The Evolution of a Common App Essay: Tips and Excerpts

Do’s and Don’ts:

  • Do choose a topic that you feel strongly about even if people say it’s cliche. A “unique” essay isn’t effective if it comes across as outlandish, unfocused, or worse—contrived; it’s the way you approach a subject that matters, not the subject itself. 
  • Do aim for sincerity over memorability. 
  • Don’t address risky (sensitive) subjects like mental illness or drug use. There’s a fine line between vulnerability and TMI; what strikes a chord with one reader might offend another. Think about how you can communicate similar ideas using different anecdotes. See below.

The Evolution of an Essay

I went through seven drafts from start to finish; this is a shortened (and slightly exaggerated) version of my thought process.  

What’s the most integral part of your identity? 



My struggle with it has probably shaped me more than anything. 

Okay, too risky. What’s an event you keep revisiting in your mind?

That time when I got caught in a riptide.

Why is it significant? Jot down a few key words/ideas.

Helplessness. Fear. Saving myself. Writing. This became:

Surrounded by yet estranged from humanity, so close to shore yet so far away, I began to despair. The sharp pulse of my fear ebbed into resignation; my kicking and flailing slowed. But almost as soon as I stopped struggling, it dawned on me: all I had to do was tread. From this experience arose my poem “Fujian.” This piece is a memorial of the boundless joy I had felt upon reaching land, an elegy for the arrogant girl who had thought that she was greater than the sea. But it is also a lesson for days to come. Don’t waste energy fighting life’s many storms. Weather them out.

I went through several drafts and changed the topic several times, but noticed a recurring focus on the third idea—overcoming a seemingly insurmountable obstacle by ceasing to struggle. In my first draft, I was only able to swim back to shore after I stopped resisting the tide; in my final draft, I was only able to speak up after setting aside my fear of ridicule:

I think about how I’ve exchanged no more than a few words with my grandfather during the entire trip, fearing that he would rue the foreign lilt of my Mandarin. But silence is too high a price to pay. My aloofness has shielded me not from hurt but from connection; it is the weakest defense, mere child’s armor in a grown-up world. And so I clear my throat, my Mandarin an old tune whose lyrics I am only just recalling, and begin to speak.

Fly | Park Ji Min | One-Shot

jimin (bts) + you (reader)
word count: 12,842
warnings: there’s no violence in here but if survival scenarios make you uncomfortable there is a mild dose of that of course there is some smut but it’s nothing too rough it’s vanilla plus there is quite a bit of cussing hey he’s a pirate it is to be expected
a/n: the long awaited pirate!jimin fic is finally here good grief i feel like i have been working on this for years but it’s only been a couple months lol anyway hope you all enjoy i really like how it turned out but i will go ahead and add there will be no sequel or extra installments

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The Whistler, from Ask Reddit’s “[Serious] What is the creepiest thing that has ever ACTUALLY happened to you?”

Submitted by user bingbong1234:

I’ve been waiting a long time to tell Reddit the full story of The Whistler. This story requires many details, but it is unexplainable, creepy, and 100% true. I also have video evidence.

When I was about 8 years old I was taking my dog for a walk through the neighborhood with my mom. It was maybe 11pm. We live next to a swamp/woods area on the edge of our neighborhood in Lansing, Michigan. I remember it being very silent and slightly windy. From down in the swamp we heard somebody whistling at us. It sounded sort of like a bird, but each whistle was different enough where the lack of consistency made it human-like. The whistle sounded higher, then lower. I can’t really describe it. My mom had a concerned, slightly terrified look on her face and grabbed my hand and said that we should go inside quickly. I didn’t understand because I was too young, but seeing my mom freak out made me freak out too. After a while, though, I kind of forgot about it.

Two years later, I was taking my dog out again, late at night. There is a large bush that could easily obscure a person behind it just next to the front door. As I was finishing the walk, the whistling noise started again, same pitches, same inconsistent, human-like tones. As soon as I heard it, a chill went down my spine as I remembered exactly the feeling of seeing my mom, terrified, looking down into the swamp at something I couldn’t see (maybe she couldn’t either). I ran inside as fast as possible.

Years went by and I thought about it less and less. I told only a handful of people, and eventually it slipped from my mind.

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Lighthouse Cove: Point Break (Bill Skarsgård)


Charlotte had not seen how jumpy her mother was in the days following the incident, always carefully peering around every room she entered and making sure to keep her daughter in eyesight whenever possible, which she was glad for. She did not want her happy child to become filled with worry.

Bill noticed though, and he tried to soothe her whenever he saw her body slightly tense, eyes widen or if she bit her lip. He would stand behind her, his chest flush against her back, and lean his head down so his lips were right by her ear before he whispered reassurance to her. Sometimes he didn’t speak, instead, let his gentle touch say the words he did not; I’m here for you. You’ll be alright.

He felt as though a weight had been lifted off his shoulders when he saw her begin to smile again, free from the fearful thoughts that had been filling her mind.

It took two solid weeks for her to stop feeling uneasy and on edge. She had not seen the mysterious stranger again in the past fourteen days, leading her to the realization that maybe he had only been a fragment of her imagination. It was a comforting thought; it allowed her to slowly let go of the fear she held deep inside of her, knowing that her family was safe.

Things at Lighthouse Cove continued on as if nothing had ever happened, Charlotte went out with Bill almost every other morning to collect wood, they all laid on the sofas together at night and Bill worked on the generator when it was faulty.

It was today that the family decided to go for a hike through the woods that surrounded the bay, walking along the thinly snow-covered path which they drove on coming to the lighthouse; it was the only way in or out of the cove.

Charlotte sat on her father’s shoulders, his hands holding her boot-clothed ankles that dangled down the top of his chest. She held onto a fistfull of his floppy brown hair and tugged at it occasionally, earning her a questioning glance from Bill every now and then, to which she only burst out into laughter.

She walked beside them, her mitten clothed hands stuffed into the fuzzy pockets of her jacket until she would point out passing animals, mainly black-capped chickadee birds, to her daughter who would look at them enthusiastically.

It was a pleasant day. Although still bleak, the sky was brighter than normal, signalling the beginning of the end of winter. Soon, the ice that concealed the lake would start to break off and melt. Charlotte was very excited for the day she could see the water and watch the waves crash and roll onto the shore.

“Daddy, stop!” Charlotte exclaimed, giving Bill’s hair a small tug.

He stopped in his tracks, craning his head back to look at his daughter. Her face was filled with delight as she looked at the snow coated pine trees.

“Mommy, look!” she said, taking one hand off her father’s head to point to a spot in the woods.

Her mother tried to follow her line of sight, but failed to see any wildlife. So she wandered over to Bill’s side and stood on her tiptoes, her head now closer to her daughters.

She surveyed the terrain again, looking closely for whatever Charlotte was pointing at, yet still coming up short. She snuck a look at Bill and saw from his expression that he had no idea what she had seen either.

“What is it Char?” she asked her daughter, looking up to meet her gleaming eyes.

She continued to point, “It’s a fox! By the pile of sticks.”

Both her and Bill followed their daughter’s instructions, looking to find the mass of wood Charlotte was speaking of.

Her lips formed a smile. There by the stick pile was indeed an arctic fox, almost as white as the snow surrounding it, and it slowly slinked across the woodlands.

“Nice one,” Bill praised, giving his daughter’s legs a small squeeze.

“Yeah, I can’t believe you even saw that!” her mother gaped, exaggerating her tone just a bit to make her daughter feel even more proud.

Her daughter smiled, so pure and full of childish joy, then removed her other hand from her father’s head. Charlotte took her mother’s cheeks in her hands and pulled her forward, causing her to stumble into Bill, then planted a platonic kiss on her lips.

Before she could pull back, Bill’s lips brushed over her neck and gingerly pressed a soft kiss to her skin. She had to stop herself from sighing at the feeling of his lips on her pulse point, aware that Charlotte was sitting on his shoulders.

“Daddy!” their daughter complained loudly, weaving both her hands back through his light brown hair and giving it a harder tug, “Mommy only likes being kissed on the lips.”

Bill laughed at his daughter’s reaction, not caring that his hair probably looked a mess, and started walking again.

“Is that so?” he wondered, “I thought she liked to be kissed there.”

Pft, no,” Charlotte retorted, as if it was clearly obvious.

She couldn’t help but smile at Charlotte’s innocence, thinking that she would probably faint if she found out what other activities they got up to in their spare time. She felt slightly flushed, yet she looked up at her daughter and explained, “It’s not the same when you’re married. Husbands and wives show their affections differently than they do with their children.”

Charlotte listened intently, her expression one of deep interest as she took in the new information.

“Really?” she asked, thinking her mother was playing some sort of joke on her.

“Yep,” she nodded, “One day, when you’re married, maybe your husband will kiss you there.”

This earned her a look of disgust from her daughter and strong glance from Bill, his fatherly instinct taking over; no one was touching his little girl.

“Nope. No boys,” she promised her mother, causing her father to sigh in relief.

“Good,” he replied, gaining himself another strong tug from Charlotte.

They kept on strolling down the forest path, Charlotte occasionally walking but mostly sitting on her father’s shoulders, for another hour. By the time they made it back to the lighthouse, the sun was almost halfway set, allowing for a beautiful blue-purple hue to decorate the northern sky. Bill agreed to start preparing dinner whilst she took a shower, switching positions with her once she finished.

She scaled the stone steps of the spiral staircase, grabbed some fresh clothes to dress in, then made her way to the washroom she and Bill shared. Pulling out then turning the shower knob to hot, she allowed the water to heat up whilst she stripped out of her clothes.

Her woollen sweater, shirt, pants and underwear all laid discarded on the floor as she stepped into the now steaming water.

She ran her fingers through her hair, tilting her head back into the water as she rinsed off the remaining shampoo suds from her locks. Her eyes were shut as she slicked her hair back, letting herself think only about how warm and calming the water felt against her skin. It was a welcoming feeling compared to the cold winds that nipped at her body all day.

The dim lighting made it all the more relaxing, a soft yellow glow filling the bathroom, slipping through the glass wall of the shower and becoming even more muted. This, along with the hot water, was incredibly enjoyable.

She hummed softly to herself as she dipped her head further back and bent her arms even more to reach the bottom of her hair.

Hands slipped onto her waist.

The instant she felt the dry hands touch her wet skin, her eyes shot open and she looked at the person in front of her.

It was him.

Her lips parted as she gaped at him, pupils amplifying as her lids opened wider, in complete shock. Her hands immediately went to his broad chest, attempting to push him away from her, with all the strength she could muster. Yet, he barely moved an inch.

You,” she lifted a hand to point a finger at him, “What… What do you want?” she demanded, narrowing her eyes at him.

He shook his head once, as if he could not understand her audacity, then forcefully grabbed her wrists with his large hands. She gasped and began to trash in his hold, until he slammed her back into the wall so hard that it knocked the breath out of her.

She let out a breathy groan as she tried to regain her breath, her chest rising and falling heaving quickly.

He pinned her hands above her head, slamming them against the tiled wall, and his fingers gripped her wrists so tightly it hurt.

When she noticed he was completely naked, just like her, she screamed and struggled against him. Tears fell from her eyes as he pressed his chest flush against hers. A strangled sob fell from her lips as she writhed against him, desperate to have his hands off of her

“WHO ARE YOU?” she wailed, “GET OFF OF ME!”

He grunted, clearly displeased by her actions, and slapped her cheek harshly, causing her other one to smack the shower wall. She whimpered, her whole body starting to shake as the pain ran through her.

She started to cry, quietly until she could no longer be silent and finally began to sob. Her cries filled the bathroom and she couldn’t bring herself to stop.

He’s going to kill me. Oh, God, no not Bill. Please. Please not Charlotte. My baby… My baby…

“BILL!” she wailed, “BILL, PLEASE!”

The stranger looked at her quivering figure, naked and tense, before snorting, completely annoyed of her antics.

“Oh, fuck off,” he complained.

It was the first time she heard his voice; deep and gruff, tone curt. It was so dark and commanding, unlike Bill’s soft and sweet one. This man’s voice made her feel as like he could dominate her, control her by his own will. It made him even more terrifying.

He abruptly let go over her wrists and she collapsed down on the floor tile, right under the shower head.

She pulled her legs into her chest and placed her head in between her knees, sobbing uncontrollably.

Bill…” she whimpered, sputtering and shaking despite the hot water that flowed down on her.

She vaguely heard the door shut behind the stranger as he left the bathroom. Yet all she could rationalize was the emotions she felt; panicky, frightened, petrified.

What is happening to me?

Bill leisurely stirred the beef and vegetable stew in a pot on the stove top while Charlotte drew in the living room. The stew was nearly done cooking and he wondered what was taking her so long; she enjoyed long showers, but not to this extent.

The stew was prepared and he had finished setting the table yet she still wasn’t done.

“I’m hungry,” Charlotte complained, wandering into the kitchen to see what was taking so long.

“I know, Sweetie. I’m sure your mother will only be a second,” he told her. Nonetheless, he decided that he should probably check on her, “I’ll be back in a minute. Can you stay here and draw for a bit longer?”

His daughter nodded before running back to her drawings.

He started up the spiral staircase and walked towards the bathroom, wondering why on earth she was taking so long. His long legs carried him down the hall easily.

He heard her voice, it was screaming his name.

Bill yanked the door open with an insurmountable force, the steam hitting him immediately, and he strode in to find her.

His eyes widened and he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw her.

She was cowering in terror underneath the stream of water, her whole body shaking like a leaf. He heard her muffled weeps and sniffles as she cried into her knees. Never before had she looked so small and broken.

His heart wept; the sight of his wife sobbing uncontrollably in a fetal position made everything inside him hurt.

“Y/N,” he spoke softly, shocked at how tense she looked.

Slowly, she lifted her head from where it was leant on her knees and looked at him, eyes so full of sorrow and pain.

He rushed towards her, slamming the shower knob back down before taking her naked body into his arms. He sat down on the soaking tile, his pants already becoming sodden, and held her tightly against his clothed chest.

She clenched her arms to her chest as his wrapped around her quivering body. She continued to cry.

“He’s here, Bill. He.. came into the shower and… slammed me against the wall,” she sputtered, sniffling every so often.

He held her tighter. Oh, God. What have you done…

“No one’s here, Baby,” he promised her, his voice breaking at the end.

Her eyes sprung opened and he saw the fear in them instantly.

She fervently shook her head, “No, no, no. No, Bill, please. He was here. Please, believe me, Baby. Please.

He looked down at he sadly, “Baby…”

Please, Bill, please! He was in the shower with me. Please believe me!” She begged hysterically, sobbing again.

He hugged her tighter, wishing he had the power to do something. He was lost.

“Okay, Baby,” he whispered shakily, a tear slipping down his cheek, “I believe you.”

She only continued to bawl into his chest, her whole body trembling.

He ran his hand up and down her back. “You’re freezing, Baby. Let’s get you dressed,” he spoke gently.

“No… Charlotte, Bill. You have to save her,” she begged, grasping his upper arms tightly.

Unhurriedly, he stood, bringing her trembling body up with him. He still held her in both of his arms, scared that she would collapse if he let go.

“Let’s get you dressed first, okay?” he spoke soothingly, setting her down on the counter beside the sink.

She moved to slip off the granite. “No, Bill. Our baby. You have to save our baby!” she pleaded, her eyes wide and pupils dilated.

Another tear rolled down his strong cheek at the sight of her. “She will be fine. Our baby will be safe,” he swore to her, taking a hold of her shoulders and pushing her back onto the ledge, “she will be fine.”

It was a losing battle that she did not have enough strength to fight, so utterly exhausted.

Silent tears ran down her cheeks as he bent down to pick up her clothes. Carefully, he slipped both of her arms into the sleeves of her oversized plaid flannel. The sight of her breasts eignited a strong sensation of desire deep inside him whenever she had them exposed for him, yet he felt too upset to invest in marvelling at her beauty as he slowly did up the buttons on her shirt. His hands ran over her cool breasts and he looked into her eyes, only to find that them hazy and distant, as if she wasn’t with him.


She looked at him, her cheeks still wet with tears. “I want my baby,” she spoke, her voice flat and monotone.

His eyes welled up as he pulled her grey sweatpants over her dangling legs. “You need to rest. I’ll be with her,” he vowed.

She shook her head, “No. I want to see her.”

“Baby…” he whispered, running his hand down her damp cheek.


He combed his hands through her hair and leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“You’ll see her tomorrow. You need to sleep; you’re exhausted,” he told her.

She went silent, her head hung as she stared at the ground.

He sniffled, placing his large hand over his full lips to keep his small cries inside. Taking a deep breath, he placed one arm beneath her knees and the other under her back before pulling her into his arms easily. Her head flopped onto his shoulder and she looked up at him hollowly, her eyes vacant of their usual joy.

He started off to their bedroom, keeping her tightly pressed against his chest, until he reached their bed. He placed her down on their mattress and drew the blankets up her body clothed body.

“Sleep well, Baby,” he said softly.

But she was already asleep.

“Where’s Mommy?” Charlotte immediately questioned her father when he entered the living room alone.

He sighed, sweeping a hand through his hair before looking down at his daughter. “Mommy is very tired. She’s gone to sleep,” he explained, not lying but certainly not speaking the whole truth.

Charlotte’s eyebrows furrowed, “Can I sleep with her?”

Bill shook his head, “No, Sweetie. We’re going to have dinner.”

“What about Mommy?” she fired back.

He really didn’t have the patience for this, but it wasn’t her fault so he took a deep breath. He knelt down in front of his daughter, took her small hands into his large ones and looked her right in the eye.

“Mommy wants you to have dinner. I promise you can see her tomorrow, okay?” he spoke, watching as her slightly angry eyes went soft again.

“Is she okay?” she whispered, so lowly that he almost didn’t hear her.

Bill pulled his daughter into a hug, clutching her little body tightly. “Mommy’s okay, just tired. I promise,” he replied, his lips almost touching her ear.

His daughter pulled back, “I’m hungry.”

He smiled weakly.

“Okay. Let’s eat.”

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Imagine being the newest recruit onboard the Enterprise…

“You must be the Ensign Y/F/N Y/L/N.” Jim offers you his hand. “Jim Kirk. I’ll be your Captain for the new three years.” He smiles charmingly at you.

Your smile mirrors his as you take his hand. “I’m looking forward to it, sir.” He’s even more attractive in person and your cheeks start to flush pink despite yourself.

“Well hopefully I’ll be seeing you around.” Jim’s grin turns mischievous then. “I heard a little rumor that our first stop for shore leave is gonna be a pleasure planet.” He laughs as your cheeks flush darker at the implication. “Have a nice first day, Y/N.” And with that, he’s off towards the bridge leaving you alone in the hallway to collect yourself.

Dappled (Part One)

Originally posted by whenxoxosmilesunshines

EXO Fanfic: Fantasy AU (Other World Chronicles)
Main Pairing: Female Reader/OC x Oh Sehun 

The Other World has been at peace for many years, the Council keeping law and order between the Kinds and Lands. Even Outsiders live threat free. But in a world so vast and varied - can peace ever truly last..?

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Three months later:

You yawned as you stretched out on the lounger you were laying on. As your yawn died down into a contented smile, you let out a small sigh, relishing the feel of sunlight on your skin and the soft sea breeze in your hair.

‘My lady.’

You opened your eyes, not bothering to shield them from the bright sunlight that flooded into your pupils. As your sight adjusted you rolled your eyes as you saw the figure who was now stood next to your lounger.

‘Oh, what a pleasant surprise,’ you said, sarcastically, closing your eyes again, ‘My Representative remembers I exist.’ 

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Rhys snores when he’s having a particularly restful night’s sleep, and Vaughn thinks it’s adorable.

The lanky man lies curled up in the bed in the back of Vaughn’s cab, arms folded underneath his head and legs curled up against his stomach as he snoozes in Vaughn’s lap. He himself sits up straight, back against the cool metal of the cab wall as he carefully strokes Rhys’ hair, chuckling at the loud snuffling snort that comes from him. Rhys is probably going to end up drooling all over his leg but Vaughn’s pretty sure he’ll find it in his heart to forgive him.

It had been a really, really good day, after all. For the first time in awhile they’d stopped somewhere that wasn’t strictly a truck stop, pulling off into a town just off the freeway, surrounded on all sides by dots of bushes and brown grass. Pale as he was, Rhys had practically been glowing as he’d stepped out into the sunlight, blue crop top pulling up slightly expose his stomach as stretched his arms high over his head.  

Vaughn hadn’t even tried to keep the smile off his face as Rhys reached forward to lace long fingers with his own.

The town had been a pretty kitschy, tourist-y place, full of fast-food drive thrus and gift shops full of tacky roadside memorabilia. Rhys had snorted with laughter when he ‘d picked up a bag of “invisible jerky,” and even though there was no way Vaughn was going to buy an empty bag even if it was only three dollars, he’d managed to fend off Rhys’ sad puppy dog pout when he’d bought him a cute pair of blue agate earrings that matched his eyes.

Rhys had been laughing and joking and smiling brightly in a genuine way that Vaughn hadn’t seen for the past week or so, and it’d honestly refilled the young trucker with some hope that’d been lost in long nights holding Rhys’ sweating, shaking hand, or in moments of strained silence with only the crackle of the radio between them.

He wanted Rhys to be happy, but sometimes when he could do nothing but watch as Rhys sobbed through the burning in his veins, happiness seemed so far off, dancing away on the endless horizon.

Vaughn notices Rhys’ legs shivering softly, and pulled the comforter further up and over him. He’s wearing the sweatshirt from Vaughn’s online college. He’d ordered it last minute before the start of the semester and had had to make due with an extra large offering that went down to his knees. Thankfully that’d turned out to be a blessing in disguise since the sweatshirt had long become Rhys’ favorite article of clothing of Vaughn’s, and hung around his hips in a cute lazy way that the trucker had grown pretty fond of.

Rhys murmurs something in his sleep that kind of sounds like his name, nuzzling against the trucker’s legs before settling back down. Vaughn pets the hair off of Rhys’ forehead, smiling at the adorable way he scrunches up his nose.

There’s only a couple hundred more miles ’til they reach their destination. Rhys hasn’t seen the ocean in years. He’d told Vaughn that the last time he’d been to the beach had been when he was only a kid, and he barely remembered much of anything besides the smell and the vanilla ice cream he’d gotten at the snack shack. Vaughn had already requested a little break between this job and the next one so he could take Rhys to the shore once they stopped on the coast and unloaded the truck. He’d already been looking up the best beaches and the most tasty ice cream shops on his tablet, secretly planning a treat for Rhys at the end of their long journey together.

Rhys mumbles, a bit of sleepy distress seeping into his voice as Vaughn shifts his head from his lap, but before Rhys can stir awake he’s spooning up besides him, arms wrapping securely around Rhys’ waist. Vaughn smiles against the back of Rhys’ neck as he goes back to snoring, the comforting sound filling the cab and helping to lull Vaughn to sleep as he gives Rhys only last, sleepy little hug.

He just knows they’re going to make it together.

Something small for the Gayperion Trucker AU I have with @mandaocity I hope you like it dear!!

A Pirate’s Life

Hello! I got a prompt for comfy and casual trans nudity at the beach so here is a fic about Fenris where he is trans. Also feat. a lil bit of the fenhawkes and Isabela in a starring role. Largely SFW.


Isabela splays her legs on the sand and tips her head back, knocking it against the spindly trunk of the small tree under which they have all taken shelter. “If we’re going to be here for hours, the sea could at least cough up a bloody breeze.”

Fenris grunts in agreement. The tree is sparse and barely higher than Hawke’s head, and it provides minimal relief from the blazing sun. He’s beginning to wish the pirates would show up and steal Lord Ronfort’s shipment just so he could kill them and then go back to Kirkwall and lie unclothed on the stone floor of his shuttered house, which is at least slightly cooler than the surrounding air. But the sea stretching out in front of them is empty of ships.

Aveline dips her canteen back in the water barrel and chugs from it. “It’s only a couple of more hours until sunset, I think,” she says, wiping her mouth.

Fenris doesn’t know how she’s surviving in full plate armor. He’s in a breastplate, gauntlets, and leather and even that is extraordinarily uncomfortable. Hawke takes a drink as well. “Maybe we can just leave and hope no one shows up,” he mumbles.

“Oh, no. I am getting the other half of my fee,” Isabela says. “Ugh, Maker’s balls.” She shoves a hand up her shirt.

“Oh, for—do you have any decency?” Aveline grumbles.

“Give me a break, would you? There’s so much sweat under my tits I could swim in it.”

Fenris shifts slightly. His own problems are not quite so bountiful as hers, but they remain.

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Danganronpa another story : Ultra despair boys

Pairings: Yuta/Takemichi (slight)

Warnings: slight angst?

Word Count (of the chapter): 3242

Summary: Takemichi Yukimaru was one of the captives of Towa City, left alone in the city, he tried to leave when he met another boy who needs his help. Together, they try to find a way to survive and leave this place filled with death and dangers.

Authors Note:  So…Here it is. The title is so bad and the summary even worse but eh, I couldn’t find something else, I will probably change them later. Anyway, here is the first chapter, it’s mostly about Takemichi though, I hope you will like it!

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The ground dropped away from my feet and I started to fall.

           In retrospect, I should not have been standing on the moldering old dock, but there had been something moving in the water and I had to see it. There had been stories for years of something big and strong living in the lake, something that had scared off the fishermen. I had never believed it, not after three straight years of monster hunters scanning the lake had failed to turn up even a single unusual scale. But fishermen still stayed away, out of fear of evil spirits and demons living below the surface of the water and their superstition had spread to the rest of the town.

           Still, I reflected as the shock of cold water against my skin sapped my ability to move, that wasn’t a superstition that I’d seen in the lake.

           Something brushed against my leg. I jolted, fear overpowering the horrible cold for a second. A presence loomed behind me, but before I could turn to face it, strong hands grabbed me and hauled me up.

           I gulped water in surprise and broke the surface gagging. Large, warm hands pressed me towards shore. Coughing, I hauled myself onto the shore, collapsed onto my side and closed my eyes.

           The sound of something dragging itself onto shore made me open my eyes again. Next to me on shore lay something that resembled a merman.

           It looked humanoid, at least. Its face was mostly human, but it was scaled, with a flatter, slitted nose. Greenish gray scales covered its whole body, except for the long hair that hung around its face. The hair was almost the same color as its scales, only a few shades darker. Gills pulsed rhythmically on the sides of its neck. A narrow chest and waist flowed seamlessly into a large, powerful looking tail that ended in an elegant, but enormous fin. Thin, almost translucent fins ran along the underside of its tail and down its back and, when it moved its hand, I could see fins between its fingers. It looked at me with its dark eyes, lacking any sort of sclera.

           “What-” I gasped before a wave of choking and coughing cut me off. The merman drew itself closer, bode scraping over the loose dirt of the shore. One of its hands pressed to my back. I shuddered and convulsed as a wave of water erupted from my mouth and soaked into the dirt beneath me. Suddenly I could breathe again. I gulped air gratefully for a moment before curling back up on the ground to shiver.

           The merman withdrew his hand for a moment, then reached out again. This time, he shook my shoulder and pulled at me, urging me to stand. “I can’t,” I whispered as he pulled me into a sitting position. “It’s too cold.” Even in midwinter, the temperature never got cold enough to freeze the lake, but the air and the cool water combined were leeching strength from me.

I wished I hadn’t decided to walk all the way to the lake from my house. There was no way I could make it to my house before the cold- I couldn’t think it. I just curled up tighter.

           The merman slapped his tail against the ground and spoke in a soft, raspy voice. “Do not worry. I will take the cold away.”

           Before I could react, he dragged himself closer to me and carefully wrapped his body around mine. He was bigger than I’d initially thought, at least eight feet from head to tail tip. His body was cool, like a fish, but as he touched me, his skin started to warm up. He grew hotter and hotter until he was like a portable heater. I pressed my face into his shoulder. “You’re so warm.”

           “You are very cold,” he responded. “We are balanced.” He pressed a hand against my back. “Where do you live?”

           “A l-little ways away,” I said through shivers. His grip on me tightened a little, almost too tight. I didn’t move away. It was too cold to even think about trying to get away from his warmth. Instead, I went as still as I could and closed my eyes.

           The merman remained holding me for a little while until my shivers stopped. He lifted his arm off of me. “You are warmer now?” he asked.

           “Yes,” I said. “Thank you.”

           He pulled his arms back and sat up, pushing his upper body away from the ground. “In the future, I suggest that you be more careful around water.” With deft motions, he turned himself around and started to slip down the wet slope, back into the lake.

           “Wait!” I wasn’t actually expecting him to stop, so when he did and turned back to me, I stammered to a stop. “I… Why did you save me?”

           He smiled, all long teeth. It was disarmingly pretty. “Why not save you?”

           “Well there are stories about you capsizing boats on the lake and you never saved those people,” I said. The merman turned his body back towards me, scooting closer again.

           “They were hunting in my waters,” he said. “I stopped them. If they fish too much, there will not be enough fish in the lake for me to eat. But you did not attempt to take prey from the lake. You fell by accident. I could not let you drown.” He tilted his head at me. “Why were you so close to the water? Humans don’t usually go so close to the lake. They haven’t for a long time.”

           “I thought I saw something in the water,” I said. “I think I saw your tail break the surface.”

           He ducked his head, ear fins twitching. “I have not been so careful lately. And I was especially careless today. I am fortunate that it was you who saw me and not a hunter.” He smiled again, this one with his mouth mostly closed. I could just barely see the tips of his teeth. “I will thank you for not telling anyone.”

           “Never,” I said. He smiled wider, then took my hand. My heart pounded as he pressed the back of my hand to his forehead.

           “Thank you.” His scales were warm and a few thin, papery ones came off against my skin. He looked at me thoughtfully with his dark eyes, then started to turn towards the water again. This time, I allowed him to leave. His head and shoulders slipped into the water and, with a massive heave, the rest of him followed. I walked to the edge of the shore to look after him. A dark shape moved under the surface of the water and his head and shoulders broke the surface several feet away from me. He rolled over to look towards me. For a moment, he floated there, looking uncertain, then he turned back towards me.

           “What’s the matter?” I asked as he drifted towards shore. He stopped a short distance from the shallows, peeking out of the water at me.

           “Talking to you was nice,” he said. “I have never talked to anyone before.” He swam closer to me, tail rising out of the water. “I am glad that you came here.”

           “You know what? So am I,” I said. His tail slapped against the water and he made a purring noise like a startled cat.

           “Then maybe I will be able to see you again?” he offered. I laughed.

           “You want me to come back?”

           He nodded. “Yes.” He ducked under the water to that only his eyes were peeking out and looked at me hopefully. I grinned.

           “Then I’ll see you tomorrow,” I whispered. He smiled, then flipped back into the water with an enormous splash. For a second I saw a dark shape twisting away into the depths, then nothing.

           I turned and walked back up the shore with a stomach full of butterflies. A merman living in the lake. How strange. How thoroughly amazing.

  • Percy: What did one ocean say to the other?
  • Jason: *Trying to keep the mast up during a storm* I'm a little busy here Percy.
  • Percy: *Ignores him* Nothing, they just waved.
  • Jason: *Succeeds* Oh that's nice. You're funny.
  • Percy: Did you SEA what I did there?
  • Jason: Yeah I got it.
  • Percy: Are you SHORE?
  • Jason: Yes.
  • Annabeth: Stop tormenting Jason, your jokes suck.
  • Percy: Don't be such a BEACH.
  • Annabeth: Percy. Don't.
  • Percy: Water you saying?
  • Annabeth: Percy, I've heard all of them. You've told me each one more that ten times. Now STOP and help out or just do something productive.
  • Percy: Fine. If that's what you want, I'll just go KRILL myself.
  • Annabeth: ....
  • Jason: How long do these usually last?
  • Annabeth: He's not even halfway through.
  • Percy: None of you seem to care about the fact that I just TIDE.
  • Leo: Noooooo I FISH you'd come back.
  • Annabeth: I'm done with life. I had better hopes from you Leo.
  • Jason: Why dude. You have a better sense of humor than this.
  • Percy: I was going to stop but since Leo is a good friend, I SHELL continue.
  • Leo: Let's SAND the ones with no sense of humor away.
  • Jason: .......
  • Annabeth: Are you telling me they've never done this to you before?
  • Jason: Nope...
  • Nico: Damn, you're lucky.
  • Leo and Percy: *at the same time* THAT'S WHAT ONE RIVER SAID TO THE OTHER.
  • Annabeth: NICO.
  • Nico: I'M SORRY I FORGOT...
  • Percy: Are you guys tide of these jokes? Because i understand that after a whale they're kind of predictable.
  • Leo: Nah man I think they have their own porpoise.
  • *Five minutes later*
  • Annabeth: They haven't changed, have they?
  • Jason: Nope.
  • Annabeth: *sighs*

we are rooted in the sea, veins and arteries stretching
across the earth, twining tangled to the world’s salt-soaked center
and i’ve seen: we can’t stop running to the shore,
stopping short with hands pressed to our hearts,
the sand holding firm and sharp and clean against our skin.
it feels like the end of the world.
it feels like the beginning of everything.
there’s a hole in my throat that only fills up when i’m
watching the waves dance with the sun, dreaming about
twirling around in the endless cool, the endless softness
until i’m bitter with the taste of it, brackish and sticking
in the back of my mouth. the water changes color:
opaque teal as i’m falling dizzy to it, faded out over the side of the bridge
(i always think what would happen if it cracked and we fell),
cyan in old pictures moldering along my walls.

it’s like this for a moment. it’s like this forever.
it’s only like this in my head.

(pour enough oil on the ocean, and it will light right up
when the rest of you flick out your cigarettes.)

—  oceans above, for earth day//ast.
Salazar Logic part 2:

1) When killing pirates, always take time to eat an apple 

2) Get up in people’s faces (especially Barbossa’s)

3) Always kill pirates, regardless of whether or not they’re waving a white flag

4) Be sure to correct anyone who calls pirates “Men”

5) Randomly narrate your backstory and explain that you kill pirates, in case people are too stupid to work out that you are a pirate hunter with military background (despite all the evidence)

6) Occasionally stand motionless on the half or quarter deck with a “don’t disturb me or I’ll kill you” look on your face 

7) Throw British soldiers into the flames of their burning ships

8) Do strange movements with your right leg so that no one understands what the fuck you are doing until the movie comes out 

9) Run towards the beach with your entire crew like a bull at a gate, but as soon as you get to the shore, stop and take time to explain to the “good guys” why you need to kill Jack 

10) When telling Barbossa and Henry to find Jack for you fails, send all manner of supernatural creatures and monsters to find him, instead (that includes your ship’s masthead)


♈ ARIES //  You watched me limping, wounded, and unfamiliar with the sight of my own blood. You took my gentle hands and placed smoldering coals in their bruised palms. Curled my fingers into a fist so tight that my knuckles turned ghost white and the skin threatened to split open. You said that sometimes, it’s not enough to make them hurt. They have to burn as well. Your scorching touch left blisters. That raw skin grew back thicker.

♉ TAURUS //  You may have been an angel, the way you sat down beside me in the shade with such blissful grace. You hummed a simple something and started plucking absently at the meadow grass. I looked your way with inquisition. You brushed the dirt off my cheek and smiled. Your fingers wove wild flowers through my tangled hair as you sweetly rambled over the softness of each strand, and of how beautiful I looked. And I truly felt I did.

♊ GEMINI //  You woke me at 2am – lightning in your eyes and mischief behind your teeth. You shook the sleep from my limbs, said I didn’t need heavy things, and dragged me far from the bed I’d made. But you let go of my hands just as the storm rolled in, and started sprinting. I realized then you had made me weightless so that I wouldn’t fall behind. We became wind and raced like hurricanes until the sun returned. Now I laugh when I hear thunder.

♋ CANCER //  You led me by the light of moon to the weathered shore, and stopped at the oceans mouth. The sand slowly conformed to the curves of my toes, my feet sunk in ankle deep. You had promised me that this world would always make room for me to stand. The tides rose higher. You kept your fingers laced in mine. With waves now at our throats you said, “It will be okay”. And I was not afraid when the sea finally swallowed me whole. I will be okay.

♌ LEO //  You had to squint through your own blinding rays to see, but once you saw that I felt cold. You sauntered over, cupped my face with smiling warmth and kissed my forehead and cheeks. Bubbling light spilled from your lips as you announced that I was the brightest being you had ever seen. It was empty, I knew that – but for a fleeting moment, I did feel luminous. You had fingers dipped in summer heat. Sunburn lingered where your hands had been.

♍ VIRGO //  You had the most humble touch – almost like a whisper. You placed your hands lightly on my shaking shoulders, and I thought you were a ghost. My left arm was made of glass. It shattered on contact. You simply let me cry, and started sifting through the broken fragments. I apologized, and said you didn’t need to help. But when you placed those pieces in my right hand, I saw the fractures in your own. I felt why your touch was so gentle. You smiled. I understood.

♎ LIBRA //  Your hands are elegant, but they have never really met my own. Not completely, anyway. Because when you turned left, and I turned right. I stepped up just as you stepped down. You only ever smiled when I frowned. It isn’t bad – it’s just balanced. We have met each other, though. It was in the middle place, and only for a second. You waved kindly as we passed, and I think your fingertips may have grazed mine. Something felt like feathers.

♏ SCORPIO //  You have never been afraid of the dark, have you? Or maybe you have, and that’s how you knew I would be, too. Your hands were like that. Like mine. I thought I was alone and stumbled blindly. Frantic hands – I grasped desperately at the nothing in the empty spaces. But when my fingers suddenly felt foreign flesh, I didn’t even flinch. Because although I could not see, I somehow knew whose skin it was. And those places didn’t feel so empty. And I no longer felt alone.

♐ SAGITTARIUS //  You stopped along your endless trek one day, where the air was thin and the ground was cracked. You saw me there, too scared to move, and pushed the corners of my lips into a more positive position. The Earth split open beneath us, but you just took my wrist and spun me ‘round. You lead me in a dance, sparks on your heels. We laughed, and pretended that we weren’t on fire.

♑ CAPRICORN //  You offered a gracious hand to me as I dangled helplessly off the edge of the universe. Feebly straining to grab your fingers, I cried, “I can’t reach” and you replied simply, “You will.” And that pulled out a strength buried deep in my bones. It was not much, but it was enough. You heaved my tired mass the rest of the way – proud that I had come so far. I was full of doubt, but you were right. The view is much nicer from up here.

♒ AQUARIUS //  You asked to read my hands. Hesitant, I held them out flat, and offered an apology. You ignored the sorry, brushed my callouses and called them unique. Then you coated them in dirt and told me to look when my eyes were closed. When I did – I saw that it wasn’t dirt at all. It was stardust. I held the Milky Way, and wept into my open palms. I thanked the air, since you had vanished by the time I dried my eyes. I can still see stars on them sometimes.

♓ PISCES //  Your hands found mine on day one, out at sea. They haven’t seemed to drift too far since. They carry me back to shore when I’m flailing, being toppled by wave after wave after wave. And once when I was particularly determined to dive – you held on and sank with me to the bottom of the ocean. You said that no one should drown alone. That you’d been here many times before and that you’d breathe for us both until I was ready to inhale again. There was never any pressure.

anonymous asked:

might i say love every bit you write helps in relaxing in these stressful days... thank you

Aw, thanks <3 Here, have a preview of the next chapter of Marines (I’m halfway through writing it now)

Sitting on the railings, peering over the edge of the Merry, Riskua wonders what exactly it is about this island that means the creatures upon it have never truly evolved from what they once were. 

Even if so very few had visited its shores, that wouldn’t stop natural selection, would it? The evolution of species that comes about as those with the traits to survive pass their genetics on, while those who aren’t as well equip find themselves dying early, if not as a result of a larger predator than just general stupidity. 

Survival of the fittest indeed. 

However, while every other place in the world seems to have continued evolving, this seems to have just… stopped. Is it something to do with this world having more than one moon? That’s probably the cause of the Grand Line weirdness. 

Though why she keeps trying to apply the rules of her old world to this one when they’re so painfully different, Riskua doesn’t know. Who’s to say physics works the same over here anyway? 

“Sanji! I need a lunchbox! A pirate lunchbox!” 

Cocking her head to a side, Riskua watches her little brother as he all but trembles in excitement, nostalgia punching hard into her stomach. 

Years ago, it was her that Luffy turned to when he wanted a lunchbox making for his adventure. Now he’s found someone much better at it, it’s given her less responsibilities in that respect, but that doesn’t mean she’s entirely happy with it. Luffy (while not wholly grown yet) is growing up, he wouldn’t have needed to keep relying on her anyway. 

It’s still… discomforting a realisation. 

“I smell adventure!”

The Littlest Winchester - Swimming Lessons

Character(s): Dean Winchester

Warning: None

Word Count: 984


           “Why are we going to the beach again?”

           “Because we need a day off. Ain’t that right, sweetheart?” Dean extends his arm over the back of the seat to fist bump his four-year-old daughter.

           “Yes!” The little girl returns the fist bump as best she can from her position in the car seat.

           She’s never been to a beach before, not even a pool, so this whole day is going to be an adventure for her. This morning Dean took her to get her first swimsuit and a pair of arm floaties. While Sam stood by and rolled his eyes, Dean spent ten minutes selecting a pair of swim trunks for himself. As much as he tried, he couldn’t persuade Sam to do the same. Sam had rejected his brother’s every suggestion with a resounding ‘no’. He was going in shorts and a t-shirt, and that was that.

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Meant to be pt.2

Summary :  A world, a world where people have soulmates, each and every person on earth is connected, bonded to another one, wherever this person is. A world where soulmates can communicate with each other through skin, everything wrote/sketched/drew on the skin, will appear on the soulmate’s and disappear few minutes later.

Word count : 1400

Genre : SoulMate!AU - Fluff - kind of a little mini bit of angst

I apologize for every grammar or spelling mistake, keep in mind that English isn’t my first language ♥

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6

End of school, beginning of the Summer, but for her, it was also the beginning of troubles.

She managed to ignore him for a few weeks, well in fact, right after the drawing spam she got on her arms, she asked, begged him to stop, at least until Summer and that’s what he did. But now there was no turning back, school is over, and he will definitely communicate with her again, and even thought she hates admitting it, she was really excited about it.

June 14th, already two weeks and he still haven’t done anything, no drawings, no words, no “P.J”’s. What if he didn’t want to know her anymore ? What if he got tired of waiting ? What if he got hurt when she said she didn’t want to know him ?

A lot of questions were stuck in her head and it drove her crazy. Crazy to the point she was ready to do the first step. She turned arounf in her apartment for a few minutes before finally grabbing a pen and settling down on her couch. It was 7pm, “he shouldn’t be asleep, it’s too early, he has to see it right ?”

She stayed there, with her pen in one hand, facing the wall with a blank expression, thinking about what to write. It was her really first time writing something first, and she was nervous. She never thought this would ever happened, she never thought she would be in this situation, stressing over what word to write on her arm, trying to talk with her supposed soulmate, but here she was, pressing gently the point of her pen on her right wrist.


It may be the end of school, but to him, the beginning of summer meant more work, because of the cool weather and the sea near the shop, many more customers would stop by to get something to drink. It has only been two weeks, and yet he never saw that amount of people in the shop before. Sadly, like him and Jungkook were the only two working there, days were long and tiring, and he had really no time to think about his soulmate.

That’s why he didn’t answer to her. He didn’t even saw her name on his wrist, too busy, serving iced teas and lemonades while smiling even thought he was so tired.

And it was like this for about a month, him working hard, and her trying now everyday to talk to him, name, city, age, she tried everything, but he never answered, and that made her heart ache everytime.

“Why must I be this freaking stupid ?! I knew this was bullshit ! I knew it was impossible !” she screamed, throwing the pen as far as she could, fighting against the tears that were threatening to fall.

She always knew that a foolish thing such as “soulmates” couldn’t really exist, that it was just something to make people feel less lonely, to make even the saddest person feel  loved. But it was all fake, there were no true feelings behind all of this, just some weird genetic shit that connected your body to another one somewhere.

The days have passed and it was already the end of June, Lucy came back from her parent’s house in Ilsan and surprised her with two tickets for Busan, convincing her with some “Think about the beautiful beach that Busan has ! The cafés ! And who knows, maybe you’ll find a boy there ..”

“FINE, fine, I need to change my mind anyways, when are we leaving ?”

“I may have bought the ticket because like they were for tonight it was cheaper… so yeah tonight !”

Her eyes widened, shocked by the news, before running to her bedroom, packing her things with her best friend. And in the blink of an eye, they found themselves boarding into their plane, in direction of Busan.

July 2nd, Jimin had a day off, finally, he could take some time for himself, and for her. He surprised himself looking at the calendar, noticing the date, and remembering that school has ended a month ago, and that he totally forgot about her due to his work. Without thinking about it twice he grabbed his usual black pen and started to write something on his arm.

“How are you ?”

It was simple, but he couldn’t think of anything else at the moment, it was all so new to him. He waited patiently, as the minute passed by, the writing slowly faded away, and no answer was in sight, nowhere. “Maybe she just didn’t see, maybe I should write it somewhere more noticeable”

So he did it again, this time he wrote it on his hand, but once again, it slowly faded away, with no response.

He tried, again and again, but nothing. “Why ? Why me ? Why can’t I find a lovely soulmate just like Jungkook did ? Why is she ignoring me ? And why is this hurting me so much ?! I don’t even know her ! AISH”

He quickly put on a white T-shirt and walked angrily toward the front door, he was about to go out, when he found them behind front of the door, Jungkook and his soulmate, in each other arms, eyes closed, clearly enjoying each other presence. Jungkook was smiling, he couldn’t see his bestfriend’s soulmate’s face, but he could swear she was too. Even if he was angry and sad, he couldn’t help but smile in front of the scene, slowly and silently walking away, exiting the quiet building.

The moon was showing, and it was the beginning of a beautiful summer night.

He walked toward the beach near his work place silently, headphones on with his favourite song, feeling the fresh and salty air getting closer and closer, until he was there.

He took off his shoes and started walking in the sand, each step in rhythm with the song, and without noticing it, he found himself starting to dance, his passion. He danced thinking about her, he never put this amount of emotion in a choreography before, but this felt right, this was appeasing his heartache.

It was night already when they landed, but they didn’t want to go to their hotel yet, and decided to go to the place they wanted to see the most, the beach.

Lucy told her that she would join later on, because they still needed to drop their luggages before enjoying themselves. While her friend made her way to the hotel, she called a taxi, which drove her directly toward the beach.

It was amazingly beautiful, the sky was clear and the stars were blindly beautiful. She inhaled deeply, smelling the wet sand mixed up with the salty sea, and got closer to the shore, but suddenly stopped in her tracks.

Right in front of her, lighten up by the reflection of the moon, a man was dancing.

He was wearing a large white T shirt with ripped jeans and was bare foot. His arms and legs were moving smoothly and his hair followed the movements of his body perfectly. Without realizing it, she got closer to the man, and sat down, few meters away from him. From where she was, she could see him perfectly with the calm water in the background. She never felt this before, just seeing this guy made her smile and calm down, forgetting all about that stupid “soulmate” of hers.

He knew, he knew someone was looking at him, but he didn’t care, he kept dancing, and he kept thinking about her, which made him more and more angry seconds by seconds, until he couldn’t take it anymore and fell on his knees, screaming in front of the calm and relaxing water like he never did before, letting his emotion get the best of him.

And she was still there, looking at him, scared and intrigued at the same time, until he looked behind him and locked eyes with her.

Both of them instantly tensing and relaxing at the same time, and they stayed like that, until Lucy got back, breaking the sudden connection between the two, and making him leave.

He just looked at her, and she just looked at him, and that’s all it took to capture each other hearts without them even knowing.

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