Mermaid request AU

A dear anon requested this. Hope you like, sweetie. 💜💙💚

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Imagine: Being caught in netting, and Newt saves you.

Panic set in, and you struggled wildly against the net that your fin had gotten caught in. It was moments like these you wished you had listened to your mother’s constant nagging about your curiosity getting you into trouble one day. This wasn’t going to be easy, and on top of that you were sure your tail had been permanently damaged.

“Oh come on!” You pulled weakly at the strings curled around your tail, trying in vain to release at least one of them. So this was it, you thought. Death. Death by starvation because you couldn’t just leave your interest for the outer world alone.

You stopped suddenly, exhaustion setting in. You had been stuck here for hours already, and even if you managed to escape, swimming wasn’t an option anymore. You were too tired, and your fin was torn. With a small whine you sank slightly into the current, hair swirling around. Your eyes scanned the ocean around you, ears perking up when you noticed a disturbance on the water surface. It looked very much like a boat floating along. You could see the paddle entering, and you thought maybe if you could just get close enough and grab it, you’d be able to pull yourself out of here.

The paddle sank deep, just passing you by, and with flailing arms you gripped the edge of the wood, slick fingers slipping against the smooth wood. It was a valiant attempt, but it did nothing.


Newt paddled along the ocean, case sat next to him as he waded out into the water. He wasn’t particularly far from the shore, but enough that he may actually see some lesser known creatures worth noting. He dipped the oar into the water, pushing himself along until he felt a slight tug against it. He blinked down at the paddle, thinking perhaps it was seaweed clinging to it.

Unfortunately, or fortunately, it wasn’t because instead beneath the water’s clear surface he saw a degraded fishing net, still somewhat afloat, and attached to it a mermaid. The wizard’s eyes widened, and he threw the oar into the small boat, letting down an anchor. He leaned over the boat, trying to figure out how to help you out of the tangled mess.

“Please, don’t panic! There is absolutely nothing to worry about!”

Newt glanced around, and he finally decided to jump into the ocean for you, he placed his overcoat on the side, and undid his vest, and instantly went in.

The sudden sound of the water splashing made you swim back, frantically trying to get away from the human. But, there wasn’t much you could in this moment, and as the man swam down to you, you clung fearfully to the net.

Newt placed his hands out, trying to ease the worry he saw in your eyes, it was a rare occurrence to see any mermaids so close to the shore, but from what he had learned they weren’t a very trusting species. He inched towards the net, gripping one side of it as he started to untie it. It came loose enough, and he pushed the edges of it off your tail. He glanced up at you, his cheeks puffed out a bit as he tried to hold his breath. It may not last much longer, so he reached for the pocket knife he had, cutting effortlessly at the roping. After a minute, he managed to free you and your first instinct was to swim off, but your damaged tail wouldn’t allow for that. Your body curved and bobbed crookedly in the water, balance no longer there. Newt grabbed your arm, pulling you up along with him.

As soon as he hit the surface he gasped, oxygen once again filling his lungs. He coughed a bit, holding you closely to him. You struggled in his grasp, not sure what to think even if this man saved you. His motives could still be sinister.

“No no…it’s alright, please.” He held onto your slick arms, trying to keep you steady. “You’re injured. You mustn’t swim, you’ll likely perish out there.”

His words were lost on you, and above the surface it was impossible for you to talk. But, his green gaze seemed soft, and you slowly settled down, your slightly scaled hands clutching his wet shirt. He sighed deeply, smiling at you as he swam to his boat. He grabbed the edge of it, looking back at you.

“Let me help you…I’ll heal your injury, you’ll be good as new.”

With curios eyes you just stared at him, mimicking his movement and grabbing the boat. He chuckled softly, and he lifted himself back in, still holding one of your hands. Newt reached for his case, popping open one closure and readying his wand to create another extension charm.

Hope you liked it! I thought this idea was adorable.

Originally posted by akaashvaani

More dumb Bendy And The Ink Machine headcanons even though no one asked for them: This time actually about everyone’s favorite dancing demon and Henry/Joey’s falling out that caused Henry to leave

-Henry’s appearence would resemble Walt Disney and Joey as Chuck Jones, though quite a bit younger 

-Bendy generally got mistaken a lot for a cat, which was often a running gag in the cartoon shorts, which mainly started cause from my views of the old concept designing on the abandoned studio’s walls Bendy appeared far more like Felix The Cat rather than Mickey Mouse ( but that’s probably more so about avoiding copyright infringement. ) 

-Bendy’s general plot of his cartoons was to fit in his with his new life on the surface world after getting kicked out of heck by The Big Guy TM (cause ya can’t talk about Satan or hell in kid programming after all) for not living up to roles in torturing sinners for all eternity, often by being too merciful and instead cheering up the souls by giving helpful advice to move on from their shady pasts and how to be a better person.  He had one last chance to prove himself that he’s a real demon, and that was to take a single sinning soul down to heck after bounding them to a contract.  

-His contract was already chosen for a mortal who went by Boris The Wolf.  A local band who plays for the the bar, but Boris would often have a drink first and than make a fool of himself for screwing up his friend’s performances.  Bendy instead “bends” the rules (haha puns) and ends up saving his new friend’s life after Boris stormed out after threatening to quit the band after his band member fellow woodland animals yelled at him for messing up another performance, but Boris was too intoxicated to realize he walked in the road of an incoming car!  Bendy quickly shoved the unknowing wolf out of the way as the tried to quickly shift into a puddle of inky goo before the driver could have seen him and swerved themselves into an accident.  Once Boris realized this, knowing Bendy just saved his life, he pulled the shocked demon into a tight bear hug (not caring that his fur and clothes now smelled like fresh ink) and he would have done anything to repay him.  Bendy’s only request was that he stop drinking and together shake hands on it.  Or rather paw to covered gloves?  

-Boris and Bendy are voiced by Joey and Henry themselves.  Henry attempts his best slightly drunken southern drawl and Joey does his best attempt making Bendy sound playfully impish, a sort of Bugs Bunny type of voice.  At the time, Bendy and Boris was based off their friendship

-Unfortunately, the fame although short lived went to Joey’s head and often took credit for Henry’s character designing and work.  Which is super not cool.  Henry began to grow irradiated for this sole reason and began losing passion behind what was once his dream.  

-Joey in his spare time, often read books about alchemy while working.  His favorite?  The Illusion Of Life 

-Henry ultimately decided to let Joey run the studio by himself after their big argument, quitting alongside with his wife, an assistant story boarder and moved to start a new life and a family, yet the feeling of regret always seem to linger in the back of his mind.  Joey had already been so stressed about building the ink machine AND trying to keep the studio in business still afloat with even less co-animators.  Last thing Henry knew was Joey yelled something about “everyone will know my name of “Joey Drew Studios” with or without a partner.  I’ll do something no one’s ever done!  You’ll see, you’ll ALL see!” Joey looked like he hadn’t slept in days by the clear bags under his eye, and not just from overworking.  

-Though still angry at Joey after all those years, Henry couldn’t say he doesn’t look towards his own cartoons with slight nostalgia of happier times, even if he now realizes how annoying Bendy’s voice is to him now


Warren x Reader

How you met

•when Warren met you he was dumbstruck

•he was enthralled with you the first time he saw you use your powers

•it sounds cliche but in actuality he really didn’t give a poop about who you were before you used your powers for him to see

•you have the ability to grow plants and basically give life to things(kinda like Mother Nature)

•you were outside and saw that Charles’s favorite tree was gone so you like grew it back and he was shocked

•he knew something like that must have taken a lot of energy and strength and knew you weren’t like any other girl he’s met

•after that day he realized how smart and pretty you were since he decided to keep tabs on you after they day

•he never realized how beautiful you were and was instantly hooked on your body and personality

•he wanted to get to know you better and already had a massive crush on you

•your love for metal didn’t help his heart any either

•you were outside just enjoying the sunlight when it suddenly got a bit darker

•you saw Warren descending form the clouds almost like an angel (lol) and saw that he was coming your way

•he stopped in front of you still keeping slightly afloat and asked you this : Ride the lightning or ride me? (XD idek)

•you surprised him by actually thinking about it and the rest was history

@diva-de-gallifrey submitted: Hey(its a me, rockfriend, coming out of my hiding once and for all i guess)so i sort wrote a small thing for the au when Jeremy asks Ryan for a place to stay?? Here It is

It’s raining heavily against the big Starbucks window, of course It is, as if the sight of Jeremy bruised and bleeding didn’t make Ryans stomach turn he had to be wet and shivering, hair and clothes damp and sticking to his body and making him look so very young and, even worse, scared. He looks skinny, at least more so than when they first met and Ryan wonders, not for the first time in the last few months, when was the last time the younger man had eaten but by now he knew better than to ask, knowing that he would receive no answer other than a shrug. He knew Jeremy was stubborn but sometimes all Ryan really wanted to wrap him into a blanket and never let Go.

“I need your help” Jeremy said, there was a slight tremor in his voice and if It was either from the cold or fear Ryan didn’t know. A part of him didnt want to find out. “I.. I did something bad.”

Ryan raises an eyebrow, “something bad” is a very good way of defining both of their lives as a whole, he almost saws that out loud but he remembers that Jeremy doesnt know who he really is and ultimately decides to keep his mouth shut and not ruin what is left of his normal life. He settles on asking the younger man what had happened.

“It’s complicated” he responds, wrapping his arms around himself and looking around as if he expected someone to attack him any moment now. Ryan went to hold Jeremy but he quickly moved away, curling into himself more and more. “There are some people after me right now.” His Voice shakes slightly and Ryan pretends not to notice. “T-they know where i live and they have eyes on every street corner. If they find me….”

He trails off and It takes all Ryans might to stay where he is and not go full Vagabond and chase the motherfuckers who dared to hurt Jeremy.” What do you need?”

“To be rich, to leave this shithole,” he chuckles under his breath and looks up at Ryan, eyes filled with desperation and fear that betrayed his jokingly tone. “But mostly i n-need some place to stay.”

Ryan feels his face fall, if things were normal It would be easy to give Jeremy that, put him in an apartment on the crews territory, offer him their protection and hell maybe even offer him a job but things werent normal, the Fakes were hardly a threat to anyone but themselves now and they couldnt risk getting recognized, not now when they were so close to putting themselves back on the map and bringing this godforsaken city to its knees once again. Ryan cared for Jeremy deeply, maybe even loved him (he wouldnt admit It of course, but he really did) but his family came first, no exceptions.

“I wont make a noise!” Jeremy assured, probably catching up to the sudden hesitation coming from Ryan because his voice was close to pleading now. “You and your flatmates wont even know i’m there, and it’s only for a few days an-”

“Jeremy” Ryan interrupts him, remorse flooding his voice. Who knew the Vagabond, ex mercenary and current vicious killer had gone so soft to the point where he could hardly even turn down this man he barely knew. Except he did know Jeremy, he knew he was struggling to keep himself afloat but still tried his best to buy his coffee every morning and tip Ryan with whatever money he had left (“It’s my way of pretending to have some control over my life” its what he said once, words that followed Ryan for weeks even tho Jeremy had said them nonchalant), he was kind and he dyed his hair crazy colors every month as a way to make himself and others happy and Ryan was falling for him way too fast but still he couldnt help the other, not with his heist coming so soon. “I’m sorry, there is nothing i can do.”

The scared look that Jeremy gives him hurts like a punch in the gut and Ryan has to rip his gaze away from the way his shoulders slump because he can feel How much he wants to apologise to Jeremy and Go back on what he said but he can’t, not now so he Just stares into the distance. “You should go now, the store doesnt allow employers to talk to people who arent buying.”

The sound of the front door closing is somehow worse than of a gunshot.

rock friend how dare you my heart. it hurts so much my poor babies. This is so lovely written! thank you so much for sharing!

karamatsujpeg  asked:

Omg it would be really exciting to see your art in the S2 mosaic! I hope that if you participate your entry stays! :D

aa thank you;; it would be cool if it did stay!

this show is a big inspiration! it also has been (and still is) keeping me afloat during tough point in my life so i very much wish to contribute to this show in some way, some form, somehow display my gratitude and appreciation!

but first i have to think of what it is i should draw!!

a brief commentary on Denna

So, after having finished the Kingkiller Chronicle (or at least the first two books, The Name of the Wind and A Wise Man’s Fear) by Patrick Rothfuss, I found myself poking around reddit (oh God, when will I learn?) and across the startling revelation that a LOT of people really, really don’t like Denna.

To me, that’s confusing. What has Denna done to inspire so much hate? Being in the ASoIaF fandom, I’m more than familiar with fans despising female characters for the most mundane reasons. For most people, it seemed to boil to down to a few things:

  1. She leads Kvothe on/doesn’t want to commit to him (even though he’s a “nice guy”)
  2. She “friendzones” Kvothe
  3. She flaunts her patrons around Kvothe, and that’s… mean? (I guess?)

All three of these reasons are so confusing to me, because they all seem to revolve around one thing, that is Denna isn’t giving Kvothe the romantic attention some readers think he deserves. They believe that since Kvothe is kind to her and gentlemanly, that she owes Kvothe her romantic attention.

Which is such bullshit.

Deoch explained that Denna is trying to survive by way of her patrons. She doesn’t want to resign herself to being someone’s wife or picking up a useful trade; she doesn’t want to be tied down or stay in one place. So, she roams from place to place, offering her companionship in exchange for luxuries that only rich men can afford. She certainly doesn’t love any of these men, but she needs them to help stay afloat while still retaining a good measure of personal freedom. She can leave these men whenever she wants, before they start demanding things of her that she doesn’t want to do, and in the end she escapes (largely) unscathed and with enough amenities that she can survive off of. Even Kvothe understands this way of life.

And that’s because Kvothe does the exact same thing. Kvothe can walk away from anyone, any place, without a second thought. Kvothe is more than willing to exchange his talents for some money and a place to eat and sleep. Kvothe in his own way effectively “friendzones” Denna by insisting to himself that he won’t actively pursue her like other men too, because he believes he’s above the mistakes that men make with Denna when trying to capture her attention. And when Kvothe finds his sexual awakening after his time with Felurian, he develops a reputation for being non-committal in his romances and sleeping around, a reputation that Denna had caught onto by the end of the second book.

So why do people hate Denna? Something tells me that a bunch of men in fedoras reading the books saw something in Denna that they’ve seen in women that have rejected them in their personal lives. They translated her fleeting but non-committal affections with Kvothe as her “friendzoning” him, while completely ignoring the fact that Denna, in several ways, particularly in the romance and lifestyle department, is just a female Kvothe.

Which is not to say that people aren’t allowed to dislike Denna. But if your reasons include any of the above, then quite frankly, your reasons are shitty.

So I guess this just rounds back to one fundamental thought: If you hate female characters for the same reasons you love male characters, then you’re a misogynistic piece of shit.

One day, one rhyme- Day 793

Water drops on a window pane
Like rain soldiers on a campaign
Heading towards some common goal,
A continuous downward role
Leaving behind faint water trails.
Against water, the glass prevails,
Stands strong through the heaviest storm
A triumph of its fragile form.
The vanquished droplets are now found
In growing puddles on the ground,
While smaller indoor counterparts
Are forming from our breaking hearts.
Ever turbulent salty seas
No match for lifeboat memories,
And so those of us that are left
Still afloat, albeit bereft,
Can know the window will remain
For when the sun while shine again.

In loving memory of Andrew John Monteith 1933-2016

Though you go where I cannot follow, I will someday.

On our first date, I told you I was flighty. Impatient. Easily bored.
I don’t paint my nails because I can never sit still long enough
for even one coat to dry. I don’t fold my laundry because I hate the routine. I would rather buy new cutlery than wash my old ones.
Maybe I’m lazy. Maybe I have no motivation. Maybe I’m just looking for somebody to grab my shoulders and give me a shake and explain what normal is and why I should do it. But sometimes I brush my teeth for seven minutes straight because it just feels right. Some nights
I put my pillow on the opposite end of the bed because I’m still hopeful that I’ll wake up differently if I sleep differently. I never do.
Sometimes I forget that I’m reading in the middle of flipping a page,
instead struck by the thought we would rather make paper than oxygen, would rather have one less life-source than one less novel. I wonder about priorities. I wonder about people who think it’s necessary to match their socks when they leave the house every morning as if that’s what determines their character. I wonder about people who carry around purses that contain nothing but gum. I wonder about people who spend all their hours at a desk and then return to their house to pass the night alone in a cold bed with a frozen dinner. I wonder if they think that money will make them happier than other humans. I don’t like kissing when I have lipstick on, because I’m afraid of leaving a stain on a cheek, as if I’m marking my territory somewhere I don’t belong, as if I’m trespassing on camera. I stay up for twenty hours a day and spend the other fours hours knowing that the longest a person can stay alive without sleep is ten days. I wonder if my nervous system has begun to break down, leaving me nervous and broken along with it. I don’t understand the pills the doctors prescribed me even though they told me I was just upset over being broken up with. I told them I wasn’t upset, I was morose. I was downtrodden. I was a leaky ship; still afloat but getting lower under the weight of the water every second. I didn’t want to sink. I wanted to sail. But they didn’t tell me that the happy little green and white pills would make me plateau. On our first date, I said I felt flat. Not the kind of flat of calm water on a windless day, but the kind of flat that you associate with deflated balloons. All out of air or out of breath or struggling to find any words left. I felt like the kind of flat that musicians hate. That I hate and I can’t play a single instrument. On our first date, I think I told you I would understand if you didn’t stay. Nobody did and I never blamed them. I was too busy wondering about people who believed in numbers and the healing power of yoga on 3 a.m mornings and tying their shoes without kneeling down to notice when they left. I am stuck inside of a world that I don’t quite understand, with people I never seem to connect with.



The Last clothes bother me somewhat. Especially Hinata’s contrast between casual and ninja clothes, like: too covered and not really all that covered.

But meh, she looks cute. And Sasuke looks like he needs a shower, srsly. And he is a very jealous boyfriend who don’t want others to see his girl half naked xDD


justanother-girl  asked:

What would bellarke and memori living together look like

Hope this is what you were looking for!

  • “Do I get to call you John too?” “I don’t know Bellamy, do you blow me on occasion? Then no.” “You’re disgusting, Murphy.”
  • “WILL YOU TWO EVER LEARN TO PUT THE TOILET SEAT DOWN?!” “We should just take it off then blow the light bulb and watch them suffer.” “Jesus Clarke…I love it.”
  • “REALLY?! MY KITCHEN COUNTER?! AGAIN?!” “ITS A COMMUNAL SPACE BELLAMY!” “YEAH SO’S THE COUCH MURPHY BUT YOU DON’T SEE ME DEFILING IT!” “Then the fuck are those stains?” “Wait you mean those aren’t yours?” “Nope…hey wasn’t this Octavia and Lincoln’s originally-” “OH FUCK TO THE NO!”
  • “Why is the couch on the curb? I like that couch.” “I came home and Murphy was trying to convince Bellamy to set it on fire.”
  • Clarke and Murphy working together as nurses in the ER
  • Emori owning the knicks and knacks store above Bellamy’s cafe shop so they eventually just join them
  • “Emori, stop yelling at my customers.” “Stop sending idiots who have no idea what a crankshaft is and giggles if I say the big end bearings are fucked if you don’t have a proper lubrication system-fucking DON’T LAUGH AT THE TOO YOU USELESS MEAT TOWER!” “I’m a what now?” “You heard me.”
  • “Emori, you should come meet Raven tonight.” Both boys: “CLARKE, NO!”
  • Clarke and Bellamy being the annoying let’s go on jogs at five am in freezing cold fog couple
  • Emori and Murphy being the lets have pizza for the eighth night in a row couple
  • Murphy being Clarke’s work mom in a sense and stopping her from working too many hours or getting to worked up about patients
  • Clarke finding the genetics behind Emori’s hand mutation fascinating and calling it “a true work of art” then politely asking if she can draw it and study it’s anatomical movements which Emori absolutely loves and grins/blushes whole time
  • Emori teases Bellamy endlessly but is sometimes the only one to genuinely respect just how hard we works to keep his business afloat but still be the best boyfriend/best friend/dad friend/brother so she’s actually rather protective of him
  • Bellamy being the only one Murphy will let look after him if he’s drunk because Clarke can be too mothering  and he definitely doesn’t want Emori to see that 

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anonymous asked:

Imagine tans woman Bucky who was totally comfortable with herself pre war and is trying to find her way back to that. (With Steve's support because that's what awesome boy friends do.)

It’s far from the only lie that Hydra ever told her. Far from the worst thing they ever made her do, but it has burrowed in under her skin, seeped into her bones - everything is wrong and she can’t remember how to make it right, can’t remember what it felt like to look into a mirror and be satisfied with what she saw.

It’s far from the only lie that Hydra ever told her, but it’s insidious.


The others are trying to help, she knows that. Bruce buys her expensive perfume and Pepper recommends an experienced dysphoria counsellor and Natasha offers to do her makeup, and it drives her crazy - there is no room for perfume in the life she leads, soaked in the smells of sweat and blood and gun oil. She will not trust a stranger - a doctor - with these intimate truths about herself, these painful secrets that can so easily be weaponised. She does not need to paint her face. 

She crops her hair short, like it was in the photos, and tells herself that progress is supposed to hurt.


But through the haze of confusion and wrongness there is Steve - Steve who used to trade his lacy frocks for her pleated trousers, who used to cup her jaw with its shadow of evening stubble and remind her she was beautiful.

Bucky does not find herself beautiful now - she is corded muscle and cold killer instinct, a select-fire weapon jammed on automatic, lost in a sea of memory she barely recognises.

But Steve is still afloat beside her. And with Steve, she knows, she can find her way back to shore.


Attention all Guardians SOOWON is not dead!

On a recent episode of ‘Taxi’170518 EP.478 Sooyoung stated her idea type;

1. has a broad back; 상남자 MANLY

2. has facial hair/scruff

3. looks chic even in a beanie and t-shirt

And although she is still going 5-yrs strong with her man, Jung Kyungho, she also stated that Kyungho DOES NOT fall into her ideal type category.

NOW let us revisit what Siwon has stated in past about his ideal type on ‘Radio Show’ 141008 & 150715

1. “doesn’t everyone look at the face?” likes distinct features

2. tall/model-like

3. Korean

4. dresses well

They are each other’s IDEAL TYPE!!!

The information is everywhere, a constant feed in our hands, in our pockets, on our desktops, our cars, even in the cloud. The data stream can’t be shut off. It pours into our lives a rising tide of words, facts, jokes, GIFs, gossip and commentary that threatens to drown us. Perhaps it is this fear of submersion that is behind this insistence that we’ve seen, we’ve read, we know. It’s a none-too-convincing assertion that we are still afloat. So here we are, desperately paddling, making observations about pop culture memes, because to admit that we’ve fallen behind, that we don’t know what anyone is talking about, that we have nothing to say about each passing blip on the screen, is to be dead.
Maybe the night would take me home. // C.H

“Divorce And The American South” 
Part 1 of approximately 6

Inspired by the album  “We Don’t Have Each Other” by  Aaron West and the Roaring Twenties.

A/N : This imagine series will deal with sensitive topics that I can’t go into detail about or I might spoil it for you. Please proceed with caution. Also there’s mention of smoking and alcohol.

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