the bed of chaos

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“With the strength of Lords, they challenged the Dragons. Gwyn’s mighty bolts peeled apart their stone scales. The Witches weaved great firestorms. Nito unleashed a miasma of death and disease. And Seath the Scaleless betrayed his own, and the Dragons were no more”

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>GWYN  >BED OF CHAOS   >GRAVELORD NITO    >SEATH THE SCALELESS

Gavlan wheel, Gavlan deal…  

  • Gargoyles: challenges your ability to memorize patterns and tells, throwing you a curve ball when the second one comes down, forcing you to focus one while you remain aware of the other's movements and attacks. Eventually helps you learn how to take on multiple enemies regardless of strength or size
  • Bed of Chaos: Yall ever play hungry hungry hippos?
Big Brother Shadow Headcanons
  • So I thought up some Headcanons for Shadow as a big brother figure to Cream and thought I'd share!
  • Shadow participates in her tea parties.
  • Let's Cream style his quills. They then take some selfies together and share them online. Sonic teases Shadow over his new 'do while Amy finds it precious!
  • It's rare but sometimes Shadow will be the one to read Cream a bedtime story.
  • He has taken Cream out for some training before. It involves them running lightly through zones and such. They don't go very far.
  • Vanilla has Shadow's cellphone number.
  • Rouge has dragged Shadow along to go shopping with Cream and get her a new toy or outfit.
  • Shadow has checked Cream's closet and under her bed for "Monsters."
  • They race each other's chao against one another!
  • They'll color together sometimes.
  • Shadow attends Thanksgiving with Cream, Amy and Vanillia. He sits at the table and watches them eat. It kind of creeps them all out at first.
  • Will pick flowers for Cream and make flower crowns for her. His crowns are usually one flower or color and look neater than Sonic's.

bootyshakerkegrimm  asked:

Pillar men with their human s/o sleepy time headcanons?

Sleepy time Headcanons with Kars

  • He’s usually sleep with hands on his chest
  • He’s not one to cuddle but he’s fine if s/o puts a hand over his chest
  • He prefers to be sleeping in the darkest parts of the temple to avoid solar light
  • He’s the first one to nap
  • Sleeps in the Soldier position
  • He doesn’t snore. Silent as a bat

Sleepy time with Esidisi

  • This boy would definitely leave an open fire started to provide warmth
  • He’s take off his hat to free his hair before sleeping
  • He’s the third to sleep
  • He probably snores

Sleepy time with Whammu

  • He’s actually the last to sleep out of four of them
  • Meditation before bed, find an inner peace among a path of chaos
  • Whammu controls the wind to make it less noticeable for everyone who is sleeping
  • Sleeps in the Yearner position
  • Snores quietly, mouth slightly open and chest rising up-and-down

Sleepy time with Santana

  • Sleeps in the Freefaller position
  • He doesn’t snore either
  • He accidentally absorbs a passing rat during his sleep


Title: Story Time

Group: Ikon
Member: Bobby x you
Type: Friendship/Smut
Warnings: Foul language, sexual kinks, unprotected sex (don’t do it kids, always use condom / other contraceptive)
Song recommendations: “High You Are (Branchez Remix)” by What So Not, “Mary Jane” by Tiara Thomas and “Sure Thing” by Miguel [spotify playlist] [youtube playlist]


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There were always three of us through the school, through thick and thin. Hanbin, Bobby and I.

We spend lazy Sunday afternoons playing video games, ordering pizza and drinking too much coffee. Laying on the bed, relaxing in the middle of the chaos of the room and talking shit.

“Who you texting to?” I ask Hanbin.
“Don’t worry about it.”
“Ha. I bet it’s Lizzie again. When you two gonna hit the sack?”
“Shut the fuck up.”
“It’s so fucking obvious. You need to make a move on her or someone else will for sure.”

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AU WHERE DRACO SUPPORTS GAY RIGHTS BY DYEING HIS HAIR IN RAINBOW COLORS

i love these two, and i just find them so drarry?!? So because i’ve always loved the boy’s rainbow-colored hair, i thought why not write this

i gotta tag some drarry squad ppl here: @malfoyco @julietsemophase @riddlemarvolos @sprout2012 @gloster @upthehillart @hotter-than-potter @dreamydrarry @sectumsemprat @goldentruth813 @mxlfoydraco @actuallydrarry @alwaysmoony @drarry-ponderings @ummalfoy @b-tamin @dr-aco @imagine-drarry @halfbloodblake @lollipops-are-awesome (im aware i dont talk to some of you, but ily’all xx)

Draco couldn’t be pulled into his turn of doing the dishes that day, the home work was someone else’s concern, Harry’s concern, and yet again he found another excuse to escape the house chaos, and leave a sleeping Harry on their bed taking a nap.

The pretty Saturday afternoons to Harry were meant to be spent with his lover, cuddling in bed or doing something together, staying all warm and safe in each other’s arms, feeling the fine wind brush against them gently;  that was it until harry sensed a sudden change, something was missing, or rather someone, a certain source warmth wasn’t there anymore , he shifted in his bed as his eyes started to open slowly, and in realization that Draco wasn’t there beside him; they flung wide, each iris reflecting a deep emerald green color in contact with the sun light.

“Draco?” he called, his voice cracking a little before he took a swig of water from the bottle on the bed side table, and without even knowing it he found himself smiling.

Maybe he is downstairs cleaning up the mess in the kitchen.

Harry’s legs swirled from the bed to the floor; he stretched a little before trudging towards the door and down the spiral staircase of their fancy loft. Still smiling, he ran his hand through his tousled up hair that looked messier than usual; but it wasn’t like he could help it- Draco loved it that way.

As Draco was anything and everything his mind could adjust on at that moment, his hopes to see his lover down there- maybe cleaning the kitchen, collapsed before his eyes when he stepped onto the loft ground, Draco was nowhere to be seen, he sighed and grabbed his phone from the living room table desperately and called him, his brows creased and face tense.

He wore an expression of perplexity; It was the fifth time and Harry started to worry, so he began to bombard him with messages, however, it seemed like it was all in vain, there was nothing back from Draco, and of course, that was what he expected from a wizard learning to use a telephone.

We’ll see about this later.

Harry entered the terribly-looking kitchen, cringing. It had never been this dirty before, but he guessed that what happened when two people try to cook together, and not just cooking, he chuckled at the thought before he made a swish In the air with his wand, then everything was clean and shiny again.

To do it with his wand wasn’t as pleasing as harry thought it would be to see Draco wash them with his hands, to use no magic, he captured the boy in his mind standing shirtless, his hair naturally a little messy and the pouring water slightly splashing his bare stomach and caressing the scars on his chest as he ran his hands through it. The corner of Harry’s mouth twitched into his cheek.

Harry lifted his eyes up to the watch on the wall and he mentally gasped as he saw it was almost 5pm, “Damn I slept so long, He better be coming back soon.”

He put on his apron and got to work, planning to make some chocolate cookies.

Not so long later, the cookies were done cooking, Harry opened the oven and was hit by a very pleasant wall of the delicious smell of cookies, he sniffed deeply the aromatic fragrance wafting throughout the kitchen, and placed them on a separate plate, the soft smell of his treats still teasing his nostrils.

As Harry removed the apron, and placed it aside and was about to take the first bite, he heard the door open, the sound of hot summer air forced into a passage way then the door clicked close.

“Finally decided to come back?” harry asked crossing his arm before Draco came into the kitchen “Where have you been?” he frowned.

“I was, Um-with pansy,” he stuttered before his eyes could examine the kitchen “Oh I see you’ve cleaned the mess.” He smiled and moved towards Harry.

“What you were actually supposed to be doing with your hands.” Harry’s eyes shifted down from Draco’s eyes to his lips as the latter approached him.

“Oh really?” Draco cocked an eyebrow before capturing the other’s lips in a long needed soft kiss and wrapped his arms around his waist.

Harry’s eyes opened again slowly, and then once again his mind was a surging perplexity, the weather was hot, he literally could shower with cold water but why was Draco wearing a wooly beanie?

“Why is that?” he beckoned to the beanie with his brows, slightly tilting up his head, it was hiding Draco’s whole forehead.

Did he cut his hair? Does he have bangs now?

Draco’s expressions softening in realization; he smiled. “Take it off” he said to Harry.

“Sure,” said Harry getting even more close to Draco, their lips inches apart, his mesmerizing emerald green eyes locked with Draco’s grey deep ones and for a moment, he felt how hard butterflies collided in his stomach-

“Oh my god- D-Draco … Why?” Harry stammered “You really didn’t have to do that. You Look…”Harry lost any possible source of words as his eyes locked with the beautiful set of colors in Draco’s no-longer-plain-platinum-blonde-hair, he looked startled at the band of colors with an open heart, and different parts of Draco’s hair were colored in various rainbow shades. It occurred to Harry how much Draco cared about what he loved, through each wisp Harry found another source and meaning of affection and empathy, Harry set about trying to find any possible description to what was in front of his eyes, but to no avail, his eyes were shimmering, immersing in the beauty that was before them.

“Do you like it?” Draco asked softly, his eyes a fire with passion.

“Draco it’s amazing! I never thought you’d ever dye your hair in rainbow colors, I was just kidding that night.” Harry said enthusiastically.

Draco chuckled, “I support gay rights, I support our rights; you and I.” He pulled Harry closer to his body, their foreheads touching, Harry’s eyes sparkling with mirth and staring up Draco’s ones.

“I love you.” Harry said smoothly, he was afraid his voice went unheard, but as Draco pressed his own lips against Harry’s ones kissing him passionately, he got his answer. “I love you too, more than anything, Harry.”

Harry smiled purely at him, a swirl of warmth washing over his body, “I made cookies by the way, what about we go eat them while watching TV?” said Harry.

Draco beamed at him “I’ll bring milk, you take them, and I’ll be there in a minute.” He said affectionately, Harry nodded and took the plate from the counter heading towards the comfy sofa, the smell still refreshing his insides.

Soon enough, Harry caught from the corner of his eyes Draco coming toward him, he changed into a white v-neck shirt, his hair tousled just like Harry loved it, he was holding two mugs of hot steaming milk before he sat down next to his boyfriend.

Harry half-lied down a little, sitting upright, and then spread his legs wide for Draco to come, the latter approached him gladly and then sat in the same position between his hips but with his back and head on Harry’s chest.

Harry ran his hand through Draco’s hair as the latter took a cookie, he was amazed, and found himself falling harder at how soft and beautiful his hair was. So suddenly, he felt the utter urge to bury his face in Draco’s hair and inhale sharply, breathe through it. As he did so, a strong smell of peppermint shampoo invaded his nostrils thoroughly, Harry closed his eyes, it was as though he’d finally found his true source of oxygen, with the soft hairs brushing against his face.

Draco’s lips twitched into a pure smile as he listened to Harry’s heartbeat while eating his little cookie, he reached out and grabbed Harry’s hand and intertwined their fingers together. And just like so, they stayed there, their bodies twinkling with warmth and hearts glinting with uncontrollable love and desire.

(eng isnt my mother language so yeah pls ignore if there’s any mistake xx ) 

Imagine #1: Pranks Aren’t That Funny

Request:  Hi! Well. I hope you understand me ‘cause I’m not so good at speaking English. Well, i would like to request a one-shot where the reader is angry at Peter so she decides to ignore him all the day and he crazy 'cause she hates that and fluffy?? LYD


You couldn’t believe him.

You told him you hated these stupid pranks, but every time he would plan one and get the lost boys in on it. You never really minded before, sure they were annoying, but they were harmless.

This one took it too far.

You stood in the center of your tent, tears filling your eyes as you saw the mess. Your room was in disarray. The bed flipped over, books thrown around. It was pure chaos, but that wasn’t what had you so upset.

You could handle the messed up room, but everything washed away when you saw the picture of your late mother smashed onto the floor, torn apart. Your breath caught in your throat as you walked towards it, slowly sinking to your knees.  

It was then that Peter and the boys came smashing into your room, all laughing and shoving each other to see your face. Your back was towards them, and you didn’t move as your heard them all yelling things at you. You heard Rufio yell at you, “We got you good this time, Y/N!”

A snicker came from Dylan, “Come on Y/N, aren’t you going to say anything?”

The tears started rolling down your face as you calmly picked up the pieces. You bit the inside of your cheek as you stared down at the ripped face of your mother. A ragged breath left you as you whispered out, “How could you?”

Footsteps approached you, and you flinched as you felt a hand rest on your shoulder. You looked up to see Pan smirking down at you, “You can’t be that upset, we were just joking around.”

It was then that rage consumed you, “Just joking?! Pan look at my room! Look at what you’ve done! I-I just-” You took a breath, you couldn’t even begin to form the words to explain how you felt.

He rolled his eyes, “Stop acting like such a girl.”

In that moment you were floored, your eyes widened in disbelief at him. You grinded your teeth and glared at the arrogant boy in front of you, “Go. To. Hell.” And with that you shoved your way through the lost boys and ran into the forest.

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A couple hours later you made your way back to camp, you had walked around just venting out loud and raging about how stupid they all were. Eventually you knew you had to go back, so calming yourself you turned around.

When you walked back into camp everyone turned to look at you. Nothing was said as you made your way over to you tent. Once inside you saw the mess was cleaned up, but the spot where your mother’s photo was empty. Remorse filled you as you saw this, but you only sighed and laid down to sleep ignoring the sounds of the boys dancing as they did every night.

Morning rolled around and you had gotten up and left your tent. You went over to the pot and got a bowl of whatever was inside, not really minding what it was any more. You looked around and saw the boys doing their usual things, but noticed they were looking at your every few seconds. You said nothing as you made your way over to a log and sat down by yourself.

“Well it’s good to see you back, Y/N.” You glanced up to see Peter standing over you. You only looked back down to your bowl and scooped out some food. A frown made its way to Peter’s face, “What? Are you not going to say anything now?” Again you just stared down at your bowl. “Y/N.” He growled out. You simply rolled your eyes and stood up.

You dumped you bowl off into the bucket and made your way over to Felix, “Wanna go shoot some arrows?” He glanced at you and looked back to Peter and saw the leader fuming. Felix shrugged and stood up. The two of you made your way over to the practice area without saying a word to Peter. As you left Peter glared at the spot you were, a lost boy came up to him but he yelled at him. He sighed and stormed away back to his cabin, unsure what to do with himself.

When you and Felix returned it was almost time for the celebration. Peter came up to you again, “Y/N, did you want to light the fire tonight?” You knew what he was trying to do, lighting the fire was a great privilege and the lost boys would kill to be the ones to light it. Peter rarely let anyone do it. You only bit your tongue and stared ahead, saying nothing. He rolled his eyes, “Fine. Guess I’ll let Rufio be the one to light it.” You only crossed your arms, and you could feel the anger rolling off him as he stormed away.

The celebration was in full swing. You were currently standing with a group of lost boys laughing at some joke that was said. All of you were getting along fine. Peter came up to join you all. When he did you stopped laughing and went to walk away. A hand gripped your arm and you were suddenly in a clearing outside of camp. You ripped your arm and turned around to see a murderous looking Pan. “What the hell Y/N?” You said nothing as you glared at him. “Why are you ignoring me?! What did I do?! You seriously can’t be upset with me about yesterday!”

Something in you burst and you yelled at him, “Why can’t I be?! You destroyed my room Peter! Everything was a mess!”

He only rolled his eyes, “Yes but the boys and I easily cleaned it up. You know it was all in good fun.”

You looked at him in disbelief, “Peter I don’t know how many times I have to tell you I hate these stupid pranks! You guys always take it too far!”

He threw out his arms, “And how did we take it too far yesterday?”

“The picture Peter!” He looked at you in confusion. Tears filled your eyes as you ran a hand through your hair. “When I came to this island, I didn’t bring much. The clothes on my back, a favorite book. And the picture of my mother.”

Understanding filled his eyes, “That’s what you were kneeling in front of yesterday.” He murmured.

You only nodded. A hiccup left you as you went to turn away from him. “It was the only thing I had left of her, my father burned the rest of it. I was able to hide it under my mattress and keep it from him.”


Arms wrapped around you as Peter pulled you in for a hug, “I’m sorry, Y/N. I had no idea.” Tears rolled down your cheeks as you leaned your head onto his chest. He ran his fingers through your hair.

You looked up and saw his green eyes piercing down at you, “I’m sorry for freaking out like that, I just didn’t know what to do.”

He only let out a small chuckled and planted a kiss on your forehead, “You’re fine, Y/N. And I promise I’ll fix your picture for you when we get back to camp.”

You smiled at him and leaned up, planting a kiss on his cheek you whispered, “Thank you, Peter.”


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