this but elsewhere


[ au’s that exist elsewhere ]

He’s a mystery that no one really knows about. He’s a mystery that draws people in with the rings on his fingers and the charms that drape around his neck.

He’s tall and his eyes bore secrets that people can never hold his gaze for long.

He helps people, those who desperately need it, whispering latin and spells underneath his breath, the candles creating a fog that only seem to make the gold in his eyes stand out more.

But while he’ll help those who come asking it, he doesn’t even think twice about punishing those who don’t have pure intentions. Those who intend to use his magic to hurt or harm.

He’ll help those who need it but he’ll punish those who deserve it.



So this world has followed me into my dreams, with this result…

You walk into Elsewhere University with bright eyes and eager steps, excited to start this chapter in your life. You’d heard the hushed conversations in the corners when you went to your orientation, but that didn’t concern you. In fact, it kind of excited you, because you thought you might find a better outlet for your arts here than anywhere else. You could See colors and shades that were too bright, too sharp, too vibrant, too dark, for the mortal eye. Colors not even visible to bees and art students (though you were, of course, an art student).

You think your portfolio might have scared your admissions counselor, an oddly mousy woman whose eyes never stayed in one place for very long. She stamped (never signed, no one here signed documents) her papers for her,  but whispered under her breath the whole time about “Elsewhere colors” and things of that sort. You didn’t catch everything, but the gist was clear. You always knew the colors you Saw weren’t like what everyone else described, but you had never found a way to prove it. You’d never found paints in the kinds of shades you Saw and never managed to mix them yourself, no matter how many hours you spent trying. (That was why you were minoring in chemistry - you wanted to create your own pigments, to capture all of the surreal beauty you could See that no one else could.) You did what you could to make the differences clear though - and planned to keep doing so, even though it was clear that displaying Sight was taboo here. You were lucky that you couldn’t See more than colors. Your time at the university would have been much shorter, and much less pleasant.

You followed all of the rules and traditions to a T, made sure you were never without salt or a ramen packet, kept an old iron pendant around your neck or in your pocket at all times, spoke kindly to the crows. All of the rules, except for the one about creating art incorporating Elsewhere. No matter how many times you teachers warned against it, despite that one even failed you for the semester for it, you insisted on trying to paint the colors you Saw, instead of the ones that existed in the mundane world. You made it three semesters before you really caught the Gentry’s eye.

By the end of your third semester, you had finished enough classes in your chemistry minor by doubling and tripling up on the required courses (there was no point in taking arts classes if you couldn’t paint what you wanted, you felt) to know that they would never be able to teach you to make the pigments you dreamed of. To know that chances were good that there was no Earthly way to make those colors stretch beyond your mind to your canvas. Your first mistake was bemoaning this within earshot of one of the Fair Folk. Your second mistake was in not noticing the hole in the bottom of your backpack that spilled your ramen packets like breadcrumbs behind you on your walk home, not keeping some in your pocket (complacent, you had grown complacent in your year and a half). You weren’t carrying enough iron to ward off the Creature that appeared in front of you halfway between the woods and your dorm, offering to teach you how to paint the things you Saw. Your third mistake was in letting the “Yes” fall from your lips without first asking what the cost would be and how this would be done.

The world dissolved around you into a swirl of hues, more alien than any you’d ever seen before. And they were tangible; you could reach into them, feel them, understand what made them what they were. You stayed there for what felt like ages - for all you knew, literal eons had passed in the world you left. You painted with your fingers, your eyes, your heart, and this pleased the Fair One who had taken you… For a while. Soon though, it was bored of you. From the colors came shadowy monsters, terrifying beasts that chased you back to your own world. And as you ran, desperate, in fear, the colors fell around you like rain. They leeched from your Sight until you passed back from Elsewhere, back to the mortal world. You never Saw the same again.

To this day, you are unsure if They took your colors, or if the time immersed in all that color could be simply blinded you to the simpler shades of Earth. You no longer paint; but you still create. You still Know how to make the pigments, even if you cannot see them. You long for the day you will be able to see the things made with your Colors… But you also know that day will never come.



Of RedK & One-Night Stands: Chapter 1

Summary: After Jimmy rejects her, RedK-infected Kara Danvers finds some fun in another person’s company instead. Initially a one-shot, it is now a multi-chapter fic. Presently contains some twists and turns.

ps. this is a condensed version of the chapter. my chapters are actually quite long lol. also, i’m out of practice when it comes to drawing so i decided to do manips instead. enjoy! (pls. credit if re-posted elsewhere. thanks -L)


Mamo’s Musical Love Counseling, with English subtitles. Requested by @jennshaiel.

Big thanks to @tsukinokakera and @shakkuris who did a wonderful job with the translation! ( ノ^ω^)ノ゚

* Feel free to share this video but please, DO NOT reupload it elsewhere, thank you!

* A list of my English and French subbed videos can be found here.

People, can you please please tag your Rebels spoilers.

I literally clicked onto tumblr to check my inbox to be met with a GIANT fucking spoiler at the top of my dash. The exact same thing happened last week, and too many weeks before. Tag your shit. It takes 2 seconds and makes fandom a better place as we all get to engage with the source material on our own terms.

Be excellent to each other, rebels.

shipthedame  asked:

Hey! Quick question -- I know some universities have little houses or apartments for the professors on campus & they're actually pretty nice and cute most of the time -- does Elsewhere have those? If not, where does the staff live? I appreciate your taking the time :)

Yeah, the staff lives for the most part in the campus housing. It’s part of why so many alumni come back as professors - to continue living in the thin part of the world, because for some reason or other they can’t bear to (or simply can’t) leave.

Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN [Tsukinami Shin - Dark No. 03]

Please note, I do not allow my translations to be taken elsewhere, nor do I wish for them to be used as a base for another Language.

Cannon’s note before you start:

万魔殿 / Banmaden > Tsukinami sibling’s residing place

ヽ(・∀・*)ノ LET’S ENJOY SHIN TOGETHER ヽ(*´∀`)ノ

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anonymous asked:

I think another factor was Emma Watson trying to take creative control over her costumes, I imagine she was like one of those clients who you invite to a fitting and then they proceed to tell you how to do your job

That’s definitely one of the components here.

She’s said she has a femintistic take on the role, and wanted to transform Belle from being an object of desire to become a woman with her own agency. It appears she didn’t think a proper corseted bodice and a hoop skirt fitted that vision. Though mixing up the two is one of the most erroneous costume myths out there - which many has discussed quite well both on Tumblr and elsewhere.

What surprise me is that designer Jacqueline Durran OK’d it. I think she was very much on board on the feministic take on the role and the idea that every piece should be comfortable, wearable and “able for Belle to ride horseback in”. But it doesn’t have to mean a bland prom gown? I’m also surprised by just how much work they apparently put into the gown:

“…it took 10 people and 238 hours to create. They tested multiple yellow fabrics before finding the right shade, embellished the gown in feathers, gold leaf and glitter, and completed the look with hand-painted 18th century heels” ( X )

All I think is that… it doesn’t really show?

“About a fortnight after John and Cyn started going together, I happened to stop in at Mendips a few moments before she was due to turn up. Though I was expected elsewhere, John insisted that I stick around. ‘You’ll want to see this one,’ he said. ‘She’s not Brigitte, but she’s really all right.’ I couldn’t remember John ever having seemed so excited about a girl; he even kept running to his bedroom window to check whether Cynthia’s bus arrived” -Pete Shotton

“One day, not long after we had first met Cyn, I was at Mendips with John and he told me that Cyn was coming from town on the bus. I was twelve then and I was looking forward to seeing her again, wondering what arty, studenty clothes she would be wearing. Mendips is right on the main road, which meant that you could see the bus stop if you looked through the upstairs windows, which is why John ran up and down the stairs to his bedroom whenever he thought he heard a bus engine. You could hear whether or not the bus stopped to let passengers on or off. When the bus did indeed deposit Cynthia on the pavement, John shouted ‘Yes!’ and then flung himself downstairs to watch for her coming through the gate. Then he sauntered through the kitchen, as if he didn’t even know she was coming and he was bumping into her in his own garden by sheer good luck! I couldn’t believe his cool. I loved it! Cynthia was dressed in black from head to toe, just like John. A couple of art students, in love and looking like art students…in love. It was tangible.” -Julia Baird

multi-villain-imagines  asked:

I would absolutely love some Leonard Snart x Reader. Would you consider writing one? With the sentence starter: "I just wanna help you relax" With a little bit of flirting and sexual suggestions.? And smut if you feel like it 😉

So here is my first attempt at a Leonard Snart thingy. I was trying to try to keep it more in character for him, not sure how well I did with that aspect. It’s a little fluffy, I ended up leaving it open to the imagination on what happens next, smut no doubt. But I hope you like it, if not I’ll be happy to try again. (I stuck the sentence elsewhere in the story with minor tweaking.)

Relaxing Visit

          “What are you doing?” Snart asked as he watched you remove his shoes. You stood up and carried them over to the closet and dropped them in the basket. Everyone knows to put their shoes there, even Mick. Snart just chooses to ignore it.

          “You know the rules of my house, Lenny.”


          “I know your name.” You came back with two opened bottles of beer.

          “Yet, you continue to call me Lenny.” He frowned as he accepted the bottle. “Is your fridge broken? It’s warm.”  

           “It isn’t broken, I just got home an hour before you called, it didn’t have enough time to chill is all. I would have stuck them in the freezer, but the last time I did that you were a no show. And I fell asleep, I’m still finding shards of glass in my freezer, Lenny.”

           “I apologized for that.” You rolled your eyes at him. “Okay I sent my apologies with Mick.”

           “Yeah, Mickey was real smooth with your apologies.”

           “Maybe if you called people by their actual names they’d be more pleasant.” Snart snarked at you before sipping his beer.

           “Oh, he was very pleasant. Very friendly. And a little handsy.” You kept your face neutral.

           “I thought he wasn’t your type.” You weren’t sure but you thought you detected a hint of annoyance in his tone, it was too much to hope it was jealousy.

           “I can’t help it if he finds me attractive, at least someone notices me.” You noticed his grip on the beer had tightened.

           “(y/n), I don’t come here to listen to you go on about your dalliances with my partner.” Snart put his beer down, you could hear the annoyance in his tone now.

           “Then why do you come over, Lenny? I know it isn’t to just track dirt all over my pretty rugs.” Snart would never say why he was coming over, just that he was and you never really pressed for a response to the question, he always ignored it at any rate.

           “Maybe, I like coming here to relax.” He sighed. You put down your beer and stood up, “What are you doing, now?” His eyes followed you as you moved closer to him. You sat down in his lap dangling your legs over the arm of the chair, Snart slid an arm behind your back. You nuzzled into his neck. You felt him tense up as you kissed his neck. “Why are you doing that?” You smiled because he wasn’t asking you to stop.

           “Maybe, I just want to help you relax.”

           “It isn’t exactly helping me relax, (y/n).” He brought his free hand over to brush some hair off your face. “Is this how you help, Mick relax?” That smug little smile of his softened his features just a bit, he knew you were pulling his leg about Mick.

           “We both know he isn’t my type, Len–” Snart cut you off with a kiss. It started out soft, but then he bit your lip softly and you parted your lips slightly, giving Snart the invitation he wanted. His fingers sliding through your hair. Pulling you closer and deepening the kiss.

         Finally breaking the kiss so you could both catch your breath, Snart ran his thumb along your jaw. “I think we’ve dragged out this game long enough, don’t you, kitten?”  You nodded, “Should we move to somewhere more…” He glanced in the direction of your bedroom, “Relaxing?”

anonymous asked:

Heyy, I've been wondering about something and I wanna get your input. I do know that the polite thing to do is ask an artist for their permission to repost their work on other social media platforms. Would reblogging on tumblr be the same? Like if I see a piece I like on tumblr should I ask to reblog it?

Oh no I don’t think that’s necessary at all since reblogging art on tumblr is a way to support the artist directly ^^ if you want to repost, however, (tumblr or elsewhere) then you definitely need to talk to the artist first.

anonymous asked:

maybe an andy blanchard x reader where she's a guest in a let's play and has a star wars tattoo that he notices and they hit it off from there!

A/N - Woohoo, another excuse to write Andy!! Thanks a million for this prompt, friend, always a joy writing that adorable red-faced fella. And I tried to branch out a little more with this one, instead of doing the whole ‘‘Reader works at RT’‘ thing, so I hope you’re cool with that!

Pairing - Andy x Reader

Warnings - Swearing

Word Count - 1, 518

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anonymous asked:

Can we have Sidon, Revali and Teba headcannon reaction about finding their s/o is a bit jealous when other people flirt with them? Like what will they do or say to make their s/o feel better? Love your writing ;)

I already did Sidon and Revali elsewhere, but I will attach the link later.

Jealous s/o (Teba)

  • This dense motherf-er
  • Doesn’t even know he’s being flirted with
    • when he does realize he is though, he gets so awkward
  • When he realizes s/o got jealous he feels mixed about it
    • Happy they value him enough to be jealous
    • Guilty that he made them feel that way
  • Goes out and brings them a shiny trinket that remind him of them, as well as an awkward apology

anonymous asked:

There's a reason you like kumis writing your writing is shit

This is the funniest shit. The writing one likes has no direct reflection on one’s own writing. You may develop a certain writing style from reading other’s work but there’s no correlation of ‘you like good writers so your writing is good’ unless you work towards it. @mellifluous-melodramas writing is fucking bomb. I have had conversations with other people talking about how we wish we could write like she does. You can just take your jealous ass elsewhere lmao

Sometimes it’s still so hard. And I feel like it shouldn’t be.

I left Florida Southern College 7 months ago. Since then I’ve started completely over elsewhere. So why does it still hurt some days? It’s like I still have one foot wedged in the door of mourning the life that no longer exists. And I don’t feel like it should be that way. It wasn’t working anymore. I hated the person I was by the end.

But damn, some days I just still feel so fucking heartbroken. And I shouldn’t. But I do today. And I still feel guilty.

Okay. I think I’m ready.

To get back into writing.

It’s been a crazy past month and a half! Not only did I have to deal with the stress and trauma of going to the hospital three times, on one of those occasions it involved me sustaining a blow to my head that required seven staples (I had passed out at home and my head struck a tile floor). I … don’t remember much of that day. It’s probably for the best.

There’s an embarrassing aspect to all of this: on that Valentine’s Day fall, I also fell on my tailbone. I keep telling my husband I need an ass transplant. This shit hurts. As I said elsewhere, this is coming from a person who has had two open heart surgeries: bruising your tailbone is painful. I can’t really sit for any length of time, which means I can’t participate in the RP events I want to go to. If you do happen to see me logged on for any length of time, rest assured I’m taking frequent breaks because even though sitting is much more tolerable now, it can still be quite painful if I don’t sit right.

Things are slowly getting better. Thank you for being patient :)


(( I’m not gonna sugarcoat it. This was a long time coming.

I don’t like tumblr anymore. Or more specifically, I don’t like using it as a medium to post this story anymore- I find it’s too slow, clunky and for some reason motivation is just horrible to come by. And my drawing skills are horrible, not even going into motivation for doing THAT. So I’ve decided to shut this blog down.

No, I’m not gonna delete it. This is not a rage-quit or me cancelling the story in any way. That’s not what I’m trying to convey. I am merely going to move the story to elsewhere. I’ve decided the story is going to be continued in fanfic form, on the website Archive of Our Own.

Why in fanfic format and why not in ask blog format, you may ask? Because I’m honestly better at writing fanfics than running ask blogs, and definitely better at writing than drawing. I want to see this story through to the end and I can’t see that happening in ask blog format. This isn’t something that’s coming out of the blue, by the way- this is something I’ve thought about for a very long time, in heavy contemplation.

I might leave this open as a place where you simply ask the crew stuff about their daily lives or something, I’m not sure….but as far as the plot’s concerned, it’s over here. It’s being moved elsewhere.

I am firm on this. I am sorry if you followed this blog for the story alone, but if you really are interested in seeing it through to the end with me, then stick around- I’ll be posting a link to my AO3 account sometime soon when it’s completed, and you can follow Harod and co.’s adventures there as they continue! Tumblr’s been fun, but I think it’s time to move on.

I will of course keep using my other personal blog @angles-gieegs-and-flowers here, for posting art and personal things. If you wanna talk to me or whatever, contact me there! I don’t bite. Thank you everyone for following, and see you soon with access to the more detailed version of Harod and Deire’s story. ))