fifteen years ago Hermione Granger would end up the most powerful dark wizard in Britain with him as her number two, Draco Malfoy would’ve had them committed to St. Mungo’s as they were clearly insane. Phoenix!verse

Bonfire Night by pop off valve "You damn well know I don’t tolerate traitors, Smith. What I did to Marietta Edgecombe will be nothing compared to what I’m going to do to you.” Phoenix!verse, Darkfic

You could also check out the dark!draco and dark!hermione tags on @dramioneasks, just bear in mind that nothing I read or rec has non-con or victim!hermione, and many dark dramione stories are filled with rape and abuse.   One writer I see recommended a lot is @slytherindollfanfiction (her work is HERE) so, depending on your personal squicks, she might be a place to look for dark!dramione.

The Mortal Darkness

Feysand Role switch-ish AU: The Mortal Darkness

Feyre: The High Lady of Prythian, lady of the seven courts, protector of Prythian

Rhysand: Mortal

Tamlin: Lord working for Hybern, (In love with Feyre (obvi!))

Amarantha: Lady of the Spring Court, (Loves Tamlin and does everything for him)

Summary:

Prythian is ruled by a lord or lady that answers to the High Lady of Prythian Feyre Cursebreaker. For many millenniums Prythian has worked like that, but it changed with the flick of a finger as a new ruler steps into the peace. Self-crowned King Tamlin has since the crowning of the High Lady been in love with the powerful creature. He does everything to get her hand and rule Prythian with her at his side.

With the help of the Lady of the Spring Court, Amaratha, Tamlin learns that the High Lady has a love for mortal, in protection and kindness. So he sets a plan to kidnap a mortal to trade her hand for their life.

But their choice of mortal was poor as the mortal chosen just happened to be her mate.

Chapter 1: A meeting most foul

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Imagine being Viserys’s wife and queen of the Seven Kingdoms where you are known for your feisty yet caring nature.

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You have no idea how much I’ve missed your imagines!! I was wondering if you could do an AU plot where Viserys is Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and the reader is ruling with him as his Queen? ♥ Hope you’re having a wonderful week and thanks in advance, darling~!

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Tywin Lannister ruled the Seven Kingdoms, but was ruled at home by his lady wife”  If Joanna had lived… Tywin and her deserved better


Annabelle Wallis as young!Joanna

Joely Richardson as older!Joanna

Toby Regbo as young!Tywin

and this is for Lauren