set of the bodyguard


Originally posted by sugutie

pairing; park chanyeol mafiau! x reader

warnings; chanyeol with red hair, bad language, blood

summary; you are the daughter of the biggest mafia boss of all Asia and someone has set a trap for you to make you run away. Chanyeol, being your bodyguard and best friend since you were children, helps you to escape and something happens between you two.

note; this scenario is part of a fanfic that I created in wattpad, as soon as it has the epigraph and the first chapter, it is in spanish, but it would make me very happy if you go there. The requests are open!!

The muscles of your back were tense under the black hoodie that Chanyeol had thrown to your hands two days ago, you sighed under the mask of the same color as the hoodie and turned to the profile of the redhead who was sitting next to you. Your bodyguard was calm or at least that seemed to your sight, how could he be so calm with what was happening?, You sighed again attracting his attention.

“Are you okay? Can we continue?” You did not respond by making him sigh this time. He got up and crouched down in front of you, took your little hands in his of a huge size and the way the skin under his eyes wrinkled you knew he was smiling under the mask “There is little left to get to the hotel, I will be able to communicate with Suho from there and we will be safe. I promise. "He remained silent as he turned his head trying to see if there was someone suspicious that could destroy your cover, thank God that there were almost people in the square of that neighborhood. He turned his gaze to your eyes, concern abounded in them "I need you to continue, please. I have to get you safe. ”

You looked at it for a few seconds before breathing the cold air of that place, you were so tired that you could not move a single muscle and you could bet anything that Chanyeol was also just as tired as you, maybe more, but he was the one who was fighting here when that must be you. Both of you had been fleeing for a week, trying to get lost in some country where you are not known by most citizens and, above all, trying to go as far away from Korea as you could go. Everything had been a misunderstanding, a trap, and now you were trying to escape the unfair trial that would take against you with Chanyeol protecting your backs without a justification that you could understand, he was free to leave, to be safe, but he just followed you and cared for you for the whole week.

Before you could say anything, he had already picked you up and pulled you to what, according to him, was the hotel for which he had asked a passer-by three hours ago. You waited patiently for him to pay for the room and followed him when he turned to you, moaning in the elevator calling his attention. He looked worried your hand grabbing your stomach.

“The wound will have opened when we run, I’ll cure you in the room.” You nodded without wanting to break the pleasant silence that had formed after his hoarse voice bounced around the elevator. A couple of more plants and you were already in your room. In another situation you would not have minded the double bed, you would have even joked about it with the aim of making Chanyeol blush but this was different, you were weak due to the long trip and the knife cut that you had in the stomach. You did not ask the typical question of “And where will you sleep?” Because it was obvious that he would sleep in the same bed as you.

He cleared his throat and turned around to look at him as you sat on the bed, had removed his jacket, sweatshirt and mask, you had not even noticed that he had a deep scratch on the bridge of his nose and another in his right cheek. You made a face by removing your jacket looking at any point in the room other than him, why were you so uncomfortable with his presence suddenly? It was Chanyeol, for God’s sake! that was the boy that you grew up with and who you called best friend practically since you were born. You closed your eyes feeling like the redhead was moving around the room to reach you, you noticed his cold hands, asking permission to raise the sweatshirt, over yours that still holds the belly so you removed your hand letting you examine.

“You’re bleeding, again.” His voice mingled in a beautiful harmony with the rain that rattled the bedroom window. You frowned and chewed when one of his fingers brushed the opening, Chanyeol stopped moving his finger to see that it hurt and made a face “I should change the gauze, it is best to heal it, shower and then put the new bandage "You nodded in agreement and you fell backwards on the bed when you felt that he walked away.

"When are you going to call Suho?” You mumbled as he healed your wound thinking about your security chief.

“When you shower” He released in a sigh as he passed a clean gauze through your flat stomach, removing the remaining blood with great care not to hurt “I will ask about the situation and why the hell has happened this. I suppose he informed me of a safe house where we can go through this in tranquility. ”

“Why?” Your question left him confused, he raised an eyebrow and stopped cleaning the wound, however his hand was still on your stomach sending electric shocks to your spine.

“Um, because we want to know why this happened.” His answer sounded like it was a question as his voice disappeared down his throat.

You gave a little smile thinking about how innocent and childish the 1'85 meter tall man could kill you with a single false move, you denied with your head resting on your elbows and raising your head to see him kneeling by your side.

You shook your head “I mean … Why do you help me? Yes, I know we have known each other since we were kids and you are my bodyguard, but I also know Suho and Xiumin since I was little and they have not fled the country with me. What is different in you, Park Chanyeol? ”

Without realizing you had approached your face to his, you were so close that with a little push you would be eating each other. You looked at him waiting for his answer, however you received something else.

drawing-cookie  asked:

Top 5 Shows!! Any kind of show!

i’ll go w/ anime since i kno what my favs are (i’ll start with #5)

5. Seirei no Moribito

smash me you strong motherfucker, balsa. please god watch this if you want a beautiful story about a bodyguard (balsa) who is set with the task of running away with & protecting the young prince Chagum.

4. Michiko to Hatchin

i watched this earlier this year, i binged it in one day & it easily became one of my favs & i need more, i’d give my leg for a continuation of this series. Even if its just a movie or smth just please i need it. 

3. Tokyo Mew Mew

i love this anime so much, i grew up with it as Mew Mew Power&then discovered tmm in 6th grade (and fell in love w/ the it all over again).this show is delightfully cheesy & its genuinely a good time. my annual rewatch of it is coming up, too.

2. Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood

you’ve committed the ultimate taboo


this anime ruined my life bc never have i been on such an emotional rollercoaster. this is my all time favorite & my most watched anime. ive literally watched it 20+ times. saya otonashi is my Daughter and i love her 

honorable mention bc it physically hurt not putting atom: the beginning on this list despite skyrocketing to being one of my favs & ive watched it more times than at least half of the stuff on this list & its currently my main interest but again idk why i didnt put it on here so

sorry abt the short descriptions; id be here forever if i had to state every reason why i love these series.

Here comes some basic setting of my Bodyguard AU

Just some rough notes from early stage for the au, hope these may clarify some confusions about the storyline :)


  • Lance was the prince of Altea, Allura’s younger brother, also the new paladin of the blue lion. He was also a talented pilot but was repressed to prove his capability all the time due to his royal position.
  • Keith was one of the Blade of Marmora. After allying with Altea, he was designated as Lance’s bodyguard. He was a Galra orphan who raised by BoM, also a great fighter pilot.
  • Altea was fighting Zarkon Empire for years. Zarkon Empire was once Altea’s closest ally.
  • King Alfor has been dead for 3 years(before Keith and Lance met), so Allura took charge of the kingdom afterward.
  • In the time that Altea wasn’t destroyed, but the former paladins were seriously wounded or even dead in a severe battle against Zarkon Empire so it was necessary to find new paladins to fill the vacancies.  
  • They later discovered that the new paladin of the red lion was going to be Keith. Hunk (Altean, apprentice in royal kitchen, best friend of Lance)was for the yellow lion. And the rest of the paladins were found after a spaceship from Earth (which carried Shiro, Pidge, and Matt) crashed on Altea.
  • Lance and Keith met and spent a year together before the said battle.

Lance liked Keith, like “a lot”. Not only because of the similarity of their age, he also was one of the few subordinates or the only Galra who treated him like a normal person instead of a royalty. For instance, he always bickered with and was even being rude to Lance in private. Though he still called Lance the prince in most of the time, the way he treated Lance was already a close(or “protective” in his case) friend would do. Lance enjoyed the dynamic between them, the delight slowly turned into endearment when he started craving to spend time with, touch, even kiss Keith. After realizing that the heat in him actually was love, Lance told and showed Keith how he felt. However, it caused complications for Keith. He indicated that they weren’t meant to develop this kind of relationship because of the huge difference of position between them. Although the words indeed hurt Lance, he knew Keith was giving an excuse to keep him from loving a man who might die for him anytime. He was pretty sure Keith felt the same way as him because as Lance said, “those eyes tell everything.” Anyway, Lance still took chances to seduce or show affections to Keith, wanting him to love him back at some point.


The timeline of the arts I drew so far is all before they became new paladins, a.k.a. that heavenly year for klance✨ I might do some art after they went to fight on the frontline, their relationship would change rapidly in that time.

Luna: “…But yes, he’s my boyfriend too”

Nyx: U dead

A Starting Path to Spirit Work (but abbreviated)

(Apologies, it’s rather late as I’m writing on this and I have no wifi and I’ve gone past my data limit. I won’t be able to link large resources and such at this moment, and the format could definitely be better. And I could go much more indepth but for the current moment this is what I have on tumblr mobile.)


Okay, this is the most common and I understand repetitive lesson. Protect yourself! Protect your home and your spirit friends! Protect and ward!

There are physical wards where the a physical spell or object is set up as the ward. Like maybe you have a crystal grid that you set up to protect your home. That would be an example of physical protection!

There are astral wards where you simply set them up in the astral (the other plane where spirits generally reside or originate from, not everyone but trying to make a general point on clarifying the difference the physical plane from the astral plane). Like you can build a giant water bubble to protect and enclose yourself!

There are great recipes for wards and protection spells that can work for you, but you don’t need to follow anyone’s recipe to make a ward. You can make one a multitude of ways. Sure, yours doesn’t follow a $25 ingredient list, but that doesn’t make it inherently any less valuable or effective! If you don’t care and make it, it’ll probably be less effective than one of strong intent, of course.

Personally I rely on astral wards more than physical wards, but that’s a personal preference. Wards I make myself are also more efficient than the ones I try to copy from others by directions but personal differences. When I say I made them, I thought about the concept of spicy peppers and I designed three wards off that alone, so intent and direction is what you really need to make wards.

If you prefer following someone else’s recipe to help, there is absolutely no harm in that! Go for it! But don’t feel like you can and have to rely only on the recipes you find on tumblr!

Note: Even if you do not have a companion, you still need wards. I would most definitely recommend it. Even if you have no companion to protect, you should still ward and protect yourself and your space!

Protect yourself and your home. Remember to take care of yourself.

You can set up personal wards that protect the person or being you set them up around like a personal bodyguard or protection. Or you can set it up for an object, place or setting. Like for your space! And you should protect yourself. I’m nagging you for your own safety.

Protect yourself from malicious beings who straight up just wanna fight you, others who might sneak in and just leech off, or those who might decieve you to get in and then harm you. Not every spirit has malicious intent or purpose, and most of them haven’t in my experience, but you should be safe and protect yourself the best you can from those occasions where bad news is knocking on your door.

When you have companions or spirit family, you’ll have more reasons to practice warding and have more wards, but that should not stop you from learning warding and being well protected yourself before then!

You can have wards that serve to protect you from attacks, and others to keep out liars. But you determine your wards, not me.

The thing is, the more the merrier, and the more variety the better! Cover all your bases. Maybe a water ward might keep out more fire-based spirits but water spirits might have an immunity. Or if you had 10+ wards with the same weakness and a malicious spirit finds out how to get past one, they get past all of them since they have the key for the same 10 doors.

You should regularly keep them running, and also do a bigger maintenance. But remember than constant smaller checkups are important too. Do small checkups often, and a big checkup regularly. I do small checkups daily, and weekly big maintenance because it’s important and better safe than well, not safe.


I may have been too long-winded in the protection section and this section is gonna be lacking in comparison but it’s still needed.

You should have a basis in energy work. Learn how to sense energy, like presences, be able to read them, maybe not in a “I can give you a 5 page summary about this person about their energy” but I can tell this spirit has malicious or unsafe intent towards me so I should step away and turn them away. And telling them apart.

Like a spirit comes home, and you should practice how to tell the difference between Sam the kitten spirit and Feraligator the chihuahua spirit. Although you don’t need to be a master of energy work to start in spirit work, but you should have basics or a solid starting ground.

You can completely struggle with this, while going into spirit work but be willing to keep trying. It’s important and a helpful fundamental and can lead into spirit work, but you can definitely go into spirit work without being an expert energy worker or an energy healer.


Without a doubt, you’re gonna want to have a conversation or communicate with spirits in spirit work.

I’m gonna be honest, you will not have 100% clarity when you begin. Minus a few rare exceptions of people. But ignoring those exceptions and miracles, be prepared for the actuality of communication.

You’ll start out with fragmented conversation. You’ll depend and start with divination, like pendulums, dice, and tarot cards to talk.

The start of the road begins with asking the spirits yes or no questions, or whatever maybe the pendulum board or your tools are limited to. Or you’ll use tarot, which is less yes/no but it’s still not a whole conversation like you would expect between two people. But you’ll have to build up and grow from there. You’ll practice and keep going.

Beyond your tools, the next tier to practice is telepathy and astral hearing.

I don’t think they are exactly the same, but you may disagree. I understand and respect that. Telepathy is direct communication through your minds with thoughts (this is off the top of the mind and I am typing this in one sitting. I will check and correct myself, and edit it if I am wrong, don’t worry).

Some spirits only communicate with scattered words, images and emotions. That just may be their preference and method of communication in telepathy, regardless of how well you can hear them.

Others may be able to talk in complete conversations like you’d expect from another human. But they may simplify what they’re saying to you so that you understand, or cooperate other ways because they understand you can’t catch everything they say.

For me, I think astral hearing is different where they speak in the astral out loud and everyone can hear it. But if your hearing is bad, you might not catch it, and that way, I don’t consider it the same as telepathy where they would just send their thoughts straight to your mind. You can improve your astral senses with effort, trying, and exercise.

Either way, you will practice and grow. Keep going, I believe in you.

Even when you get to that point where you can regularly hear astral conversations and use telepathy, you should still remember to keep your tools. They’ll help you double check yourself, and get you through lulls where it’ll get even harder so your senses will be limited.


There are two ways you can find and meet new spirits or strangers. Either you can meet your local spirits or go out into the astral but that’s not a beginner concept. However if you do wanna hear about that more, I’ll discuss that by request.

Okay, let’s talk about local spirits. Meeting and communicating with local spirits is the best way to practice before a committment like companionship or running into the astral blindly.

Nature spirits tend to be much kinder and patient, especially considering you’ll take time to practice and learn. The easiest spirits to bear with you for practice are rock/crystal spirits and your own garden and plant spirits.

Although there are definitely a few that aren’t friendly at all, it’s safer than running into the astral. And as far as I know, most people can go outside much more easily and already know how, over learning from scratch how to astral project and travel and being prepared for everything it has to offer (dangers and otherwise).

Note: You do not need to know how to astral travel or project to work with spirits, and you can hang out with spirits even if you can’t travel all the way to their apartment in the astral. You can chill and watch Netflix in your room together even if you can’t travel.


You’re gonna keep warding and learning protection spells. When I became a mod, I learned that I had to upgrade and add MORE. You’ll need them, you’ll want them, and you’ll appreciate them. Even the failures will become a start to building better and more efficient wards. So keep going. We all nag about protection, but we’re absolutely serious.

You’re gonna keep learning and you’ll have a different path from others. You will hit roadblocks and communication will get harder some days, whether it’s from a lull, or low spoons or anything.

Take a step sideways, yeah, but that’s movement. And it won’t stop you from progress. The worst thing is to not practice honestly and be apathetic.

(It’s honestly quite late here, I’m physically tired and a little sick, so sorry if anything got messy or confusing. If you have anything you want me to talk on, clarify or discuss further, shoot us an ask.)

Disclaimer: I haven’t stopped learning, so there’s much more you can read on, and more others can offer you on the subject, so never be afraid to ask others for help and advice too. And terms may slightly differ from being to being, so there’s also that to account for, and other people may have different answers for you too! So keep on adventuring and gathering knowledge.

-Mod Spark

anonymous asked:

What's the lettuce thing about?

Alright, so. Get ready for weirdness, because Egyptian mythology has a lot of that.

One of the most prominent and foundational myths of ancient Egypt is how the god Osiris was killed and dismembered by his brother Set (in some accounts, after an affair with Set’s sister-wife, Nepthys, who then gave birth to Anubis), put back together by his sister-wife Isis, then made the god of the afterlife. When she was piecing her husband back together, she found all but one of the fourteen chunks of him that had been scattered across Egypt by an enraged Set. That chunk would be his penis. But never fear, for Isis is the goddess of fertility, so she made her husband a new one out of wood (thus explaining why embalmers would make false ones for the actual dead). So completed, she rode him and became impregnated with a son, Horus (the Falcon, not to be confused with Horus the Elder, the Hawk, who was these four’s presumably-long-suffering brother). Osiris then went off to be ruler of the dead somewhere in the vicinity of the stars we call Orion, leaving the question of who was to rule the land of the living - his elder brother and semi-justified murderer Set, or his legitimate yet posthumous  son Horus?

This brings us to The Contendings of Horus and Set, which is ostensibly an epic battle of order vs chaos, but mostly involves a lot of letter-writing and whinging back and forth between the gods because some liked Horus (who was the last king’s son and generally a guy who liked order and not usually killer [except that one time when Isis got too involved and actually wounded Set herself which Horus was not about for some reason and so decapitated her] ) and some liked Set (who was powerful and experienced and had good relations with foreign powers [being that he was the god in charge of them] and had proven himself to be a great protector to Ra against Actual Evil God Apophis and his night demons and whatnot). There were a lot of pointless squabbles between the two involving weird god things like who could hippopotamus better or build ships out of stone (spoiler alert: Set actually built his ship from the top of a goddamn mountain and managed to make it float long enough to get halfway down the river, Horus just made his from pine when no one was looking and just plastered the thing to look like stone. Who was the better dude in that one? You decide.). One time Horus got his eye ripped out and Set lost his testicles - an incident which involved what is probably the oldest recorded pick-up line in history: “How lovely your backside is. How broad your thighs.“ Smooth, uncle Set. Smooth.

Anyway, after eighty years of this the supreme god version of Ra got tired of their shenanigans and told them to lay off for at least one night, for all of their sakes. Set looks at Horus and goes, “Yeah let’s do this thing. Party, my house, tonight.” Horus looks at Set and thinks, “Seems legit.”

So they go party at Set’s house. Just them and the servants and lots of honey and beer and the single bed made up all nice just for them. Halfway through the night, Set rolls over and puts his dick between Horus’ thighs. (Er, depending on the time period you’re reading the myth from, this act is either consensual or not. It mostly depends on how vilified Set is by whichever cult’s in power at the time. In any case, Horus is awake and unrestrained for this.) Horus catches the semen in his hands, and when he gets home in the morning shows his mother. Who promptly freaks out, cuts his hands off to toss into the Nile, fashions him new hands of clay, and then jacks her son off into a pot.

I could not make this up.

This is where The Lettuce Thing comes in. The lettuce species that the ancient Egyptians had was a long, hard stalk that secreted a white, milky substance when cracked and squeezed. So you can see where they would get the idea that it was a phallic aphrodisiac. Well, it so happens that when Isis went to Set’s house, she found out from his gardener that Set loved eating lettuce every day. You know where this is going. Now, I’d like to point out that she didn’t just randomly overhear this and got a wicked idea. No. No, she went and asked outright what Set’s favourite food was, because she was gonna give Set a taste of his own (or well, her son’s) medicine no matter what.

Fast forward to the next court session, and Set - being the asshole that we know and love - decides to announce to the room at large that he should get the throne, because he totally tops. Well, being that ancient Egypt was a highly patriarchal society it - like most ancient cultures - looked down on the receivers in male-male relationships. But while everyone’s boo-hissing at Horus, he just calmly requests a Magical Pregnancy Test for both his and Set’s semen. They do it, and Set’s shows up somewhere in the river (wherever Horus’ old hands are), which perplexes Set and somehow doesn’t phase anyone else. Then they test Set, and lo and behold Horus’ seed reacts from within him!

In very old versions of the myth, this is where the god Thoth is born from Set’s forehead. In others, it’s Thoth performing the test and so the semen emerges in the form of golden disc, which Thoth promptly takes and puts on his own head as a crown. *shrug* Egyptian mythology is a weird case where a jillion different cults formed, then came together, then fought/reformed/vilified/reconciled/destroyed/assimilated one another over millennia, so the origins and motives are a bit wonky. Thoth is one of those deities that had been worshiped before writing was even a thing [although writing became his Thing], and so has many conflicting origin stories - mostly he just seems to appear at some point due to the power of his own voice. I like to think that, since he is also a master of Time, that Thoth may have actually created Himself in that instance, but his presence got spread out through time - back far enough into the beginning that he could trick the moon into giving up five extra non-month days each year, so that Nut could birth his parent-grandparents without repercussion.

But I’m getting ahead (behind?) myself. The point is, now all the gods think their Powerful Guy Set is a big fat bottom, which ~a king shouldn’t be~ and Set is all butthurt about his trick backfiring on him. He sulks off to the river, where he issues the stone boat challenge mentioned earlier but then his boat sinks and he rips up part of Horus’ and realizes that it’s just disguised wood, and it looks like the shenanigans will continue until someone gets the bright idea to just fucking write to the dead king about what his wishes were (apparently it’s Thoth who suggests this, which is why I buy the myth that this is when he was born, since why did no one else - even Isis who resurrected the guy - think of that? Finally, a god of Sense!). Osiris sends them a letter back to the effect of “What the fuck do you think my wishes are. If my son isn’t instated, my next gift basket will be an army of zombies, I swear to myself.”

The council is convinced.

Set’s put in chains and brought before them by a gloating Isis, but he cedes with as much grace as he has left. In most versions of the myth, he’s set free and reinstated as Ra’s bodyguard to thunder away happily in the desert, and in a few later ones (basically after Lower Egypt takes over Upper Egypt) he’s punished somehow, like being taken to the north and bound there by his other wife (in something rather similar to Loki’s fate with Sigyn). In some, he and Horus reconcile and even bless pharaohs together, tying their lotus and reed together around the living king as a symbol of unity and strength between Upper and Lower Egypt.

And that, dear Anon-chan, is The Ancient Egyptian Lettuce Thing.

The Seducer ( i )

Chapter 1: Red Dye

chapter: one | two | three | four | five | six | seven


Excerpt: “His slender fingers ran under your chin, as he tilted your head up so you were looking back into those intelligent brown eyes, “She’s going to be fun to break.”

Genre: drama, action, humour

Length: 1.2k

A/N:  have fun guessing which boy is under which mask. this will be updated daily for a few days. Also I’m currently hiking so leaving a comment or an ask would be v e r y appreciated.

If you’d known you wouldn’t be staying at the party until the slow dance, you wouldn’t have spent so long picking the colour of your dress, and would’ve opted out on purchasing the faux white fur jacket if you had known it would be covered in crimson blood stains by the end of the night.

“Everyone on the floor or else she gets a bullet in the head,” the barrel of the gun was steady at your temple, your hands were pulled behind your back, your hands clenched in fists, as a boy with a fox mask tugged you away from the screaming crowd all on the floor now sending you pitying glances.

With every step away your heart rate began to speed up as his lips lowered to your ear, brushing against it as he now whispered directly to you. His voice was so low that even at a whisper, a shiver had run down your spine, the hair on your arms raising in a primitive response to fear, “don’t scream princess. I don’t want to have to harm your pretty face.”

There were three other assailants in the room, currently collecting jewellery from wealthy girls, your crystal necklace was in full view as you were pushed forward slightly as cold handcuffs were attached to your wrists by your assailant. The glinting of it caught one of their eyes, as he strode over to you, so close that you could see his eyes through the holes of his lamb mask, a dark brown colour, currently looking you in the eye before a hand raised, short fingers picking up the crystal.

You had pulled away before pausing as the gun’s pressure increased on. your temple, “What have you got here?” The lamb’s sultry voice was higher than you expected but you were still intimidated, even if he seemed to be around the same height as you, the confidence with which he carried himself had your knees go weak in fear.

“Leave her alone, Chim.” The boy spoke from behind you, as he pulled you into his hard chest, the pressure of the gun lessened and for a second you thought you could kick him in the nuts, grab the gun and run. But as his chin landed on your shoulder and he blew warm air against your neck, laughing at the small groan you let out and the way you tried to move away from him, you knew there was no escape, “We’re keeping her, Boss told us she was the next best thing if we couldn’t find the heir.”

The fox boy’s slender fingers ran under your chin, as he tilted your head up so you were looking back into those intelligent brown eyes, “She’s going to be fun to break.” You shook your head out of his grip and exhaled, waiting for some sort of miracle.

Your miracle came sooner than expected, the boy holding you sat you in a chair as he walked around to face you, his fox mask couldn’t hide the smile in his eyes as he patted your head, “If you move you can kiss your life goodbye.” He then bounded over to the other two boys, one wearing a lamb mask the other a deer mask. They talked between them, before walking away into different rooms leaving the boy in the fox max to talk to a woman crying, he was crouched in front of them making faces and teasing them which just led to an increase in sobs and wails.

Two large hands grabbed both of your shoulders shoving you forward, your grunt of pain alerted the fox boy, whose head whipped around in time to see you being hauled over a man’s shoulder, a man you recognised to be your best friend’s bodyguard. A feral growl escaped the boy’s lips as he charged at you, the glint of his knife glinted in the setting sun and as he sped towards you the bodyguard swung around from walking away, as he felt your muscles tighten for the impact of the boy’s body. As he swung around, somehow his grip on you lessened and your head was slammed into the rough white wall; your teeth sinking into your tongue as you slumped against the wall in pain. A moan left your mouth, a warm, bitter copper taste filling your mouth as your eyes filled with tears due to the unbearable pain throbbing in your nose and mouth.

Your head was faced towards the wall and your body had lost all the adrenaline in shock, as you gazed at the wall as you focused on listening to the fight, trying to see if you could figure out who was winning, but all you could hear were grunts, the fox boy calling to his friends and their footsteps getting louder followed by more grunts.

A gun was fired and you jumped in surprise, your muscles tensing and then after a long low groan, followed by colourful cursing, then more grunts and after a while the sound of glass shattering, which finally spurred you to find the strength to roll over onto your bruised shoulder.

The glass floor to ceiling window was shattered and the bodyguard was nowhere to be seen, but the other boys were there, and your eyes were drawn to the fox boy, the knife in his hand was bloody. The red coated his hand and was in splatters over his arms and flicks on his face, his black suit jacket had been taken off and the boy was clutching his arm as blood seeped through his fingers, as the others fussed around him. He looked up, flicking his chestnut hair so his fringe was no longer in his eyes, as his eyes locked with yours with a smirk, but you were filled with fear as you sat up trying to find a way to escape.

But your body was full of fear, fear of what they had in store for you with the malicious intent that hung in the atmosphere around them; fear of the boys themselves wearing blood like an old scent it was all too much as you felt your head get light hearted, just as you eyesight became blurred and your eyelids too heavy to keep open a tanned hand appeared in your vision. The hands grasped you by the biceps, pulling you so you were standing opposite the fox boy; the rest of the guests had bene long since disregarded as he ran his warm thumb over your split lip. He then guided you past the shattered glass that littered the floor murmuring in your area, “take it easy. It’ll be okay,”

That was easier said than done, your hands still secured behind your back as you were dragged down the stairs and out of the building from the back entrance, you were led to a sports car and the boy flipped you at the last moment to slam you into the car, his body pressed against yours before he bent down to whisper in your ear, “My name is taehyung,” as he pulled away you watched his eyes move from yours to your lips as his dipped down. Your brow furrowed preparing for a kiss but all you felt was the warmth, dampness of his tongue as he lapped up the blood pooling on your lip, leaning in once more, “you’re going to be fun to break.”

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J2 AHBL Sunday VIP Panel (revised)

*A few hours after the Sunday morning VIP panel, a fan tweeted some stuff after taking notes during the panel. After a few requests I decided to make another (longer) panel summary based off of her tweets. 

  • Jensen (referring to the previous night’s SNS concert he sang at): “I heard it was a good one.”
  • Jared re: Jensen singing: “How was this cat?” 
  • Does actors being asked questions by fans about their current work affect their approach to what they do with the characters? Jared: Abso-freaking-lutely. He talks about how he wrote about this in Fangasm’s new book, Family Don’t End With Blood, about his first experience with conventions and how rought they were, including being involved in one that had a huge scam (more details in the book). But that the through line of it all, through those early experiences, was discussing the character with others for the first time and he loved it. 
  • Jared loved school growing up, was excited about it, he loves spirited discussion and debate and learning from other people. This carries over to the show. “It’s really enriched my character and my enjoyment of the show.” He learns how other people interpret his work. Sometimes hears stuff that he never got from SPN but knows it’s sincere: “That’s cool, man - I didn’t realize people were seeing that as well!”
  • Jensen: “I’d say that it’s a sense of validation that we get, when we talk to you guys, these questions that can go pretty deep…for me it’s a sense of validation that inspires me to personally dig even deeper into my character.” 
  • Basically, what they get from these conversations is the inspiration to work even harder in return. 
  • Fan asks about Clif in the “Folsom Prison Blues” episode. He was not working for them at the time. Met him as an actor. They talk about how his role with J2 developed. Not just a bodyguard, he’s more like their on-set manager. 
  • Question: If Mary, John and Bobby were all back together, how would that affect the dynamic of the team. J2 immediately joke about them being a threesome: Jared: “Umm, did I miss an episode?” Jensen: “It might have emotionally scarring effects on the brothers…it would inspire Dean.” Jared: “I think it would confuse Sam. *as Sam* Mary, John…what?” Jensen: “Dean would go, ‘Oh, that’s where I get it.’” Fan says it was a really dirty joke about watching his parents in a threesome. 
  • The question was actually if Mary, John, and Bobby were all alive at the same time in raising the guys. J2 say having all those parents would make their jobs much easier, that they’d all be doing what they do best. Jensen: “Dad would be off ine one direction, Mom-” Jared: “ONE DIRECTION?? How did we go from Mary/John/Bobby threesome to One Direction? Is that a natural progression? All roads lead to One Direction?”
  • Jared: “Now, if Harry was there as well, I mean…” Jared is a Harry girl confirmed :P
  • Question about Jaread acting in s7 against Lucifer while having to ignore him. J2 say Mark P is a very exciting, unpredictable actor. 
  • Asked what it feels like to meet strangers who love them or are crying. Jared: “Difficult question to answer. It seems easy on the surface.” Says it’s exciting to be a part of something, and to keep in mind that the fans have touched their lives, too. They just finished filming the season, are away from “our fam,” and yet here they are. Jared compared the connectivity to spirituality. 
  • “We are grateful to you just like you’re grateful to us.”
  • Places they haven’t been yet: This is Jared’s first time in Melbourne. Wants to see big cities like Tokyo, Mumbai. Wants to see Moscow but not right now. Jensen would like Iceland, has not been to South America or Africa. Random banter ensued. After the fan says they want to go to Cuba, Jensen says he would like to go look at the old cars there.
  • Someone asked about becoming an extra on SPN, J2 gave some serious talk about that line of work, agencies, how hard that work is, etc. Told the fans how they have to blend so much and ignore so much in order to not ruin takes, also the silent talking factor aka mouthing dialogue. 
  • This is something lead actors also have to do when the scene isn’t on them. If they’re not visible but not audibly talking it’s mouthed. So, if Jensen is an “extra” in a Sam scene, for example, talkingn with someone else in the background, he won’t be talking and Jensen finds it hard. 
  • Did they approve of Demon!Dean ending so fast? Jared: “I didn’t like it. I wanted it to last a long time. I think the writers did, too. I think Jensen had a good time. Personally, Jared as a fan of the show and a friend to Sam Winchester, I wanted to see the chase.” Talks about wanting to see the cat and mouse chase, with Dean knowing Sam was after him, Dean and Crowley both in hell… “I wish it had lasted longer.” 
  • They said ultimately the show is about Sam and Dean and their relationship together, they can’t do 15 episodes of Sam and Dean never being in the same scene together. 
  • Jensen wanted an 8 to 10 episode arc, but they thought the fans would have gotten upset had the show been that different for that long. He compared it to Purgatory, saying he would have wanted it to go on for a few more eps but there’s that concern about separating Sam and Dean for that long. 
  • Jensen: “We know where our bread is buttered” which is “the brothers in the Impala driving down crazy street.” 
  • Next question was about which version of their characters has been hardest and what techniques were used. Jared says doing Lucifer and Sam next to each other. Approached Luci as a brand new character, like he’d never done SPN and was auditioning. With Soulless!Sam, he said “I’m gonna pretend I’m auditioning for a character who doesn’t have a soul. What is he thinking about, motivations, etc.” 
  • Jared remembers speaking to Gamble when she became the showrunner and hearing this plot. His jaw hit the floor, wasn’t sure how to approach a soulless!sam. So, he likened the soul to emotions, morality, ethics. Made it mathematical. Harsh reasoning. Compared to Javier Bardem’s “No Country for Old Men” character. “Deadness behind the eyes” and just thinking mathematically “Which is great ‘cause I love math!”
  • Soulless!Sam was fun for him once he figured out what to do with it. Lucifer was difficult. With Gadreel he changed the dialogue wherever possible to iambic pentamemter to give a timeless being who’s been around forever. Doing that became annoying though, because he was stuck with it like how Misha did with his Cas voice.
  • Boys talk about how Misha actually ripped his vocal chords in the past doing that voice. 
  • Jensen’s answer was on future Dean and present Dean, thinking about adjusting the same person rather than a possession, etc. He described the shooting cycle of acting against himself. “I had to perform future Dean in my head and remember how I’m going to do it later then react accordingly while actually filming the scenes for present Dean, while doing it with someone just reading lines.” So whenever shooting one side he was mentally performing the other. “So my head exploded.”

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While I was at my mom’s house over the weekend my brother and I had a series of long, rambly conversations about Tortall, and one of the things I came away with is that I really want a series rewrite of Trickster that writes out Aly and tells the entire story from Dove’s perspective. The first book could focus on Dove moving to Tenair and negotiating her relationships with Winna and Mequin and Sarai but also having her eyes opened a bit to the realities of her country. Because she was just a kid when they moved, really, albeit an extremely perceptive kid, and I don’t know quite how much social consciousness she’d developed yet. But on Tenair it’s hard to avoid. On Tenair there is no barrier between her family and the locals, not really, and Dove’s the kid of person who listens. So Dove hears about how the local Raka live. She sees the tensions between the Raka and the Luarin in the villages and on the estate. And she sees how they all watch Sarai, silently, constantly, expectantly.

She watches, and she listens, and she talks it over with her father – not all of it, not the stuff about Sarai, but the racial politics. And he looks at her and sighs, because she’s twelve and he loves her and she shouldn’t have to think about these things, but he talks with her about it, because she’s half Raka and will inherit this world his ancestors built and deserves to know about it. And Mequen’s a moderate, a believer, someone who puts all of his faith in his friends and truly, genuinely believes that the current system can be fixed. He knows more than he lets on about the prophecy and about his family – he and Sarguani talked about it once, just once, in hushed voices, when they found out that her first child would be a daughter – but he desperately wants to believe – needs to believe – that there is a peaceful way.

But then Bronau attacks, and Mequen is killed by a man he considered nearly a brother, and Dove realizes that they cannot count on the system to protect them. She already knows that the crown actively despises the Raka; now she realizes that the crown cares only slightly more for the Luarin, for the nobility, for its own blood relations. She goes to find Ulasim the very next day.

The second book can stay basically the same. The Balitang family goes back to Rajmuat. Dove, a member of the Raka conspiracy in her own right by now, a young lady rather than a child, takes on a more active role against Ulasim’s wishes. She has the blood as much as her sister, and she will not be part of any regime that doesn’t talk to the people. Ulasim, who sees in her the same fire as he sees in Sarai, as he saw in Sarugani, backs down.

And so things escalate. Navigating the regent’s court, from Dove’s perspective, would be heartbreaking and fascinating and infuriating. Gone is the detached observational tone we get from Aly. Instead we watch as Dove swallows the insults and the condescension. We watch as Dove’s little brother befriends the young king, as Dove herself makes conversation with Taybur and slowly, unwillingly, comes to the heartwrenching realization that both boys are in terrible danger and that there is only so much she can do to protect them. Her influence only goes so far, and she knows enough of the rebellion, of its scope and its stakes, to know how much she would be asking of them if she asked for mercy. 

Sarai, proud, headstrong, passionate, chafing desperately under the expectations placed upon her by everyone, takes her life into her own hands and flees. Dove reads her farewell letter and sees in the eyes of every Raka in that room that, in their minds, all is ruined. She lifts her head and sticks out her chin and, the moment they return to Rajmuat, reminds them that Sarai was not Sarugani’s only daughter. They argue – she is too young, she is too serious, she does not know what a burden she will be taking up – but she stands her ground and, in the end, whether because they believe in her or because they have run out of options, the leaders of the rebellion accept her as their future queen.

The regents – guided by Kyprioth, who cares nothing for individual lives, who plays a game of chess on a cosmic scale and sees his chosen as pawns and barely notices anyone else – give the order to create a storm. The king’s ship is dashed to pieces by the waves. Dove watches Winna, watches Taybur, watches the Raka leaders, and does not know how to feel. She goes to the rebellion’s leaders later, after she has put Winna to bed, and looks at them, her face still wet with tears, her gown a mess from the long wait in the storm, and says that she will not start her reign with the blood of children. She cannot – will not – ask for a bloodless revolution. Her people have gone through too much and the Luarin hold their power too jealously. But this, the murder of children for no crime other than the blood flowing through their veins, cannot be a precedent, cannot be a roadmap for things to come. Someone says something about the God, and Dove glances up towards the ceiling and says, to both the Raka and to Kyprioth, that if the God has a problem with that he can deal with her directly.

(He does. He comes to see her that night, in all his glory, comes to meet the girl who will free him from his shackles. He takes her on a tour of the Isles, soars across emerald jungles and sparkling seas, and tells her that soon it will all be hers. She shakes her head and says that, no, soon it will be theirs, and he looks at her like he’s never seen her before before sweeping her up into a hug.)

Dove dances through the minefield that is the royal court, learns from Ulasim how to rule and from the regents how not to, studies history and economy and geography, talks to shopkeepers and sailors and beggars. She watches as the crown soldiers trample the poor, notes how they mow down Raka and Luarin alike, and weaves this into her conversations. With growing rapidity, Rajmuat comes to a boiling point.

And then it happens. The riot spreads and becomes open revolt. Dove flies a kudarung over the city and when she lands the rebellion leaders welcome her as their Queen. She watches, safely in the skies, watches as her people fight and bleed, ostensibly for her but truly for themselves, for their own freedom and dignity, for their children and grandchildren. Even as she lands before the Grey Palace, before Taybur opens its doors and offers it to her without a fight, Dove swears that she will not let her people down.

Searching for Silence

Inspired by @mikkapi’s Haikyuu!! Fantasy Au. If you haven’t seen it, please head over to her blog and take a look! 

If you have any questions, feel free to message or send through an ask. Constructive criticism is always welcome and gladly received.

Although I doubt I managed to do her wonderful art justice, I hope you enjoy what’s here…

Chapter One - Dreams of the Past

A small hand, reaching up to the hem of the hood, tugging it down. As it fell, it framed the face of a boy, the murky brown colour, blurred by droplets streaming down.

“Don’t cry Tooru.” A voice bravely encouraged, steady and warm.

‘Tooru’ continued to sniffle, unable to stop the cries from escaping. He clasped a hand over his mouth as the tears flowed out. After a few moments of stifled sobs, the sounds gradually quietened. Tremors still ran through his body as the wetness dried, making way for calmness.

The hand which so gently pulled the hood down earlier now moved to pat the small male on the head.

“It’s ‘lright….. You’ll be fine.” Maybe everything wasn’t alright, but this person, they made it seem like it was.

“N-No-“ “I’m here.” Those two words were all it took for him to relax slightly, feeling his heart warm up. Simple words they were. The emotion in them were strong.

Warmth from the hand continued to rest upon the top of the cloak, where brown locks would normally be seen. Tooru felt himself calm down.

The hand pulled away. It took him a moment to realise that the warmth had gone.

“Wait!” His hand reached out, desperate for the comforting touch. A cold blast of wind whisked the hood of his head as he lifted his head up.

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Fabulous Olicity Fanfic Friday - March 24th, 2017

Originally posted by byaseashore

Happy Friday! So this is my attempt to both thank awesome fanfic writers for their amazing work and offer my recommendations to anyone who is interested. Here are the fantastic fanfic stories I read this week! Click on the titles to get the links! They are posted in the order I read them.

Was it Ever Real? multi-chapter by mindramblings ARGUS Agent Oliver Queen is given one last mission. He has to go undercover and get close to a member of the Bratva’s daughter: Felicity Smoak. Complications arise, however, when he finds himself falling for her. Will he be able to stay focused on the job or blur the lines?

Finally Home by @wherethereissmoak - Oliver is rescued from Prometheus, but discovers Felicity’s chair in the bunker is suspiciously empty. So Awesome!!

The White Queen by @felicityollies - How do you break a man that is already so very broken? You break the love of his life, of course.

Time for a Story multi-chapter by @smkkbert - This fic shows Olicity and their life as a (married) couple with family. Although Olicity (and their kids) are the protagonists, other characters of Arrow and Flash make appearances.

A Day in the Life multi-chapter by @tdgal1 - Felicity Smoak is an MIT graduate and assistant to Oliver Queen.   Suddenly she is his pretend girlfriend and in the spotlight.  Oliver Queen needs a girlfriend to get rid of an obsessive former lover and to please his parents. Fluffy, funny, happiness!

Calculated Chaos multi-chapter @stygian-omada-fan - Sequel to The Nightmare, I don’t care if you’re 4, or 40 you don’t hit people

Running Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4 multi-chapter by @geneshaven - Oliver and Felicity are on the run from the authorities

Our Version of Events multi-chapter by @machawicket and @geneeste - Action star Ollie Queen is trying to clean up his image and land parts that require him to do more than appear shirtless while fighting stuntmen. Pop star Felicity Smoak wants to be seen as an adult in time for the release of her new, grittier album. And talent manager John Diggle’s got an idea about what coverage of Oliver and Felicity’s brand new (and totally fake) romance could do for them both.

In Another Life (I Could be Your Man) multi-chapter by @angelicmisskitty - Their lives couldn’t be more different - and yet Oliver can’t take his eyes off the beautiful blonde woman that leaves the subway every morning at 7.43am. There is something about her that makes him look up every morning - something that also makes him aware he’ll never be good enough for her, or that she’d even notice him. He had no idea how much his life would change the day he rushed over to help her…Olicity AU - no Lian Yu, no saving the city (at least not in the way we know from Arrow :D ) LOVE LOVE, LOVE!

Untitled by @dettiot - a prompt… Oliver and Felicity at the grocery store, Oliver and Felicity hosting a team dinner, or both :)

You are my Strength by @alanna-the-lionheart - 5x17 spec fic - As Prometheus tortures him, Oliver holds on tight to hope. His team, his friends, his family…they are his strength, and they will find him. He trusts them; he trusts all of them. But more than anything, he trusts her.

A Soul Lost at Sea multi-chapter by @tinaday3w - MAGNIFICENT regency romance where Oliver is a pirate who had returned to his previous life.

Untitled by @alexiablackbriar13 - Prompt: Allergy -  So sweet!

Untitled by @dmichellewrites - Prompt a story with Felicity and Lyla

Untitled by @dmichellewrites - Felicity takes a turn dressing up as the Green Arrow

Prompts and Drabbles by @wherethereissmoak - Chapter 1: The prompts were “I thought it was a one-night-stand…and now we’re married…” and  “I’m your husband. It’s my job.”Chapter 2: “The skirt is supposed to be this short.”

Untitled by @dmichellewrites - Prompt: Cake - Olicity wedding cake!

Trust Me multi-chapter by @felicityollies - When a prostitute meets the perfect client, she has to remind herself that there’s no room for getting close to someone in her line of work.

Keep it Professional multi-chapter by @mogirl97 - Oliver is assigned to be Felicity’s bodyguard - Delightful!

Tumbleweeds multi-chapter by zarrati - Set post “What we Leave Behind”. Instead of going to Susan’s, Oliver finds himself at Felicity’s apartment to check on her. What starts out as Oliver trying to be a supportive friend soon sets them on the path of growing back together.

When Locksley Met… multi-chapter by @emmilynestill - A collection of one-shots wherein Oliver and Felicity’s fierce (and fluffy) guard dog meets their friends and family. Also, an Olicity-observed-from-a-third-party collection. CUTENESS OVERLOAD!

Kick Off Your Sunday Shoes by @wherethereissmoak - Prompt -“How long have you been standing there?” Set early in Season 3

Olicity - He’s going to be okay. He’s safe. multi-chapter by @marytagus - A fanfic on Felicity Smoak dealings to get Oliver safe from Prometheus torture.

In My Daughter’s Eyes multi-chapter by @smkkbert - Oliver and Felicity are parents following a teenage pregnancy, they balance family life with school and I love it!

As Easy As Falling multi-chapter by @charlinert - Felicity has just received tragic news when she meets Oliver, I believe there is hope, highly recommend but you will cry but not every chapter!

Deceive, Inveigle and Obfuscate multi-chapter by @machawicket - AWESOME story about a pretend marriage between Oliver and Felicity for reasons

Snowfall multi-chapter by sentencefragments - With her car stuck in the snow and the only thing slightly warm her best friend’s wedding dress in her backseat, Felicity chooses  to take a leap of faith and venture into the snowstorm to find some help. or at least shelter. She slips and tumbles into a deep ditch. Lucky for her, someone finds her and carries her to his cabin and crackling fireplace.

Red Red Wine multi-chapter by @lynslogic - Felicity’s mother meets Oliver Queen who owns a winery and gives him her number

Bound to You multi-chapter by @bindy417 - Felicity is an ARGUS agent and Oliver with the Bratva but they met long before that! This story gives the past and the present. 

Domestic Disagreement by @wherethereissmoak - Oliver and Felicity are back together in a new home, and he’s mad at her for something. Domestic Olicity fluffiness.

Every Life Has a Moment multi-chapter by @laurabelle2930 - The Queen family took Felicity in and raised her from age 7, Felicity and Oliver became bestfriends until they realized they could be more

Am I Going Alone multi-chapter by @abadspellr - AU. What would happen if Ivo killed Sarah instead of Shado? How does Oliver’s life change? Can he still be The Hood? Can he still find Felicity? Can he learn what it means to be a hero? A re-imagining of Arrow with old faces in new roles.

Pieces of Always multi-chapter by @so-caffeinated and @dust2dust34 - Ongoing non-linear collection of family moments for the Queens. You do not need to have read FiCoN to enjoy this, but it will spoil the end. Really love these stories!!

One Plus One Equals Three multi-chapter by @perfectlittlesoul - a glimpse into the happy married life of Olicity - super sweet

I did for this for you by @callistawolf for Olicity Valentine’s Smut-a-thon - Oliver and Felicity have just reunited and things are getting hot and heavy between them as they celebrate their return to each other. And then Oliver discovers something…

Intermezzo by @nodecaff4me for Olicity Valentine’s Smut-a-thon - Oliver hates the opera, prompt “I think you’ll be happy to know that I’m not wearing any underwear…”

Untitled by @deadlybingo - post 5x17 fic what happens after the credits

Olicity Drabble 5x17 - Holding by @laurabelle2930 - Post 5x17 fic An Olicity moment.

A Home for Shadows by @olicitykaramel - Post 5x17 fic Dealing with the aftermath

Picture Perfect multi-chapter by @thebookjumper - She’s not really sure what prompted her to do it.   Okay, that might be a bit of a lie.  Sure, she’s not completely positive of her reasoning, but she would bet Oliver’s fortune that it had quite a bit to do with the four empty bottles of wine littering her counter top and the three other women lounging around her apartment in various states of undress.She doesn’t want to be cute anymore.  She’s sexy and she’s going to prove it. SO AWESOME!

Actions Speak Louder Than Words (And Other True Sayings) multi-chapter by @so-caffeinated - All-in-all, it’s the best kidnapping experience Felicity’s had so far by a lot. So, it’s kind of an epic surprise when the fallout from it is so, so much worse.

Revelations and Confessions by @geniewithwifi - Post 5x17 Olicity moment

Gather Your Darkness by @imusuallyobsessed - What happened right after Oliver came into the bunker and said, “I’m shutting everything down.” The bunker is quiet, Oliver’s asleep, but Felicity and Digg can’t just leave him.

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anonymous asked:

So who thought of the bodyguard au?? Did you make the head cannon and @littlecofiegirl made the comic or??

Ahaha so people ARE confused lol I apologize for not making it clear, allow me to explain for you :) The original concept of my bodyguard au was from @littlecofiegirl, I sort of borrowed her idea with her permission and started to develop different storyline and setting. She also stated that bodyguard au has existed long before she started hers, so it’s hard to tell who’s the person that came up with the whole bodyguard thing 🤔 Anyway she and I both do the bodyguard au but carry out in different directions. However sometimes we do have pretty similar plots and the most funny part is that….we never knew or talked about these plots before we found out what each other was preparing for or posted them out individually! IT’S MAGIC😂 So no, we do not cooperate in this au which also means you can enjoy this au with more than one possibility and storyline :)

Request 2- Protective Meihem

“N-no! No, it’s fine! It’s…kind of nice?”

Junkrat stared at her, yellow eyes gleaming brighter than ever, his hands clasped and wiggling impatiently. “Do you like it really? You don’t gotta like it! Aw, are you just saying that to make me feel better? I know it’s a trash heap, I hate it, it’s the worst, don’t even know why I ever wanted to head back to this pit, eh? Heh! What a dump!…Do you like it though?”

Mei stood there for a few long moments, trying to find something nice to say about Junkertown. And eventually she settled on a rather meekly stated, “Well! W-well, it’s…a lot cleaner than I thought it would be?” Which was not a lie. It was literally a town made of junk, trash, and spare parts, but at least she wasn’t wading knee-deep in grease and blood like she was afraid she would be. She looked around again, deciding not to comment on an animal that she wasn’t really sure was a rat, a cat, or a dog, (or some mutant creature she didn’t even recognize) that was staring menacingly at her from the shadows of a nearby alleyway, hunched atop an overturned garbage can. “It’s, erm…nice?”

“We can leave, darl. We can leave at any time and I won’t say a thing about it…Roadie, we’re turning around, we’re leavin’!” He did an abrupt about-face, spinning about on his peg, but found his path blocked by the enormous gut of his bodyguard. Roadhog merely uttered a tired sigh, and Mei grabbed onto his mechanical hand to help jostle him back into place, walking ahead. The lanky junker groaned a little, stumbling back into step as Hog placed one enormous hand against his bony spine and brusquely pushed him forward. “Are you sure you don’t mind?”

“Jamison, it’s fine. I never got to see Junkertown proper before, and it’ll be interesting to see where you came from.” Mei squinted at the furry monstrosity in the alleyway and she could have sworn it squinted back at her before slinking into the dark. Shaking her head, she held Rat’s hand and shepherded him along. For the past few hours he had ping-ponged rapidly back and forth between being overly excited to ‘show her the sights’,and bemoaning Junkertown’s very existence as beneath her and how they never should have come here. Several times now he had tried to convince her to leave, only to become distracted by some familiar landmark or favorite hiding spot and drag her towards it a moment later.

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anonymous asked:

So i've seen today this gif set of sterek as derek the bodyguard and its so great edited, i was wondering if you knew similar fics to that or just sterek bodyguard fic rec maybe? :)

Hey :)

There are lots of great bodyguard!derek fics! 

Strike Softly (Away From The Body) by  qhuinn (tekla) | 34.5K

Derek is a bodyguard and Stiles his spoiled, resistant client.

just once by  stilinskisparkles | 20.5K

“I’m your bodyguard!”

“Yeah, I know, and I get that you’re worried I am somehow living under the illusion you are Kevin Costner and I’m Whitney Houston, but Derek?” Stiles grabs his tie before Derek can stop him, pulls him close enough to murmur in his ear, “I can’t sing.”

reGuardless by  raisesomehale | 3.5K

The president had been to the point when he explained to Derek the rules of the job.

Stiles was in the room while these rules were recited: Never take your eyes off of him in public. That’s how he liked to dodge his last bodyguards. No more than an arm’s length apart. He’s more slippery than you’d think. Escort him to and from appearances. Intervene in any situation that might tarnish the Stilinski image

The list went on and on. As did the games of chicken Stiles initiated to test Derek with these rules.

call it a wild card by  stilinski | 18.4K

“I am not playing the part of your fearless boyfriend, and you’re not playing prom queen. I am your bodyguard and this is what I do. You will trust me to get Erica out safely or I will strip you of any illusions you still have that I’m a skinny wretch and put you in the trunk, are we clear on that?”

“That’s unprofessional.”


Derek grunts. Stiles nods, satisfied.

A Strong Heart and a Nerve of Steel by  lupinus, uraneia | 21.2K

Stiles and Derek wake up married in Vegas. Well, they would have if it was legal.

In which Stiles is the president’s son, Derek is his bodyguard, and Papa President orders them to pretend to be in love for the sake of gay rights.

Bite Down Hard by  KuriKuri  | 25.7K

In which Secret Service Agent Derek Hale accidentally gets bonded to First Son Stiles Stilinski. Oops.

Never Did Run Smooth by  blacktofade, rarepairenabler | 34.2K

As the only son of King Stilinski, Stiles doesn’t have a lot of freedom, but he doesn’t let that stop him from traveling for days to the biggest festival of the season with a begrudging stranger, Derek.


James McDougal - Clintons convicted Whitewater partner died of an apparent heart attack, while in solitary confinement. He was a key witness in Ken Starr’s investigation.

Mary Mahoney - A former White House intern was murdered July 1997 at a Starbucks Coffee Shop in Georgetown . The murder happened just after she was to go public with her story of sexual harassment in the White House.

Vince Foster - Former White House councilor, and colleague of Hillary Clinton at Little Rock’s Rose Law firm. Died of a gunshot wound to the head, ruled a suicide.

Ron Brown - Secretary of Commerce and former DNC Chairman. Reported to have died by impact in a plane crash. A pathologist close to the investigation reported that there was a hole in the top of Brown’s skull resembling a gunshot wound. At the time of his death Brown was being investigated, and spoke publicly of his willingness to cut a deal with prosecutors. The rest of the people on the plane also died. A few days later the air Traffic controller committed suicide.

Victor Raiser, II - Raiser, a major player in the Clinton fund raising organization died in a private plane crash in July 1992.

Paul Tulley - Democratic National Committee Political Director found dead in a hotel room in Little Rock , September 1992. Described by Clinton as a “dear friend and trusted advisor”.

Ed Willey - Clinton fundraiser, found dead November 1993 deep in the woods in VA of a gunshot wound to the head. Ruled a suicide. Ed Willey died on the same day his wife Kathleen Willey claimed Bill Clinton groped her in the oval office in the White House. Ed Willey was involved in several Clinton fund raising events.

Jerry Parks - Head of Clinton’s gubernatorial security team in Little Rock .. Gunned down in his car at a deserted intersection outside Little Rock. Park’s son said his father was building a dossier on Clinton. He allegedly threatened to reveal this information. After he died, the files were mysteriously removed from his house.

James Bunch - Died from a gunshot suicide. It was reported that he had a “Black Book” of people which contained names of influential people who visited prostitutes in Texas and Arkansas.

James Wilson - Was found dead in May 1993 from an apparent hanging suicide. He was reported to have ties to Whitewater..

Kathy Ferguson - Ex-wife of Arkansas Trooper Danny Ferguson, was found dead in May 1994, in her living room with a gunshot to her head. It was ruled a suicide even though there were several packed suitcases, as if she were going somewhere. Danny Ferguson was a co-defendant along with Bill Clinton in the Paula Jones lawsuit. Kathy Ferguson was a possible corroborating witness for Paula Jones.

Bill Shelton - Arkansas State Trooper and fiancee of Kathy Ferguson. Critical of the suicide ruling of his fiancee, he was found dead in June, 1994 of a gunshot wound also ruled a suicide at the grave site of his fiancee.

Gandy Baugh - Attorney for Clinton’s friend Dan Lassater, died by jumping out a window of a tall building January, 1994. His client was a convicted drug distributor.

Florence Martin - Accountant & sub-contractor for the CIA, was related to the Barry Seal, Mena, Arkansas, airport drug smuggling case. He died of three gunshot wounds.

Suzanne Coleman - Reportedly had an affair with Clinton when he was Arkansas Attorney General. Died of a gunshot wound to the back of the head, ruled a suicide. Was pregnant at the time of her death.

Paula Grober - Clinton’s speech interpreter for the deaf from 1978 until her death December 9, 1992. She died in a one car accident.

Danny Casolaro - Investigative reporter. Investigating Mena Airport and Arkansas Development Finance Authority. He slit his wrists, apparently, in the middle of his investigation.

Paul Wilcher - Attorney investigating corruption at Mena Airport with Casolaro and the 1980 “October Surprise” was found dead on a toilet June 22, 1993, in his Washington DC apartment. Had delivered a report to Janet Reno 3 weeks before his death.

Jon Parnell Walker - Whitewater investigator for Resolution Trust Corp. Jumped to his death from his Arlington, Virginia apartment balcony August 15, 1993. He was investigating the Morgan Guaranty scandal.

Barbara Wise - Commerce Department staffer. Worked closely with Ron Brown and John Huang. Cause of death unknown. Died November 29, 1996. Her bruised, nude body was found locked in her office at the Department of Commerce.

Charles Meissner - Assistant Secretary of Commerce who gave John Huang special security clearance, died shortly thereafter in a small plane crash.

Dr. Stanley Heard - Chairman of the National Chiropractic Health Care Advisory Committee died with his attorney Steve Dickson in a small plane crash. Dr. Heard, in addition to serving on Clinton ’s advisory council personally treated Clinton’s mother, stepfather and brother.

Barry Seal - Drug running TWA pilot out of Mena Arkansas, death was no accident.
Johnny Lawhorn, Jr. - Mechanic, found a check made out to Bill Clinton in the trunk of a car left at his repair shop. He was found dead after his car had hit a utility pole.

Stanley Huggins - Investigated Madison Guaranty. His death was a purported suicide and his report was never released.

Hershell Friday - Attorney and Clinton fundraiser died March 1, 1994, when his plane exploded.
Kevin Ives & Don Henry - Known as “The boys on the track” case. Reports say the boys may have stumbled upon the Mena Arkansas airport drug operation. A controversial case, the initial report of death said, due to falling asleep on railroad tracks. Later reports claim the 2 boys had been slain before being placed on the tracks. Many linked to the case died before their testimony could come before a Grand Jury.


Keith Coney - Died when his motorcycle slammed into the back of a truck, 7/88.

Keith McMaskle - Died, stabbed 113 times, Nov, 1988

Gregory Collins - Died from a gunshot wound January 1989.

Jeff Rhodes - He was shot, mutilated and found burned in a trash dump in April 1989.

James Milan - Found decapitated. However, the Coroner ruled his death was “due to natural causes".

Jordan Kettleson - Was found shot to death in the front seat of his pickup truck in June 1990.

Richard Winters - A suspect in the Ives/Henry deaths. He was killed in a set-up robbery July 1989.


Major William S. Barkley, Jr.

Captain Scott J . Reynolds

Sgt. Brian Hanley

Sgt. Tim Sabel

Major General William Robertson

Col. William Densberger

Col. Robert Kelly

Spec. Gary Rhodes

Steve Willis

Robert Williams

Conway LeBleu

Todd McKeehan

Fight for Me (Ch.1)

Pairing: Commoner/Knight!Seokjin x Princess!OC
Genre: Royalty!AU, Friendship, Romance, Comedy, & Slight-Angst
Words: 5,677
※ Song(s) That Inspired Me: Jig (The Little Mermaid) | Tour of the kingdom
POV: 3rd Person

Summary: Once upon a time, there was a not-so-traditional kingdom. In that kingdom, the royal family had the freedom of marrying whoever his or her royal highness deems worthy. Now, of course, having that special privilege came with some interesting challenges, but that doesn’t stop a certain head-strong princess from doing whatever her heart’s desire, especially when she has her heart set on marrying her personal bodyguard. Unfortunately, her beliefs might face some hardships when a certain king sets his eye on her. Will her bodyguard continue to fight for her or is it finally her turn? 

Next time: ch.2 | ch.3 | ch.4

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