unpredictable temperment

Getting Somewhere

Originally posted by avengers-of-mirkwood

Summary: You and Sigrid have a very in-depth conversation about your past with Thranduil and the King tries to apologize in his own little way.

Pairings: Thranduil x Reader

Words: 2,063

Warnings: Mentions of Loss of Family Members; Slight Mentions of Hatred from Parents.

A/N: I’ve been hella tired lately so I haven’t been doing anything. No writing no nothing. I think that’s how the weekend is going to go too. Sorry guys. Also this was hard to write. I wanted like a lot of angst, but I couldn’t find a way to fix it so I kinda f’ed up lol

Master List  Part 1


It takes you about three days to reach Dale. You had not spoken to Sigrid and you felt bad. You didn’t want her to feel like everything was her fault.

You both get off of your horse as you reach the entrance. You hand your horse over to a stable boy after gathering your things.

“Sigrid-,” you start, slinging your pack over your shoulder. She shakes her head, stopping you from continuing.

“I understand, y/n. You had a lot on your mind, it’s fine,” she says and you smile at the human before you.

 You had lived a very LONG life and she is by far your favorite human.

During the Battle of the Five Armies, you had saved them from a bunch of orcs chasing after them. When you had seen the fear in her eyes, it struck a chord with you and from then on you vowed to protect her and her siblings, something you couldn’t do for your own.

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Aphrodisiac - (Negan x Female)

@This is the first fic I have ever written.Feedback is SUPER welcome. If people enjoy this, I’ll write a part 2. 

I chose the Valentine’s Day prompt from flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash’s 2k Writing Challenge. I did pick the prompt as @asshatry but I’m posting it here on my new side blog. 

I want to give a BIG THANK YOU to @my-achilles–heel for not only editing this, but for making me feel so welcome in the thirst squad. <3 You’re the best.

Warnings: Fluff and a little bit NSFW 

Synopsis: Negan wants to make her his next wife. She’s always turned him down, but now it’s Valentine’s Day and that man can be persistent…. 

I woke up that morning already in a bad mood. Maybe I had slept funny or was tossing and turning again. I wasn’t really sure. I kicked my legs over the edge of the bed and stretched, hoping the movement of my muscles would cause an overall feeling of relaxation. It did, but the feeling subsided way too quickly and I cursed softly under my breath. It was going to be a long day.

Then I remembered what day it was.

Valentine’s Day.

The dreaded, lovey-dovey holiday for all the romantic couples looking to rub it in everyone’s faces that their love is pure and strong. Bleh.

Somehow there was a silver lining to the dead coming back to life because the heart shaped candies and roses were a thing of the past. Now, holidays were a little more toned down, and I kind of preferred that.

I had been living at The Sanctuary for only a few weeks and before that, I hadn’t even known what day it was. Little things like that didn’t matter when it came to survival. But here, in this world…in his world, I could embrace those little things again. The date. The time. Being safe was a luxury that allowed attention to detail.

But there was a reason I was dreading today, and his name was Negan.

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An Early Ride

Originally posted by elvenforestworld

Character: Prince Adam

Prompt: (None)

“Your highness, please!” Cogsworth cried as he attempted to keep up with the Prince who was dashing down the corridors. “I’m sure she’s here somewhere but please slow down!” The old man wheezed as he stopped chasing, hands heavily leaning on his knees as he tried to catch his breath.

“There is no time for that! She could be anywhere!” Prince Adam called to him as he opened every door in the corridor, gazing inside for the sigh of you until he slammed it shut with frustration when realizing you weren’t there.

“Ah! Mes amis!” Lumiere said in his joyous voice as he saunted up to the two of them. “What are we doing?” He whispered as he leaned into another empty guest suite with the prince.

Adam whirled around, grabbing his friend by the shoulders. “You haven’t seen (Y/n) anywhere have you?” He asked desperately.

Lumiere’s brows knitted together as he tried to recall the last time he had seen you. “I’m afraid I cannot recall anytime recently,” He said watching the face of his prince fall, and Lumiere began to worry. “Is she alright? Why are we looking for her?”

Cogsworth managed to pull himself together, dabbing at his wrinkled forehead with a white handkerchief. “His highness cannot find Lady (Y/n) and is beginning to worry.”

Lumiere grinned. “Ah, lovesick for your amor?” He asked with a mischievous laugh. “Fear not! We shall find her together!”

After another hour passed, Prince Adam was beginning to lose his patience and all of his worrying sent his nerves into overdrive. He jumped at every small sound, whirling to see if you had returned, but the worst of it all was the paranoia beginning to cloud his judgement.

What if you had finally gotten tired of his unpredictable temper or maybe you wanted your normal life back?

What if he turned back into a beast because you stopped loving him?

Mrs. Potts’ gentle hand on his shoulder nearly made him shoot five feet into the hair, but seeing the kind expression in the woman’s face made him feel calm.

“I can see your worried, dear,” She said, brushing off his shoulders and giving him her warmest smile. “She’ll turn up eventually, I know it.”

It was nearly dark, and Prince Adam was at an all time high.

He’d pace around his office for several minutes at a time before falling into the tall armchair, he sat there for a second or two before springing back up and returning to his pacing.

“I’ll go make him some tea,” Mrs. Potts said as she looked sadly through the small crack in the door.

Lumiere watched on as well, his expression more solemn. “You don’t really think she left, do you?”

Mrs. Potts turned to face him, a stern expression on her face. “Now you just rattle that thought out of that head right this instant,” She said firmly, placing her hand on her hips. “(Y/n) is a responsible girl, and she loves the prince very dearly, she’ll turn up.”

Yet another dragged past, the tea left on his desk had long grown cold, and Adam’s eyes were glued to the office windows, keeping an eye out for you.

“YOUR HIGHNESS!” Came the hoarse voice of Cogsworth as he burst through the office doors. “Wonderful news!-” His announcement came to a halt as he paused to cough into his handkerchief.

“What is it?” Prince Adam said patiently as he helped the old man into a chair.

“Lady (Y/n) has been spotted at the gates, she’s in the stables now.”

A large smile broke out on Adam’s face as he patted Cogsworth shoulders. “Thank you!” He said quickly before sprinting away.

Prince Adam made it down to the front doors before he saw you being greeted by the other household members. Mrs. Potts was kissing your cheeks as she cried out about how much everyone was worried for you, Chip was tugging on the ends of your riding cloak as he chattered excitedly at you.

“I’m so sorry,” He heard you speak Mrs. Potts as you tried to calm you. “It was never my intention to be gone so long.”

“(Y/n), darling!” Adam called out as he made his way down the marble stairs. “Where have you been? Everyone was so worrie,” He said as calmly as he could as he wrapped his arms around you. “You’re freezing.”

“Oh never mind about that,” You said with a small laugh as you pushed his hands away from you. “I promise I’m fine, I just wanted to stop into the town earlier this morning to get you all something.” You told him, taking small trinkets from a brown bag that was slung across your shoulder.

Mrs. Potts gasped as you handed her a new blue and white porcelain teapot. “Oh my goodness!” She said as she observed the intricate floral pattern.

You gave Chip a small wooden box filled with chess peices, which he showed his mother with great vigor. “Look what (Y/n) got me!” He said as he held up the Queen.

“What do you say, Chip?” She asked as she ran her hand through his hair.

“Thank you, Miss (Y/n)!” He chirped before running off into the castle.

Mrs. Potts gave you one last kiss, exclaiming her gratitude and how she would find you an even better gift.

“What’s the occasion, dear?” Prince Adam as he wrapped his arms around you again, still worried about your low temperature.

You shrugged your shoulders and gave him a guilty smile. “Well it’s nearly Christmas time, and I wanted to give everyone special gifts early.”

Prince Adam lifted your hands to his lips as he kissed them tenderly. “I was very worried about you,” He whispered softly as looked into your eyes. “You just disappeared without a trace.”

You looked at him guiltily. “I am sorry I didn’t tell you, but I wanted it to be a surprise and I had the feeling if I would have said something you would have refused to let me go alone.”

He could only chuckle at how well you knew him, and he nuzzled himself closer to you. “I was merely only worried you wouldn’t return, but a part of me always knew you would come back.”

You smiled and gave him a small peck on the lips before removing yourself from his grasp. “I still have your gift,” You said brightly as you carefully took out a bundle of wrapping paper and set it in his hands. “I had to be especially careful with that one.”

Prince Adam looked down at it with a small smile as he pulled back the paper, opening it to reveal a large and ornate snow globe of a carousel scene.

“I tried to find the prettiest one I could,” You said as the two of you looks down at it. “I know you probably have lots far more grand but I still thought you would like it.”

“I love it,” Adam said happily as he placed a lingering kiss on your temple. “It’ll sit front and center on my desk.” He said proudly.

You took it back from him to he didn’t have to worry about carrying it, wrapping it up again and going on a small tangent about how lovely town was and all the people you saw.

Prince Adam merely looked at you with a fond smile and he mentally wrote down all of your expressions, simply being happy that you had returned to the castle safely.

“And then what happened?” He asked curiously as he linked his arm with yours and began to walk you up the stairs, planning to spend the next several hours just being in your presence.

evermore (beauty and the beast au) | chapter one

A beggarly woman casts a spell on the notoriously arrogant prince Ben Solo in order to teach him a lesson. Furious at his scarred appearance, he gives into the murderous rage that had been brewing under the surface. Turning to the dark side, he destroys any memory of his past life.

After Belle’s father goes missing, she takes it upon herself to track him down. There, she stumbles upon an old, derelict manor and the tale as old as time begins to unravel.

Pairing: Kylo Ren x OFC (Belle) - Although, this one is pretty much setting up the backstory. But, there is sassy Hux!

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Some violence.

A/N: I haven’t written fic in a long time and I know this is terrible, so please be nice! I also haven’t beta’d this so if there are errors, I’ll fix it in the morning.

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Mars Signs; Positives and Negatives

Aries Mars Positives: You have a passion like no other. Your desire to be and to have is like a fire that just cannot be put out. You light up when you talk about the things you aim to achieve. You are undeniably playful and your competitive nature can often come across as charming and sassy. 

Aries Mars Negatives: A word that often comes up to describe you is impulsive, You often find you self doing things that were unplanned and arguably reckless. You regularly forget to think about the consequences before doing things, You are also described as restless and can become this easily. 

Taurus Mars Positives: You are controlled and calm in most things you do and you are focused and reliable when it comes to work, deadlines and things you have promised to do. You are passionate and hard working which is very attractive to others. 

Taurus Mars Negatives: Although conventional is exactly a negative, your conventional and traditionalist behaviours often leaves you un-open to change and results in you being seemingly stubborn and closed minded. Change and development in the things around you easily throws you off balance. 

Gemini Mars Positives: You have an incredible energy about you which is enchanting and easily rubs off those around you. It makes you appear so upbeat and friendly to those you meet and gives you an overall welcoming presence. You are also very creative in multiple ways. 

Gemini Mars Negatives: You lack focus when it comes to things you have aimed and planned to do which results in you letting others and yourself down at times. You can also be weak-willed when it comes to others and you don’t fight your corner and will give up quickly, too. 

Cancer Mars Positives: You are very loyal and reliable. You are a great friend and family member to have as a confidant as you make the person who is open up feel safe and understood. You are incredibly open minded and you are never quick to judge either. 

Cancer Mars Negatives: You can often be passive aggressive which comes off as unstable and manipulative. You are not very good at saying exactly what you mean or telling someone what is actually bothering you. You can also come across as moody and ungrateful because of this. 

Leo Mars Positives: You are such a strong person; strong willed, strong minded and mentally strong to. It takes a lot to cut you down and this often helps you reach your goals much quicker. You have a very charming quality about you which makes you seem a good candidate for friendships. 

Leo Mars Negatives: You can be impatient at times and this make you appear irritating and persistent. This often leads you to jumping the gun or rushing into things, leading to unfavourable outcomes. Although you are passionate this can come across as overbearing and dominating to others. 

Virgo Mars Positives: You are such a determined person which rubs off on others, means you are hard working and is also extremely attractive. You also show good practical skills regularly and this often leads to great success in your life because you never give up either. 

Virgo Mars Negatives: You aren’t that strong when it comes to standing up for yourself and talking yourself up either/ This leads to you seeming un- confident and being overshadowed by others, You are also very insecure at times with is quite an off putting quality to potential partners and friends. 

Libra Mars Positives: You are the definition of a social person. You make people laugh and are overall the life of the party in all sense of the word. You are an extremely affectionate, whether it is kind words or keeping important memorabilia for a rainy day. 

Libra Mars Negatives: Your main downfall tends to be how indecisive you can be. You have a tough time choosing one thing over another and when someone says “no it’s your choice” you will go back and forth until they are the one who decides. You can also be tempted easily by things you shouldn’t do. 

Scorpio Mars Positives: You have such a powerful presence, every time you walk into a room you are noticed, it hard for you to go under the radar at times. your determination is very admirable to others and you are an incredibly faithful person as lying is not really your thing. 

Scorpio Mars Negatives: You might be known for having an unpredictable temper, some days one thing will not affect you even slightly, you will just  shake it off. But another day that same one thing will send raging all over the place. This often will be your downfall when it comes to love. 

Sagittarius Mars Positives: You have a fantastic sense of adventure about you. You are not afraid to do the unknown or to face your fears, Your catch phrase is “why not” and you just love to have fun. You are also an incredibly persuasive person which works in your favour. 

Sagittarius Mars Negatives: You can come over as intense to people. You have almost a brooding quality about you which can be a little intimidating to others, You aren’t the best an committing to things either. You are also known for your impatience which can be your downfall more than regularly. 

Capricorn Mars Positives: You are an overall calm and relaxed presence. You also have a great sense of control over yourself, the things you do and the things that are going on around you. Your chill vibe makes you seem very friendly and a good companion. 

Capricorn Mars Negatives: You can be a little bit too much experimental which leads you into some risky behaviour. I don’t be actual danger, but more like “i wonder how long I can stay up tonight” and you decide to do that the night before an exam. You are also a little materialistic at times, too. 

Aquarius Mars Positives: You are an independent person, which means you do not have to rely on always having a companion with you and you can handle doing things on your own from a younger age than most people. You are an energetic person and you are very ambitious too. 

Aquarius Mars Negatives: You, like Libra Mars, can be very indecisive and are happy to argue yourself out of making decisions. You however, struggle much more with hard and life changing decisions. you are not that open to change either which definitely is not a trait in  your favour. 

Pisces Mars Positives: You are a very gentle person, which means you strive when you are with children or vulnerable people which makes you appear to be very caring and nurturing. You are very creative in most ways, you might have talents in art or music  but are also creative in difficult situations. 

Pisces Mars Negatives: You can sometimes be described as a loose cannon and will be regularly unpredictable. This leads people to worrying about whether you are going to take something how they think you will. You are also sometimes a push over and let others take advantage of you. 

Don’t Tell Peter

     It wasn’t unnatural for a new Lost Boy to shy away from the rest of the boys upon first arriving to the island. In fact, it was expected. It was a new setting, a new group; they were bound to be a bit uneasy. For most of the boys though, this timid behavior wore off after some time; usually a week or so when they learned that all the boys were on Neverland for the same reason. There was an exception to this routine, and his name was Eli.

     Eli had been on the island for almost three months now. Even with all the time he’d had to warm up to the change, he was still as quiet and as detached as he was the day he landed on the beach of Neverland.

     Most all of the Lost Boys and I had tried on multiple occasions to coax the boy out of his shell, but all we were met with was nods and quick, mumbled responses. Hell, Peter Pan himself had tried to speak to the boy every now and again. He thought it odd that a boy Eli’s age didn’t enjoy roughhousing with all the other boys. After a while, Pan grew frustrated with the anti-social boy; he quit trying so hard.

     The pounding in my head grew harsher as the Lost Boys’ shouts grew louder. They continued to dance and shout carelessly around the bright burning fire, much to my dismay. Apparently, unbeknownst to me, we were celebrating because even our leader had joined in on the party and was currently dancing alongside his Lost Boys. Usually I would have joined also, but today was not one of those days. I sighed and reached up to massage my aching temples.

     Amongst my current agony, I saw Pan slowly come to a halt in front of me, his brows furrowed. “Why aren’t you celebrating with us?”

     I glanced up at him tiredly. “What are we even celebrating?”

     “Anything we want.” He informed, smiling wolfishly at me.

     “No, thank you.” I grumbled, resting my head back onto my raised knees.

     “Well, if you’re going to be so pissy,” he spat bitterly. “Why don’t you go join Eli over there? You’re almost just as boring as he is right now.”

     I shot him a disapproving glare, not liking the way he was speaking about the boy. Nonetheless, I glanced behind me to find Eli sitting against a tree beside his hut. He was watching the other boys, and if I hadn’t known any better, I would have said he looked longingly at their celebration.

     “Maybe I will.” I quipped, turning back around to face Pan, but he had already re-joined the other boys. I huffed.

     Stealing one last glance at the lonesome boy, I stood from the log and made my way over. Eli’s gaze quickly averted from the fire and to the ground when he saw me approaching. I offered a small smile before sitting on the ground beside him.

     “I take it you don’t like parties very much, huh?” I tried, elbowing his arm lightly.

     His eyes found mine for a fraction of a second before returning to the ground. He shrugged.

     “What did you like doing before coming here?” I continued to pry for any other response from the boy that wasn’t a nod or a halfhearted shrug.

     “I-I liked to draw sometimes.” he responded quietly, but his voice didn’t sound shy as I expected it to. Instead, it sounded almost hesitant. His face scrunched slightly at his own response, as if regretting it.

     “That’s awesome.” I smiled encouragingly. “Any good?”

     Again, he shrugged.

“We don’t bite, Eli.” I groaned in frustration. “Why don’t you ever talk to us? I know you wanted to join the boys over there.”

     Eli’s wide eyes looked up at me. I was surprised when he held the eye contact.

     “Are you scared? Is it Pan? I know he can be an ass, but he’s-he’s alright.”

     He didn’t respond to my accusation, not even a shake of his head to assure me that that wasn’t the case. He continued to stare into my eyes, swallowing thickly. There was conflict in his wide eyes.

     “Are you scared?” I asked again, my voice softer this time.

     He drew in a few shaky breaths. “I’m not like the other boys.” Eli whispered, and his eyes began brimming with tears.

     I tried to decipher the look of desperation on his face. It looked as if he was pleading with me to figure out the answer myself. This made me almost feel bad for asking him to explain.

     “W-What do you mean?”

     His lips quivered, and a tear fell down his cheek. He quickly wiped it away with the back of his hand.

     “Don’t make me say it, please.” The tears continued to stream down his now red cheeks. “I-I don’t want to say it.”

     I suddenly came to a possible conclusion, and my mouth fell open slightly in realization. I glanced behind me to make sure all the boys were still around the fire and out of earshot.

     “Eli, are you gay?” I asked softly.

     He nodded, shoving his head into his crossed arms that laid on his raised knees. My chest tightened at the sight of the terrified boy in front of me. I placed a hand on his back.

     “It’s okay; that’s okay.” I assured him. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

     His fingers dug into his arms as his body shook with sobs.

     “What are you so afraid of?”

     I gave him a moment to collect himself. After a few minutes, he raised his head again and wiped his tear stained cheeks. He drew in a few deep breaths before finally responding.

     “The other boys at my high school–” he shook his head. “–they didn’t like me. I wasn’t like them; they didn’t like me.”

     I nodded in understanding, ceasing his repetitive cries.

     “The Lost Boys aren’t going to-”

     “Don’t tell them!” he quickly rushed out in horror. “Don’t tell the other boys. Don’t-Don’t tell Peter.”

     “But they’re not going to treat you any different. They know what it’s like to feel unwanted for being who they are.”

     “I know, I-I know.” he choked out. “Just please, Y/N, don’t tell them.”

     The hand I had on his back began rubbing small circles onto it. I sighed softly at his fear of the other boys.

      “I won’t.” I assured him quietly, scooting closer to him to wrap my arms around him. He clung to me and released a shaky breath of relief.

     As the celebration continued on behind me, I kept Eli in my arms for as long as he deemed necessary, and I wondered when the last time it was that someone had been so accepting of him. My heart broke at the thought. I rested my head atop of Eli’s mop of dark hair, not missing the odd look I was receiving from Pan across the camp.

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     Life on Neverland continued on as usual from then on, except now I had gained a new friend. The Lost Boy’s were beyond shocked when Eli came out of his tent the next morning and took the seat beside me. They appeared even more bewildered when he sparked up a conversation with me.

     I kept my promise to Eli, of course, and didn’t utter a word of our conversation that night to any of the other boys; not even Pan, who I could tell was dying to hear of whatever I had discovered that night. This was actually increasingly entertaining. The longer I kept Eli’s secret, the more agitated Pan grew because if there was one person who loathed being oblivious, it was the leader of Neverland.

     Somehow, I managed to get Eli to start talking to the other boys. Though he only really hung around them when I was with him, it was a start. In the beginning, he was tense and still only offered vague replies, but he began asking the boys questions of his own and putting in just as much effort to get to know them as they were doing for him.

     “I’ve barely spoken a word to him, yet he still looks at me like I’m some savage beast that’s going to maul him.” Pan, who had once again pulled me aside from the others in attempt to get answers from me, growled. “Starts talking to all the boys, but he avoids me like the bloody plague.” Peter’s scowl only grew darker when I shrugged my shoulders.

     Truthfully, I had no idea why Eli still steered clear of Peter when all the Lost Boys had been seemingly growing on him. I could have denied the head boy’s accusations had it not been for the fact that I myself had seen Eli grow stiff as a board when approached by him. I could only assume it was due to Pan’s brooding nature and unpredictable temper.

     “Maybe you should ease up a little.” I suggested, rubbing at the back of my neck. “You’ve always got that murderous look on your face and your evil eyebrow.” Said evil eyebrow quirked up at my confession.

     “He’s a Lost Boy,” Peter snapped darkly. “He’s not supposed to be afraid of anything.”

     I tried my best to push away the overwhelming desire to roll my eyes. “Newsflash, all of the Lost Boys are afraid of you. They’re still just boys, Pan.”

     “All of the Lost Boys don’t ignore me!” he bellowed.

     “Maybe you should sort this out with Eli then. This is starting to sound more like a personal problem to me.” I turned on my heel and stomped away from the fuming boy.

     The Lost Boys tried to discreetly return to their previous activities, but it was clear that they had all paused what they were doing in attempt to learn what the commotion was about. Their curious eyes followed me on my walk back over to my seat beside Eli. Without word, I picked up my discarded dagger from the dirt floor and continued sharpening my arrow.

     Eli stared at me in question, but I shook my head dismissively.

     “Peter’s pissed at you, Y/N.” He hissed lowly into my ear, nodding his head toward the leader who was now emerging from behind the tall tree with his jaw locked and a scowl on his youthful face.  “Look at him.”

     I then saw the opportunity that was just laid out and quickly took it. “Are you scared of Pan or something?” The question came out timidly as I was now very aware that Peter was watching us closely from his log. My attempt to ignore his scrutinizing gaze failed, and Eli followed my attention to the brooding green eyes.

     Eli’s face flushed red when he caught his gaze. “Of course not.” He mumbled, wasting no time averting his attention back to his own arrow.

     Maybe he is scared of Pan; it’d make sense considering he avoids talking to him altogether. Hell, he can’t even look him in the eye.

     Oh.

     I stole another glance at Eli’s red cheeks.

     Oh my God.

     My eyes widened before I could tell myself to stop. Eli’s eyes also widened at my expression. He began shaking his head desperately, as if already knowing the realization I’d come to. Gripping my arm, he pulled me close to whisper pleadingly into my ear.

     “Don’t tell him. Please, don’t tell Peter.”

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     Knowing what Y/N knew now, she would have said the explanation to Eli’s avoiding Peter was obvious, but, of course, she still seemed to be the only one to think so. Before her realization, the idea was so preposterous that it went completely over her head. It was so painfully clear now though.

     Eli fancied Peter Pan.

     Had it been any of the other Lost Boys, maybe she would have caught on sooner, but a boy like Eli showing interest in a guy like Peter was something she was still having trouble wrapping her head around. Peter was so intense and outspoken. Eli was more of a passive person; he simply held himself much differently than Pan. Y/N didn’t deem the phrase ‘opposites attract’ quite plausible until now.

     Y/N understood that right now his crush was based solely on the parts of Pan he allowed other people to see, and she couldn’t help but want to encourage Eli to see if it was more than that. Liking someone like Pan skin deep was one thing; still liking someone like Pan once you’ve gotten past the layers of armour he kept around himself was an entirely different story.

    They all stood in a sloppy line as Peter and Felix chose their teams the hunting trip. They did this every so often, split into two groups and simply hunted for the day. It was a favorite for some of the boys while others preferred actual games.

    Y/N’s attention reverted back to the two team leaders as Felix had chosen two more boys. Peter’s eyes skimmed the row of Lost Boys, a mischievous glint in them as they landed on her, or rather the shrinking boy beside her.

    “Eli and Y/N,” he called, beckoning them to join him and the small swarm of boys surrounding him. “With me.”

    Eli huffed before trudging along behind her to stand beside Peter.

    As they walked through the humid forest, Peter demanded silence for no particular reason. Y/N’d say he did it just because he could, but he’d of course disagree. She shot Eli a wide eyed look of annoyance, and he nodded with a roll of his eyes. Turning her head, she saw Peter’s eyes shooting daggers at them, most likely picking up on their silent conversation.

    “What’s with this silent game?” She sped closer to walk in front of the leader who was a few yards ahead of his team. Eli’s pace quickened to follow her, leaving the other boys behind. “There are no animals out her for mi-”

    “Shh,” He hissed, looking out into the trees. “Get back!”

    Y/N’s brows rose at his interruption. “Seriously, what is your-”

    “I said shut up and move!” His furious order caused her eyes to widen a bit, as did his. His now wide eyes were set behind her, and his hands slowly raised in front of him cautiously. “I take that back. Don’t you dare move a muscle. So help me God, you’re dead once we get back to camp.”

    She noted that all the boys had stopped dead in their tracks. Their youthful faces were frozen in shock. Y/N’s eyes found Eli’s, and he stared back at her fearfully.

    “W-What is it?” She asked anyone who would snap out of their terrified states to answer her.

    “Don’t freak out,” Eli began shakily, his voice almost in a whisper. “But there’s a bear giving you bedroom eyes.”

    Her stomach dropped at his words, and she slowly craned her head back to find that there was indeed a bear just a few feet away from her, slowly inching forward. Y/N carefully attempted to step back.

    “Don’t move, you idiot!” Peter growled, but it was no use as her foot landed on a jagged tree root that almost sent her tumbling to the dirt ground. Luckily, she regained balance before she did, but the slip was enough to send the bear hauling into motion.

  At once, she saw Eli draw an arrow from his quiver and lift his bow, and Peter’s hand frantically aim toward the bear. Before she could think to begin running, Eli’s arrow flew out at the same time a ball of green light shot from Peter’s hand. Eli’s arrow successfully landed in the bear’s chest.

    As Peter’s target fell to the ground, the blast of magic instead hit the large tree behind the bear. It began cracking at the force, and the roots shook in the ground as the tree began falling. She couldn’t understand why Peter’s eyes had suddenly filled with such panic until she turned to see what they were fixated on. Eli was stood directly under the quickly collapsing tree.

    Peter shot out, his large hands landing on Eli’s hunched shoulders, and he threw himself forward. The two boys collapsed on the dirt, their feet just barely missing the now fallen tree.

    The Lost Boys stared in shock at the two boys lying on the ground. Peter’s head stayed ducked beside Eli’s while he attempted to catch his breath. His arms began to quiver slightly as he held himself above the dumbfounded boy. Slowly, he lifted his head and looked down at Eli.

    “Did you hit your head?” Peter breathed, but Eli was far too startled to give a proper answer. Blood rushed to his cheeks, effectively turning his face a deep crimson.

    “Eli,” The leader urged when he didn’t get an answer.

    Eli’s mouth opened and closed again. “I- I don’t..” His suddenly small voice trailed off.

    Peter pushed himself onto his knees, oblivious to how nervous he was already making the Lost Boy.

    “I said,” He grabbed Eli’s jaw and pushed his head to the side to examine the back of it. His fingers tangled into Eli’s hair as he felt for blood. “Did you hit your head?”

    Peter released the boy’s jaw and grabbed his collar, yanking him up to face him. “Answer me.” He demanded, though he’d already concluded the boy was fine. He only wanted Eli to actually speak to him for once in the many months he’d been on this island.

    “N-No,” Eli choked out.

    Peter’s eyes searched the boy’s face in frustration, attempting to piece together why he acted the way he did. As he did, Peter couldn’t quite exactly pinpoint what it was he saw in the boy’s eyes that made his fingers ever so slightly loosen their hold on his collar. Whatever it may have been, it perplexed him.

    The rage conjured up by his months of frustration that brimmed in his green eyes should have been enough to send Eli into a frenzy trying to escape his hold, but it instead drew him in closer to the mystery that was Peter.

    It was this curiosity, it was this fondness that left the leader dumbfounded. It was Eli’s flushed cheeks, his uneven breaths that caused the spark of realization to click in Peter’s mind, and perhaps it too was the reason that the same fondness began to mimic itself in Peter’s eyes also.

    But the look of realization that now dawned on Peter’s face was all too obvious, as he’d never been best at disguising his thoughts. Eli’s eyes widened upon noticing the other boy’s discovery. His lip twitched slightly, but he told himself– he begged himself not to cry in front of Peter.

    “I-I’m sorry,” he whispered, his already red cheeks growing even warmer under the dirt that lightly covered them.

    Peter swiped his thumb awkwardly across the boy’s nose in attempt to clear some of the dirt from it before hastily pulling his hand away. He swallowed thickly, his jaw clenching slightly.

    “Don’t be.”

      A/N: GUESS WHO’S BACK AND BETTER THAN EVER

The signs and why you should hate them
  • Aries: Superior complex, arrogant, gets fired up about every little thing, challenges and wants to one-up everybody, acts like they're tough when all they do is cry at night
  • Taurus: Stubborn, doesn't change their minds eve when they know they're wrong, acts like the world is ending whenever they're a little sick, shallow, materialistic, uses everyone, jealous, lazy and expects you to do everything because no one matters but them
  • Gemini: Two faced, fake, acts like your friend only to make fun of you to their real friends, fucks you over just to have something to laugh about, acts like they know everything, makes up lies to prove their points, tries to debate everyone even though they play the devils advocate and have identity issues.
  • Cancer: Moody as hell, must walk on eggshells with them or they'll cry in their bed at night, pessimistic, they could nag the paint off the walls, clingy, paranoid as shit, needs constant reassurance because their self esteem does not exist..
  • Leo: Conceited, acting like they're the shit, whines about fucking everything, sore losers, refuse to do anything at all because it might hurt their inflated ego, possessive, acts like they think they're pretty but in reality they're jealous of all of their friends and wish they could be them
  • Virgo: Psycho, makes everything seem more complicated than it actually is, throws hissy fits like a child all the time, criticize others but can't take advice because they see it as an insult, expects everything to be perfect, never pleased because of their need for perfection, judgmental as fuck.
  • Libra: Superficial twats, they think they're charming so they lie and tell people what they want to hear because that's all they know how to do, unreliable because they lie so much, conceited and always looking in the mirror, lazy, cant make up their mind, boring as hell - physically and personality-wise but thinks they look like a fucking god.
  • Scorpio: Jealous of everyone they ever come in contact with, resentful, will probably sleep with their best friends significant other to feel better about themselves, manipulative, they have anger issues so they always want revenge, hides their emotions because behind closed doors they're always crying, too black and white about everything, fucking insane and belongs in a mental hospital, acts sexual but never gets laid because they're boring
  • Sagittarius: Careless about everyone and everything... except themselves, immature, feels bad about themselves so they make fun of everyone and call it being "straightforward", if you don't do things their way they tell you you're wrong, likes to control people, acts like they want to help people but in reality they want to bring everyone down to their level
  • Capricorn: Nervous about everything, acts like everything is okay when they are falling apart on the inside, they are so stubborn and think they're perfect so they will never change their views, wants everyone dead all the time, easily hurt over the tiniest things, bad attitudes, moody, all they care about is what they look like to other people
  • Aquarius: Unpredictable tempers, likes to freak out over stupid shit, god complex, they literally think of themselves as gods but really they are spoiled little children, they don't know how to shut up and listen, they think they're smart so they always offer advice, they can't keep a relationship because they're the most unromantic detached emotionless twats you'll ever come across, they got literally nothing going for them which is why they always get rejected
  • Pisces: Cry babies, pretending to be innocent while getting everyone else into deep shit, a backstabber, flakey, if you ask them to do one little thing it'll take them 3 years to do it, they're all drug addicts and alcoholics, they're lazy and oversensitive (they're probably crying while reading this right now), if theres a speck of responsibility strolling their way they will avoid it at all costs, only does nice things for people so they can get something in return, has anger issues, cries nonstop, distant in every relationship they have, loves their exes more than their current boyfriends, they will fight for human rights but spit in a persons face, they like to escape reality and have the rest of us deal with it because they're weak cowards.
Sun and Storm

I thought I’d write a fic from Alis’ point of view. Let me know what you think!


Sun. Sun and sand and summer.

That was what Alis remembered of Adriata.

Adriata was supposed to be a beautiful place of beaches and seashells and long days. It was the famous Golden City of the Summer Court. A Court with a palace made of gold would be wealthy and prosperous, especially if they could afford to send blood rubies.

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Get In Your Places (we’ll be a perfect family)

Day 2 of fma au week one of the themes is: F is for Family

So this is a Grumman adopts Riza AU

An AU idea I’ve been writing/messing with for a while. I actually have more of it written, but *shrugs* haven’t really hashed out everything so here’s a glimpse of this au

Riza is about 8-9, her mother died about a year before, this is from Sad Grandpa Grumman’s POV. He is trying His Best ™

Title from the song “Dollhouse” by Melanie Martinez 

He hadn’t expected Riza to be happy here.

Grumman reflected on this fact as they ate an awkward dinner. He didn’t taste anything, and he’s sure she didn’t either.

He had hoped, desperately, that she would be, but he knew better.

He knew better than to think she would be happy to be torn away from her father, especially so forcefully. But in his bones he knew that she couldn’t stay with Berthold.

She would have endured, he knew that the alchemist in Berthold would never allow harm to come to his research.

But to his daughter? Grumman couldn’t even say if Berthold even realized what he had done and had been continuing to do. If he had then he hadn’t cared to stop.

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Originally posted by collisionofdcandmarvel

Requested by anons <3
Prompts:  Can you do an imagine where the reader teases the joker and he gets mad causing the reader to run and lock herself in a room. Then the joker is tries to get in and eventually he breaks the door down

Can you make an imagine where the reader and the joker have been going out for a while. Then one day the reader and the joker get into a fighting causing her to freak out and hit him in the balls. She then locks herself in their room and he tries to get in

MASTERLIST.

The high pitched note you ended your argument on and the glint of angry tears gathering in your (colour) eyes was enough to make him falter for a second before his ego got the best of him and he decided not to back down, which he should’ve done twenty minutes ago when the row actually broke out. God, he liked you, he really did, but you and your unpredictable temper tantrums pissed him off to no end.

It was probably half his fault, really, maybe testing shock therapy on you wasn’t the best way to pick up a girl, but he wouldn’t admit that until forced.

“Do you even care how much damage my body endured?!”

“No.”

That was, of course, his ego talking. He did care…To an extent.

Abruptly, your leg swung straight to his crotch with so much force he saw white sparks from the impact. A wheeze and strangled gasp escaped his lips, his body going rigid from pain.

“It felt worse than that you jerk!” You screamed, turning on your heel and rushing to the bathroom. You slammed the door shut, leaving the Joker in agony and shock that you actually kicked him in the junk. Heartless. You were heartless.

You heard him stagger to the locked door, and wiping away the angry tears you sniffled, ignoring the guilt that started to settle in you. Kicking him seemed to drain your anger, and now you felt much better – so much that a smile formed on your face. You turned to the bathroom door, pressing your palms to it and listening in – he was by the door, but judging from the grunts of pain he hasn’t recovered yet.

“I love you.” You cooed innocently. You heard him sigh.

“Love…you too…” The Joker grumbled, quietly.

But you didn’t unlock the door. You weren’t stupid.

So instead he broke it down.

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Shigatsu wa Kimi no Uso Week ✰ Day 7 SONATA

Free Day  About Kaori Miyazono.:。 ✿*゚

Kaori Miyazono was a free-spirited violinist whose playing style reflected her personality. She was often friendly and encouraging, but could also be unpredictable and short-tempered, occasionally becoming passive-aggressive. Kaori liked to depend on herself and only herself and could be seen as more of a support for others. She always puts up a smile in front of others, regardless of how she feels, to avoid her friends worrying about her. She liked to use quotes when making speeches, especially quotes by Charlie Brown. She always pushed Kousei to practice a lot, saying that there’s no such thing as enough practicing.

a quick ink sketch of an au i thought of some time ago, late 50′s/60′s astronaut hux who inevitably falls victim to the cold war space race. the only one who cares about whether he dies of space radiation is a coding genius at nasa who failed his astronaut test due to his unpredictable temper.

(the reason why i can’t delve too much into this au even tho i love the aesthetic is because it’s kind of a rip-off of a metal gear solid subplot)

Originally posted by eloquent--passion

hey everyone!! my name’s allison and i’m 18 yrs old!! (i love being able to say that) i live in central time and i’m super excited to be rp’ing again because it’s been a little bit (took a break to finish up high school when senior year got psycho)?? feel free to please message me about any plots with naomi!! let me tell you about the ball of sunshine she is: 

  • naomi is NINETEEN YEARS OLD and a FIRE TYPE A. she has a very unpredictable temper, and genuinely doesn’t get close to people easily because of this. she has a HARD TIME TRUSTING (and playing nice with for that matter) others, but honestly lives for deep connections with other people. she doesn’t come across as a loner. 
  • naomi is an ONLY CHILD and has lived in ottawa for the majority of her life. (SIXTEEN YEARS.) 
  • naomi lives with her father who has raised her alone since moving to ottawa. her mother died in a car crash when naomi was THREE YEARS OLD. she doesn’t remember her mother and has never had a problem with only being able to have a father.
  • naomi has never been wealthy, but she currently attends college at the UNIVERSITY OF OTTAWA and has big plans for herself. she has never wanted to be the girl who stays in her hometown forever and has a bad case of WANDERLUST. she will drag anyone into a hell of a mess. 
  • she works hard at THE LOCAL to ease the financial strain of college off of her father’s shoulders, but always manages to find time to get into major trouble. naomi is the definition of an INSTIGATOR and is always known as the bad influence. (she calls it FUN) 
  • naomi is only nineteen, but  much to her father’s knowledge and disapproval, has been in the club scene for years. she has a trustworthy FAKE ID and hardly ever lets her older friends know her real age. 
  • naomi is bad with commitment as she both struggles to let people in and doesn’t think there is anyone who could manage to do much more than tie her down. however, since she doesn’t shy away from a good challenge, she is always DATING AROUND.

anonymous asked:

Marzio or Jasper

i’ll do both because i love talking about my children

(ocs listed in the tags here)

Marzio:

  • the human equivalent of a rainbow switchblade: quick, dangerous, and gay
  • seems chill but is actually really wild and energetic
  • chaotic neutral
  • rollerblades
  • nonbinary (goes by he or they)
  • has a gf her name is frances
  • would kill someone for an m&m mcflurry
  • eats food of the floor
  • short-tempered and unpredictable
  • kinda terrifying if you’re scared of 6 feet of knives on rollerblades

Jasper:

  • my beautiful werelion daughter
  • also has a gf! her name is peach and she belongs to @thatdreamersoftenlie
  • plaid gay
  • fav flowers are pansies and hydrangeas (but she loves all flowers)
  • radiates good vibes all the time
  • her birthday is actually tomorrow, aug. 11!
  • genuinely kind and sweet
  • favorite dessert is orange sherbet
  • hates ladybugs
  • wears lots of sundresses

@necromin I can’t properly or this under a cut or at you I think because idk how to use tumblr on mobile well.

1. neighbour probably still dying but everyone trying to hope for beat case

2. brother spat on me, uh, wrestled me to wall, threatened to kill my pet rats, threatened physical violence, threatened to call cops on me for pushing him away when he kept pushing himself into my face, usual insults

3. haven’t slept and when I tried to sleep bro physically assaulted me lmao

4. voice hurts from yelling bc only way to be heard with yelling people is to also yell

5. everyone blamed me for somehow unleashing his unpredictable temper

6. I haven’t slept at all since yesterday and my uncle arrives from England in an hour

7. normally I’d put personal shit under a read more but idk how on mobile because I never use it so sorry other shit will be tagged and… not in a long post

Bad bad day so far

Experiences with a Leo:
Very confident, very appearance orientated, MASSIVE flirt, doesn’t seem to stay interested in the same person romantically for very long, one of the kindest people I have ever met, always trying to look after everyone and hates having negative feelings with others so will always try and build bridges, this is partly due to the fact she has a huge unpredictable temper although she will argue very angrily with those closest to her this does not signify the end of the relationship.

Experiences with a Virgo:
Such a kind and caring person, very fun to be around, doesn’t like to talk about feelings, sceptical, a thinker more than a feeler but does have an emotional side that is masked by laughter and sarcasm, very hard working and focused.

Experiences with an Aquarius:
Shy at first but once you get to know her is crazy, lovable and adventurous, very lighthearted with a strong outer shell but occasionally displays and emotional side when pushed to the limit, enjoys long stable relationships

Is there an "Angry Jewish Person" Stereotype?

Is there an “angry Jew” stereotype? One of my side characters has a jewish sounding name (though I never “confirm” his race, I decided to leave the side character’s appearances/races up to the reader’s imagination) and he’s known for his irascibility. He is also very kind, curious and a loyal, loving friend (so he’s basically an aries haha) but his most outstanding characteristic is his tendency to have sudden outbursts of anger. Soon after that, he’ll be all nice and fluffy again but sometimes he just explodes. 

A friend of mine who read the story recently asked me whether “the angry one” was jewish, I’ve never thought about that before to be completely honest. I just wanna make sure that’s not a cliché because I personally don’t know any Jews (not that I know of) and I live in a country where there aren’t a lot of Jews, so I’m not very familiar with any stereotypes (except for the money-grubbing one which is horrible). I just wanted to make sure, so that I hopefully don’t offend anyone with this character! Thanks very much!

To be honest the only kind of stereotype I’ve heard from this front are angry Jewish women, i.e. Kyle’s mom from South Park (yes, I know one of the creators is Jewish. Men can still dump on women within marginalized groups.) That’s because the most common form of gendered antisemitism is to try to associate us with the other gender’s stereotypical traits – loud, angry, and hairy women, wimpy, weak, and sensitive men, etc. So with Jewish men the antisemitic stereotype is more whiny than angry. That doesn’t mean someone else’s experience might be different from mine, though, so additional comments from Jewish followers are welcome on this thread.

>> his most outstanding characteristic is his tendency to have sudden outbursts of anger. Soon after that, he’ll be all nice and fluffy again but sometimes he just explodes.

No, men with unpredictable violent tempers are definitely not any Jewish stereotype I’ve ever heard of.

>>  I personally don’t know any Jews (not that I know of) and I live in a country where there aren’t a lot of Jews,

Under these conditions, why not just go ahead and establish him as not Jewish? Alternatively, you could find a Jewish beta reader to look him over or read some Jewish literature if you wanted to make sure you were writing an accurate Jewish character instead of a gentile wearing a big teeshirt that says JEWISH CHARACTER on it. Those are two honorable choices and I am perfectly comfortable with the first one because my personal preference is that I’d rather not be in a thing than be in a thing that’s totally off the mark. (Other people will differ with me on this; we’re all individuals.)

A reminder that many “Jewish sounding names” are just German, Russian, or Polish so if you establish him as a Polish Catholic (like my Polish friends) that’s one possible way out–if the name you’ve picked is Polish, anyway.

–Shira

A Short Discussion on Racial Ambiguity

“I decided to leave the side character’s appearances/races up to the reader’s imagination”

I really don’t understand the appeal of doing this. It feels like protecting the author from claims of racism by not actually supporting people of any race.

See relevant tags of racial ambiguity and colorblindness, which is a form of racism.

–Stella

TITLE: Don’t Keep your Heart in your Pocket

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter Sixteen

AUTHOR: iwasthefirstavenger

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine being a pickpocket who lives on the streets, and one day when you try to pickpocket, someone, you later find out that person was an agent of shield. Fury is impressed with your skills. He makes a deal with you that he’ll give you a place to live, a job, etc, but only if you can steal Loki’s plans. 

RATING: teen and up

THREE YEARS LATER

You still take it out to look at it. Not every day, not quite, but every week at least. Even when you resist the urge to pull it out and play with it, the cube is always in the back of your mind. “If you ever decide you can forgive me for all I’ve done to you, that cube can bring you to Asgard. To me.”

It comes as a gentle sort of surprise when you can think of the incident without a flash of anger. That fire has finally burned out, leaving behind an achy, hollow sadness that seems to echo with the remnants of his words and the despair in his eyes. The more you think about it, the more you realise that really, you forgave Loki a long time ago, back when you realised that he was the only chance you would ever take, the only thing you would ever have willingly risked your life for. Even knowing everything he’d done, the ache in your chest reminds you every day that something is missing. He might not feel the same, you warn yourself. But after this long, rejection surely can’t hurt any more than the months of wondering.

The cube is cool in your palm, solid. Loki didn’t tell you how it worked, only that it could. You wonder what will happen if you do it wrong, where it will take you. You decide to take it to the roof; that much energy was volatile, and you didn’t want to blow up the tower by accident.

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