Zach asking you to sleep over at his house - part 3

Warnings: graphic descriptions and images of sex/sexual activities. You’ve been warned my lovelies:) Enjoy!

Your P.O.V
The morning sunlight peeked through the curtains, basking the room with its warmth. I was tightly cocooned in a strong pair of arms, my back pressed against a muscular chest. There were soft snores echoing in my ear. I turned my head slightly, to see who the culprit of this snoring was, finding the peaceful face of my sleeping boyfriend, Zach Dempsey. 

Originally posted by sensualkisses

‘That’s right… Me and Zach… We actually did it last night.’ A sense of giddiness overcomes me. I remember last night so vividly… 

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Actually on the topic of HTTYD are dragons meant to have a giant overlord by nature or not. Like at first I thought the red death/big dragon from the first movie was just a prick that made the other dragons do its bidding, but the second movie implies that dragons naturally will hivemindedlt follow orders from a grand master dragon.

Does this mean instead of liberating them humans basically killed the dragon’s natural leader in order to make themselves be able to control them for their own bidding. 

Also dragons don’t seem to be a single species so there wouldn’t be any evolutionary benefit for them all on mass trying to appease the needs of a single  unrelated dragon of a different species, unless the big “leader” dragons like the red death and the bewilderbeasts evolved specifically to act as social parasites, or have the ability to control the minds of “"lesser” dragons like some unworldly abomination.

When Toothless became the “alpha” dragon in the second movie does this mean he now has some unnatural power over the will and minds of other lizards?

Assassin!Harry (Part 1)

Harry is a trained, experienced assassin hired to kill Y/N but ends up, to his horror, starting to fall for her. 


He may be human, but he operates like a machine: identify target, plan, stalk, kill, collect cash, repeat. What one may consider sociopathic or psychopathic personality traits, Harry considers a blessing. After all, it is his lack of regard for human emotions and his own conscience that has made his career possible. The only proof he has that he is not, in fact, heartless is when he feels his pulse throbbing in his neck as he sprints between alleyways, hops fences, climbs walls, desperately trying to escape any chance of pursuit after the murder is done. Although pursuit is something with which Harry has become unfamiliar; he dealt with it in his career’s infancy, but as he has grown so have his skills. His eye for quick, accessible escape routes has grown keener, his aim tighter, and his remorse…well, nonexistent. He works alone, and he prefers it this way, but his work is so precise that many law enforcement officials cannot accept the possibility of the unidentified murderer being just a “murderer” instead of “murderers.” He’s lost track of how many kills he has made, yet, amazingly, he has yet to be caught or even identified. Nobody has ever suspected him of anything due to his brilliant planning, charming exterior, and cunning way with words; he comes off as a sweet, regular guy. All of this, coupled with the fact that he truly is heartless in the figurative sense of the word, makes Harry Styles the most successful, feared assassin on the planet. He never gets off track, never gets caught, and–most importantly–never misses. So, when he woke up and saw the folded yellow envelope lying on the floor under the windowsill of his first-floor, high-class apartment, it was just a normal day for Harry. He receives one to two requests every month, and as screwed up as it is, he can’t help but feel a rush of excitement whenever he wakes up to an envelope lying crisp and unopened on his tiled floor.

Harry picked up the folder, heavy with cash, and opened it to reveal 5 crisp stacks of 100 $100 bills each. Assassinations don’t come cheap, and Harry prioritizes the higher-paying customers. In other words, the sooner you want someone dead, the more money you should be willing to shell out. $50,000 isn’t much compared to most of his other offers, but because Harry wasn’t planning any other kills, he decided to go about prioritizing the operation. He flipped through the information, identifying the twenty year old college student that he was supposed to kill. He laid out the three included photographs of the girl and identified her address on a map. He read through her daily schedule, put together by the unnamed person who had hired him, and went about identifying the lowest-risk time to pursue and kill her. He ventured into the depths of his expansive closet, retrieving the black duffel bag that contained his gloves, his attire, his shoes, his ammunition, and his small, silver handgun as well as his perfectly sharpened steel knife. He never uses both the gun and the knife in one killing; he just likes the option. He grabbed the roll of heavy duty black tape from the bag and went about taping the bottoms of his shoes so that the patterns they would normally leave behind were masked. He put the bag by his front door and went about his day, eagerly anticipating nightfall.

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lexilawson I try not to get too sentimental when it comes to the goings of cast members. Inevitably- I have learned over time that we must all go on at one point to continue our journey of flying and sharing the gifts and colors in our hearts with the world for as long as we have time on this beautiful earth. Jordan , I understand why GOD MUST pull you in every direction possible. This IS your calling. Your genius talent is unworldly ( Momma Hamilton thanks you for helping her), your old soul and endless knowledge is a miracle mystery , your compassion and love for life is contagious - and I am truly going to miss calling you my son. Thank you for sharing your light, love, wisdom, and guidance with us my friend. Keep shining. #Myson#I #relative-pitch #oldestsoul#hamiltonmusical @jordan_fisher  [x]

july 1946: honeymoon with Harry」

AU: Harry’s just gotten back from the war and the only thing on his mind is getting back to you. 

When his foot hit the ground of the drop off lot, it was like an instinct he couldn’t control. 

 As soon as he saw you, in your rumbled floral dress that you’d worn on your first date together, his feet took off at a racing sprint across the train station. When he was within 6 feet of you, he decided to fulfill the thought that had gotten him through everything— from the bombings to the shooting to the disease to the depression the war brought. 

 Instead of collapsing into your open arms, Harry dropped onto one knee, letting his duffel bag thunk down emptily on the cement floor of the station. He tugs at the chain around his neck, pulling out his grandmother’s wedding ring that his father had passed on to him before he had left with the British deploys to France. 

You had stood there, bottom lip quivering and eyes welling up with emotion as Harry took your smaller hand in his. His palms were hard and coarse from holding a gun for too long, but under the initial roughness, you could feel the cozy warmth and loving softness that you knew so well.

Harry looks up at you with unworldly green irises that you hadn’t seen in what feels like centuries, the specks of gold and bronze shimmering like stars, full of love and happiness and hope. When he speaks, his voice is deeper than the last time you’d heard it— heard it sobbing as he hugged you tight and cried softly into your hair, promising to come back. 

 It’s thicker and his accent is heavier, but his tone is still the same towards you— gentle and affectionate. 

“Y/N,” your name feels so good rolling off his tongue now that it has a recipient, which causes the corners of his lips to tilt up into a giddy, caring smile. “I’ve been waiting way too fuckin’ long to say this, baby.” 

You laugh lightly through your tears, having missed his silly, spontaneous vulgarity at the most inappropriate times. Harry giggles back, gripping your fingers tighter and thumbing over your quaking knuckles. 

“Will you make me the happiest man in the whole world and be my wife?”

{BTS x Forest Fairy!AU} Namjoon

Keeper of Moonlight Kim Namjoon | Find the Other Keepers {here} 

  • although he essentially lives in the forest like the other keepers, his job is a little more grandiose considering he literally can communicate with the moon
  • unlike normal people or other keepers he can actually feel the gravitational pull of the moon and it’s really cool he can always sense when the tides are going to rise and how much of the moon we’ll be able to see tonight
  • which for keeper jin is super important because he presides over wolves which are nocturnal hunters and for keeper jungkook who presides over animals that need to be wary of the night so the two of them are always bugging namjoon about when the moon will rise and namjoon is like “i can give you an answer but will it make you two be better friends”
  • and jin is like,,,,that’s not the point and jungkook is like i just don’t want his wolves eating my bunnies and jin is like ,,,,,jungkook it’s called the food chain and jungkook is like uhuh sure and namjoon is like oh my god,,,,
  • he makes peace between all the keepers (as hard as that may be because yoongi barely ever wants to come out of the water while hoseok keeps trying to get jimin to show him around his cool treehouse and everyone is soooo different but namjoon is like the glue that keeps them together,,,,you know,,,,,because the forest is still home to all of them)
  • has really cool white ink tattoos on his collarbone that look like the phases of the moon
  • and when it’s the darkest time of night and namjoon is trying to read the moon’s gravitational spin the tattoos seem to glow brighter and the pupils of his eyes turn translucent 
  • owls really like him and even though he isn’t there keeper some of them will perch next to him when he’s reading the moon and it’s nice,,,
  • slightly awkward with other aspects of nature though,,,,,he’s always tripping over roots,,,accidentally falling into spiky bushes,,,,scaring off woodland creatures by accidentally being too clumsy,,,,,like he has the best intentions but the others joke that he’s like a bad camper in the woods LOL
  • lunar eclipses weaken his abilities a lot and when they happen he can actually pass out for some time because the shadow of the earth blocks the moon and it makes his connection to moonlight incredibly meek
  • usually sleeps on high branches or at the tops of peaks, during the daylight he avoids sun by staying in caves or under large foliage 
  • taehyung calls him “moonjoon”
  • you’re,,,,,,,,,actually incredibly scared of the dark. your family thinks it’s something about repressed childhood memories but,,,,,,it just irks you
  • sunlight and the morning have been your favorite since forever and if you have to go into the forest you never EVER go past 7 o’clock
  • and even during the day you always bring the family dog or a friend because,,,,,there’s parts of it that really REALLY  creep you out
  • which is why on a sunny afternoon, you let the dog off the leash to prance around and have fun
  • while you try to pick four leaf clovers your friends back in the village,,,,,and time passes and you forget that for the most part
  • the dog leads the way back home,,,,you’ve never much paid attention to the paths because you always let him drag you back
  • but when you look up,,,,you can’t find your fluffy buddy anywhere
  • horrified,,,you start calling out his name,,,whistling,,,,peeking through bushes and looking for dog prints but nowhere,,,,,they’re nowhere to be found
  • it gets darker as you search and you feel that fear pull at your heart,,,,,you know you should leave soon
  • but,,,,,,,,,you can’t,,,,you can’t leave the dog out here all by itself you’re just not that kind of person
  • so even as the sun fades you run from open field to winding dirt paths,,,,,,,and you’re sure he has to be SOMEWHERE
  • but as you notice the hue of red in the sky you look up and see,,,,,,the moon but,,,,,,,it’s not,,,,,,,,,,,it’s not a glowing white
  • instead it’s slowly but surely being covered in red and you’re like oh god a lunar eclipse??? im stuck in the forest on a lUNAR ECLIPSE??
  • and as you’re walking, looking up you feel your toe hit something and you wobble falling right over what you assume is a stick or something
  • until you rub your head and get up and see,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,a boy,,,,,,?????????
  • and you’re like WHAT IS HE DEAD OH MY GOD
  • but then you notice something,,,,,the tattoos across his collarbone,,,,they’re ??? flickering 
  • and the rise of his chest means he’s not dead and ok wait he isn’t wearing,,,,,village clothing,,,,,,and his face,,,,,is so distinctly handsome and perfect like it was cut from stone
  • and you don’t notice how you’re leaning over him,,,,studying the pretty slope of his lips when suddenly you hear a small,,,,,,weak
  • “don’t- m-move” 
  • and you’re like ?????????? who said that???????? was it the boy and/or celestial being laying in front of you???
  • so you shift slightly but you’re like “why shouldnt i move???”
  • after a slight pause you see his eyes flutter open,,,,and you’re,,,,,breathless because he’s gorgeous
  • but his hand,,,he can barely lift it and whispering he goes “block the moon,,,,,till,,,,,,the shadow moves,,,,”
  • you’re pretty sure if you were in a cartoon there’d be multiple question marks swirling around your head,,,,but you just sit there and look at him,,,,staring up to the sky
  • and then,,,,,,his eyes,,,,,,,,fading in and out of dark brown to this almost glass like silver
  • which is why you’re convinced now: he isn’t human
  • so you think: should you stay put like he told you,,,,because if not he might use some kind of magic and kill you,,,,,,,,
  • but also he seems,,,,,,,,,,really weak?? is it the lunar eclipse???
  • something in your heart tells you that it’d be cruel to leave him,,,it’d be like leaving a wounded deer by itself and anyway,,,,,don’t lunar eclipses only last a couple minutes-
  • (you’re wrong, they last a couple of hours which is why you end up dozing off,,,,,,,at some point falling asleep beside the unworldly boy in the grass)
  • and waking up you’re,,,,insanely dizzy and rubbing at your eyes and you realize that the grass beneath you isn’t grass anymore,,,,,,,,but ,,,, bark?
  • and you sit up but then,,,,,you look down which is a mistake because,,,,,,
  • why the hell is the ground,,,,,,,,,like 4094832 feet away
  • oh my god you’re on a branch
  • clinging to the tree trunk you look around and see that at the end of the branch is the boy from last night
  • sitting calmly at the edge, playing with a wooden flute and peeking through the leaves every now and then
  • “um,,,,,,,,,,,,hi” you manage,,,your voice shaking from fear
  • the boy turns and smiles,,,the tattoos that had been flickering before are now duller but still visible on his pretty skin 
  • his eyes are brown,,,not silver but there is still,,,,,,something about him so obviously /unreal/
  • “you fell asleep, but thankfully you were in just the right spot to block the eclipse till it was over. thank you.”
  • and you’re like uhhhh you’re welcome??? but also,,,,,,who are you where am i what is going on 
  • he motions to the trees “the forest, i took you up high because i like it up here.” 
  • you look back and forth and go “,,,,,,why it’s dark because of the leaves - aren’t open meadows with sun more fun?”
  • he shrugs, turning back to look down and you think maybe he’s not a sunlight person????
  • “oh,,,,,,um how do i get down?”
  • this get his attention again and he kind of blushes and goes “im bad at getting down too,,,but since you’re human i should help right?”
  • and you’re like ,,,,,,,,,,,, please do heights aren’t Fun
  • he gets up,,,,moving across the branch to you,,,,
  • at some point you’re scared he might slip because he looks wobbly but once he gets to you he takes your hand and gently shows you the branches to get your footing on
  • soon enough, you’re doing well climbing down that you don’t need his support and when you land to the dirt with a small thud you wait and then hear someone hit the ground beside you. hard
  • and you look down,,,,,,,the boy face planted there beside you and you’re like,,,,,,,,
  • “aren’t,,,,aren’t you a forest god???? moon god??? shouldnt this be easy??”
  • getting up and dusting off his lanky figure he shrugs and laughs a bit “ive always been accident prone. that doesn’t go away when the moon grants you power,,,,,,unfortunately.”
  • you giggle and you don’t notice the way namjoon kind of perks up at the sound of your laughter,,,,,,,
  • you want to ask something about the whole moon powers~~ thing but then you remember,,,,,,,,,,YOUR DOG
  • frequently you look around and namjoon asks if something is wrong and you’re like “putting aside the whole you’re a being of the forest or w/e does that mean you’re good at,,,,,,,,,,finding lost animals?”
  • namjoon looks like he doesn’t understand what you’re saying so you explain that before you tripped over him and became his “guardian from the lunar eclipse” for the night you’d lost the family dog
  • and namjoon is like “ah,,,,,,ive got no control over animals but im sure the other guardians can help?”
  • you take a step back and you’re like woah. there’s more of you
  • namjoon laughs into his palm and nods, he explains that there are six other keepers that live amongst the forest and you’re like WOAH COOL
  • so you follow him until you happen on two other men, one with wolf fur over his shoulder and the other accompanied by two deer
  • “jungkook, jin have you seen a dog around here?”
  • the two of them turn around and exclaim that no they didn’t, and they’re busy
  • namjoon leans over to you and whispers “they’re always at each others necks, lets go ask jimin.”
  • jimin turns out to be a sweet boy, living up in a treehouse with dirt on his fingers but a smile on his face. taehyung is much more excited about hearing of your dog and insists he’ll send out some birds to search for him
  • yoongi, who refuses to come out from the waterfall just says no
  • and hoseok,,,,hoseok spends more time asking you about village life and whatnot then he does looking for your dog
  • the whole time,,,,,,,you notice how familiar and comfortable namjoon is with addressing all the keepers
  • and how something about him,,,,makes him seem like the solid middle - a leader maybe
  • (plus you admit, he’s the keeper of freaking MOONLIGHT like ,,, that’s the best hands down)
  • but as you two search the night begins to dawn again and you can feel anxiety coming back
  • namjoon senses it too,,,,especially since he sees how fond you are of the sun,,,, much like hoseok you love being out in the open under the blue sky
  • “if you want,,,,” namjoon starts and you stop still looking up at the darkening sky
  • “if you want i can take you back to the village and keep searching through the night.”
  • you look at him and bite your lip,,,,,,,,for a moment you’re tempted to agree but then you remember namjoon’s weakened state from the night and you’re like
  • “i can’t ,,, i can’t leave you???? won’t you get weak because of the-”
  • namjoon shakes his head “the lunar eclipse is when im weak, on most other nights im fine because the entire moon is facing me without being blocked. ill be fine.”
  • you hesitate,,,,,but decide you might as well take him up on his offer
  • namjoon walks you,,,,until you can see the outskirts of the opening out of the forest and you turn to him,,,,,
  • looking over his handsome face once more and seeing that the tattoos are beginning to become brighter and the pupils of his eyes are sparking like diamonds,,,,,,,,
  • “come back here in the morning, ill find him for you.”
  • you nod,,,,,,,reaching out and touching namjoon’s hand
  • he feels the heat rise to his face but lets you off with a nod
  • five minutes walking away,,,,,the moon rising in the sky,,,,,,,,you decide that you can’t,,,,,,,you can’t make him search all alone
  • and so you rush back into the forest,,,,,,,forgetting once again that your sense of direction isn’t strong but whatever - how hard is it to find the boy with glowing eyes in the woods?????
  • turns out it’s very hard
  • and after an hour of walking you realize again that not only did you lose your dog - but you’ve lost yourself now too
  • the moon is out,,,,,,and you notice how it’s almost full
  • and you wonder that if anything can’t you follow it to namjoon???
  • it seems silly but you start walking in whatever direction you think it’s pointing in and through clearings, shrubs, bushes, you finally hear something
  • a,,,,,,,,,,a bark????
  • you push past a bush,,,,the darkness of the forest seems to light up as you see a figure standing on the otherside,,,,,,
  • the light emitting around them like a halo and in their hands,,,,,,,,is your dog
  • jumping from the persons hold the dog comes barreling toward you, pawing at your leg as you bend down to pick them up and receive a whole face full of licks
  • happily, you hug the dog to your chest when you look up the figure of the person is still there
  • “namjoon?” 
  • you call out and he makes his way over,,,,,,eyes completely translucent like what you would think jellyfish look like up close
  • and he smiles,,,, “you came back? you weren’t scared of the dark?”
  • you press your lips together and try to explain that you didn’t want to leave him alone to search,,,,,,,,that,,,,,,,,,,and 
  • the light around him,,,,it’s beautiful,,,,,and seeing it now you weren’t all that scared of the dark anymore
  • namjoon lifts a hand to scratch his neck,,,an owl flies by and you watch it in wonder as it disappears into the dark forest behind you and namjoon reaches out
  • and when he touches you,,,,,the light spreads and it feels cool,,,,against your skin
  • you two face each other and for a moment you think,,,,,,how nice it would be to not only feel his light but taste it too
  • and namjoon tilts his head,,,,bending slightly to brush his lips against yours
  • it’s a kiss you’d never thought you’d wanted,,,you’d always fantasized about kisses in the sunlight,,,,,,the glaring brightness
  • but the moonlight,,,,,is just as romantic,,,,,,,,maybe even just a bit more,,,,,? 

I have a story in the works, but it’s a demon Symmetra -.- (I don’t care if she’s not a demon, that story will be published ASAP) But I may do a story of Junkenstein and ‘The Summoner’ as Sym is called in the Halloween event. For now, enjoy my headcanons!

                                                The Summoner

  • She was born as Satya Vaswani, the daughter of a isolated maid and an actual dragon. Her mother was chosen to be the sacrifice to the dragon, due to the fact that the villagers rationalized that she had no family to mourn her loss. Also due to her silence, many of them didn’t realize who she was until they chose her to sacrifice.
  • Her father, the dragon, took pity on the woman and decided to keep her, never to return to the village until the day she became pregnant with Satya.
  • Due to Satya’s appearance, she was forbidden to return to the village with her mother. So, Satya stayed with her father, never to see her mother again.
  • Through training, she grew to control her abilities as part dragon but also learn to create things, in honor of her mother, who had died when Satya turned seventeen due to natural causes. 
  • Her father, however, was not lucky as he met his demise when the villagers found out about the ‘love child’. He hid his daughter and did the best he could, but in the end, he was finally killed.
  • Satya now lives in the mountains that she’s grown up in, attacking anyone who gets near. 

                                                 Dr. JunkenStein

  • Rumors had spread of a monster, half-human, half-dragon, that lives in the mountains. Some say she is a hideous thing that is unholy, while others say she is a beautiful temptress that seduces men before killing them. Either way, Dr. Junkenstein was interested in this creature.
  • He traveled up the mountains to get a glimpse of the creature. When he does, he doesn’t know how to react. She is an unworldly beauty as she walks gracefully along the mountain paths. She is worthy to be studied, but he soon realizes that she has spotted him.
  • She could have killed him, but she doesn’t. Why? It’s been a while since she’s had company as in friendly company. She’s alone. He sees that and proposes that he could stay for a while.
  • She allows him to see how she creates her small turrets, and how she had killed someone from her father’s kind to use its essence to create her weapon. She explains that due to her humanity, she is considered weak. She cannot fly; she uses teleporters to reach her destination. Her skin is not impenetrable; she uses shield generators and barriers to protect her. To her, she does not belong on either side, dragon or human.
  • Jamison, however, sees her as something of a rarity. She is strange, her appearance is not ugly; she is beautiful yet odd-looking. He likes things that are not normal for you see, the villagers had cast him into solitude, only in the company of his creations does he feel happy. However, he wouldn’t mind if she became a part of that.
  • And after months of such emotions emitting from both of them, from living in isolation for most of their lives, their love for engineering, and the fact that they understand the other of being odd to the rest, they make it into something more.
    • He kisses her with a gentleness that he longed to show to someone, anyone, that could see that he was a good person. He is a gentleman, though he has gone a bit mad.
    • She kisses him with such fire (not literally), such passion from being alone and not having a mate. She knows that it would be a disgrace to the dragons that fly above her, but she casts the thought aside, knowing that she no longer needs to be alone. Her view on humans has not changed, but Jamison is a rare exception.
        • To her, he is her most prized treasure.
        • To him, she is his most greatest discovery.

And they revel in each other’s company with a love no one could ever understand or rather care for.

Late July night you kissed a star from your bedroom window.

August has come and said that soon we will not exist anymore. We were too blue and unworldly. August morning, your mouth and mine collide creating a galaxy within me no one dares to explore. I start to blend in with the coldness of the sky. Comets soar through my veins and black holes sphere inside me aching for someone to ruin. I grow years older while you remain naive believing that there is a face on the moon guiding you through the night. 

I’m sorry if tonight the sun burns out.
I’m sorry if tonight the planets don’t align for us.
I’m sorry if tonight an asteroid clashes the moon further away from you.
And I’m sorry that you didn't realize earlier that you had kissed one star of many and I had become just of galaxy out of the many yet to be discovered by the curious and out of mania.

—  100 billion 
i got caught
but in reward
i wasn’t here
i was in an unworldly state
free from my cares
free from my demons
free from everything i was scared of
—  a drunk teen remembering her 11:37pm mistakes

i wear insecurity as a second skin.

as a child i was constantly told that i wasn’t enough / my brain and body always a topic open for debate / i forged friendships that should not be named friendships / they were so toxic i’m surprised i survived without chemical burns.

i am still salvaging the ruins of my self-esteem / long thought abandoned in an empty churchyard / an overgrown graveyard haunted with the voices of girls who never made it out / i have always been inches away from following in their footsteps.

when i was a teen girl a thing like an ego was unworldly / all my laughs were make believe / my future, a haze of days striving for some kind of peace. 

have you ever heard the sound a tear drop makes against concrete already damp with salt from another girl’s eyes? / it sounds like a heart breaking / like a bird mourning because it forgot it ever knew how to fly / society strips us of our wings / before we even know what a feather is / we miss the weight of them / without ever knowing why.



Underrated villain: Judge Claude Frollo

No magic, no spells, no fantasy.  No demons or unworldly elements that assist us in seeing his “true self.”

He is a man granted to a position of power who truly believes he is doing good. He is cruel, uncaring, manipulative, and evil.  And he is a human man.  He murders, and he likes it.  He has Quasimodo so warped into believing all the emotional abuse he has thrown at him.  He blames others for his sins and believes himself to be above everyone. So far above, nothing he does is wrong. 

This character my friends, terrifies me.  

The Kiss (A dark and anti tale)

I know what you are asking and no. This is not a ship fic that the title may lead you to believe. In fact it is so much more than that.

This story tells the gripping tale of what happened 10 years ago… and the harrowing journey that led them to-

jk it’s a ship fic.

jk it’s actually just a fanfiction inspired by




(how do you like this coming to the surface guys? Don’t hate me senpais ily)

Enjoy. Or… like… don’t.

Dark stood idly, staring expectantly at his pupil and friend. “Does that all make sense?”

“It̶ ̷m̷a̵k̴e̵s̵.̷.̸.̴ ̸e̸n̸o̶u̸g̵h̴ ̶s̶e̸n̶s̵e̸.̸ ̸B̶u̶t̸ ̶w̸h̵y̷ ̸d̴o̸e̵s̶ ̸d̷i̸m̴e̵n̸s̶i̴o̴n̵a̵l̴ ̴t̷r̸a̶v̸e̶l̵ ̵h̷a̶v̶e̶ ̵s̶o̵ ̶m̶a̵n̴y̶ ̴r̷u̶l̶e̴s̴?̵” Anti sighed, pacing in front of his mentor. Anti’s voices began to echo what he had spoken. All in various tones and speeds, bouncing back and forth against the walls of the spacious room. Anti frowned deeply at the sounds of them, it was all very new for him- the voices. He would try to ignore them, but they were always with him… ever since Sean - his eyes burned brighter at the memory. Ever since Sean shut him out. Pushed him into darkness. Confinement. But that was before. That was when his name was Naes.

But now everything was different.

He was Anti, now. He would come back and repay what was owed. He would make his return to the world again, and every one of Sean’s little ‘subscribers’ would know his name.

Anti was oblivious that his lips had turned down into a nasty teeth clenched grimace. The voices turned to growls and barks, portraying how angry all of them really were over what had happened. They wanted vengeance too.

“Anti? What is the matter?”

Dark’s voice snapped Anti out of his silent seething, and Anti flinched. Dark was standing close to him, his red eyes watching him carefully. I̶t̷'̷s̴ ̶n̸o̴t̵h̶i̷n̶'̴ Anti dismissed.

Dark didn’t push him, he only intended to continue his lesson. “Did you hear anything that I said?” He said, eyes half lidded and narrowed in slight exasperation.

“N̷o̵p̷e̶.̸ ̸S̵o̷r̵r̷y̷.̴” Anti responded honestly, pushing his thoughts of resentment aside for the time being.

“I regress,” Dark began, wringing his fingers behind his back, “Inter-Dimensional travel can be very tricky, mistakes can happen. Simply put, the rules are there for a reason. Why, if there weren’t rules for a game, then it would no longer be a game…. Would it? There must be order. For all things. All beings. Especially ones such as you and I.” Dark paused for a moment, giving Anti time to take in the information he was given. Once he was satisfied with the engrossed expression on Anti’s face; he continued, “As Figments we possess the ability to travel through dimensions and other platforms in space. Which would never be as clean and organized as it is presently without what is known as the Council.”

“W̷h̶o̴'̷s̶ ̵i̸n̸ ̴t̶h̸e̸ ̸c̵o̷u̷n̵c̸i̴l̵ ̶a̸n̶y̴w̶a̶y̸s̸?̵” Anti asked thoughtfully, sticking out his bottom lip and fiddling with the black ear stretcher that was situated in his left lobe. He wished he could rip it off. It was a gift from Sean… It felt like forever ago when it had happened…

“Other unworldly beings who control what goes in and out of dimensions. And most importantly what enters the human world.” Dark answered, interrupting Anti’s thoughts once more. “They communicate by sending letters. I’m surprised you haven’t gotten your introductory letter yet. Or have you?”

Anti dimly recalled having an envelope plop down in front of him a few weeks back. At first he assumed it was from Sean, so he simply shrugged and threw it over his shoulder into a green flaming fire, “N̶o̷,̵ ̴I̵ ̵h̵a̴v̴e̵n̴'̷t̸ ̸g̷o̵t̶t̵e̴n̵ ̸o̴n̶e̷ ̸y̷e̶t̴.̵ ̶W̶e̵i̷r̵d̴.̶” Anti lied smoothly.

Dark sighed, “Very well. I will let them know to send one your way. In the meantime, shall we begin?”

“B̷e̶g̴i̶n̵ ̶w̸h̵a̷t̴,̵ ̶e̷x̴a̷c̴t̶l̷y̵?̴” Anti asked, tilting his head with a smile.

“Begin your teleportation lesson, of course.” Dark replied, shaking his head at his lack of common sense, he would have to teach him how to be intelligent too- but that was for another day.

“H̶e̴y̸!̴!̶!̸ ̴I̷ ̶k̵n̴o̸w̵ ̴h̴o̷w̸ ̸t̴o̵ ̷t̷e̶l̵e̵p̵o̷r̸t̶!̸ ̶” Anti barked defensively, crossing his arms now and glaring at him.

“Perhaps so, but practice can’t kill you. Nothing can actually. But you must remember that from today onwards I am your mentor and that what I say…“ Dark began to lean into where Anti’s face was. Anti straightened, his eyebrows furrowed at how close Dark was looming. “-Goes.” Dark finished.

Anti was so intimidated he quickly tore his eyes away from Dark’s, taking a step back, “F̸i̵-̸F̵i̶n̴e̸.̵.̶” He agreed.

Dark appeared a few feet from him again, smoothing down his black shirt as he walked away from him and continued explaining, “Very well, then. Rule one. It’s always important to focus whenever you are going to teleport.” Dark said. “If you let your mind wander too much…” He trailed off, wanting to give an example as his form shuddered and began to flicker back and forth from one place to the next. He breathes deeply, recovering from his example. “Not an enjoyable experience, quite stressful actually. And occasionally becomes air-bound. Rule number two, always remember to breathe. Even if us figments don’t need to, it always helps for concentration. It’s natural to take a deep breath before moving to your desired location.” He explained, and showed his case by intaking slowly. The movement lifted his shoulders up and he shut his eyes. The action was almost sensual as he closed his eyes, and vanished. Anti’s chest tightened at witnessing it, and he gnawed his inner cheek.

Then Dark appeared in front of Anti, who jumped in surprise. Anti broke into a grin, “N̵i̶c̸e̸ ̶o̸n̷e̶,̶ ̶D̷a̸r̶k̷y̴.̶ ̷Y̶o̴u̷ ̸g̵o̷t̴ ̴m̵e̵.̸” He admitted defeat, breaking into a dazzling wide-eyed grin.

Dark smirked in amusement, “Not my intention to ‘get you’. But why don’t you give it a try?”

Anti’s beam stretched wider, if it was possible. He nodded eagerly, “A̵l̶r̶i̶g̸h̸t̷”

“Try to take your time-” Dark tried to remind him…

But Anti was already wildly teleporting around the room, glitching from place to place in record-breaking time, poking Dark while he did so.

He poked Dark’s cheek and then teleported to the corner of the room.

He poked Dark’s back and then was out of reach once again.

Dark sighed, repressing a smile at how juvenile the green eyed figment was, “Yes…exactly like that.” He muttered sarcastically, yet found himself watching him with a tinge of delight.

“I’m doing it, Darky!” He shouted, flashing in front of him, and then to the side, and then behind him. Then Anti’s mind wandered back to the haunting example Dark had made.

That slow, gentle… patient inhalation of air. He recalled how Dark’s chest had lifted up with his diaphragm, the tee shirt he wore had tightened around his pectorals as he shut his eyes softly. Anti’s focus sputtered away as he pictured it, and he glitched out of reach; high up into the air, his face flushed. He was motionless for a moment as his body suspended in time and space, “O̶h̸ ̶s̶h̶i̸t̸.̷” He cursed and began to fall.

Dark promptly teleported under where he was, and held out his arms readily. Anti fell into them. Dark did not falter or stumble, he held him sternly; his eyebrows raised. Anti’s face had gone almost entirely red, and his eyes widened copiously. Dark was nonchalantly holding him bridal style without a care in the world.

“What did I tell you?” He murmured gently, his cool breath washing over Anti’s face while he spoke. “Never let your mind wander.”

“̴U̶-̵U̷m̵.̷.̵.̴ ̴O̷-̵o̷k̷.̴"̷ Anti whispered in reply, wondering why Dark was so close… wondering why he liked it.

“Does this make you uncomfortable?” Dark whispered, tightening the fingers that were holding up Anti’s legs. Anti didn’t respond, just as Dark expected. Dark bore his eyes into Anti’s and then he set him on his feet again. “Let’s move on, shall we?”

Anti teetered now that he was on stable ground, disoriented as a result of whatever just happened, “O̵.̷.̵.̸.̸.̸.̴.̷k̴a̵y̴”

Dark taught him next about the council rules, giving him a chance to write notes.

“Let me look at what you’ve written so far.” Dark said, holding out a hand for the notebook he had assigned to Anti.

“U̷-̷U̸h̵.̵.̴ ̸I̶-̸I̸'̴m̵ ̶n̸o̴t̵ ̴f̸i̶n̵i̶s̷h̵e̸d̵ ̷y̸e̵t̸.̴” Anti said, clutching it to his chest.

Dark’s hand did not waver, “Let me. LoOK.” He said through his teeth. “I won’t ask again.”

Anti rolled his eyes and relinquished the book, dropping it into Dark’s hand.

Dark turned it around and scanned it, “This is a crude drawing of you stabbing Jacksepticeye.” Dark stated in disbelief, holding up to analyze it further.

Anti pulled off a believable poker face, the voices breaking into hysterical laughter.

“Am I teaCHinG you in vAIn?” Dark questioned him, throwing the book to the ground and setting it aflame.

“A̷w̸ ̵t̷h̶a̶t̶ ̷t̸o̵o̸k̴ ̷m̶e̴ ̸a̶ ̵l̷o̵n̷g̷ ̸t̵i̴m̵e̴” Anti complained, falling to his knees and watching the book burn.

Dark stepped in front of him, his head tilted down to appraise him. “Frankly, I don’t give a damn.” He said, and grabbed Anti’s stubbled chin- tilting it up so Anti would look at him instead of the book. “When will you learn that I have no time for your shenanigans? You came here to learn. So learn.” He growled, and then released Anti’s chin.

Anti blushed again, and stood up so he wouldn’t be so short anymore. “F̶i̶n̶e̵.̴ ̷W̸h̶a̶t̷'̸s̶ ̸n̷e̸x̶t̸,̵ ̸t̶h̴e̷n̶?̶” He asked, sighing.

Dark commenced the final lesson of the day, he was growing weary of how uncooperative Anti was being. Dark also noticed each and every time that Anti became flustered over his flirting, how it caused him such discomfort.

“In the nature of figments such as us.. We must always remember to avoid our murderous urges to remain covert. If you’re going to work with me, you must avoid killing anyone who simply ‘bothers’ you. There are of course… exceptions to this.” Dark said, and a small chuckle bubbled up from his throat. “I’ll go into that later. But needless to say, it is imperitive that you contain it.”

Anti was studying his black nails, wanting to appear bored- it was kind of fun to annoy Dark. “S̷u̸r̸e̵.̷ ̶W̸h̷a̶t̴e̷v̶e̴r̴.̷”

Dark’s hand grabbed Anti’s wrist and shook it in the air, “You wouldn’t be saying ‘sure whatever’ when the council hUntS you down and chains you in your Void forever, nOw would you?” Dark’s voice was like the crack of a whip, making Anti wince.

“O̴k̵a̵y̵ ̶o̷k̸a̶y̴ ̴I̵ ̶g̴e̷t̸ ̷i̷t̸.̸” Anti sighed, pulling his hand away from his grip.

“I don’t think you do.” Dark disagreed. “No…” He shook his head eerily, his head downcast, face no longer visible as his shoulders shook. “…You like to play games. How do you feel about being played with?” Dark asked, looking up at him with pure black eyes. His face was mere inches away from Anti’s as he placed his hands on his unfocused pupil’s waist- pulling him in tight. Then Dark pressed his lips on his. Anti was blinking rapidly, momentarily paralyzed. When he realized that what was occurring was in fact reality, he let his eyes fall shut. Dark quickly tore away to gawk at him incredulously.

Anti had enjoyed it. Dark was so prepared to be rejected. The awkwardness of it all twisted him up inside. His plan had failed completely.

Anti however was hungry for more- his hands on Dark’s chest, clutching the black fabric there. He quickly leaned in for yet another kiss.

Dark was frigid as he watched him close in, felt their lips brush for the second time. Dark wasn’t having it, and he promptly seized Anti’s wrists. Then shoved Anti away by those wrists.

Anti threw his head back in a guffaw as he stumbled out of reach; his individual voices chattered amongst themselves in their own amazement, I̴ ̷c̸a̵n̷’̵t̵ ̶b̸e̶l̷i̸e̴v̷e̶ ̵y̶o̴u̶ ̴a̷c̵t̴u̵a̶l̸l̵y̶ k̶i̵s̷s̷e̴d̷ ̵m̴e̸.̸”̸ ̴

Dark expression changed to one of animosity, “I can’t believe you actually enjoyed it. I didn’t. I was just trying to prove a point!” Dark quickly said, stumbling over his words as if they were barriers in a losing race.

“S̷u̵r̸e̷ ̵y̸o̵u̴ ̸w̶e̵r̷e̵,̶ ̷d̴a̷r̶k̸y̶.̴” Anti stated, and made finger guns at him, his face still flushed despite having been rejected. Then Anti vanished, leaving Dark to his embarrassment.

Lefou thinks that people have a couple misconceptions about Gaston.

1. People think Gaston is tough, impenetrable, emotionally inept. When actually Gaston can be the most heartfelt person in his own ways. It’s difficult to see, the way his eyes soften and the corners of his lips turn up, the soft breath that escapes in awe of something or someone- but it’s there. You just have to know where to look.

2. People think Gaston is more in love with himself than he could ever be with anyone else, but most of it is just insecurity. Gaston cares so much about his image because he’s afraid of falling short of expectations.

3. People think Gaston is untouchable, unworldly, ethereal. But Lefou has encountered many times Gaston has been the most down-to-earth person he knows. He has a soft core underneath all the pretenses. One of the things Lefou prides himself on is his own ability to touch Gaston where others have been too afraid to- his heart.

And Lefou continues to find more things people don’t understand every day. He loves it. He loves being the person that knows and understands Gaston the most. It makes him feel all the more special.

My Little Princess

♚ MobFell Papyrus X Reader, it’s gonna be straight up textbook Yandere with a little Tsundere if you’re picking up what I’m throwing out that window.

♚ You befriend a tall, edgy, rich skeleton. Everything is great… Until he starts getting pushy. Now bad things are happening to you, and you don’t know why. Why is this happening? Will trusting him make it better? 

♚ So I was reading some headcanons from @skelltales and there was THIS GEM. I loved it so much, I had to write it out.

♚ It’s prolly only gonna be 2 parts.

♚ Just like how Mobtale!Papyrus is more mature than Papyrus, Mobfell!Papyrus is more mature than Underfell!Papyrus.

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Zodiac Preference

Members of this sign has an insatiable desire to climb higher and during this course they can also become selfish and might not hesitate to sacrifice other’s interests in fulfilling their goals.Capricorns may seem risk averse but in reality they carefully plan all their moves ahead and rehearse them to perfection. Zodiac Preference With Personality Traits

Aries: Pros & Cons

Aries have a strong personality. They show strong leadership qualities and are very honest and straight forward. Aries can be deterred by failure and have strong determination.

Aries, they are adventurous, energetic, pioneering, courageous, enthusiastic, dynamic, and quick-witted.

Aries are also selfish, quick-tempered, impulsive, impatient, foolhardy, and Daredevil.

Taurus: Pros & Cons

Taureans are very determined. It’s hard to distract them from their goals.

Taureans, they are patient, reliable, warmhearted, loving, persistent, determined, placid, and loving.

Taureans are also jealous, possessive, resentful, self-indulgent, and greedy.

Gemini: Pros & Cons

Geminis look at a situation from a dual perspective. They are characterized as inconstancy and dual nature. They often stay confused about their feelings, but they are strong communicators.

Geminis, they are adaptable, versatile, communicative, witty, intellectual, eloquent, youthful, and lively.

Geminis are also nervous, tense, superficial, inconsistent, cunning, and inquisitive.

Cancer: Pros & Cons

Cancerians are very emotional people. They often have mood shifts and you can find them having different moods throughout the day. Even though they are emotional they can hide what they are really feeling down under.

Cancerians, they are emotional, loving, intuitive, imaginative, shrewd, cautious, protective and sympathetic.

Cancerians are also changeable, moody, overemotional, touchy, clinging, and unable to let go.

Leo: Pros & Cons

Leos are very warm spirited people. They are always full of energy and always ready to do something. They crave recognition and admiration. Leos want to be the center of the attraction.

Leos, they are generous, warmhearted, creative, enthusiastic, broad-minded, expansive, faithful, and loving.

Leos are also pompous, patronizing, bossy, interfering. dogmatic, and intolerant. 

Virgo: Pros & Cons

Virgos can sense the good and bad and because of that, they are highly discriminating. They are cleanliness freaks. Virgos gets confused about decisions in their life.

Virgos, they are modest, shy, meticulous, reliable, practical, diligent, intelligent, and analytical.

Virgos are also fussy, a worrier, overcritical, harsh, perfectionist, and conservative. 

Libra: Pros & Cons

Librans are active people and have a lot of energy, but that energy runs out early. They are balanced people in body and soul. Librans always want to keep that balance.

Librans, they are diplomatic, urbane, romantic, charming, easygoing, sociable, idealistic, and peaceable.

Librans are also indecisive, changeable, gullible, easily influenced, flirtatious, and self-indulgent

Scorpio: Pros & Cons

Scorpions are interested in study. They hold grudges and wait for the perfect moment to strike. They won’t forget any act of betrayal or treachery. They can be described as egoists.

Scorpions, they are determined, forceful, emotional, intuitive, powerful, passionate, exciting, and magnetic.

Scorpions are also jealous, resentful, compulsive, obsessive, secretive. and obstinate

Sagittarius: Pros & Cons

Sagittarians are optimists. They always look on the positive side of things. Sagittarians often are outdoor people. They love all sports and outdoor activities. They love nature.

Sagittarians, they are optimistic, freedom-loving, jovial, good-humored, honest, straightforward, intellectual, and philosophical. 

Sagittarians are also blindly optimistic, careless, irresponsible, superficial, tactless, and restless.

Capricorn: Pros & Cons

Capricorns have a desire to climb higher and they can become selfish. They won’t hesitate to sacrifice other’s interests for their goals. Capricorns plan ahead and rehearse their plans to perfection.

Capricorns, they are practical, prudent, ambitious, disciplined, patient, careful, humorous, and reserved.

Capricorns are also pessimistic, fatalistic, miserly, and grudging

Aquarius: Pros & Cons

Aquarians are vulnerable and sensitive people. They’re public people and be found at places with others. They’re also great communicators.

Aquarians, they are friendly, humanitarian, honest, loyal, original, inventive, independent, and intellectual.

Aquarians are also intractable, contrary, perverse, unpredictable, unemotional, and detached.

Pisces: Pros & Cons

Pisceans live in their imaginary world. When challenged by reality and return to their world of imagination.

Pisceans, they are imaginative, sensitive, compassionate, kind, selfless, unworldly, intuitive, and sympathetic.

Pisceans are also escapist, idealistic, secretive, vague, weak-willed, and easily led.