so that is why these may not be the most inspiring caps ever

how I see the signs and what I want them to know
  • (side note - View of a Virgo rising, Leo sun in the 12th, Libra moon in 2nd, mercury Cancer in 11th, venus Leo in 12th, mars Leo in 11th)
  • Aries: was once my best friend, she made literally everything in my life brighter and always helped me to just enjoy things and stop worrying all the time. Also great hugs. Just simply has that energy, wherever it may be - physically, mentally, staying up until you binge watched that show, giving you their last money so you can get yourself something to eat before you starve to death, always down for a talk and a walk even if they had a packed schedule. Please don't miss out on times when you just have to take a day off to get your beautiful and strong energy back. I care about your health so please don't forget to eat properly and don't miss out on that quality time if needed.
  • Taurus: a girl from my drama class and my little sisters moon sign, I am just so in love with your sense for aesthetic. Total sunshines. I feel like I can always rely on you, super compassionate and knows how to make you feel comfortable when youre not. I love that when you have a goal in your mind, you will give your everything to achieve that! Also so humble but like I want you so desperately to know how beautiful I think you are!! I enjoy your company a lot. Please don't be afraid of changes, I know that's such a mainstream thing to write for Taurus but I really do believe that maybe sometimes you need to be reminded that life can also begin at the end of your comfort zone.
  • Gemini: a guy and a girl from biology class, I am literally stunned at how much these people know. Eloquent fluffballs. I could listen to you spreading knowledge 24/7, make great jokes in my opinion and just kind of knows... everyone?? Get along with so many people, can be very chill but also full of energy when they're talking about things they are interested in. Also fun-fact kings and queens. Please remind yourself to stay loyal to your true friends, you may know many people with whom you get along with so well and for sure everyone is intersting in their own way, but it's very possible to feel lonely in a crowd. Your closest friends will always get you out of that and help you, I promise.
  • Cancer: a close friend of mine, literally the most caring person I've ever met. Actual comedians. I don't know I just straight up fell in love with your humour. All the Cancers I know have or had some extreme physical problems going on, please get well soon if you read this and you're also not feeling well. Mentally on the next level, strong and kind of unbreakable. Don't hide their feelings because they just know that when you bottle up your feelings it's never going to end well. They just get you and will be there for you no matter what. Please take care of yourself just as well as you do with your friends and family, you are a true blessing and it's definitely okay to rant or cry or just let it all out.
  • Leo: my english teacher and a guy I used to be close with, very often completely misunderstood and taken for granted, which can lead to unhealthy behaviour. Will make you feel great after a plain shit day. I strive to be this talented at just expressing myself or being confident, even if you just want the world to think you are confident when you're actually not. Cuddly queens and kings. Better not hurt their pride because it took them a lot of time to actually get to that level and in a world where people hate on you for loving yourself, to them it feels like, despite all their work, they are not worth of loving themselves. Please don't forget that although sometimes it's hard to look in the mirror and like what you see, there are caring and warm-hearted people who love you just the way you are.
  • Virgo: a girl in my class I simply adore, I always annoy you with my endless compliments. Kind of just in love with these down-to-earth and sweet people. Either super chill or worried a lot, I wish I could just hug you until you feel less stressed. Smol but strong beans you can learn a lot from. So reliable, I actually hate doing group projects and always want to do everything myself but since you share that opinion we created something I was really proud of and now we always do them together. Please remember that passion is something you shouldn't be ashamed of, you simply don't have to be because it's something you love and your needs are valid. Also dreaming big, it's possible, especially for you so why not?
  • Libra: a girl I recently got to know and am already completely amazed by, literal social butterflies who sometimes only know in hindsight how much they enjoyed the company of someone because they adapt so easily and it's rare to find someone where you can just simply be yourself. Love how they view life and that they make me want to talk more. Very open and you never feel excluded because they just know how to include everyone. Please don't forget to remind yourself who you truly are and not to lose yourself in another person, because there really is only one you no matter how good you are at adapting to literally every social situation, you are amazing and I want you to be comfortable as well.
  • Scorpio: my dad and my ex boyfriend's mom, two very caring peole in their own way. I always love how sharp their sarcasm can be. Can comfort extremely well when they want to. So many secrets and things to know about them that I can lose myself in them wanting to explore whats actually behind their shell. Teaches you life lessons. Please don't forget that humans aren't flawless and that's completely okay. You don't have to hold onto old grudges, communication is key and talking about these things, confronting these people who did you wrong will help you grow as a person.
  • Sagittarius: an old friend of mine, very cute people who get interested in so many things and they are so versatile and adventurous I absolutely love their lively nature. Memes™. Total dorks you can fall for in a second. Are actually the best partners to just talk to about anything because they will be interested and share their opinion with you. Please remind yourself that cutting off people can be a very wise decision and you don't have to keep up with everyones shit if that's just not what you're in for.
  • Capricorn: I am literally so attracted to these people it's unreal, although I kind of always think that they don't like me...... anyways, my bigger twin sisters are caps and they are humble souls who really had to fight for a lot in life sadly. So proud of you. Keep up with the hard work, you really deserve everything. So realistic and pure I have heart eyes. Supportive and extremely loyal. Will stand up for you if you need it. Straight face™ but still manages to make even the most serious people laugh. Please remind yourself to not overdo it with the work, take a day off to relax and let yourself go maybe, even if it's hard - with the right people you don't ever have to be afraid of being yourself.
  • Aquarius: my ex boyfriend whom I had a crush on for like 4 years, teached me great life lessons. Will always have a weakness for aquas, they just attract me so much, how much of a fluffy dork can you be tbh? Capacity of acceptance is incredible. So much fun to be with. Are kind of just good at everything? You can talk to them about anything, it won't feel weird, they won't question it and just talk to you about that topic. So friendly, an underrated trait in my opinion, just complete and simple friendliness you enjoy to the fullest. Please remind yourself to let people not only see your amazing shell but also your stunning core, there are people who love to talk about the same things you love and nothing about you is weird, you are special and I absolutely love it.
  • Pisces: a very sweet guy I've been texting with for the past months, very open minded and also have that sensitivity I strive to have. Very inspirational smol puppy. Actual daydreamers™, may be late to school but love deeply and would never neglect your love. Kind of hate almost everything that's planned out? (I'm sorry I just love to plan things out) will hug you no matter what. Does not fear to dream big, is very talented at artsy stuff in my opinion. Please don't forget that even if it seems hard, and yes our school system is kind of very bad,we get to have that education and your dreams will be reality if you work hard enough to achieve them. You have so much potential, please don't ever waste it.
A Certain Elegance

@gdesertsand made an awesome mafia!au and felt inspired to write this scene. They made an ask blog about it @ask-mafia-lance-salazar. Go check it out!

“Lance. Come in, Lance.“ Shiro’s commanding voice rang in his ear.

“What’s up, boss man?“ Lance answered with a casual tone that always annoyed most of the paladins.

“Where the hell are you, Lance?“ As if on cue, Pidge snapped at him in their comms.

Lance grinned at the Galra soldier he managed not to kill during his infiltration in one of the control rooms. He shot both of the Galra’s knee caps just to be sure the alien won’t run away from him, and for the sake of precaution, Lance decided to tie the Galra up in one of the metal chairs in the room. And because he felt like it, he stuffed the Galra’s mouth with some cloth he cut out away from one of the fallen Galra soldiers on the floor. 

“I’m in one of the control rooms, Pigeon, cool your jets.” Lance whispered. “I’m a bit outnumbered but I can handle a couple of Galra soldiers on my own.” He even panted for added effect. They had to believe that he’s a little preoccupied so they’ll leave him alone, so he can do what he was known for back on earth.

“Are you sure, bro? I’ll be there in a few minutes if you need some assistance.“ Hunk, the bestest friend he could ever have, asked.

“Nah man, I can handle a few of these aliens. Besides, you and Keith have a mission. Protect the mullet head, yeah?“ Lance continued to whisper, shooting a few blasts from his bayard to sell his story even more. “I gotta go, guys, I think I just got found out.“ Lance pressed a button on his helmet which cut off his frequency away from the team. It was an altercation he made himself and no one seems to mind not hearing from him, so Lance figured why not.

“Now, we’re alone.“ Lance took off his helmet and placed it on the control board. He shook his head and massaged his scalp, his hair finally out of the confines of hi sweaty helmet. He made his way towards the Galra soldier who glared at him, yellow eyes glinting. “Comfy?”

The Galra mumbled against the gag in its mouth. Lance simply took another chair and sat in front of the tied up alien that was his prisoner at the moment.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Lance reached forward, “Ooh what is this?” He brushed his fingers against the Galra’s pelvis, which made the Galra groan and saliva dripped past the alien’s lips, and took hold of a hilt of a blade.

“I didn’t know you have one of these.” Lance inspected the wicked sharp blade, the black and violet surface catching the light, giving it an eery glow. He wielded the blade from side to side just like what his older brother taught him, slicing the air with finesse and speed. The Galra stared at him, not believing the way lance wielded a bladed weapon. 

“You must be wondering where I learned to do this.” Lance continued to slash at the air but he was now slicing closer and closer to the Galra’s blown up knees. 

“Wanna know a secret?” Lance leaned forward, his hands on either side of the Galra’s head, caging the alien. 

“I’m a Salazar.” 

Lance smiled, a smile he rarely used these days. This smile was the kind of smile he only wore when he’s at home, where violence and mind games were raw, there is where he thrived and showed his colors. The smile- a predatory show of teeth- he always wear when things are about to get messy and go Lance’s way. It was a the Young Demon’s smile.  

Lance sighed in relief. There was something liberating from saying his family’s name, something every Salazar needs to be proud about. It’s like he never left the vast household that was his home.

“That name may mean nothing to you, but back on Earth?“ Lance languidly played with the knife, mere inches away from the Galra’s face. “The mention of that name can make grown men tremble in fear. But I guess here in outer space, the Salazar name doesn’t hold that much weight. I’d like to change that.“ He swiped the blade against the Galra’s face, drawing blood.

“Shall we begin?”

“I repeat,“ Lance situated himself between the Galra’s legs, the knife slicing through the Galra’s purple fur, digging deeper and deeper as he dragged the knife across the alien’s chest, “the Champion was captured with two other humans, one was even brought to the fighting pits. Where are they?“

“I have told you over and over again, Blue Paladin, I do not know! Please, please, I do not know. Please believe me.“ The Galra, Joras, begged. His yellow eyes were dull and wet with tears.

“I want to believe you, Joras, believe me I do.” Lance stopped his slicing and sighed at the alien. It’s time, he thought. Lance laid his hand against Joras’ cheeks with enough tenderness to calm a frightened lamb before the slaughter.

Joras nuzzled against Lance’s palm. Hook, line, and sinker.

“But I checked your credentials, Joras. You are one of the major generals in the Galran forces. You were the one in charge of the Champion when he was in the fighting pits.“ Lance wiped the tears that were flowing down the Galra’s furry cheeks, and cupped Joras’ face with his hands. “So you are either lying to me or you take me for a fool.“

Lance looked at the Galra in disappointment and frowned. He leaned in and kissed one of the slices he made on Joras’ cheek. “Which is it, Joras?”

“I-I…“ Joras refused to look at the Blue Paladin, confused on what to say.

“I get it. Really I do.“ Lance lifted his leg and placed it on Jora’s side, straddling the alien who spluttered when Lance sat comfortably on Joras’ lap. The earlier venom in Lance’s voice as he cut through Joras’ skin was gone and was replaced by a warm, velvety smooth tone that washed away Joras’ fear. Small comforts, he thought. “Most people take me for a fool, and I don’t blame them for it. I suppose it’s my fault for letting them think of me that way.“

“No! I take you not for a fool!“ Joras didn’t know what came over him for suddenly exclaiming what he was thinking, but the frown on the Blue Paladin’s face was gone which urged him to speak more. “You have successfully infiltrated this control room, one of the most secured control room in this ship. You have killed all of my soldiers who were the top of their class and was handpicked by me. And you have me between your legs, Blue Paladin, you have me bruised and bleeding, begging you to have mercy on me. You are no fool.” 

Lance didn’t expect Joras to break easily that’s why he took his time with him. He remembered his brother saying: “There’s so much more to torture and acquiring information, little brother. It’s not just punching, slicing, and stabbing- though those methods get the job done. There’s a certain elegance to it.” At first he didn’t understand what he meant, but as time went by, he started to understand the intricacies of torture.

Lance learned that pain was only one of the methods you can use to break people. There were other means to make people talk, his brother stated as he typed in his laptop. And he found out that the best and full proof plan of action was to mentally and emotionally break them. Lance learned that pain and blackmail can only take you too far, that harming or intimidating a person doesn’t make them break. So Lance found a new method of torture, a method that works in his favor.

“Thank you, Joras.“ The Young Demon smiled. “But that doesn’t answer my question. I need to know where they are. “ Lance cupped Joras’ face and tilted it up so he can meet his eyes. “These people, they’re important to me. Don’t you want to make me happy? Don’t you want me to smile again?“

He can see the hesitation in Joras’ yellow eyes. He was there, he’s on the midst of breaking, he just needs a little push. 

“Please don’t make me hurt you. I hated hurting you, Joras.“ 

The best way to break people was to make them care. Make them give a damn about themselves, about you, about your purpose. It doesn’t matter as long as you involve them in the process, make them feel that you care about them too. So that’s what Lance did.

Every time he sliced Joras’ skin, he apologized. When he punched him in the gut, he had to explain why he was doing it. When he buried his finger in the hole he made on his knees, Lance expressed reluctance to do it. He made the Galra feel that he was forced to do this, that it wasn’t his choice to hurt him. He made him believe that by sharing what he knows, he’s stopping the hurt that’s inflicted on them both. Lance made him care.

“Data pad.“ Joras whispered, “I promise you I do not know the people you speak of, but with my data pad and my clearance, you can search through the prisoner database from the time the Champion was captured to when he escaped.“

“Really?“ Joras nodded. He was clearly relieved when lance put away the knife but there was tension in Joras’ shoulders. “See that wasn’t so hard was it? All I wanted from you was information. I never wanted to hurt you, Joras, you should know that. “

Lance stood up to fish out the data pad from Joras’ suit. He turned it on and was not surprised to see that it doesn’t have a password. He was far from understanding the Galran alphabet but he was pretty sure their resident techy can figure it out. He placed the data pad inside his body suit’s pocket and went for his helmet.

“Thank you for your help, Joras. Really, thanks a lot. I know this may sound cruel but know that I have the right intentions in mind. Do you want me to kill you?“ He didn’t put on his helmet just yet. He simply held it in his hand while his other hand fiddled with his bayard. 

Joras looked at him funny, but his shoulders were trembling again.

“I know you know what’s coming to you. Zarkon doesn’t appreciate snitches, just look at what happened to Thace. And what’s worse, Zarkon will just dispose of you like you were nothing. He will erase all of the things you have done in service to the empire, let people remember you as a traitor.“ Lance gave all that he had to not laugh right in front of Joras’ face. The strong and mighty Galra he met moments ago was now broken, shaking and scared. 

“But if you die now, die on my hands, I can make it painless. I will let the entire universe remember you as the Galra who helped the Blue Paladin rescue the humans that ended the war against Zarkon. You will die a hero, Joras, don’t you want that?“

Lance already knew the answer but still he waited for the Galra to give his consent. It was the least he can do.

“You will make them remember me as a hero?“

“Yes, Joras. And even more.“

Joras looked dejected. Lance can see the resolve in his eyes as well as understanding. He knew that it was pointless to live when the moment the Paladins of Voltron leave their ship, he’s as good as dead. The higher ups will check the cameras and see that he was tortured, they’ll even hear him confess to Lance about his data pad. He will be dubbed as the Galra soldier who was tortured by the Blue Paladin, who begged for his life, an embarrassment to the Galra as a whole.

“Alright. It was nice to meet you ,Blue Paladn Lance. It is an honor to die on your hands.“

“Goodbye, Joras.“

There you go. What do you think? I admit it’s a little messy but there’s something with an evil Lance that I quite like. I’m a sucker for evil geniuses and even more for Lance so why the hell not.

tom-newsie-holland  asked:

OKAY BUT WHAT IF (this a request) NEWT X READER X STEPHEN SMUTFIC OKAY THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I NEED. READER CALLS BOTH OF THEM DADDY (I'm dead) If you don't want to write this just let me know. I won't be upset at all 😊

Okay guys. Here is the promised NewtxReaderxStephen fic. I wasn’t able to get every single thing y'all wanted in it. I went where inspiration took me. This is the first threesome fic I’ve ever written, so yeah…I was like ‘the fuck is going on!!’ The entire time I was writing it lmao.

Hopefully, it came out decently enough. I didn’t proofread, I’m too lazy. So if there’s embarrassing mistakes, my bad. Also!!! I was so into NewtxStephen I may have made this gayer than expected…..if you ain’t into dudexdude leave now….like right now. Lol



Imagine: A threesome with Newt and Stephen.

Stephen sat idly by at the table, flipping through his cards and drawings. He seemed to be looking for something important, but really all he reached for was the silver lighter he stolen off a dead German soldier’s body. In the reality of it all, he would’ve never even thought of doing such a thing, but now, so deep into this war nothing seemed to matter.

“You shouldn’t smoke so much.”

Your voice gained his attention, and he looked over at you lying on the bed next to Newt with a raised eyebrow. As if to spite you, he flicked the cap to the lighter up, never leaving your annoyed gaze as he scratched his finger over the switch and ignited his cigarette. He took one long drag, the burning sensation slowly settling his nerves.

“Go back to sleep.”

Stephen’s tone was exhausted, and you could tell he could use some sleep himself, but the lieutenant was hell bent on staying up every single night. There wasn’t much you could do though, truthfully you weren’t even supposed to be here. You spent months running from the war, you had lost your entire family, and if the German’s found you…you’d just end up right along with them. By luck or not, you came upon Stephen one night. You were hiding in the bushes before a dilapidated building, trying hard to hold your breath because you weren’t sure who was on the other side. Nothing helped though, and with a rough tug you found yourself pulled from the foliage and thrown to the ground by a British soldier. When the young man saw it was just a girl, he backed off, sighing heavily and looking back at his superior with a relieved nod. That young man, Newt, ended up becoming your lover, and in truth as handsome as he was, the very need for human affection is what drove you to him to begin with, Stephen just happened to…fall into the same relationship as you two eventually. All of you seeking the same thing, love in a time of hate.

“Don’t talk to me like that.”

You scolded, rolling your eyes and snuggling back into Newt’s chest as he tightened his grip on you. The younger soldier was asleep already, head nestled between the crook of your neck as he breathed softly. Stephen just chuckled at your hurt tone, still smoking his cigarette without a care in the world. He flipped through the pages of a newspaper, half of it burned off from the fire that happened earlier today. Still, he read what he could if only to gain any knowledge he might not already have of the war.

“Come on.”

With your hand held out, you beckoned for the lieutenant to join you both, wanting him to rest at least an hour or two. Stephen seemed reluctant, but he removed the cigarette from his mouth walking over to the bed and setting it on the ash tray. He took a seat against the headboard, one leg still off the bed as the other bent slightly and allowed you to rest your head on his knee. He ran his fingers through your hair, humming a song to himself as you closed your eyes. You reached for his other hand, curling your fingers between his in comfort. He squeezed it gently, a sign that he was still very much here in every way.

“Stop bloody singing…”

Newt groaned in frustration, his tired eyes opening to glare up at his friend and superior. Stephen just scoffed at him, clearly having no intention to do as he was asked from someone much younger than him.

“How about you bloody fuck off, Scamander.”

Newt’s lips stretched into a grin, his green eyes softening when he tilted his head to look at you instead. “Hello, darling.”

“Morning, Newt.”

You leaned back a bit, kissing his cheek affectionately before going back to resting on Stephen’s knee.

“You’re on trench duty, Scamander.”

Newt sighed into your shoulder, kissing it lovingly as he glanced up at the lieutenant.

“Yes, sir.”

You watched them both carefully, smiling at the way they spoke to one another. It was obvious they both cared about each other, and truthfully, when you weren’t around you suspected they still shared a bed together. There were multiple times you had walked in and they would quickly make a distance between themselves. You didn’t understand why they felt the need to hide it from you of all people, the intimacies you’ve all shared in this very bed was beyond the realm of normal for most these days anyway.

From the corner of your eye you could see Stephen’s hand resting on the pillow next to Newt’s head, and you had no doubt he was giving the younger soldier the same affections he had been giving you earlier when he was running his fingers between your locks.

Newt nuzzled into your neck, kissing you a bit more passionately now as he nipped at your pulse. It was all too clear to you that Stephen had ignited a certain part of Newt that only came out in the privacy of Stephen’s tent, not that you had any complaints. The love you all shared with one another was something beautiful in your eyes, twisted as it may seem to others.

“Have your fun, Scamander. Then resume your duties.”

The lieutenant smirked down at Newt, still brushing his fingertips across the younger man’s hair as he riled him up for you. Newt seemed pleased with this, and he tugged you closer to his body as he pressed his lower abdomen against your backside. You could feel the hardened heat of his crotch pressing into you, Stephen’s touch having already gotten him more than aroused.

A gasp fell from your parted lips, and you instinctively pushed back into him, wanting more friction as the warmth between your legs began to build.


You half moaned his name out, still gripping Stephen’s hand in yours as he encouraged Newt to keep going. Which Newt was more than happy to do. He sucked just below your earlobe, knowing after many nights spent together that you were overly sensitive in that spot. He smiled into your heated skin, loving the way you squirmed in his hold. His hands slowly trailed down your front, unbuttoning the top of your dress as he slipped a hand inside.

The minute his roughened fingertips brushed across your nipple you arched back into him, letting out a long moan that conveyed just how badly you suddenly needed him. Newt pressed his lips into your cheek, whispering out sweet words as he ground his hips into you. The pressure alone was enough to make him want to cum, but Stephen scolded him to stop.

“Not yet.”

The lieutenant slid down the headboard, pushing himself up as he found a comfortable spot and laid down next to you. He turned on his side, now sandwiching you between both men the very heat from their bodies making you yearn for so much more.

You gripped Stephen’s uniform, pulling him down so he could kiss you. His lips smashed into yours, tongues tangling and fighting with one another for dominance that he easily gained over you.

Newt watched you both kiss, his breath hitching in his throat as he tried to control the raging desires he was feeling, but how could he when he saw just how needy you both were for this. Newt groaned deeply in want, going back to kissing your neck as he slid his hand up your thigh, pushing the material of your dress up as he exposed your panties. His finger dipped beneath the hem of them, pulling them off slowly as he bit down on your shoulder. His cock was aching terribly behind his pants, and if Stephen wasn’t going to further his relations with you yet, then he would.

Newt pulled away, the sound of his belt coming undone alerting you both. You looked back at him, biting down your lip as you waited for the younger man to take you. Stephen just chuckled at Newt’s eagerness, and he watched intently as his soldier pulled himself free of his restraints.

Newt’s cock was swollen with need, the head of it already leaking drops of cum as he stroked himself. He looked up at Stephen, a silent agreement between the two of them as Stephen grabbed your thigh and lifted it up. He laid it against his own leg, letting you wrap it around his waist as Newt settled himself behind you.

Stephen kissed you on the lips, smirking into them as you gasped loudly, and he used this to his advantage as he pushed his tongue into your mouth. You moaned into the kiss, cupping the lieutenant’s cheek as Newt had begun to thrust into you. His movements were quick, but hard enough to make your legs quiver from the force. The sound of his skin hitting you filled the room, and you whined and moaned into Stephen’s face at the feeling of being completely filled by the younger soldier.

Stephen licked his lips in arousal, eyeing his soldier as he fucked you senseless. If he could just sit and watch this forever he would, but his own need was becoming apparent to him. He needed some form of relief and he was going to get it from one of you. He inched his hand down, snaking it between your body and his as he found your clit. He rubbed at it, creating a rhythm that had you practically screaming at all the sensations.

You threw your head back against Newt’s shoulder, crying out as your body began to stiffen from all the pleasure. Stephen’s fingers worked you wildly, and Newt just kept slamming into you from behind like it was the last time he’d get to make love to you. It wasn’t something you thought you could handle for long, and if Stephen kept that pace up you would be finished in no time.

“Tell the lieutenant how much you like that…”

Newt grunted out, licking the shell of your ear as he smiled over at Stephen. The older man laughed at that, his eyes focused on his soldier as they both awaited your response. You mumbled out a sentence that none of them understood, but you were far too gone to respond coherently.

“You know, it’s considered insubordination if you ignore your superiors.”

Stephen rasped out, his nose pressing into your cheek as he quickened the movement of his fingers.


Newt grinned at your language, not used to hearing you talk like that except for in these moments. But, the very sound of your seductive voice made him just want to move harder, to give you so much pleasure you couldn’t walk for a week or two. He leaned over towards Stephen, his lips inches from his lieutenant’s as he spoke.

“Get inside her…”

Stephen gritted his teeth, the overwhelming desire to kiss the younger man clawing at the back of his mind. He eyed him warily, unsure of what to do, but he simply nodded, removing his hand from between you two and undoing his own belt. You watched with a shade of red on your cheeks as Stephen brought his fingers to his lips, ready to lap off whatever juices from you clung to them. But, Newt grabbed his hand, capturing Stephen’s attention as he leaned forward, green eyes gazing up at his lieutenant as he wrapped his warm tongue around them. He sucked down on Stephen’s fingers, bobbing his head, mimicking exactly what he’s done to him before in a much more intimate setting.

The lieutenant stared in disbelief, not really sure how he felt about Newt doing this in front of you. But, with that sweet mouth sliding around his fingers like that he wasn’t sure he truly cared anymore.


Stephen’s voice was heavy with desire, and you smiled widely, hiding your face between the lieutenant’s neck. You wondered when they’d get around to just letting themselves seek pleasure in each other even when with you. As far as you were concerned, this only made these moments that more pleasurable.

Stephen groaned at the loss of that tongue flicking around his fingers, and he watched as Newt licked his lips, teasing him further. But, he kept his wits about him, swallowing that lump in his throat as he shifted closer. He spread your legs wider, giving himself room to join Newt in pleasuring you.

Both men kissed you, one on the lips, the other on your shoulder trying to distract you from the initial feeling of Stephen pushing inside of you as well.


You clutched Stephen’s jacket, the feeling of being stretched by them both causing a jolt of pain to shoot up your spine. And yet, the idea of it all was enough to make you ease up, wanting to feel both their cocks thrust into you and bring you to completion.

“Bloody hell-”

Newt growled as Stephen’s cock joined his inside your warmth, the feeling of the older man’s length rubbing into his making him want to lose it right then. But, he muffled his moans into your back, grabbing a hold of your hips as he made you lay still.

You let out the breath you were holding, whimpering out as you dropped your forehead against Stephen’s chest. Both men were panting by now, wanting to move but not wanting to hurt you all the same.

“Are you alright?” Stephen whispered into your ear, nuzzling your cheek. You smiled up at him, nodding your head softly as you begged them both to move.

Newt looked at Stephen, his breath quickening when the lieutenant’s eyes met his. They slowly started to move inside you, finally syncing their rhythms as they thrust up and down. By this point, the room was filled with the sound of all your moans and groans, each of you giving into the sensations and wanting more. Newt reached over and grasped Stephen’s jacket, looking at him with such a passion as he pulled him forward.

Their lips crashed into each other, and Stephen finally caved into his desires as he forced his tongue into Newt’s mouth. They kept up their pace, sliding in and out of you as they massaged each other’s tongues. You were far too busy moaning and mumbling out both their names you didn’t even pay attention to them. You just needed to feel that moment of bliss your body so desperately longed for.

Stephen cupped Newt’s cheek, brushing his thumb along his cheekbone as he growled deep into the kiss. He had made up his mind somewhere, that once he was done with you he’d be doing the same thing to his soldier.

“Fuck…” Stephen gasped against Newt’s mouth, shutting his eyes tightly as your walls clenched down around them both. Newt was in no better shape, and he panted out a curse as he came inside of you.

Your body shook with waves of ecstasy, mouth hanging open in a silent scream as your orgasm began to wear off. You sagged back against Newt’s chest, his lips connecting with your sweaty forehead as he smiled.

“Good show, love.”

You giggled, looking back at him as he slowly pulled out of you. Stephen grinned at the younger man’s words, holding your hips gently as he did the same and slipped out.

The lieutenant was still very much in need of relief, but he didn’t press either of you for it. He laid back against the bed, smiling in his current state of bliss.

You looked down at him, noticing his length was still at attention, and you wanted him to reach that perfect high Newt and you already had. With a smirk, you tilted your head back, whispering something to the soldier that Stephen didn’t quite hear or pay attention to.

You lifted yourself up, untangling yourself from Newt’s arms as you straddled the lieutenant’s head. Stephen raised his eyebrow at you, lips lifting at the corner in amusement.

“What are you planning?

You grabbed the headboard in both hands, spreading your legs more and putting your sex on full display for Stephen to see.

“Come on, lieutenant…”

He chuckled at your needy nature, but he ran his hands up your thighs, getting a hold of your waist as he lifted his head. He opened his mouth, tongue coming out as he wasted no time in licking a path up your cunt.

Your nails dug into the headboard, head tilted back as he licked and lapped at your wet folds. Newt looked up at you, smiling when you winked down at him. He rose to his hands and knees, climbing down the bed and hovering just over Stephen’s lap. He glanced up at his superior, licking his lips before he leaned down.

Stephen sucked around your clit, pulling you down more onto his face as you rolled your hips above him. He hungrily buried his face into you, his cock only twitching with need. He was going to reach down and finish himself off, but he released your swollen clit from his lips and gasped out in pleasure.

His head fell onto the pillow, eyes staring up at you as Newt licked around the head of his length.

“Scamander what are-”


You smiled down at Stephen, shushing away his slight discomfort as if to say you knew he wanted this. He simply chuckled, his laugh quickly turning into a drawn out moan as Newt hollowed his cheeks and sucked around him. Stephen closed his eyes, enjoying the heat of the younger man’s mouth around his cock. He gripped your waist once more, pulling you back down and continuing to eat you out. He growled into your heat, bucking his hips up into Newt’s mouth. He was growing closer by the minute, and he muffled as many moans of his as he could against your inner thighs, but you knew he wouldn’t last long. Newt definitely knew how to work his mouth.

The younger man pressed his tongue against the underside of Stephen’s length, his hand curling around him to stroke up and down. The feeling of both lips and hand was slowly drawing Stephen into a mess, and it wasn’t long before you came again, riding out your orgasm astride the lieutenant’s face. He lapped up your juices eagerly, making sure to completely get it all before he too succumbed to his desires.

Newt slid his lips off Stephen, swallowing his seed before wiping at his chin. He took his spot next to you both again, all of you completely spent and sweaty from your love session.

You stretched out on the bed, muscles beginning to relax as the endorphins rushed through them. You curled up next to Stephen, closing your eyes as sleep began to claim you.

The lieutenant kissed your temple, reaching over to the small desk he had and grabbing his cigarette and lighter. He lit the end of it, enjoying the long drag he took. He blew out the smoke, curling his arm around you and tapping Newt on the arm. The soldier looked down at Stephen’s hand, taking the cigarette that was being offered to him.

Newt placed it between his lips, letting it hang there for a second as he rose up and buttoned up his pants again. He slicked his hair back, grabbing his hat from the table and placing it back on his head. He took a quick puff of the cigarette, before handing it back to his superior, and bowing slightly.

“Sir.” He spoke up, giving his regards before heading towards the exit of the tent to get back to work. Stephen watched him go with a smile on his face, knowing he’d be coming around tonight again.


Wowwwww that’s quite possibly the smuttiest shit I’ve written. Lol Ugh. I don’t even know if any of that made sense…..I was so confused half the time. If it did make sense and you liked it, let me know 😂


request:  Hey lovely! Can I request #17 “Stop it! It tickles!” and #49 “Quit touching me. Your feet are cold.” together? Xxx P.S. I love your work. &  Could u pls write one which is a bit sexual like not too much but like a sweet kinda sexual story plssssss

hello loves! i’m going to try and make my next few pieces more lighthearted because that seems to be what you guys want to see, but i do love to write angst, so be prepared for something crazy to drop. also this is going to be an art!harry au because like anyone, its a soft spot for me. anyways, keep sending in requests! hope you enjoy!

warning: smut but not a ton, and it sucks so dont get excited

Quiet nights with Harry are your favorite. With you being a writer and Harry constantly in his studio working on his art, there wasn’t much time for you both to be together, just relaxing. You both loved what you did, especially because you both worked at home, causing you to spend most of your days in the same home, just not the same room. You would go and get lunch together, then arrive home and go back into your respective rooms, yours being your quaint writing room and his being his art studio that was far messier than yours.

Paint was thrown all over the walls, varying in color. You used to keep an extra gallon of the base paint to cover up the splatters that would get sprayed on the walls, but after repainting the wall for a fifth time, you gave up and let Harry cover the walls in whatever he wanted. But after walking in on him throwing random splotches, you were happy with the way he made it. The base of the floor was lined with canvases, holding some of the most beautiful paintings you had ever seen. Harry did sell his paintings throughout London, but most he just kept for himself, the ones that were special to him. Special ones often had something to do with you, whether it be he painted your body, your favorite features, or a special place for the two of you. You loved everything he painted, even if he despised it.

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Captain America 76th Anniversary Celebration Post

The very first Captain America comic has a release date of March 1941, so in order to celebrate the 76th Anniversary of our beloved Steven Grant Rogers, I have asked Tumblr users to submit their favorite Cap comic panels, art, quotes, pictures, meta, gifs, and/or write-ups on what Captain America means to them. And here is what Cap’s fans have to say… (please feel free to reblog and add your own favorite Steve Rogers moments, etc. to this post).

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thatoneyoulove  asked:

Idk where you want requests... Sorry, here goes: I thought you were my best friend so I jumped on you, but it turns out your just a really famous singer trying to get some shopping done without being noticed. Sorry? Or I'm a cop and you hate it, cause you're always worrying about me, but I love that I get to help people, and we try to work it out. Fluffy and worrying. Idk, those were bad, I'm sorry! But love your writing!!! And thank you, sorry if this is the wrong place.

A/N Thank you so much for your requests!! They are both awesome! This is exactly where they should be sent. I decided to go with the first one but may revisit the other at a later date because it seems pretty cool. Thank you for reading my stuff, I hope you enjoy this!


Thirty minutes late. I sighed, pulling out my phone and verifying the time. I should be used to this by now but it was still frustrating. It sucked to be always on time, to stress about punctuality, and then get rewarded for my promptness by waiting for everyone else to arrive. My best friend, Oliver, was the worst offender. Knowing him he’d found some hot guy on his way into the store and was currently chatting up his latest conquest, oblivious to the fact that I was haunting the home goods store, circling the aisles in a random pattern and avoiding the workers.

“Where are you?” I texted him, considering 30 minutes enough time waiting to not be considered a nag. And really, to be fair (to me), it was 45 minutes. Like the neurotic freak I am, I had arrived 15 minutes early. The sales people in the store probably thought I was nuts.

I did another circle of the lighting department, staring at the ornate lamps on display and fingering the delicate tassels on the shades. There was a blue Victorian inspired one I was especially fond of. I was ogling the intricate embroidery on it when I finally spotted him. His back was to me but I recognized his slim build with surprisingly broad shoulders. His dark hair was covered by a baseball cap.

Sneaking up behind him, I put my hands on his shoulders and jumped on his back. “Finally!” I said, “I’ve been waiting for you for ages.”

“What the fuck?” I instantly went stiff, sliding down his back and stepping away, my eyes growing wide. Fuck! Oliver didn’t have an Irish accent.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorr…” I started to apologize, absolutely mortified. The words died on my lips as my poor accosted stranger turned and I was confronted by the bluest eyes I have ever seen. His forehead was creased as he looked at me, obviously annoyed by my assault. He was fidgeting irritably with a phone and water bottle in his hands, shifting them from one to the other as he took a deep breath.

“Look, I woulda taken a picture with ya. You didn’t need to jump on me.”

“I’m sorry?” I asked, confused. A picture?

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Midnight Luxe (Part 3)

Originally posted by hobilu

(Part 1) (Part 2)  (Part 4)  (Part 5)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: University AU/ Angst / Smut

Summary: Your life was nothing but a drag until you met Jeon Jungkook. The alluring and beautiful fashion design student who asked you to model for his upcoming runway show, the man who turned your life upside down. Soon you find yourself pulled into his eccentric group of friends and their enticing world of fashion, sex and music, a world that may ultimately leave your heart in pieces. 

Inspired by the anime/manga Paradise Kiss :)

Light poured in from the library window as you sat hunched over a large pile of books. You’d only been studying for an hour and already your focus was wavering. Your staying power while working used to be impeccable, it wasn’t like you to be so easily distracted.

You tried so desperately to carefully read the words written down in front of you, yet your mind wouldn’t stop wondering.

Of course, you knew whose fault it was: Jeon Jungkook’s. Lately he was all you could think about. Every large and small detail about him was haunting you, from the sound of his laughter, to his arrogant smirk and surprisingly hardworking nature, he seemed to refuse to get out of your head.

You sighed heavily and slammed your head against the book laid out before you, an older woman sat at an adjacent table gave you a funny look before returning to what she was reading. You couldn’t bring yourself to care about how odd you must have looked. The only thing you cared about was Jungkook and his friends.  

How had your priorities changed so quickly? A few weeks ago your only goal had been to get into your top choice of university, and now that dream seemed so irrelevant it was almost laughable. You’d never wanted it that much in the first place you supposed.

Three days. That’s what he’d told you last night. He’d asked you so earnestly, and as he had spoken, behind the look of determination in his eyes there had been something more, a softness to them that hadn’t been present before, almost like he was pleading.  Every time you thought about that look, you could feel your heart going wild in your chest, beating so quickly it felt as if it could burst out at any second.

You realised you’d completely lost focus again and did your best to bring yourself back, staring intently at the large unappealing blocks of black text. The words just seemed to merge together.

About five minutes later you heard the sound of a chair dragging against the wooden flooring. You glanced briefly upwards to see a man sitting down opposite you at the table, however you quickly looked down in disinterest. He had a baseball cap and sunglasses on which you couldn’t help but find odd, why would you need all that on indoors? Without giving it too much more thought you tried to focus back onto the book in front of you, you had been staring so intently you didn’t even notice the man take off his hat and sunglasses.

When you looked up and caught his eye, you swear you felt chills running down your spine. Deep brown eyes interlocked with yours, his gaze as fiercely intense as ever.

“Oh” you both said in unison, he raised his eyebrows in shock and gave a half smile.

“Jungkook….what are you doing here?” you mumbled quietly, the library was so silent you didn’t dare raise your voice any higher.

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QuickTypes: Marvel Cinematic Universe Phase 2/Part 2


Maya Hansen - INFJ

Maya is a woman of vision, a scientist looking to accomplish great things and change the world. She is fond of making comparisons, very definite in what she believes is going to happen, and consciously trying to manipulate future events, whether immediate or right down the line, to go the way she wants them to. She sees how things are connected and aspires to use those connections. She has a good sense of other peoples’ emotions, and has a playful side that enjoys manipulating them and seeing their reactions (like when she pretends to have a kid waiting in the car), and is capable of assuming different emotional aspects in order to convince people of which version of herself she needs them to see right now. She’s a logical scientist constantly chasing answers and figuring out how everything fits into a bigger picture (Ni/Ti); she hopes to benefit the maximum number of people possible with her discoveries and make the world a better place for all mankind, but not out of any internal sense of ethics; Tony calls her out for her lack of internal ethics, and she appears to derive her sense of right or wrong entirely from the outside (Fe).

Aldrich Killian - ENTJ

Killian is driven towards achieving his long-term goals by whatever means necessary. He’s objective, logical and sums up everything around him dispassionately in order to discover the most immediate means of getting things to go his way (Te, though a negative version of it.) He has a grand vision for how things will work; he recounts the night on the rooftop when Tony ditched him as a moment of inspiration, and instead of clinging onto that past experience as a subjective painful one, he sees how it ties into the greater scheme of his life and tells Tony thank you for that pain (Ni). He wants to achieve grand things and rule from the sidelines, since he realized that night that his anonymity gave him great power. He tries to keep his emotions out of what he does; he’s attracted to Pepper and harbors a grudge against Tony, yet he still offers Tony a job in EXTREMIS since Tony’s the only one to ever figure it out (inferior Fi).

Happy Hogan - ISFJ

Happy’s a stitchler for rules and etiquette. He believes in wearing your badge, playing by the established order, and working within the system. He wishes things could go back to the way they used to be, regretting Tony’s involvement with the Avengers; he has a nostalgia for the old-fashioned, as Tony recounts Downton Abbey is his favorite show (Si-dom). He’s quick to sense peoples’ emotions and act on what he perceives. He calls people out for breaking the rules and acts as a kind of tattle-tale. He mostly reacts to the moment, to what he sees, but occasionally displays an inner intuition and follows his gut (inferior Ne.)

Mandarin/Trevor Slattery - ESTP

Slattery is a man of momentary pleasures and little thought for consequences; he’s a lifetime drug addict who will do anything for a fix, a luxurious apartment, beer and girls; he cheers for his favorite sports team on TV even when he’s got a gun to his head. He’s an actor and one who lives in the physical embodiment of a role, who enjoys the attention and flattery of a captive audience - even if that audience is literally captive, or if he’s being led to prison while they stare in awe. He does what’s practical to get what he wants (Se/Ti) and seems to have no internal sense of ethics. His Fe comes out mostly in how he enjoys attention and adulation. He gets into his acting rules, throwing his Se and Fe into the creation of the grand idea, which may also appeal to his inferior Ni.


Malekith - ISTJ

Malekith is still trying, after millennia, to recreate the world of darkness he was born in, to turn e everything back to the way it was. He shows allegiance only to the past, only to trying to mold the world into the one he remembers and needs (negatively influenced Si dominant). He’s objective and coldly determined to do whatever it takes to reach his goals, which includes sacrificing the lives of his own people in order to escape and win against Odin, something that causes Thor to compare him and Odin (ESTJ), since they both display this negative Te trait (my goal is more important). He doesn’t have much of a plan at play, though; it’s basically just follow the laid-out steps, get the same weapon I had before, and do the same thing I did the first time. No revising the plan, just following out the order.  

Ian - INFP

Ian’s main trait is constantly insisting that Darcy call him by his actual name, instead of just ‘the intern’. He has a strong sense of identity and is likely motivated internally, by the people he cares about. He’s fairly sweet, affectionate and friendly in general, and seems to be interning with Jane and Darcy for the sake of working with those he respects rather than much interest in science (Fi dominant). He’s quick to calculate possibilities and notice connections between things, which proves useful in locating Selvig (Ne aux). He’s calculating enough to utilize the zero-gravity effects in the battle to save Darcy’s life (using his Te-inferior logic there.)


Sam Wilson ESFP

Sharon Carter ENFP

Sharon is not a woman who accepts things blindly. She asks questions, she digs deeper, she searches for connections. She won’t just blindly march to what Pierce is telling her and the agents to do; she needs to know why. She keeps a lot of secrets and a lot of the things that matter the most to her closely guarded; she never told anyone she was related to Peggy Carter, because of how much that reputation would be to live up to. She fights for what she believes in, regardless of what others expect; she does what’s right, or what she sees as right, in her heart. (Fi). She’s authoritative and quick to issue commands; put in a definitive position as a SHIELD agent and assigned to be in charge of many tasks. (Te tert). She does look to her past and her childhood for inspiration, particularly to Aunt Peggy and the words she grew up with.

Alexander Pierce INFP

Pierce is mostly motivated by his own internal feelings about right and wrong, as warped as that moral compass may be. It’s very important to him that things and people have their own separate identities - he’s introduced correcting the council about the enemy’s political identity. He wants to take care of people and make the world a better place; he believes in this personally because he saw what Nick Fury was willing to do for that protection. He tries to appeal to the Winter Soldier’s internal sense of righteousness, talking about HYDRA’s grand goals. Fi dominant villain. He sees quick connections between things, is very speedy to spot how various things could go wrong and in what way they could connect. He has some symbolic ideas about his plan, but not in an Ni-dominant sense; he doesn’t talk so much about his grand vision, more about how the past influences him in the here and now (Ne/Si). His Te is cold an ruthless, but doesn’t show up that much in his personality; it’s mostly an afterthought, utilized to  control things when they need to be controlled.

Brock Rumlow ISFJ

Rumlow generally follows orders and relays information. He’s obedient to the system and works diligently within it, day by day, to achieve the  goals his bosses have set out. He relays things in great detail and is very specific in all incidents. He acts based on how things have been before. He’s good at emotional manipulating, appealing to Steve’s feelings about Bucky or claiming his attack isn’t personal in order to manipulate Cap into a position of vulnerability. He’s aware enough of consequences to take Steve and the others someplace private in order to avoid killing them in public.


Peter Quill ENTP

Gamora ISTP

Drax the Destroyer ESTP

Rocket Raccoon ENTJ

Groot ISFP

Ronan the Accuser ISTJ

Nebula ISTJ

Yondu Udanta ISFP

Yondu is primarily concerned with two things: his reputation among the Ravagers, and his caring for Peter Quill. He does care about Peter, but doesn’t want to admit it because that will make him look weak. He sees his own act of compassion on Quill from years ago - that is, not allowing the Ravagers to eat him - as some kind of great nobility and is enraged that Quill isn’t grateful. He’s very vulnerable to his feelings for Peter and easily manipulated by them (Fi dominant). He reacts to the moment a lot and enjoys adventure, taking chances, and utilizing whatever’s around him right now for the better (Se aux).


Wanda Maximoff ISFP

Pietro Maximoff ENFP

Vision INTJ

Ultron ISFP


Scott Lang ISTP

Hope Van Dyne INTJ

Hank Pym  ESFP

Pym is generally a man of action, someone who reacts to the situation at hand and seeks the most direct way out of it. (Se, with tertiary Te thrown in.) He’s motivated a great deal by his inner emotions and fears, and perceptive into those of others. He appeals to Scott’s desire to see his daughter again, to other peoples’ sense of morality, rather than simply trying to logically persuade them - although he’s willing to do that to if emotions don’t work. He puts his love for his daughter above the good of the mission - Hope would be the better person to carry out the heist, but Hank cannot lose her and therefore uses Scott. (Fi aux, Te text). He’s quick to manipulate circumstances in his favor, and has a sense of how things will fall out in the future. However, he doesn’t use Ni all that much; it’s most likely his inferior function, since he isn’t interested in any grand schemes for the future and mostly intent on solving the problem at hand; he rarely speaks in metaphors or discusses how symbolism works into his plans. He just executes them.

Darren Cross ESFJ

Cross is very eager to please others and wants to be applauded and adulated for his accomplishments. He discusses his feelings a lot, out loud, and doesn’t do much to hide who he truly is. He’s mostly an affable villain who enjoys making small talk with/getting to know his opponents. He wants to make people happy and bring in others into his joy, and to support what each member brings to his team (Fe dominant.) He bases most of what he does on the past and the legends he heard when he was younger; he follows what Hank did to create much the same design. (Si auxiliary) He enjoys ideas and new possibilities, and although he’s quite nostalgic and receptive to what he experienced before, he’s also eager to get going on new plans for the future.  (Ne tertiary).

Phase 3 in Progress! Would love to see submissions for QuickTypes (or full on types) of Civil War, Dr Strange, Guardians Vol 2, and Spider-Man Homecoming - and will probably compile any submissions into Part 3/Phase 3. Keep em coming -mysterylover123

Reboot [Part 1]

Originally posted by bobbedrake

Summary: A new member aids the avengers in temporary place of Bucky while he’s in Cryo, but no one knew exactly how temporary she was really going to be.

Warnings/Themes: Eventual BuckyxReader, this chapter has no warnings really except cussing, you always get cussing from me. 

Author’s Note: Hey, been awhile! Didn’t realize how much of a struggle finding muse to write could really be ;v; sorry guys, I guess this blog will only be for when I have the time and inspiration to write, it won’t be consistent, but I’m excited to start a new (and my first) series here. Got this idea in the shower, so strap in for as-I’m-writing ideas lmao There is no planning. 

Also beware of that awk POV change from third to second person lmao…

Y/N = Your Name

Tony Stark stands with his back facing the newly-established avengers tower. He brings one hand to the opposite wrist, discreetly playing with the cuff-link as he waits for your arrival. 

“Tony-” a voice started behind him. It was Steve. 

The super soldier makes his way steadily behind the billionaire before stopping a comfortable distance and continuing his sentence. “Are you sure this is a good idea? We just got most of the team back together. Don’t you think it’s a little too early to be introducing a new member?” 

Tony straightens up at this, stopping his anxious gesture and turning with his usual cocky-demeanor. He was still far from being on good terms with Steve and there was no way in hell he was going to let Captain America question his motives now. 

“She’s good people, Cap. She’s strong and she can handle herself.”

“That’s not my point-”

Tony raises a hand to interrupt the blonde before finishing his part

“Right now, your buddy’s on ice. Look, I get it. It’s been a few weeks since it happened, but Cap- if you want this team to be what it used to be- we need to get back on track. How do we do that? I’ll tell ya! While Kitty and his team find a way to knock those trigger words out of his head, we need a temporary placeholder to help us on missions. (Y/N)’s strong and I know her. Why don’t you give her a chance like I’m giving Tin Man his, huh?”

Steve’s jaw clenches at the insensitive tone his friend was giving off. After all they had been through, Tony still decided that being a complete asshat was a good option. He opens his mouth to speak but was cut off by the loud chopping of helicopter blades.

Like it or not, Tony’s little guest was arriving. 

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American Woman

PAIRING: Reader x Steve Rogers -(mentions of past reader x Tony)


WARNINGS: swearing, little bit of angst! 

Request from @highchu​ - Hey doll! May I request Steve Rogera x reader based on Lenny Kravitz “American Woman”? Ps!Your writing is amasing and your cute af 😚

I’m now obsessed with this song I listened to it that much for inspiration lol, Enjoy xx


Originally posted by master-of-duct-tape

Huh, American woman, stay away from me
American woman, mama let me be

One of the many things that Steve had to get use to the idea of waking up seventy years in the future was women. It was still a foreign concept to him; even after the serum he generated a lot of female attention. But when he was the skinny kid from Brooklyn he had Bucky to take the role of womanizer. Steve liked to think he had a type when it came to the opposite sex. Someone who was strong and independent, someone who wasn’t afraid to stand up for what was right, maybe that’s why he fell for Peggy all those years ago. But he missed his chance making the decision to put the fait of the word before his and Peggy’s. Now he had a new team of hero’s to look out for and that included you. 

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mentacomchocolate  asked:

I would like to see a AU with the Eldarya guys in a police station (pleeeease, give me a police officer Valkyon!)

Hang on… the Guard of El is not a medieval police station? What about those underground cells? And Miiko and Leiftan’s good-cop-bad-cop-add-Jamon routine? o_o  

Oh, all right. Let’s assume the Guard of El has been given badges, handguns, and sirens they can stick on top of their car to tell traffic on the road to clear out. Are they going to be any more efficient?

… …Why am I even asking…? -_-

Nevra, the Detective

The star of the El Police Department’s investigative division: the high-flying lead detective with the unerring nose who never works in anything but dashing black. (Hey, being a plainclothes officer means he can actually dress the way he likes on the job. And despite what colleagues might say, he does need the sable cashmere scarf, the tight black trench coat, and the designer leather ankle-boots because… it gets cold in the city and he’s not going to miss a day of work because of the flu.)

Anyway. Nevra will be happy to confirm that 1.) he does have a very acute sense of smell, and 2.) he has never failed a case since joining the department, even after the Oracle’s fall. Once he’s on the trail, you can bet that he’s going to unearth answers and produce an arrest warrant for so-and-so. (Actually getting the reprobate into a cell isn’t his job though.) In fact, there is no such thing as a cold case in his book; merely one that’s…. waiting patiently for more evidence. (If you try riffling through his office, you’ll find years of ‘not-cold cases’. But don’t say a word to anyone, or Nevra will be after your ass for ruining his image as ‘the Bloodhound of El’. And for bypassing that custom lock on his office door.)      

For all his over-achieving tendencies, Nevra’s actually a popular guy in his department: charming, amiable, savvy, extremely loyal to the force, and the best man you can have for either a night of swing dancing or a weekend football match. The only catch: think twice about inviting your girlfriend. And sometimes your boyfriend. There’s a running poll in the office on how many disgruntled exes have tried stabbing him with a cafeteria steak knife this year. And a second poll on how many ‘damsels in distress’ that visited his office this half-year have walked away decidedly less damsel-like.

Also, be careful when working with Nevra on the field. His loyalty to the department can’t be questioned, but there’s a reason why he works primarily with his loyal canine companion Shaitan (AKA the world’s most terrifying police dog). Ex-partners will warn you that he never gives up a chase, even when outgunned and kneed where it hurts the most (and yes… they do have a few stories about that….)      

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Death of the Author 1 / 3

Here it is: the final installment in the Grauntie Ford AU! I will probably  will definitely might write more short fic in this ‘verse, but this is the last real plotty longfic I have planned for this series. Don’t let the title worry you too much; this is definitely still a fix-it fic.

Previous installments are available under the tag or on AO3. If you haven’t read any of them, this may not make much sense to you.

Part One // Part Two // Part Three

on AO3

It had been an unseasonably cold night, close to the end of May but feeling more like early March, an icy wind blowing off the ocean and carrying the smell of salt inland with the roiling purple clouds, until the whole world seemed to be at the bottom of a vast, dark sea. The moon peeked through cracks in the cloud cover only in slivers, lighting the tips and edges of the clouds in a fine silver filigree. Most of the illumination had come from the streetlights, casting yellow circles in the blue dark visible outside of Ford’s window.

She could still remember the chill that had radiated from that window, the salt smell and hint of petrichor from the impending storm, permeating the air for feet from the slightly warped glass. The window had been as old as all of Pines Pawns, and in about as good repair, leaking cold air into the room in winter and making Stanley complain that he might as well sleep outside.

Ford had never been sure if the leaking window seal was responsible for the cold filling her chest as she’d watched her brother’s duffel bag land on the sidewalk in front of him. She’d wanted to believe that. That it was only the night air, and the warp in the thick, old glass making Stanley look twisted and nearly unrecognisable, and the smell of the sea and the storm that hadn’t yet broken.

Everything was different, now. But the cold feeling was exactly the same, turning each limb to immobile ice as Ford stood on the porch of the ramshackle house in Oregon, transfixed by the sight of Stanley’s fez lying discarded on the lawn.

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Native American Animal Signs: Meanings for Native Zodiac Wisdom

Native American animal symbols can encompass just about all the animals, and their symbolic representation to the many tribes of the Americas.

To narrow down the focus a bit, this page is devoted to birth animals - or zodiac animals.

Many Native American cultures have the belief that a person is assigned an animal upon the time of birth.

Below are interpreted Native American symbols of the zodiac and the characteristics for each one.

Another source of Native American animal symbols is the Animal Totems.

Otter: Jan 20 - Feb 18
A little quirky, and unorthodox, the Otter is a hard one to figure sometimes. Perceived as unconventional, the Otter methods aren’t the first ones chosen to get the job done. This is a big mistake on the part of others - because although unconventional, the Otter’s methods are usually quite effective. Yes, the Otter has unusual way of looking at things, but he/she is equipped with a brilliant imagination and intelligence, allowing him/her an edge over every one else. Often very perceptive and intuitive, the Otter makes a very good friend, and can be very attentive. In a nurturing environment the Otter is sensitive, sympathetic, courageous, and honest. Left to his/her own devices, the Otter can be unscrupulous, lewd, rebellious, and isolated.

Wolf: Feb 19 - Mar 20
Deeply emotional, and wholly passionate, the Wolf is the lover of the zodiac in both the physical and philosophical sense of the word. The Wolf understands that all we need is love, and is fully capable of providing it. Juxtaposed with his/her fierce independence - this Native American animal symbol is a bit of a contradiction in terms. Needing his/her freedom, yet still being quite gentle and compassionate - we get the picture of the “lone wolf” with this sign. In a nurturing environment the Wolf is intensely passionate, generous, deeply affectionate, and gentle. Left to his/her own devices the Wolf can become impractical, recalcitrant, obsessive, and vindictive.

Falcon: Mar 21 - Apr 19 
A natural born leader, the Falcon can always be looked upon for clear judgment in sticky situations. Furthermore, the characteristics for this Native American animal symbol never wastes time, rather he/she strikes while the iron is hot, and takes action in what must be done. Ever persistent, and always taking the initiative, the Falcon is a gem of a personality to have for projects or team sports. The Falcon can be a little on the conceited side - but he/she is usually right in his/her opinions - so a little arrogance is understood. In a supportive environmental the Falcon “soars” in his/her ability to maintain passion and fire in relationships, and always remaining compassionate. Left to his/her own devices, the Falcon can be vain, rude, intolerant, impatient, and over-sensitive.  

Beaver: Apr 20 - May 20 
Take charge, adapt, overcome - this is the Beaver motto. Mostly business, the Beaver is gets the job at hand done with maximum efficiency and aplomb. Strategic, and cunning the Beaver is a force to be reckoned with in matters of business and combat. One might also think twice about engaging the Beaver in a match of wits - as his/her mental acuity is razor sharp. The Beaver has everything going for him/her - however tendencies toward “my way or the highway” get them in trouble. Yes, they are usually right, but the bearer of this Native American animal symbol may need to work on tact. In a nurturingenvironment the Beaver can be compassionate, generous, helpful, and loyal. Left to his/her own devices the Beaver can be nervous, cowardly, possessive, arrogant, and over-demanding.

Deer: May 21 - Jun 20
This Native American animal symbol is the muse of the zodiac. The Deer is inspiring lively and quick-witted. With a tailor-made humor, the Deer has a tendency to get a laugh out of anyone. Excellent ability for vocalizing, the Deer is a consummate conversationalist. This combined with his/her natural intelligence make the Deer a must-have guest at dinner parties. Always aware of his/her surroundings, and even more aware of his/her appearance, the Deer can be a bit self-involved. However, the Deer’s narcissism is overlooked because of his/her congeniality and affability. In a supportive environment the Deer’s natural liveliness and sparkly personality radiate even more. He/she is an inspiring force in any nurturing relationship. Left to his/her own devices the Deer can be selfish, moody, impatient, lazy, and two-faced. 

Woodpecker: Jun 21 - Jul 21
Woodpeckers are usually the most nuturing of all the Native American animal symbols. The consummate listener, totally empathic and understanding, the Woodpecker is the one to have on your side when you need support. Of course, they make wonderful parents, and equally wonderful friends and partners. Another proverbial feather in the Woodpeckers cap is the tendency to be naturally frugal, resourceful, and organized. In a nurturing environment the Woodpecker is of course caring, devoted, and very romantic. Left to his/her own devices the Woodpecker can be possessive, angry, jealous, and spiteful.

Salmon: Jul 22 - Aug 21
Electric, focused, intuitive, and wholly creative, the Salmon is a real live-wire. His/her energy is palpable. A natural motivator, the Salmon’s confidence and enthusiasm is easily infectious. Soon, everybody is onboard with the Salmon - even if the idea seems too hair-brained to work. Generous, intelligent, and intuitive, it’s no wonder why the Salmon has no shortage of friends. This Native American animal symbol expresses a need for purpose and goals, and has no trouble finding volunteers for his/her personal crusades. In a supportive environment, the Salmon is stable, calm, sensual, and giving. Left to his/her own devices, those that bear this Native American animal symbol can be egotistical, vulgar, and intolerant of others.

Bear: Aug 22 - Sep 21
Pragmatic, and methodical the Bear is the one to call when a steady hand is needed. The Bear’s practicality and level-headedness makes him/her an excellent business partner. Usually the voice of reason in most scenarios, the Bear is a good balance for Owls. The Bear is also gifted with an enormous heart, and a penchant for generosity. However, one might not know it as the Bear tends to be very modest, and a bit shy. In a loving environmentthis Native American animal symbol showers love and generosity in return. Further, the Bear has a capacity for patience and temperance, which makes him/her excellent teachers and mentors. Left to his/her own devices the bear can be skeptical, sloth, small-minded and reclusive. 

Raven: Sep 22 - Oct 22 
Highly enthusiastic, and a natural entrepreneur, the Crow is quite a charmer. But he/she doesn’t have to work at being charming - it comes easily. Everyone recognizes the Crow’s easy energy, and everyone turns to the Crow for his/her ideas and opinions. This is because the Crow is both idealistic and diplomatic and is quite ingenious. In nurturing environments this Native American animal symbol is easy-going, can be romantic, and soft-spoken. Further, the crow can be quite patient, and intuitive in relationships. Left to his/her own devices, the Crow can be demanding, inconsistent, vindictive, and abrasive.

Snake: Oct 23 - Nov 22
Most shamans are born under this Native American animal symbol. The Snake is a natural in all matters of spirit. Easily attuned to the ethereal realm the Snake makes an excellent spiritual leader. Also respected for his/her healing capacities, the Snake also excels in medical professions. The Snake’s preoccupation with matters intangible often lead others to view them as mysterious, and sometimes frightening. True, the Snake can be secretive, and a bit dark - he/she is also quite sensitive, and caring. In a supportive relationship the cool Snake can be passionate, inspiring, humorous, and helpful. Left to his/her own devices, the Snake can be despondent, violent, and prone to abnormal mood swings.

Owl: Nov 23 - Dec 21
Changeable and mutable as the wind, the Owl is a tough one to pin down. Warm, natural, with an easy-going nature, the Owl is friend to the world. The bearer of this Native American animal symbol is notorious for engaging in life at full speed, and whole-hearted loves adventure. This can be to his/her detriment as the Owl can be reckless, careless, and thoughtless. Owls make great artists, teachers, and conservationists. However, due to his/her adaptability and versatility - the Owl would likely excel in any occupation. In a supportive, nurturing environment the Owl is sensitive, enthusiastic, and an attentive listener. Left to his/her own devices, the Owl can be excessive, overindulgent, bitter, and belligerent.

Goose: Dec 22 - Jan 19
If you want something done - give it to the Goose. Persevering, dogged, and ambitious to a fault, the Goose sets goals for accomplishment, and always obtains them. The goose is determined to succeed at all cost - not for the approval of other - but those with this Native American animal symbol competes with his/her own internal foe. Driven is the watchword for the Goose’s dominating personality trait - which makes them excellent in business and competitive sports. When tempered with supportive, nurturing family and friends, the Goose excels in all things he/she attempts. In a loving environment the Goose can be very passionate, humorous, gregarious, and even sensual. However, lead to his/her own devises, the Goose may fall into obsessive or addictive behaviors that will inevitably be his/her demise.

anonymous asked:

If I may. Would you explain why you have an issue with the Catwoman murder thing? Honestly would like your take and reasoning as to me it makes sense as she's always going between the two sides of the law.

I was debating whether or not I was going to answer this because I really, really, really don’t want to talk about this anymore. Talking about DC Comics brings so much negativity to this blog and I just want to move onto the part where I spend the rest of my life forgetting this ever happened and ignoring the struggle bus that is DC Comics. But since I keep getting asked and this is all I can do to stop myself from rage crying on behalf of Catwoman’s good name fine. But this is the last time. Since I’m not really expecting anyone to read this in its entirety a couple of things:

1) This is a blog about a ship. This is not the appropriate forum for philosophical debates on whether terrorists who kill children have a right to live so don’t bother hitting up my inbox to tell me whether or not you think Catwoman’s murders were justified. I won’t respond to it. I won’t even read it. It will be deleted. 

2) Don’t even think about @-ing me to bring up Hydra Cap to justify or excuse what’s happened to Catwoman. Publicity stunt or not Hydra Cap was offensive, disrespectful to his creators, and a perversion of his character. 

The idea that making Catwoman a serial killer is okay because “she’s always going between two sides of the law” makes absolutely no sense. I’m okay with making changes to and modernizing characters but I believe wholeheartedly they the should retain their most principle chacteristics that make them recognizably themselves. Catwoman had never been a malicious killer. It goes against everything she’s ever stood for. How do we know this? Through her repeated thoughts, actions, and all those times she point blank said “I don’t kill people.”

Even in her earliest appearances she indicates that she values human life.

Catwoman is an anti hero, no doubt about that, but she has always cared about women, children, the poor, and otherwise disenfranchised. This has never entailed alternating between saving lives and murdering literally hundreds of people. That implies that Catwoman has no moral standards whatsoever. Tom King revealing that Catwoman murdered a comedically high number of people because they were part of some terrorist organization that attacked an orphanage is such weak sauce. King knows this is out of character for Catwoman and is trying to come up with an excuse to try to justify it. Catwoman has even saved the Joker’s worthless life.

I’m going to borrow the words from Brandon Mulholand at who articulated the problem with this perfectly:

Perhaps King is hoping to justify her transgression by illuminating that her victims were terrorists that deserved it because they killed little kids. While that is some seriously ghastly stuff, and I’m not questioning whether or not someone who kills kids has the right to live or not, I find it beyond annoying that King would decide to tack that kind of history onto a beloved character like Catwoman.

It messes with the character.  He isn’t putting himself into the character and having them react the way they would to a given situation. He’s making them react the way he wants them to so that he can tell the story he wants.  And that is so not cool with me.

Killing anyone because they killed children, as gruesome as that is, is not something that would drive Catwoman to kill. Catwoman spared lives of the many people who threatened her own infant daughter’s life. 

Furthermore Catwoman is shown to be extremely vindictive when wronged and has extracted her vengeance a number of different ways over the years. This has never included killing anyone. Even when Catwoman killed Black Mask it wasn’t for revenge. He killed her brother in law, tortured her sister into catatonia, brutalized her loved ones, and beat Stephanie Brown to death. This went on for years, but Catwoman killing Black Mask had nothing to do with revenge. She believed that she would be protecting lives by killing him and did what she thought was the most right thing given the situation.

Comparing the story of how Catwoman came to kill Black Mask to the nonsense Tom King invented for the convenience of his story makes the whole thing worse. The story of Catwoman and Black Mask was constructed over several years by multiple writers that contributed a layer of complexity to the story. It wasn’t something and she was happy or unphased by like she was in King’s story. It took years for the tension between them to build enough and unrelenting attacks on her, her loved ones, and other innocent people before Catwoman decided to kill Black Mask. Catwoman agonized over whether she should do it and worried about how it would change her. We don’t get any of that from Tom King. We don’t get to see Catwoman’s thought process: we were just flippantly told about it in a story that’s not even her’s. At the very least it’s a piss poor way of constructing a story.

To me Catwoman has always been a fun character. By that I mean she’s doesn’t get bogged down with grimdark. I think there’s something really inspiring about the fact that despite having suffered through more unimaginable tragedies than any person should Catwoman was never defined it. She overcame it and it made her a stronger person. Look at the radically different ways that Batman and Catwoman have responded to their trauma. Batman is completely defined by it. He spends his nights dressed as a bat, karate chopping bad guys because he can’t get past it. Catwoman doesn’t really look back the way that he does. She stills allows herself to be happy and is still a generally joyful character. I think seeing the way she’s able to process and recover inspires Batman that maybe he can too and have a happier, brighter future. That bit about Catwoman wishing that Batman would lose hope so that they could be together added insult to injury.

Making Catwoman a serial killer will completely define her. The thing that separated her from the other Rogues was her lack of propensity for violence. This will never make me able to see the character the same way. Instead of a being flawed but good natured and fun I’ll always see her as someone with something dark and sinister inside of her. Instead of seeing someone who has the strength to overcome any hardship that’s thrown her way I’ll see her someone who buckles to carnal blood lust and in her own words slit the throats of hundreds of people and those were the lucky ones, and that takes away so much of my ability to enjoy the character.

You know why Batman doesn’t kill people? It’s not just about laws and justice: it’s about human decency. Again going to borrow a quote:

Batman needs to prove that it is not just laws that keep us in line, but basic human decency and our natural instinct NOT to kill. If Batman can prove this, then others will be inspired by his example (the citizens of Gotham, but again, also the readers), just as we are all inspired every day to keep civilization running smoothly and not descend into violence, anarchy, and chaos. This ability to be decent in the face of the horrors and temptations present all around us is humanity’s superpower, the superpower of each of us. The struggle of Batman and the Joker is the internal struggle of each of us. But we are inspired by Batman’s example, not the Joker’s, because Batman always wins the argument, because he has not killed the Joker.

One of the most paramount things that Catwoman provides to the Batman universe is a more nuanced understanding of morality. She’s by far the most benign of the Rogues and although she’s an unapologetic criminal the fact that she cares about people and always does the right thing when it really matters provides Batman with a less black and white understanding of right and wrong. This makes him a better crime fighter and defender of justice. This can only be accomplished if Catwoman remains a generally nonviolent character. Now that Catwoman has this absurdly high kill count that cannot be said. She’s now just another Rogue. She can kill as indiscriminately as she wants and it wouldn’t make a damn bit of difference. Arguing that it’s somehow okay because Catwoman kills subjectively deserving people is a weak argument. It’s lazy storytelling. There’s no depth. It takes the complexity and conflict out of the story. Why not have Catwoman just kill the Joker then? What’s another kill when she has a 200+ body count. Likewise having Batman seeming to not care that Catwoman is a serial killer when going to her for help is an affront to his character.

What is the narrative value of this? What was King trying to accomplish? What is this contributing to the story or the character? This arc is supposed to setting up Justice League vs. Suicide Squad so what does Catwoman being a serial killer have anything to do with that? It takes away so much from the character and King doesn’t have a good enough reason for doing so.

Am I overreacting? If I am it’s because my patience and goodwill towards DC Comics expired a long time ago. I know how comic books work. I know King could explain this away or reveal that Catwoman was innocent the entire time due to some ridiculous circumstances later on. Even if he doesn’t writers have had no problem ret-conning problematic material written by other writers no matter how long it had been considered canon. This very well may not be permanent, but I’ve had more than enough shock value and gimmicks to last me a lifetime and would very much like to get to actually good stories with strong characterization but I guess that’s asking for too much. 

tldr: It’s a complete abomination.

Day 1: Introduction

Every great world starts somewhere, and here is where we’ll start: Pitch your world! Put into words what your world is about, why it’s unique, what you aim to explore with it!

This prompt is a deceptively simple tradition. Most likely if you’ve yet to crystalize your world into a few paragraphs, then you may feel at a loss for words. This may be what a reader reads at the beginning of a book, or in the details of an amazon listing, this is the catch, the draw, it has to hook onto something, it has to get someone nodding along like, “Go on…”

More so, this world has to interest yourself as well. You can’t work intimately on a world that doesn’t get your blood pumping or questions flowing. This is a work of passion, so defining those hooks will help remind you why you want this world to come alive!

If you need some inspiration maybe crack open the amazon listings of your favorite books and read a blurb about them, or just think about what first comes to your mind when you think about those worlds.

This introduction may also form the design philosophy behind your whole project as well. If you pitch a world as a world of high adventure, you may sit back later and ask yourself, “Does this element I’m adding invoke adventure? Does it contrast well with the adventurous themes that are already present?” If you describe your world as mysterious, you might then make decisions that inspire tension based off of unanswered questions and may even cook in mysteries and false truths right into your world. High fantasy, low fantasy, introspective, immense, complex, simple, strange, sincere, fast, slow, there are many words you can use to describe your world, which you then have to back up.

Of course a world can evolve in your hands, you felt you were making a world of intrigue, but then it turned into a world moved by swashbuckling heroism. However, if you ever get too deep into your creation and get lost, taking a step back and remembering what your world is about can help right you on the cardinal directions that drive your world forward, then you can dust off your smock and…


Headcanon: Suitors’ Rapping Styles

Because I’ve been listening to a lot of rap music recently (Sorry if y’all don’t understand my rambling about rapping, LOL. :P).

Alyn Crawford - The Storyteller: 

  • Stage Name: Captain Badass
  • Pretty good at freestyling: Alyn can definitely beat his fellow knights at rap battles (he used to practice with Leo when they were kids). 
  • When he raps, he has to tell some kind of story. Otherwise, he’ll get lost if he doesn’t know what he’s rapping about. He feels like it’s the most effective way to put some meaning into his rhymes. 
  • He likes to use movements/hand gestures to emphasize his lyrics. 
  • EXAMPLE: “As a knight of Wysteria I vow to serve the crown / Mess with my country and I will shoot you down.” *”shoots” audience with his finger guns*

Louis Howard - The Genius Lyricist: 

  • Stage Name: Ice Rhymes (Geddit? B/c he’s the “Ice Prince”? ((Hey, I didn’t say their rapper names were gonna be good, okay? :P)))
  • Louis picked up some rapping skills from Sid when they were younger (Louis probably overheard Sid one day, which then led to impromptu rap sessions during their free time.).
  • Louis hardly freestyles anymore because he’s worried that he’ll say something dumb, even though he’s actually really good at freestyle rapping. 
  • He prefers to think about his rhymes beforehand. Once he comes up with something good, he writes the lyrics down, finds a good beat/backing track, polishes up his song, and then memorizes the rap in case he needs to share it with his buddies in the future.
  • He probably practices in front of Lucia TBH.
  • EXAMPLE: “I’m ignoring all the haters: all their faces and their words / Cuz once the ice starts breaking they’ll see how much it hurts…. Oh wait, that was good. I need to write that down.”

Leo Crawford - The Linguist:

  • Stage Name: Double Entendre
  • One of the best freestylers of this list (Maybe freestyle rapping runs through the Crawford family? Lol, idk: I’m just putting some things out there. 😂). Leo’s a fast thinker, so he can come up with lyrics in less than a nanosecond.
  • He also loves playing with the words he uses - he’ll experiment with close-rhymes, monosyllabic & polysyllabic words, and even words from other languages.
  • He’s such a show-off, but that’s what makes him awesome at rapping: he’s not afraid to show his confidence. 😄
  • Also, Leo’s a witty and sassy little firecracker, so he’s got a few diss tracks up his arsenal (he won’t roast you too hard though, I promise).
  • EXAMPLE: “I’ve been learnin’ and searchin’ about why you’re standing there lurkin’ / Why don’t you come a little closer? I won’t bite ya, good lookin’.”
  • (Did I mention that his flirtatiousness skyrockets when he raps? 😂❤)
  • Also, Sebastian can now rap thanks to Leo.

Giles Christophe - Emotional Rapper:

  • Stage Name: Cat Daddy (LOL, LIKE THE DANCE MOVE. 😂)
  • Giles can freestyle if he’s in the mood for it (or if he’s got time for it), but he usually prefers to write down his rhymes.
  • He’s kind of like Alyn when it comes to rapping: Giles often tells stories through his raps, and they always end up being so emotional (His raps often get pretty deep.).
  • He can change the moods/tones between his rhymes very smoothly through both his rapping and the lyrics themselves. His audience is always moved somehow by his performances, so I promise that HE WILL MAKE YOU FEEL THINGS if you ever listen to him rap.
  • EXAMPLE: “Helpless and hopeless are the voices in my head / As darkness consumes my reality in bed.” (Shooot, this got super-emo real quick. Whoops. :b)

Sid Arnault/Lloyd Grandier - A Freaking Legend:

  • Stage Name: $iD (I’m not even sorry about this one: I can totally see Sid signing his name with a dollar sign instead of an “S.” 😂👌)
  • Name three or four of the best rappers you can think of. Now, imagine that they all had a baby (Hypothetically! :P): their child would be Sid. Honestly, this guy’s rapping skills are so good that he would probably have the honor to be considered as an equal among rap legends IRL.
  • Sid was basically born with the talent of rap (it’s a legit God-given talent), but he definitely honed his skills while traveling for his job. He especially learned from the best rappers while hanging out at different bars.
  • Sid will most definitely destroy his challengers in a rap battle (It happens like 99.9% of the time, so watch out!), but he can also sit down and write actual masterpieces.
  • There are no other words to describe Sid as a rapper except for this one: A-FREAKING-MAZING.
  • EXAMPLE: This was how Sid ended his first rap battle (Which he won.): “They call me S-I-D. Don’t you dare forget my name / I’m the dude who straight-up put all you f*ckers to shame.”
  • (Oh, did I mention that he almost never strays away from profanity? LOL, classic Sid~. 😂)

Nico Meier - The Disser:

  • Stage Name: MC Clutch
  • Nico is one of the best rappers on this list (I could see him as a really good improviser.). I also think he’s also one of the fastest.
  • He can make up silly/fun rhymes if he’s just jamming out with his buddies, but hoooo boy he can be brutal when it comes to rap battles.
  • Heck, anyone will REGRET challenging this guy to a rap battle because he will lay out ALL THE DISS TRACKS. I guarantee that HE WILL ROAST YOU LIKE A MARSHMALLOW UNTIL YOU BURN (he is the 0.01% that Sid has yet to beat, LOL).
  • Besides completely annihilating his challengers at rap battles, Nico can write pretty decent rhymes if you give him enough time (because I don’t think he has the patience for that kind of thing: he’d rather just spit out whatever comes to his mind at the moment).
  • EXAMPLE: “You’re in a pickle? You’re stumped! Let’s let everybody know / That your flow is as slow as your bank account’s growth.” (BTW this was an example of one of Nico’s “nicer” roasts. I promise it gets worse: it’s just that I couldn’t think of anything more savage to say at the moment. 😅😂)

Byron Wagner - The Inspirational Rapper:

  • Stage Name: Star Lord (jkjk). His rapper name would probably just be BYRON (Yes, with all the caps.) because honestly, his name’s already cool enough to be a stage name. 😊
  • Byron’s okay at freestyling, but he prefers to prepare his raps ahead of time.
  • He would rap as if he was giving an important speech to his people. I’m not saying that his lines are boring and monotonous: he actually finds ways to connect to his audience (He’s basically the motivational speaker among the other rappers in this list.).
  • He also isn’t afraid to rap about touchy or controversial subjects, especially when they are relevant to whatever’s going on in his kingdom or in the world.
  • EXAMPLE: “Though tragedies like war and famine may never end / We must join hand-in-hand to keep the peace and make amends.” (Aaand this sounds like the conclusion to a Shakespearean tragedy. Whoops x2. xD)

Albert Burckhardt - The Rhymer:

  • Stage Name: Al the Poet
  • For a guy that loses his glasses quite often, he sure doesn’t lose his flow (LOL sorry, Al. 😂)! Albert’s actually pretty talented when it comes to freestyle rapping.
  • He’s really good at rhyming, but not just at the ends of his bars. Oh noooo, this guy can find rhymes almost ANYWHERE in his raps.
  • He really only stops freestyling when he thinks his raps get a little… umm… “out of hand” (Which is why he’d rather write down his lyrics than embarrass himself in a rap battle. 😅😂).
  • EXAMPLE: Al: “You know I’m gettin’ down to business when I put on my glasses / All these ladies are so fine, so I’ll compliment their - *record scratch*” Nico: “Ooo, Al was about to say something dirty~.” Al: *blushes madly* “No I wasn’t, you brat.” Nico: “Oh yeah? What were you gonna say?” Al: “… classiness.” *brusquely walks away* *locks himself in his room for three hours* 😅

Robert Branche - The Innovator:

  • Stage Name: DJ Robert
  • Robert treats rap music as an art: he’s the kind of person that acknowledges the genre as poetry.
  • Like Louis, Robert is a master lyricist. However, Robert’s raps are intriguing and unique, mostly because he ignores the “conventions” of rap. Like he doesn’t mind if a few words don’t rhyme or if the rhythm isn’t consistent throughout his song. Some people call it strange, other call it new and different, Robert calls it art.
  • Along with surprising his audience with his unique lyrics, Robert’s known for making (somewhat subtle) references towards his own life as a way to get his listeners emotionally invested into his songs (Yup. Robert’s an emotional rapper too.).
  • EXAMPLE: “The ruler of a country that doesn’t exist / Was a boy; was a son; was a king that won’t be missed.”

And here’s something a little extra for y’all:

The Princess of Wysteria - RAP GODDESS:

  • Stage Name: Queenie
  • There’s a reason she has that stage name…
  • And that is because….
  • EXAMPLE: “Princess today, queen tomorrow. / Not even one of you fellows can suppress my flow.”
  • (Lmao, I couldn’t help myself, okay? 😂)

Who’s That Vans Girl: @MoneenerWiener

Don’t just talk about your dreams; live them, and for Vans Girl, Monina Cuyugan, these aren’t just words, it’s a way of life. Whether it’s exploring her local hot spots, or living life in the moment, we can’t help but be inspired by this firecracker’s light-hearted approach to life. Learn more about Monina, and find out what exactly makes her tick. 

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Bleach 665 “The Princess Dissection” Review

If you’ve been following my blog for a while now, you may have noticed that Urahara Kisuke is a character I am somewhat fond of.

Joking aside, when I call Kisuke my favorite, I don’t just mean my favorite character from Bleach, I mean my favorite character period.  From any work of fiction.  So when I say that I have been waiting for this moment for TEN YEARS, I am not kidding.  I won’t get into the details of why I love him so in this review, I have written countless headcanons and about 300k words of fanfiction for this man so far, and I still feel like I haven’t even scratched the surface.  Suffice it to say that I love him for both the ugliness and the beauty within him, and this chapter… well, this chapter gave me everything I could have ever asked for this wonderful disaster of a man.

No messing with silly gifs this time around.  Let’s get to it.

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Bleach characters and toothpaste

Author’s choice list. 

“You can’t make a list about how Bleach characters use toothpaste!” I said to myself. “There aren’t enough variations!!” My brain, taking this as a challenge, immediately came up with a bunch. So here I go. If you’ve ever wondered about Bleach characters’ toothpaste-using habits, wonder no longer! Because I am here to make shit up for your benefit.

1. Ichigo: Does not know the meaning of “squeeze gently.”

Yuzu: Um…Ichi-nii? Can we talk about your toothpaste?

Ichigo: Huh? What about it?

Yuzu: Well…

Karin: You go through a tube of toothpaste every THREE days! That’s insane! How much do you use???

Ichigo: [looks down at toothbrush currently shuddering under nine pounds of toothpaste]

Ichigo: So this isn’t how most people brush their teeth, then?

2. Kenpachi: Had a special toothpaste cap installed by Squad 12

Kenpachi: See, Ichigo? Thanks to this cap, it doesn’t matter how hard I squeeze - only a little bit of toothpaste comes out!

Ichigo: Wow!

Kenpachi: Of course, since Squad 12 made the cap, it does have tiny mouths and it does eat toothpaste, so I still go through a tube every two days.

Ichigo: …

Kenpachi: What?

3. Nanao: Only squeezes the tube from the bottom

Nanao: You squeeze from the bottom, and then you carefully roll the tube up as you go.

Nanao: It is the most efficient way.

Kenpachi: Seems boring.

Nanao: …

Nanao: You like being yelled at, don’t you?

4. Iba: Has Manly Toothpaste (For Men)

Nanao: This is literally the same as regular toothpaste.

Iba: No it’s not.

Nanao: I checked the ingredients! It is LITERALLY identical!

Iba: Um, does your toothpaste have a picture of a cool dude on it to inspire you to tooth-brushing heights of manly greatness???

Nanao: …

Iba: That’s what I thought!

5. Matsumoto: Squeezes from the middle

Matsumoto: And when the toothpaste gets low, THEN I squeeze from the bottom.

Matsumoto: Like, why make it complicated?

Iba: Word.

Nanao: Y-you are both nuts!

6. Yumichika: Uses tooth-whitening toothpaste

Yumichika: Not that my teeth wouldn’t be pristine and white otherwise.

Yumichika: But is always good to take that extra care.

Matsumoto: Huh. I wouldn’t expect that in Squad 11. What does Ikkaku use?

Yumichika: …

Yumichika (mutters): Manly Toothpaste (For Men).

Matsumoto: Yeah that sounds about right.

7. Yachiru: Eats toothpaste

Yumichika: Um, Lieutenant? This isn’t toothpaste. It’s a tube of frosting.

Yachiru: Same thing!

Yumichika: …

Yumichika: H-how do you not have a MILLION cavities??

8. Nemu: Does not use toothpaste

Yachiru: Ooooh, do you use frosting like me?

Nemu: No. I have self-cleaning teeth.

Nemu: I was made by Mayuri-sama, after all.

Yachiru: You’re so cool, Nemu!

9. Szayel: Uses regular toothpaste but wears a special shirt

Szayel: Because toothbrush stains are the WORST

Nemu: So you have a shirt that you only wear while brushing your teeth?

Szayel: Of course.

10. Barragan: Does not know how toothpaste works

Barragan: You mean….toothbrushes *don’t* come slightly moistened with a dollop of toothpaste?

Szayel: You may in fact rely on your fracciones a bit too much, Barragan.

11. Yammy: Gets toothpaste by smashing the tube with his fist

Barragan: Thus explaining why there is toothpaste on every wall, but none on your toothbrush.

Yammy: What’s your point??

12. Halibel: Always gets too much toothpaste on her toothbrush

Halibel: Yes, my toothpaste comes out like a cascade.

Halibel: But luckily a high volume of water solves the problem.

Halibel: As it does most problems.

Yammy: …

Halibel: What?

13. Hanataro: Just chews milkbones

Halibel: Aren’t those for dogs?

Hanataro: They clean your teeth on the go!

Halibel: …

Halibel: And I thought the fracciones had a bad rap.

14. Rukia: Has many exciting toothpaste-related stories

Rukia: And I thought the toothpaste was gone, but with one final twist, I got juuuust enough to brush my teeth one more time!

Hanataro: Wow!

Ichigo: You’ve beaten espada and Quincy but this is the story you tell…?

15. Grimmjow: Gets toothpaste by punching a hole in the center of the tube

Rukia: You need help.

Grimmjow: I don’t know what you mean.

so this is pretty much 100% inspired by this joint post from @samwellgotyourback and @des-zimbits aka the “Agreement”/”Niagara Clause” post aka

Ransom & Holster hook up freshman year of college and realize they’re pretty much it for each other. In order to experience all college has to offer, and to make sure they don’t screw up what could be an amazing lifelong relationship by not being ready to settle down, they make an Agreement. They’ll hold off on this Thing of theirs until after graduation.

But it was officially After Graduation.
And Ransom looked so good, Holster was done holding back

cross-posted here to AO3 but feel free to reblog this post as well.
this is 3.6k of mostly sap-ass fluff but there’s some NSFW beyond the cut so yeah.

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