throwing lead

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“I’m not afraid of you!”
“Heh… I like that expression on your face.”

I’m sorry Anon I got too carried away (also yess villain AU aka excuse to make evil Qrow!! We’re lucky he’s in good side because welp imagine what he can do if he’s in another side)

also whyyyy Winter didn’t appear in last episode why RoosterTeeth whyy


I can’t tell you how touched I am by your concern for my welfare.

bc we‘re doing this lately - chaol

I just wanna share my feelings (SHOCKER). They are not pro-Chaol. They are not anti-Chaol. I liked him in ToG and CoM. His chapters bored me in HoF. In QoS he pissed me off. But I never thought it was his fault Nehemia died and I never thought he was abusive (which some people do apparently???)

When he and Celeana had been doing it for like a week and he was thinking marriage, I was kinda…

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But… I love that he’s loyal af to Dorian. Because I heart Dorian. And he’s an incredibly conflicted character whose notions of right and wrong are constantly being challenged. Which is just part of growing up? And I can Relate.

And the thing is, whatever I feel about him now, I’m sure that after his novel I’ll like him more. I think it will just naturally happen when we learn even more about him (I was thinking, maybe we’ll get flashbacks or history? that’d be cool), so… my feeling about Chaol and his novel are like a… 6/10 right now. Favorable, but nearly neutral.

Believer - Bughead Fic

[A/N: The aftermath of that scene, smuttiness because we all needed it, this is only my second Bughead fic so I’m still finding their voices a little so please bear with me! The song used below is the song from that very scene, it only seemed right. Only briefly proof-read but I will probably go back sometime later tonight and fix any errors I’ve missed, hopefully not too many but I did make the decision to swap tenses halfway through writing this.]

I was broken from a young age
Taking my sulking to the masses
Writing my poems for the few
That looked at me, took to me, shook to me, feeling me
Singing from heartache from the pain
Take up my message from the veins
Speaking my lesson from the brain
Seeing the beauty through the…

-Imagine Dragons - Believer

The worn leather nestles itself warmly against his neck, fingertips grazing against the frayed polyester cuffs and the smell of faded cigarettes and liquor envelope the air around him.

‘Juggie-’ Her voice wavers with uncertainty, the small smile that had crept its way into the corners of his mouth falls in an instant. 


Sorry kid, I didn’t realise you had a lady-friend over.’ The broad Serpent chuckles throatily. 

‘Uh, Betty-’ he offers lamely with an outstretched arm to the door, ‘my girlfriend.’

The Serpents in unison stretch to peer around the door, meekly Betty remains hidden, her slender fingers with periwinkle polish grasping firmly at the edge of the door with knuckles turning white.

‘My-my,’ smirks the leader of the pack, ‘don’t you just paint a familiar picture.’

Betty steps back cautiously as the larger man strains to get a better look, instinctively Jughead’s arm raises against the door-frame offering the bearded man a stern look. Taking a step back he rocks on the heels of his feet, his own hands raised in surrender and a curious gaze playing on his features.

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1930’s Slang Reference

I just thought I’d whip this up for any rp'ers who might find it useful :)

Abercrombie- a know it all

All wet- no good

Aces, snazzy, nobby, smooth, swell, keen- very good

Ameche, horn, blower- telephone

Babe, broad, dame, doll, frail, twist, muffin, kitten- names for women

Bean shooter, gat, rod, roscoe, heater, convincer- gun

Beat- broke

Bleed- to blackmail

Blow your wig- become very excited

Booze, hooch, giggle juice, mule- whiskey

Brodie- a mistake

Bulge- advantage

Bumping gums, booshwash- talking about nothing useful

Cabbage, lettuce, kale, folding green, long green, Suds, salad, dough, moolah, rhino- money

Cave- one’s home

Chisel- swindle or cheat

Clip joint- Night club or gambling joint where patrons get screwed

Crumb, fink- loser

Crust- to insult

Curve- a disappointment

Dig- think hard or understand

Doggy- well dressed but in a self concious way

Doss- sleep

Drilling, plugging, throwing lead, filling someone with daylight, giving someone lead poisoning- shooting at someone

Grifter- con man or woman

Make tracks, dangle- leave quickly

Packing heat, wearing iron- carrying a gun

Shake a leg- hurry up

Snipe- cigarette

Togged to the bricks- dressed up

Take a powder, blow, split, scram, drift- leave

Trip for biscuits- a pointless task

Twit- fool or idiot

Leading Suspects - Chapter 15

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14.

For your reading enjoyment! Love you, @peetabreadgirl! For those who have asked, I do plan on getting this whole thing up on AO3 and eventually, It just hasn’t been a priority right now.

“This is stupid,” I protest, squirming in their grip. Really, I’m terrified of seeing him again so soon when I still haven’t figured out what yesterday meant and what I’m going to do. I hate not having control of my life and Madge and Jo have seized control and are ordering the mass executions of dissenters.

“It’s brilliant and it’s going to work,” Johanna insists.

“You look amazing, Katniss,” Madge reassures me, referring to the tight as fuck skinny jeans, the loose shirt that falls off one shoulder, and the lacy underthings they somehow managed to procure and forced me into. I think Jo may have broken into my apartment and raided my panty drawer before she came here. They even held me down and forced mascara and lip gloss on my face.

“Peeta won’t be able to resist you, which makes your job easier. And it’s not really a job at all, right? You like him. You think he’s hot. His kisses turn your legs to pudding. And he really likes you. This’ll be good for both of you. I just know it.”

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Dripping wet part 2

Calum Hood - 1701 words

You can read part 1 right here.


By now the party was in full swing. People were grinding on each other in our living room, there was one girl puking in the toilet with the door open, much to my dismay, and outside the not-so-drunk posse was just chilling and enjoying the chill air of impending summer. I dragged my alcohol deprived ass towards the kitchen, pushing past a few of giggling girls, eyeing Luke from afar. He always had that kind of influence on people. “Hit me up.” I yell over the music to Luke pouring drinks, his smile immediately a bit brighter as he spots me walking over to him.

“Glad you could make it.” I roll my eyes as I push myself up on the counter, feet dangling as I watch him fill a plastic cup with the light yellow liquid. I merely nod my head as I already lift the now full cup to my lips, taking a small sip as I let my eyes roam over the people Luke had invited. “You have shit friends.” It draws a chuckle from Luke’s lips, his fist punching my shoulder lightly before he starts to fill his own cup. “Be careful what you say, that means you’re the shittiest of them all.”
“I actually might be.” I joke in return, my gaze catching Calum, lounging on the living room sofa with a cigarette between his lips. He’s animatedly speaking to a guy, I think his name was Michael, his own cup dangling from his hand, leaning over the sofa.

“Are you digging Michael?” A sudden voice pulls my from my trance and I whip my head around so quick I think I might have given myself a whiplash. “What?”
“I could hit you up if you’d like.” Luke wiggles his eyebrows and now it’s my turn to punch him roughly in the gut. His breath leaves his lungs in a whiff and I can’t help but grin when he tries to regain his breath. “I am not interested in Michael. Besides, I’ve met him once, remember? If I wanted him I would’ve taken him then.”

“Damn girl don’t have to be so harsh on me.” Luke huffs out as soon as he can get the sweet air in his lungs again, but by then I am already back on my feet. “Y/n!” The sweet voice of Wendy chimes from behind me and I slowly turn on my heel, granting my only girl friend with a large grin. “Wen, didn’t know you were coming.” I let her press her lips against my cheek, my hand briefly resting on her upper arm to steady myself.

“I can’t miss out on an opportunity to dominate the dance floor with my girl!” A hearty laugh leaves my lips and I let her pull me towards the living room – a.k.a. the make shift dancefloor – as I wave at Luke. I discard my cup somewhere along the way, the contents already emptied.
“Those boys know how to throw a party! Whoo!” Wendy grabs my arms and swings them around, drawing another chuckle from my lips. Wendy was always a happy-go-lucky girl and I appreciated that about her. I wasn’t much fan of drama – but who was? – and the fact that she never brought any along made me decide to become friends in the first place.

I hum along in agreement, but my eyes already have found Calum again. His cigarette was discarded in an ashtray nearby and this time his gaze wasn’t focused on Michael, it was on me. As soon as our gazes meet he grants me with a small smile and a wink and I remember my thoughts from earlier on the evening. I start to swing my hips along to the beat a lot more deliberately, making sure I put on a show for my flat mate.

“Still crushing on the Kiwi, are you?” Wendy chuckles as she follows my lead, throwing a look over her shoulder to see where my gaze is transfixed on. I shrug my shoulders as I meet her gaze once more. “At least it’s not a banana.” This draws a fit of giggles from her lips, her hand slapped in front of her mouth to lower the sound. “Damnit now I have to pee. I’ll be back.” Wendy dismisses me quickly and I decide to just stay here, dancing along. It was actually quite fun when I forgot people were probably staring at my horrendous dancing.

I freeze in my spot when I feel his hands land on my hips, his front pressed tightly against my back. “Having fun?” I hum in response, keeping the swaying of my hips going while I lean into his large frame. “I see so.”
I turn around, my hands resting on his chest to steady my poor balance, my head lifting to catch his gaze. “What brings you here?” I joke, letting Calum lead me away from the middle of our living room and to the side. Suddenly I am pressed against the wall, Calum leaning against it as he corners me, making my small frame disappear behind his large one.

“You think I didn’t know you were secretly watching me? If I had had any chance myself I would’ve done the same thing.” He whispers, his hot breath flowing past my ear, shivers immediately emanating all over my sweaty body. I feel him press his large frame even more against my trapped one, heating my body in an instance.

The words that had left his lips hit me only moments after, a rush of heat downing on me, dampening my knickers in a split second. “Interested?” I blink slowly, furrowing my eyebrows as he stares down at me. “Huh?”
“Are you interested?” The scowl doesn’t leave my lips and I hear him sigh before he closes the distance between us and catches my lips with his. He pulls back just the tiniest bit, our lips still touching as he whispers. “This.”

I let my eyelids flutter closed as I pull him back towards me, crushing our lips harshly back together. My back bounces off the wall again and Calum’s hands slither towards my bum, cupping both cheeks in his hands as he pulls me back towards him. “Upstairs.” I mumble against his lips, my flat hands pushing against his chest as I guide him towards the stairs.

I’m slammed against the recently closed door of Calum messy room, my hands roaming through his hair, occasionally pulling on the thick strands, earning a groan from his plump lips. His hands start to unbutton my shirt as my hands immediately fumble with his jeans, my hand sliding in as soon as the zipper is halfway down and palming him through his boxers. He stills his movements for a second to groan into my neck before my shirt flies across the room in record speed.

“Fuck. Come on.” Calum groans as his teeth sink into my neck, his hands pressing at my bottom again as he lifts me off of the floor and traps me against the door again. He’s grinding his crotch against my damp core and I can’t help but moan out, the sounds muffled by Calum’s lips against mine.
He carries me over to his small one person bed, lying me down before following suit after and covering my body with his. His fingers reach behind my back to unclasp my bra, my own hands occupied with ridding him of his tight, white shirt.

He stands back to his feet and pushes his jeans down to his ankles himself, his gaze never once leaving mine as I rid myself of my trousers. He stands still momentarily, his fingers curled around his shaft as his gaze flicks from my breasts to my still clothed core. As he walks over, one of his hands reaches for the waistband and slowly, seductively, pulls them down.
“I would take my time but I just can’t wait any longer.” Calum groans, his fingertips lightly brushing over my sides as he crawls back over me. “Then quit stalling.”

I feel his thick erection brush against my wet core as he positions himself on top of me, my nails already grasping for his prominent biceps. He doesn’t give me any warning as he slowly pushes in, a huff of a breath leaving his lips while he buries his face in my shoulder, leaving wet, open mouthed kisses along his path. He starts moving rhythmically, it almost seems as if he is moving along to the thumping beat sounding through the speakers downstairs, his biceps flexing as he tries to keep himself upright.

He hits just the right spot which makes me cry out in pure bliss, Calum stopping momentarily to gaze at me in wonder. “More..” I breathe, pulling me towards me and throwing my legs around his hips to create a different angle. He starts thrusting more violently, raising his body back to watch me rapidly speed towards my orgasm. “Harder Cal, please.” I moan out, throwing my head back as I clutch my eyes closed. It seems to only edge him on, his pace picking up, hitting the right spot over and over again, the black spots appearing in front of my eyes.

“Oh Cal I –“ I stutter out, my walls clenching around his thick cock as my orgasm crashes over me. Calum keeps up his relentless pace, fucking me through my orgasm and chasing his own. It doesn’t take him long before he stills, stuttering inside me and dropping down with a loud huff. He lets himself glide off of me, his arm push underneath my head as he discard of the condom he somewhere along the way seemed to have pulled on. Thank you Cal.

I’m staring at the ceiling, waiting for Calum to tell me to get the fuck out of his bed but all of a sudden he pulls me closer to his sweaty, scorching chest and a chuckle rumbles in his chest. “I never thought you were this verbal.” Calum’s loud laughter booms through the small room. My flat hand connects with his chest briefly as I roll my eyes, settling against his warm chest. “Dick.”

I hope you liked it!
Lots of love,
L. xox


I’ve had these sitting in my folder for a couple weeks now. Vampire and I discussed what might happen if Abel and Engel met and it lead to “throwing hands”. More so Abel throwing the hands while Engel tries to dodge LOL.

Engel most likely spotted Abel stumbling in the streets one evening and went to make sure that the peculiar angel was okay. Abel, drunk and having recently left a bar, mistook Engels approach and touch as a threat. He lashed out at Engel, who feebly attempted to dodge and escape. Abel caught the other and threw them hard against the ground, angry and frustrated that his opponent wasn’t fighting back…

There is supposed to be more to this but I have been uber busy lately and unable to sit down and draw the second half. At the least I’ll write drabble of the scene and try to draw some bits and pieces here and there ;w;

Abel belongs to @the-vampire-inside-me

Engel is mine.


Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst/Fluff; Hurt/Comfort 

Summary: Jungkook had been spending a lot of time with you lately, and Namjoon finally thought it was time to confront him about it. 

Word Count: 2844

Originally posted by totallyyehet

Namjoon leaned against the wall and gulped down the water from the clear plastic bottle. Sweat was pouring down the sides of his face, “Hey, do any of you guys know where Jungkook is?” 

It was already late afternoon and Jungkook still hadn’t shown up at the dance studio. This was very unheard of for the boys. Jungkook had always been the one to wake up really early or even pull an all-nighter in the studio to practice, but lately, that wasn’t the case. All the boys knew why he had been this way.

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Dysfunctionally Functioning

Shawn x Reader

“Hey Mom”, Asher threw his bags down on the floor and proceeded toward the stairs.

“Hey Mom”, Cecilia, Asher’s twin, was looking down at her phone while completely missing the coat rack and throwing hers on the floor.

“Hi Mommy”, Julie, your youngest, squealed while following her siblings leads and throwing her things on the floor.

“Hey babe”, Shawn cautiously hopped over all of their stuff and kissing you on the cheek, “Whatcha doing?”

“Tell them to pick their stuff up”, you ignored his question and stared at your laptop while leaning against the counter.

“Guys! Pick up your things, what do you guys think this place is”, Shawn yelled as footsteps came thudding down the stairs.

“The Mendes household”, Cecilia answered, “Full of lazy, loud, and other things I can’t say–people!”

“Whatcha doing”, Shawn cooed from behind you again.

You rolled your eyes, “You do realize that your mom wanted us to host tonight right?”

“Host what”, Shawn asked cluelessly.

Her weekly Friday night dinners, “It’s out turn. Food, dessert, drinks, the whole enchilada”, you joked.

“Are you kidding me”, Shawn pinched the bridge of his nose before looking back at you lovingly, “What time are we doing that?”

“Um…”, you looked at the time on your computer, “Two and a half hours”, you looked at him and sighed, “Ugh”, you complained into his shoulder as his hands rested on your waist.

“Just our luck”, Shawn pulled away with a chuckle, “Kids!”

“What”, they all called.

You and Shawn did the famous silence after ‘what’ that your parents had done to you, it was quite effective.

“What”, they all repeated.

“Down here now”, Shawn roll called as they all sighed dramatically and soon appeared in front of you…well two of them.

“Where’s your little sister”, you asked while looking at your teenage twins.

“She’s starting a youtube channel or something”, Cecilia shrugged while sitting at the barstool of your counter.

“She’s gonna show her viewers how to cut their hair apparently”, Asher chuckled while taking a seat next to her.

“What”, you and Shawn said in unison with wide eyes before bolting up the stairs.

“Julie! Daddy is telling you to put those scissors down”, Shawn yelled as you both burst into the bathroom.

“Now here’s the fun part, snip, snip”, she chirped while holding the scissors to her head.

“No”, Shawn snatched them from her and closed Cecilia’s MacBook (which Julie was filming with).

“Now that we have everyone–”, you began.

“In one piece”, Shawn added as you giggled.

“Grandma Karen wants us to host dinner tonight, and now we have a little over two hours to do it”, you announced.

Everyone, including Julie, sighed. They got it from their parents.

“Cecilia and Asher, dessert”, you began, “I’m gonna do the main dish, Shawn and Julie have setting the table, cleaning, and drinks.”

“What”, Shawn whined like a child.

“Don’t start Mendes”, you glared at him.

“Huh”, all of your kids looked up at you.

“Not you Mendes’s, the oldest one”, you stuck your tongue out at Shawn.

“You’re lucky I love you”, Shawn wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you in for a kiss.

“It’s a good thing I didn’t cut my hair, I can still do this”, Julie pulled her hair over her eyes.


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“Did you guys see that?” One of your friends asked as something whizzed through the sky over head.

“What was it?” You called, grabbing the little pots of soil samples as the rest of your friends hurried out of the wooded area in time to watch something huge fall from the sky with a resounding boom.

The group looked at each other before packing up your kit and slowly making your way to an abandoned building that was in the thick of the woods. Everyone froze when the huge green lump curled on the grip moved and roared at you, naturally the entire group screamed until it was obvious that you’d both scared each other.

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First Comes Love, Then Comes Marriage... (Part 1/2)

Pairings: Dean x Reader (Series Rewrite Setting)
Word Count: 8,896. 
Summery: The boys have been gone for over a month now. But after being reunited once again with the man you love, there’s a surprise waiting for him. 
Warnings: Spoilers for season eleven and twelve! “First Blood” to be exact. (If you squint just enough, this just might be considered a rewrite.) Mary might be a bit OOC. Also, mentions of pregnancy/miscarriages.

Next Part | Supernatural Rewrite Masterlist

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I know what you’re thinking; Shouldn’t this be the second part to “Sam, Interrupted” and not some drabble that turned into a monster, Danielle?! Sigh. I’m so far behind on writing/this season in general. But this came out after I have been wondering what might happen in season twelve with the reader in my rewrite series. (As some of my amazing followers sent in some ideas of their own.) You don’t need to have read it to enjoy, but since a lot of people seem to like the dynamics between the both of them, I decided to give you guys a treat! Also, “Swamp Meat” rewrite for my lovely Sam girls is in the works, too. ;) For those who want to embark on a fourteen page journey that took me two days to write, enjoy! 

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