Poison and Wine (Part 5)

Once upon a time, you and Dean were best friends. Time and adulthood found you drifting apart, and it’s been years since you’ve seen him. But now that he’s here, working on the same case as you, you’re just as in love as you ever were. And Dean still isn’t.

As the hunts grow more and more dangerous, and you and Dean find yourselves growing closer, is there a happy ending this time?

Loosely based off this song by The Civil Wars. I hope y’all enjoy this new series! Feedback always appreciated!

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Word Count: 1800

Warning: smut, another cliffhanger if you squint?

Your eyes popped open as you sat up in bed, breathing a little too hard to be normal. Slowly, sleep faded away and reality sank back in.

It was all just a dream.

Dean rustled in the bed next to you, a warm arm wrapping around your waist. “You okay?” he mumbled, not quite awake.

“Yeah. Sorry. Go back to sleep.”

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goodkidmaadplatano asked:

In this story I’m writing, I have surnames for all the characters, but I’m 7 chapters in and they’ve only been referred to by their first names only. Any advice on how I can introduce their surnames without it seeming unnatural?

You typically want to reveal surnames pretty soon after a character is introduced, if the character is important enough to have one. Here are some possibilities:

Instead of: Emily couldn’t remember a time when she didn’t live on Chestnut Street.

Try: Emily Valentine couldn’t remember a time when she didn’t live on Chestnut Street.

Instead of: I turned down my locker row and froze mid-step. There, at the end of the row–talking to Melissa, no less–was Jason. My heart sank.

Try: I turned down my locker row and froze mid-step. There, at the end of the row–talking to Melissa Santos, no less–was Jason VanKamp. My heart sank.

You can illustrate a character’s surname by having another character greet their parent as “Mr./Mrs. So-and-So,” or by having a character say something like, “That’s how we do dinner in the Lennox household.” 

Pull some books off your shelves and skim through the first chapter or two to see other ways surnames are revealed. :)

Have a writing question? I’d love to hear from you! Please be sure to read my ask rules and master list first or your question will not be answered. :)

This Isn’t about the Polygraph

“This is one lie you’re gonna have to tell.” 

“Actually, I’ll have a few.” 

“FitzSimmons? Can you join our debrief?” 

It was strange. Coulson technically wasn’t in charge of either of them anymore.

Technically, Jemma was. 

But the saying about old habits prevailed, because both of them joined the misfit group without another word.

“Just getting Agent May up to speed, Agent Simmons. Told her about Daisy and Robbie Reyes.” 

Fitz stared at Jemma. “You saw Daisy?” 

Jemma nodded, refusing to look at him. “I did,” she said softly. “She lured me to that apartment I told you about for my help. And medical prowess.” 

Fitz’s heart sank. “So. The apartment wasn’t -” 

“Oh no. It is. It was perfect.” Jemma’s eyes grew soft. “And Daisy even…” Jemma cleared her throat. “It’s ours if we want it, Fitz.” 

Fitz grew more and more uneasy at the matter-of-factness of her tone.

“That’s great and all, but can we talk about your housewarming plans later? That is…if it’s all right with you, Agent Simmons?” Fitz almost laughed at how ridiculous that sounded. 

Coulson asking permission from Jemma. 

But this was the norm now. And he was good with it. And proud of her. 


It sounded ridiculous to hear his former boss address his girlfriend like that. 

And even more ridiculous when Jemma answered him in a curt, professional manner.

“Yes, that’s alright.” 


One half-hour meeting later, the four agents geared themselves up to leave Radcliffe’s place. 

“Goodbye, Agents Fitz, Simmons, Coulson, and May. I hope our paths cross again soon.” AIDA’s voice was almost lyrical. 

So poised and polite. 

Which made it all the more of a letdown when he felt Jemma stiffen next to him. “I’m quite sure they will…Aida, was it?” 


“I’m looking forward to it, Agent Simmons.” 

Jemma simply nodded, subtly squirreling away from Fitz when he tried to put a hand on the small of her back. 


After a long commute of silence between the four, they parted ways at the base, and FitzSimmons walked to their bunk hand-in-hand.


Fitz stopped her from entering their room, squeezing her hand and standing firm, silently pleading for her to look at him.

She hadn’t even glanced his way the whole time. And even though she held his hand, it was - it seemed forced. Like an obligation. 

He was tired. It was a long day. And she had an even longer one.

But he drew the line at forced hand-holding.

So he let go of hers. 

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Juliette smirked softly as she ran her fingers through her hair. Her eyes weren’t on any of the slaves. No, she’d found something much more interesting to keep her occupied. Her small frame moved through the cells until she reached him, fingers trailing slowly along the wall as she sank her teeth down into the flesh of her lesser lip. “Excuse me, sir?” Juliette murmured as she stopped perhaps too close to him, but she didn’t move back as she looked upwards to him



“Here we are. This is the Gold Bar and can only be accessed by me, it’s performers and visitors who’ve booked it in advance. It’s a very perineum part of the lounge, so you’re very lucky to be starting here” he grinned, making his way over to one of the many sleek, golden arm chairs that sat in font of the only clear light source in the room. 

This light source lit up the long, slim stage in the middle of the room that ended in the only thing that could confirm Valentine’s fears.

A Dance Pole.

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GIRL WALKS into the ocean / head held high / gaze focused on the stars / girl drowns / GIRL DROWNS  IN THE SURF the headlines read / they forget to mention how she walked on water first / how when she sank it was because she let herself fall / saltwater laugh bubbling.GIRL WALKS into oncoming traffic / feet tripping along the cobblestones / toes finding the grooves in the road / girl breaks / GIRL BREAKS BECAUSE A CAR COULDN’T the headlines read / they do not talk of how the car never tried to stop and how the girl opened her arms at the last second / embracing steel. GIRL WALKS into molten flames / entranced by the lava glow / sulphur steam beckoning / entwining hands with igneous rock / girl burns / GIRL BURNS the headlines read but girl doesn’t just burn / girl ignites / girl with phoenix blood / girl with a broken body standing tall / girl with waterlogged lungs still aching. GIRL WALKS / GIRL DROWNS / GIRL BREAKS / GIRL BURNS but girl does not die.


fairyinourheart  asked:

Might I request Titus trying to get his crush's attention? Thx and bai bai!! (^3^) (Preferably Magnostadt Arc)

Ehehe welcome^^

He shifted his eyes towards the female sitting beside him who was diligently jotting down notes and paying attention to the speaking teacher, the complete opposite of his current actions.

His gaze fixed on her, her cute (c/e/c)-colored orbs that continuously shifted between her diligent notes and the teacher, not once even glancing towards his direction. Finally defeated, he sank back into his chair and sighed heavily.

He was the top honor student of the year, had great looks and was smart. People payed attention to him even if they didn’t wanted to, but this particular girl didn’t even bat an eye at him. He always wondered why she had particularly caught his eye, having no features that stood out whatsoever, though her beauty was humble and admired.

Putting a hand through his soft silky hair; he leaned back even further, his head completely turned upwards, showing zero regard to the superior figure in front of him.


He let out a feminine yelp at the sudden outburst from the angered figure, almost losing the balance of his chair and quickly returned his gaze to the front.


“I know you are extremely smart and the top student, but don’t you think you should pay a little attention to my lessons?”

“Y-yes ma'am.”

Laughter erupted in the room, students holding their sides painfully at the scene of the baffled blonde, a rare sight to witness. His face flushed a deep scarlet all the way to his ears, embarrassed at ending up as the laughing stock. Suddenly, a soft laughter reached his ears, causing him to look up in surprise. He was met with the sight of a certain girl chuckling towards his direction, a hand over her mouth as an attempt to stifle her laughter.

His eyes widened even further, this time with joy as the corners of his mouth formed into a large and proud grin, bursting with happiness that he had finally received the attention of a special individual and forgetting the fuming teacher and snorting students.

The damaged tanker Ohio, supported by Royal Navy destroyers HMS Penn (left) and HMS Ledbury (right), approaches Malta after an epic voyage across the Mediterranean as part of convoy WS21S (Operation Pedestal) to deliver fuel and other vital supplies to the besieged island. 

Ohio’s back was broken and her engines were destroyed during earlier German and Italian attacks. Because of the vital importance of her cargo (10,000 tons of fuel which would enable the aircraft and submarines based at Malta to return to the offensive), she could not be abandoned. 

In a highly unusual manoeuvre, the two destroyers supported her to provide buoyancy and power for the remainder of the voyage. The Ohio’s captain was subsequently awarded the George Cross. The Ohio itself sank at her moorings while offloading her cargo.

Butterfly Wings

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Perfect teeth gnashed in anger as brown eyes glared at grey walls. Carla was boiling with rage. Yet she had no one to take it out on. Her toes curled on the cold floor as she hugged her knees to her chest. Ever since Psyche had left, all of the attention that had been previously been on her little sister, was now on her.

“Little brat,” Carla hissed as her nails tore through her expensive clothes. Her father wasn’t going to appreciate that.

“Carla? Carla where are you?” a familiar voice beckoned.

Carla sank deeper into the corner she hid in. Of all the people in this house that man was the last one she wanted to see. She would rather see her own father instead of him.

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forgottenprogenitor  asked:

"Welcome back Urd. Any new about your brother?" *waves* ooc: Guess whose back!

“… My lord.
Geales slowly sank towards the ground, kneeling before the tall noble in front of him. Again he had appeared, when least expected. Rising his head, he met the gaze of this superior, answering the question in a rather sad tone:

“I’m afraid not.”

Welcome back :DDD

whitestrake replied to your post “whitestrake replied to your photo “i love how this game was made…”

Yup. Last six months of development if I remember correctly. One of my favorite bugs is that when you start an elf dude. The longer your game goes on, the more busted your skeleton gets. To a point that my elven rogue’s arms sank entirely into his torso during cutscenes, & his neck just kind of snapped.

i wish this happened to solas


we were like gods at the dawning of the world

It continually baffles me that Elementary isn’t mentioned very often on tumblr. It’s like four seasons of televised, well-done Sherlock Holmes fanfiction. Just for starters:

  • It casts the criminally under-appreciated Lucy Liu as the show’s version of Watson
  • The show’s creator has been holding the line for four years that Sherlock and Joan will NOT hook up because “it’s too easy,” and the show “doesn’t need it.”
  • It doesn’t downplay Sherlock’s (canonical) addiction to heroin, and in fact turns his recovery and continued sobriety into an issue he constantly struggles with
  • Sherlock’s character is well-balanced as a rude, arrogant, anti-social misanthrope who is still capable of being kind and treats those few he considers friends with respect
  • Likewise, Joan is intensely empathetic and nurturing to people in need, but does not tolerate bullshit (Sherlock’s especially) and is perfectly capable of beating up grown man a hundred pounds heavier than her with a police-baton
  • Sherlock teaches Joan cane-fighting (a fighting style he had in the books), and is an avid beekeeper (another detail from the books)
  • Sherlock and Joan share a pet turtle named Clyde. He paints.
  • The cast orbiting Sherlock and Joan are diverse, three dimensional, and exist as more than cannon fodder for Sherlock to prove his superiority at every turn.
  • Ms. Hudson is a trans woman (played by a trans actress) that cleans up Sherlock and Joan’s place when she’s not cohabitating with her sugar daddies
  • The mysteries are pretty cool and creative detective stories
  • Lucy Liu herself has said that a non-sexual relationship is more “dynamic” and “interesting” to play and considers the lack of romance between them a “sacred” part of the characters
  • The show is unabashedly practical when it comes to sexuality: Sherlock has arrangements with women that are non-romantic but respectful, and has suggested that Joan is “dissatisfied” with traditional relationships and might be more inclined to an open or even polyamorous relationship
  • I can’t even ruin it but just…Moriarty is magnificent
  • Again: a male and a female lead in a deep, significant platonic relationship based on mutual respect.

Peridot is anything but common