so my secrets have been revealed~*~*~

100 Dialogue Prompts: Part 4

It’s amazing to see how much we can create together, my amigos. Here’s part 4.

  1. “Look, I might be evil but even I have standards.”
  2. “Do your parents know you’re dating Death?” “No, I promised we wouldn’t get back together after he broke up with me the first time.”
  3. “Wait why am I naked and covered in cheese?”
  4. “Good god, that cake is fuckin stale and dry mate!!” “Just like how you are recently? Gee, thanks.”
  5. "There is always time for a high-five.”
  6. “Karen, what would ever posses you to find me here.”
  7. “Oh my god, put that man down! Come on, let’s go get you some REAL food.”
  8. “A demonic sugar glider?”
  9. “People always say they never thought they would be here but I absolutely did.”
  10. “And I thought I was a bit weird. But you! You are insane!”
  11. “So your hair knows kung-fu? Ha, that’s nothing! MY hair knows HAIR-ATE!” (You know, as in karate) (This used to be an insider between me and a friend…)
  12. “One day, darling, you and I are going to conquer the Universe not just our world.”
  13. “Did you seriously think they wouldn’t notice when their humans went missing?!”
  14. “Well, maybe next time you should consider that not everyone wants to be woken up at four in the morning by a- what IS that, anyway?!”
  15. “Now, how exactly did your foot get stuck in the barrel?”
  16. “I hope you realize what you’re doing. This forest never ends, you know that, right?”
  17. “You can’t just kill someone and then make it all better by saying sorry!”
  18. “Why the fuck is my cat levitating?!” “He said he wanted to feel what flying was”
  19. “You’re trying to tell me you killed three men…with a microphone?”
  20. “Hang on, are you a John Wick fan?”
  21. “IT’S TWO IN THE MORNING!” “And?” “ I have a strict no murder rule until eight. Call me then.”
  22. “I did realize you were going to be naked the whole time”
  23. “Ok, I understand you like animals, but you can’t just bring a tiger into the apparent without asking!”
  24. “I…I didn’t want you to find out like this. I’m so sorry.”
  26. “I gotta go, I left my toaster in the oven!
  27. "Why is there a gaggle of fancy buisness men on my front lawn?”
  28. “Can you please stop referring to me as ____! That’s not my name!” “Then what is?” “I don’t know!”
  29. *Sarcastic* “Yeah, sure. I won’t at all mind being your footslave.” “Oh, goody! I knew you’d agree!” “Wait, what?”
  30. “When are you going to give up on this whole ‘evil’ thing?” “When it stops being so much fun!”
  31. “You didnt say to KILL the man!” “WELL I DIDNT SAY NOT TOO”
  32. “Mum, Dad… I’m gay.” “That’s nice, honey, but now is not the right time!”
  33. “Take a look at your soul and consider your life choices! Oh wait, that’s right! You don’t fucking have a soul!” “Oh, god, just go drown in a bathtub of syrup why don’t ya?”
  34. “I kindly ask you to please quit making your heart stop. It’s creeping me out!” “So… Y-You were sleeping in a coffin” “Yeah I’m used to it” “Are you a vampire or what?! How can someone get used to sleep in a coffin?” “No I’m used to sleep I never said that I’m used to sleep in a freaking coffin!”
  35. “Darling I love you, more than I can ever express in words…. But please stop teaching chickens necromancy.”
  36. “I wanted to know why you stole souls, not your melodramatic backstory…”
  37. “I really wish that old white man would stop rubbing his nipples at me”
  38. “You know it is written: Do not summon Satan, right ?”
  39. “Look around, what is this?” “My room?” “No, this is pathetic.”
  40. “I’ve been a professor for 20 years, and yet still my greatest secret hasn’t been revealed–I can’t read.”
  41. “Our souls don’t belong in these 'human’ bodies, every one of us is implanted here from another galaxy, and this has been the case for a thousand years. No one knows what 'actual humans’ are like without us inhabiting them.”
  42. “Did you just create a portal in time and space to pull another version of yourself into this world so I have to deal with another annoying idiot?” “No but thanks for the idea.”
  43. “You’re bleeding?!” “Nah, I’m frolicing in a field of flowers - yes I’m bleeding!”
  44. “Let me get this straight. I tell you that I make a decent omelette and you somehow equate that to qualification for piloting a spaceship?”
  45. “It’s the weekend! Let’s hit the town! See a concert, redo our wardrobes, get high, start a crime ring, I don’t know.”
  46. “Keep running, you’ve only got 4HP!”
  47. “This is clearly your first time. Stop screaming already, you’ll wake the neighbors!”
  48. “Has anyone seen the outdoors?” “What the fuck is an outdoors?”
  49. “Why do I feel like this again, I thought we were done with this?”
  50. “Look, as much as I like to hang out with you, I’ve gotta go and save the earth. Toodles!”
  51. “Have you seen?… oh shit”
  52. “Two questions: one, how many matches do you have, and two, where do you keep your socks?”
  53. “Because fuck surveys, that’s why!”
  54. “Stop yelling out the window or the koalas will rip your face off!”
  55. “I guess when I heard 'Night of Debauchery’… I didn’t picture muffins on your pajamas.”
  56. “Honey, you can’t keep throwing people to the pit of pain and despair just because they don’t like choc mint ice cream.”
  57. “Oh, no honey, put that back…”
  58. “It’s going to be too late, you know. It’s always too late.”
  59. “Hey, so, uh… I’m in trouble…” “What did you do this time?” “I got stranded in Wales….. again…”
  60. “OK, but… how do we get the dog out of a hole in space in time exactly?”
  61. “Aren’t people supposed to grow instead of shrink ?”
  62. “Wait. You’re aroused?” “Why would that surprise you?” “It does on account of you being covered in blood. Wipe that smile off your face. You look like a cat in heat.”
  63. "I pay your taxes”
  64. “No, ____. We did not raise our hamster like this.”
  65. “You can’t run from your own shadow(s), what makes you think you can run from theirs?”
  66. “You adopted… a dog?” “Mate, that’s not a dog.”
  67. “And at this moment, he decided to punch himself in the face.” “Narrator, listen, I know you’ve been with me my whole life, but you’re a huge jerk.”
  68. “Why didn’t you tell me it was a portal BEFORE we ended up here?”
  69. “Is that…the Mona Lisa.” “…Yes…” “What did I say to you about stealing priceless artifacts!?” “…That I had to take you with me next time.” “Exactly!”
  70. “Yes, I agree, magic is pretty cool. But did you really have to use it for THIS?”
  71. “Despite the fact that was epic, you’re still suspended”
  72. “Chill, dad it’s not what you think it is!” “Well it looks like you’re making out with the demon your grandma banished to cellar…WHY IS HE IN YOUR ROOM?”
  73. “If you truly love me you’ll let me-OH FUCKING HELL DID YOU JUST STAB ME!?”
  74. “Spoon”
  75. “What began as a conflict over the transfer of consciousness from flesh to machines escalated into a war which has decimated a Million worlds.The ___ and the ___ have all but exhausted the the resources of a galaxy in their struggle for domination. Both sides, now crippled beyond repair, the remnants of their armies continue to battle on ravaged planets, their hatred fueled by over four thousand years of total war. This is a fight to the death. For each side, the only acceptable outcome is…“
  76. ”… I’m going back to bed. You brought it here, you can deal with the mammoth yourself.“
  77. "Is the food supposed to be moving?”
  78. “You mean to tell me that in the two minutes I was gone,  you bombed a minor country,  got married to a stripper,  and assassinated a world leader?!”
  79. “Is that a unicorn???? EATING MY BEEF JERKY?!”
  80. “Do I get to dream about you again tonight?”
  81. “Well now I have to change clothes AGAIN!”
  82. “All of this was because of a… OF A PLUSHIE?!” “Well…Yeah?” “Great, how are we going to get out of jail now?!”
  83. “So…you gonna tell me why my brother is upside down and why you’re wearing my purple thong?”
  84. “Did you really have to burn down another Cracker Barrel?”
  85. “Sir, that’s impossible, you can’t do that.” “IS THAT A FUCKING CHALLENGE?!?!”
  86. “We need to invade Portugal.” “…Sure, why not?”
  87. “Did you divide by zero?! YOU’RE GOING TO KILL US ALL”
  88. “Stand down, Milady, this is a matter between gentlemen with mustaches.”
  89. “Next time you get arrested I am NOT paying your bail” “That’s a lie and you know it.” “….”
  90. “I thought you were dead.” “So did I”
  91. “John dont flush the dog down the toilet”
  92. “What did I say again about resurrecting dictators??”
  93. “Cucumbers are NOT pets… what do you mean, you ate him??”
  94. “Are you and God seriously fighting right now? And what happened to Satan?”
  95. “Are ferrets supposed to be blue??”
  96. “I’m the protagonist? Well I guess that explains why I look like about a thousand other people.”
  97. “Why do I do this to myself?”
  98. “Stop eating your tortilla chips with ketchup. It’s unattractive.”
  99. “How do you eat an entire cheese wheel in one sitting?”
  100. “Why are God and Satan moving in with us?”

Let’s make one more ‘100 Dialogue Prompts’ list together. Leave a comment with your prompt below. Don’t forget the double quotes “”. And as always, only one prompt per amigo! Also, here is your random Dutch word of the day: pindakaas

anonymous asked:

this isn't relevant to anything but i want to confess to someone and you were the first person on my dash, so. i run a dnd campaign for my friends and they're having a great time, but i have a dark secret. i stole the plot of ice age, changed the premise slightly, and made it our campaign plot. my goal is to keep it going until we've played through the entire movie, then reveal my ruse. we've been playing for three months. nobody suspects a thing.

Ice age is 7 movies and shorts according to IMBD. Why stop while you have a good thing rolling.

Her Hero

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: You and Bucky run out of food and make a stop at the grocery store, but someone is about to change Bucky’s life and the way he thinks about himself.

Warnings: Mentions of sex and oral sex but if you blink you miss it. Pure Fluff like I think you may die.

Word Count: 817

Originally posted by anthvnystcrk

‘You okay, Buck?’ you asked as he started to open all of the cupboard doors, close them and reopen them like food was magically going to appear in them.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and tried to rationalise with himself, that he was over reacting. ’(Y/N), we have no food.’

You just laughed it off and skipped over to him. You ran your roamed over his bulky chest soothingly, calming him almost immediately once your hands entwined behind his neck. 'Baby, you need to calm down, you could have texted while I was out.’

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Oh boy. This is it. The final stretch.

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Sex Worker's Guide on Who to tell your Secret...

So very recently I had a somewhat close friend of mine reveal to me that she doesn’t support me in the SW industry, and clearly insinuated she judges me by my choice of what to do with my body. Even with years of experience, it still stung because it was personal.

Over the course of a few years, I’ve revealed to a handful of loved ones of my “alter ego” life. It took me experiences and mistakes to have a much better grasp of how to handle hiding this. Many times I’ve been in a really close bonding moment where I want to tell someone the truth but the truth is that MOST PEOPLE WILL JUDGE YOU.

I don’t care if these are people you went to elementary school with or family friends you’ve known your entire life. As with all things in life, don’t easily hand out personal grenades to others.

This is part of the territory that results in our high pay days. It’s a terrible and sad fact that this isn’t accepted by most people yet. It’s a sacrifice we make.

From my own observations and experiences, these are GENERALLY the types of people you refrain from telling regardless of how close you are:

1) A vanilla boyfriend. Just don’t. It WILL cause issues. He’s your boyfriend meaning that he wants you to ONLY be his. Run from any vanilla man that’s perfectly okay with his girlfriend being used by other men. Young ladies, listen to me on this. You’re still new so you haven’t figured out the brutal reality of this bullet point yet.

2) ANYONE religious. They might have the best of intentions but their values on the subject of sex does not and will never align with yours. Don’t think that you can change their views by blindsighting them and showing them their best friend is in the industry.

3) Anyone in anyway affiliated with Law Enforcement. It is a life shattering bomb waiting to explode. Don’t. Be. Stupid.

4) A girlfriend who has had jealousy issues with you in the last 3 years. She will not be moved or touched that you had to resort to this to survive. Her envy will get greener and greener…like the cash that’s pouring into your life.

5) A virgin. Until someone has been sexually active with at least a handful of partners in their life, their view of sex is a deluded trophy on a pedestal. They won’t respect that you are able to do it so casually when it’s still something intimate to them on every level.

6) Someone married. She/He WILL tell their spouse. They made a vow to share everything till death. What may seem like a personal, monumental secret to you is simply dinner topic for them.

7) The most important: Anyone whose been fortunate enough to never have any real bills and/or has a financial safety net (like their parents or relatives). Until someone has been in a situation where life TEACHES them that the world runs on MONEY and not some Disney-induced perception of purity, they will NEVER understand why it is that you’re doing what you do.

People that are generally okay to tell:

1) Other people currently in the industry. Less likely to throw stones when they also live in the same glass house.

2) Anyone who’s an extreme liberal. They have a different perception of values than the more conservative generations before us.

3) A sibling (generally a sister) that you know you can count on if you ever need to bail you out of anything.

4) A friend that happens to not be any of the 7 qualities and traits I listed in the first portion of this.

NOTE: As more of a safety precaution, try to refrain from telling anyone that you have no dirt on. It’s a good insurance policy to keep their mouth shut if you also have something. Unfortunately, this doesn’t guarantee they won’t be judge mental or other unpleasant reactions.

As you can see, the acceptable traits list is far less in content than the ones you don’t. As an experienced SW, take from my experience of trial and mistakes. You work in an industry based off of sin. Most people will not understand because they don’t have to. Be smart, get your money and get out. It’s nobody’s business what you do with your body.

In the event you did entrust someone who ended up undeserving of it because they’re judgement or jealous, just remember it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter if they call you a whore or that you’re fucked up because of a choice you made with the strength they don’t have. Many times the same people trying to preach to you are working minimum wage jobs, putting their family into debt for their own loans or bitching about how hard being an adult is.

Your are more than just this vessel people can “rent”. You are a person with values and the strength to sacrifice things in life to achieve goals and financial stability. Don’t let anyone undermine what you earn. Only YOU get to decide what’s right for you, what’s needed in YOUR life and what’s worth it.

You’re still that person with values. You still have morals. You still have the same level of purity. Your intimate moments are still just as precious.

Your character and soul is not determined by a service that does not harm others.

The Types as Shower Thoughts

ENFP: Dogs get taller when they sit 

INFP: I wish you could just record silence and then play it on loudspeakers on full blast to make the whole room quiet

ENFJ: Waffles are just pancakes with abs

INFJ: My way of flirting is looking at the person I’m attracted to and hoping they’re braver than I am

ENTP: Every machine is a smoke machine if you use it wrong enough 

INTP: It sucks if you’re smart enough to realize you’re not as smart as you want to be

ENTJ: The first thing you get after obtaining a bachelors degree is a sudden lack of respect for people with bachelors degrees

INTJ: It’s off-putting that ( ) ( ) isn’t a palindrome, yet ( ) ) ( is

ESFJ: Airports should have small movie theaters for layovers. They would make a killing

ISFJ: Who ever started the tradition of the groom not being allowed to be present while the bride shops for the wedding dress should be awarded a nobel peace prize

ESFP: It bothers me so much that there are so many songs I don’t know about that I might like so much

ISFP: If I were a ghost I’d barely haunt anyone. I’d spend my time in nature exploring jungles, caves, and oceans without the fear of dying

ISTJ: I’m a phenomenal secret-keeper because, deep down, I really don’t care about your shit enough to actually talk about it.

ESTJ: People who pee on the toilet seat walk among us every day and we don’t even know who they are

ISTP: Some women want their outfit to be noticed. As a male, I would prefer nobody noticing it so I can still wear it the next day

ESTP: Cinderella’s dress must have been very revealing if the prince looked at her all evening without being able to remember her face.

anonymous asked:

this isn't relevant to anything but i want to confess to someone and you were the first person on my dash, so. i run a dnd campaign for my friends and they're having a great time, but i have a dark secret. i stole the plot of ice age, changed the premise slightly, and made it our campaign plot. my goal is to keep it going until we've played through the entire movie, then reveal my ruse. we've been playing for three months. nobody suspects a thing.




Proving Dark is a Psychopath -How Darkiplier Has Manipulated Us All

This theory began after I read a post the other day that described Darkiplier as a manipulator and Anti as a psychopath. It got me thinking - were those really the correct words to describe them? Is Darkiplier not a psychopath himself? I took to google - not the evil one bet on world domination but the friendly computer search engine - and looked up the traits on a psychopath. I found this passage:

As I read and reread the passage, one thing was clear to me: The passage described Darkiplier perfectly. So I decided to dig a little deeper. I found a list of traits of the common psychopath and was able to connect all of them to the evil manipulator that the Markiplier fandom has grown to love. And so, as I go through my list- I now present to you my theory: Darkiplier is a psychopath. And not only that, but he has been manipulating us in a way that none of us could have imagined.

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Of Chibis and Usas

Summary: Leave it to Adrien to discover a little lost Chibi Usa at a convention- especially whilst dressed as Tuxedo Mask. 


If he hadn’t gotten lost, he might never have heard it.

As Adrien, fully clad in his Tuxedo Mask cosplay, rounded what must have been the eighteenth corner of the labyrinth masquerading as a convention centre, his ear pricked. At first the sound was so faint that he almost dismissed it, but he chose to follow his gut instead.

He was glad he did as, when he followed the sound, his instincts were proven correct.

In a tiny, obviously forgotten corner, far away from the crowds, was a girl so tiny that Adrien’s heart instantly shattered at the look of her. She was curled up into ball. Tucked as tight as she could, her wide eyes searching and frantic, her cheeks red and stained with tears and her pink wig askew, it was only when he took a better look that he realised who she was cosplaying.

Glancing around, Adrien felt at a loss when he realised he was the only person in the nearby vicinity, having strayed out of the main convention hall in order to find a bathroom and gotten lost on the way back.

“H-hi,” he tried, keeping his voice gentle. Making sure to keep his distance, in case he scared her, Adrien crouched down and faced the crying girl, who whimpered and buried her face into her lap as he approached. Adrien froze, not moving any further. “It’s alright. I won’t hurt you. Did you lose your mum or dad?”

The girl cried harder, but tilted her head back up to face him, and nodded.

Frowning, Adrien pulled out his phone. He was alone, in a quiet corner of a convention hall, with a little girl in distress. He needed help as much as he needed to help the girl find who she was with.

“You’re Chibi Usa aren’t you?” he asked, smiling as kindly as he could. The girl nodded again, her bright blue eyes reminding her so much of Marinette’s that it caught him off guard for a moment. “Hello Chibi Usa, I’m Tuxedo Mask! I’m going to try and help you!”

As if it would help him further, he pulled a fabric rose out from his pocket and offered it to the girl, who was now a lot calmer. He’d been given them periodically to Marinette throughout the convention, but he doubted she’d miss one, especially for a good cause.

“I know who you are,” the girl replied in a wobbly voice, sniffing as she took the rose from Adrien’s gloved hand. “You’re my Papa.”

Adrien froze for a moment, his face draining, before the girl giggled. “I didn’t mean it real life you know, I meant in the anime! Tuxedo Mask is Chibi Usa’s papa! Everyone knows that… but… my papa,” she trailed off here, her sudden calm crumbling away as her face scrunched up. “My papa… I don’t know- he’s- where he is- I don’t-”

“Hey, hey, hey!” Adrien shushed, waving his hands, his top hat almost falling off at the vigorous gestures he was making. “It’s ok. You know I know the real Sailor Moon. I’m going to text her right now to ask her to help you. But can you tell me your name, and your papa’s name? It’ll help Sailor Moon save the day!”

Once Adrien had her name he typed two quick texts to Marinette, and hoped he had enough of a signal on his phone for them to deliver.

Adrien: Hey Sailor Moon! Tuxedo Mask is lost with Chibi Usa somewhere outside the main hall. We’re in a corner and we need you to come and get us. Love mew! XxXxXx

Adrien: Ok but furr-realsies, there’s a little girl here dressed as Chibi Usa who’s lost her Papa. Can you grab a security guard or something? I promised her we’d help and I don’t want to leave her alone <3

“Oh! Good! The messages sent!” Adrien chirped, grinning at Carolane and settling against the wall beside her. “All we have to do now is wait.”

“Will Sailor Moon really find my papa?” she asked, tilting her head up at him as she fixed her wig, nervously fiddling with the pigtails and generally looking nervous. At least she wasn’t as distraught as before.

As if the universe was smiling down on them both, Adrien’s phone pinged a split second after she asked. Looking at his phone, he grinned, quickly changing Marinette’s contact name before showing Carolane the screen. With widened eyes, the small girl leaned close, her face lighting up in awe when she saw the text Adrien showed her.

Sailor Moon: Tell her to leave it to me! In the name of the moon I shall find her father! XxXxXx <3

“OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH! I’m going to meet Sailor Moon! Sailor Moon is going to find my papa!!!!” she squealed, all traces of despair gone, and Adrien forced down a laugh. Really, it was entirely too cute.

Fifteen minutes later, what looked like half of Paris’ security guards, along with a frantic looking man whom Adrien assumed was Carolone’s father, appeared around the corner. Carolane shrieked. Leaping to her feet, she ran towards her father at full speed and threw herself into his open arms. Adrien’s heart warmed at the sight of the reunited pair, but he frowned when he realised Marinette was nowhere in sight.

“Miss me?”

The yelp he made was very un-Tuxedo-Mask-like but, when he spun around, Marinette was standing there- a picture of perfection in her Sailor Moon cosplay. Recovering quickly, he smirked, bowing low. “I always miss you when you’re gone, my love.”

With that he gave her another fabric rose, and she arched an eyebrow at him. “That’s the eighth rose you’ve given me today. How many more do you have hidden in that cape? Or are you hiding them in your top hat?”

“As many as you want, my lady,” he replied, kissing her hand. “And I’d never reveal where I’m hiding them! That’s a surprise.”

“He’d hiding them in the inside bits of his jacket!”

Adrien’s face froze, the smirk wiped clean, and Marinette giggled. Taking the hand he’d been kissing, she covered her face with it instead and Adrien’s heart leapt at the sound. Before he realised who’d given away his secret, Marinette crouched down beside him to face Carolane (that traitor). “So, you’re the lost Chibi Usa huh? Your costume is really cute!” Marinette cooed, giving Carolane a friendly wave.

“I can’t thank you enough for helping me find her young lady,” Carolane’s father said, shaking her hand with fervour. He was a young man, no older the thirty, and had the tense countenance of someone who’d recently gone through something traumatic. He turned to Adrien, shaking his hand too. “And thank you for finding her- when I think what could have happened…”

Adrien shook his head. “Don’t mention it. We were happy to help.”

Carolone was busy staring at Marinette with stars in her eyes. The girls face slowly turned beetroot red as she stammered a response. “Th- thank you Sailor Moon! You’re so cool in the show! Especially when you beat the bad guys!”

“The trick is to always be brave and never, ever give up hope!” Marinette replied with a flourish. Watching the conversation from afar, Adrien was sure he was about to die from cuteness overload. It was too much for him to handle.

“I promise I’ll never, ever, EVER give up hope!” Carolane said, clenching her fists and nodding, even as her stomach growled.

Her father laughed ruffling her wig. “We should probably get you something to eat. Would you two like something? On me?”

“Oh thank you Monsieur, but we have places to go, other people to save you know?” Adrien replied, winking at Carolane, who giggled.

“What he means,” Marinette interjected with a roll of her eyes, “is we’re entering the cosplay competition so we have to get there soon. But thank you anyway. It was a pleasure to help.”

After they’d all said their goodbyes, with Carolane promising to come and watch them in the cosplay competition (“How can you not win?! You’re the REAL DEAL!”) Adrien wrapped his arms around Marinette’s waist and puller her so that her back was against his chest. Resting his chin on her shoulder, he nuzzled in close, kissing her neck. “I want one of those. They’re so cute!”

“Are you planning on making one now?” Marinette scoffed as he continued kissing her neck. “Because I think they’d disqualify us from the cosplay contest… and we’d probably be banned from all future conventions.”

“Fate is so cruel,” Adrien sighed, spinning her around at bopping her on the nose. “But seriously, what do you think of having our own Chibi Usa one day?”

Marinette thought for a moment, scrunching her nose in an adorable way that made him unable to resist the urge to kiss it, and a few of her freckles, until she was laughing and lightly pushing him away.

“A Chibi Usa sounds nice,” she said, lacing her fingers with his, “but for now, I suggest we stick to Luna.”

“I HEARD THAT!” Plagg yelled, floating out of Adrien’s pocket with a grumble, a crescent moon sticker on his head. “And get this stupid thing off me!”

Adrien burst out laughing.

“You’re right,” he replied, ignoring Plagg cursing beside him. “Luna is more than enough for the time being.”

This is a spiritual successor to @sarahcada​‘s Of Tuxedos and Masks- a totally amazing two-part story which you should go check out immediately! This was written as a gift for a summer exchange we were both part of ^O^

Secret Is OUT. Jake Is NOT a Ladies Man!!

Turns out Emma wasn’t kidding when she said she’d be revealing everyone’s secrets. First victim? Her ex-boyfriend, Jake. Who called this?!

How’d she do it? Basically, she put the following image up in Mr. Adam’s Art History class for everyone to see. I was lucky enough to have a source snap and scan a pic for me.

EMBARRASSING, right? This so so clearly points to the fact that Emma cheated on Jake. I have some theories about who this lil’ affair of hers could have been with plus more on my vlog (shameless, self promotion…). Go check it out HERE:

Fanfiction - Scalpel & Needle

@mary-waitforit-lou: Maybe a From Hate to Love au, at first they can’t stand each other and then…

I asked for prompts a few days back and immediately felt the need to write this one. It’s a classical trope that I feel can be quite interesting. I received a couple of other ideas, that are already in store - some are meant to go later into my existing works. Thank you for inspiring me!

Scalpel & Needle (Part I)

“I’d be bloody thankful if you didn’t come into my OR like some kind of unwanted saviour and start to order me around!” Claire snarled, ripping off her surgical cap, her curls exploding in the air after sudden liberation, her hair bobble tearing with an audible “pop!”. “I didn’t ask for your help!”

“The patient was crashing.” Jamie tried to explain, remaining eerily calm in spite of the angry woman facing him, looking like a rattlesnake ready to pounce. “Ye couldna possibly deal with all those bleeders. I thought a second pair of hands…”

“I already had a second surgeon!” She hissed, pointing at the frightened young resident who had sought refuge against the wall, clearly wishing to be swallowed by it – and away from the two galvanized surgeons. “I was in control, using the technique I prefer! But you decided to come and show off, like some goddam star!”

“I was only trying to help, lass.” He grunted, gripping his fists. His blue eyes were dark and dangerous, tumultuous seas waiting for ships to wreck on their waves. “It seems to me ye have a bit of a problem admitting when ye need help and it’s perfectly…”

“Oh, you bastard!” Claire roared, advancing to face him – even though he had the clear advantage of his imposing height. “Don’t you dare call me “lass”, as you do to the young nurses, melting them away to do your biding. Stop pretending you know the first thing about me! You just want to please the board, so they’ll give you the most challenging cases!”

“I couldna care less about the board, Doctor Beauchamp.” Jamie said through clenched teeth. “Ye should be thanking me that the patient isna heading to the morgue - instead ye’re yelling at me like a mad banshee, because I wounded yer pride.”

Claire’s cheeks were throbbing with heat, her chest constricted with a fury she couldn’t even begin to understand. She raised her index finger and poked him on the chest, wielding it like a dangerous dagger. “Stay the hell away from me and my OR, Fraser. I mean it!”

Mallaichte bas! Fine!” He roared, raising his hands in exasperation. “I won’t meddle again, as much as I think ye might need it. Ye blind woman, stubborn as a mule…” And he reverted to clipped Gaidhlig, grumbling in a low voice as he strode down the hallway.

“Claire!” She heard the voice of her friend, Geillis Duncan, gaping at her with her mouth noticeably ajar. Claire was panting, her vision almost blurred from anger, as she contemplated James Fraser retreating with a cold satisfaction. “What’s this ruckus all about? Is something amiss?”

“Just my esteemed colleague, James Fraser, being an insufferable prick.” She glared at the other people surrounding her, frozen in contemplation of the spectacle, silently warning them to return to their own business. “I really don’t know how someone can be as egocentric, misogynistic, smug…”

“Well, don’t hold anything back, darling.” Geillis laughed, gently pushing her by the arm to a nearby resting room. “Yer feud with the man is becoming legendary. There’s probably people placing money to bet on yer next fight.”

“Someone has to show him he’s not even half as impressive as he fancies himself to be.” Claire puffed, filling a glass with cold water from the machine in the corner and drinking it down.

“Most people think him charming, Claire.” The nurse pointed, sitting on the small couch – a myriad of unidentifiable stains garnishing the old fabric. “A verra capable surgeon, kind and concerned with his patients, humble but with a sharp mind, and a brilliant sense of humour.”

“Damn Geillis, don’t you hold anything back either.” She rolled her eyes in disbelief. “One would think you very enthralled by the man.”

“Everyone – well, every lass and probably John Grey too – kind of is.” The redheaded girl gave her a mischievous smile. “That is one hell of a ginger fox, Claire. How can ye not want to ride that…”

“That’s quite enough, thank you!” Claire hawked and tried to tame down her revolting hair with her fingertips. “I happen to be immune to whatever spell he has been casting around here.”

“I just don’t understand why ye hate him so much.” The nurse looked at her with studying eyes, slightly biting her index finger, her nails a gaudy shade of pink. “Are you trying to conceal the fact that ye actually find him attractive?” She said in a soft voice. “I know that after Frank it’s hard for ye to…”

“Don’t.” Claire said in a serious voice, the shadow of a smile gone from her face. “Don’t say that. This has nothing to do with Frank. I just don’t see what you see, that’s all.”

“Alright, I’ll let the subject go – for now.” Geillis stretched herself like a cat and grinned, preparing to resume her work. “Drinks tonight at Leoch’s?”

“Sure.” Claire nodded absentmindedly, already studying her next patient’s chart. “I’ll meet you there after I finish my colectomy.”

“Behave until then, ye hear me!” She warned Claire, leaving her alone to face another surgery.


Claire opened her locker, blood pulsing rapid inside her vessels, so much so she felt the tidal waves of blood on her temples. Like she had foresaw, a lonely envelope was there, a bit crumpled after being pushed through the small gap. With shaking hands and a smile of anticipation, she opened it.

“It has come to my attention that you had a rough day. I’m sorry to hear it. I thought I would make it a little better – but this time I’m borrowing the words of a wiser man.

«My struggle is harsh and I come back with eyes tired at times from having seen the unchanging earth,

But when your laughter enters it rises to the sky seeking me

And it opens for me all the doors of life.»

I hope to see it again soon. I shall miss your laughter every second you hide it away.

With l Yours,


It had started six months before. On a day when night had forgotten to go away, leaving everything immersed in shadows, rain pounding over the roof like a furious fist banging.

She had lost a patient that day. She recalled it vividly, because it had been the first since she had moved to Edinburgh. Not only that – it had been a young woman, with the same hopes and dreams that she had, heart broken into a million pieces but still hopeful. Losing her had been like losing a piece of herself, an entire world shattered away under the lights of the OR.

Claire accepted the sympathetic words of her colleagues, the gentle hands that touched her back, assuring her that not every battle was meant to be won. But she had lost – so brutally, so completely, so painfully. She walked to the locker room and bolted the door, allowed herself to cry on the floor, to sob until her heart had melted and gone away.

When she opened her locker to retrieve her things at the end of her shift, she had found a sketch there, pencil on paper like the tears on her cheeks. Someone drew a hand – elegant fingers with a thin wrist, which eerily reminded her of her own – holding a scalpel. And touching her palm underneath it, as if the fragile scalpel had been too heavy to hold on her own, a second hand helped her to hold it. The touching image – it had brought tears to Claire’s eyes – had been signed in a crooked handwriting. “Scalpel”.

The drawing had been on her nightstand since that day, a reminder that someone out there truly understood – knew – the loneliness of her work, the hardships she endured and how much she needed a presence to hold her when her strength failed her.

The second gift came a week after that – a pressed blue flower, perfectly preserved, clearly saved for quite some time between the pages of a book. Claire inhaled it, hungry for the perfume and words still trapped in it. A short note came with it – “Will you make a home for it with you? Scalpel”.

After a few weeks – time in which she had received poems, caricatures and photos of landscapes – she decided that her secret friend – for the mysterious person clearly meant to forge a relationship with her through those small tokens – deserved an answer.

She had scribbled it at home, sitting at her desk – the pressed flower next to her, on top of an organized pile of paper – and left it lodged on the door of her locker, where he’d certainly find it.

“Dear Scalpel,

I’m not sure why you think me deserving of such kind attentions, but I have to say you seem to read my mind! Not only I find everything you give me fascinating, but you seem to guess when I’ll need it the most. If someone ever told me I’d have a secret correspondent, I’d laugh and swear them insane. But in truth I find great solace in you and cherish every thought you spare me. Thank you for being a true friend – the more selfless kind.

Cla Needle

P.S. – Of course you know my real name, but it seems only fair that the both of us would have secret code names. I’ve been told to be sharp as one - and equally resourceful.”

And so their correspondence became two-sided. A week hadn’t gone by without a sign from him and Claire realized they were incredibly close – intimate, even. She had tried to suggest for them to meet and talk in the cafeteria – at least for him to reveal his name, so she could put a face on the person that meant so much to her. His answer had been concise and clear: “One day I’ll tell you everything. But not yet.”

Claire placed the note on her pocket, where her fingers could brush it – touching it, savouring it through the next hours. She headed for the pub to meet Geillis – blissfully unaware of Scalpel’s existence - wondering how one could be enamoured with a man made only of words on paper.

Hydrochloric Acid | Part 1 | PETER PARKER X READER

Description: After Peter accidentally reveals his secret superhero persona to the reader, events transpire throughout the week that get them sent to the principals office.

Author’s Note: It has been a hot minute since I wrote for Peter Parker but I’m back hoes! When I say that the idea for this fic has been in my head for months I’m not kidding in the slightest. This is gonna have multiple parts so stay tuned for more and let me know if you want to be tagged in the upcoming parts. As always, feedback is appreciated!

Word Count: 1936

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Neither Peter nor (Y/N) dare speak as the Principal of Midtown paced back and forth behind his desk, shaking his head in disbelief at the situation at hand.

“Never in my 30 years as an educator have I ever had to deal with anything quite like this,” he ranted whilst putting a stop to his incessant pacing. Principal Moore turned towards the two teenagers and gave them a look over while sighing in exasperation. “I mean, just look at you two.”

They were quite the sight indeed. Both (Y/N) and Peter were standing in front of the Principal soaked head to toe in water, staring down at their feet sheepishly. Peter wasn’t wearing shirt at all while (Y/N) was hugging her torso tightly, shivering from the chill she couldn’t shake off because of her wet clothes.

“Now neither of you have any prior offenses except for Peter who doesn’t seem to know when the bell rings…” he continued, flipping through a file on his desk.

(Y/N) covered her mouth and tried to disguise her laugh as a cough, causing all the attention in the room to go towards her. She cleared her throat and bit her lip to suppress a smile. “Sorry,” she muttered quietly.

The Principal stared at her with a raised eyebrow but continued. “As I was saying, since neither of you have prior offenses the most trouble you can get in for this is afterschool detention. And a lot of it.”

Peter looked up from his feet and groaned in protest. “But sir I ca-“

“Nuh uh,” he interrupted Peter shaking his head. “You did this to yourself and I don’t want any complaints from either of you. Next time maybe don’t go- you know what, I don’t even want to talk about it. But the only way you two are getting out of this punishment is if you can give me a dam good reason as to what the hell  you two were doing.”

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Mercy [Peter Parker x Reader]

Request: Hi, you are like my favorite writer on tumblr <3. Anyway, I hoping I could request a Peter Parker x Reader to the song Mercy by Shawn Mendes. Maybe unrequited love? Reader loves Peter. Ending angsty or fluffy up to you. If you don’t want to that is toally fine. Love your work, have a wonderful week.

Warning: None really, just angst, sadness and fluff

Word count: 1193 (Not including the lyrics)

A/N: Thank you for requesting, I’m sorry it took so long. I hope you enjoy this one shot and that it’s how you had imagined it. (listen to the song here)

Originally posted by haddyaf

You’ve got a hold on me

Don’t even know your power

I stand a hundred feet

But I fall when I’m around ya

Show me an open door

And you go and slam it on me

I can’t take anymore

You were sitting in front of your best friends Peter Parker and Ned Leeds. You were telling them a weird event that had happened before, the boys listening to you and laughing along.

“Then, I receive a text from Flash Thompson out of nowhere…” you trailed off. Seeing that they weren’t paying attention to you. It seemed that whatever or whoever was behind is more interesting to them than you. Slowly turning around, you finally understood why. Walking towards you, stood Liz Allan. You knew that Peter had a huge crush on her and, right now, he was pretty much drooling, gazing at her with eyes filled with love.

You felt a sharp pain in your heart. You were there, hoping that he would look at you the way he looked at Liz. It had been like this for about a year now and he was completely oblivious to how much he was hurting you. Throughout the year, he appeared to be giving you chances, opening a door to a more romantically inclined relationship. But, every time, he slammed the door in your face, breaking your heart. The amount of times he was the cause of your midnight tears. In this moment, you realized something: You couldn’t take it anymore. You had to either tell him the truth or cut him off from your life. You decided to take the easier alternative, the latter.

I’m saying…

Baby, please have mercy on me

Take it easy on my heart

Even though you don’t mean to hurt me

You keep tearing me apart

Would you please have mercy, mercy on my heart?

Would you please have mercy, mercy on my heart?

You had been ignoring Peter for three weeks. He had been trying to catch your attention but you just sped away every time. You were in AP chemistry, listening to the teacher talk about different nuclear components when you felt something lightly hit your back. You turned around to see a small paper ball. You looked around the room to see who had thrown it and your eyes reached Peter’s. He had a small, hopeful smile on his face. You looked down at the piece of paper in your hand then back to Peter. Immediately, you unfolded the parchment and tore it to shreds, not reading it. Seeing the heartbroken look on his face made you feel a bit guilty but you remembered the number of times he caused a heartbroken look on your face. You turned around to face the teacher once again and didn’t look back for the rest of the class.

You were walking out of the school, hoping to reach your home without having to talk to anyone. You were placing your headphones over your head and started walking towards your apartment when someone grabbed your arm. You internally groaned, not really feeling like socializing. You turned around and found yourself facing Peter Parker. Quickly, you tried thinking of an excuse to leave but you came up short. This had to happen.

“Hey (Y/N).” he said nervously, his hand still holding your wrist;

“Hey, what’s up?” you asked, not sure what to say in this circumstance.

“‘What’s up?’ Really (Y/N)? It has been three weeks that we haven’t talked to each other and all you can say is ‘What’s up’? What’s up is that my best friend has been ignoring me for some unknown reason!” He said angrily, “Just tell me why (Y/N), please.” His voice softening and his eyes showing pain.

You felt bad but didn’t say anything. All you did was wrench your arm for his grip and turned away from him, walking off, tears running down your cheeks.

Peter did not react well to this, “No (Y/N), I am NOT letting you ignore me again. I want to know what happened to my best friend. You can’t just expect me to forget you.” He yelled.

“Well, Peter, you’re going to have to deal with it. Forget me, in your eyes, (Y/N) (L/N) is just a person you used to know. Your best friend is Ned Leeds. I don’t exist in your eyes.” You told him calmly

“No way (Y/N)! You will always exist for me. You’re my best friend.” He said, his voice slowly raising, “Tell me why?!”


“Tell me (Y/N)”


He grabbed your arm tightly, “Tell me (Y/n)” he shouted.

“I LOVE YOU OKAY!” Your yelled tears streaming down your face, “And sometimes you seem like you like me back but I see it now, you only have eyes for Liz. I understand that you don’t mean to hurt me, but you still do. You do not know have many times I’ve gone to sleep crying. How many times you tore my heart in pieces. You’re tearing me apart Peter, and I can’t take it! Show some mercy and just let me go, please.” The tears streaming down your face were unstoppable, you looked at Peter and he was obviously guilty. His hand let go of your arm and dropped to his side. Once freed from his hold, you ran home, never stopping.

Once you got home, you immediately dived onto your bed and sobbed. You were tired of this, you had revealed your biggest secret. You were drowning in your tears, in your emotions. You had almost nothing left, only pride. You had been honest. You didn’t have to be so secretive because Peter was probably repulsed by you. So, you fell asleep after hours of crying. Little did you know a red and blue hero was watching you the whole time.

I’d drive through the night

Just to be near you, baby

Heart open, testify

Tell me that I’m not crazy

I’m not asking for a lot

Just that you’re honest with me

And my pride, is all I got

The next morning you walked by his building. It reminded you of the day before. Suddenly, you felt tears forming in your eyes but you forced yourself not to cry. You continued to walk. You did this every day for a month; walking past his house, sitting on a bench for five minutes, waiting for something to happen. Nothing ever seemed to happen. You felt as if you were insane.

One day, while you were on the bench, Peter came out of the building. He saw you before you saw him so he ran up to you. When you caught sight of him, it was too late. You couldn’t do anything. It was too late.

“Hey (Y/N), what are you doing here?” he asked, as if your confession hadn’t happened.

“Tell me honestly Peter, am I crazy? Because I really feel like it. I come here every day expecting something when I know nothing will be here for me.” You said crying softly, looking at your feet.

Peter cupped your face and brought it up so that your eyes face his, “You are not crazy, you are great. Your declaration enlightened me. I didn’t see that what I had been looking for was in front of me all along but I am so happy that I know now. Liz isn’t the one for me (Y/N), the one for me is you. I love you too.” He whispered.

“Really?” you asked doubtful.

“Really” he nodded.

You wrapped your arms around him, hugging him tightly.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” he asked


I’m saying…

Baby, please have mercy on me

Take it easy on my heart

Even though you don’t mean to hurt me

You keep tearing me apart

Would you please have mercy on me?

I’m a puppet on your strings

And even though you got good intentions

I need you to set me free

Would you please have mercy, mercy on my heart?

Would you please have mercy, mercy on my heart?

Consuming all the air inside my lungs

Ripping all the skin from off my bones

I’m prepared to sacrifice my life

I would gladly do it twice

Consuming all the air inside my lungs

Ripping all the skin from off my bones

I’m prepared to sacrifice my life

I would gladly do it twice

Oh, please have mercy on me

Take it easy on my heart

Even though you don’t mean to hurt me

You keep tearing me apart

Would you please have mercy on me?

I’m a puppet on your string

And even though you got good intentions

I need you to set me free

I’m begging you for mercy, mercy

I’m begging you, begging you, please, baby

I’m begging you for mercy, mercy

Ooh, I’m begging you, I’m begging you

Not so secret now

Anonymous asked: Hi!!! I love your blog so much btw. I was wondering if you could do something with either Justin or Montgomery, where they’re like keeping their relationship a secret and then some of the other jocks start noticing hickies and marks on them and the reader. Thanks, if you can’t that okay. Xxx

Ship: Montgomery De La Cruz x Reader

Words: 718

Trigger Warning(s): Swearing, degradation of females (*cough* bryce)

A/N: I chose Montgomery because I feel like Monty needs more love, am I right or am I right !! Thank you so much xxx

“Monty… What the fuck mate… did you get attacked by a bear or something? Holy shit.” Justin called from the other side of the changing room. “No… what do you mean?” Montgomery questioned, shouting back. “Your back man… Scratched as hell,” Zach inputted.

“Oh, nah, that’s nothing, don’t worry.” Monty said, hastily putting his shirt back on to stop all of the Jock’s stares.

“Fuck off is it nothing. Someone had a lot of fun on Sunday night if you know what I mean,” Bryce interjects, laughing looking around to the rest of the boys. “C’mon, tell us who was it? Anybody we can share?” He added. 

That comment set Monty off, “Just because you think women are pieces of meat to chuck around doesn’t mean everyone else does Walker!” He raged, shoving Bryce against the lockers, fists gripping the front of his shirt in anger. “Treat them with some respect and then maybe you’d get one, instead of them just being in your dreams.” With that statement, Monty released Bryce and stormed out of the changing room, not wanting to deal with anyone’s comments.

I was shocked when I was pulled into a store closet, and went to let out a squeal, until I saw it was Monty, my ‘secret’ boyfriend.

“What can I do for you today, nothing too long, I have class in 10 minutes,” I ask flirtatiously, Monty has a tendency to want to make out in our break time, and who would I be to deny him?

“The boys know, they’ve seen the marks,” He states, looking at me seriously. “Ohh… Um… So do the girls?” I reply cautiously, all I get in response is a curious stare. “Jess saw the hickey you left on my collarbone…” I say, pulling down my shirt slightly to show him the bruise. “I didn’t tell her it was you, but if everyone knows you’ve been hooking up with someone, and so have I, I’m sure it won’t take them long to figure it out.” I pointed out, I was surprised to see Monty not getting angry.

“Perfect, then we need a plan I guess,” He suggests, with a smirk. “A plan?” I question, confused by his actions. “Yeah, a big reveal or whatever, before they figure it out.” Now I was definitely shocked, Monty had always been the one for keeping our relationship a secret, and suddenly he wants to tell everyone?

“Okay…” I agree, “But I don’t understand, what’s changed? Why are you acting like this without any warning? You’ve never said anything about this before,” I query, I was certainly not complaining, but I was trying to comprehend the situation.

“Because I’ve realised something in these past couple of days…” He pauses, “I think I’m in love with you y/n.” Without a doubt, I was not expecting that, who could’ve known previously super-aggressive Monty could experience love?

I looked up into his brown eyes, which were full of admiration and said “I’m in love with you too,” The look on his face was priceless, nothing felt better than making the one you love so happy.

He peppered my face in excited kisses as I asked “So, what’s the plan?”

We had decided to expose our relationship at Jessica’s party that weekend. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t excited.

It was about an hour into the party, everybody was a little buzzed, but nobody was off-their-face drunk yet. Monty and I were just chatting ‘as friends’ it would seem, outside where the majority of the people were.

I laughed quite loud at a fake joke he’d made and purred “You’re so funny!” staring into his eyes, to get some people’s attention. In response, his hands came up to frame the sides of my face, and I leant into his touch. “Just kiss me, enough people are watching now,” I whispered, “Are you sure?” He replied back, with a voice just as faint. “Mhmm,” I hum, wanting him. As my arms went around his neck, and our lips met, all we could hear were cheers in the background.

I tugged on the hair at the nape of Monty’s neck, and he opened his mouth slightly. All of a sudden, I couldn’t hear anyone else, Monty and I were in our own little world.

A magician never reveals his secrets.

*AN: so my peeps. Mish’s, @spencerdamnreid 4k smut challenge has been harder to write then i thought but this is probs the best i have in me right now. I had the last prompt on the list “pick something not on the list” so i choice a concept that Pascal​, @emmcfrxst sent to @reidbyers today. So…enjoy…*


Your relationship with spencer was fun and flirty you and him were like garcia and morgan. Fun and flirty but never for real…though you couldn’t lie to yourself that some nights spencer was the image that you needed to get off, imagining his tongue and fingers. It never started with the image but always ended with it.

So the typical paperwork day consisted of normal banter with spencer laughing softly you looked up at him. “Spencer honestly with a jawline like yours i would pay to be able to sit on it” laughing to yourself you almost didn’t hear the faint whisper of “please do” from the man in front of you.

Eyes widening you coughed as the spit was rocketed down the wrong tube.

Once back to being able to breath you looked up at him

“Um…spence..did…you just…say…” Feeling your breathing stop as he leaned close to you his scent made your mind blank.

“You know what i did…and i will say you would fit perfectly on my said jawline…”

“So….um wanna come over tonight….” And so it was set and the rest of the day was spent nervous and turned on to the extreme.

You couldn’t think straight. Looking at him you gulped nodding

So now you sat straddling spencer your lips tangled his hands gripping your ass holding you against him as your hands tangled in his curls. Pulling back you looked at him

“Are…we…” Spencer looked at you one hand coming up holding the back of your neck pulling you forward his lips pressing against yours softly.

“Do you know how long i have imagined and thought of how you taste…whatever we are as long as i have you i’m happy”

Slowly spencer laid you down hovering over you kissing your lips and jaw. Biting softly at your neck….moans and whimpers escaped as clothes were lost.

And now you hovered over spencers mouth he was practically drooling. Holding your hips he pulled you slowly over his mouth his tongue slipping out causing a shock to run through you. Your hands gripped his hair as you shook against his truly magic mouth.

“Holy fuck..spencer…god….i’m…fuck” you were already so close which seemed to drive him to work his mouth harder against you.

“Oh fuck!” Falling over the edge you felt your legs shake slightly your fingers gripping his hair hard.

“Holy shit….how is your mouth so magical” smirking he pushed you back slightly his nails running up and down your thighs softly

“A magician never reveals his secrets”

Just my honest thoughts about the bonuses of YOI BD/DVD vol.6… (in reference to this interview) I know not everyone will agree with me but I also know I’m not alone, lol. I’m posting it on this secondary blog because I want the translation to only be a translation, so please only read it if you’re curious and understand that we might agree to disagree…

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Reggie Mantle x Reader: PART TWO: Undercover Serpent

Request: No. My idea. 😇

A/N:  I’m back and excited for you see this imagine as the progresses. Hopefully you guys like it and are enjoying the story so far. And thank you for all the love you have given me about my writing it seriously means the world to me you guys enjoy it. Also thank you to the ones requesting to be part of the taglist it  makes my heart melt.

Words: 1505

Summary: Next day Reader faces a new challenge? The serpent’s know about her contact with Reggie and someone may know her secret…

Spoilers: (This imagine will have FP x Alice, Betty x Archie, Veronica x Cheryl, Joaquin x Kevin, Asexual Jughead because I can and I shall see my ships rise somewhere lol. Also in this imagine Hal Cooper & Alice have been divorced for a year because he didn’t support Polly and Jason so Alice filed for divorced because she’s a queen).

Warnings: Not really a warning; I know the Blossoms & Coopers have been revealed to be related, but not in this imagine.

Part One


Another day living a lie, was another day you felt like a complete fraud. You don’t know how long you can keep up this lie, or how long this would stay a secret.

“JD?” you called as you open the door to your trailer, no answer.

Startled by being grabbed by the back and you threw a punch, only to reveal your own brother.

“Hey, hey it’s just me, man you hit hard” Joaquin spoke catching his breath.

“Sorry, why did you do that?” you questioned.

“It was a surprise hug” he retorted innocently.

“Well with how things have been I thought that maybe something happened to you, you can’t sneak up on me like that you idiot” you smacked him in the shoulder.

“Well forgive me for wanting to hug you” Joaquin gave you a small hug and a big smile.

“I said sorry, why the hug though?” you challenged his expressions.

“Well you have brought good news!” he cheered.

“What news?” you looked at Joaquin confused.

“Okay, if you won’t admit it I will, you hanging out with Mantle great idea” he pats you in the back.

“What?!” you choked on the water you had just sipped, not knowing how news of Reggie talking to you already got to the other side of the town.

“I said great idea, finding out information from a best friend of Jason, man you are amazing” Joaquin keeps going.

“Well I gotta go Kevin awaits” Joaquin announces and you give him a disapproving face.

“Can’t believe you’re still doing that” you mumbled under your breath and he heard you.

“We all have a part to play (Y/N)” he answered your comment a bit coldly.

“My god you sound exactly like FP!” you grew annoyed.

“You’re getting intel from Jason’s best friend who are you to talk!” he growled.

“I’m not doing that!” you decided to lower your voice “He approached me, we talked nothing about Jason, I would never do what you’re doing JD” you felt a lump on your throat as your words spilled out.

“What’s wrong with being with Kevin!” he protected his argument.

“That you actually like him JD!” you raised your voice to match his again “You like him, and it’s only going to hurt him and you if he finds out the truth!”

“The he never finds out then” he said with a straight face, no emotion and walked out.

You stayed home worked on your homework, waited for Joaquin to come like always, until you received a text from FP to meet him in his trailer.

As you were about to knock on his door it revealed Alice.

“Alice” you smiled.

“(Y/N)” she winked and walked away.

“Looks like that ship is sailing” you smiled at FP as you closed the door and stepped inside his trailer.

“Not the topic of today little snake” you smiled at the nickname he had given you a while back.

“What happens to be the topic then?” you asked.

“You and Mantle” he said with a straight face.

“Nothing is going on FP” you answered still wondering how the hell this news were spreading.

“It could be of use to find out what he knows little snake, he was Jason’s best friend” FP declared.

“I won’t” you spoke coldly.

“You can, and you will” Mustang emerged inside of the trailer.

“Look, I understand the need for information, but I can’t do it” you tried to reason with them.

“C’mon you’re cute, I’m sure Mantle wouldn’t mind” Mustang caressed your cheek and pulled away.

“FP come on, I’m already on Betty and Jughead and their investigation, what more do you need” you

“Look if he’s not of help-” you cut FP off.

“What? You’ll handle him like you helped handle Jason?! I won’t have it!” you

“Why are you protecting the boy?” Mustang grabbed you by the shoulders hard and FP had to get him off.

“I will not be responsible for someone else” you sprinted out of there, you tried to be strong but for some reason you started to cry.

Confused as to why? Because of Mantle? No way you barely knew the guy!

Sometimes our hearts know something’s our brain hides.


“Do what you what you feel is best” Joaquin spoke as you were about to leave to school “Your bike is fixed” he smiled and you smiled back leaving for school.

You hated arguing with him especially because he was the only you really had in life. Surprised that he made first contact, almost always it was you reaching out to apologize even when it wasn’t your fault.

You arrived at your locker to take out your supplies for your first class when he approached you once again.

“Hey (Y/N), so I was wondering if you’ll have lunch with me and we finish our game” he spoke confidently.

“Sorry Reggie, I think we shouldn’t talk anymore” you spoke coldly and walked away to your first class leaving a very confused Reggie in the hallway. Just yesterday you were sweet and sarcastic and now you were so cold he wondered on what he had done.

You felt terrible because from the small time you had with him, you were just a normal girl. You felt a connection to him you hadn’t felt with anyone. That was now gone, you couldn’t let him in, that would mean you would put him in danger.

Lunch came and you sat with the gang. They talked, but your mind was drifting. You just wanted everything to go away. You felt his gaze on you, but you ignored it. Semi listening to the gang, but your thoughts bombarded you for your attention.

“Surprisingly I’ve never been to Joaquin’s home” Kevin spoke.

“How come?” Veronica added.

“I don’t know, I feel he’s just embarrassed form being from the Southside” Kevin drank from his apple juice.

“You okay (Y/N)?” Betty asked pulling you out your thoughts.

“No uh, just thinking sorry” you answered the blonde.

“About?” Cheryl observed.

“I have a lot of school work I have to do, I’ll see guys later” you picked up your food tray and left the courtyard.

He waited in his seat for a while so it wouldn’t look so obvious and then went after you.

You felt someone’s eyes following you, not him someone else.

You walked the lonely hallway wary if anyone was following you, but you didn’t see anyone. You sat in the empty hallway you back against some lockers pondering on how rude you sounded to Reggie? How did the Serpents find out about you talking to Reggie only Betty had you two? It couldn’t have been her could it? Your brain felt like it was about to explode as he sat next to you breaking you from your thoughts.

“My favorite color is Green, I really love steak and believe it or not I love The Notebook” his statement made you chuckle and he smiled once again at the sound of it. Every small thing you did became like a drug to him. He craved it, he needed it, you pulling away only made his addiction grow stronger. He wanted you in his life.

You didn’t know what you wanted anymore.

“Never seen it, sorry” you laid your head on his shoulder. Quite unsure why he made you feel so safe, how did he make you feel laid back? He blushed as your head made contact with his shoulder as if it was dream come true after an amazing hug you shared the day before.

“How have you not? It’s a masterpiece and-” he paused trying to choose his words carefully.

“And what Mantle?” you grew curious about his argument.

“Umm well you’re a- you’re a girl” he stumbled on his words and you saw how he felt bad about his words you pushed the bit of sexism aside.

“Just because I’m a girl, man Mantle sexist much? You don’t even know me” you joked and he chuckled.

The bell rang indicating Lunch was over so he stood up and stretched his arm out to you and you took it getting up. The proximity closing in between you two, and the students started to flood the hallway as you pulled away. Leaving him alone again in the hallway. You thanked God that he ignored your comments about leaving you alone because you really enjoyed his company, he made you forget about all the things you had to do even if was just for a little while.

You don’t even know me flooded Reggie’s mind. Did this mean you would actually be someone in his life?

Walking to class you could have sworn someone was still staring at you, you scanned the hallways; nothing. Who was this person? What did they want? Why now? Did someone find out?

You don’t even know me?

The words you spoke to Reggie flooded your mind too, were you going to be his friend? Did you just agree to find out anything he knew?

 Part Three Part Four

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There’s something suspicious about Solas being agnostic but also talking about “great (religious) rituals” and that you should “tread lightly, this is sacred ground” in a reverent voice - what is up with that? Why are rituals worthy of respect to him when he hates the evanuris and finds modern religious organizations to be bad, and he doesn’t think gods are real? 

(This has been in my drafts forever - it’s really long rambling thoughts about spirits, the elven gods, worship, and religion in Inquisition.)

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Why and what witchcraft

These are my current views on the matter of witchcraft, based on studies, relationships, conversations and practices over the last few years. This was initially a much shorter Facebook post that has since become untenably long for it, so here it lies. I should start by saying that my intention is not to disparage whatever beliefs others hold with regards to it, as I myself accept that these “truths” are only as good as the next door that they lead us to.

One could hardly produce a useful definition of witchcraft without first acknowledging that it is not singular. For instance, what is widely recognised as Traditional Witchcraft is an aggregate of practices and beliefs originated in Europe, and the label could be reasonably applied to various traditions stemming from that region. The misnomer led many to think that it is a more authentic form of Craft (though probably most of these traditions are when compared to certain contemporary fabrications born with convenience in mind) than what is found elsewhere. To that I say that it befits pursuers to be aware that there are living forms of Craft to be found elsewhere in the world, each with particulars that make them uniquely suited to certain temperaments, all presenting interesting commonalities where what is essential is revealed.

At its most general, the work of witchcraft is marked by an initial union between a person and a spirit. There seems to me to be little other than goals separating it from the undertaking of priesthood in certain mainstream religions. Methodologies do vary, but ideology, not underlying themes, is for the most part what separates the two. In both cases, an alliance is sought so the person is rendered capable of interacting with the otherworld in a particular manner. Andrew D. Chumbley in Opuscula Magica Vol. I explains this process quite excellently. He describes various forms of passing of power by grant upon ingress into a lineage, or through solitary rites. In the latter case a form of taking by a spirit leads to power imparted, or an awakening of power already living in one’s blood. I share the belief that in whichever way it occurs, this is a fundamental component that separates witchcraft from folk magic. The bounties from this union will then fuel gestures, words, and ritual, and these provide the power with a voice, rather than a fixed set of protocols being key as is implied in ceremonial traditions such as Solomonic magic.

In “learned” traditions of magic, each instrument is rigorously made so they can play a part in influencing the forces involved in a certain manner, whereas the witch seeks to embody said forces (through actual reception in the body and in dreams), the voice then becoming wand, circle, and blade. By this I don’t mean to suggest that this is more efficient, or that witchcraft doesn’t use tools, as that is not necessarily the case, but to clarify how and why its methods can appear lacking when contrasted with more systematic approaches found in the aforementioned ceremonial systems. Though this separation between the two should also not be taken as constant. I have suggested elsewhere that the retreat undertaken by the legendary King Solomon as told in the Exhortation to Rehoboam is a perfect description of a solitary initiation in which authority is imparted by a spirit to access others, and in my opinion it reveals an important but often neglected part of the tradition.

Witchcraft is a magical response to oppression, and to a need for protection. For that reason it has been done in secret not only in the past but continuously so in places where violence against those who engage in “unsanctioned spirituality” is still real. This is important from more than a social point of view; it shapes its theology and practices. Its gods are opposers by virtue of their empowering nature, which is poison to the State, institutionalised religion, and other forms of captivity. Rebellion (and retribution) has often been the soil where it is rooted in, and hence its manifestation as a dark practice where attributes such as bones, blood, sacrifice, and aggressive aspects of nature are present. It seeks understanding where some see taboo. Fallen angels, the mysteries of demons, sex, the transformation of death and beyond, these and other topics are explored to different degrees in various strains, and herein lies my own motivation for seeking it. My vision of Western ceremonial magic has always been a complicated one of simultaneously agreeing with the principles of what constitute real spirit contact but refusing the isolationist approach as a blind that gets in the way of effectiveness.

I hope this brief summary serves to inspire suitors and/or to bring further observations on the matter.

Breaking the silence: Fandom hatred, bullying, victimization, and hacking

Does anyone have an inkling/suspicion or a friend, who I can get in touch with, who might know anything about who hacked my AO3 account and removed all my fanfiction back in January?

My husband I, both proficient when it comes to computers, and he with viruses/hacking/malware protection experience, found out that my pc had been infected with a keylogging software (it tracks every single keyboard key I hit) which also took pictures every few seconds/ran a continuous stream of what I was doing on my pc visually. That means that private emails with numerous people were viewed by the hacker, private information seen, and every single one of the usernames and passwords I had typed in while infected. Unfortunately I didn’t have active monitoring of my pc on, instead relying on a virus and malware scan run once a week, so I didn’t catch it on time. When we looked back, we saw that my pc had been infected for at least 72 hours.

So what happened was they saw me log in to AO3 (which does NOT have two-step authentication – that thing where it sends a code to your phone) and within an hour my fics started to be deleted, one by one….

Thank goodness I was home from work and my husband was able to talk to me on the phone as the next steps were taken… I was able to stay a step ahead of the hacker for pretty much everything else.

So. They not only hacked my AO3. They also changed my username to SlutBitch and proceeded to send threatening emails to my email address. They tried to hack into every single one of my email accounts, and were actually successful on a few of them, but I was getting alerts on my phone (my email monitoring of many of my accounts telling me there was a new device being used to log in) and was frantically requesting password resets before they could change the single-level password reset method, and then I followed behind by adding in a phone verification method for every single log-in attempt made, including my own log ins.

All this without realizing that they were watching me through screenshots, and watching as every keystroke I made was recorded.

I was pretty much handing them my log-ins as I went.

But I stayed ahead of everything else.

Sure, I lost my fanfics with every kudos, every bookmark, every comment ever made, but at least I was able to protect my multiple emails, my Paypal, my Amazon, my Dropbox, and many other things. They made attempts to hack into my husband’s and my mother-in-law’s emails, but they didn’t have the password so I bet it was just to show me how far their reach was. A show of intimidation.

They even made an e-mail account of their own that used my handle: Juulna. My husband was able to hack it back from them, so at least now /I/ own that e-mail address. They used it to send me an e-mail threatening me by saying that they have my real name (of course, since they hacked my emails) and my credit card info. I received that email while I was at work on an 8-hour shift, and I freaked out. Because I couldn’t do anything about it, and I felt so scared. I felt harassed, harried, and completely drained. I just wanted to be left alone to lick my wounds in peace. It was awful. I felt awful.

Oh, and part of the e-mail they sent to me was traced back to my local area, and we called the police who checked into the address, and then apparently couldn’t give us any information because “there was a minor involved.” But I have my doubts that they were actually involved – that the hacker was smart enough to use a proxy or an IP mask.

So, yeah. This malware I’d been infected with (I didn’t use that pc often but, the couple of days before this, I was using it) was pretty sophisticated, and required some knowledge to use it. I had to have clicked on something like an image for the program to download in the background. Someone had to have known I would click on said image (or whatever it was). It’s highly likely I was targeted personally.

So there are a few different options:
A) the person who attacked me was knowledgeable about malware and hacking,
B) they hired someone who was,
C) or they were knowledgeable but not targeting me personally, and it was just a coincidence I was attacked.

I never really pushed the issue back then or even since I returned at the end of March 2017, because I wanted to move past it at the time. I was first off too devastated to want to think on the topic, and then when I returned I inquired into it a little bit by speaking privately with a couple of people and mentioning it here and there to see if there was anyone in the public who might approach me with a tip.

But I’m done getting caught up on reposting, and my mind cannot leave it alone anymore. There’s nothing I can use to distract myself and put the thought off with anymore. 

How does this tie in with fandom and bullying?

Well, because of my own suspicions on who this might be connected with. Many of you know about my run-in(s) with a certain BNF in the fandom. Many of you don’t, or haven’t realized I’m connected to that story in a pretty major way.

I’m not going to go off on a rant here, but suffice it to say that I truly, truly believe that this incident was either perpetrated by her, though she’d been out of the fandom for a few months at the time (though her fics were and still are up), or was perpetrated by someone who felt that I was responsible for her being run out. Maybe I was, a little, but it was only because I shared my story of what happened (and acknowledged the mistakes that I made, as well), which was then included as only a part of what this person did to the fandom and to other people – not just me. But some of her friends have since, and continued to, cast her as a complete victim in all of this, never mind the fact that she’s done this to numerous people, and she and I both escalated our feud. But that’s no reason to paint her as the innocent victim of the whole tale – and neither am I.

I’m human. There are people I really hate or dislike immensely or just a little bit; people I really wish would disappear; and even some people whom I’m jealous of (especially after my fics were removed and all my statistics lost – and after reposting said fics, have only achieved about ¼ of those previous stats, or even 1/20th of the comments I had on one fic…)…….

….. Despite this hate or resentment, or whatever, I would never hack another person and remove all of their hard work, just because I’m upset. I would never ever ever remove someone’s heart and soul; their work, their hours, everything that is theirs. It’s awful. It’s an awful feeling. It’s horrible. And I would have known all that before my work was taken from me.

Stop bullying people.

Stop taking away all their hard work.

Think twice before you speak.

Don’t take away what isn’t yours.

Even if a person is terrible, it’s not your choice to make to remove something which they’ve worked so hard on.

Two wrongs don’t make a right.

In conclusion

Thank you for reading/listening to my long-winded rant.

Also, yes, to clarify: the bullying (and possible hacking) occurred from one Reylo to another Reylo (and within an ot3 ship that’s an offshoot of Reylo)… This was not an anti to a Reylo – and that’s just awful that we’re fighting each other. Shouldn’t we stick together?

Also. Yes, I’ve spoken about this in hints or small sentences here and there over the last 9 weeks that I’ve been back. But I’ve finally decided to open up about this, and explain what went on, in the hopes that someone might know what happened, or might know someone else who might know something or be able to help.

And, failing that, it is my hope that someone learns something from my experience, awful as it might have been. If this helps someone… then maybe my experience was worth it, in the end.

I hope so.

Edit: adding the following message from one of my reblogs so that the message gets out there….

I have a message for the hacker: I promise that if you message me, or e-mail me at, that I will never reveal your identity to the community. I mean, as long as you don’t bully others or don’t do this hacking thing again, to me or to others, I will keep your identity a secret. Even if everything and everyone is screaming at me to reveal it and making them pay, I would be content with simply knowing who did this to me. If you did this to me, please come forward privately, at any time, and let me know.