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Fic Recs Mega Post

Whenever I write one of these posts I’m struck by the sheer amount of incredible writing talent in this little fandom of ours. It is quite astonishing, and it’s a privilege to get to read all of this wonderful work. Below there’s a small selection of the fantastic stuff I’ve been reading recently, featuring gods, monsters and feral jungle men - and that’s just for starters!

Storms (series) by @lovecrimevariations (KareliaSweet): This frankly astonishing series starts out in barnstorming but fairly innocuous style in Where Are The Storms I Was Promised, in which Will Graham, famous monster hunter, is called to deal with the Wendigo that’s been terrorising an entire town. And then it proceeds, over the course of a further six instalments, to document the beautiful, bloody, often painful course of the relationship between Will and Hannibal, constantly deepening and recontextualising the ‘verse as it goes. Reading this series is almost like watching a really good magic trick – every time you think you’ve got its measure, it pulls something new and surprising out of its hat. And it’s not just flash and sparkle either, the writing is utterly beautiful, the characters are perfectly captured and it is both deeply funny and enormously moving (I was genuinely weepy a number of times throughout). Plus, it also features a majestic, powerful, do-not-under-any-circumstances-fuck-with incarnation of Bedelia, who is worth the price of admission all by herself. Seriously, she was my favourite part of this whole series and I love it beyond any sense or reason. If you have any love of writing whatsoever, read this series, it is a masterclass.

You’ll be in my heart by @starkaryen: Based on the totally beautiful art (here and here) by @camilleflyingrotten, here Will is a scientist on an expedition to find and study gorillas. Instead, he ends up finding Hannibal, a mostly-feral man who lives in the jungle, has an adopted gorilla family, and takes an immediate shine to Will. Who, because this is Will and Hannibal, finds himself taking a shine right back. And all is rosy in Camp Hannigram, until Jack damn Crawford sticks his nose in (like always) and threatens Hannibal’s way of life. As befits the utterly gorgeous artwork, this fic is just lovely from start to finish. It features a particularly adorable version of Hannibal – the scenes in which he indulges his obsession with Will’s safari hat are nothing short of precious – and a charmingly earnest Will. It’s a simple, innocent bit of loveliness, which is rather refreshing in this dark and sophisticated fandom of ours XD.

(Also, if you’d like a little more Tarzan AU, this time with an A/B/O flavour, check out Hannizan by @hotsauce418, which is just pure filth and utterly wonderful with it XD.)

We, the common by @thelongcon23 (thelongcon): A retelling of the show (and beyond) in omegaverse style, this fic alternates masterfully between Hannibal and Will’s POVs as the omega becomes fascinated, obsessed, and ultimately falls in love with the alpha. The result is that while the course of events remains largely the same         (Will still gets framed and gutted, and they still go over the cliff in each other’s arms), others change drastically (the way Will locates Hannibal in Florence, for instance, gets a very clever omegaverse twist). And their relationship after the fall? Well, I can pretty much guarantee you’ve never seen it go down quite like this before. If you’re looking for fluff, I suggest you go elsewhere, but if you’re after passion, intensity, and that terribly Hannigram sense that love and cruelty are not mutually exclusive, this is the fic for you. The writer has a firm grip on the characters’ voices and motivations and is uncompromising and incisive in their betrayal of both. This is not necessarily an easy read (particularly towards the end, when Hannibal gives Will a reckoning of his own) but it is a compelling and fascinating one.

Cookies by @desperatelyseekingcannibals (TigerPrawn): Now, those of you who are after some fluff, here’s some of the best around. Tiger’s non-cannibal AU is an absolute treat, full of emotional idiots, kick-ass women and a totally adorable kid (and I don’t say that lightly cos kid!fic ain’t my thing!). It all starts when Will accompanies his daughter Abigail as she goes door-to-door selling cookies for charity and finds himself face to face with the ever-so-handsome Doctor Lecter. And then somehow, before he knows it, Will is agreeing to a date in exchange for Hannibal buying all of Abby’s stock, and soon finding that he might have stumbled into a real relationship. Not that it’s smooth sailing, of course, this is still Hannigram we’re talking about! It is my deep and ardent belief that Hannibal dreams of being a romcom when it grows up and with this utterly charming, romantic, as-sweet-as-its-name-suggests fic, that dream is made a reality. Anyone who’s ever wanted to see Will Graham and Hannibal Lecter fall in love the old-fashioned way (you know, without all those annoying stints in prison and near-fatal injuries), treat yourself and read this fic. I guarantee it will melt even the most dark and twisted of hearts.

Picture Imperfect by @shiphitsthefan: Will Graham is a very special alpha – unlike many of his sex, he can be trusted not to turn into a hormonal animal around omegas. It’s how he’s made his career as a photographer. That is, right up until he’s in a room with concert harpsichordist Hannibal Lecter and everything goes to hell when they scent each other and can barely keep themselves from ripping their clothes off and bonding right there and then. Seems like they’re true mates and it’s only a matter of time before they give into their urges – so Will, being a decent and respectful alpha, has to get this courtship show on the road before that happens. Well, mostly before that happens. Given the UST inherent to the plot, this is every bit as intensely, stupidly hot as you’d hope, but it’s also a really clever, thoughtful exploration of the omegaverse concept, set in a ‘verse in which omegas are the ruling gender, a nice reversal of the usual a/b/o setup. Plus it has an almost indecently adorable version of Hannigram, in which progressive Will and traditionalist Hannibal attempt to conjoin their lives so that they can get on and shag already! Smart and sexy a/b/o is one of our fandom’s greatest strengths and this is truly just an exemplary version of it.

Space Invader II: A Very Darko Sequel by @devereauxsdisease: A sequel to the utterly wonderful Space Invader (and if you haven’t read it, I’m begging you, go remedy that this instant), this return to Dev’s Spacedogs ‘verse sees Adam and Nigel still ensconced in blissful coupledom. So blissful, in fact, that it’s making Darko wonder if he might want some of that relationship stuff for himself. Cue the appearance of a certain sassy lab tech last seen working for the FBI. That’s right, Beverly Katz is alive, in town and about to rock Darko’s world XD. This is just an utter joy to read, stuffed with Dev’s trademark mix of fantastic dialogue, heartfelt emotion and wickedly dirty jokes. And best of all is her way with the characters, all of whom are wonderfully loveable and who work beautifully together. I spent the whole fic marvelling at the way in which these disparate characters come together and feel like they were always meant to be that way – they make a lovely, entertainingly weird family and are never less than an utter delight to spend time with.

Forgemaster by @llewcie: Valhalla Enchanted by way of the Greek gods now, in this peerless piece of sweetness by the lovely Llew. Char and Ella are the new Dionysus and Aphrodite (in this ‘verse, the gods can retire and be replaced) and live like brother and sister, i.e. bickering, winding each other up, pushing each other’s buttons… They particularly like making bets, which winds up with Ella making Char agree to three dates with Hephaestus, being played in this fic by One Eye. Given that One Eye is unsociable, ragged, and constantly dirty from his forge, Char is less than impressed with his companion and says so… somewhat unfortunately within One Eye’s earshot. So when, despite himself, Char finds himself falling for the blacksmith god’s charms, he’s got a lot of work to do to convince One Eye that he’s worth the trouble! Llew has the charm turned up all the way to eleven in this gorgeously frothy, funny little comedy of errors, with a sweetly vain version of Char melting under the steadily growing appeal of One Eye’s gentle strength. If you need cheering up for any reason, this fic should be your first port of call.

Pure Imagination by @constructfairytales (beforethedawn and Destinyawakened): Stranger Things was one of my favourite shows last year (admittedly it’s no Hannibal, but what is?). It was smart and weird, and as an 80s baby it pressed every last one of my nostalgia buttons, from soundtrack to costume design. So, of course, it was with nothing but delight that I started this crossover AU, in which Will is police chief of the town where young Will Byers goes missing and Hannibal is the psychiatrist he brings in to counsel the traumatised community. And I wasn’t disappointed – this is a fantastic blend of Hannibal’s surreal romanticism with the full-on monstery weirdness of the ST ‘verse, with plenty of unexpectedly but pleasingly fluffy Hannigram at the centre of it. Though it follows the basic plot of ST, having Will and Hannibal involved inevitably shakes things up (Will’s empathy is given a brilliant twist) and predictable this certainly ain’t. Instead it’s fun, thrilling and playful, with at least one story development that genuinely had me on the edge of my seat. And did I mention the Hannigram? Cos, yeah, there’s no slow burn here. Our boys are goners from the second they meet and the intensity of their connection is all kinds of wonderful.

The Estate by @bokuno-jinsei: Amusingly, the tags on this fantastic fic eventually turn into a short plea for Will Graham to stop thinking so much (a plea which anyone who’s written the over-analytical little shit will know is hopeless). Fortunately, Will clearly paid no attention, and so we readers are treated to this charmingly introspective piece of canon divergence. So, Hannibal gets as far as sitting Will at the dinner table in Florence. But, before he can get out his bonesaw, he seemingly has second thoughts and so Will wakes some time later to find himself ensconced in the last place he expected to revisit – Lecter Castle. Where, he finds, Hannibal has decided to change the game between them: if Will agrees to see if they can live together, Hannibal will cease any attempts to change or influence Will. So the pair find themselves as the unlikeliest of roommates as Will wrestles with his demons, his desires and, inevitably, his feelings for Hannibal. Anybody who enjoys intense conversations, brewing sexual tension and Hannibal in waders (yes, really), step this way, you’re in for a treat.  

Inevitable by Vulcanmi: I do adore canon divergence. And I have a weakness for prison fics (love Hannigram falling in love while incarcerated). So this fic is entirely my jam. It picks up in the second half of s3: Hannibal is in jail, Will is “happily” married to Molly, and Jack is still desperate to have his pet empath back on board to deal with the Tooth Fairy. Except in this ‘verse, Will decides not to give into Jack and remains with his family, far away from Baltimore. In order to make it up to his former boss, though, Will writes a letter to a certain inmate, suggesting that he offer his services where Will cannot. Of course, it’s not the last letter Will ends up sending to Hannibal. Not by a long shot. And we all know what happens once Will gives Hannibal an inch… (hey, I didn’t mean that kind of inch, you filthy perverts!). Though it starts out as an angsty exploration of Will’s determination to separate himself from Hannibal, somewhere along the way this fantastic fic transforms into a twisted yet adorable romcom, as our murder muffins confront their feelings and try to figure out whether there’s any version of the world in which they might be together. And, frankly, it’s an utter delight to read. One for those (*raises hand*) who like their hurt/comfort 20% hurt and 80% comfort.

Inside the Imitation by @belladonnaq (Belladonna_Q) with artwork by @reapersun: A confession. I’ve never seen The Thing (because I’m a scaredy-cat who doesn’t watch anything that could remotely be described as scary. “But Vic, isn’t Hannibal scary?” Yeah, yeah, I contain multitudes, now hush mango, I’m working). However, I’ve never let ignorance get between me and my Hannigram and so I jumped headfirst into the The Thing/Hannibal crossover which, fortunately, works utterly brilliantly with absolutely zero knowledge of the film. So, once again Jack Crawford finds reason to call upon the services of Will Graham and Hannibal Lecter. Except this time, it’s not in order to investigate the Minnesota Shrike, but a strange case with its roots in a decades-old tragedy in Alaska. Soon things turn weird and monstery and Will and Hannibal find themselves reluctantly (well, as ever, Will’s reluctant, Hannibal’s thrilled) investigating a burned-out government building with something truly frightening at its core. This is thrilling, clever and wonderfully creepy, a fantastic reframing of canon (especially the Hannigram) and tons of fun throughout. I have to admit, I did not see the twist coming in this fic (though that’s possibly because I’m a dim bulb when it comes to plot) and it was delivered brilliantly, turning everything on its head and upping the stakes for our beloved murder muffins. Oh, and make sure to check out @reapersun’s fabulous artwork that accompanies the fic, it’s staggeringly gorgeous.

The Marriage of Heaven and Hell: Volume 2 by @fragile-teacup: A continuation of the marvellous The Spaces Between series, this picks up a little after volume one, with our boys enjoying Argentinian high society. Unfortunately, while the end of the previous instalment hinted at full-blown murder husbandry, it quickly turns out that Will and Hannibal haven’t quite sorted out their feelings to anyone’s satisfaction (you’re shocked, I can tell). Fortunately, we’re pretty much out of slow burn territory here and the idiots manage to get their act (mostly) together just in time for some ghosts to rear their perfectly-coiffed, millionairess heads and throw a spanner in the works. This sequel continues the achingly lovely tone of its predecessor, with romance a-plenty amongst bouts of emotional idiocy and bloodlust. It’s sweet and tender without compromising on the intensity and darkness of our beloved boys and builds their relationship with care and patience, allowing for a believable building of trust and love between them. It is, in other words, a treat to read in every way, so get yourself to ao3 and have at it!

As ever and always, if I’ve miscredited anyone or if there are bad links, please let me know and I’ll correct it ASAP. Happy reading, lovely fannibals!

@lavellanlove replied to your post: @lavellanlove replied to your post: …

The opposing forces, tho! Hahah. Like…do I put it up to spite Jaarvazim or let it down to please Avi? *dilemmaaaa*

Hanin: Hm. The choice is made much simpler when I just stop taking Jarvaazim into consideration.

anonymous asked:

Batman/Aquaman is my shit and I will carry it to my grave and back.

okay so

  • Bruce and Arthur’s initial friendship consists almost entirely of giving each other huge amounts of shit (“I hear you talk to fish”/“Dressed like a bat”) just trying to get a reaction out of each other
  • This also extends to doing REALLY STUPID SHIT trying to get each other’s attention during fights (ie, HEY BRUCE LET ME JUST HITCH A RIDE ON THE BATMOBILE AND THEN FLING MYSELF INTO THE AIR)
  • basically they just like pushing each other’s buttons and no one else in the League gets it at all. Barry and Vic are counting the days until Arthur catches bat hands but it just keeps?? not happening???
    • Diana knows exactly What’s Up and is just waiting for these dumb man children to make out and get it out of their systems already
  • the League sort of have the run of Wayne Manor as it is but Arthur in particular gets in the habit of showing up to hang whenever, letting himself in the back and leaving his wet jacket on a kitchen chair, raiding the pantry and leaving muddy footprints through half the rooms. Alfred is scandalized but Bruce won’t make him stop 
  • some poor Gotham papparazzo is hoping to catch a model or socialite or something leaving Bruce Wayne’s place and he gets FUCKING AQUAMAN instead and in a moment of shocking quick thinking manages to stammer out some questions - is Bruce Wayne connected to the Justice League? are the rumors true about him bankrolling the Batman? 
    • Arthur just laughs and says that’s ridiculous, Brucie Wayne is a pushover
    • “So why are you here?”
    • “Because he gives great head”
  • The Gotham press nearly explodes
  • BRUCE WAYNE SUCKED AQUAMAN’S DICK
  • The Wayne Enterprises PR board has some Very Strong Feelings about this but Bruce thinks it’s hilarious; he acquires a copy of every paper running the story and has the covers framed. This is the most interesting story that’s been run on him in literal years
  • Barry and Vic are like 99% sure this is the day Bruce is going to snap, but when he walks into the Watchtower he just shoots Arthur a wink and goes about his business
  • And then after everyone else leaves for the night they make out against a wall and it turns out that Bruce Wayne does in fact give great head, good call Arthur
  • Diana can all but smell it on them the next day; she tells Bruce that it’s about time and he pretends (very badly) that he has no idea what she’s talking about
  • Now they’re fucking in the Batmobile like a couple of horny teenagers. Dick is sending Bruce texts like “???? is everything okay? why do you sound so happy?” The other day Arthur slapped Bruce’s ass in front of the entire League and everyone is too scared to address it. 
  • (Obviously Mera is cool with this. She and Arthur dig each so so much other but they’re not exclusive, ya feel? Mera’s also trying to jump Diana’s bones.)
[Overwatch] Jesse McCree x Reader - Misunderstood

The night was cold. It was the kind of cold that made you shiver and numbed your fingers within a few minutes. The moon overhead cast a silver glow through the light fog that settled around the base like a bride’s veil. It would disappear later, but for now, it would suffice as the perfect hiding spot for your shivering form.

Tonight had been too much for you.

Jesse had invited you to his room to have a couple of drinks earlier, but a “couple” of drinks soon turned into a mess, leaving the both of you more than a little tipsy.

What had started as playful teasing, violent bouts of laughter, and friendly jabs at each other with Jesse slowly dissolved into something more sultry. The tension between you both had changed from playful to something thick and heavy, settling over the two of you like a comforter. Jesse’s touches started to linger longer on your skin, the whispers dangerously close to your throat.

With a quiet “I love you”, Jesse’s lips had grazed along your jaw.

You froze. The very next thing that came to your mind was run, and run you did.

You sprinted outside the Watchpoint to the cliff overlooking the ocean before sitting down on the edge. The fog clung to your jeans, making them feel cold and heavy. Jesse was still in the base, probably confused as to why you ran away. You couldn’t face him again so soon, but it wasn’t like you could just walk away and pretend it had never happened. You’d have to face this problem at some point - no. Jesse could never be a problem. It was more of… your current situation with him. That was the problem.

You took a deep breath before letting it out with a sigh, pushing back your thoughts with feeling of the the chilly air entering your nose. You balled your hands into fists in a desperate attempt for warmth, but it had no effect. You badly wanted to wrap Jesse’s red serape around your shoulders tighter around you, but the serape belonged to him- and anyway, it wasn’t like you could take it off. You would freeze, even if you were used to the cold. Just half an hour ago, it brought comfort and safety. Now, it felt like a straitjacket. Breathe, you tell yourself. Let your thoughts settle down for a moment. Think.

As much as you didn’t want to think about tonight, you’d have to. It was no use having it sit in the back of your mind for ages.

A minute passes in internal conflict. You’d never would feel the end of your guilt if you left now. Jesse had done nothing wrong besides misinterpret the mood. You, who often prided yourself on the little signs of Jesse’s mood - the telltale tapping of his fingers when he was nervous, when he stuttered when he was flustered - had completely overlooked the way his voice became a husky whisper whenever he spoke to you, and the constant comments of praise and encouragement.

Of course you had taken it as a joke, because that’s all you ever did with each other - poke and push each other’s buttons until something snapped. Your breath hitches when you finally realized. You had taken Jesse’s love as a joke.

Slowly, you stand up with a final decision in mind. You knew what you had to do. You re-enter the base and make your way to Jesse’s room, revealing Jesse slouched over on the crouch, face hidden in his hands. He stiffens up at the sound of your soft footsteps.

“Look, I’m-” Jesse cuts his sentence off with a curse before starting again. “[Name], I didn’t mean to- I fucked up, okay?”

Your heart breaks at the expression Jesse wears. He looks genuinely guilty, almost pleading for your forgiveness. “Jesse,” You begin, voice hushed.

Another step closer makes Jesse shoot up, lips pressed together in uncertainty. “Darlin’, look. I misread the mood. You don’t like me the way I thought you did.” Jesse says, making a move to leave.

You take another two steps forward, blocking Jesse’s way. “Jesse. Listen to me.”

Jesse sidesteps you, but before he was able to leave, you wrapped your arms around him. He’s so warm in your freezing arms, and you can’t help but nuzzle your nose a bit into Jesse’s chest. His body is stiff against yours, not responding to any of your affections. “Jesse, it’s okay,” You whisper. “It really is.”

At this, Jesse finally wraps his arms around you. “I don’t get it,” he mutters, uncertainty laced his voice. “Ya ran out after I did that, and now it’s okay?”

“I was wrong,” You replied sheepishly, gently pushing Jesse off of you. He lets go, but still keeps a tight hold around your arm. “I didn’t realize what you wanted - I was a bit late on noticing.”

“A bit?” Jesse repeats, incredulous.

“Okay, maybe not a bit.” You admit. “I’m sorry, Jesse.”

“[Name], it’s fine, it’s just… Are you sure? Are you sure you’re okay with this?” “Yes, Jesse, I’m positive.” You assure, putting emphasis on the first word.

“You know, I was serious when I said I loved you.” Jesse murmurs.

“I…” You started, but you hesitated before you finished your sentence. Should you say it?

In a split second, you made your decision.

“I love you too, Jesse.”

victuurimaker  asked:

can you write a cute fic of Yuuri being home alone in Viktor's apartment after he moves to Russia and feeling scared and anxious until Viktor comes home to comfort him?

Yuuri woke up in white sheets and purple blankets with a dog on his back and a silver haired man at his side. He’d never get used to that, never being alone, never having to deal with things by himself. Victor was already awake, reading a book and combing through Yuuri’s hair with the hand not holding his book.


“Good morning lyubov moya.”

“Good morning.” Yuuri smiled and yawned already drifting back to sleep.

“Oh no, you need to get up lyubov.”

After Victor dragged him out of bed and a long goodbye, Victor went shopping to get some extra stuff for the both of them, food, dishes, silverwear, laundry stuff. They were still working on moving in, meaning they don’t have a bunch of the essentials. Victor only had what he had before he moved all the way to japan, it wasn’t enough for the both of them and Yurio, who often came to visit when he was tired of Yakov and Lilia.

He really didn’t know what to expect when he was left alone. He took the chance to really look at the apartment, it wasn’t Victor’s old apartment, it was new, one they both picked out. It was a two bedroom, two bath with a big kitchen a balcony and a view of St. Petersburg that took his breath away. It was only a block away from the practice rink and they talk about having parties after practice when the next season starts. Yuuri hasn’t met anyone other than Yurio yet so Victor keeps telling him funny stories of his rink mates and all the things they’ve done. It sounded like they were all a family, all of them looking out for each other, teasing and pushing buttons.

He finally decided to get up from the chair he was sitting in at the diner table and went to the living room with his coffee in hand and Makkachin in tow. The white couch faced the balcony doors so Victor and Yuuri could sit and watch the sunset at night. Yuuri loved watching the lights of cars and busses going by, the lights of building turning off and on. It relaxed him.

As he watched the cars and lights the thought of having to meet Victor’s friends crept into his mind. Thoughts of, ‘What if they didn’t like me? What if Yurio told them about me crying in the bathroom, or other horror stories.’ The thoughts raced and raced around his head. The anxiousness rose in his chest as the thoughts quickened. He put his coffee down on the coffee table and tried to distract himself with his phone, scrolling through instagram but all he could see was blurry images and words. His chest pounded with the deafening beat of his heart. He felt cold and hot all at the same time.

He was having an anxiety attack, ‘all because the thought of someone not liking me.’ He thought to himself. Here he was on a couch in a country so far away from home, crying, the tears dripping on his phone screen. Makkachin whimpered beside him, moving his head to Yuuri’s lap in an attempt to calm him down. The anxious tears now falling on his head as he tossed his phone to the other side of the couch. He was shaking from nerves, crying, his ears were ringing. It was so loud, everything was so loud.

The ringing was so loud that he didn’t hear the keys in the door, the shoes on the tile. None of it. He couldn’t even hear Victor putting the bags on the counter, his footsteps, his…

“Yuuri? Are you okay?” Yuuri turned to face him, forgetting about the tears, the shaking. Victor’s eyes went wide, his feet carried him the rest of the way to Yuuri and his arms encircled themselves around him. “My Yuuri, what happened? Why are you sad my dear?”

He took a big breath still shaking as he leaned into Victor’s chest. “It’s stupid really.”

“Nothing about you is stupid.”

“What if your friends at the rink don’t like me?”

“I take that back, it is stupid.” His arms fell from Yuuri’s shoulders and he leaned back to look at him.

“Vic-”

“Why would anyone not like you? You are the sweetest, most talented, most handsome man I know.” He tried to sooth Yuuri.

“That’s what you think of me! Not what others think of me!” Yuuri stood up from the couch and walked to their shared room. Victor and makka followed behind as he opened the door and started to anxiously clean.

“It’s not just what I think, it’s what everyone thinks, why does it matter what others think of you anyway, isn’t my opinion enough?”

“You’re opinion matters, but I don’t want your friends to hate me and you’ll be busy hanging out with them and not have time for me and you’ll want me to move back to Japan and…” he rambled on, putting things in drawers and on shelves. All while Victor stood at the door watching his frantic, anxious fiancé rearranging the pillows on the bed over and over again.

He always did this, cleaned and cleaned till he was so tired he could sleep away the anxiousness. When he was anxious he couldn’t sleep. If he didn’t sleep he couldn’t practice, if he couldn’t practice he can’t compete, or win. So he cleaned.

When Yuuri moved on to the medals hanging on the wall Victor decided to intervene, walking to his fiancé, taking the silver medal out of his hand and sat it on their shared dresser.

“Lyubimyy,” he grabbed Yuuri’s hands and brought them both up to kiss the smooth knuckles, “no one is going to hate you, they might not love you instantly but they will like you. You’ve really already met Georgi and Mila that’s two already out of the way.” Victor comforted Yuuri, rubbing his thumb over his knuckles.

“But Vitya, Yokav and Lilia already sound like they don’t like me, I took you away from the…”

“You did nothing of the sort! I left, you didn’t take me anywhere.” Yuuri took a deep breath and nodded, seeming to calm down a bit.

“You know I could just stay home and watch makka, he doesn’t like being alo,”

“He can come with us, you have nothing to worry about zolotse.” Victor grabs Yuuri’s cheeks and presses their foreheads together. “You are zvesda moya, my zoloste, and most of all lyubov moya, that’s all that matters in the end, you are so important to me and nothing can change that.” Yuuri moved his hand to rest on Victor’s, still on his cheek, and nods.

“Thank you Jinsei saiai no hito.” Victor grinned at the term, slowly pulling back to look at Yuuri. He could see that he was calmed down, his eyes were soft again, cheeks warm. His thumb rubbed soft lines across the soft cheeks, both of them smiling, the love they both felt for each other showing.

Victor let go of Yuuri’s face and grabbed one of his hands, he walked the both of them back to the living room and sat on the couch, pulling Yuuri onto his lap, wrapping his arms around Yuuri’s waist . Yuuri protested, trying to wiggle out of Victors lap. The latter laughed only hugging him tighter to his chest.

“Vitya please let go of me.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because ya lyublyu tebya.”

“I love you too vitya, but I need to pee.”

THANK YOU FOR SUGGESTING THIS! I’m so sorry it took so long!!! Like you suggested this before Christmas!!!! I’m sorry for any typos! Or any wrong Russian or Japanese!

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We're a secret 10

Summary: After a year in another country, you met someone and instantly fall in love with him, the only thing is he isn’t allowed to have a girlfriend but love is stronger. Although things suddenly take a turn.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader

Warnings: SO MUCH FLUFF YOUR TEETH MAY ROT !!!! Seriously it’s disgustingly fluffy , some curse words

A/n: this is veeery long… … And its part 10 yay !

You walked down the hallway.


 It was such a huge hotel you swore you would’ve got lost if there weren’t any numbers on the doors. 

You still smiled like an idiot as you made your way to door 027. You couldn’t believe what happened only minutes ago. It made you the happiest, you’ve been for a while and you couldn’t think how this day could get any better.

 It made you immediately forget everything that was holding you back, everything that made him look bad was gone and you had only his smile lingering in your head together with the three words. 

You counted the numbers as you walked, 


024


025


026


027


There it was and this time you didn’t have to think about going in. This time you were sure and you were confident. 

You showed the security people your VIP card as you tried to calm your grin down so you wouldn’t look like a mad person. 

You finally got it under contro no sign of excitement, no sign of madness stayed behind. Only a soft smile playing on your lips, showing your happiness, but not to much of it. 

The door got opened for you and you thanked the two man next to it as you stepped into the room. You saw a huge crowd of people and instantly began to feel dizzy. You let yourself fall down onto a small couch in the back of the room as you listened to Sebastian’s manager giving a speech to the people.

 He talked to them about how happy he is that everything went out so well and that he can’t wait for the premier. 


You put your one leg over the other and quickly typed a text to your best friend saying that everything went well. You were about to open one of your social media pages but decided against it. You slid your phone into your bag and stood up from the couch . Considering to get a drink from the bar but deciding against that as well.


 You let your eyes drift over the room and the people, your face showing pure concentration. You weren’t sure if you were looking for something in particular but kept it up anyway. You already spotted Sebastian earlier, he was talking to some of his friends and you weren’t sure if you wanted to disturb him. 

You couldn’t help yourself from walking up to him anyways.


You slowly strode towards him with quiet steps, coming to a halt only a few steps behind one of his friends.


  His eyes twitched to you , and a huge smile formed on his lips. You kept your controls though and managed to keep your own small and soft. 


He excused himself and walked over to you. You smiled a bit wider as he came closer. His friends walked away and he gave you a short , slight hug. 

You felt his smile on your neck as he held you tight, making the butterflies go wild. He pulled back and you already wondered if he’d get rid of that smiling face anytime soon or if it would just freeze like this. The thought made you chuckle but he didn’t pay any attention as he began to talk. 


“I’m glad you came" 


“I didn’t want to at first” and there his smile was gone “you can thank my friend for that”.


 He frowned for a moment, thinking about what you said before asking you if he could call her. You dealed her number and gave him your phone. He held it to his ear and waited patiently.

She took the call and the first thing Sebastian heard was “bitch what are you doing ? Shouldn’t you be making out right now?” In a rushed yet concerned voice. 


He held back a laugh as he replied, his gaze never leaving your eyes “well the night is still young” and the other end went death silent. 


Sebastian laughed before continuing. “I wanted to thank you for getting her here.“ 


A laugh could be heard on the other side “ha , yeah that was a shit ton of work, that girl made me drive like a criminal.“ 


“She said she didn’t want to come” he frowned.


“yeah she didn’t , I got her to go like an hour before your thing started… Man that was pressure.“ 


He laughed and you wondered what she talked to him about. You couldn’t hear anything which got you a bit nervous. What if she told him that you were in love with him? You just didn’t want to give that away yet, you weren’t even sure what the thing between Sebastian and you was and clearly didn’t need him to know what you felt… At least not yet. Of course he said he loved you but those words didn’t get through your insecurities.


"Well thanks for getting her here, you made me the happiest person alive” he smiled at you.

 "You are very welcome for kicking her ass.“ He laughed once again and the voice on the other end continued "just… Just don’t hurt her again” his smile faded and he looked to the ground as if he was ashamed

“I won’t” he said serious. 

“Good cause otherwise I’ll kick your ass the next time.” He laughed again, your friend joining in and he said his goodbye and handed you your phone back. 


“What did she say?" 


He looked at you for a second before replying "she wants us to make out” you rolled your eyes and he laughed as he put his hand on your back and lead you to the crowd gently. He lead you to two of the men from the crowd. He introduced them as Chris and Anthony and you introduced yourself as well recognizing them from the meet and greet. 


The four of you made your way over to the couch were you were sitting on earlier. You sat between Sebastian and Chris. You all talked to each other comfortably, as if you had known each other for years. 

You told them about your year in Greece and they talked to you about their career, their relationships and sport. It surprised you that Sebastian told them about the two of you. He didn’t say you were his girlfriend which you were grateful for but he gave a clear hint that something like that could develop. 


Chris and Anthony answered him with huge smiles in which you couldn’t see any hint of disapproval which made you happy. They left both of you alone shortly after and then you just sat there, enjoying Sebastian’s company and watching the people dance to the music. You didn’t have to talk to him, he just needed to be there with you. 


“They like you… Very much” he said, making you snap out of your daze. You smiled at him and looked back at the people. You didn’t answer partly because you didn’t need to ,partly because you didn’t know what to say. But the smile was answer enough for him. 

“Do you want to talk to some other people?” He asked making you look to him the smile still playing on your lips. 


“actually I’d like to be alone with you for a while.” You confessed shyly but he just smiled taking your hand in his and leading you out of the room. 


Both of you walked to the big door his hands never once leaving yours. It was such a sweet and intimate moment but you couldn’t resist. You waved at the women behind the counter, she was just looking at you in shock her mouth hanging open as you winked at her from over your shoulder. 


“What was that ?” He asked startling you a bit “she was being a bitch to me earlier”  you shrugged

“well then…” He smirked turning around still holding your hand and mouthing something to her, you couldn’t tell what it was but then he winked at her as well and turned again opening the door for you.


 The car already stood outside the building and he opened the door once again letting you in first. You sat down and he shortly followed after. “Where does the beautiful woman next to me want to go ?” He asked making you role your eyes with a smile. 


“Well I thought we could get some food?” He told the driver the address of what you thought must be a restaurant and leaned back in his seat.

 You were sitting so close to him that you just let your head fall onto his shoulder. 

He noticed you didn’t put your seatbelt on which is why he did it for you. You smiled, looking straight ahead as you rested your hand on his knee. His hand grabbed yours , he held the top of your fingers from on top of your hand, not wanting to move your hand away.


 The whole ride was filled with comfortable silence, you looked out of the window, your hand on Sebastian’s knee and his on top of it. You felt his eyes on you but it didn’t bother you. You enjoyed the warmth, the touch, the moment.

You arrived at the restaurant after a while and had to leave each others touch, it got you a little desperate but Sebastian’s hand quickly found yours again. 


He was glad there was no one around or in the restaurant giving him the opportunity to be as close to you as he wanted. He turned your hands and entangled your fingers so that your arm was now on his side and his on yours, which had the effect that you had to walk even closer to him. But it didn’t bother you in any way. 

It was a Chinese restaurant, one of your favourite places as well. You ordered your usual food and sat down at a table, Sebastian next to you which you were secretly thankful for. It wasn’t such a tense situation this way although you were sure he just wanted to keep holding your hand. 


Your food arrived and you ate in silence. 


You made your way out of the place after you were done eating and Sebastian paid. 


You went back to the car and he took your hand once again. It was like an addiction already. 


“What do you want to do now ?” It was late already, probably midnight. 


“How about we go back to the hotel?” His smile faded a bit and he frowned “yeah sure” he answered and gave the driver the address. 


Once there you headed in, deeply hoping the woman wasn’t there, and gladly she wasn’t. 

You made your way to the elevator and pushed the button to go up. Your hands lost each other, no warm touch connecting you which made you almost sad.

Once the elevator arrived both of you stepped in “my room is on the fifteenth floor” he stated but you pushed the button to the twentieth, the highest possible. 

He looked at you confused but didn’t say anything as he waited for the elevator to arrive. The end of the music signaled the end of the ride and the doors slid open and both of you stepped out into the cold of the night. 

You were on the rooftop and you walked out to the fence barricade, a small security measure. You touched it with your fingers and finally held onto it, the wind and the cold of the metal sending shivers through you. 


You didn’t say anything as Sebastian draped his leather jacked over your shoulders. He stood next to you and looked at you. You however didn’t look at him, you looked at the stars on the sky and after another second of admiring you he did as you did, taking your hand into his once again. 

A shooting star made its way over the sky and you whispered to him “you have to wish for something” your gaze never once leaving the sky.

He was silent for a second as he stared at the side of your face. 

“I wish… For a kiss” he stammered insecurely. 

You looked at him slowly. You shook your head and he looked down embarrassed. 


“You are not allowed to say it out loud” you whispered. 


He looked back up at you and started to smile. “I got one more shot” he said as he closed his eyes tightly and opened them once again.

 "Do you think it worked ?“ He whispered. 


"I don’t know” you look back ahead and to the skyline of new York. “Maybe you should try again" 


he did as told and when his eyes relaxed themselves from being squished together, just a second before he opened them you slowly pressed your lips on his. 


He kissed you back softly holding you close to him and pulling your face to his, his hands lingering on your cheeks. His lips were warm as the soft kiss depended and he dropped his hands picking you up and carrying you, never once breaking the contact between your lips. 

Your legs were wrapped around his torso and so were your arms around his neck as you kissed him.

He sat you down onto the fence but quickly pulled you back down, breaking the kiss and looking at you sheepishly. 


"I think we should take this to a less dangerous place” he said while scratching his neck.


 You laughed and took his hand in yours, kissing his knuckles before leading him to the elevator and into his room.



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slytherinalbuss  asked:

Hi! Just wanted to tell you I totally blame you for this but I used to hate Drarry and now I've been getting sudden Drarry thoughts at random moments and now I kinda want to jump onto the shipdom, could you tell me your reasons to ship it? :)

Oh my, this is quite flattering! I love converting people to Drarry. It’s quite difficult to articulate all the reasons why i love them, but i’ll try for you.

First of all, they have such strong feelings for each other. No matter how much they hate each other, they can never ignore one another. Harry constantly uses Draco as some sort of pedestal. Whenever something happens, he’s checking for Draco’s reaction. He ponders over what Draco would do if he knew, what would he think about him, etc. He’s always paying attention to Draco. There’s two tables between them, yet Harry notices even the most mundane thing like Draco laughing with a friend, or receiving a package.

No one gets under his skin like Draco does, and same goes for Draco. They have such intense tension and passion between themselves and in their interactions. They make each others blood boil, push their buttons like nobody else can. They’re hyper-aware of each other at all times, fixated even. Draco’s even worse when it comes to it, he spends first five years of his Hogwarts life literally begging for Harry’s attention. Every single snide, attack and offense just screams “Look at me!”. Nearly all his actions toward Harry are to get a reaction, to get him to pay attention to Draco. His resentment for Harry’s rejection and his jealousy runs so deep it’s almost what motivates his actions at all times. He never stops talking about Harry, he never stops poking him, it’s as if it’s vital for Harry to acknowledge him.

Harry isn’t better off though, he’s extremely irritated when Draco draws back in sixth year. The fact that Draco’s now paying attention to something other than him disturbs him so much he quite literally gets obsessed with him. He ditches quidditch games, wanders around the castle looking for him, uses the map to track him, sets two house elves to stalk him whenever he can’t and constantly thinks about him. Is Malfoy sick? Is Malfoy evil? What is Malfoy doing? Where is Malfoy going? Who is with Malfoy? Look, Pansy Parkinson’s petting Malfoy’s hair, look there are two girls i’m always seeing around Malfoy. This is Harry’s entire sixth year! He was so used to Draco’s presence that the fact that he doesn’t have that anymore intensifies his feelings by tenfold. 

Even when they’re at different sides of the war, even when they’re in the middle of a battle, even when one has the opportunity to redeem himself and his parents, they can’t let each other die. They can’t not care. Harry can’t not fall on to his knees in despair when he almost kills Draco, Draco can’t identify Harry in manor, Draco can’t not tell Crabbe and Goyle to not kill Harry, Harry can’t let Draco die in fiendfyre. 
 
It’s not only their interactions though, they fit together so well as two independent characters as well! They’re different enough to balance each other out, but also have enough things in common to be able to bond over.
They are both two boys who are chosen for a cause, being manipulated by things that are bigger than them. They both have strong loyalty to those they love. They’re devoted to their respective houses. They’re both seekers and love quidditch. Both stubborn, both hotheaded, both ambitious, both aren’t afraid to speak their minds. There is a reason a lot of people call them the two sides of the same coin, they’re quite similar when you take a step back! 

Most of all though, they have so much potential! There’s so many opportunities for character growth, forgiveness and personal change. They have so much to learn from each other! They would constantly challenge each other to be the best they can, their competitive strike would work so well together once they’ve manage to work out their differences. Draco would never favor Harry for his fame, he’d always see him as only Harry, he’d never glorify or put him on a pedestal. That’s something Harry would need desperately after the war. Harry would also show Draco the meaning and value of things that aren’t always material. He’d support Draco to work through his ingrained prejudice and help him get to know and understand the objects of his previous distastes better. They’d both understand each other’s traumas and be stronger together. They’re both complex and difficult, they’d get each other.
They’d have fun too though. Imagine the quidditch games, the snark, the banter! All that and the aforementioned tension and passion between them would guarantee for great chemistry. They’d be magnetic, powerful and fierce together. I’ve so much love for them and their love! This ended up being huge, but it isn’t even enough.

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Do you guys want to see this fic? I have an idea for a series, based around AJ and Y/N. Would y'all like to see that? Lmk


The door to your hotel room slams, shaking the wall and frame around it, rough hands travel the length of your body, ripping your dress, the material pouring onto the floor into a puddle at your feet.

Your mouth never left His, your tongues feverishly curling around each other, your fingers pushing the buttons of his shirt threw their holes frantically for a moment before you give up, ripping the hems apart, buttons flying to the ground around you.

He let’s out a low growl into your ear, his stubble tickling your jaw line as his tongue runs the length of your ear, his breath hot and heavy against your sensitive skin.

“Aj, please?” You whimper, your back finding the mattress where he lowers you, breaking only to push his jeans down, and off, kicking his shoes off with them.

“You don’t have to ask me twice Sugar.” His thick southern drawl was made all the more sexy by how deep and breathy his voice was.

You moaned as his intentions for you became clear, his fingers looping around your panties and dragging them down over your thighs, leaving your heels and thigh-highs in their place.

anonymous asked:

Oh gosh I absolutely adore the idea of this brainweird friendship between Sym and Junk. Kinda reminds me of my adoptive brother and me. Do you think their friendship flunctuates between "we get along very well and share stim tips and hang out often" and "we have to literally take breaks from seeing the other occasionally cause if we don't it'd end in a murder case while we're both brainweird and find kinship in that we're /differently/ brainweird and unintentionally push each other's buttons"?

That is exactly my headcanon for their friendship. At most they can cope with an hour or so in each others presence before they either go and do their own thing or they go for the throat.

anonymous asked:

AH HI! i was told you know a lot about familiars and i was wondering how does one aquire one? can they be a pet that you find has a specific energy to them, or do they have to be from the astral plane??

Both!  And neither.  Familiars come in all shapes and sizes, so spirit familiars, astral familiars and domestic familiars are all different types, and they’re not the only ones.  Some of my friends have plant familiars or stuffed familiars.  It all depends on what you connect with and what you need.

I think, when most people talk about familiars, they talk about domestic familiars (animals) because they’ve fantasized about the witch concept of a black hissing cat familiar.  There’s actually some history to that, which I talk about in this (slightly outdated) article.  Your familiar does not have to be a cat or a dog or anything of that sort.  It could be literally anything you could possibly think of - and more that you probably can’t.

The hardest part is that, typically, familiars find you - not the other way around.  I have heard of beckoning spells but I find that they just don’t manifest the right way (personal experience).  If you’re really hard set on finding a familiar, I would suggest offerings.  Create an altar to the kind of familiar you want.  Put out offerings and light candles daily.  Of course, you’ll need to meet this with physical world actions - so if you’re looking for a domestic familiar, you’ll need to visit your local shelter or be alert to your neighborhood.  And don’t just assume that any stray cat that crawls up to you is yours for the taking.  Do your due diligence in finding its original owner, find out if it’s perhaps an outdoor or indoor/outdoor cat that’s not yours to have, and so forth.

In terms of recognizing a familiar, it’s important to remember that the key role of familiars is to assist the witch in undertakings.  Active engagement is key.  Potential familiars will want to be involved in your craft.

Yes, a special bond is important but that special bond isn’t always “furmama/furbaby.” Hermes (white cat above) and I want to destroy each other some days.  We push each others’ buttons regularly but, when it comes down to it, he has my magickal back, so to speak.  I still love him but it’s not this perfect, utopian pet ownership I think most people think about when they think about familiars.  Yet this button-pushing is exactly what I need in my craft and why he works so well with me.

Another key familiar trait is a voice of sorts in your head.  You can hear what they’re trying to tell you plainly as if they were speaking to you.  It may take this a while to develop depending on your bond and the familiar’s willingness to display it.  However, once it’s present, you’ll know.

The next step will be to make a pact with a familiar.  If you have a true familiar, they’ll generally walk you through this pact.  It’s incredibly difficult to seal a pact with a non-familiar for familiarship.  Be sure to keep an eye on how they do it.  One of my familiars offered me a tooth, which then necessitated a vet bill to remove the root.  Always make sure you follow anything seemingly spiritual, such as an offering of a tooth, with mundane work, such as vetting to ensure no infection and removal of the root.  The familiar should then instruct you on what to do next, much as the familiar with the tooth did for me.

Finally, if you do aim for domestic familiars, remember it is still your responsibility to care for the animal like a pet.  Regular vet visits, vaccinations, food, water, etc.  It seems odd to treat them like a pet, particularly post-pact, because familiars are incredibly intelligent.  It’s like taking care of a wise sage trapped in a toddler’s body.  You are still 100% responsible for your cat, dog, bird, etc.  Make sure you register them with your local city and maintain their health.  They may not always even understand what’s happening to them, so don’t rely on them to tell you when they’re ill.  Be perceptive and be responsible.

Good luck!

Twin Flames

  •  According to the mythology of twin flames, in the beginning of time we were created from one source that was split into smaller and smaller units down to two souls (and on rare occasions, halves of one soul) that would journey to Earth to learn and experience duality. They would reincarnate over lifetimes with this longing for each other.
  • Twin flames, also called twin souls, Mirror Spirits and Twin Rays-are literally the other half of our soul. We each have only one twin, and generally after being split the two went their separate ways, incarnating over and over to gather human experience before coming back together. Ideally, this happens in both of their last lifetimes on the planet so they can ascend together. So you probably haven’t had many lifetimes with your twin.
  • Many confuse the twin flame with soul mates (any significant relation), and the rare split soul. Also, some theorists accept that this is not a relationship that can be experienced once in all life cycles only, but repeats over several.  However, most take it as a sign of spiritual enlightenment and a sign of evolution.
  • Despite these differing views, the twin flame concept is still very much tied to monogamous ideals, and the thought that only graduate souls have twin flames on Earth, as their purpose is to do spiritual work and energy work to help the Planet. However, that does not mean a twin flame relationship is idealistic, as Soul mate relationships are often more harmonious; twin flames go through a lot of cleansing and purging of the chakras and energy system. With true Twin Flames, the connection is so intense that it causes fear and many of them initially run from the experience (the twin flame runner).

 All twin soul relationships are between male and female energies of the same soul. This means that it doesn’t matter if we think of ourselves as heterosexual or homosexual. If you meet your twin soul, one of you will be the female half and the other will be the male half, no matter what gender each of you have.  According to the mythology of twin flames, in the beginning of time we were created from one source, that was split into smaller and smaller units down to two souls (and on rare occasions, halves of one soul) that would journey to Earth to learn and experience duality. They would reincarnate over lifetimes with this longing for each other.

Signs you have met your twin flame:

  • You had dreams or visions of this person and/or your energetic relationship before ever meeting in this lifetime.
  • Meeting your partner felt like “coming home” to a familiar, long-lost energy. After meeting, you had “memories” of other times and places with that person that are not part of this life experience so far.
  • Your partner mirrors your own issues, concerns, and imbalances, but you also complement each other’s skill sets, talents, and capacities. You are the ultimate embodiment of yin/yang.
  • At least one partner is of higher frequency, possibly a First Waver, Indigo, and/or Crystal, or is genetically related to one.
  • You may be of different ages, the same or opposite sex, vastly different backgrounds, “opposing” religions or cultures, but you feel an incredible unity or incomparable sense of oneness with your partner.
  • You feel each other’s symptoms, illnesses, and emotions even when you are not near each other or in communication.
  • Your functioning is impaired or much less optimal when you are apart from your twin flame. It physically and mentally hurts when you are not together.
  • When you are with your partner and the relationship is in balance, you become stronger, more powerful, and more capable than you have ever felt. You feel united in a mission or “calling” to serve others and the world.
  • Your unconditional love for your partner is like no other. Your partner is likely to have a certain habit, quality, or “baggage” that would be a deal-breaker for you in any other relationship. However, you overlook it or willingly work through it with this partner– no matter what it takes.
  • You met your partner when one or both of you were in other relationships or otherwise “unavailable.” It’s likely that you met when and where you were least consciously expecting it.
  • Either you or your partner feared the power of the twin flame connection and ran from the relationship so as not to feel overwhelmed and/or vulnerable. Years may go by before you are both in the “place” to finally commit fully to the relationship.
  • The partner who ran from the twin flame relationship finally “wakes up” and realizes the significance. His or her “a-ha” moment comes as the result of a loss, illness, or other personal catastrophe. He or she then comes to terms with the fact that there is no other person or priority more important than the twin partner.
  • No matter how many times you break up or separate, forces seems to bring you back together. You see the “signs” and reminders of that twin connection everywhere, urging you back together.
  • Your relationship is characterized by extreme highs and lows, including passion and intense pain you’ve most likely never felt before.
  • In efforts to harmonize, justify karma, and balance each other, you “push each other’s buttons” and test each other’s limits like no one else has or ever will. Nevertheless, the extreme highs in the relationship consistently get higher.
  • Friends, family members, and others in your circle can’t relate to the twin flame dramas and always try to get you to move on to someone or something else that seems more logical or better for you “on paper.”
  • The growth you experience, the lessons you learn, and the person you become in the twin flame relationship are more significant, happen more rapidly, and are more powerful than any other experience or period of growth in your life.
  • You realize that your previous soul mates or other relationships prepared you for the twin flame reunion. Your twin flame may even have or embody a number of the unusual characteristics or outstanding attributes of your previous mates and soul friends.
  • You feel as if you’ve been waiting your whole life for this person. When you look back at your life, you see illnesses, sabotaged relationships, or other situations that  manifested because you were still waiting and still looking for “the one.”
  • Even if you are extremely tired of 3 dimensional existence here on earth, you heal, evolve, mature, and continue to live– just to stay with your twin flame partner.
  • You are an “old soul” and this is your last human experience.
  • The more that you and your twin partner spend time together, the more rapidly and completely you awaken to higher consciousness.
  • You have a deep knowing that your twin partner is your destiny– not just in this lifetime, but also when you ascend, return “home,” and are reunited for eternity.

paolo1350  asked:

Can Ash and Misty be considered rivals? And thank you for answering my previous ask!

No problem! Oh and I watched “Hook, Line and Stinker” yesterday and Pikachu calls Misty PikachuPi in that one too.

I wouldn’t exactly call them flat out rivals in the way that say, Ash and Gary or May and Drew are (where they’re directly competing against each other and the rivalry is the driving force of their relationship, at least at the start), but I do think their relationship has a smaller element of rivalry to it. They don’t battle all that often (only four times in 275 episodes), but they treat their battles somewhat like an ongoing challenge at times, ie when they battle again after their unfinished match at the Cerulean Gym one of them (I forget who, I think Ash?) comments that they’ll finally get to see how that match would have ended. They can push each other buttons in a way that results in them doing better–for instance when Ash is losing to Rudy in “Misty Meets Her Match”, being called out by Misty in a harsh way is what gets a reaction out of him and acts as a turning point of the battle; and sometimes he acts as if he’s trying to impress her in particular (he fully expected her to be scared of his skills when they battle for Totodile and is in disbelief when she’s not; occasionally he makes comments to the effect of “see, Misty? I did *thing*” to her specifically; her implying that Tracey possesses the skills to approach the pink Rhyhorn in “In the Pink” while Ash doesn’t prompts him to try and prove that he can do the same, etc). So yeah I’d say that there is something of an underlying rivalry element in their relationship, even if it’s not its main quality.

MCL: Small Observations - Pt. 3

1. I mentioned this in a separate post, but Nathaniel likes to brush Candy’s hair behind her ear.

2. Also mentioned in a previous post, but if you are on Castiel’s route, he changes his nickname for Candy after they stat dating. Instead of ‘ironing board’ he now calls her ‘girly.’

3. Nathaniel is the only boy Candy has seen in their underwear.

4. Depending on your choices/chances, Candy has seen 4 boys shirtless. Nathaniel - 3 times (locker room, beach, and at his house), Castiel - 1 time (beach), Lysander - 2 times (beach and tattoo reveal), Dake - 1 time (beach).

5. Castiel offers to or actually walks Candy home on several occasions, before and after they start dating.

6. I think Armin really does watch romantic comedies, but covers it up in episode 32 after escaping Candy’s closet/home undetected. He says everyone just knows how those movies work….I’m not convinced.

7. Armin’s running joke is Candy’s underwear.

8. Not my observation, but another user pointed out that in episode 32, Candy’s keys for her apartment are on a unicorn key ring. Then another user pointed out a throwback mention of how Candy’s favorite band was The Bad Unicorns, which she mentioned in episode 28 to Castiel and Lysander (only if you were on either of their routes). I like this connection.

9. In episode 32, when you’re around your boyfriend and trying to keep it on the down low at school, the other boy in the room with you will react in one of two ways depending on your LOM with them. Low LOM’s with the other boy will have them suspecting something up between you and your secret boyfriend but they will smile and almost tease, but won’t try to pry. If you have a high LOM with the other boy, they get super angry/jealous when they notice you and your secret boyfriend acting so close. And Kentin. Is. Terrifying! If he’s on that end of the spectrum. Good lord take cover!

10. Castiel likes to pin Candy against the wall on multiple occasions, as another tumblr user pointed out.

11. Armin is getting along with both Nathaniel and Kentin. But Nathaniel and Kentin still don’t get along when they’re around each other.

12. Castiel likes to push Kentin’s buttons.

13. Kentin gets riled up a little too quickly. His increasing temper with other boys (Castiel and Nathaniel) may be something to watch out for.

Date Night

Pairing: Jared x reader 

Prompt: the aesthetic below, made by the amazingly talented @thing-you-do-with-that-thing

Words: 2000ish

Warnings: smut (duh!, with that aesthetic), oral (female receiving, anything else? Let me know

A/N: This was written for Kari’s 5 K Celebration. This is my first time writing Jared smut so be nice :p Hope y’all enjoy!



“Do you think Tom cou…?” Jared started his question, but you quickly cut him off with a stern look.

“Babe, it’s date night and rule number one of date night is no talking about the kids,” you smiled sweetly and you gave his hand a squeeze.

“I know, I know. Katie is taking good care of them,” he sighed with a soft grin. “So… how’s this gorgeous woman before me doing? Any man in your life?” You rolled your eyes at your husband’s goofiness but played along with it, having missed the cheeky flirting.

“Well, there is this handsome man, tall and strong, luscious locks,” you summed up. Jared chuckled while he watched you staring dreamy eyed in the distance.

“And who might this strong, tall, Greek like god be?” A sly smirk formed on your lips as you slipped your right foot out of your high heel and rubbed it against his leg as an answer.

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mihashiscroissant  asked:

For the ship thing: FudouKaze

I’ve been writing for this from you honestly lolol HERE WE G O

Originally posted by shawn-and-aiden-frost-9

who is more likely to hurt the other?
Fudou is more generally harassing but he never tries to hurt Kaze. If kazemaru reaches his limit for the jokes, though, then he can hurt fudou easy
who is emotionally stronger?
Fudou
who is physically stronger?
Fudou and Kazemaru hates him for it
who is more likely to break a bone? 
Kazemaru overexerts himself a lot so he’s the most likely
who knows best what to say to upset the other? 
Again, kazemaru can start a real fight easy but they are both pretty good at pushing each others buttons
who is most likely to apologize first after an argument?
Kazemaru, Fudou would never  
who treats who’s wounds more often?
Equal, but fudou is oddly keen in the skill 
who is in constant need of comfort? 
Kazemaru
who gets more jealous?
KAZEMAru  
who’s most likely to walk out on the other?
S TI LL  K A Z EMAR U  
who will propose?
Even if they were in a romantic relationship i dont think they would ever make it legal   
who has the most difficult parents?
Kazemaru bc he actually has parents
who initiates hand-holding when they’re out in public?
Fudou is  the more physically affectionate one  
who comes up for the other all the time? 
Equal
who hogs the blankets?
Kazemaru but Fudou doesnt really use blankets much  
who gets more sad? 
Kazemaru
who is better at cheering the other up?
Equal
who’s the one that playfully slaps the other all the time after they make silly jokes?
Kazemaru bc when fudou does it, hes usually being an asshole
who is more streetwise?
Fudou
who is more wise?
still fudou honestly
who’s the shyest? 
also fudou
who boasts about the other more?
Kazemaru is the bragger and fudou calls him out on it when he gets flustered  
who sits on who’s lap? 
Equal

most people in the newmann fandom agreed that newt and hermann were NEVER just “coworkers who couldn’t get along” they were very clearly close friends who got on each others’ nerves a lot and knew how to push each others’ buttons. they ALWAYS liked each other. 

Don’t like me. Don’t even try to like me and wish to be in a relationship with me. I’ll mess your head up, I’ll make you insane with all my indecisiveness. With all my craziness and sanity. I’ll swinging my mood from a clingy girl to the most cold-hearted queen. I’ll hurt you, so bad it’ll make you feel good to the point we’ll be pushing each other’s buttons. We’ll hurt each other yet you’ll be reminded every day that you’re being loved. I’ll be flirting with you all day then shut you down like how the sun sets. I will love every bits of you and you’ll be tired of me. Really, don’t.