severed fate

I’m trying to prepare for a really small convention in my town. I’m hoping with Fire Emblem Heroes, more people in my area will appreciate and love Fire Emblem.

stars in her eyes

A/N: Late submission for InuKag Week: Stars :D 1700 words of fluff. 


Kagome was drunk.

Kagome was druuunk.

It was something Inuyasha was trying to not focus too much on, since he decided to wait outside of the comfortably warm hut everybody was huddled inside of. He tried desperately to focus on all the other uninhibited things that echoed brokenly into the darkness.  

It was almost well past midnight, and the stars were out in full display, but he could still hear the sounds of their tittering voices, Miroku’s robust chuckling and Sango’s high pitched trill, seeping through the cracks of a makeshift doorway. Kaede’s rough scolding voice, heavy with tease and pestering good will. Shippo piping up that it was ‘incredibly unfair’ he wasn’t allowed to have a swig of the ‘good stuff’.

Kagome, shrieking every once in a while with her clear and ringing laughter. Inuyasha found himself smiling privately, as he leaned back against the cold bark of the tree behind him. He could picture her perfectly too, knees underneath her, red at the joints from how long she had been rubbing them against the wooden floor boards, mouth open and gaping as she released muffled laughter under her hands. Hair a mess, eyes glistening and glimmering in the firelight.

He had been inside surrounded by music and high spirits, but after a few indirect (and direct) innuendos on the nature of his relationship with the back-again priestess, he felt hot and uncomfortable. He’d made a gruff comment about needing to get some air with a reddened face and disappeared before anyone could stop him.

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It’s gotten out of hand

These mobile otome games. I thought I was adjusting well to that play style - only spending a little time every day playing, then moving on to other things, playing again the next day.

I did not adjust at all. Instead I was like “oh, but now I’d have time to start another one”.

And another. And another. And another, sure why not.

… I was supposed to be productive this weekend. Maybe play a bit of Mass Effect, and the Mystic Messenger special (which is so freaking weird omg, I’ll definitely write a post about it sometime soon).

Anyway. This is what happened:

Fuck. I … think I may have a problem.


If anyone reads this and is interested, though - I don’t intend to stop and I’m pretty lonely in these games, so always feel free to add me and/or use my ID for bonuses when starting to play! I’m too awkward to talk to anyone anyway, so no need to be shy.

SLBP: ID 3275053
SSS: Nickname “Chaeri” (character restriction, imagine the “-n” lol)
Midnight Cinderella: ID 1P6kg1Vu
Destined to Love: ID A5BZS0DQY
Scarlet Fate: K1Ky3gsxj2
Mononoke Kiss: HvesK4vzSw
Love Never Dies: Invite-Code rNNLfU; Nickname “Chaeri” again
Arabian Nights Love Story: Invite-Code GHwtV3; Nickname “Chaeri”
Lost Island: KSvewng1dQ

anonymous asked:

Could we pretty please get some cute Shura with baby Kana?

(Want to change the name? Use this!)

He was initially planning on leaving Kana alone- just for a second, to grab something to change into now that there was baby food all over his cloak and tunic.

He resisted the urge to glare at his son, wiping his face off while Kana giggled. “You think that’s funny, huh, kid? Maybe you’ll change your mind when Mama scolds you for makin’ a mess of your old man.”

Shura rose from the table, starting to head for the bedroom, when a tiny voice froze him in place.

“Dada?” Kana spoke. Shura’s eyes flew wide open, swiveling around to look at the baby. He couldn’t believe his ears.

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Seven Nation Army

Fandom: Owari no Seraph

Pairing: YuuMika

Chapters: 1/?

Summary: Mikaela Shindo is an army medic who has seen many things - but he’s got one thing on his mind, doing what he can at what he’s best at. Saving lives.

Yuuichirou Amane raises the stakes at any cost even if that meant losing his life, and he’s got one thing on his mind, serving his country.

After getting severely injured, somehow their fates intertwine with one another. And Yuuichirou seems like he can’t get enough of a particular blond medic with blue eyes.

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Wait wait wait wait wait...

I didn’t pay attention to promo when watching last night (other than Rumple’s wig and there being something about time travel). 

So do I understand this correctly: Next week Snow and Charming try to save Emma by going back in time and PREVENTING her from being a savior?

They are trying to sever her from her fate? The very same thing that Rumple trying in 6A was so heinous that he deserved to lose his child forever?

NOW that’s a good idea? 

Animation Terrorists - NME cover article 17 March 2001

The first Gorillaz Interview! 


Kicking out the bland, cooking up the alternative. The future is coming on and, say Gorillaz, it belongs to them

Mark Beaumont


The courier carries the package into the reception at arm’s length. Sweating profusely, he place it tentatively on the receptionist’s desk, whimpers “sign here” and runs screaming from the building. The parcel bucks wildly, rocks violently on its edges. From inside comes a muffled “Kon-nichi-wa, NOODLE!”, and suddenly two small, Japanese, completely flat legs karate-kick through each side. Two completely flat arms punch out of the bubble wrap and a completely flat Japanese girl’s head pops out of the top. With a gurgled cry of ‘Sayonara! NOODLE!”, Noodle, the youngest and coolest android guitarist in rock, jumps down from the reception desk, waddles quickly to the nearest lift and pushes the button for the 25th floor.
In the NME office all cartoon-freaked bastard hell has broke loose. 2D, the black-eyed, blue-haired pretty boy singer is spray painting ‘ZOMBIE HOP HOP’ and ‘CHRIS MARTIN SUCKS FURRY COCK’ across the office stereo. Russel, the hulking NYC hardman drummer., rummages through drawers stealing any CDs by the Wu-Tang Clan and Shakin’ Stevens. Meanwhile Murdoc, the scrag faced, green-toothed, Beezlebub-worshipping bassist with the halitosis like a badger’s scrotum, has taken over the editor’s office and is offering all female staff “some satanic slap ‘n’ tickle in me Winnebago”. Suddenly he spies a copy of NME’s ‘Popstars’ issue, howls with demonic rage and eats it.

“I think this is a perfect example of how fucking diabolical it’s getting.” He slavers. “Where you have to have a programme where you pick your own pop stars. What the fuck is going on?”
So says the warped and wicked Svengali behind Gorillaz, animation wiv additood, a vibrant alternative to boring old Realbloke Rock, the first ever cartoon band to call Bob The Builder a “cunt” and back it up with baseball bats. They’re the Technicolor Pop Blitzkreig behind the stupendous ragga-western drug ditty ‘Clint Eastwood’ and they’re here to infiltrate NME like a cartoon foot and mouth disease. See them go, spreading like wildfire between the pages, trampling in the faces of Terris, until they reach the cover where they set fire to toilet rolls and shove them under Daft Punk’s helmets. They may be two-dimensional, but Gorillaz are way more real than the shallow plastic edifices of most pop stars. With the shadowy figures of Blur’s Damon Albarn, hip-hop producer Dan The Automator and Tank Girl creator Jamie Hewlett lingering in the background they have come to drag the concept of band manufacture into the next dimension.

“This isn’t getting a bunch of 17-year-olds with pretty faces who can do backflips with big tits and making a record for them,” Murdoc sneers, pulling a dart from his pocket and throwing it at a picture of Fatboy Slim on the wall, missing and hitting 2D in the head instead. “We’ve got a bit more integrity than that”.
“I guess it’s a bit like Eminem,” 2D muses, pulling the dart from his temple, “in that we’re reflecting what’s out there anyway. I just think we’re doing it in a much more intelligent way than he could dream of doing it.”
And with that, Murdoc swings his feet onto the editor’s desk, loses his balance and falls backwards into a filing cabinet, causing a shower of objects, including three bowling balls, a cricket bat and a large anvil to fall onto his head. Three black ravens start circling his cranium.
“Wanker,” scorns 2D.
“Pair of assholes,” tuts Russel.
“NOODLE!” shouts Noodle.

Who let the Gorillaz out!?! Several freaks of fantastical fate, it transpires. While on a routine ram-raiding mission with his gang of scuzzball twat-mates two years ago, Murdoc pile-drove into the window of Uncle Norm’s Organ Emporium in Crawley, where 2D was working part-time. Russel was next on board, fresh from New York where he’d been possessed by the spirit of Del That Funkee Homosapien when Russel was the only survivor of a random and savage drive-by. Sheesh, Rus, you must have felt lucky not to get rubbed out.
Russel: “….”
Sorry. That was in bad taste. The day that their advert for a guitarist appeared in NME, a FedEx parcel arrived on Murdoc’s doorstep, ten-year-old Tamagotchi axe-toddler Noodle leapt out, having posted herself from Osaka, and Gorillaz were go! Their first gig at the legendary Camden Brownhouse started a shotgun-fuelled riot. But most contentious of all are the foggy rumours surrounding the involvement of sometime Gorillaz collaborators Damon, Dan and Jamie. The band claim that they discovered the trio sleeping rough in Leicester Square. But whispers abound that Gorillaz are simply leeching off their famous mates’ credibility.
2D shrugs. “Well it’s nice of you to say that they have any credibility in the first place.”
“When you’re old farts like them,” adds Murdoc, “completely out of ideas, you need to attach yourselves to some young talent.”
Too right, I mean that last Blur album… pffffftt, bloody hell, eh>
2D: “Well you might well have a point there…”
You must’ve thought Damon had gone completely bleedin’ barmy” Going walkabout round Mali, singing nonsense lyrics on the last single…
2D smirks. “As they said in NME, how dare he think he can get away with it!? We thought he was easy fodder, a man who’d lost his way.”
Have you saved their careers?
Murdoc: “We’ve saved Jamie’s. He was washed up. He was doing illustrations for J17 magazine! We’ve given them something interesting to get their teeth into and something to get out of bed for.”

Hmmmm, one senses that there may be a flipside to this argument…
“That story’s a load of bollocks,” says Damon emphatically, clad in baseball cap and chunky B-boy glitter in a west London studio the following day. “They came to us at a party. Me and Jamie used to live together for a while and Murdoc and 2D turned up at a party where we had Sporty Spice, Baby Spice, Pavement, a couple of members of Radiohead, Madonna. No, Madonns wasn’t there, but Kate Moss was there, Marianne Faithful, Keith Allen…”
“The funny thing was,” says Jamie Hewlett, “the following night, Damon got photographed getting some eggs, yet all fucking night the front door was open and not a single fucking journo came upstairs with a camera.”
Midway through recording his “Mali record”, Damon seems enthused and rejuvenated by his involvement with Gorillaz. He praises 2D’s simple yet profoundly impressionistic lyrics and practically speaks in tongues about the band’s forthcoming London gig (at King’s Cross Scala on March 22) claiming “it all goes into the realms of metaphysics and what is real. I won’t be there, though. I’ll be abroad. I’m going to Mongolia that week to hang out with a shaman there.”
Righty-o.
“But because there isn’t a human face to it,” Damon continues, “it’s the abstraction which I think is groundbreaking. Hopefully we’ll inspire people to have no boundaries. It’s liberating. The whole idea of them being animated is that they can go anywhere. The only thing it’s limited by is out imagination.”
Gorillaz eponymous debut album is a kind of Frankenstein’s Furby of a record: awash with dark, apocalyptic hip-hop atmosphere and undead reggae grooves, but clashed through with an innocent streak of kindergarten pop. It’s Deltron 3030 playing conkers with ‘13’, it’s Beck punching The Clash outside a pub on Sesame Street and it’s groundbreaking indeed, not least for its rampant eclecticism.
“Coldplay are very conservative,” says Damon. “If what sets itself up as the alternative could get any more conservative than Travis, it just has. It’s melodic and it’s memorable but for all the wrong reaons. This whole stance that ‘we’re only in it for the music’ how many times does that C86 ethos have to get churned out?”
Plus the whole Gorillaz concept is a marketing department’s we dream. In an age when image manipulation has become as precise a science as nuclear fusion, real people with real human drug addictions, skin complaints and ballooning egos simply aren’t considered flawless enough to be pop stars. And real rock musicians are boring, ugly, self-obsessed, have shit hair and stink constantly of stale plectrum. So what could be better than a ready-baked bunch of freakoid mutant meta-pop stars with psycho-rebel personalities that make Oasis look like the Tweenies?
“ I think being in a famous pop band, many years down the line,” says Jamie, cryptically, “will start to restrict you from doing the sort of stuff you want to do because you’ve got to fit into some sort of mould that’s been created for you and if you’re a creative person that stops you from creating. Working with an animated band is the ideal opportunity to let go and do what you’re good at.”
Really though, Damon, this is just an excuse to get out of doing photo shoots, isn’t it?
Involuntarily, Damon gives a sly, knowing grin.
“Yes.”
The thing about speed is, Murdoc jabbers, flakes dripping from each nostril, “if you end up being the sort of person who gets into doing cocaine when you go to parties and then you go back to doing speed, you end up saying ‘Give us eighty quid’s worth’ and you get a dirty great sugar bag full…”
Shit shovelling time. We already know about Murdoc’s chronic speed habit that kept him almost permanently blind throughout the ‘90s and his sexual desperation which will see him lunge at anything that once had a pulse in the early hours.
The there are those scurrilous rumours about 2D waking up after the Brits win bed with the three girls from Captain Caveman.
2D sneers. “They were just after the publicity.”
We recently interviewed Bob The Builder and he said of Gorillaz, “The drummer is a nice bloke, the little Asian one I haven’t met but I hear she’s alright. But that singer and that bassist, I hope they catch mildew because I fucking hate them two.” Why would he say such a thing?
2D: “That’s Noel The Builder, isn’t it?”
Murdoc: “ I think I probably shagged his girlfriend or something. Betty the Builder.”
2D: “it’s all there, mate! You wanna read it, you can! I tell you what happened, right. I shagged Noel The Builder’s brother’s girlfriend.”
Murdoc: “He’s a cunt anyway. We’re outta here.”
And with that, Murdoc kick starts a blood-red, completely flat Harley Davidson, Russel, Noodle and 2D leap on the back and they ride it straight through the 25th floor window. The bike vrooms for a few feet, then splutters dead. The band hang in the air for a few seconds, confused, until Murdoc peers downwards, cries “MOTHER FUCKAAAAAAARRRRSSSS!” and they plummet out of sight.
When Gorillaz hit the ground, Gorillaz *bounce*

anonymous asked:

Takumi, Leon, Silas, Kaze and Joker reacting to f!Kamui taking a hit for them during a battle. Please...☺️

Your name: submit What is this?

Takumi: He gets terribly angry. As your wounds are getting dressed, he scowls at you the entire time.

“You know Takumi, a thank you is always nice.”

“I’m not thanking you for something stupid,” he snaps. But then begrudgingly adds, “thank you.” It’s a gruff whisper but it makes you laugh.

He rolls his eyes, bidding off the healer quickly when she finishes bandaging up your leg. He then proceeds to pick up his bow and whack you in the shoulder with it. “Takumi! No hurting the injured.”

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Beruka’s Gemstone

Fire Emblem Fates
Camilla, Beruka
FFN|AO3
Dark Dragon World


Beruka sat in silence in her dark room. It had been a week since she had become Lady Camilla’s retainer, and she hadn’t found her rhythm, her purpose here. She trained properly, escorted her lady around during meetings, and stood in silence. But nothing felt right. Well…more so one particular thing felt wrong.

The young assassin curled up on the bed, unsure of what to do with this…free time she had been given. What was there to do? She could train. But her skills as an assassin wouldn’t help her now. Would Lady Camilla be upset if she decided to continue taking contracts? Beruka was uncertain of that…she didn’t want to test that until she became more comfortable here. So what was she to do?

Before she could answer that question, there was a knock at the door, heavy yet gentle. Beruka stood and opened the door.

“Lady Camilla…do you have need of me?” she asked directly.

Camilla was stunned for a moment. Beruka had recognized her so quickly…it was a little jarring, but she quickly regained herself. “Yes. You seem to be adapting well to your new life, but there is something I have neglected to put you through.”

“A test? What is it?”

“A test that will decide if you can stay here or not,” Camilla answered as she turned to leave, trusting Beruka would follow behind her without order.

“And if I fail?”

“Then you can no longer be my retainer.” Camilla glanced back at the smaller woman, expecting to see panic, or determination, or…something in her expression, or a light of these emotions in her eyes, but there was nothing. Her expression was neutral, and her gray eyes were blank and distant, staring ahead with no emotion. It was almost unnerving…

“Then I will not fail.”

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anonymous asked:

at this point I'm pretty sure the world just does not want you to ever have your laptop

This entire situation with my laptop is just Murphy’s law with a vengeance.

That or swapped luck with Knoll temporarily just for this situation.

anonymous asked:

Your tags on the last ask (soulmates) remind me of one of my favorite quotes from a video game ^~^ 'You are free to sever the chains of fate that bind you'

Ye boiii. Choice is really important to me.
For a long time, I’ve always been controlled by what other people would want me to choose. Or what someone else chooses for me. But who are you, if not what you experience in life? And who are you then, if what you experience is not from your choices but someone else’s?

I decided to be my own person. And that begins with making my own decisions. And to choose to be with someone, even just platonically or as an acquaintance or a stranger, you’re giving them time out of your life you’ll never get back. It’s your choice to give them that time. I think choosing people is very special.

Also what’s that video game? I’m a total slut for story based games (duh obviously).