skin branding

Lmao Star would NOT tan well …u can tell. She would be like LOOK MARCO I GOT NICE N TOASTY and shes like…slightly less paper towel colored

That or she would be like “the sun is a merciless god that branded my skin red and I have to kill him”

punsbulletsandpointythings  asked:

Your myth retellings are gorgeous. Would you tell another please? Maybe something with Hermes?

Pandora is made from earth, shaped by the hands of Hephaestus and made in the image of his beloved wife. Aphrodite gifts her with grace and charisma. Athena teaches her to weave and bestows cleverness upon her.

She stands in front of Hermes, and the god frowns and touches her with a single fingertip on her chin, moving her head one way than the other. “They’ll eat you alive,” he says, and she doesn’t understand.

She tilts her head to the side and smiles a vacant smile. All of the cleverness in the world will do her no good without any context. “We are the same,” she says, pressing a hand to Hermes’s chest. She is made from earth and has the skin to mach. He is a celestial god, and his skin is the same rich shade of brown.

He did not ask to be born any more than his mother asked to bare him. His creation, just like hers, is at the whims of Zeus. All for some little lost fire, all because Prometheus wanted his people to be warm, and, well, he is the god of the thieves after all –

So he gifts her with deceit, with selfishness, with cunning. Her smile leaves her face all at once as she’s filled with self-awareness. “He’ll be angry with you,” she says, “I am not what you were supposed to make.”

“Gods have short memories,” he says, and doesn’t bother to hide the contempt in his voice. “Do not worry about me, gifted child. You have larger problems than my fate.”

He has turned her from something pure into – something more like him. Her face darkens even further as her perfectly crafted mind slots all the pieces together, and he can’t help but find her lovely. It’s how she was made, after all. “I can’t stop it, can I? Whatever they’re planning for me to do?”

“No,” Hermes says, “but now you might be able to survive it.”

“Will I want to?” she asks, and he doesn’t answer. She doesn’t expect him too.

~

She hides from everyone, lives in a cave at the edge of the city. The gods had called her the first woman, but that’s not true, she can see.

There are women. They smile and laugh have work roughened hands. She aches to join them, but she has the beauty of a goddess. They will know. If she joins them, they will know she is not of them, and it will set into motion whatever trap Zeus has planned.

She is not human, not in the same way, molded from clay by a god’s hands. But she is of humans, and not eager to bestow upon them the harm she’s destined to bring them. She bathes in streams where only nymphs reside, steals into the city in the cloak of night and pilfers from the baker’s trash.

“When they said they sent my brother a wife,” a low, amused voice says too close behind her one night, “I had not expected a begger.”

She whirls around, hard bread clenched tight in front of her, an incredibly inefficient shield. Her breath catches in her throat when she sees him, dark and tall and eyes like the night sky. He looks like Hermes. Like her. “Who are you?” she demands. They’re in an alley corner, and of her gifts flight is not among them. She’ll have to fight him to get away.

She’s not afraid of him. Maybe another mortal would be, cornered in the middle of the night by a man she doesn’t know. But she’s no normal mortal woman, and besides – he has something comforting about him, like the hearthfire attended by Hestia. Something warm.

“I am Prometheus,” says the man, and no wonder he reminds her of fire. “What do they call you?”

“You are meant to be in the deepest pits of Hades’s realm,” she snaps, and shifts her grip on the stale bread so that she can throw it at him. He’s the whole reason she’s here to begin with, him and his thievery.

He shrugs and walks closer to her, watching her like one would watch a wild animal. Good. Here, in this dark alley where no one would find a cooling body until morning, it is he that should be afraid. “Gods forget,” he says, “and Hades had grown cold in his place beneath the earth.”

She pauses, considers. “You stole fire for Hades?”

“No,” he corrects, “I stole fire for the people. But Hades benefited as well. Enough that he was willing to forget the terms of my punishment.”

“What do you want?” she asks for the second time. “Why are you here?”

He stops, too close to her, “The question is why are you here?”

She steps into his space now, following him as he backs away from her, “I am here because of you, fire-stealer, because gods may forget but they do not forgive, and I am the punishment they have unleashed upon the world.”

“What a punishment you are,” he says, looking at her lips, and she forgets to hate him only long enough to kiss him.

~

Hermes watches her, watches them. He doesn’t know Zeus’s plan, if this is part of it or not, but he watches her, and he worries. He thinks it is, he can see Aphrodite’s magic clinging to Pandora, but he doesn’t know why.

He would go to his mother, but she’s always difficult to find, Gaea preferring to live in streams and rivers rather than face the man she bore a son for. But his mother’s father, on the other hand, is always in the same place.

“Grandfather,” Hermes greets, touching lightly down onto the earth, “How are you?”

“How am I always, boy?” Atlas grunts out, legs and arms straining as he holds up the sky above the earth. “Tired.”

Hermes lips quirk up the corners. Some days, he thinks he’s more Atlas’s grandson than he’s Zeus’s son. “I need some advice, Grandfather.”

Atlas raises an eyebrow, “I’m listening.”

So Hermes tells him everything, from beginning to end, because he can’t figure out what his father’s plan is, but Atlas might. He’s known the man for longer, at least.

Atlas nods, slow, and says, “A bride of gods, a gifted child. I can think of only one reason to create such a child.” Hermes waits. Atlas sighs and says, “There is a jar, within Olympus, that becomes sealed when it leaves the realm of the gods. After that, only a being neither mortal nor celestial may open it.”

“What are they planning to put inside?” Hermes demands, heart spiking. What are they planning to unleash upon the unsuspecting earth?

His grandfather smirks, “It doesn’t matter. What matters is this – what are you going to put inside?”

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Requests: “Could you do an imagine where the reader is also a witch and with Kai. Just after he died the reader found out she was pregnant. She had twins (whatever genders). When Kai came back in the latest episode, Damon calls her to tell her that he’s back when him and Kai are in the car and Kai hears the twins in the background (maybe they call her mom or something and he knows she’s their mother). Then the reader brings the twins to see him? Thanks xx” (Credits to gif owners!)

“You guys be good, Damon is calling.” Y/N gave a stern look to her son who was about to tackle his sister. The twins stopped, nodded and sat on the floor together to watch cartoons. The ringing phone reminded Y/N that she had to answer soon or else it would go straight to voicemail. Lately when Damon called it was important. She gave it a second after pressing the answer button, “Hello?”

Damon was in the car. She knew that much. A window was down and there was heavy breathing. “Y/N!” She knew the vampire was smiling. “How is my favorite…household?” Y/N wiped her forehead. What? “Uh look, you don’t have to answer that.” He was struggling. “Can uh…can you stop by my place? Say, ten minutes?”

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As part of the Nexus 2.0 Challenge within Heroes of the Storm, Overwatch players can also win some new skins!

  • Week 1 (Current): You can win the Oni Genji skin if you didn’t get the chance to do so during the last Nexus Challenge.
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You only need to complete 5 games with a friend for either skin and you don’t have to even win them. So long as you play those games with a friend and complete them, the skins are as good as yours. 

You can see the skins and other goodies you can win in the video below:

playing games || theo raeken ft. scott mccall

description: in which you convince your boyfriend to let you play with an alpha

warnings: m/f/m threesome, slight daddy kink, overstimulation, biting, oral (male on female, female on male)

notes: just so y’all know, theo n scott are bi/pan as fuck in this and totally into each other. sceo is REAL.

“He’s pretty. I wanna play with him.”

Despite the deafening volume of the music, the sound of heartbeats and bodies clashing together, the noise of voices and clatter of overfilled shot glasses knocking against the bar, Theo caught the words you spoke. 

He was right beside you, arm slung loosely around your waist as you leaned against him, eyes scanning the crowd of sweaty bodies meshing together. Theo nuzzled your neck, still eyeing the sea of people. 

“Which one? Almost all of them are pretty.”

“You know which one. That pretty little Alpha over there. The only Alpha in the whole building, duh.”

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exhausting

A/N: Woo, first Taehyung imagine. I hope it’s okay. I guess I’ll start writing imagines for the members, so if you want to send in requests, feel free to do so! also, i know tae would never act like this, but for the sake of the story, that’s how his characterization is.

genre: angst

member: taehyung (v)

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“God, it’s just so exhausting being your friend.”


Originally posted by pangguk


You pursed your lips as you watched Taehyung type away on his phone. You were laying down on the couch, your head resting on Taehyung’s shoulder. He paid you no mind and didn’t even bother to pretend to be interested in the movie that was playing.

“Taetae,” you whined. He hummed quietly, not really focusing. “What are you doing?”

“Hm,” he answered, shifting to rest his elbow on the arm of the couch and effectively dislodging your head from his shoulder. Your chest felt tight and you bit your tongue to keep yourself from commenting on anything. “Hyung texted me. He says they’re stopping to get ice cream on the way back. I’m gonna go, so I’ll see you later.” He barely even looked at you as he stood from the couch.

You bit your lip and sat up. “Oh, ice cream? I’ve kinda been craving it, could I—”

“Um, this is really just a members-only type of thing,” he replied quickly. You slumped on the couch as you watched him put his shoes on by the door.

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pairing: reader x park jimin
themes: smut / pwp 
warning! → graphic sexual content
word count: 1.5k
summary: you’re unknowingly cast in the starring role of jimin’s latest sexual fantasy; that he penitently indulges in during his routine late night shower.

( a/n: yes, the rumours are true, i literally wrote an entire piece of pure filth drabble at 2am that is nothing but jimin jacking off in the shower. )

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I’m beyond rational thought. Beyond words, beyond comprehensible ideas. Seconds are merging into minutes and hearts are collapsing and hands are grasping and I’ve tripped over a planet and I don’t know anything anymore, I don’t know anything because nothing will ever be able to compare to this. Nothing will ever capture the way I’m feeling right now. Nothing matters anymore. Nothing but this moment and his mouth on my body, his hands on my skin, his kisses in brand-new places making me absolutely, certifiably insane. I cry out and cling to him, dying and somehow being brought back to life in the same moment, the same breath.

spock’s freckles appear when he’s seven years old and out in the vulcan sun too much and his mother catches him trying to scrub off the faint green dots one night, because he hates them he hates them can’t she see how human they make him look; when he’s twelve he learns, to his horror, that they now shimmer when his face flushes, the boys who spit it at him holding him pressed up against a wall but he just turns away because he’s already learned to not fight back; no one dares to say anything to him about them at the academy, but he can feel their eyes glancing over the light spots on his skin like a brand, just one more thing to alienate him from both of the cultures he tries to claim as his own; but it’s later, much later, when he’s first officer, when he’s laying in jim kirk’s arms and being told “you have a galaxy spread over your cheeks, so beautiful, you’re so beautiful” and soft lips are on his bare shoulder, that he finally thinks that maybe, just maybe, its okay to be different for once

Spies & Secret Agents Larry Fic Rec

Because everyone needs some action in their lives: 

never gonna dance again by togetherwecouldbealright:

Summary: Harry is quiet for a moment and his fingers feel like they’re burning past the fabric of Louis’ jumper, branding his skin. “Can I kiss you?“

This is where Louis should walk away and leave Harry to pirouette and cambré by himself in the faint moonlight shining through the windows. He is a spy and Harry is a dancer. There are lines that should not be crossed.

Louis surges forward.

Louis is a spy and Harry is a dancer. The only real thing they know is each other.

my heart, in deadly rhythm by impetuous:

Summary: There exists somewhere a very, very small list containing the names of people who don’t want Louis Tomlinson dead. Harry Styles may or may not be one of those people.

(or a Spies!AU in which Liam is the Wade to Louis’ Kim Possible, Zayn seduces people for intel, Niall is an expert at blowing things up, and Harry is more than a bit famous in his particular field… or infamous, actually. And Louis? Well, Louis just wishes people would quit trying so bloody hard to kill him all the time.)

I’ll Throw Away My Faith (Just To Keep You Safe) by theboyfriendstagram:

Summary: AU. Harry Styles is an MI6 agent on a mission to find out who’s planning on killing the Prime Minister. Louis Tomlinson is a wanted professional assassin, hired by the MI6 to kill whoever wants to kill the Prime Minister. Louis doesn’t do relationships but he does Harry. Featuring Niall as their handler, Liam as Harry’s boss and Zayn as his sidekick.

Where You Go, I Go by onedirectionrody:

Summary: “Agent Cowell yelled, ‘Remember, lads this is a sacred relationship. Spies and their handlers must be closer than most spouses to survive.’

Which, like, that would be okay, except Harry was staring directly at the boy he fucked in the toilets at the club the night before.”

In which Harry and Louis are secret agent partners who probably shouldn’t fall in love.

The title’s a line from Skyfall, by Adele. The story, otherwise, has very little to do with Bond.

When Worlds Collide and Days are Dark by darkmarkburning, staybeautiful:

Summary: It’s Harry’s job to investigate and stop any threats to National and International security as MI6’s top operative, which in this case, might just be Louis, over glorified Personal Assistant / Ministerial Diary Secretary to the Prime Minister, no matter how blue his eyes are or what his tight pants might do to Harry. With Harry as James Bond, Louis as his Bond Girl, Liam as M, Niall as Moneypenny, and Zayn as Q.

The Things You Hide by LiveLaughLoveLarry:

Summary: Louis has been an MI6 agent for four years. Now he wants out. Unfortunately, his superiors have other ideas. Their solution: a ‘mission’ in the Greek Islands, one that’s more vacation than actual work.

Harry is an avid photographer who shows him around the area. He’s open and carefree and everything that Louis wishes he could be.

Along the way they fall in love, and maybe Louis learns a little about love, a little about lies, and a whole lot the meaning of home.

Too good to be bad by Tita:

Summary: “You’ll never guess who’s here,” Louis rushes out, knowing very well that this is not how it’s supposed to go.

“Louis, we should focus on the mission.”

“I know, but it’s Harry, Li.”

Liam falters for a second. “Training camp, sexual awakening Harry?”

Or: Two spies, one mission, zero things left in common between them.

Shoot First, Fall in Love Later by how_about_no:

Summary: “I’m gunna go wash this blood off me.” Harry declares before getting up and heading into the en-suite.

“Does he scare any of you?” Niall asks with a faux shiver.

“Adorable yet deadly,” Zayn laments before smiling at Niall, “J'adore ça.”
Niall snorts and Louis really wishes he knew French.

Or the one where Louis is a dick with feelings, Harry is sweet but secretly a bad ass, Niall loves everything to a point, Liam is a computer nerd, and Zayn speaks french when he’s emotional.

Into the Badlands by midnightsurge:

Summary: “007, need I remind you that this was meant to be a covert operation?” he snapped through the mic. He waved away one of his minions when he was approached, unwilling to suffer any sort of attention deficit that could possibly result in the near annihilation of a very small country by one of his very, very stupid double-oh agents.

“Q, you wound me,” came the cheery voice over the speakers, gunshots sounding in the background. “Of course I listen when you tell me what my missions are.”

“Covert, 007, covert. Shall I bring you a dictionary so that you may look up the definition of the bloody word covert?!” he nearly shrieked as another explosion rocked through monitor.007 giggled. 

“You sound angry; have you been doing those relaxation exercises I showed you last time? They’ll do wonders for your elevated stress levels.”

OrLouis is Q. Harry is a double-oh agent who thinks that making knock-knock jokes around foreign embassy delegates mid-mission is a good idea.

You Only Live Twice (hope the second bullet doesn’t kill you) by trailsofpaper (Sanwall):

Summary: Agent Louis Austin of the MI6 is reported missing, presumed dead, after a failed hit on one Harry Styles. The rumours of his death are highly exaggerated however, and when Louis’ former colleague Liam Payne needs Louis to help him with an unsanctioned mission, well. Let’s say 'no’ isn’t an option.

Too bad this mission involves none other than Harry Styles.

(or the James Bond AU no one asked for)Series

You Are In Love - 270k, Chaptered

The one where there’s late night coffee runs with deep conversations, lots of frat parties with cute frat boys, TV show references, numerous social network interactions, first kisses in the rain and a slow burn love story between two unlikely people.

Soft Hands, Fast Feet, Can’t Lose - 112k, Chaptered

American Uni AU. Harry Styles is a frat boy football star from the wealthy Styles Family athletic dynasty. A celebrity among football fans, he knows how to play, he knows how to party, and he knows how to fuck (all of which is well known among his legion of admirers).

Louis Tomlinson is a student and an athlete, but his similarities to Harry end there. Intelligent, focused, independent, and completely uninterested in Harry’s charms, Louis is an anomaly in a world ruled by football.

A bet about the pair, who might be more similar than they originally thought, brings them together. Shakespeare, ballet, Disney, football, library chats, running, accidental spooning, Daredevil and Domino’s Pizza all blend into one big friendship Frappucino, but who will win in the end?

Run Away Home - 106k, Chaptered

Louis stands, in the middle of a clearing with his hands in his pockets, and stares. This boy—God, this gorgeous, gorgeous boy. He seems so clumsy, confused at the best of times, but there’s a wisdom about him as he speaks, a maturity that belies his age.

Louis is hopelessly, wildly attracted to him.

or, louis is a successful jockey down on his luck, struggling to get his life back on track after an injury. harry has a horse, a house fit for a prince, and a broken heart.

it takes them a while to figure out that they need each other.

To The Ends Of The Earth - 55k, One Shot

During a yearlong hiatus, Louis visits Harry at his cabin in Idaho, where long-buried feelings ignite like the fire keeping them warm.

Never Gonna Dance Again - 55k, One Shot

Harry is quiet for a moment and his fingers feel like they’re burning past the fabric of Louis’ jumper, branding his skin. “Can I kiss you?“

This is where Louis should walk away and leave Harry to pirouette and cambré by himself in the faint moonlight shining through the windows. He is a spy and Harry is a dancer. There are lines that should not be crossed.

Louis surges forward.

Louis is a spy and Harry is a dancer. The only real thing they know is each other.

Oh Glory - 21k, One Shot

Tomlinson looks Liam over, tilting his head. “Are you a swimmer as well?”

“Yeah,” Liam says, a little cautiously. Harry wonders if it’s Tomlinson’s fame or the unimpressed eyebrow that’s making Liam wary. “Distance, I’m doing the 1500m. Harry here’s a sprinter.”

“Ah,” says Tomlinson, turning his glinting eyes back to Harry. “So you’re not an endurance man.” A beat passes, and his grin grows, wide and filthy. "Shame.”

Harry Styles is Team Great Britain’s newest swimmer, and has spent his whole life training for this moment, a chance at the gold medal in the Rio 2016 Olympics. All his training, hard work, and dedication to no distractions is tested when he’s assigned to the same Rio apartment as Louis Tomlinson, British gymnast and Harry’s childhood crush.

Naked & Proud - 18k, One Shot

The town itself is tiny, as evidenced by the ten minutes it’s taken Louis to drive the entire thing. There’s not a single recognisable brand in sight—no Tesco or McDonald’s or even a bloody Starbucks. Lining the streets instead are mom and pop stores with names like ‘Jerry’s Burgers’ and ‘The Market Basket’ and…

“'Naked & Proud?‘” Louis almost slams on the brakes at the outlandish sign, the name written in a seemingly innocent font, words curved around a large cartoon peach. He can’t help turning into the carpark, easing the car into a spot next to a beat up truck.

He isn’t sure what to make of it. Surely it isn’t a strip joint or sex shop, not with the families and little old ladies going in and out of the establishment. Some kind of nudist hangout, perhaps?

And, oh, God. Did Louis’ mother accidentally send him to live in a nudist colony?

In which Harry runs an organic store, not a nudist colony, and Louis doesn’t know whether to be relieved or disappointed.