ten strip

I really like the Unbreak My Chart podcast and thought I’d share the nice things they’re saying about Louis’ single.  

Tumblr prompt ( Park Jimin/ OC)

Genre : Heavy Angst \ Romance 

Warnings : Dubious Consent, Domestic Violence, Emotional Manipulation. 

Pairing : Park Jimin/ OC 

Request fic : An abusive marriage drabble with Jimin . 

Rating : Smut

( P.S. Dear Anon who requested this, you just opened up a very dark and twisted part of my brain and you’re going to regret this. )  

 Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock. 

I glanced at the clock on the wall, twenty feet away and hung between  two huge portraits , one of Jimin , in his wedding Suit and the other of us, together taken at our honeymoon in the Swiss Alps. 

It was a little past eight. 

He had said that he would be home by eight thirty. That gave me just twenty minutes to get dinner ready,set the table and chage my clothes. 

I felt my fingers tremble, just a little bit as I continued peeling the carrots. I’d spread out a thin sheet of paper on the table to keep the scraps from falling to the floor. I worked harder, a little faster. He had been on tour for a week and he was coming home tonight.

Everything had to be perfect. 

I julianned the carrots, added them carefully to the bowl of bulgogi before cleaning the worktable meticulously . I laid out the plates, the forks and the spoons . Wiped down the wine glasses, arranged them neatly on the curve of the floral pattern on the dining table. I grabbed the most expensive wine, Jimin’s favorite and placed it on the table before arranging seven candles around the table . I placed the candle lighter on the mantel, checked once again to make sure every inch of the living room was sparklingly clean before moving to the bedroom. 

Ten minutes. 

i quickly stripped out of my summer dress, tossing it into the hamper and ran into the shower, turning on the knob to the coldest setting. Jimin had a way of knowing if i used hot water instead of cold and that would make him angry. I really didn’t want him to get angry. 

The water felt painful against my skin but it numbed me as well, in a good way. I quickly grabbed the bottle of vanilla flavored body wash and rubbed it all over my skin, before washing up.

I finished dressing up, zipping the skin tight red dress and slipping on the ruby necklace and the earrings before grabbing the brush and combing through my long hair. I’d just finished smoothing the red lipstick on my lips when the door bell rang and my fingers slipped , the lips stick smudging across my cheek a little. 

i panicked, fingers reaching out for the wet wipes on the counter. i grabbed a couple and hastily swiped at the scarlet stain on my cheek, before stumbling to my feet. I slipped into the stilletos clumsily, nearly toppling over as i rushed to the door. 

When i opened it, my breath caught in my lung as usual. No matter how many times i saw him, the sight of Park jimin in person,  wearing one of his expensive suits, never failed to steal my breath away. He looked like a painting came to life. The prince Charming from every childhood story i had heard in my mother’s lap. The love of my life who was my salvation. My knight in shining armor. 

His ash blond hair was swept up and he ran his fingers through it. 

“What took you so long?” He drawled casually, eyes automatically moving over every single inch of me. I stayed still , waiting for him to be done with his scrutiny, knowing that he was looking for imperfections. 

But i’d worked hard, spent the entire week in salons and spas .

I wasn’t gorgeous, just as beautiful as i could be next to someone so breathtaking like jimin. i knew I wasn’t good enough, of course i did. Jimin was so handsome, so talented. Every woman on the planet wanted him but he had chosen me . I had to be grateful.

The least I could do was look good for him in return. 

His eyes stayed pointedly on my lips, where some of the lipstick was still smudged and I flinched when his hand shot out, thumb digging into my cheek with painful force as he wiped it off. 

“What is this? Have you forgotten how to put on lipstick? “ He said softly and i gulped, looking down at the floor.

“i was .. in a bit of a hurry..I wanted to be ready for you” 

“But you weren’t ready for me, where you? And well, If you were going to take your bloody time opening the damn door, might as well have fixed this face at least , right princess?” He scolded, reaching down to grip my chin hard forcing me to look up.

“I’m.. sorry..”

“Of course you are. Every single day. You’re sorry. But you never get better do you? You still do shit you should be sorry for. Well, you’re lucky you’re married to me , aren’t you baby girl. i’m not picky like the other guys out there. I’ll put up with your stupidity.” He pulled me closer, kissing me softly and gently. “ I love you so much sweetheart. “

“I love you too, Jimin.” i said breathlessly. 

“Good girl.” He pulled back and used his thumb to stroke my cheek, this time a little more gently. “ is dinner ready?” 

“Yes… of course. i made your favorite.”

“Let’s hope you didn’t ruin any of it.” He kissed me lightly on the nose, arm wrapped around me. i watched as he pulled away, slowly taking off his jacket and draping it over the couch before moving to the table. i lit the candles carefully and he opened the wine , pouring a generous bit of it into both the glasses. 

“ How was your tour,  Jimin?” i said softly.

“It was amazing. Sold out concerts all across Japan. The boys are exhausted. They do want to meet us for dinner day after. Wear that pink dress with the salmon trim, okay baby?” He smiled.

I smiled back, weakly. i hated the way the pink looked on me but I couldn’t really remember the last time i’d picked a dress to wear by myself. 

“Sure, baby.”

The rest of dinner was spent with him telling me about the tour, about jung kook and Taehyung and their shopping trip. He showed me pictures of the dozen or so gowns he’d ordered for me.

“Why aren’t you drinking baby?” He said suspiciously. 

I swallowed. 

“I’m just feeling a bit sick..”

“You’re still on the pill right?”

“Yes. “

“Good. I’m not ready to share you , yet.” He winked. He then stuck his hand inside his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. 

“Here you go.” He slid it across the table and i opened it tentatively.

It was a eautiful diamond ring, the stone set into a pattern like a butterfly. 

“it’s beautiful.” I whispered. 

He smiled and stood up, slowly picking up the wine glass as he came to stand behind me. 

“It is, isn’t it? it’s because i love you. No one can love you the way , i do baby. Here… have a sip..” He reached out, palm curving around my throat and lightly squeezing till my mouth opened instinctively. He pressed the rim of the glass to my lips, tilting the crystal up till the red liquid went down my throat, fingers lightly massaging my throat as i gulped it down obediently. 

“I missed you baby…” He bent down and kissed my neck. “ Did you miss me?” 

i nodded frantically. i had missed him. I’d missed him so much, the house empty and lonely and scary without him around. 

“Will you show me, baby? Show me how much you missed me?” He whispered and I nodded, watching as he came to stand in front of me , while i stayed seated, his waist in line with my lips, as he stared down at me, lightly brushing back the hair from my forehead. i stayed still as  his fingers moved up, spread a little and sank pinto my hair, shaping the back of my head, before curling and gripping the thick strands.

And then without warning he  pulled hard, my head snapping back as pain exploded in my skull except it wasn’t really pain. It was electric and fiery hot, little licks of pleasure up my spine. I liked getting my hair pulled especially when it was Jimin. it was an odd sort of freedom, knowing that he controlled where my face and mouth would be. And if he was in control, i wouldn’t make stupid mistakes and make him mad. 

“Open wide, wet your lips, okay baby?” He whispered and i licked my lips obediently, letting my lips draw back, mouth open in an ‘ O’ as he fumbled with his belt buckle and zipper using his free hand while the other gripped my hair harder. 

I almost sighed in relief when he pushed three fingers into my mouth, my eyes fluttering shut as he carefully massaged my tongue, spreading the digits till i gagged a bit. 

“Just got to make sure if it’s wet enough for me, okay baby… Don’t gag on me okay? you know i hate it when you gag…” He shoved his fingers in deeper and I held back my reflex, breathing rapidly through my nose to keep it down. 

“Good girl… You want my cock now?” 

I nodded frantically, pain now stopping to register and a sort of hazy pleasure settling on my shoulders. I felt the blunt end of his cock against my lips and I leaned forward eagerly but his grip on my hair tightened, hard yanking me back till my skin burned . I whimpered in pain and he made a noice of impatience.

“Filthy little slut, did i tell you that you could suck on me? So fucking desperate for it all the time… Can’t even fucking put on a bit of make up without bungling things up and you act like you fucking deserve to suck on my cock…You’re lucky I even let you near me…. ungrateful little bitch..” He snarled. 

“Please…i’m sorry please let me..”

“Fuck… stop whining… i hate it when you fucking whine like the bitch that you are…” He said boredly, gripping my chin hard till my mouth opened wider. He shoved his cock inside , hard and fully till it hit the back of my throat.

 Don’t gag. Don’t gag.

 i struggled to stay still…. trying to keep my senses together as he fucked into my mouth. 

“Fuck, did you forget how to suck cock as well? use your tongue , you little whore..” He shouted and I struggled to lick the head, using the tip of my tongue to dip into the slit before tracing the small flap of skin near the head. He sighed a bit and slowed down a little before slowly pushing in , gradually till my nose was brushing against his pelvis. 

“ Good girl….” He said finally, and I felt myself preening with pride at the little praise. He used his palm to lightly stroke my throat, fingers pressing in to feel his cock through my neck. I breathed evenly as he slowly fucked into my mouth and finally stilled, spilling into my mouth. i swallowed quickly careful not to let any of it dribble down on the expensive carpet or the fabric of my Ralph Lauren gown. 

He would really hate that. 

When he was done, he pulled back and tucked himself back in. He then bent down and kissed me lightly. 

“You know… i saw the flowers in the front table. i don’t remember sending those.” He said casually.

i froze in place. 

“Those.. Those were from Seokjin…” I said, slightly terrified. 

“i read the card. Didn’t know you were close to my hyung.” 


“is that why you were so eager to come to the dinner day after. To wear that pink dress? Because you wanted to flaunt yourself for him?” He hissed, voice growing gradually louder. 

i shook my head in a panic. 

“No.. No, Jimin I would never…”

“You think i’m a fucking idiot? You think i can’t see the way you look at him.. the way you look at all of them??! Little whore…but guess what … none of them would put up with you…I’m the only idiot who’s willing to settle for a stupid little bitch for a wife….”

“I know..i’m sorry i’m not good enough….” i sobbed out , willing him to look at me. i felt so small when he refused to look at me. Like i wasn’t even alive. like i didn’t matter. At least when he was hitting me or abusing me or fucking me…i felt visible. i felt like I mattered. 

He slapped me then. 

Hard. I trembled as my face burned from humiliation and regret. And relief.

 He’s not ignoring me. 

“I’m sorry…. Jimin, i’m sorry…”

“Shut up! You’ve ruined everything… Take yourself to bed…. and don’t let me see your face till tomorrow morning.. Get the fuck away from me!” 

I stood up on trembling legs and slowly made my way to the bedroom, head bowed.

 Tomorrow, i told myself firmly. ,  Tomorrow I would do better. Tomorrow i would be good enough for him. Tomorrow i would make him love me. 

Author’s Note: Fuck. That hurt. 

‘Home  - by Warsan Shire’

No one leaves home unless home is the mouth of a shark. You only run for the border when you see the whole city running as well your neighbours running faster than you, the boy you went to school with who kissed you dizzy behindthe old tin factory is holding a gun bigger than his body,

You only leave home when home won’t let you stay. No one would leave home unless home chased you, fire under feet, hot blood in your belly. It’s not something you ever thought about doing, and so when you did – you carried the anthem under your breath, waiting until the airport toilet to tear up the passport and swallow, each mouthful of paper making it clear that you would not be going back.

You have to understand, no one puts their children in a boat unless the water is safer than the land. Who would choose to spend days and nights in the stomach of a truck unless the miles travelled meant something more than journey.

No one would choose to crawl under fences, be beaten until your shadow leaves you, raped, then drowned, forced to the bottom of the boat because you are darker, be sold, starved, shot at the border like a sick animal, be pitied, lose your name, lose your family, make a refugee camp a home for a year or two or ten, stripped and searched, find prison everywhere and if you survive and you are greeted on the other side with go home blacks, refugees, dirty immigrants, asylum seekers sucking our country dry of milk, dark, with their hands out smell strange, savage – look what they’ve done to their own countries, what will they do to ours? the dirty looks in the street softer than a limb torn off, the indignity of everyday life more tender than fourteen men who look like your father, between your legs, insults easier to swallow than rubble, than your child’s body in pieces – for now, forget about pride your survival is more important.

 I want to go home, but home is the mouth of a shark, home is the barrel of the gun and no one would leave home unless home chased you to the shore unless home tells you to leave what you could not behind, even if it was human.

No one leaves home until home is a damp voice in your ear saying leave, run now, i don’t know what i’ve become.

i7 Roman: Episode 5

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Cooking (Tenny) -M-

Happy Early Birthday to one of my Best Friends. I hope you like this trash that I have written for you :)

“How much food do I have to cook?” I sighed.
“Enough for all of our members. Like ALL of them” Ten told me. I stared at him and Johnny in annoyance. It was a little past 8pm when the two came and knocked on my door. They explained to me that they had run out of food back at the dorm and their manager wouldnt allow them to order out. Apparently, since I was close with Johnny and lived near their dorm, The 2 asked to come over to see if Id make them dinner.
“You are so lucky that I like you guys” I rolled my eyes before proceeding to cook. “Hope you guys like stew”
“Thanks ____” Johnny smiled and plopped onto my living room couch.
“Youre the best” Ten gave me a quick hug before following Johnny.
“Whatever” I sighed.

While I cooked, Ten and Johnny started to chat with one another. Their voices were really quiet, opposite of their usual selves, but I shrugged it off. Once I had finally prepped the stew, I allowed it to cook on the stove.
“Your food will be done in an hour” I told the two as I made my way to the living room. I took a seat in between the two and let out a sigh.
“So what were you guys talking about?” I asked.
“Nothing” Ten said quickly. I raised a brow at him.
“Nothing?” I stated, not believing him.
“Nothing” Johnny repeated and shot Ten a look. I looked over at Johnny and frowned.
“You two are hiding something” I narrowed my eyes.
“No we’re not” Johnny sank back into the couch.
“Y-yeah.” Ten agreed.
“Guys!” I whined.
“Not gonna say anything” Johnny smiled.
“I know you wont but,” I turned to face Ten “Ten might”
“W-what?” Ten blinked.
“Tennnn” I whined, throwing my arm around his nape. “What were you two talking about” I layed my head on his shoulder in a chaste manner.
“Nothing” he shook his head and avoided eye contact. Although I could see that Ten was getting uncomfortable, I didnt know that it was because of my touch and how close my face was to his.
“Ten come on” I sighed. “Is what you two were talking about really that much of a secret.?”
“Yes. Yes it was” Johnny pulled me backwards. “And we cant tell you”
“Is it about the other members?” I questioned.
“No. Stop being so intrusive” Johnny crossed his arm.
“Says the guy who followed me when I was on a date” I scoffed.
“That was 3 months ago and the guy had another girlfriend. Youre lucky that I was following” Johnny rolled his eyes.
“Still” i puffed.
“You really want to know that badly?” Johnny sighed.
“Yeah” I nodded. Johnny leaned forward
“We were talking about how your birthday was coming up and how we wanted to give you a gift” he shrugged.
“Thats the big secret?” I asked in disbelief. “Thats not even-”
“Thats not all” Ten blurted.
“Ten!” Johnny groaned. “She was about to stop asking”
“You little sneak” I hit his thigh. I didnt notice Johnny tense up slightly. “Ten whats the rest.
"Well…um..” Ten began.
“Ten if you were going to be all nervous you shouldnt have told her there was more” Johnny stated.
“This isnt something I can just say like that” Ten frowned.
“Well then” Johnny smirked. “How about I show her” “Wha-” my words were interrupted when Johnny suddenly pulled me onto his lap so That i was facing him. He stared at me for a second before crashing his lips onto mine. I was taken by surprise by his sudden action and quickly pulled away.
“What are you doing!?” I exclaimed.
“Kissing you” he leaned in again but I moved my head to the side.
“Johnny!” I tried to get off him but he held my waist tightly.
“___,” He softly said. “Remember back a couple months ago when we were having one of our late night talks and you told me one of your little fantasies.”
“Johnny!” I tried to shush him, and glanced over at Ten, who was staring at me intently.
“He already know that you want to have a threesome one day.” Johnny chuckled. “And…he knows that you once told me that youd fuck him”
“Why did you tell him that!!” I cried. I was mortified.
“Dont be embarrassed” Ten scooted closer, his face only inches from mine. “Youre not the only one whod want to..you know” His lips touched my cheek. He was suddenly very confident and moved his lips onto mine. I was still for a moment but began to kiss him back. Ten smiled at this and became more passionate, turning the kiss into a heated one.

Johnny, suddenly feeling excluded, attached his lips onto my neck. He nip and sucked on the sensitive skin, causing me to moan into Ten’s mouth. His hands grabbed at the hem of my shirt and lifted it up. My lips detached from Ten’s as my shirt was removed and thrown to the side. Johnny wasted no time in removing my bra too. The two now stared at me with dark eyes.
“Lets take this somewhere else” Johnny picked me up and headed towards the bedroom, followed by Ten,. Johnny tossed me onto the bed and started to remove his clothes along with Ten. The two stripped until they were both left in boxers. Ten was first to ciimb onto the bed and he quickly reattached his lips to mine. My hands roamed his almost naked body as his massaged my breasts. I moaned into the kiss and was soon forgetting that Johnny was even there. I was reminded of his presence when my shorts were being pulled down along with my panties. I pulled away from Ten, who then proceeded to kiss my neck, and looked down to see Johnny. He smirked up at me and brought his face to my core. I watched in anticipation as his lips neared my lower ones. His tongue licked one swipe up my folds causing me to arch my back in pleasure.
“Johnny~” I moaned. The sound of his name made Johnny more confident. He sucked on my drenched core, his tongue darting to my entrance. Ten noticed my neglected clit and lowered his fingers to rub circles against it. A high pitched moan left my lips when he did. My breathing started to become raggedy and it didnt help when Ten brought his mouth to mine again. My hands gripped his body as i felt pressure building up in my stomach. My hips bucked up against Johnny’s face and I felt myself come. My lips left Ten’s and a loud moan escaped them.
“You sound so fucking hot” Ten smirked.
“Youd look hotter on your hands and knees on the floor” Johnny stated. I looked down at him and realized it was more of a statement than a suggestion. I quickly scrambled off the bed and onto my hands and knees as Johnny removed his boxers. Hos erect member sprung against his stomach and he took it into he hand, guiding it to my mouth. I parted my lips and allowed him in. My tongue licked his tip and a groan left Johnnys mouth. My hands grabbed his base and I took Johnny deeper. My tongue swirled around his dick and I began to suck on it. I hollowed my cheeks and tried to take as much of him as I could while my hands stroked what I couldnt. As i sucked off Johnny, I heard Ten shifting off of the bed and getting behind me. He pulled off his boxers and positioned himself in front of my core before pushing himself in. I moaned as he entered, causing vibrations on Johnnys dick. He grabbed my hair and threw his head back. Ten quickly began ramming into me from behind. His thrusts were hard yet slow. Hed pull back far before slamming into me again. More moans left my lips and I became less concentrated on pleasuring Johnny. Noticing this, he began to thrust into my mouth. I was surprised by the sudden movement but couldnt complain. I felt as if I was in a state of ecstacy.
“Fuck.” Johnny cursed. “I need to be in you” He glanced at Ten and pulled out. Ten did the same and Johnny moved behind me. He slid into me quickly, leading me to moan his name. Ten moved in front of me and positioned himself in front of my lips. I opened my mouth and tried to give him as much pleasure as I could. He bucked his hips against my mouth and held my chin to keep my head in place. I continued to moan against his cock as Johnny rammed against my lowerside. I felt pressure building up in my stomach again and my moans became more frequent to Ten’s joy.
“Fuck ___” He threw his head back. “Im close”
“Shit, you feel so good” Johnny added. Before I knew it, I felt Ten twitch inside me. I pulled away and replaced my mouth with my hands.
“A-aah” He groaned as he shot his seed out. Not momemts later, I felt my self release over Johnny. He continued to thrust into me until his own high came as well. He let out a low groan before pulling out.

We layed on the floor, panting for breath.
“That..was…amazing” Ten smiled.
“It was” I sighed.
“We should have you cook for us more often” Johnny chuckled.
“I dont mind” I joked. “But speaking of cooking. I should check on the stew”

anonymous asked:

Hey ! Elite Ten playing strip-poker please ?



  • Why did I agree to this…


  • Was the one who suggested the game
  • She is laughing at everyone


  • Has not said a single thing about the game
  • The first thing he loses is his beanie


  • Actually wants to cry with Eishi
  • 10/10 would probably wear her stuffed animal as a suit
  • She gets away with it


  • Doesn’t mind having to strip off his clothing
  • Till Rindou starts making fun of him


  • Is ready to bite someone’s Rindou’s head off
  • Trying her best so she doesn’t lose a single article of clothing


  • Is completely okay with the game
  • Is probably down to his lion cloth y’know


  • Still doesn’t want to lose the game though


  • The first one to lose all articles
  • Embarrassed far beyond anyone can imagine


  • She is probably winning???
  • She will do anything to keep all of her clothes on her
  • She ain’t gonna do anything shameless lmao
The Demon Next Door CH 3

(Sorry for the long wait guys)

“ I dont know…” Ten stated. “But maybe we should erase all memory of you from the world”
“What?!” I exclaimed in confusion.
“If youre going to have this child, theres going to be some…changes…” Ten sighed.
“I know but…” My voice trailed off.
“___, demon children develop alot faster than human children. Youre going to have that kid in 3 months from now.” Ten explained. I stared at Ten in shock.
“How do you think people would react? How would your family react? ___, Its going to be really difficult for you if we dont erase you” I stared at Ten for a moment and nodded.
“Fine..” I sighed.
“Okay,” Ten took both my hands in his and began to speak in a foreign language once again. I listened quietly and watched as he placed two fingers on my forehead and pulled them back. A white spirit followed his fingers. Ten allowed it to settle into his hand before crushing it into nothing. “Now….. no one remembers you….. Youve been erased from memories, photos, videos, everything,” I nodded silently and took a step back.
“I think I want to go home,” I stated. Everything was so overwhelming and I had to get out in that moment.
“You dont live there now.” Ten sighed, “you never did”
“Wha-” I began.
“With the memories, your actions have been erased. Its like you never existed,” Ten explained. I stood there in shock, staring up at Ten. “___, you look pale. Lets get you upstairs into bed” I was too out of my head to respond and simply allowed Ten to guide me upstairs. We walked out the basement and up to the second floor. Ten led me to THE room. The room where it all began. As soon as I stepped inside, I felt something weird take over me.
“I’ll go grab a blanket and will be right back,” Ten let go of me and left the room.

The was an odd tingling in my lower stomach. I felt restless and bothered. My breathing was becoming shallow. I didnt know what this feeling was.

But then Ten came back. One look at him and I knew.
“I found this on-” Ten said as he walked inside. Before he could finish though, I pushed him up against the door, slamming it closed. I scanned his features for a second before crashing my lips upon his. Ten seemed surprised but kissed me back. His hands snaked around my waist and Ten began to walk towards the bed. We collapsed ontop of the end of the bed, our lips never disconnecting. I flipped us over so that I was on top and began to trail kisses down his jawline. I pulled back for a moment and hastily removed my clothes, leaving me in just my underwear. Ten followed suit and stripped to his boxers. My fingers trailed over his stomach and I attached my lips to his skin. I kissed down his torso to just above his waist.
“_____,” Ten groaned and I stopped. Realization struck my veins.
“What.. what am I…” I moved away from Ten.
“____?” Ten sat up. “Are you alright?”
“N-no..I’m..I..” I stared at him in shock. “Can you please leave” Ten looked back at me with a blank expression and sighed. He nodded and stood up before making his way out the room and closing the door behind him. I climbed onto the bed and took a deep breath. What had come over me? I couldnt really explain what I felt. It was just a rush of lust and I wanted him. I was disgusted by it. I was disgusted by the whole situation. He was a demon and he took me by force. He erased me from existence. I had no friends or family anymore. Above all, I was going to have his kid…apparently in 3 months. I layed down on the bed and closed my eyes. My hand rested on my stomach. It all felt like a messed up movie. I couldnt see a happy ending however. Everything was gone. I sat up quickly when I remembered that I had lost my home too. I rushed towards the window and looked out at what used to be my house. From where I was standing, I could see into my old room. It was empty. Everything that was mine was gone.I was about to turn back when the light turned off. I watched as a tall male walked into the room. He stood in the middle and just glanced around at the bare walls. His eyes suddenly looked out the window. Out of instinct, I ducked. I wasn’t sure if it was alright for me to interact with others. Cautiously, I lifted my head to peer outside. The male was now standing in front of the window of my room. He stared at me. There was no mistaking that he knew I was here. The sound of footsteps outside the door cause me to jump slightly and look back at the door. The footsteps dwindled as they moved further from the room. I let out a small sigh and turned my attention back to the stranger. When I did, I fell back in surprise and fear. The male was there but he was now floating right in front of me. We were separated only by the glass. I scrambled backwards and watched as his eyes turned a deep shade of red. The window suddenly shattered and a wave of black gushed into the room. It engulfed every corner of the but as it reached out for me, the substance was reflected and pushed back. The wave stopped moving for a moment before rushing upwards and clumping together. I watched as the male from earlier emerged out of the darkness.
“He already transferred the root, huh?” The male chuckled. “That just makes things more fun”
“TE-” I tried to scream out for Ten but my voice suddenly left me.
“Nice try,” He stated and walked forward. As he did so, I shuffled backwards until my back hit the door. I tried to open it, but it was locked. I banged on the door before being pulled back.
“Don’t do that.” The man said in a mocking tone. He held my arm tightly and with his free hand ilted my chin up so that I was staring up at him. “I can see why Ten took you. Youre such a pretty little thing and your scent..its intoxicating. It make me want to just take you for my-” The male stopped midsentence and in what seemed like a second, he turned back into the black wave and moved back to the window as a rush of red exploded from underneath. I turned my head away covered myself with my arms in an attempt to protect myself. I looked down at the floor, watching as the red and black pushed against one another. Slowly, I turned back to look at the scene before me.
“Ten…” His voice left my lips inaudibly.

(who do you think the mystery male is?)

Dirty Deck of Cards (Biadore) - by Sadie

A/N: Hey there again! Thanks so much for giving my fics a shot. I am so glad about the amazing comments you guys gave me! I am glad you like it and there is much more to come. I will already apologize because this is not exactly on my comfort zone, usually I like to do a Biadore fic with Danny/Adore being the sub because in my head that is how it would have been. But I saw the request and couldn’t handle myself. So here it is, Roy/Bianca as a sub. Thank you very much for the love you! I hope you enjoy it. Xx Sadie

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Calvin and Eric, Dylan and Hobbes - Part 1 (of 3)
by Douglas Ord,  Lear’s Shadow

The three parts of “Calvin and Eric,  Dylan and Hobbes”  date from the summer of 1999, just after Columbine, and were part of the first

Lear’s Shadow

upload to the internet in May, 2000.  This means they also date from

before the release

of Eric Harris’s and Dylan Klebold’s journals, along with many other documents, on July 6, 2006.

This 2006 release, along with multiple other factors, made for extensive re-assessment, and when these texts were taken offline in 2008 it was partly to facilitate the return to print syntax required for sustained rethinking.  This further development is available in

The strangeness of Columbine, an interpretation

, which was published via ebook in January 2012, and which contains no duplication of this or other earlier material.

“Calvin and Eric, Dylan and Hobbes” is being restored as first published in part because it provides an early record of stunned recognition of … something. There are flaws: among them too tight focus on Eric Harris to the exclusion of much else.  But it is also restored because foolishness has circulated that it articulates a belief that

Calvin and Hobbes caused Columbine.  This at least sets the record straight.

As for the collage:  it dates to December, 2000.

It was produced, amid the density of early internet exchange about Columbine, so other people could see, in immediate terms, the similarities that had propelled the texts already on Lear’s Shadow.

These were uncanny.

Eric Harris as a human Calvin (as the name had been re-applied, with utmost genius, by Bill Watterson). And Dylan Klebold as a human Hobbes (as this name, too, had been re-applied, ditto, by Watterson).This human Calvin and this human Hobbes, however, were at the ages of just-eighteen and seventeen, mass murderers.

All four of the above images were in circulation, in media ether, in 1999.Columbine, a terrible magnet, drew them together, into collage.

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Show your mom how sweet she is tomorrow with this delicious blueberry pie recipe!

Blueberry Pie

Yield 1 (9 inch) Pie

Pie Crust
2 ½ cups AP flour
1 tsp. salt
1 tsp. cinnamon
¼ tsp. allspice
¼ tsp. ground ginger
2 Tbsp. sugar
¼ cup shortening, cold
½ cup butter, cold
¼ cup water, cold
3 Tbsp. sour cream

Pie Filling
5 cups fresh blueberries
½ cup sugar
Zest and juice of one orange
¼ cup flour
1 Tbsp. orange liquor
1 tsp. orange blossom water
¼ tsp. salt

Preheat oven to 375F.

For the Pie Crust
Mix the dry ingredients in a large bowl.  Using a pastry cutter, cut in the butter and shortening until the mixture resembles coarse meal.  In a separate bowl, whisk together the egg, sour cream, and water.   Make a well in the center of the flour mixture and pour in the wet ingredients.   Slowly incorporate the two together until the dough comes together.  Divide the dough into two discs and cover in plastic wrap.  Refrigerate for 15 minutes.  

For the Filling
In a large bowl, toss the blueberries with the dry ingredients.  Add in the wet ingredients and mix to combine.  

To Assemble
On a floured work surface, roll out the first disc of dough into a 12-inch round.  Transfer to a 9-inch pie dish.  Trim the dough so there is only a ½ inch overhang.  

On a floured work surface, roll out the second disc of dough into a 12 inch round.  Using a large knife or pastry wheel, cut out ten ¾ inch strips.  

Transfer the blueberry filling to the pie dish lined with dough.  Arrange the dough strips on top of the filling to form a lattice.  Trim the excess dough.  Fold the bottom crust over the ends of the strips and crimp to seal.

Place the pie on a baking sheet and bake for approximately 1 hour until the crust is golden.  

Cool to room temperature and serve.  

The bathroom door opened, the light instantly blinding you from your spot on the mattress. A cloud of steam trickled into the bedroom before Ashton appeared in the doorway, a towel wrapped around his torso. He walked across the bedroom towards the direction of his suitcase, rummaging around until he found a pair of worn sweatpants. When he dropped the towel, you whistled playfully watching as he tugged the grey material up his legs and over his thighs.

“Enjoying the view?” he asked, back still turned towards you. He grabbed the towel from the floor before using it to dry off his hair, tossing it over his shoulder when he was done. He winked at you on his way back to the bathroom, shaking his butt just enough for you laugh to echo in the room.

With Ashton back in the bathroom, you decided to get ready for bed yourself. It had been a long day and you wanted nothing more than to curl up next to Ashton and sleep for ten hours. You stripped out of your pants tossing them in the direction of your suitcase. Climbing back into the bed, you settled yourself closest to the window before turning the television off.

“What are you doing?” Ashton asked, as he walked toward the bed stopping where your feet laid sticking out of the covers. 

Your body was still, your head sunk into the plush hotel pillow. Your eyes fluttering open and closed as they tried to find Ashton’s silhouette in the dark room. 

“M’sleeping,” you said, words muffled by the pillow. 

The mattress dipped as Ashton’s body sunk into the spot by your feet. He poked your exposed foot, your instincts immediately jerking your foot back under the covers. He did the same thing with your other foot before you had time to save it. 

“You know,” Ashton said. “That’s my side of the bed.” 

You blinked, a yawn falling from your lips that echoed off the dark walls. Instead of moving, you pull the covers farther up your body. The cold, white sheets causing goosebumps to break out on your arms. 

“It’s my side now,” you said, your lips twitching into a smirk. 

Ashton huffed as he crawled up the bed, his eyes never leaving yours. He hovered over you  fingers dancing across your cheek before  they stopped, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. Your eyes shut in content, his breath ghosting over your neck as he trailed kisses down it. 

It was heaven and then his real assault began. His fingers digging into the soft flesh of your sides. You shrieked, the sound piercing your own ears as you tried to move away. Ashton had the upper hand though, his legs moving to straddle your waist as he continued tickling your sides. 


“Are you going to move to your side?” he asked, halting only long enough for your head to sink back into the plush pillow. 

That’s all it took for him to continue his assault despite you squirming under him. You panted, tears starting to fall from your eyes as Ashton continued. You tried pushing him off you but that only gave him access more flesh causing you to shriek even more. 

“Okay!” you shouted. “Okay! Fine, I’ll move!” 

Ashton rolled off the bed, offering you his hand to help you up. Despite the offer, you slapped his hand away grumbling as you moved to the cold side of the bed. You got yourself situated, back facing Ashton, before the mattress dipped again. 

“Awe come on baby,” Ashton cooed, wrapping an arm around your waist and tugging you towards his chest. 

“I hate you,” you mumbled, relaxing against his bare chest. 

“I love you too,” he smiled, kissing your forehead. 

Hesitantly makes a masterpost for the Fairy Tale AU because I love it, but I don’t trust myself.

A Son By Any Other Name

Act One

Chapter One ………………………………………. A Wish of Good Fortune
Chapter Two ……………………………………….. A Fib of Beating Hearts
Chapter Three …………………………….. The Luck of Prince Charming
Chapter Four ………………………………….. A Night of Howling Wolves
Chapter Five …………………………………….. A Night of Damned Souls
Chapter Six ……………………………….. A Trust in Young Starmappers
Chapter Seven ……………………………………….. A Sky of Absent Stars
Chapter Eight ……………………………………… A Threat for Big Brother
Chapter Nine ………………………… A Stream of Exchanged Promises
Chapter Ten ………………………………………. The Blue of Sunny Skies
Chapter Eleven ……………………………….. The Blessings of Old Kings
Chapter Twelve ………………………… A Picnic for the Prince’s Queen
Chapter Thirteen ………………………………… A Suit of Scarred Beasts
Chapter Fourteen ………………………. The Words of Frustrated Sons
Chapter Fifteen ………………………………… The Hunt for Five Princes

Act Two

Chapter One ………………………………………. A Boat for Baby Brother
Chapter Two …………………………………… The Strike of Lone Wolves
Chapter Three …………………………………… A Shift of Secret Keepers
Chapter Four ………………………………… The Eyes in the Rabbit Hole
Chapter Five …………………………………………… A Task of Great Pleas
Chapter Six …………………………………… A Storm of Missed Warnings
Chapter Seven ………………………………… The Letters of Bitter Roses
Chapter Eight ……………………………………….. A Cave for Three Souls
Chapter Nine ……………………………………. A Book of Hidden History
Chapter Ten ……………………………… The Guard at the Palace Gates
Chapter Eleven ………………………… The Papers of Lifelong Promise
Chapter Twelve …………………………… A King of Disregarded Beliefs

Act Three

Chapter One …………………………….. The Sword of the Lover’s Star
Chapter Two ……………………………………….. A Palm of Stolen Stars 
Chapter Three …………………………. The Man on the Dragon’s Back
Chapter Four ……………………………….. A Matter of Mindless Hearts
Chapter Five …………………………………. The Laugh of Two Brothers
Chapter Six …………………………………. The Fear of Freed Prisoners
Chapter Seven …………………… The Thoughts of Threatened Kings
Chapter Eight ……………………………….. The Healing of Parted Seas
Chapter Nine ………………………………….. A Rose of Stripped Petals
Chapter Ten ………………………………… The Ghost of Moments Past
Chapter Eleven ………………………………… A Princess of New Packs
Chapter Twelve ……………………………………. A Fear of What Comes
Chapter Thirteen ………………………….. The Curse of Faithful Lovers

Act Four

Chapter One …………………………………………. A Loss of Three Years
Chapter Two ………………………………….. The Fate of Wedding Days
Chapter Three ………………………………….. The Call of Mother’s Son
Chapter Four …………………………………….. A Halt to Wedding Vows
Chapter Five …………………………… A Deal with a Crownless Prince
Chapter Six ……………………………. The Ship on the Blazing Horizon
Chapter Seven ………………………….. The Petals of a Cautious Rose
Chapter Eight ………………………………… The Sprint of a Mad Prince
Chapter Nine ……………………….. The Sounds of Kingdom Melchior
Chapter Ten ……………………………….. To Speak the Mother’s Name
Chapter Eleven ………………….. The Memories of Empty Princesses
Chapter Twelve ………………………………….. To Save a Brother’s Life
Chapter Thirteen ……………………… The Hesitations of Prince Scott
Chapter Fourteen ……………………….. The Breath of a Fallen Prince
Chapter Fifteen …………………………………… The Split of Six Stones
Chapter Sixteen ………………………….. To Find What Happens Next

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Companion Pieces

The Eldest of Three, The Youngest of Three - by @thelastswallow
A Blow on Queen Susan’s Horn - by @thelastswallow
Interlude - by @thelastswallow
The Starlit Prince - by @tb5-heavenward
These Stars are Yet Unfallen - by @thelastswallow
Song of the Sea - by @ms-thunderbird
Of Gilded Frames and Silver Crowns - by @writerdarkflamespyre
Confrontation - The Prince and the Wolf - by @whitewolfie666
The Captain’s Glass - by @tb5-heavenward
The Morning Gift - @thelastswallow
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anonymous asked:

Hii! I was wondering what course you take at uni and what your thoughts are about going to art universities in general. I'm thinking of switching over from sciences to pursue an art degree, but since I draw in a semi anime style, I'm worried I won't be able to take classes and learn new things without being criticized..Art universities also seem very expensive so I'm very insecure if I'll make the right choice, (what is 'right';;;) Thankyou for reading anyway and sorry for this weird question;

I took an Animation course at the Arts University Bournemouth ^-^ I graduated this year, and honestly speaking, I’m pretty sure Art Universities vary from place to place and their level of rigour/workload will also vary not just from institution to institution, but from course to course.

My Animation course was really heavy duty. We worked 5 days a week, from around 9am til 5pm every day, and by 3rd year, when we were working on our own film in teams, we made our own schedules and had to be very self disciplined. So days became more of a 9am til 7-9pm, and I’d often be going in on Saturdays to keep up with work/do more to alleviate some of the workload that was gonna be coming our way by the end of the year. I know many classmates who were taking work home with them to keep on top of their Animation too. There were many sleepless nights..

So it really really depends on what kind of art course you want to pursue (I can only speak for Animation!), and what kind of institute you’re thinking of looking into! Animation was fantastic in how it incorporated life drawing into its curriculum (which I’ve seen many art courses do, like Illustration, Fashion, Model making etc), and the tutors were great at explaining the basics and getting us to understand the tricks and rules to human anatomy! But once we learned those rules, they encouraged us to break them so that we could develop and hone our own styles, so I think in terms of your concern about your own style…if you’re willing to learn the basics and practice the ‘rules’ of anatomy, and face constructive criticism on how to improve, you’ll be fine! 

Criticism kinda goes hand in hand with art - you can’t escape it and you shouldn’t, honestly. You won’t improve as fast, or in as many areas, without feedback and helpful pointers. I’ve had a fair few cruel teachers, and there’s a massive difference between helpful, constructive, fair criticism, and being taken down ten pegs and having strips torn off your esteem. Everybody draws differently and for different reasons, don’t feel ashamed of the way you draw!

As for choices…nobody can make the choice but you Anon ;; I can only give you my 2c and hope the advice/my experience gives you a small morale boost. Art is a really tough career and course-choice to pursue, and if you’re being worked hard, that usually means you’re at the right University (I’ve heard some courses can be very lax and that personally doesn’t seem worth the money you’re putting in if the teachers aren’t as dedicated as you are ><). It really depends on what you want to do at the end of it all! There are MANY fantastic artists online who’ve taught themselves and learned from peers and tutorials, without attending any kind of art institutes, and that is also a very valid and plausible path you can pick! The decision is ultimately yours, and I hope some of my gurglings have helped even a tiny bit ;;