the moon belongs to the people

overwatch heroes as lgbt memes
  • Soldier 76: move i'm gay
  • Reaper: the gay agenda
  • McCree: macklemore didn’t die for this
  • Genji: [minor inconvenience] is homophobic
  • Pharah: classifying random things as butch or femme
  • Sombra: bisexuals are invisible
  • Hanzo: don’t gays have a power bottom thing
  • Widowmaker: we popping the BIGGEST bottles when makorra happens tomorrow
  • Junkrat: what’s better than this, just guys being dudes
  • Mei: the moon is a lesbian
  • Bastion: isn’t it kind of fucked up that we apply gender to [inanimate object]. wake up. they’re just [inanimate object].
  • Torbjorn: i bought a rainbow backpack to support you guys
  • Roadhog: [x] belongs to gay people, straight people can’t have it
  • D.VA: the rumour come out: does [x] is gay?
  • Zarya: down with cis
  • Winston: i can’t get up! i'm gay!
  • Reinhardt: [insert fairytale here] but gay
  • Mercy: not to be a lesbian but oh my fucking god. oh my god. jesus fucking christ. fucking shit jesus fuck oh my fucking jesus christ. god in heaven. holy fucki ng shit
  • Lucio: elton john, a known gay
  • Ana: handmaiden/feudal lord discourse
  • Zenyatta: HAROLD…
  • Symmetra: trans women can't cook quesadillas

its au time you sons of hecks

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I envy the belief in Pisces Suns, Moons and Venuses. I envy that ability to see the beauty in every single person they meet and the ability to love so blindly. And yet, not even for a moment do they question the validity of their emotions. The validity of their trust. The validity to someone’s beauty or personality.
It’s truly amazing how these people love and want to be loved like they live in a book, and with every day a page turns that hides a new adventure and a new opportunity for a lover. The ability to be with people for so long, even through it’s through lack of skepticism.
Their trust is beautiful and once truly earned, I cannot begin to fathom the depths that belong to these people.

Comprehensive List of Ryden Songs

For anon! Marking the songs written by Ryan as R and Brendon as B 

Northern Downpour: R The Ryden Song. 

  • Ryan told Brendon to pay special attention to the line ‘I know the world’s a broken bone, but melt your headaches, call it home’
  • Brendon has broken down many times while performing it post split and doesn’t sing it anymore
  • ‘I missed your skin when you were east’ is believed to be a reference to the Seattle lore. 
  • ‘Hey moon, please forget to fall down’ - Sun & Moon theory  

When The Day Met The Night: R obvious Sun & Moon theory also here Brendon uses male pronouns in the second verse!

Cape Town: R by The Young Veins, Ryan and Jon’s band, post split

  • Cape Town was the last show Panic played before they split
  • Includes the line ‘I loved you, I left you in Cape Town’
  • Ryan has also said the split was like breaking up with a girlfriend

The Other Girl: R 

  • ‘Don’t have much to say right now, Cause I’m trying to figure out, Why he’s with the other girl’ wow need I say more?

Bittersweet: B 

  • ‘I’ve been to Tokyo and to South Africa’ Cape Town is in South Africa and it’s like a response to Cape Town
  • ‘You could tell me secrets that I’ll probably repeat
    I’m not trying to hurt you, I just love to speak’  
    we know Ry is a secretive person and Brendon has a big mouth so yeah 

Nearly Witches: R+B ahhh The Song Of Salt and pain

  • Ryan wrote the song during the cabin days, but later Brendon used it on V&V with some modifications
  • basically he changed it from a creepy, spooky song to a romantic thing
  • also he changed Ryan’s ‘as a boy’ to ‘as a girl’
  • AND THE Main Thing: Brendon mocked Ryan’s original lyrics ‘here I am composing a burlesque’ Very Frequently by singing it in a.. camp way.. and thrusting his hips etc

Memories: B check this out

The Calendar: B subtlety has never been B’s best suite 

  • This is officially about the split and Ryan and Jon. Like confirmed.
  • but  ‘And I meant everything I said that night
    I will come back to life, But only for you’ 
  • ‘Put another ex on the calendar, Summer’s on its deathbed’ -Sun & Moon theory  
  • ‘at night your body’s a symphony, and I’m conducting’…!!

Hurricane: B 

  • Cause they know, I know that they don’t look like me.
    Oh, they know, I know that they don’t sound like me.  -
    referring to the young veins changing their style 
  • But he didn’t come and speak to me, Or put my heart at ease.

Casual Affair: B

  • preceded by an anti gay message from an old film during live shows
  • which possibly implies it’s about a gay affair? I think brendon said it was about fantasizing etc so yeah

Nicotine: B brendon’s denied it, but a lot of people think the muffled intro sounds like I love you Ryan Ross, but not right now…

Lonely Moonlight: R  Ryan’s solo work

  • ‘When I had a younger heart, You told me not to fear the dark’
  • ‘Someone I love loves someone else’  awww poor bb
  • also even the title is Sun & Moon theory

Where I Belong: R again one of Ry’s 2014 demos

  • If you wanna see the sun, You’re gonna have to dig your way out - Sun & Moon theory 
  • I know I should’ve never left, I’d gotten tired being buried -possibly he was tired of hiding behind Brendon’s voice for his words, but he regrets leaving
  • I hope that I’ve still got your help - Ryan’s actually said he’s not against working with panic again

Impossible Year: B

  • There’s no sunshine, This impossible year - Sun & Moon theory  
  • bitter pills, tattoos, last bruises, no you and me

House of Memories: B he’s not subtle lmao

  • Memories turn into daydreams, Become a taboo 
  • I think of you from time to time, More than I thought I would….You were just too kind And I was too young to know 
  • Those thoughts of past lovers, They’ll always haunt me.. I wish I could believe, You’d never wronged me 
  • honestly, brendon didn’t really have very serious relationships before Sarah so who is he talking about?? (ryanryanryan)

Golden Days: B the throam song (I’m looking @ u anna green)

  • I found a pile of Polaroids, In the crates of a record shop 
  • Boy he was something debonair in 1979
  • Time can never break your heart but it’ll take the pain away

Distorted sense of self;

Saturn in the 1st or 5th, Saturn harshly aspecting the sun (restriction and limitations of the identity, of the self-expression)

sun in the 12th, Neptune in the 1st or Neptune harshly aspecting the sun (hidden identity, dissolving of the identity)

sun/Uranus intercepted or [mildly] leo/Aquarius intercepted (suppressed sense of self and what makes the individual feel special and unique, hard time understanding what sets them apart from others) 

sun in detriment (Aquarius), Aquarius moon, Uranus in close contact with sun or moon (feels different, awkward, misplaced, like they don’t belong)

sun in fall (Libra), Libra moon, sun in the 7th (feels incomplete, hallow, mimicry of people who make them feel whole)


Sun in the 2nd house: the native understands themselves based on their belongings. They find themselves through obtaining & define themselves by what they own. They focus on quality of life; it contributes to self-esteem.

Moon in the 2nd house: the native is comforted by their belongings. Their emotional security depends on financial security & security of status. Their mood is dictated by their self-value. They easily form sentimental attachments.

Mercury in the 2nd house: the native learns best through sensory experience & material collection of information. Their intellect is driven by owning knowledge. Their belongings/status influence their communication.

Venus in the 2nd house: the native greatly values beauty & their self-esteem is dictated by superficiality. They share what they own because they know more can be gained in unity. Overestimate the value / quality of things.

Mars in the 2nd house: the native is driven toward material gain & it energizes them. They are impulsive & obtain on whims or instinct. They may become wasteful because they don’t stop to appreciate or be grateful.

Jupiter in the 2nd house: the native can become gluttonous, wasteful, or frivolous. They are very generous & innately understand the worth of things, though they can exaggerate it. Typically “run out” because they expect not to.

Saturn in the 2nd house: the native is extremely conservative & will refuse to obtain unless it is necessary to do so. They may always feel like they never have enough so they acquire slowly & rarely expend it. Often become wealthy.

Uranus in the 2nd house: the native has no concept of what the “right amount” is & fluctuates wildly. Innovation is expressed when quality is sparse or plentiful. They place too much value on uniqueness or rarity.

Neptune in the 2nd house: the native is oblivious to what they actually own. They expend their belongings/finances without full awareness. They do not (or cannot) draw a clear distinction between what is valuable and what is not.

Pluto in the 2nd house: the native is extremely possessive & private about their belongings. Most people do not know how wealthy or penniless they are because they don’t reveal it. Their belongings may change who they are.

poems for the signs

The fire and blood of a dragon runs through your veins,
and it takes only but a spark to light your fuse
Your soul is an inferno, that wanders through the night, 
wailing like a lonesome wolf.
You are a force to be reckoned with,
with your tempting, but destructive beauty.
You have the ability to scorch even Earth itself,
with just one single glance.
You, my dear, are built out of gold,
one of the most rarest and beautiful things to find in life.
Never lose your flame, for you will lose nothing but yourself.”

You have flowers blooming through your soul,
even in the most darkest and hidden parts of you.
You illuminate a brightness, brighter than the sun,
with your silent radiance.
People are memorized by the power behind your voice,
as the honeyed taste of spilling love falls from your lips.
You are nature itself, grounded and tough,
but pleasuring and lush, like the trees around you.
You are the healer, kissing people’s wounds,
with your undying love.
For you are hard-headed, but not hard-hearted.”

You are the unusual, the chameleon soul,
changing your colors, due to your inner indecisiveness,
that is as wide as the ocean.
Your eyes are like stained glass windows,
holding many colors that represent the wide range of emotions that you hold.
You are the soft skin your lover craves to caress,
the skin that smells of lilac and sunflowers.
Your deception is playful and freeing,
for you are a sharp-tongued lover.
Darling, you are a safe haven, a home,
and anyone who dares to entangle their soul with yours,
will be changed forever.”

You are the nurturer at heart, 
the one that keeps lovers safe in soft silks.
Your soul is bathed in moonlight,
while your tears ripple in the crystal oceans of your collar bones.
The blue-dark belongs solely to you,
and your soft hands part the dark,
letting the light shine through for everyone to be entranced by you.
With beauty as dangerous as a knife,
and love like a double-edged blade,
You are the moon, the keeper of night.”

You are the vibrant goddess of the day, 
with skin as gold as the sun, 
bringing hope to the sunrise. 
Unconditional love brews inside of your photosynthetic heart,
with the ability to keep people alive with a burning desire.
You are sharp-tongued and made of broken glass and honesty,
which is to be admired throughout your life.
There are heartbeats in your eyes that shine so brightly,
you are to be mistaken for the sun itself. 
You are so much more than all of your sins and mistakes,
and all of the tears that stain your radiant eyes,
will soon turn to gems.”

You, my love, are a flower born in the heart of a drought.
Your skin is made of lace and silk, for you are fragile thing,
to be handled with love and care. 
But deep in that pure soul of yours,
lays ardent thoughts and dangerous beauty.
The scars across your heart shall fade like a distant storm,
for you are a soul seeker, a searcher, most importantly, a human.
You are a gentle nymph, singing lovers into a trance,
for you are as lovely and ethical,
as  a faery song.”

For you are a bed of roses, 
with your crimson petal lips and china doll cheeks.
Sometimes you are as bright as the day,
Sometimes you are as dark and mysterious as the night,
you keep people on their toes, waiting for your next move.
You are beauty, in the way that humans so rarely are,
warm and starry eyed,
for you truly are the child of Venus.
You love with the strength of a storm,
but with the kindness of a child.
Darling. you are the oxygen that everyone needs.”

Silver raindrops drip from your lips like stars in the sky,
with hips like a hurricane and a soul to match. 
You are the body electric, the midnight dancer,
with passion that is to not be confused with arrogance. 
You are a supernova, the explosive rebirth,
with a smile that crafts magic.
So many layers and colors you hide, 
contained in your electric heart.
You seep poison into the veins of those who hurt your loved ones,
for your undying passion and love knows no bounds.”

You laugh and smile in sunbeams,
for you are ready to burn through the darkness of the night.
Your everlasting light is buried in the softness of love,
but the untamed dark lingers through your soul.
You, yourself, are a religion, a dreamer,
but as dark and deep as the midnight ocean.
You are so in touch with the earth all around you,
for you have stars in your eyes and moon dust in your hair.
You are a warrior, a light, a fire.”


You, my love, are the definition of inner strength. 
Beyond the hunger of your golden dreams,
a softness remains.
Your soul is a work of art, so bold and unique,
everyone wants a part of you.
tease, touch and dark,
love is something special, and you treat it like gold.
There are sparkles in your doe eyes,
and your touch entrances people,
with the undying mystery and ferocity in every stroke of your love.”

You are made of nocturnal oracles and burning stars,
the brightest stars from all the heavens.
Your brilliant mind is as wide and colorful as the aurora borealis,
and oh, what I’d do to get lost in it for eternity.
Your heart bleeds in water colors, 
for you are the ocean itself,
keeper of the lively tides.
The bruises that paint across you skin are like galaxies,
for you are fully made of star dust.”

You are the galaxy in the skin of a human, the owner of the sky.
Your bruised mouth speaks an intoxicating type of love,
for you are a sweetheart, a seductress.
Your starving soul is desperate to wrap around another,
for you find beauty in the broken. 
Your mystical and rose colored aurora draws admirers in,
for you, yourself are the unknown.
Darling, you leave a trail of stars wherever you go,
for you a wanderess of the night.” 

Aries Moon: Emotions are immediate, little filter between head and heart but there is some disconnect when it comes to vulnerability.

Taurus Moon: Emotions are slowly processed and sometimes blocked by practicality and cautious decision making.

Gemini Moon: Emotionally detached yet fascinated by others emotions and ultimately their own.

Cancer Moon: Emotions flow and change like currents, they can easily drown themselves in their own feelings.

Leo Moon: Emotions frequently take form of passion and does everything emotionally in a bigger way.

Virgo Moon: Over thinks and over analyzes emotions, treats them like information that needs to be organized not felt/experienced.

Libra Moon: Emotions and intellect are balanced but negativity and intensity easily throw them off balance. Deepness needs to be explored.

Scorpio Moon: Emotional processing is intense, deep, and complex.

Sagittarius Moon: Emotions are more straight forward but sensitivity and deeper feelings are rare and scattered.

Capricorn Moon: Emotions are highly blocked with practicality and even some negativity or realism, expression revolves around security.

Aquarius Moon: Emotions are highly detached, has a huge curiosity about how other people work, wants to belong.

Pisces Moon: Emotions are felt very freely, almost chaotically.

ilvermorny / remus lupin

Anonymous said: Can I have a one shot where you’re from Ilivermorny or whatever and you transfer to Hogwarts and James (or Remus) is asked to escort you to your classes and such until you get used to it oml Im in love with this idea😍😍😍   

the gif tho. fUCK

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Originally posted by pleasingpics

Dumbledore’s office was quite intriguing. Tall shelves of books stretched to the ceiling and the quirky gadgets that scattered the room sparked your interest. Your fingers ran along the columns as you ascended the few stairs that led up to his desk, admiring and soaking in each detail. As you drew near the polished desk, your eyes met those behind a set of half-moon spectacles belonging to a long bearded man. His eyes were gentle and amused and you suddenly felt embarrassed for gawking at everything.

“Your office is sweet,” You exclaimed excitedly and your fingers itched to run along the spines of the hundreds of books.

The headmaster chortled gleefully and appeared puzzled. “I hadn’t a clue an office could be sweet, but I’m delighted you think so!”

You giggled and shook your head, forgetting you weren’t in America any longer. “No, sir. In America, people use the word sweet to describe something that’s cool or really nice.”

He ‘ah’ed’ and nodded in understanding, his eyes squinting as he smiled. “Y/F/N, the transfer student from Ilvermorny. We’ve been expecting you for awhile,” He informed and held a yellow candy out towards her. “Lemon drop?”

Brows furrowed, you accepted the candy and smiled at the peculiar man. You slid the lemon drop into your mouth and shifted awkwardly, waiting for him to continue and unsure of what to say. 

“Since you’ve no idea of your way around, I have spoken to a student whom is willing to escort you to your classes. He should be here any moment.”

“What’s this student’s name, Professor?”

Dumbledore carefully chose another lemon drop before replying. “His name is Remus Lupin. He’s in the Gryffindor house, as are you, and he’s a very bright wizard.”

Just as he finished and you had pursed your lips, mulling the newfound information in your mind, footsteps sounded from behind you and you spun around curiously. You had to refrain from giggling as the boy you assumed was Remus Lupin stumbled ungracefully up the few steps. When his eyes quickly flickered to you, his head ducked but you still caught sight of the pink tint to his cheeks. He tousled his messy hair further as his long, slender fingers raked through it and a giggle finally escaped when he kept beating his eyes toward you, but never for longer than a few seconds. 

“Ah, Remus!” Dumbledore exclaimed and rose from his seat. “You finally arrived.”

Remus rubbed the back of his neck and nodded sheepishly. “Sorry about that, Professor.” He smiled nervously.

“Not to worry, Mr. Lupin. This is Y/F/N, a transfer student from Ilvermorny.” He gestured to you and the attention in the room turned towards you.

You smiled politely at him. “Hi,” You blurted and sent a small wave his way.

He tried not to gape at your enthralling smile and after blinking a few times to make sure you weren’t a figment of his imagination, he smiled weakly. “Hi,” He replied, but it was less bubbly and sounded like he’d ran a marathon beforehand.

The headmaster clasped his hands together and a creamed colored piece of parchment glided from within his desk when he flicked his finger wordlessly. It flew into your grasp smoothly and your eyes scoured over the words while Dumbledore explained, “This is your schedule. I have put you in the same courses as Mr. Lupin to make him escorting you much easier on both of you. Seeing as how it’s Saturday, Remus, you may show her around the school today if you please. Now, you two can be off!”

After the meeting in Dumbledore’s office, your tour of the school commenced. Your mouth remained parted as you walked the corridors alongside Remus, your eyes taking in as much of the surroundings as possible. He had led you to the grand staircase and you heard him chuckling as your head tilted back to admire the portraits lining the walls. The marbling of the stairs as well as the architecture of the arched doorways was simply breathtaking and you found it hard to take in all of the subtle details. 

A palm landed on the small of your back, urging you toward the staircase. He couldn’t stop his eyes from training onto your awestruck face and smiling in amusement. You looked as if you’d never experienced magic in your life as you studied the moving portraits when you passed them on the ascend up the marble stairs. 

Deep within your own thoughts, an abrupt squeak elicited from you when the staircase began to move, gliding through the air to connect in a complete opposite direction. Your body swayed dangerously and Remus instinctively caught your waist to steady you from falling backwards. Your hands gripped onto his biceps and your stomach lurched when his muscles flexed underneath your palms.

“I think you failed to mention that the stairs move,” You joked breathlessly and you weren’t sure if the pounding of your heart was caused by the moving stairs or him touching you. 

Remus licked his bottom lip and bit it, his eyes darting from you for a split second before returning. He smiled sheepishly. “The stairs move.”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t bite back a smile. “Thanks for the heads-up.” You laughed and dropped your hands from his arms, placing your firm grip upon the railing instead. “Anything else I should know before I go any further? You know, so I can avoid plummeting to my death.”

“Right. Some of the stairs disappear or will make you leg sink through,” He informed as he continued on guiding you upstairs before pointing at a particular step that you both were approaching. “Like that one, for example. You’ll learn which ones to jump. Eventually.”

“Eventually?” You cried and widened your y/e/c eyes. “Is this school trying to kill it’s students?”

He chortled and hopped over the step with ease. “Hogwarts is one of a kind, love.”

His hand extended for yours which you gratefully accepted. You stretched your leg over the pesky stair and hopped onto the same one Remus stood on. Your landing wasn’t as smooth as his and you stumbled into him a bit. His hand that wasn’t curled around yours went to your waist for the second time and you flushed pink, giggling off the clumsy act. He smiled down at you gently and you swallowed nervously, his close proximity heightening your nerves. 

“Erm, we should probably head to the common room,” He said lowly and your belly fluttered. “It’s getting late.”

Pulling away from him, you tucked a hair behind your ear and nodded. “Lead the way, Lupin.”

The Gryffindor common room didn’t disappoint. 

A fire burned brightly in the fireplace, crackling and popping soothingly. Red couches and armchairs scattered around the room, but the small window seat caught your utmost attention. It had it’s own little nook, little plush pillows perched on top of the seat with a throw blanket folded neatly along it. You could vividly picture yourself practically living there with a book or homework assignments or perhaps charcoal pencils to sketch the view. It was cozy and warm to welcome you as soon as you entered into it. 

“The girls dormitory is that way and the boys is over there.” Remus pointing in the correct direction of the dorms and you watched in amusement as his face flushed. “Not that you needed to know where the boy’s dormitory is unless–”

You nudged him and he closed his mouth immediately. “Maybe I’ll visit you in your dorm sometime,” You teased and winked suggestively, thoroughly enjoying him so flustered.

“R-Right! I-I mean-”

“I’m kidding, Remus.”

“I knew that.”

Smiling up at the messy haired and brown eyed boy, you pushed yourself onto your toes and pressed your lips to his reddened skin. “Goodnight, Remus,” You hummed and just as quickly as it had happened, you had slipped out of sight towards the girl’s dormitory. 

Remus grinned goofily in the direction you had left in. 

He could still feel your lips on his face even as he laid awake in bed that night. 

Unpopular Opinion: Witch Aesthetic/Looking ‘Witchy’

For the love of rosemary, why does anyone have a problem with this??? 

There is only one instance where I could see witch aesthetic being offensive, and that’s when it’s perpetuating harmful antisemitic stereotypes. 

But do you know what I see instead? Young kids wearing black clothes, liking crystals and candles, and getting bullied because they’re “not real witches” when they never even claimed to be in the first place. 

And no it is not the same as appropriation. These aren’t kids going around wearing sacred Native American ritual dress, they’re wearing black lipstick. It doesn’t equate even remotely. Especially when you consider there is no dress code for being a witch. 

Crystals, the moon, black clothes? These things do not belong to witchcraft. They don’t belong to anyone they just exist and we use them. 

Describing something as “looking witchy” is not an offense to The Witch Collective™ and it doesn’t harm our community. 

I see so many people get so angry at others for how they dress and what things they like. You know how it reads? “You can’t like those things because when I like them, it’s special, and I’m special, so you can’t have it.” 

I think that’s pretty gross. Let the kid wear black lipstick and have a rock collection. They aren’t hurting anyone. 

Reclaim the Day:

What is it: A day for witches of color to post selfies, scenery, rituals, pages from your grimoire, altars and other aspects of your witchcraft on tumblr.

Why is this is a day: Because we as a community of witches need to be seen and heard. There is already a certain standard of what witches are supposed to be on tumblr, and unfortunately the standard does not apply to witches of color. That said, I want to take this day to celebrate and “expose” our community.

We are more than a stereotype. We exist in all shapes, colors, and sizes. It’s time that people realizes that. Realize that witches of color do exist, and that we are valid and real.

When is it: February 11th, 2017 (the day after the next full moon)

Misc: Use the tag #pocrtd. Anyone of color can post.

Spread the word, and if you have any questions, feel free to ask me!

(logo created with power point, all mages belong to bing ;D) 

It was her favourite thing in the world to watch how days bled into nights, how the sky turned from blue or grey to orange, laced with shades of yellow and pink, changing into something entirely different if you stopped paying attention for a minute, until eventually the stars emerged from behind the clouds. If anything, nights were what made her feel alive. Nights were for the dreamers.
It was the magical way everything seemed dimmer and quieter at night, yet more vibrant and louder. The edges and lines of the buildings blurred together, people’s features seemed softer in the weak light of the street lamps. Laughter echoed through the streets, faint and melodic. The reflections of the glaring neonlights burned in her irises, sharpening her senses and inviting her to burn, burn, burn - burn just a little bit brighter. She shouted words into the night, listening to how the city whispered them back, through tree branches and car exhausts and the faint music from bars and clubs. Every bone in her body hummed to the rhythm of her heart and the blood sang in her veins to join the song that marked the end of another day.
At night she could pretend. Pretend that the moon watched her every step, pretend that the velvety night sky held all the possibilities the world could offer a girl like her. In a way, she’d always felt like one of the stars gleaming above her. Tiny, only a fraction of the bigger picture, too insignificant to matter. And yet. And yet she knew that it was where she belonged. Only a tiny pinprick of light, with enough courage and imagination to let herself dream of better days, stranded in a sea of people who didn’t see her. At night she could pretend that when the next day dawned, it would all be different, knowing very well that when the sun had set again, she would be out there again, head lifted to watch the stars, letting the lights guide her home.
—  dreamer / n.j.
excerpt from a book i’ll never write
Moonlight Reign (Ch. 1)

A/N: Okay, my first series (since Snowfall All Year is only a two parter I need to finish) I’ve been wanting to write a mafia!au for the longest time, and I am crazy late on the trend but fuck it. Hope y’all enjoy and give me some love!

Originally posted by myjaebutt

Pairing: Mafia boss! Yoongi x reader (hopefully it’ll stay that way)

Word count: 2.7k

Genre: Angst, fluff, maybe some smut

Summary: Some things in this world are dangerous, and you, him, and the world you once lived in that now belongs to him are just some of many you can’t be free from, but do you even want to be?

“It’s time to go now, y/n.” 

1, 2, 3, 4

“Five years after the fall of the underground power family, Moon Corporation, people still suspect an even more powerful company has taken their place since…”

1, 2, 3, 4

“The color red doesn’t suit this house well.”

1, 2, 3, 4

“The exposure beheld more answers than questions, but on the five-year anniversary of the suicidal explosion that killed the head, Mun Byungyeol and his daughter, the, as ordered to remain anonymous, green haired 13 year old. Colleagues mourn in secret and establishments fear an anniversary heist…”

1, 2, 3, 4

“Locals have several theories on the big conglomerate that now controls Seoul’s business, underground and above, with mafias and gangs running rampant, people fear the government is under their thumb as well…”

1, 2-

You inhaled deeply, as if just surfacing from the drowning body of water residing in your brain. Your fingers stilled from the tapping, a  desperate attempt to make you surface, a sorry technique therapy drilled into you.

Four was too perfect of a number for such an ugly world, a world you had to feign blind to now.

Your palms retracted from their firm placement on the wall you leaned on, relaxing you. Releasing your slightly curled fingers, you stifled a laugh at the desperate attempt to grasp onto something. 

Your little episode was finished as you settled your mind with the news continuing to drone on. Looking at the time, you decided it was time to get ready for your study session with Jungkook. 

Jungkook was a guy in the same university as you, he was older, but you were a year ahead, so you were in the same class. He was your neighbor in this adequate apartment complex that you kept via a crappy waitressing job. He was the regular party boy always at clubs and coming home at ungodly hours of the night. 

You weren’t exactly a social butterfly, so if you found one friend in Jungkook, you figured it wouldn’t be such a crime.

You faced the mirror, patting down your hair, “The green didn’t suit me well at all,” You mused, fixing your natural shade of hair, “Although the forest green was a nice shade on my skin.”

After gathering your study material, Jungkook knocked on your door and you studied like usual. He would always get distracted halfway through, though.“Why do you still have the news on?” 

You looked at the TV and shrugged.

“I guess I forgot,” You spoke, “Now what did you think this-”

“Mafias and gangs…” He mused, “Aren’t they the same?”

The pencil in your hand stilled. Absolutely not. Gangs were pawns, the mafias in this world were the players. As a little girl, that was the first thing you had learned, how to play chess outside a casual park bench, how to play chess crushing people in your hands as you moved them.

“Like I care.”

“You aren’t scared of these guys at all?”

“Failing class is scary, that,” You gestured to the TV, “Is a cheap haunted house in comparison to the hell of getting a D for my semester grade.”

Jungkook stifled a laugh, “I’m thanking every divine being if I pass, but it’s worth it as opposed to only studying and working.”

You rolled your eyes, “Sorry I’m not a child of the night.” Not anymore, at least.


A few days later exams went well for you, and you finished your semester and had a solid two months off. All was well and it was peaceful in the dead of night.Too bad your body rejected sleep.This week was a big week.


“Dad?” You whimpered as a strong hand patted your head to calm you, or soften the blow of what’s to come, “Tell me you didn’t.”

Mun Byungyeol was a rough man who took you in as a young child. His men killed your parents for revenge and a nearly-dead 3-year-old suffering from starvation and cigarette burns was found at the scene. Initially resistant to your arrival, he got right to training you to be the heiress to replace the heir he never received.

He may have been rough, but he was a caring dad, even if you had never been his priority.

Not unless you could be used as currency.

“Y/n, it’s time for us to go,” He sighed, “I let this greed consume me, and I’m afraid it’s begun eating me alive now.”

Your mind couldn’t comprehend his words. The news was drowning out the comfort he attempted to give you. “…such evidence is linking the Moon Corporation to heinous mafia activities painting them as a possible syndicate, but no arrests have been made or criminal investigation on Mun Byungyeol himself, but many workers are being targeted due to possible involvement…”

Everything was dying. All your training was never for anything but fuel for his greed. You should be angry, shocked, appalled, but you weren’t. He’s been cashing out for so long on the blood of his family and foes that you didn’t even flinch when he said it. You did, however, flinch when the whole world highlighted it.

“If I just cash out and retire, we could never live in peace,” He shook his head as he switched off the TV, “But Uncle Byungjoo has a plan that I think might just work, but you and I won’t meet for a few years-”

He was going to abandon it. Cash out one last time, and leave. You were too surprised, you had put an inkling of faith in his heart to love this empire, like a fool. Your eyes widened at the notion of him abandoning you too. All you knew was his presence. All you knew were your father figures, “But the empire-”

“We were never an empire,” His self-loathing clung to each word, “I treated this organization as a bank, a money maker, it was inevitable that the paper I cradled would catch fire.”

You didn’t scream, yell, or cry. At least you hadn’t, yet.“Then who will rule Seoul?” You wondered aloud.

“A real syndicate.”

“Who will stay with me?”

He smiled warmly at you for the third time in your life, “One day, a real human.


You woke up with a start from a bang on the door, but considering the 4 am hour, you chalked it up to city noise. Five years ago today, you saw the match light. In two days, it will have been five years ago you saw the flames engulf your home, your family, and everything you were. Each year, this week was chaos for the city of Seoul. Each day was accompanied by an event that slowly grew more and more above ground. It was almost mocking the past, the surfacing of dirty secrets. Secrets the world knew, but never wanted to see, cowards.

The new syndicate at the top of the kingdom was known as Bangtan to the underground scene, but with a “Group” tacked on after the ominous name, they were also the kings of the business world. They were much better at actually hiding their identities, hence why most average people assumed there was no such syndicate anymore or that the “law” took care of it. As if the “law” wasn’t under the thumb of the kings. 

The only reason you were aware of their presence was because getting out of the game was easy, but you could never fully burn the console.

Another bang on your door startled you out of your thoughts, “I knew I shouldn’t have let you go alone to the bar before such a big day- where are your keys?!” 

An unfamiliar voice spoke through your door.

“Ask, y/n,” Jungkook’s slurred voice rang out in a yell as you flinched at the volume, “Y/n! I need stitches!” 

This wasn’t the first time Jungkook was yelling outside your door, most likely bleeding on your doormat. You never really asked questions, you just patched him up and left him on your couch.

“Is this even your door?! Did you lead me to one of your whore’s places?!”

“Bangtan!” Jungkook chanted in response.

This made you huff as you hopped out of bed in your large t-shirt and shorts and ripped the door open. You were faced with a blonde haired man in a three-piece suit accompanied by a trashed Jungkook with a short, but deep, cut on the corner of his forehead. The blonde-haired handsome man stopped struggling with Jungkook as he looked at you with the most pristine judging face, “Look, just forget we were-”

“Y/n!” Jungkook cheered before he passed out.

“He lives next door,” You remarked flatly, “No, I’m not one of his whores, more like one of his classmates, but I’ve seen those lines get blurred with him a lot, so I understand the assumption,” You looked at his forehead again, “And he does need stitches.”

The man narrowed his eyes, “Do you usually play nurse for him?”

“Only when his blood is dripping on my doormat, for the third time this month,” You angled your head down for the man to see, “Bring him in, you aren’t the first friend of his I’ve met-”


“Anymore blood on that mat and I’m making you pay for it, now come on,” You snapped as he walked in and sat Jungkook in a chair around your table. You shut the door as you pulled your first aid kit out, “You have to sit him on the floor or the couch.”He complied to the couch, 

“Why does he-”

“When he wakes up, he attacks whoever is in front of him,” You spoke, preparing the needle and thread, “And I can’t stitch and hold him down at the table,” You explained, settling your knees to lock on both sides of Jungkook’s legs and your elbows pressing on his shoulders.

“Aren’t you scared he’ll hurt you?” The man asked as you began stitching.

You scoffed, “The only thing that scares me are failing grades.” You chuckled, “Plus Jungkook hurting me? Yeah, right. He has the fight of a peanut.”

Eventually, you just went on stitching in silence until the man broke the silence, “Who are you?” The man spoke mid-way through your stitching.

You paused for a moment, “Didn’t you hear Jungkook? I’m y/n, and who are you?”

“None of your concern,” He stated.“You’re bleeding on my hardwood floor, that has me pretty concerned.” You gestured to your hand to show him the small cut on his, “Concerned for my floor I mean.” You clarified, “The other two told me their first names at least.”

You thought back to the much pluckier and grateful Taehyung and Jimin as they smiled at you before taking Jungkook away.

He sighed, “Namjoon-”

You were tying the final knot when Jungkook snapped his eyes open. He immediately dove at you, pushing you to the floor, making the needle in your hand scratch your forearm before you threw it across the room to avoid the tempting notion of stabbing him with it. Namjoon was trying to find an opening to cut in between the struggling as Jungkook was sloppily throwing his fist down and you were moving your head to dodge each blow. Though his moves were sloppy, they were still fast, and Namjoon ended up watching in awe as you fearlessly slammed your forehead on his fresh stitches to make him stop to register the pain. You took advantage of the opening as you effortlessly pinned his arms down with your knees planted on his upper arms, “Jungkook!” You snapped as Namjoon watched his younger friend finally recognize you in his drunken haze.

“Y-Y/n?” He questioned, his tongue thick in his mouth, “You hurt my head- hey, you’re bleeding on my shirt!”

Your arm had a gash the length of a half ruler, it was shallow, but still dripping blood, but you didn’t flinch, “Wonder who made me hurt both my arm and their head, jackass,” You muttered, examining his stitches to make sure the impact didn’t affect the new suture, “And you got your blood on my doormat and my forehead, so let’s call it a draw.”

Namjoon was beginning to suspect you were more than a college student. With the sheer fearlessness and those fighting skills, you had to be something or someone who was anything but a regular student. Upon this realization, he then felt enormous regret wash over him for telling you his name. Yoongi would be livid if the empire was affected by Namjoon’s poor judgment, even in the most minuscule of ways. This string of thoughts prompted his mistake of grasping your wounded forearm to make you stand so he could properly question you. What he didn’t calculate in that movement was the fact that he grasped your fresh cut, which hurt like a bitch. This pain made you bring your other forearm to his neck, pressing firmly into his trachea as his back hit the wall with a bang, “Don’t ever manhandle a lady, Namjoon,” You seethed as you released him, “Care to explain yourself?” 

Namjoon regained his composure, impressed by your reaction time and ability to weaken his pride in such a short matter of seconds, “Who are you?” His tone was rougher in comparison to when he first asked the question.

“None of your concern,” You mocked, “Now take your sloppy friend, an alcohol pad and go-”

Your anger was cut short by a cloth that smelled an awful lot like chloroform engulfing your senses and releasing you from consciousness.

Loosing your moon can tear you apart Part 2

This took…long, to say the least…Does anyone even remember this? If not here’s

Part 1


NSFW (a lot of people wanted me to do tentacle hentai, and how can I say no?)

Nightmare and Dream belong to @jokublog

Cross belongs to @jakei95

Swap versions belon to @blogthegreatrouge


Xcellence was lying on the couch, trying to get his mind to anything but Halluciv. He figuered a bit sleep would help him getting his mind away from him.


Halluciv was holding Eraser’s hand, leading him somewhere. Halluciv was in his original form, wearing a short black dress. And with short I mean reeeeaaaally short. It was a off-shoulder dress, so his shoulders were fully exposed, and it had a very deep down cutout. He wasn’t wearing any shoes for some reason. He had a sweet smile on his face, and lust in his eyes.

They were in a fancy hotel, with golden walls and old lamp holders. Finally arriving at a certain door, halluciv pulled out a key, from behind his back. He slowly entered the room backwards, holding Eraser hands with both of his hands.

Halluciv let go of Eraser’s hands, who had closed and locked the door behind them. Halluciv placed one of his hands on his forehead.

“Oh no~” he said smirking “This dress is sooooo tight i can’t breath~Please end my suffering Racy~” Eraser smirked, then walked over to Halluciv. He unzipped his dress while brushing his mouth over one of the exposed shoulders.

“Oh you poor thing~Let me take care of you~” his smirk grew when, the now fully naked, Halluciv let himself fall on the bed. Eraser removed his shorts, then climbed on top of Halluciv. He began kissing Halluciv wildly, who kissed back.

They pulled away with a string of salvia, then Eraser began biting the others neck.

“A-aaahh~ Oh Racy~ p-pleaaase~aahh~” Halluciv moaned. Eraser stopped biting and smirked, playing with the others spine

“Please what~?”

“please fuck me~”

“As you wish~” and with that he started thrusting. Halluciv’s moans were filling the whole room.

“Aahhh~ mmhhnn~ Y-YES TH-THERE~hhaaahh!” Halluciv arched his back. They were like this for quite a time, when Halluciv cummed. A little after that Eraser gave a final thrust and came inside Halluciv. He collabsed next to Halluciv and began cuddling him.

“Have I ever mentioned how amazing it feels inside of you?” Eraser asked.

“And did I ever tell you how amazing you feel inside of me?” Halluciv asked back.

“I love you” Eraser said.

“I love you, too”

“More than Xcellence?”

“Ppfff… as if I could ever like that looser”

“NO!” Xcellence woke up with a scream. It was only just a dream.

He sat up, massaging his eyes.

“Wow, didn’t think you were this weird” Xcellence looked to his left and saw, on the couch sitting next to him…

“Marvul…” Xcellence said annoyed. If he wasn’t there, nothing of this would’ve happened.

“I know my name” Marvul said, putting his left leg on the couch and his arm on his knee, in a relaxed motion.

Xcellence sighed “Why did you come here?” he asked.

“Weeeeell,~” Marvul started “I knew that you had naughty dreams including my brother, but not with my boyfriend” he said. Xcellence looked to the ground.

“You mean Halluciv’s boyfriend” he murmured quietly, but Marvul still managed to understand him. He looked at him confused.

“What do you mean by that?” Marvul asked. Xcellence was still looking at the ground.

“They slept together….”

“WHAT?!” Marvul jumped up, the sudden loud tone in his voice made Xcellence jump, too. Marvul couldn’t believe it. At first Eraser cheated on him with Reboot, and now with his own brother.

“H-HOW DARES HE- yeeaaaaahh, can’t really blame him. Not like I never did the same to him” Marvul said shrugging.

“How do you even know?” Marvul asked.

“It happened when….”




“Go away guilt,  go away, JUST GO AWAY!” Halluciv shouted to himself.

“I have to tell him the truth” he still didn’t want to, but he had made his choice.

He went out of the room and walked down a bit of the stairs, but stopped when he saw Marvul and Xcellence sitting on the couch.

“Wow, that sounds painful” Marvul said.

“You think?” Xcellence asked.

“But the good thing about it is-” he pins Xcellence down “We don’t have these blockers anymore” Marvul said, before gently biting into the other’s neck. But Xcellence pushed him away.

“Marvul stop!” Xcellence said. Marvul looked a little hurt by that, but they had other problems.

“My heart belongs to Halluciv, and I won’t cheat on him again!” Halluciv felt his soul warm up, wich was quickly crushed by a laughing Marvul.

“Oh please, you don’t even believe this yourself” Marvul said while still laughing “I mean, as if you would ever be able to stay without me. Do you remember the christmas party, where Halluciv was drunk and you took that chance to go in a room with me? Or the birthday party when we hid under a table? I’m still surprised nobody noticed. Oh! And the best one was your anniversary, when you held a speech about how much you love Halluciv and like twenty minutes later you took me to a storage room”

Halluciv’s jaw dropped open. That’s it! Nobody was ever allowed to treat him like that! He wasn’t just anybody, and he would no longer let himself being threatened like trash. He ran into Xcellence’s room and closed the door.

“Marvul I’m seriouse! I’ve hurt him enough already” Xcellence said. Suddenly his phone vibrated. He looked at his phone, and jumped a little when he saw that it was Halluciv.

my moonpie💜💕: Senpai I’m sorry. Please forgive me

Xcellence thought for a moment. He smiled, he really wanted to make up with his Lucy. But he had to play it cool.

Senpai😍💋: Sure, why not

Halluciv rolled his eyes. What a jerk. He blushed and smiled. A cute jerk.

my moonpie💜💕: Yay! Okay, then come to your room, I have a little surprise for you ;3

Xcellence blushed and pushed Marvul to the exit.

“Ähm…What are you doing?” Marvul asked confused.

“No questions” Xcellence said then practically threw Marvul out of his house.

“Okay, now…” he looked at himself in the mirror.
“Senpai~ I’m waiting~” Halluciv said cutely. Xcellence blushed again and ran up the stairs. He knocked on the door.

“It’s open~” Xcellence opened the door and there was…nothing. He was confused for a moment, but then the door behind him was closed and locked by a…tentacle…

Before he knew it a tentacle was wrapped around him and lifted him up.

“Hey senpai~” Halluciv was in his tentacle form and sitting on the bed, his legs crossed.

“Lucy, what are you-mmpf” he couldn’t finish the sentence, because a tentacle was beeing shoved into his mouth.

“You know…” Halluciv said and stood up “I’m tierd of being played by you. What am I to you? A toy for your amusement? Something to pleasure you? A pet, who does everything you tell them to do?” Halluciv took four of his tentacles, two of them grabbing his wrists, and the other two taking his legs, shoving them apart. He took out the tentacle in Xcellence’s mouth.

“Lucy that’s not tr-”

“I should just kill you. Slow and painful” Halluciv said “But…” he caressed Xcellence’s cheek and pulled him closer. They could feel eachother’s breathes. “you’re too beautiful” then he closed the gap and kissed Xcellence passionately. After a while he pulled away.

“But that doesn’t mean I’m finished with you” Halluciv said and let his tentacles move Xcellence, so he was facing the ground, but was still in the air.

“L-Lucy?” Xcellence asked a bit scarred. Halluciv shoved a tentacle in his mouth again, then began to let the rest of them travel through his ribs.

“HMMM!” Xcellence felt pain, because Halluciv used his tentacles to squeeze his ribs and left cracks in them.

“Do you like that senpai~?” Halluciv cooed. He leaned in where Xcellence’s ear would be.

“Summon something for my tentacle~” he wispered. Xcellence looked at him with a pleading look.

“To be honest, the thought of killing you still didn’t leave my mind” Halluciv said, sounding a bit bored. What has driven into him? Xcellence didn’t really think and summoned an ecto pussy. He has never seen Halluciv this scarry.

Halluciv looked pleased and roughly shoved his tentacle into him, causing Xcellence to let out a pained scream, wich was muffled by the tentacle.

“Oh~ is senpai in pain? Well, should’ve thought about that before breaking my heart!” Halluciv began to thrust roughly into him, without giving him time to adjust. Xcellence had tears in his eyes. A few already fell out.

Halluciv might act like he didn’t care about hurting Xcellence, but it acually made him feel really bad. He took out the tentacle wich thrusted and the one in his mouth.

He layed Xcellence on his bed, the rest of the tentacles still holding him.

“Form a duck” Halluciv commanded. Xcellence didn’t even hesitaite and did as he was told. Halluciv took off his pants and slammed himself down.

“Hhaaaaaahhh~” Halluciv screamed in pain and pleasure. He waited a bit to adjust. Then he began to bounce.

Halluciv stopped, causing Xcellence to whine in disapproval. Halluciv changed into his original form.

“With this body it’s a lot easier” he said and began to move again. Xcellence noticed that the tentacles were gone and flipped them over. He started to thrust into him roughly.

“So, you slept with Eraser?” Xcellence asked.

“Aaaaaahhhhhh~” Halluciv screamed in pleasure.

“Answer me you little sluf~” Xcellence said, giving a very deep thrust.

“Aaaaaaahhhhh~that…haah…hurts~” Halluciv said.

“Answer. Me” another deep thrust.

“Youaaahhh already know the ahanswer~”

“But I want to *huff* hear it out of your mouth”



“THAT WAS THE ANSWER” Xcellence stopped.

“What?” he asked. Halluciv sighed.

“Me and Eraser didn’t do ‘it’. I lied to you”

“But why” Xcellence asked. Halluciv glared at him angrily.

“Why you ask? You broke my heart that’s why! I wanted you to know how it feels to be heartbroken! Of course…there’s nothing worse than your boyfriend cheating on you with your brother…And it worked…you even cryed because of it”

“Did you feel better after seeing me cry?” Xcellence asked coldly.

“NO! I felt awful, and wanted to tell you the truth and apologize, but…when I walked down the stairs I heard you and Marvul talking about your many affairs. I was mad at you. I felt like you only used me as some sort of toy to please you…I love you too much to ever cheat on you, but I guess I can’t say the same thing for you”

Xcellence looked at him speechless. He sighed

“Halluciv” he cupped his cheek “I’m sorry…I should have shown you my love, instead of making you feel unloved” he leaned a bit closer “You’re the only one for me” he said.


“Why should I lie to you?” Xcellence asked.


“Halluciv please stop shouting” Xcellence sighed “Listen, I can really understand why you are mad, but…can we please just make up?”

“Xcellence” Halluciv said “You know that I really love you…but…I think it’s the best if we don’t see eachother for a while…”

“Wait- ARE YOU BREAKING UP WITH ME?!” Halluciv nodded.

“You got it”

“Y-You can’t do that! We-”

“I already made my choice” he gave Xcellence a small kiss on his cheek “Goodbye…” he wispered, and teleported away. Xcellence touched his cheek where Halluciv kissed him, he needed a moment to realize what had happened.

He wished he didn’t

The Wife Of A Future Mafia Leader

Originally posted by michveo

Title: The Wife Of A Future Mafia Leader.

Genre: Angst, mafiaau!

Member: Jongup.

Word Count: 1339.

Description: You knew your father would spend his remaining years in dept and you probably would to. But you didn’t think the son of the family your debt went to would want to marry you on his own will, there had to be something more. It was time for you to see how dangerous he really was.

You followed behind your parents as they walked into the fancy restaurant. This was a place you could never afford to eat, but there seemed to be a first time for everything.


When you sat down at the table you knew it must have been something about that mafia group your father was in debt to that was worrying your parents. You weren’t too well off in life, but you weren’t poor to the point of starvation either. All you knew was it was because your father was once part of a gang that tried to kill off a mafia, but never succeeded.

You didn’t blame your father for your life and could never bring yourself to hate him, but there was one thing that brought you close to it.

“Y/N you’re going to be getting married” As those words reached your ears you rose an eyebrow at your father who sat across the table from you and he sighed as he leant forward, his hand reached out for yours and you silently gave him your hand to hold. He clasped your hand with both of his and his voice was gentle as he spoke.

“Moon Lee Jong has resigned from his mafia group, his son, he has decided to be a lot nicer to us. So to end this debt quickly, he wants you to marry him” Your father explained and you simply blinked at him. You father was calm, so you remained calm as well, you trusted that your father knew what the right thing to do was.

“I understand father” You answered and he smiled gratefully.

“Thank you, Y/N”


You sat down next to your father, three men sat across from you and your parents, immediately your eyes were drawn to the one with dark blue hair and tattoo’s peeking out from the collar of his dress shirt.

“And this is your daughter, I haven’t seen her since she was just a child” A strong staring contest was going on between you and the man sitting across from you. And the deep voice talking about you forced you to look away from the tattooed man.

“Yes, this is Y/N, she’s grown into a tremendous young women sir” You listened to the way your father talked to the man sitting across from him, it seemed you were sitting in front of the youngest of the three.

This must be Jongup. He looks mean, unlike how father told me he is.

Jongup’s eyes scanned you, your features were automatically engraved into his memory and he smirked as his hand lifted from the table, effectively shocking you.

“I’m Moon Jongup, nice to meet you Y/N” Everyone on the table looked at the two of you and you reached for his inked hand, bowing your head as you greeted him.

“Nice to meet you Jongup”

“Are you all ready to order?” A waiter cut the interaction short and you placed your hands back on your lap as a silent shaky breath left you.

You prayed he would be nice to your family.


You watched the three men interact with your parents. It seemed like a formal friendly dinner, not an arranged meeting to someone your family was in debt to. Lee Jong was being rather kind to you all and you found yourself finding no need to talk as you listened to his conversation with your parents.

“Jongup, why don’t you ask Y/N for that dance you wanted?” Lee Jong turned to Jongup suddenly and the younger male nodded with a curt nod, even he was being nice to your family. He seemed respectful and kind, like an average man sincerely here to marry you, not fill a debt, and you continued to think you had misjudged him as he stood and asked for your hand.

“Would you let me have this dance with you, Y/N?” He asked, a sweet smile crossed his features and he suddenly reminded you of the innocence you and your friends had in school.

“Certainly Jongup” You smiled and put your hand in his as you stood. You walked away from the table and towards an open floor where everyone else in the restaurant was ignoring the few dancing couples that followed the calming music.

“Your parents don’t seem very nervous to hand their daughter to the future leader of the mafia” Jongup commented, he held you close, with one of his hands holding yours and the other on your lower back as he led you to follow the music.

“Well, should they be Jongup? You don’t seem so bad to me” You answered honestly and that brave smirk returned to Jongup’s lips, only it was more cunning.

“I think rather than them being worried, it’s you who should be worried Y/N. You don’t seem to realise how dangerous this marriage will be” It was like he was giving you no option to leave, he pulled you until you were flush against the warmth seeping through his button-up shirt and his grip on your hand tightened just enough to force dominance over you.

“Because you’re mine now, and that comes at a price”


“What are you doing here?” This was meant to be the only place where you could pretend you didn’t have any problems, you could just worry about the gossip in your group of friends and your upcoming assignments.

“You need to come with me Y/N” Jongup answered, how did he even get in here? Wasn’t there some sort of rule about anyone besides students and teachers being in the school grounds?

“Who are you?” Hana asked and you looked at Jongup in a way that told him not to answer.

“Just come with me Y/N” Jongup ignored her and you gave him another look.

“I’m not meant to be seeing you until Saturday” You answered and he looked at you dangerously. His hand reached out to you and you looked at it just the same as your friends did, immediately seeing the decorative lines covering it.

“This is not for that matters, this is a different matter. Just come with me before I have to drag you out of the school Y/N” Jongup demanded and you soft palm landed on his, his fingers immediately wrapped around your hand and he pulled you to your feet.

“Bye guys” You waved to your friends and Hyoseong pointed at the man walking away with you.

“I know who that is!” She exclaimed and Hana blinked at her.

“Who is it?”

“That Moon Lee Jong’s son Moon Jongup, what is Y/N doing with him?” She began to wonder and your friends all grew worried.

“Where are you taking me Jongup?” You asked as he stormed through the school grounds with you in toe. He glanced back at you momentarily and found you looking at him with wide eyes.

“Look out” He shoved a male student that you almost ran into and continued walking as the student stumbled, becoming lost for words when he saw who pushed him.

“Just get in the car for now Y/N” Jongup demanded and you found yourself silently doing so. You couldn’t see through the black glass to know who was driving the car. Bit it took off out of sight from your school and Jongup called your attention as he reached into his pocket.

“Y/N” You looked at him to find him shifting to one knee on the floor in front of you. The journey was a smooth one but upon seeing him not in his seat your hands reached out to keep him still.

“What is this?” You asked looking at the small box and Jongup took your hand from his shoulder. The small box was placed in your lap and Jongup took the ring out as he placed it on the rightful finger.

“It’s your engagement ring” He answered, his hands resting on your knees before he looked up at you.

“I have to let people know you belong to someone”

It’s finally here! So like before you say anything, you’ll find out why Y/N is or was so naturally good at using weapons and putting up a fight, so the character never can come off as naturally good at everything so it’s unnatural and horrible for the story.


A friend of mine wrote this to/about me, telling me to make sure to find a girl who felt this way about me. It’s honestly one of the most beautiful things I have ever read.

“It was like you stole the air from my lungs and turned it into glitter. It was like suddenly I was a bird and the weight was removed from my wings and she was the wind pushing me higher and higher. She makes the best parts of me glow and makes me forget i’m full of trouble. She reminds me that I can talk about hell, I’ve been there, yet somehow she’s still here with open palms and a brightness that shines brighter than the moon. Open palms as I tell her how all the hard things of the world melt under the beating sun and how Soft things freeze in the cold. How I am both, how I cycle. How I am both frozen and now I’ve melted. She melts me when she takes me in her open palms. She reshapes me. She takes my jagged edges and makes them soft again. And her? She hasn’t let the world turn her cold, she is not jagged, nor smooth, she is real. She’s real, but unbelievable, how does something like her exist? You reach out your fingertips to see what it is like to feel sunshine radiate from a human and you begin to radiate light. She feeds me with her light so that I am too ablaze.

I have a mouth that never stops wanting and a hunger that is never satiated. How can you get enough of her? Warm enough to melt the iciest parts of your soul and brighter than the moon. She is a moon girl. A moon girl full of craters where people attempted to take the best pieces of her when they left. Foolish people. They will have pieces of her, but the moon only radiates because of the sun. She is both and they only took one. They have pieces of her that only resemble rocks when they show those pieces off like treasure. I desire to show her off as all that she is. She shines the brightest in the dark. And her bruises even the ones you cannot see, the ones she hides? they reside on the other side of the moon. Together our bruises will be like a map. We will adventure. We never belonged to paths in the garden. We belonged to paths in the jungles where only her light could take us through.”

- @the-homie-sexual

anonymous asked:

Has the sun ever been put into play in the Sailor Moon series. And if not, has naoko ever said anything about the sin before?

It has, actually! There may not be a Sailor Sun, but the sun plays an indirect role in a number of ways.


According to Queen Serenity, Metalia came from the Sun. It’s unclear whether the sun was Metalia’s birthplace or if she originated elsewhere, but Metalia’s appearance in the Silver Millennium was preceded by abnormal sunspots, and she is shown literally emerging as a ball of fire from the sun’s surface.


Although he is the priest of Elysion (which, in the manga, is a sacred realm within Earth), Helios is named for the Greek Titan of the sun. Incidentally, I believe this is also why Pegasus came to be involved, as the mythological Helios drove the chariot of the sun and was associated with horses.


I’ve talked before about how Mamoru appears to have connections to the sun, and why that might be. His astrological sign is Leo, which is ruled by the sun, and his crystal is called the Golden Crystal. And Nehelenia literally calls him the prince protected by the sun.

The fact that all three of these characters are associated with Earth lends credibility to my theory that Earth and the Sun are directly connected. As I said in my previous post, it is strongly hinted that Queen Serenity came from outside the Solar System, which would imply that she and the people of the Silver Millennium found the Moon and other planets uninhabited and settled there. The native population of Earth, therefore, would have been the only people who truly belonged to our Sun. In a way, this makes Mamoru both Sailor Earth and Sailor Sun.

Of course, this still leaves so many questions about the nature of the Golden Kingdom and just how the Sun protected it and its prince. So much about Earth’s history and how it relates to Mamoru remains a mystery. 

“It occurs to me that the peculiarity of most things we think of as fragile is how tough they truly are.(…). Hearts may break, but hearts are the toughest of muscles, able to pump for a lifetime, seventy times a minute, and scarcely falter along the way. Even dreams, the most delicate and intangible of things, can prove remarkable difficult to kill.”
Neil Gaiman, Fragile Things: Short Fictions and Wonders

What having Pisces Moon usually signify for your mother? 

It can indicate that your mother might not had that of strong presence in your life, or she was on drugs and consumed alcohol so she was out of it most of time, or she tend to be in her own world and seemed unreachable, or while giving birth to you she was drugged and unaware of the process, it can indicate your mother was left on her own to take care of the family, or she used and still sacrifice a lot for the sake of the family, or you might have not known your mother as she either was gone or gave you for adoption. She probably is a sensitive person with severe mood swings, she probably loves music and books and loves reading. You probably felt like you had to protect or take care of her. 

What does having Pisces Moon means for you?

It means as child you probably was private and quiet, you tend to have been on your own and doing your own thing as if you have created a world that is your own where you feel safe and sound. You tend to feel self content and shy away from forming connections, and if you do you keep them at arm length as even though you look like someone who open up easily to people you actually don’t. You like to give everyone a chance no matter how horrible they sound, as you don’t like seeing someone on their own and alone or without support. You listen even if if you feel you have taken all of that person’s pain and problems and can’t take anymore cause you want to ease their pain and suffering. You probably have played the savior role at least once in your life and tried saving someone until you discovered you can’t cause the saving choice has to come from them and that you simply can’t save everyone cause some don’t want to be saved. 

You need some time to be on your own to process everything around you and everything that is going inside of you. Sometimes you feel everything and its too much and other times you are empty and hallow and the silence inside can be terrifying. Will always use music, movies and books as a way to escape reality but also a a form of healing your soul. Some might say you are naive, pure or haven’t seen anything in the world but deep down you feel like you have lived this life a million times and you know it inside and out. You always feel that you are different from everyone and because you crave security and belonging you try so hard to fit in and please everyone and even in this you will realize you can’t satisfy everyone and make things agreeable all the time. 

What the point in having a Pisces Moon?

Don’t feel ashamed that you have interests that people might not like or want to listen to, don’t think you will never find someone to share with your interests and what you like cause you will find some few special people who would love to listen to every little thing that crosses your mind. This maturity and oldness that you feel is normal and usual with this placement, and it’s okay to feel that you are different. Do remember however to not to exhaust yourself through carrying negative energy and emotions, let them go and recharge yourself with serenity and quietness. Learn to separate your own emotions from other people’s emotions and learn to not over identify with other people’s feelings to the point you cause yourself pain. Learn to protect and value yourself first then focus on others. And even though forgiveness is nice and some people are worth second chances, do not return to people who have mistreated and hurt you, you deserve to have healthy and positive relationships. You deserve better, so don’t let the voices that tells you that you aren’t good enough or worthy of love to win cause you are good enough and worth of love. Also always listen to your intuition cause it’s never wrong.