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Soulmate AU

The first time one of your soulmates touches you, they leave a streak of color on your skin.

Mostly it’s not a problem—if two Marines leave a mark on each other, they’ll be harassed by the other guys, but everyone gets that soulmarks are platonic more often than not. And it happens pretty regularly–these guys are close, they know each other inside and out. Everyone in Brad’s humvee has a sunshine yellow wash of color from Walt, half the platoon has Rudy’s lavender.

The more intense marks, though, are different. DADT is still a thing, and it’s always heavily implied that weak marks are acceptable, even expected, but real soulmates? The strong, saturated marks? Are not.

And if two men are soulmates, the Marine Corps has very strong opinions. Opinions that involve not serving together.

So.

On a lighter note, soulmarks are a really common source of shitty jokes

Bravo drags Poke mercilessly over the magenta handprint that wraps around his wrist. They call it a handcuff, he calls it his wedding ring.

And everyone has a theory on the intensely saturated color that covers Ray’s palm, so strong that there’s no hint of the color of his skin underneath, like he dipped his palm in molten metal.

Ray always claims it’s from Trombley’s mom, and Brad always jumps in, saying there’s some poor livestock back in Missouri with Ray’s greasy mark on it.

And he covers it well, they both do, but they both know where that steely blue-gray color came from, because Brad has a warm yellow-orange handprint on his shoulder, fingers spread so wide it almost looks like a star, the color so strong it almost glows.

(it happens in the motor pool, it’s late and dark and still so hot, Brad’s missing his shirt and they’re both trying to get this Humvee ready for war, but it’s late and Brad is anxious in the way he gets where he clenches his jaw and his knuckles go white around the mallet he’s holding, and Ray drops into a crouch beside him and a split second before skin meets skin, they both know, they know)

Brad hides the mark painstakingly, never taking off his shirt, being so, so careful.

He can’t go into war without his RTO.

hey everyone! sorry to break it to you, but this is only a follow forever for my current mutuals. i DO wish that i could include everybody but tumblr is an asshole and for some reason won’t let me. so, maybe next time! but anyways, thanks to all of you who i do follow and to those that follow me but i’m a picky asshole and haven’t followed you back. hope you don’t mind! i’m so so happy that i remade my blog because it’s like the fresh start that i seriously needed to get away from all of the bad shit, toxicity and negativity on my old blog. even if it was there for five years, i’d rather enjoy my time on here than have so many followers or whatever. so, anywho, you’re all so amazing, thank you! here is the first follow forever on this blog and i hope to make many many more for different occasions. oh, i also almost have 300 followers on here already, so that’s pretty cool! thanks dudes.

to those who were not included, check out my blogroll!

# - @2d-alien

A - @abigailmarstons @aemlielacroix @aerospark @ashagreyjcys @aijack @alilstair @alistair-theirin @alloysobeck @anglaziegler @apocalypselesbian @arsuf @attonrad

B - @bagumbus @bi-bee @billielvrk @bioinshook @biostrange @bioterroristvandalism @bisexualjavi @blackasacrow @blazing-gigs @bloodysworrds @blurrysleeps @blvckjupiter @bonechrms @boristhepineapple @buckycap @busysleeping

C - @captainightingale @carjaaloy @cassidycaravan @chaseprice @chloe-the-scary-punk-ghost @chuckhansen @constantines @corvosblink @cursedcourier

D - @delzinrowe @dilexits @drunkenvvhalers

E - @eccentricwearsgoggles @elenafishher @elizabooze @ellie-miller-williams @elliewilliams @ellie-williams @elliewilliamss @emilykldwins @evilwvergil @eyebandages

F - @femsheped @fetch-walker @flopnia @flordewitt @freydiis @friendly-neighborhood-hufflepuff

G - @gamingmakesmehigh @garagepalaces @gavinodooley @gerard-butler @glassrunner @glennysrhee @greeneggsandgay @grizzlybara @gwen-stacies

H - @hanaessong @hanahsong @harryflynns @hawkebela @heartfulloffandoms @hero-of-pixels @hero-of-salmon-bay @hilariesjeffrey @hollowvergil @humanbiotic @hunt-trophy-hunters

I - @iheartlost @itsthelastofus

J - @jacbsfrye @jamiezepedart @javiergarcla @jjulikidman @joelmiller @johneigh @jordzthelord @jynsandors

K - @kaldwen @karolina-dean @katebichop @keelah @keyuni @kirkwallshero @kirsctein @kiwixiu @kiysumi @kkarnaca @kurusukitagawas

L - @lastofvs @lesbiyawn @letsdewitt @liamstewarrt @lightaya @lois-lane @lorigrimes @lottiepersonn

M - @maegnus @magicamina @marqotrobbie @maxbegone @maxcatfield @maxinecaulfield @mccre @mechpilot @mercysblaster @mikes-wheeler @misterfontaine @mothraya

N - @nanosboost @nathanspresctt @nethandrake @niinarosario @noxcitia @nykoload

O - @oblivios @oceanellie

P - @pathflnder @poison-siren @pressanybutton @prompt-0 @pun-kelman

Q - @quxxnkathryn

R - @rachelchloe @radiohysteriaaa @rennoftheraven-clan @reyskvwalker @reyesvdal @ricksmichonne @ride-0r-die @rxder

S - @sarabeaarr @seattle138 @serconos @shadestep @shivathequeen @silverseasofsummer @sommmbra @stanseb @stardvsts @storymodes @ssubject-delta @sunlitthrone @survivedawn @sweet-pea-clementine @symmetra

T - @taakotaccco @tealbloods @thefallingash @theghostbeaters @thiefs-end @thesamym @thewitchofthewilds @thievesintime @tikiere @tombralder @tracerism @trevorphilips @t-wnpks @tylerperryfightclub

U - @uponmytoes

V - @valkyriescreed @victoria-krueger @vindasity @vindicia @vixenvibe

W - @whoa-nelly @williamsellie

X - @xelliewilliams

Y - @youplayedmeout

anonymous asked:

Number 22 for Jasper please! I would love if it is in an AU but it is not necessary. Thank you xxx

anonymous said: Jasper 4?

anonymous said: 20 22 pleeasssee

(no longer taking requests for this particular challenge, sorry!)


things you said after it was over | things you said over the phone | things you said that i wasn’t meant to hear

When she heard his voice, Piper almost dropped her phone. She fumbled it and by the time she had it righted and pressed to her ear again, she’d missed half the message.

“- hope you’re doing well, I just wanted to check in. I’ve already said that. Shit, I’m repeating myself. I just… Call me. I’d really like to talk to you. Please, Piper. I miss you.”

The message ended and the automated voicemail voice took over. Piper hung up and stared at the phone, clearly offended.

“What was that?” Annabeth asked without looking up from her essay.

Piper didn’t answer for a moment, fighting the bile she could feel rising up the back of her throat. Well, okay, it might have been tears. Whatever it was, she tried to ignore it, swallowing thickly and forcing herself to reply to her roommate. “Jason.”

Annabeth sat straight up, fingers stilling on her keyboard. “He called you?”

Piper nodded, biting her thumbnail. The roof of their tiny little dorm room was suddenly fascinating to her.

“When?” Annabeth asked.

“When I was in class,” she replied evenly, still looking straight up.

Annabeth bit out a particularly inventive curse word and shut her laptop before swinging her legs over the edge of her bed. Piper didn’t move as she took the two steps needed to close the distance between them and enveloped her in a tight hug. “I’m sorry, Pipes.”

Piper shrugged and made a noncommittal sound, something that might have been ‘don’t worry about it’, or, ‘if you let me go I’m going to collapse’.

“What do you want to do?” Annabeth questioned, pulling back but keeping her hands on Piper’s shoulders. “Do you want to delete it? Call him back? Do you want me to call him back, find out what he wants, and then tell him never to call again or I’ll kill him?”

Piper laughed despite herself. “I don’t know what I want to do.”

“Sleep on it, maybe?” Annabeth suggested.

“Yeah, I’ll just leave it for a bit. And decide in the morning.”

Annabeth didn’t look happy, but she nodded. “Okay, good game plan. Wanna go steal junk food from Percy and watch Legally Blonde?”

Piper sniffled once and nodded, but then said, “Actually, would you mind stealing the junk food and I’ll stay here and get the movie set up?”

Her roommate obviously saw straight through her casual tone, but she didn’t press it. “Sure. You get it ready and I’ll be right back with all the best candy. I’ll grab popcorn, too.”

“Thanks.” Piper smiled weakly as Annabeth left the room.

As soon as the door shut, she threw her phone into her pillow with all the force she could muster, and pressed the heels of her palms into her eyes until she didn’t feel like crying anymore.

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anonymous asked:

Can you write a fanfic of Nesta on her period? But like her cramps are super bad and make her nauseous and have it be kinda awkward but Cassian takes care of her!! That would be so cute!! And it could be rated whatever!

Here you go anon~! Enjoy the fluffy moments of Cassian tending to Nesta in a…variety of ways!

“And as your mate,” Cassian gently removed her hands away from her face. “I’m supposed to take care of you. I don’t care what they say. If I had to walk all around Velaris asking for advice on how to help my mate with her cramps then I would do so.”

“Mother forbid if you did that I promise you Cassian that you’ll bleeding more than what I am right now!” Nesta gripped his hands tight and stared him down.

Read on AO3 | TAGS: fluff, comfort, Cassian helps Nesta battle Mother Nature

Cassian had heard soldiers emit varying sounds of pain when they were wounded in combat. But never had he heard anything quite like noises on the other side of the close bedroom door. Or at least he never knew that a female’s monthly bleeding could be that painful.

He knew Nesta. She was a fighter who didn’t even shed a tear when sprained her wrist or broke her foot in different circumstances of combat. Nesta was not one to show pain. Cassian could only imagine how unpleasant her monthly was if she had confined herself to their bedroom and refused to move from the covers unless absolutely necessary.

Cassian was not naïve to the workings of what happened when a female went through that time of the month. It was a bloody process that made even most of his soldiers wonder how a female could release that much blood and still go about her day.

What concerned Cassian was that Nesta’s cycles had never been so intense that she pleaded with him to leave her be.

As if he could abandon her in a time of need? His mate was in pain and he would be ashamed of himself if he simply left her cooped up in that room with no relief.

Which is why Cassian had gone out into different locations in Velaris to pick up supplies. His steps were soft so as not to disturb Nesta if she was asleep. For the past two days she had attempted to nap most of the day away, yet the discomfort kept her from doing so.

He quickly brewed peppermint tea as cooked a small portion of salmon with celery and a few pieces of dark chocolate as dessert. All were food remedies for cramps.

Cassian halted outside the bedroom door with his arm carrying a tray of what he knew would be useful to help his mate. He cringed as whimper drifted out to the hall.

Slowly he cracked the door open and walked inside. Nesta was awake and keeping as still as possible to avoid the jabbing pain that occurred with the faintest of movements. Even her stomach was starting to feel nauseous.

“Sweetheart,” Cassian went to sit at the foot of the bed. He steadied the tray on his lap.

“Go away,” Nesta mumbled. Her eyes were clamped shut and her breathing was even save for the few hitches of breath when a cramp occurred.

“Now how can I do that when you’re obviously in a…delicate position?” Cassian said.

“Don’t even start teasing me,” Nesta put and arm over her eyes. “Can’t you just leave me be to my suffering?”

“Absolutely not,” Cassian deadpanned. “It’s my job to help you feel better. What kind of a mate would I be if I didn’t?”

Nesta remained silent. Hoping that he would walk out that door and let her get through this without the embarrassment of him seeing her in such a state. To think that she had fought with strained ligaments and various other injuries at the Illyrian camps, but her monthly was thing that made her confined to the bed.

It was ridiculous.

And of course Cassian wouldn’t leave their home so that she could deal with it herself. Making this whole ordeal even that much more awkward.

Even Cassian had a slightly nervous look on his face though he did well to mask it. He knew what monthly cycles were, yet he didn’t know about the finer details.

Yesterday Nesta was mortified when he claimed that she was earning her “red badge of courage” again for this month and that the “red moon” had arrived.

She practically tossed half the pillows at him before he retreated out the room in a fit of chuckles. His teasing mood quickly vanished when he realized that this month was far different from the others.

And now Nesta couldn’t even nudge him off the bed with her foot without a sharp pain in her lower back or stomach.

“Now I want you to eat this food,” Cassian moved closer as he cut the salmon up into bite size pieces. He then used a fork to pierce a wedge of the fish and-

Nesta blushed as he moved the fork in place to feed her himself.

“Cassian this is not necessary,” Nesta turned her head away. She was not a baby to be coddled.

“You’re not being coddled,” Cassian disagreed to her thoughts. “I am helping you. Now this meal is made with ingredients that lower cramps.”

“Really?” Nesta eyed the food. She was willing to try anything at this rate.

“I wouldn’t lie to you sweetheart,” Cassian smiled. “Now open wide so we can make you feel better.”

Slowly Nesta sat up with a curse falling from her mouth at the pain and begrudgingly let Cassian feed her the food he prepared. It tasted delicious. The salmon, celery and chocolate tasted delicious. No doubt due to Cassian’s cooking. Occasionally she would sip the tea he made as well.

“How do you know these will help?” Nesta questioned with curiosity seeping into her tone.

“A book of course,” Cassian replied setting the tray aside with an empty plate. “Went to the library and had to ask one of the librarians where I could find a book about this sort of situation.”

“You asked a stranger for a book about menstrual cycles?” Nesta hid her head in her hands and groaned. “Cassian people are going to know you didn’t get that book for yourself. They’re probably wondering why I can’t take care of it myself if my mate had to go out and find a book about it.”

“And as your mate,” Cassian gently removed her hands away from her face. “I’m supposed to take care of you. I don’t care what they say. If I had to walk all around Velaris asking for advice on how to help my mate with her cramps then I would do so.”

“Mother forbid if you did that I promise you Cassian that you’ll bleeding more than what I am right now!” Nesta gripped his hands tight and stared him down. She would make good on her threat. She didn’t doubt he would go onto the street right now and ask the first woman he saw.

“Well I had to learn more about this Nesta. And you know me,” Cassian smiled. “I am not one to go into a bloody battle unprepared.”

Nesta rolled her eyes at his joke.

“And now for the heated massage,” Cassian began rubbing his hands together.

“Excuse me?” Nesta said as Cassian pulled back the cover to reveal the bedclothes she still wore. “Cassian! What are you doing?”

He looked up at her in confusion. “I’m giving you a massage. This will to help in relaxation.” He placed his hands underneath the hem of her shirt and tenderly began moving his hands in languid motions on her lower abdomen. His warm skin and fingers immediately made Nesta go slack against the pillows.

He worked her muscles for so long that Nesta lost track of time. Slowly her cramps began to subside into a tolerable ache until eventually she felt nothing except Cassian’s skin against her own. And that was a pleasurable feeling.

Nesta moaned in content at having the first bit of pain relief in days. “Cassian that feels incredible.” Her eyes drifted closed against her will. “Please don’t stop.”

A brief chuckle rumbled in Cassian’s chest though he felt proud at having been able to alleviate his mate’s excruciating torment. Finally appeased with his effort Cassian leaned down and pressed the gentlest of kisses to his mate’s exposed stomach.

He felt Nesta’s fingers running through his dark hair that was undone from his usual leather band.

“Thank you Cassian,” Nesta breathed while using the bond to show her gratitude. The bond warmed on her end while Cassian was more than happy to reach through their connection and gladly give his own relieved thoughts in return.

“Anything for you sweetheart,” Cassian said. “Although there is one more remedy that we haven’t tried yet.”

“Really? And what’s that?” Nesta sounded sleepy and in truth felt that rest would come easy now that her cramps were temporarily gone.

Cassian moved to lie down on the bed next to his mate. His fingers stroked her cheek as he watched Nesta begin to fall asleep.

“Apparently orgasms can stop cramps,” Cassian shrugged as if it was common knowledge even though he just read about it in one of the borrowed books. Nesta blinked at him. Surprised that he knew that fact.

“Oh.” Nesta replied. “And you would help me do that?” She was more curious as to how he would respond more than anything.

“Why wouldn’t I? It’s not like I haven’t seen blood before.” Cassian pressed his lips to her forehead. “Besides if it helps you then that makes it all worth it. And of course the added benefit of sexual pleasure.” Cassian softly growled as his lips drifted down to hers in a kiss.

Nesta couldn’t contain the smile. “Maybe next time I have a cramp we can try it, but for now I would like to sleep.” A yawn escaped her as she snuggled into the crook of her mate’s arm and laid her head on his shoulder.

“Sweet dreams Nesta,” Cassian murmured against the hair atop of her head until she succumbed to a painless slumber. And soon Cassian followed as well.

Do you think Vax ever realizes the irony of it all? The true irony of his feelings for Keyleth?

He’s the bastard son of an elven ambassador. He’s a thief who fled court, because he couldn’t stand how coldly the nobility treated him.

And then he slowly ends up falling hopelessly in love with a literal princess who spent her sheltered upbringing in a figurative ivory tower.

Vax'ildan, clever and worldly rogue that he is, knows how to maneuver his way through the rich and powerful and can blend into high society without breaking a sweat, but is still considered a bastard with no noble standing. He could have been an incredible ambassador, like his father, if the world was more accepting or encouraging. He could have played the game of thrones with finesse but he was never given that chance because of the conditions of his birth and upbringing.

But Keyleth, the precious little druid girl with the golden heart of a lion, can’t pick up on social cues or talk her way out of even the most simple situations, but is an Ashari princess of royal blood. She’s been arrested for being awkward, but her father rules over an entire kingdom of magic users. She can’t lie to save her life, but she’s expected to prove herself a strong and steadfast leader of tribes that haven’t spoken to each other in over a decade.

Do you think it ever dawned on him that he’s a bastard who could have been a great ambassador, who’s now fallen in love with a princess struggling to lead?

Do you think Vax ever realizes the irony of his fleeing life at the royal elven court because it was too unloving toward a misfit half-elf, only to later find love in the form of a half-elven woman of royal birth?

Prompt: “Could we have a Chekov x reader where the bridge crew or just one of the main people catches them in an awkward situation and Chekov is all embarrassed but the reader thinks it’s funny?” - Anon

Word Count: 736

Author’s Note: Welp, live and learn. I realized that I was spelling, and pronouncing a certain Russian phrase completely wrong. Life imitating art? Anyway, for the purposes of this piece, I’m assuming that Sulu’s daughter is still named Demora in the AOS timeline. Also, I’m really bad at awkward situations, apparently, so we get whatever the hell happened here. Enjoy!

Cyrillic Key:  Боже мой - Bozhe moy - Oh my God.

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A small musical tattoo set for your sims! From left to right: songbird collar bone tattoo, treble clef musical notes upper left arm tattoo, artsy guitar back tattoo, abbey road lower left arm tattoo. They are all disabled for random, enabled for both male and female (though I only tested them on female, so idk), and should be bgc. The abbey road tattoo is the first one I made and a bit wonky, but I love the Beatles so much so it’s whatever. I hope you enjoy them!

Download here. Do whatever with them, just please don’t claim as your own.

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AKUSAI HURTS :: In which Saïx says hurtful remarks to others to make his own pain hurt less. { x }

Sora: Where's Kairi?
Saïx: Who knows? I expect she's catching up with her friend from the darkness.
Sora: What do you mean!?
Saïx: She doesn't need you anymore.

I did this because some comic covers got posted on a discord server and jokingly I decided to take on the task of redoing them with psychonauts characters. Unfortunately the picture is too big to post there so I have to put it here and then link it. Enjoy, whatever you call this.

oh, and the comic this is based from was called Psycho-naut. Fitting. 

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“If I’m right, they decided to use him as their guinea pig, probably for years now. They took someone who was already messed up and made it worse. They made him too fast, too strong; inhuman. They created a persona of a monster for him that alienated him from everyone and made him be their own pet assassin. If I’m right, their actions aided in years of abuse he’s been suffering because they thought they could play God.” 

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<Connie is looking at the photograph with an almost pained expression on her face. As she looks up at you, her grimace turns into a weak smile.>

“It really sticks with you, you know? All the media we consume, the people we encounter. Everybody grows and changes in their own way, you know? Me… I choose to let it change me for the better.”

AU where Killian gets sent to prep school, forced into ties and blazers and tennis lessons, because Liam’s dead and Da’s run off (again) and Mum’s family hasn’t yet decided which is worse: losing another grandson or admitting failure. 

(‘Losing’ Killian could refer to either his death or a life like his father’s - which is to say, full of debauchery and poverty.)

('Failure’ refers to having lost their daughter in marriage to a man such as Killian’s father. And then to death. But her death was far less of a blow than her marriage.) 

But the Barrie School for Boys is their last ditch attempt at 'saving’ him, as though he were a boy lost in the woods or a sinner in need of salvation. 

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