25 days of outlander: day two → favorite murtagh scene
“Have you never seen two men practising the art of the sword, eh. Oh, clear off. Go away. Or I will rip your balls off! ”


#WTtbt | This September is the 3rd anniversary of Paradise (What About Us?). Since then, Within Temptation have performed with Tarja twice on stage, made one music video, photoshoots, and Tarja has released her own mix of the song.


If my Muse was a Deity, what Offerings Would you Leave at Their Shrine?

Ufufufufuu~ ♥︎  What wonderful offerings to an old deity. It’s nice to feel appreciated ♥︎ 


((When your hand slips and you put the Earl in a traditional Korean outfit…..))

Assassin’s Creed: Bonds #15

Create Dialogue
I dislike difficulty
Why are you so hard?

In other news: Last week of school before exams. Halp.

Chapter Fifteen: Abstract Divide

Acting was not all that hard to Lucy. 

The opera and the months working against the Templar Order had seasoned the blonde into a habitual skill of acts. Oh, she could sing sonnets and duets on key, she could ad-lib when forgetting her lines or casually cue when one of her own friends forgot theirs. The true test of an actor, was keeping in character, no matter what.

Still, Lucy always had trouble with playing the hysteric character. 

That one person in the play that simply could not stay still or quiet, drenching everyone’s clothing with tears as they vigorously sought comfort at the cost of discomfort from others. It pulled against the grain of her existence, her habit of pooling everything away and crying in private due to her father’s stern reprimands for crying.

The worst part was the sobs and screams through emotional turmoil.

Still, low class guards were gullible, and tended to favor the stereotype that noblewomen suffered from hysterics on a daily basis. Now, all they had to do was play with that small gift.

With every clash of metal on metal, she cringed, making quick work to tear at her dress and scuff up her elbows. Even still, she kept her eyes away from Midnight’s glazed stare and still form, slumped against the wall as if he fell through an honorable battle. His sword, rested loosely in his hand for props sake. The man never even had the chance to reach for it in his final moments yet, everyone would believe he had.

Natsu sidestepped Laxus, making sure to create as much racket as he possible could by scrapping his blade along the brick and mortar walls, creating sparks that cast the two men in a fierce glow.

On cue by a glance from Laxus, Lucy sucked in a deep breath, and released the most curdling screams she could manage, words jumbled in like some poorly mixed batter. Not missing how both men flinched at her noises, Lucy turned her attentions to the neighboring homes, lights appearing in the windows and shouts echoing through the streets.

Guards. Help. This way!”

The music of boots tromping closer signaled the end of the charade, both assassins sheathing their swords and preparing to disappear into the night.

That way, they could be properly blamed for the whole thing.

Laxus cast her a stern glance of concern, but it was Natsu who approached her and knelt before her with kind eyes and a sorrowful expression that accented his true maturity. Without waiting, ignoring the impending moment of discovery, he leaned forward on his feet to rest his forehead on hers.

The pink locks tickled her face as she took a slow breath, tears still trailing down her face. Only, she cried from the loneliness that would follow his departure.

“I am sorry, Luce.” He whispered softly, the warmth of his breath on her cheeks. “I promise this will never happen again.”

The sound of clanking armor was nearly upon them, and Natsu kept by her until the last second. His fingers, glove-less and shaky, brushed her wet cheeks before the cold wind swept behind him as he darted into the shadows, clambering up the walls to join Laxus. Lucy knew he stayed, watching from above.

Natsu would never leave her if he could help it.

Lantern light shone down the mouth of the alley, hurting her eyes from the brightness. Voices filtered in as guards began to run towards her and the corpse, the darkness fading with every lamp.

Brown eyes looked away from the shadowed face of Midnight as some guards knelt to inspect his vacant eyes. Lucy continued her act, curling her knees to her chest and attempting to press herself into the wall, staring at the unfamiliar faces with numb expressions.

Unfamiliar men spoke kind words to her, blending into a song of little rhythm to her. All she wanted was to return home and sleep this nightmare away. Sleeping would prove much better than watching guards prod at the man she had seen alive not twenty minutes ago. The man she will never see alive again.

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Photoshoot (Kris)

AN: Requested by anon.

I was supposed to post this last week but I got busy and I was going to queue it up for last night but I forgot OTL


“Yifan. Oi Yifan, get up.” Kris grumbled and shrugged the hand that was gently shaking him by the shoulder, trying to wake him up. He pulled the blanket over his head in hopes that whoever was trying to wake him up will leave him to his much needed sleep. “Come on Yifan, you have a schedule to go to remember? You’re going to be late for your photo shoot for High Cut.”

“That photo shoot is tomorrow Yixing.” Kris mumbled, pulling the blanket tighter around his body.

“No, that photo shoot is on Thursday and today is Thursday. Now get up or I’ll get Zi Tao over here.”

“Today…is Thursday?” the leader sleepily mumbled. He started counting the days in his head, his eyebrows furrowed in thought. Tuesday was our rest day and yesterday we had a radio show, yesterday…Wednesday…so today is– his eyes snapped open and he threw the blankets off of him, scaring the poor unicorn that was still by the side of the bed.  His feet were unknowingly tangled in the covers and he almost tripped when he got out of bed, “What time is it?”


“Shit Xing, why didn’t you wake me up?”

Lay crossed his arms over his chest with a huff, “I did!”

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No. Its staying. There is nothing offensive about the confession. And while there are a few ruffled responses…it has not been nasty or bullying like some have been in the past. 

If anything…I forgot to post that behind a read more, likely because it was late at night.  I’m sorry about that. I will check the queue and make sure to add Read Mores to the confessions that warrant it.

So in closing…the confession is staying.


Roses are Red

@redbirdinwhitecage prompted: I fell for The girl that sold me roses for my valentine…

AN: I totally forgot this was even in my drafts, I’m so so sorry that it’s so late!!!

Gold noticed her eyes first.  He’d always had a weakness for blue eyes.  Then he noticed her rich brunette curls, and finally, when she began to speak, her beautiful lilting voice.  He had no intention in starting a conversation with her, or for those conversations to get longer and longer every time they happened to meet.

No one in town but Belle could spare him a kind look, let alone a kind word, or several.

His wealth and power separated him from the rest of the people that would be his neighbors.  It wasn’t something he’d admit in the light of day, but in the dark, if he’d had too much to drink, he’d concede it was lonely being the beast of Storybrooke.

Gritting his teeth Gold came back the present standing in front of the only flower shop in town.  Taking a deep breath he stepped forward, the shop’s bell ringing merrily as he entered.  Along with various flowers in all sorts of colours there were also bright red heart-shaped balloons cheerily proclaiming the date: Valentine’s Day.  Determined not to fail, he walked up the counter, waiting for someone to come and take his order.

He masked his shock as best he could when Belle stepped out from the back of the shop, a welcoming smile at the ready.  It took him a moment to recall that Belle’s father owned the shop he was currently standing in; she was probably helping out on one of the busiest days of a flower shops year. 

“Mr. Gold!”  She beamed.  “I didn’t expect to see you today, what can I do for you?”

Clearing his throat he fidgeted with his cane.  “Dozen roses.”  He muttered.

“O-oh.”  Her smile faltered for barely a second before she was back to her cheery self.  “Are they for someone special?”  She teased.

“They are.”  Gold admitted 

“I’m sure they’ll love them.”  Belle replied almost wanly as she gathering up the flowers wrapping paper.

Nodding, he smiled.  “I’m hoping so.”

Later that evening Gold stood outside of the library’s upstairs apartment once again fidgeting with his cane.