seventeen nineteen


moodboard: damianos of akielos | damen (captive prince trilogy)

“damianos of akielos was commanding troops at seventeen. at nineteen, he rode onto the field, cut a path through our finest men, and took my brother’s life. they say -they said- he was the best fighter in akielos. i thought, if i was going to kill someone like that, i would have to be very, very good.”

Kpop Russian Roulette

I follow the brilliant @baeksgfriend and she’s quite an advocate for supporting groups, beyond just your favorite, because a lot of talent goes to waste because they don’t get the attention they deserve. So I made this little game.

Pick a number, and you’ll be led to a random video from a group.
Perhaps you’ll find something you didn’t know you liked because you never gave it a shot, so here’s your chance.
Tell me who you got and if you liked it~

True or False
By Organization for Transformative Works

Seven moments between Isak and Even (+1 with Sonja), ranging from the ages of four and six to the ages of seventeen and nineteen, respectively.

Or, the childhood best friends AU no one asked me for.

The terms “Witch”“, "Witchcraft”, “spells”, “charms” and such never became taboo in the modern Appalachian culture. Nearly every mountain top and ‘holler’ community had their local 'Witch’ who was openly called such, as a title of honor, not as a insult or a charge of crime, as the term came to be used in other more urban American cultures of the seventeen, eighteen and nineteen hundreds.
—  Ginger Strivelli, Appalachian Granny Magic.

“We were seventeen and nineteen at the time, so it was easy for us to portray these characters because it was sort of what we were: naive kids who could fall in love.”

kurosmind  asked:

“No one is coming to rescue you.” ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)


Have you ever wondered…how an Inquisitor would die?

Up the tower you climb. One two three.

Around the knights you tiptoe. Four five six.

They don’t know who you are. They know demons and blood magic but they don’t know abominations made by men, made by obsession and dementia and cruelty, carried to terms in a twisted-up womb of hatred and jealousy. Seven eight nine.

Ten eleven twelve you count and you turn the lock.

Thirteen fourteen fifteen you count as you pass like the wraith that you are through the drawing room.

Turning the second lock into the Knight-Vigilant’s bedchambers is only one count of sixteen.

Coming to the side of his bed where he lay wan and withered from his illness of watery lungs you count seventeen eighteen nineteen.

Clamp a hand over his mouth you count twenty, twenty-one.

Whispering “No one is coming to rescue you” is twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four.

Drawing your blade over his throat is the twenty-fifth count.

Good. It’s all good. Twenty-five reasons for you to climb this tower and kill Andraste’s Chosen. Twenty-five reasons he has to die so your family can live. Twenty-five reasons you open his neck from the windpipe to the spine without crying because he took you by the hand and dragged you out of a hole once, years ago in a March Alienage he’s long forgotten.

You take Magister Pavus’s pendant from around his neck and tuck it into your pocket. You give yourself one reason to feel bad.

Then you vanish, because demons like you aren’t meant to exist.

Oilux’s Fanfiction

I thought it would be about time that I actually posted a masterlist of my fanfiction for everyone to see and reference easily. If there’s any errors, please let me know what I can do to fix it.

Where to find? Check out the tag #mabill on my blog,, and!

Mabill- Completed Chapter Works

Let’s Make a Deal - Demon Bill, human Mabel, Complete, 36 chapters, 68,287 words total

Chapters: One ▲ Two ▲ Three ▲ Four ▲ Five ▲ Six ▲ Seven ▲ Eight ▲ Nine ▲ Ten ▲ Eleven ▲ Twelve ▲ Thirteen ▲ Fourteen ▲ Fifteen ▲ Sixteen ▲ Seventeen ▲ Eighteen ▲ Nineteen ▲ Twenty ▲ Twenty One Twenty Two ▲ Twenty Three ▲ Twenty Four ▲ Twenty Five ▲ Twenty Six ▲ Twenty Seven ▲ Twenty Eight Twenty Nine ▲ Thirty ▲ Thirty One ▲ Thirty Two ▲ Thirty Three ▲ Thirty Four ▲ Thirty Five ▲ Thirty Six

I Know You (Sequel to LMaD) ▲ Sequel to Let’s Make a Deal, Will makes a return, incomplete, 16,916 words
Chapters: One ▲ Two ▲ Three ▲ Four ▲ Five ▲ Six ▲ Seven ▲ Eight ▲ Nine ▲ Ten

New Horizons - Titanic AU, rich Bill, poor Mabel, two chapters, 18,487 words
Chapters: One ▲ Two

Mabill - Incomplete Chapter Works 

All That Glitters Isn’t Gold - Monster Falls, general audiences, Hunter Bill, Mermaid Mabel, Incomplete, 8,914 words (Haitus)
Chapters: OneTwo ▲ Three ▲ Four ▲ Five

Butterfly Wings - Pirate AU, Teen rating, some blood, incomplete, 6,670 words
Chapters: One ▲ Two ▲ Three

Love Bites - Vampire AU, teen rating, blood, incomplete, 10,286 words (haitus)
Chapters: One ▲ Two ▲ Three ▲ Four ▲ Five ▲ Six

My Ghost - Bill takes Mabel in as a slave, Explicit, not safe for work, incomplete, 12,290 words
Chapters: One ▲ Two ▲ Three ▲ Four ▲ Five ▲ Six

Proper Places - Victorian AU, general rating, historical, incomplete, 13,804 wods
Chapters: One ▲ Two ▲ Three ▲ Four ▲ Five ▲ Six 

Sands of Misery - Ancient Egypt AU, pharaoh Bill, slave Mabel, incomplete, 4,238 words (Haitus)
Chapters: One ▲ Two

Mabill - Completed One Shots 

I Won’t Say It - Based off the song ‘I won’t say I’m in love’ from Disney’s Hercules. Complete, 1,650 words

It Keeps Me Awake - Pirate AU. Teen rating, one shot, complete, Pirate Bill, 7,775 words

Love Me - Teen rating. Abusive Bill, vulnerable Mabel, happy ending. Complete, 7,252 words

Your Touch is Soft - Reverse Falls, William Cipher, Mabel Gleeful. Complete, 1,898 words

Billdip Works

Calamari - Siren AU, mute Bill, pirate Dipper, complete, twenty chapters, siren Bill, complete, 32,009 words
Chapters: One ▲ Two ▲ Three ▲ Four ▲ Five ▲ Six ▲ Seven ▲ Eight ▲ Nine ▲ Ten ▲ Eleven ▲ Twelve ▲ Thirteen ▲ Fourteen ▲ Fifteen ▲ Sixteen ▲ Seventeen ▲ Eighteen ▲ Nineteen ▲ Twenty 

The Great Cipher - Great Gatsby AU, rich Bill, abused Dipper, one shot, complete, 5,582 words

Welcome to Gravity Falls - After Weirdmaggedon, Human Bill, connections, incomplete, corpse bride inspired, 9,430 words
Chapters: One ▲ Two ▲ Three ▲ Four ▲ Five ▲ Six

  • Remus Lupin has spent a total of seventeen months over nineteen years in various hospitals, getting skin grafts and surgeries and physical therapy and honestly he hates it
  • but not as much as he hates his scars
  • all different sizes and colors, pink and silver and brown, stretched across his body because Remus John Lupin is lucky enough to have been in not one, but two separate car accidents that should by all rights have killed him, and yet here he is
  • alive
  • scarred
  • his right leg is never going to move properly again, he’s lucky he can walk with a cane
  • anyways he’s covered in scars and he hates them and one day some random person on the street stares at him too long and he just loses it
  • turns around and limps two blocks until he reaches that shitty little tattoo parlor that he passes every thursday on his way back from the grocery store
  • storms in and rips his jumper off, just wearing a t-shirt now, and bellows “someone please for the love of God help me hide these”
  • so what if he’s crying he’s earned the right to cry
  • he knows he can’t get rid of the scars but he can damn well cover them up
  • he kinda figures he’s about to get kicked out because most people don’t burst into a tattoo parlor and start crying and yelling and pulling off their sweaters
  • but the guy that walks up to him just shakes his head and says “nah, I won’t cover those up, that’s like drawing outside the lines. it’d be a shame.”
  • and he shows Remus
  • shows him how that mottled pink mark on the back of his arm is really just half a zinnia that needs to be filled in
  • the silver lines and dots running down his shoulder is a river of stars
  • and don’t even get him started on the whole landscape across the small of Remus’ back
  • they just need some color and outlines and an artist’s touch
  • specifically one artist’s touch
  • specifically Sirius Black’s
  • which is his name btw nice to meet you please stop crying, Sirius’ll fix you right up
  • so yeah he works out some sort of payment plan with Remus that basically means he can afford to get most of his body tattooed over the next several months
  • Remus comes by once a week for a few hours and in six months he barely recognizes himself
  • all those scars, everything that he hated about his body, Sirius has turned into something beautiful, used what Remus thought were the ugliest flaws to make incredible, breathtaking art
  • but yeah just Sirius helping Remus to love himself and his appearance with the magic of tattoos
Imagine... he’s your best friend’s brother

**NOTE** at the sex part, I suggest you listen to the song “I Can’t Hear You,” by the Dead Weather. It’s prime. Thanks for reading + hope you enjoy..


I’m going to just start off by saying that I grew up next to the Styles family. I’ve been best friends with their youngest, Sofia Styles, since longer than I can remember. We’re four years younger than Gemma and two years younger than Harry, her brother.

Ever since I was fifteen, I had a serious crush on him. He went from a dorky schoolboy to someone I can only dream about being with. Now I’m seventeen and he’s nineteen, and my god, how he’s changed. Today, they’re having a family barbecue (with extended family) and Sofia told me that I’m basically part of the family, so I can come over (and family barbecues are hell).

I show up early, helping her set up. Harry’s in the kitchen, making some microwave macaroni and cheese when I come in the front door. His head whips around to see me. I glance over in his direction, trying to be nonchalant and nod at him. He nods back, turning back to his mac and cheese and forking it into his mouth.

“Where’s Sofia?” I ask, setting my stuff down and sitting on the couch hesitantly.

“Dunno,” he says and then coughs and walks over to me. He flops down next to me on the couch, our bodies still pretty far away, but still. He tilts his head over to me, raising his eyebrows and offering me a bite of his mac and cheese. I politely decline and he shrugs and takes another bite. “What have you been up to?” he asks.

“Uh,” I think, “I got my license last month,” I say, trying to think of the most interesting thing that’s actually happened to me recently.

“That’s exciting,” he nods, “anything else notable? Any new guys?”

Did he seriously just ask me that? I don’t want him to think he’s like my big brother. “No,” I shake my head, “Not really… things have kind of just… settled in that category.”

“You mean you and Y/EX/N broke up?” he asks.

I laugh, “Yeah… a pretty long time ago,” I say.

“He’s an idiot,” he looks over at me and then takes another bite from his mac and cheese, resting an arm on the couch and a hand on his inner thigh, making my mouth water.

“He was nice,” I smile shyly, “just not very good at the whole romantic thing,” I retaliate, sort of feeling the need to defend him.

“As in…?”

“Sex,” I say.

Oh, of course,” he holds up a finger and shakes it at me, “picky, picky.”

I groan, “What about you, though?” I challenge, “Have your eyes on anyone lately?”

He stares at me for a second and then nods. “Yeah,” he finishes up what was in his mac and cheese cup and then gets up to throw it away. Probably a celebrity.

“Do I know them?” I ask.

“Yeah,” he says, walking back to the couch and sitting down again. I’m about to ask another question when the doorbell rings. Sofia runs in from the other room, giving me a big “hello” and a warm smile and rushes to the door to open it. Anne walks behind her, greeting a ton of people I don’t know. I look over at Harry, who gets up to go say hello as well. Harry’s legs are covered in black skinny jeans and his torso adorned in a dark black T-Shirt. Just looking at him makes me want to explode and I have to pry my eyes off him. Great, just another thing he needs, another girl obsessing over him, like he hasn’t already got millions. He’s home on a break from his tour. In my defense, I liked him first.

The barbecue gets started up and Sofia and I hang out in the back yard, talking to her relatives. I watch Harry out of the corner of my eye. He’s also talking with a friend while, of course, driving me absolutely mad. I decide that I don’t have much to lose, so I find a moment when he’s looking at me and I inch my skirt up and bend over to pretend to pick something up. I can feel his eyes burn into me while I do so and I turn around to find him staring at me intensely, not looking away even when I catch him. We make eye contact and I bite my bottom lip, looking him up and down.

Just looking at his hands made me uneasy. That was my favorite part of him. His tattoos decorated them perfectly and I can only dream of those long slender fingers, his hands pleasuring me in ways I can’t describe with words. Harry walks inside the house and I realize that I need to go inside to keep myself from getting too wound up. I tell Sofia and she nods. I there’s someone in the bathroom downstairs already, so I walk up the stairs. As I walk by the bathroom, I hear a moan echo from it and my eyes widen and my heartbeat picks up.

“Fuck,” I hear a utterance and my eyes shut. “Fuck, shit, oh my god, Y/N,” his voice coos and I nearly lose it. On a whim, I knock on the door. “Sorry! I’ll be out in a minute!” Harry yells and I creak the door open and walk inside. As soon as he sees me, he walks over to me quickly and presses me up against the door, shutting it. He instantly crashes his lips against mine. His pants are already zipped up, but his bulge is still incredibly obvious and a smile deviously into the kiss, grabbing his shirt by the collar and pulling him closer to me. He circles his hands around my waist and starts to grind his crotch against me, his breath picking up as he bites my bottom lip lightly. He snakes his tongue into my mouth and our tongues battle for dominance, but I let him win because I love how turned on he is. I want him to be dominant. He drags his lips to my neck, never losing contact with my skin and he starts nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. He knows as soon as he finds my sweet spot because I gasp loudly, tangling a hand in his hair and pulling his face harder against me. I know he’ll leave a mark, but I don’t even care, oddly enough. I reach my other hand down and sluggishly slide it down his pants, making contact directly with his massive hard on. He moans quietly against my neck.

“I want you so fucking bad,” he growls, “You’ve been such a tease.”

I just moan in response at the sensation of his lips against my neck and he rids me of my shirt.

“Are you going to give me what I want?” he asks, eyes full of lust.

I nod instantly.

“Good girl,” he says and reaches behind my back to unhook my bra. He quickly pulls away from me and runs to the shower, turning it on.

“Why have you done that?” I ask, confused.

“I’m loud,” he tells me, “and I know you are, too.”

My eyes widen, “Uh, how do you know that?” I frown.

He rushes back to me and picks me up so I’m straddling him, his hands kneading my ass though my skirt. He tugs my skirt all the way off and stands me in front of the shower. “I was at your house a while ago,” he starts, looking at me and biting his bottom lip hard, “To pick up Sofia, and you were in your bedroom pleasuring yourself,” he says. My cheeks turn bright red. “I swear to god, I wanted to walk right in your door and fuck you senseless, but I had places to be, and just the sound of you giving yourself pleasure was enough for me to get myself off.” My eyes nearly roll back in my head while he tells me the story.

“I guess I got you back,” I challenge, cocking an eyebrow as I rid myself of my underwear and he steps back, taking all of his clothing off in a few swift movements. His erection is so huge, I think it might hurt me, but that doesn’t make me hesitate to grab him and start to pump him vigorously. He presses me against the shower wall and slides his dick between my legs, but doesn’t enter me. He starts fucking my thighs, the friction rubbing against my clit, making us both moan against each other’s lips. The water is hot against my skin, sort of burning, but in a great way.

“Oh, fuck,” Harry mutters against my swollen lips. “Lie down,” he says. I obey and he pries my legs open, kneeling down and staring at my core with hungry eyes. He dips his head down and licks a stripe up my folds, making me gasp loudly. He presses the pad of his tongue against my clit, starting to trace figure 8’s against it. He moans just at me losing it, sending vibrations against my clit and nearly throwing me over the edge. He plunges two fingers inside of me, giving me the pleasure I’d only dreamed about before. He pumps his fingers in and out of me quickly and takes my clit in his mouth, sucking harshly. I gasp so loud I’m sure someone else could hear me.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck, Harry, oh my god!” I yell. He smiles against my heat and lightly bites down on my clit as I cum all over his mouth, riding out my orgasm as my entire body shakes. He continues to pump his fingers in and out of my cunt. “Stand,” I command him and he obliges, standing as I position myself in front of him on my knees. I pump him in my hand as hard and fast as I can and he moans loudly. I lick a stripe up his shaft, looking up at him, his face desperate.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he growls and I smirk, swirling my tongue against his swollen red tip and sucking harshly to get him back. “Fuck, baby, yeah,” he edges me on, only making me wetter and I wrap my lips around his shaft, forcing my head down as far as I can go. I bob my head quickly and he tangles his hands in my hair, helping guide me. “Uhh right there,” he groans making me moan against him. “Holy fucking shit, Y/N!” He yells, “Fuck, I’m going to cum!” he warns me and I get off of him, tugging me down so he’s in between my legs and I’m lying on the tile. His dick is rock hard and it sticks out proudly from his abdomen as he positions himself at my entrance. He rubs his tip against my clit, driving me insane.

“Harry, just fuck me already!” I growl and he looks down at me and smirks and I admire his torso splattered in tattoos.

“How bad do you want me?” he asks.

“So much, Harry, I need you,” I say, “fuck me senseless.”

“Baby, you’re going to have to beg if you want me,” he teases.

“Harry please fuck me,” I beg, “I need you so fucking bad, please, you’re so—" I start to say but he cuts me off by thrusting into me without warning. He provides no time for me to adjust to his size, just starts pounding into me as fast and hard as he can. I arch my back, the steam from the shower fogging the glass. He lowers his head and circles his tongue on my nipple, making me want to scream out. “Fuck, Harry, you’re so fucking big,” I throw my head back.

As he slams into me, waves of pleasure radiate through my body and the room is filled with euphoria and the taste of his lips. He drags his lips up to mine and kisses me passionately, his wet curls sticking to his forehead. I rake my nails against the skin of his back and his mouth drops open against mine, the loudest moan escaping his mouth followed by heavy breathing. He circles his hands around my lower back and lifts me, still inside me and presses me up against the wall, sneaking his tongue into my mouth while I tangle my hands in his hair. He starts thrusting up into me again, instantly hitting my g spot and making me moan out against his lips. He smiles and chuckles as he pants, hitting places inside me that I didn’t even know existed.

“Oh my god, fuck!” He groans.

“Right there, yes!” I bury my head in his neck, scratching his lower back again and pulling him tighter against me, if that’s even possible.

“Fuck, Y/N, you’re so tight,” he moans, “Y/N, look at me.”

I drag my eyes up to look into his and we hold an intense stare as he continues to pound into me, not slowing down. He brings a hand down to my clit and starts rubbing circles hard against it, making me whimper. I look down.

“Look at me,” he growls again.

He bites his bottom lip and I do the same, my eyes threatening to flutter shut every few seconds, but his stare forces my eyes open.

“Harry, I’m gonna cum,” I warn him and he starts thrusting even harder.

“Me too,” he says, focusing and looking down at where we’re connected. “Together?”

I nod and he looks back at me. I shut my eyes as he counts down. “Three, two,” he pauses, his thrusts getting sloppy, “One.” We both moan incredibly loudly. He spills inside of me, filling me with his hot liquid while I clench around him, releasing all over him. We sink down to the shower floor, him still inside of me. We hide our faces in each others necks and try desperately to catch our breath. After a few seconds, I hear a laugh echo from Harry’s mouth.

“Holy fuck,” he breathes.

I giggle. “Agreed.”

“Holy. Fuck.” he repeats, chuckling. He brings his head back up to mine again, pressing a kiss against my lips, placing his hands on my waist and caressing the skin gently. “You,” he says and then pecks my lips, “Were,” he pecks my lips again, “Fucking,” again, “incredible,” he finishes with another long kiss. He pulls out of me and then tugs me to my feet. It’s nearly difficult for me to walk and he helps me out of the shower. He hands me a towel and dries himself off as well. We start to put our clothes back on silently.

“Sofia doesn’t hear about this,” I say, looking at him pull his jeans up.

“Absolutely not,” he agrees, “But does that mean we won’t do it again?”

“I hope that’s not what it means,” I say, smiling and he grins back.

“I guess we’ll just have to keep it quiet then?” he asks, walking over and placing a soft kiss on my lips. “Why don’t we dry up your hair?”

I nod and he goes to the cabinet and pulls out the hair dryer, plugging it in and standing behind me with a hairbrush. He tucks my wet hair behind my neck, exposing extremely prominent hickeys. A rush of panic runs through me.

“You can cover it with makeup,” he reassures, sensing my worry.

“Can I say something?” I ask.

“Anything,” he replies, looking at me in the mirror and then brushing the ends of my hair.

“I like you,” I purse my lips and he looks up and into the reflection on the fogged up mirror, “A lot.”

He grins as my chest tightens and heart beats fast. “I like you, too,” he whispers, “A lot.”

We both blush and smile the whole time he finishes drying out my hair. 

Once we’re finished drying my hair, we open the bathroom door and there’s a bald guy standing there with a beer in his hand and his jaw wide open. My cheeks turn bright red.

“Uncle Jeff,” Harry states, “Uh…”

He doesn’t say anything, just points past him to the bathroom, absolutely stunned. Harry and I get out of the way and he walks in, shutting the door behind him.

Harry and I look at each other and then start bursting out laughing, bending over. Our laughs get so big that we go silent. When we finally compose ourselves, Harry tugs me toward him and pecks my lips three more times and then nods toward the staircase.

We walk downstairs like nothing ever happened. This is probably the only family barbecue I’ve ever actually enjoyed.