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The Girl Next Door [Tom Holland Smut]

Request: “ #695 for tom holland 😛 [[know you’re busy but i feel u, take your time]] “ [anonnymous] 

Words: 1.7+k

Rating: Explicit

Trigger warings: Smut, cheesy romcom story lmao

Summary: You just wanted to take a shower and relax in bed after a rough day.

A/N: This was supposed to be a drabble but I made it into a full imagine to fulfill the thirst of my sweet sinful followers that have been requesting Tom Holland. Y’all give me life. I hope you like this. Also I wanted it to be short but whoops. 


As soon as you walked into your apartment you slipped out of your shoes and started peeling off your clothes. You knew your room mate wouldn’t be home at that time and you couldn’t care less if your creepy neighbor was staring at you through the window. Not today. You were too tired to think about it. Too sweaty to stay on this hideous polo shirt that was the bookstore uniform. All you needed right now was a nice shower and lay in your bed reading one of those erotica books your sister gave you because not even your brain were working right to read anything with depth. You needed to relax.  

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Reiji’s Sleeping Vampire

No one reads this but I’ll say my spiel anyway. The entire reason I bought a fucking PS Vita and bought freaking Vandead Carnival was so that I could do this. Because it isn’t anywhere.  And tbh going through Reiji’s things just pisses me off all the more because yeah he’s a dick but all the guys are and deep down he’s so fucking genuine?? So please, appreciate Reiji-sama. Translation was done by me and my questions were answered by boyfriend-sama so everyone give him thanks or else I’d still be pulling my hair out XD So yeah. Enjoy~ 

*Do not use without explicit permission*


Oh, did you wake up? Ah…were you planning to sleep?

That’s perfect. Well then, how about sleeping?

Even if you say that, you’re not in bed.

You don’t understand? It should be different from usual.

*sighs*…it doesn’t make sense to try and explain things to a dull woman like you.

Oh, I see. The luxurious one is different.

The way this feels…you can understand just by touching it. You, however…

That’s right. Isn’t it different from yesterday?

I had it measured while you were at school.

The bed is an antique so I left it as is, I only changed the sheets.

Because it was ordered from a well respected shop in Western Europe…I came to hear opinion.

Despite that, I’m amazed that I did not get the answer that I wanted to hear the most.

You still don’t seem to know the difference. It seems it’s best to leave your bed as is.

Good grief… it’s problematic for you to be at the same level as my brothers…

Hah? What are you talking about?

Isn’t it obvious that only the bed sheets and pillow case were changed?

The triplets are sleeping so they wouldn’t mind.

It is doubtful that Subaru would be sleeping in a bed.

I don’t need to explain that, do I?

Anyway, you are the only one who would use it.

That is why, I came to hear your opinion…

I tried sleeping by myself to make sure there is nothing wrong with it.

The sheets on this bed are mine. And of course, you are too.

Even saying that, I can’t find a reason to blame you for wanting to sleep beside me.

You know, don’t you? As long as you know that’s fine.

Even so, it’s the truth. That this has a nice and soft touch.

The firmness of the mattress is just right for me. How does it feel for you?

That’s a rather simple answer. If you could give me something more concrete, I’d like to hear it.

For example, to what degree is your body sinking into the mattress?

If you said that you are not sleeping because you are next to me, that is an invalid argument.

Because like this it won’t be long before you’re sleeping next to me.

Please think for yourself what that means.

How is it? This feeling of our bodies against each other…don’t you think it’s wonderful?

The feeling of the elasticity pushing back on your body. It’s the perfect balance.

You don’t know? *he sighs*…How troublesome.

Why did I even change yours…you understand at least that much, don’t you?

I do not need thanks. *sighs* Explaining it to a disappointing person like you would be as painful as breaking a bone.

You must understand your position.

You’re food, aren’t you? (He says this super teasingly though not very condescending like)

That’s why, you have to sleep well and stay healthy.

I have a duty to keep you in top physical condition with a good environment.

Kuku. I’m not worried about your body.

Would you let me suck blood from an unhealthy body?

The state of your blood, of course, is important, but so is your skin.

If your scars don’t heal quickly, then it will be a burden on your body.

It may eventually lead to discomfort of the whole body.

You yourself know best don’t you?

Well, that’s that. But there are things to that which make it convenient.

If my bite remains on your skin forever…

That would be a mark of my posession.

Even if you accidentally got caught by another man with your clothes all ripped…

If there were a lot of bite marks on your skin left by me, it will show that I own you, no?

Yes, in fact, if someone tries to ignore the number of perfectly beautiful bites that I have given you…

If such a reckless man exists, I will eliminate him before he reaches you.

Kuku…then? No matter what sort of hand touches you, I will erase it.

However, it seems that you like and are prone to falling into traps. So please, be careful.

Being sleep deprived and spaced out is not an excuse.

In that case, please try and have a proper sleep.

That said…what is with your sleeping posture?

With that sort of cheap pajama material, no matter how much you change the bedding it will not matter.

Because the design was cute, that’s why you picked it? You truly are a shallow person.

It seems as though there are several things in which I will have to properly train you again.

“Negligence” is the meaning of the word “sloppy”

Sleep quality is reduced with such negligence.

Here, touch my clothes.

Do you understand? What kind of material this is…

Yes, silk. Once you feel how smooth this is, you can never choose anything else.

Of course, this bed and pillow cover are also silk. You’ve noticed this much at least, haven’t you?

What a surprised sound you made…well, that’s fine.

Because silk is also excellent in humidity, it is perfect for wearing.

I will give you some next time.

In that case…well, let’s keep a design in mind for the moment.

It is important to choose something that would suit you.

You do not have to thank me. Because what is most suitable for you, that is something I know most.

Wide shouldered with an open neckline, a one-piece design would be good, wouldn’t it?

You’ll get cold? You don’t need to worry about such things.

If I suck your blood, your skin begins to heat up, and then you will no longer be cold.

If you twist your body and raise your voice, it’s only natural…for you.

That’s right, I’ve seen your twisted figure, it is useless to deny.

Lift up your face.

It seems you misunderstood. Honestly…you are a foolish person no matter how much time passes.

What you need is to be properly groomed, since you are only food.

In order to become suitable…do you understand now?

Even so…why are you looking at me with such eyes?

I have not said a single word of this thinking of you.

Despite this, I have told you what suits you.

It is natural to think that based on subjectivity? Think of your position.

Well even then. I need to know your hobbies.

If you want, I will give it a little thought.

I do not feel like giving you excessive expectation. Please do not hesitate.

[Your name]

What are you laughing for? Stop giving such a frustrating reaction.

*sighs* Is it not time you went to bed?

You are not sleepy? Please do not say such stupid things.

Even though I already explained this much, it’s amazing you can still say such things.

I see. It is important for you to consider actions that are in accordance with my will.

Are there secrets to sleeping well? That is something that exists without a doubt.

Speaking of things that make for a pleasant sleep, it is said that it is better to have a hot drink before going to sleep, no?

You already drank some? For once you had a good idea.

Then? What on earth did you drink?

Black tea?

Why did you choose black tea?

Enough already, tell me. Could it be that you heard it was good for sleep?

*sighs* As expected, you are disappointing.

Are you unaware that black tea, just like coffee, have the effect to hinder sleep?

No matter how relaxing the fragrance, you should avoid them because of such ingredients.

If you put something in the tea, though, the story may be different.

Yes. Because if you become unconscious, then you will sleep well.

Would you like to test it now? (The words he uses for this here already imply that he’s not being serious)

If you do not want to be told such a joke, then please correct yourself first.

Honestly, to be misled by such a rumor, you are a human that cannot be helped.

If you only listen to “others” you’ll only end up hurting yourself.

You only ever have to listen to what I say.

There’s no objection, right?

Before going to bed, hot milk is best. It would be good to drink some from now on.

It is important to do so, without question.

Let’s order some milk from the ranch. Getting it fresh every day would be good.

I don’t have to go that far? Exactly what are you misunderstanding?

I do not feel like drawing out your thoughts. This is simply all part of “food” (he’s referring to her) management.

Honestly…No matter how many times I say it, you never understand…*sighs*

I do not like doing things half-way. Even if it is something like “food” management.

In order to finish things perfectly, it is important not to go crazy for anything.

If you can move exactly how I’d like, I would not have to go this far.

It seems like you have a talent for making trouble for me… it’s upsetting.

…If you understand, then.

Go to sleep.

Why is it that you have to be ordered by me.

Moreover, you would like for me to leave the room. (It sounds awkward in translation, I wasn’t sure how to word it. But basically he’s annoyed by the fact that he constantly has to tell her things and she has no initiative on her own. And on top of no initiative, she wants him to leave the room so she can sleep alone)

No good. Since today I changed the pillow, I will stay here until you fall asleep.

Because it seems that you cannot sleep now that the pillow has been changed.

Well, you didn’t even notice that the pillow had been changed. Truly a disappointing woman. Be mindful of it.

Now, sleep. Close your eyes…yes.

-cuts to black-

*Reiji sighs*

Why is your body stiff?

With that sleeping face, you will be tired. That’s obvious isn’t it?

Please try your best to sleep. For example, isn’t there a pointless human saying about sheep?

Well, I don’t think such a thing will work. It is meaningless to know what little people think.

However, maybe it suits you. Try it.

*laughing* Did you really try it?

I don’t trust something so ridiculous…it’s silly.

But that’s exactly why…this foolish way suits you.

What happened? For you to be speaking to me while counting

Even with your eyes closed, can you feel my gaze on you?

There is no problem with that. Why should one take their eyes away from the target?

I must stay here until I can confirm that you are sleeping properly.

Or, could you be saying that I am an inconvenience by staying here?

If so, you must let me hear the reason. Come, say it.

It’s embarrassing? What are you saying?

I do not understand what it means to be embarrassed being next to me.

Think about it. Isn’t it funny for prey to be embarrassed by being near me?

Hm… Is there a different reason? It is nonsense to focus on one assumption.

So what other reason is there?

Are you feeling embarrassed that once again you’ve realized you are incompetent unlike myself?

Or are you feeling the shame and self pity for being unable to fulfill your role as food?

Later on, you will realize the advantage you have by having me.

This is how I…is it because I am staring at you from such a short distance?

Oh? It seems I found the answer.

*opens eyes*

-cuts to Reiji again-

Didn’t I tell you not to open your eyes?

*chuckles* Were you planning on stealing a glance?

If you’re planning to continue looking…

How about I look directly at you?

What’s wrong? You wanted to see, didn’t you?

It’s fine.

Ah, that’s right….this is a good opportunity. With such a thing, let us graduate from what is upsetting us.

From here on, I will allow you to get used to it.

So then, please adjust your gaze. Do not look away, please continue watching.

Excuse me.

Your pulse is faster than usual. I will keep this in mind.

With your eyes fixed on me…it may be more effective if we are closer together.

Woops. I cannot give you the option to escape.

I can’t bring you closer because I already have you roughly by the wrists…

That’s no fun. Then, come, closer to me. (the game makes you touch the screen so that you’ll get closer)

More.  Even closer.

What are you waiting for? I do not remember telling you to stop.

At this distance our lips will touch? *chuckles*…is there something wrong?

There is no problem. Continue…Or do you not want to touch me?

What are you saying after coming such a distance?

Kiss me.  (Ok the feel of this gets completely lost and I hate it but idk how the fuck else to translate it. It’s not as direct or harsh, it’s pretty soft the way he says it, more like he is requesting one from her, like ‘from you, a kiss if you please’ but not in so many words)

This is an order. You must absolutely obey my instructions.

Why are you upset? Even if you make me wait, I will not spoil you.

You understand don’t you?…Since expressions of commitment are fine, do hurry up.

*you have to touch the screen again for a kissu!*

*Reiji sighs*

Why did you avert your eyes?

Look while kisses are exchanged (ok but bastard closed his eyes in the CG??)

Yes, of course I was going to be looking to check.

However, even disciplining you in this fashion, it will take hundreds of years.

You can overwrite such feelings of embarrassment with something that feels good.

Don’t you think?

Furthermore, no one is saying to kiss deeply or intensely.

As for myself, I do not mind trying a kiss like…

I will dare to leave you here. It will also convey to me what sort of feelings you have.

However, I do not know how you truly think of me.

If it is to me, it is fine to show it as you’d like.

Why do you have such disappointed eyes?

*heroine closes eyes and kisses him*

Nn…

*opens eyes again*

Was this your answer?

*his smile gets bigger*

 …No, this is fine. It is not enough but…I understand.

Very well….*kisses her some more*

Your gaze…do not divert it…*more slow sensual kisses*

I would not say it is embarrassing, would you?

This kiss…

Because I received it from you.

I will let you get used to it….*more kissing*

*scoffs* What happened? Making that sort of face, your blood pressure is rising.

The blood vessels in you human beings are incredibly fragile, so please be careful.

But can you stop having such labored breathing over something like this?

It is not pleasure I want you to remember. It is comfort.

By touching your hands, forehead, lips.

I can understand that comfort has been gained.

Do you believe me?

*scoffs* What’s with that happy answer?

…if you say that, then calm down the speed of your pulse and relax.

And with that, you should try to sleep well.

Oh? Are you forgetting now? I came to manage your sleep.

That is why you must understand the original purpose exactly.

Are you going to sleep well?

I see. You are a troublesome woman.

Well then, for a little more…we can touch each other.

Calling it skinship is a bit awkward, but it cannot be helped.

Please do not be conceited. I do not accept all of your actions.

Well, like this…it is not so bad to feel warmth.

What? Do not hold someone’s hand without permission.

Your head? ….Like this?

*laughs* What sort of face are you making? In a stupid way, like that of a dog being groomed…it’s a happy face.

You’re the only woman who accepts my hand in such a happy way.

Good grief, for you to relax in such a way…

It seems that I will have to go to bed next to you every day…

Let’s do it like this for a while…just stroking…

Goodnight, [Your name]

*closes eyes*

*small pause*

*Reiji sighs*

*eyes open*

When I am with you…my condition gets worse.

This…you are sleeping unprotected in my arms…you are truly a strange person.

But, for sleeping side by side to be so comfortable…

It was unnecessary to point it out. Nevertheless…why?

This satisfaction…makes me feel like I’m being filled with warmth.

It was not supposed to be in such a way, but seeing as it is now, it cannot be helped.

Everything is your fault, [Your Name]

For today, I will sleep with you.

Even in your dreams…resting peacefully…goodnight. 

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Hellenistic Gold & Cloisonné Necklace, 3rd Century BC

This fine gold necklace, dated from the early Hellenistic period, is made with a ‘loop-in-loop’ technique, known only from this era. Its chains of warm reddish gold are constructed of twisted double-figure-eight links. The center part of the necklace is adorned with three oval cloisonné settings containing blue glass gems. A wonderful example of the use of bright coloured glass in ancient jewelry. The necklace is wearable and still has the original closure.

10 drawing prompts to help you sketch outside the box.

1) Self portrait:  In a mirror with a washable pen, trace the lines of your face (on your face), or of one particular part (an eye, your mouth, etc.) Take note of things that you discover: the placement of under-eye bags, the curves in your nose, the line of your jaw. Recreate the line-art on paper. 

2) Poses and Posture: Draw stick figures in a variety of positions- dancing, jumping, leaning backwards, sitting forwards, etc. gradually fill in the bodies of these figures using a wooden model or online guide. It’s helpful to draw a line down the centre of your figures that runs through the nose, sternum, and pelvis. If your figure is twisted or bent, the line should be too. 

3) Doodle: Draw the silhouette of something you’re good at drawing. Then, draw the biggest circle that you can without going outside the lines of that silhouette. In the remaining space around the circle, draw the biggest circles that you can. Attempt to fill the entire space with circles. Each new circle creates room for several smaller ones, and eventually you will have spaces that are too small for new circles ( using a fineliner will reduce but not eliminate this problem). If you like, colour in the circles and spaces according to the coloration of the thing you drew the silhouette of. 

4) Creativity: Using an online guide, make a rough sketch of the proportions of a human face. Include lines for the nose, mouth, eyes, ears, and eyebrows. Then, instead of drawing a human face, try to draw one as alien as possible while still following the proportions you have sketched. Pay attention to shading and details such as eyelashes, lip-wrinkles, and facial blemishes. 

5) Hands: Go through a few magazines and cut out pictures of hands in as many different positions as possible to glue into your sketchbook. Using a pencil or erasable pen, trace over the key features of each hand. Pay close attention to the width of the hand, the length, and its connection to the wrist. Try to recreate these hands beside the pictures. Don’t focus on detail, instead, focus on making the position of the hand look as natural and fluid as possible.  

6) Perspective: with a pencil, draw a large square with a dot in the centre. Draw lines between the corners of the square, crossing over the dot in the centre. Attempt to draw the room you are sitting in by first drawing the largest objects, and later filling in details. Use the lines as guidelines for perspective: things closer to the dot will be further away, things closer to the edges of the square will be closest to you. An object that starts close and gets further away will seem like it is being ‘pulled’ into the centre by the dot, and will have lines of the same angles as those you have drawn. 

7) Animals: If you have a pet, try to sketch it as quickly as possible. Focus on forms and shapes, not on detail. When it moves, sketch its new position over top of the old one. If it moves to the right, sketch it again to the right. Allow your sketches to overlap. If you do not have a pet, this would be a great excuse to watch cute cat videos on youtube. 

8) Memory: It’s dangerous to rely on memory when drawing, especially if you haven’t trained your memory to recall forms and shapes before details. Generally, what we remember most about a scene is what we see as the most unusual. This is why some people are good at drawing eyes, but unable to draw the rest of the face. For this exercise, find a photograph you like in a magazine or newspaper, and give yourself 30 seconds to study it. Try to see shapes, not objects. Instead of seeing a cup, remember the shape of the cup and its position relevant to other objects. Then, try recreate the photograph from memory. This may take several tries, don’t be afraid to ‘cheat’ if you get stuck. 

9) Abstract: allow yourself to be filled with a specific emotion. Focus on that emotion, think about how it feels, the physical effect it has on your body. Try to draw that emotion coming out of you. It may be helpful to start by drawing a self-portrait of your facial expression while feeling the emotion, and letting yourself get carried away as you draw the components of your face that are most altered by that expression. Don’t try to preserve the first things you sketch, let them be covered and obscured as you add more details. 

10) Practice: It’s always good to practice drawing objects, I find it most helpful to draw from photographs. Dedicate a page in your book to drawing objects that you feel represent you, or are otherwise close to your heart/ identity. Like music? Try drawing piano keys. Like fashion? Draw a few of your outfits draped over the bed. Try to fill the page with these drawings, making use of every inch of space available. 

anonymous asked:

"I've always been bad" cut to the nerdiest poet ever to appear on tv

I made the weirdest giggle snort when I saw this in my inbox. 

Fun fact - there was one summer where I was stuck in a tiny, tiny town in Nebraska with very little to do. We’re talking the kind of town with one restaurant, one grocery store, and two bars- all located on Main St. I’d brought a VHS tape with me that had Fool for Love recorded on it and… well…

I had that entire episode fucking memorized by the time we went back home.

I seem to have two main types when it comes to characters - awkward heartfelt nerds and villians who want to redeem themselves. So learning that Spike was secretly a love struck dork who wrote really bad poetry was like ~a chorus of angels singing~ moment for me. 

I just want to take him and wrap him up in a blanket.

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One of my favorite parts about Spike were the moments where we saw flashbacks to his life before Sunnydale. Because when you put those pieces together, he repeatedly comes across as a man who is deeply insecure, constantly seeking the approval of others despite behaving as though he’s above that sort of thing. He was a human who only wanted to be loved and accepted despite knowing he didn’t fit in. As a vampire, he couldn’t stand Angelus and yet looked up to him like some twisted father figure who he wished would see him as an equal. He completely dedicated himself to Dru as if they were soulmates and yet that level of devotion was never fully reciprocated. And eventually, he reaches a point where that same desire to find somewhere to belong, somewhere to fit in, applies to Buffy and her gang. It’s an ill-fitting transition that hits of a lot of bumps in the road, but it’s there all the same.

I also appreciate him as a character because he makes the Buffyverse’s line between good and evil really blurry. With Angel, it’s a relatively simple dichotomy - he has a soul, he’s good. He doesn’t, he’s all-out 100% sadistic evil. But with Spike, he’s kind of caught somewhere in between. Even as a demon-driven vampire, he feels sympathy. He has the capacity for kindness. He tries to offer comfort. He holds the safety of the Summers sisters above his own survival. And at the exact same time, he’s still making morally questionable if not outright despicable choices because he’s still a soulless creature… I feel like the writers didn’t always strike the right balance between the two, which made it feel as though they weren’t exactly sure what to do with him. But the fact that that grey area existed in the first place is really interesting to me in a show that is all about good vs evil. 

I know you probably weren’t expecting a rant from a little joke ask like that but… well… here ya go. 

I suppose it’s a consequence of having not talked about a fandom you were intensely into for years… it all kinda spills out at once.

Hiraeth | Pt.10

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Words: 7,272.

Genre: Zombie apocalypse au, angst.

Summary: A world full of dwindling hope and lost loves and yet you and Jungkook are all the other needs to feel at home.

Warning: Contains mature content (such as coarse language and violent themes).

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anonymous asked:

Smut prompt: fuck buddies that realize they've fallen in love

Wanting

Also on AO3/FF.NET

*first time writing real smut in way over a year. Yikes.*

It was usually in his bed that they ended up. She has a roommate and that makes things more complicated. Today they barely make it into his apartment before his hands begin to strip her of her clothing. Her dress unzipped with little ceremony before his mouth leads a trail from her neck to between her breasts. She bites her bottom lip, feeding her fingers into his hair, knowing that this is only the beginning of the evenings events.

She’d never had a better lover. She was sure it was because with Killian, she was finally able to set herself free. There was no pressure: no feelings to muddy the waters or make her second guess each action she made. They weren’t trying to impress each other, merely using each other to scratch that intimate itch.

Her bra is left in the hallway, his hands cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples into hardness as she undoes the buttons of his shirt and spreads her palms over his chest. She loves his body: the dark hair that leads down his stomach, the curve of his biceps when he is fucking her, the feel of his ass cupped in her hands as he comes.

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From what I can tell, most people feel like FFXV is a game whose main characters are much stronger than its plot, which is… accurate, but still somewhat misses the mark.

See, as great as the main party is, I don’t think FFXV is driven primarily by its characters.  Taken as a whole, the element that stands out the most is the game’s theme – FFXV is, at its heart, a game about learning to serve and sacrifice for one’s people.

And this isn’t just an academic point.  An understanding of the game’s theme is effectively required to properly recognize the importance of Luna, to the point that it’s easy to think she’s wasted as a character when she’s second in thematic importance only to Noct himself.

See, here’s the thing about Luna.  She talks about Noct constantly, but it’s almost always in the context of her own duty to the world; when she does talk about him personally, it’s to show how thoroughly she’s denied herself of the things she wants for herself.  Honestly, even her personal feelings towards him must be tied up in her duty, because she almost certainly knew since the time they met as children that she would be required to lead him to his death.

And Luna’s own death, rather than being an avoidable tragedy mandated by the narrative to motivate Noct, is portrayed as both entirely inevitable and a model for Noct’s own fate.  Ardyn might have twisted the knife (both figuratively and literally), but Luna knew going in that the price of the covenant with Leviathan would be her life.

As such, Luna turns out to be neither someone Noct must save nor someone he must avenge (even if he desperately wants to do both).  She’s a mentor who teaches him his most important lesson by giving her own life to ensure that he’ll attain the ability to give his.

Noct, of course, has much more to lose, and so it takes him much longer to come to a point where he’s able to take up his burden and make the necessary sacrifice.  Nevertheless, making that sacrifice is what the game effectively revolves around.  Over the course of the game, Noct must learn to serve his people, and that service often requires sacrifice.  And, eventually, he must follow the path Luna and his father set out for him and give his life for the good of all.

And then there’s the ending itself, which is basically a meditation on the human cost of self-sacrifice in an interactive form; it demands that you reflect on Noct’s life and consider what it means to you before compelling him forward to his death. The final fight might not have been super challenging, the second half forces you to pay for the damage you do to Ardyn with Noct’s life-force, and the final QTE makes you complicit in Noct’s sacrifice.

The presentation really sells the cost, because it’s downright brutal – Noct faces his end with courage, but it’s still hard to watch him bear a blow from each of the Lucii before finally being pierced by his own father (who knew the cost all along, after all) and driving in the final sword himself. Seeing those swords force their way out of him for the final blow just makes it impossible to ignore the agony he’s forced to (you’ve forced him to) bear.

And, during the credits, you’re reminded of a much subtler cost when Noct has to admit to his friends that he’s going to die and can barely get the words out. He might have been strong in the moment, but saying goodbye is more painful than he can even express.

“This is the cost of the world’s salvation,” the game seems to say. It’s a passion play in video game form. And it’s kind of amazing.

It’s not really a common theme, I think, but in light of the ending, it feels devastatingly effective.  I just wish more people could see it for what it is.

Dean Ambrose - I’m Here.

Dean Ambrose - Prompt #16: “Give me a reason not to turn around and walk away now.”

- Warnings - Swearing, Angst, Fluff

Word Count - 1,477 words.

Requested by: @myfakelife121

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April 2nd had arrived and you had walked into the Camping World Stadium with a pep in your step eagerly anticipating the happiest day of your life. The day you’d been working for since you were 16; the very moment you can stand in the centre of that ring and hold that belt in the air knowing you are ultimately at the top of the mountain. The only thing that stood in your way… ‘The Queen’ and her unbroken pay-per-view streak. Simple you’d think; but she hadn’t maintained these wins for no reason- heck she’s a hard beat but all that it came down to was sole passion. Something you pride yourself on gaining over the long haul.

You were simply waiting nervously in the Gorilla area, the only form of comfort was your best friend, Dean Ambrose to confide in. Yeah… not like he was the best person for advice in the world. You two had been best friends for what seemed like a lifetime right from FCW to your current position today and it didn’t seem to be wavering; even if you’re on separate brands.

“C’mon kiddo, you’ll do fine. Just do what you do and you’ll come back with that title.” Dean was right in the middle of soothing you with the overall aim of stopping the nervous wreck you were evidently becoming at the present moment, when a company member practically took a hundred metre sprint towards you. The few words he muttered, well they instantly eradicated any remotely special feelings about the so-called ‘best day of your life’. “Creative team have changed their minds. Charlotte will retain tonight and you’re going to have to tap to the figure eight. Sorry.” Your mood almost visibly dropped. Guess there was nothing to fear at this point right? Maybe it was your intense stare, or the fist-clenched figure beside you but whatever it was… caused that runner to dart away before your words could even fight back.

“Y/N… I -” Dean tried to form a sentence to help the clear pain that was mentally inflicted on you; nothing would work though… nothing could. At least he tried but you just shook your head, hopping off the crate in a split second. A lone tear rolled down the side of your cheek, threatening to ruin the glam which was made special for the moment you would cherish for the rest of your life, however this was soon wiped as JoJo called your name and your entrance music hit. The time had finally come… the time to take a step into that newly meaningless ring…

15 minutes. Fifteen minutes was all it was but those mere few minutes were the longest you’d ever experienced… You had to let all you worked for just walk away, the long hours in the gym, the injuries, the heartwarming sensation felt when the crowds call your name… Was it really all worth it if this is how it ends. Those feelings didn’t leave you at any moment during the entirety of the match; weighing down on you every step you tried to take. Your mind just wasn’t in it solely focused on the outcome of this match which would not only devastate you, but what seemed to be the crowd as well.

We fought. I battled. But I couldn’t win.

The roars of the audience were muffled as a soul destroying big boot knocked you to your knees. And to your senses at that. You aimed to reverse, throwing punches left, right and centre- I mean the least you could do was put on a show. Then it happened; all in a split second. Blink and you would have missed it sort of thing. Charlotte threw your body backwards into a roll up pin, countering it at the last moment into her signature… it was time.

The bell rang, louder than normal it seemed but it was nothing compared to the mass of gasps and boos echoing the arena. The plain sight of Charlotte walking up the ramp, holding that belt high above her crown was enough to make you sick to your stomach. A lump almost immediately loomed in the back of your neck and a stream of tears threatened to spill out of your now blurry orbs.

You made you way back up the ramp, exiting through the curtain in an ever so slightly angered manner. Of course, your best friend was still there; eagerly waiting for you to just return and say everything would just be okay. It wasn’t though. It was easy to hide your emotions; to shield them behind a false attitude but in the face of others, that was borderline impossible. Warm tears began to flow in rapid streams, dropping to the floor as they rolled off your chin.

“Hey, hey stop” Dean began, rushing to your side to tug you closer towards his herculean build. Your sobs now became more rapid, soaking pools into his soft black t-shirt.

“I can’t do it anymore! All of this.” You whimpered, raking your fingers through your neatly curled hair. “I can’t seem to do anything right. Literally I’m on the verge of just leaving, they clearly don’t care for me. I’m put in meaningless matches week in and out and when I finally get my Wrestlemania moment they take it away from me. This isn’t even the first time; it happened before with my title shot against Nikki!”

Your temper grew, turning those tears of sadness into utter rage. “Look I know it seems like that but you know that’s not true. Don’t just give up all you worked for Y/N.” Dean reassured you, placing a tight grip on both of your shoulders. In a way he was right but being screwed over time and time again was never in the contract I signed up for.

“You know what? Give me a reason not to turn around and walk away now, because I can’t find one.” You faced away from him, smacking the palm of your hand against the crate that you not long before perched on, cherishing the moment that you would look back on in a lifetime to come. “Ugh.”

Unexpectedly a tight grasp tightened around your wrist, pulling you away from your fit of anger. You were suddenly really close to Dean’s chest, enough so that his scent filled your nostrils and close enough for you to see the discomfort in his eyes. “I love you.” 

Who knew three words could make such an impact on a person. Dean was clearly holding onto some form of hope; his eyes were puffy and from where you were standing, you could almost hear his heart rapidly beating in his chest. “Er- I didn’t mean to say that- aloud.” He stammered, tripping on his the majority of the words he was trying so hard to contain.

A whirlwind of emotions all seemed to crash into you at once. “Dean. Dean please.” You pleaded seeing his plain aggravation as his figure twisted away from your smaller one. “Did… did you really mean that?”

“Of course I did! Y/N we’ve known each other for so fucking long and I dunno, I guess it’s always been there, you know? You and Me. Look I know I just threw this onto you and damn I really wish I hadn’t but it’s out there now.” His falters just turned into rambles and he began to search for an explanation for his out of the ordinary actions. That and your reaction… “And I’m really fine if you don’t feel the same y-”

You had to give in to your emotions and just let whatever was next to happen happen. The sudden heat of the moment all felt so right, so you did it. You kissed Dean Ambrose. You lips both locked in a heated connection and at this point, you never wanted to let go. “I love you too Ambrose. I swear I do.” You found energy for the words, muttering between every breath for air. The kiss continued, becoming more and more intense by the second, I mean it wasn’t hard to deny you didn’t find him attractive before- like just look at him. You bit his lip, letting out a fraction of a giggle as his lips traced to your neck, nipping at your skin. before you broke away and playfully slapped his chest. “I swear Ambrose, I am not waking up with a hickey… Wouldn’t mind waking up with you though.” You gave a final wink, prancing back to your dressing room to get ready for this long-winded day to finally come to an end.

Some would say this day was a disaster waiting to happen, would’ve about a half an hour ago. That all came to an end however when one man made a day of misery transform to a day certainly to remember.

A/N - More Dean love for everyone! I actually really loved writing this slightly angsty but fluffy as hell fic! Hope you all enjoyed reading!xo ~ Nikkii

Also just like to add that I am aware Charlotte’s streak has been broken by Bayley! Just to avoid any confusion as the imagine is if this never happened :).

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It was either this or “Libera Me From Hell”. Yes, he’s blasting it over the comms and probably wayyyyy too loud for any speakers that might be on his person.

I drew a comic a long ways back with a similar premise, except the main idea of that one was more mundane. These days, him not being scared of anything (even if it’s a big fuckoff Dune worm or an Architect or whatever) is a given, so I figured a twist was in order.

iamdragoonthegreat  asked:

You can hear once you meet your soulmate (the first thing you hear is their voice) for Hannigram?

I had to do a lot of brain twisting to figure out how society would work with this kind of soulmate connection. I hope it makes sense!


The Sound of Your Voice

They only teach you how to say one word in school.

It’s the first thing you learn after basic signing, they show you how to shape your mouth around it and push the air out to make a noise you can’t hear.

Will practices every night, under his blanket with a mirror and a flashlight. He opens his mouth, breathes out, presses the tip of his tongue to the back of his teeth and releases.

It looks right, he thinks. And he wants so badly for it to be right.

When he shows his teacher, her eyes sparkle and she pats his head. (This is why it’s mandatory for all teachers to have a registered soulmate).

Very good, Will, she signs. Once more?

Will takes a deep breath.

“Hell-o.”

Mrs. Verger-Bloom smiles.

Once he’s mastered it, Will says hello to everyone he meets. He really hopes he finds his soulmate early. He doesn’t want to be deaf his whole life like his father. Not that he minds being deaf - having never heard anything, he can’t miss what he doesn’t have - but it’s the knowledge that his father never found that missing part of himself that pokes a little ache in Will’s heart.

His Dad deserves so much more.

So he says hello to everyone for the both of them, tugging on his father’s hand every time.

You don’t have to son, his father signs, it’s a little late for me.  

It’s never too late for love! Will replies with a gap-toothed smile.

His father says a prayer that his son never loses that sweet hopeful innocence, but he’s pretty sure no-one’s listening.


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Creepypasta #520: The Cinematographer

ADMIN NOTE: I LOVE THIS STORY. 

Length: Medium

The paranormal was something that the three of us felt we were beyond. We all liked to think of ourselves as educated, and when we got into arguments we felt near invincible. But when Martin insisted we fuck around with his fat older brother’s laptop full of occult pictures and docs (and when he promised to involve some of his best weed), the three of us decided to meet up in Jon’s basement, hallowed smoking ground.

After a couple bowls the three of us stared into the glow of the HP screen, clicking through folders labeled “Demons”, “Rituals-life”, “Rituals-strength”, “Hexes”, “Phasing”, “Lucid Dreaming”. Every folder was full of sketchy Polaroid pictures of pale figures with twisted triangular faces and fingers like twigs, long pieces of text containing foreign languages and symbols, and intricate diagrams for sigils and sacrifices. It was some mind-bending shit for stoned 17-year-olds. 

We found a project in a folder labeled “Summoning”; it contained tons of pictures and diagrams for calling things to this world- from hell, from other dimensions, from something that one image referred to as “the else”- and we picked one at random to mess around with and laugh through.

The diagram called for little prep. We needed only light some incense and say some incantations, all in some language that none of us had heard of. The entity that the diagram described lived in some place referred to as “over the wall” and tons of red text littered the picture. It all warned of dealing with the entity, of its numerous powers, and it included short accounts of the lives it had ruined (including a pretty sick one about a woman whose guts it had removed and played with, and a few more involving figures without eyes found wandering the scene of the summoning). The thing was a curious being, but impatient. it liked stalking us humans, watching, observing, before it grew more malicious, started taking us, experimenting on us, driving us to do things for it, seeing what made us squeal or cry or bleed.

We got everything set up and Jon volunteered to read off of the screen. Let me tell you, watching Jon fumble through that booga-booga language was the highlight of the night. We laughed through the whole thing, Jon tripping over words and destroying some through his own chuckles. Even when Martin put up hands to settle us down, the snickers would get through and flare back into laughs. I decided to pull out my camera then. It had become tradition to film these basement sessions, and it seemed Jon was going for an Academy Award.

We sort of gave up with the laptop after the camera came out; we were getting bored and Jon ran out of words to read. Eventually we all started passing the camera around and speaking into it directly, kind of doing the That 70s Show round table thing. We’d say something “intelligent”, “revelatory”, or “funny” and then pass the camera on. It was a way of documenting some indispensable hilarity to look back on the next day.

The night passed quick. I remember turning on the TV, and at some point Martin and I packed up the laptop and walked back to his house so Jon could pass out on his couch, but events leaked in and out of memory after the night in question.

The next morning I woke up to find my phone full of unread texts and missed calls, all from Jon. The gist of the messages was “get your ass over here,” and the voice delivering the voicemails wasn’t that of the easy stoner I was used to dealing with. He spoke in unconnected, short clips, a lopsided train of thought: “found it downstairs… for fun, you know… supposed to… just thought I’d… I found it, in the camera… to see… you need to see… supposed to be fun. Just over here, get over here please.” 

Jon sounded completely stern, almost lifeless, something that set a million little alarm bells off in my head. I went to find Martin, who had also gotten a phone-full of messages, and we returned to Jon’s house.

We found him upstairs in the TV room. He’d hooked up my camera left over from last night and was watching the new stuff we’d recorded, pausing and fast-forwarding, stopping every now and then to watch. Martin and I crept into the room and took places quietly on the couch. We didn’t want to interrupt.

The footage played on about as I’d remembered it happening, and I watched as the Jon onscreen recited the incantations. Coming from his mouth they sounded entirely made up, yet rhythmic, like poems from some other country. In the video, we’d been cracking up, and the sound of chocked laughs and giggles bounced around the room, but watching it again made me feel weird, like I was seeing and hearing something I shouldn’t be, almost like snuff. I looked at Martin and then to Jon. Jon’s stone face, Martin’s mouth, slightly agape, and the feeling that I was watching something forbidden made me feel like it had been a mistake to record last night.

I finally asked Jon what was up, why he called us, why he seemed so somber, and he gave a cold answer, a knowing answer: “Keep watching”. So we did.

The night on the tape played out, filing in memory gaps here and there as it played. It ran to the point where we started talking into the camera and passing it around. Jon looked as though he’d snap on either of us at any moment, so I didn’t dare ask what we were looking for. Finally, in the video, I passed off the camera and Jon hit pause.

“See? See? Well?” Jon alternated a stare, almost accusingly, between where Martin and I were watching and the TV screen itself. 

I glanced at Martin and he shook his head. On the screen we were all sitting together on Jon’s couch throwing up rock-n-roll devil horns with our hands, stoned out of our minds. I stared at the image for a few fruitless seconds, but then it hit me like a train. I saw what Jon called us over to see, and it made me feel nauseous. Jon said it before I could. 

“Who the fuck is holding the camera?”

Credits to: Jared Quaglieri

bellamylover100  asked:

For the kiss prompt if you're still doing those!! I'm so excited to send you one, bc I love your writing, and you are brilliant with these little creative ventures! Umm dramione + distracting kiss? Maybe a surprise to one or both of them? I love the one you wrote about Draco ranting and the one of Hermione under the table. No need to limit to five lines ;)! Haha so if you have the time this would be awesome. Thanks! <333

“Stop it,” Hermione hissed. “You’re supposed to be blending in, Malfoy - ”

“Blending in?” Draco scoffed. “With these tasteless sycophants?”

“God, I knew it was a mistake to bring you to this,” Hermione muttered under her breath, sparing him a ruthless sidelong glare. “I don’t care what Harry says - you may not be on their side, but you’re still an arsing-”

“Ah, Miss Granger,” one of the Wizengamot members interrupted warmly. “So glad you could come.”

“Oh, wouldn’t miss it, Mr Hawkworth,” Hermione replied brightly, her voice unnaturally high as she tore her focus away from her infuriating partner. “Do you know my associate, Draco Malfoy?”

The politician’s face promptly contorted as Draco nodded politely in greeting, knowing better than to reach out a hand. “The Death Eater?”

“Er, no,” Hermione said quickly. “I mean, that was - it was just - ”

Former Death Eater,” Draco cut in smoothly. “Reformed.”

“Reformed,” Hawkworth echoed dubiously, arching a brow. “Didn’t your father say something rather similar at his trial?”

Hermione’s innards twisted. Rats, she thought, figuring they’d never get the Wizangamot’s ear now.

“Ah, but there’s a difference,” Draco assured him, and Hermione glanced at him with surprise. “Aside from the fact that I’m much more handsome,” he joked, “I also have a much more compelling reason to stay true to the Order’s cause. In fact, I believe you know her,” he added, suddenly reaching down to forcefully tangle his fingers with Hermione’s. “She’s quite the motivation for improvement, don’t you think?”

Hawkworth’s eyes widened in surprise as Hermione barely managed to hide her displeasure. “Why, Miss Granger,” he remarked, “do you mean to tell me that you two are somehow - ”

“In love?” Draco drawled. “Yes. Deeply.”

Hermione fought to turn a scoff into something more palatable. “Yes,” she wearily agreed, “we’re, um - ”

She was cut off as Draco suddenly yanked her towards him, tucking his hand beneath her hair to take hold of the back of her neck and then drawing her in for a kiss. She went rigid, equal parts disgusted and horrified, before his grip on her gradually loosened, his thumb finding the edge of her cheek and stroking it once, gently. She relaxed, kissing him back, and then the contact suddenly grew heated; she felt her breath quicken, his lips coaxing and full against hers.

It lasted too long; not long enough, she thought hazily, feeling a hiccup of displeasure as Draco pulled away.

“Sorry,” he whispered, and then blinked, remembering they had an audience. “Sorry,” he repeated, louder this time as he turned back to Hawkworth. “I tend to get carried away.”

Hawkworth, to Hermione’s surprise, smiled. “Yes, well, you’re clearly both smitten,” he said. “Thank heavens for love in times like these, hm?”

Hermione swallowed, her throat suddenly quite dry.

“Yes,” she vacantly agreed, furiously avoiding eye contact with Draco. “Thank heavens for times like these.”

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