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A Long List of Ways to Spiritually Protect Yourself

(Updated from this old list here.)

Shielding is a practice entirely built on your intention–if you want an eternal shield, you can have it. If you believe in your shield, it will be there. There are many ways that are incredibly powerful with just the slightest trust and a little bit of practice. As soon as possible, start to practice shielding and methods of spiritual protection, since practice, along with your intention, will create the most powerful shields. 

Also, you can never shield to much. It’s amazing and very empowering to have layer upon layer of shielding, and the energy and time you put into shielding will really save you a lot of energy and time in the future. Even just walking around, through crowds, cities, etc, drains your energy–negative energy is everywhere, and consciously seeking only the energy for your best and highest good will really, truly, and completely empower you. 

You can shield from anything and everything, just make sure to allow in things for your “best and highest interest/good.” ShCast every shield with this affirmation. This allows what people would consider “negative” emotions to still come through, so you can live a balanced life, since not all emotions that are considered negative actually are. This affirmation effectively only allows things that raise or balance your vibration, and help you to spiritually evolve. It won’t cut you off from anything necessary. Shields themselves will never overwhelm or smother you, since they are meant solely for your needs and will always let in positive energy. Here are some simple methods to begin shielding, but you can always adopt them with your own needs and intentions! Do what works for you, just make sure to shield when practicing spirit or energy work of any sort. 

Robe of White Light:

  • Focus for a moment on calming yourself, and once you have a clear mind, imagine a nice fluffy robe around you (I always imagine one like in the game Journey) made of white and protective light. This is the universe’s energy, and nothing ill can penetrate it once it is surrounding you.
  • It is recommended to repeat once or twice a day to maintain the shielding.
  • You can also use the affirmation of “I call upon a robe of loving and protective white light, knowing that it will protect me from all energy not in my highest interest. This robe protects me with the power of the Universe/Source/God.”

Guardian Protection:

  • Ask your guardian spirits (either aloud or through your mind) to protect you.
  • Always command that the guardians who help that they “come in light.” And if not, say they must leave. You don’t even have to know their name, but if they aren’t here to help, then they shouldn’t be around you. So just command this and all with ill intentions will be forced to leave.
  • Call on them for a need by need basis.

Auric Hardening:

  • Imagine your aura (trust whatever color you see in your mind’s eye), and then imagine it hardening, like it’s calcifying around you. It can get as hard as a rock, or like armor.
  • This can sometimes push away any energy exchanges, so you could feel more distant from positive interactions too. So, it’s best used when a threat is around
  • Usually lasts between 4 hours-2 days, depending on the strength of your intention.

Sigil warding:

  • Draw with a pen, marker, or with the tip of your finger (if you don’t need visible lines) a sigil with the intention of protecting yourself. A sigil is most basically an energetic line (or series of them) with an intention. The lines hold the energy and magnify the intention.
  • Here are examples
  • A post on sigil crafting

Shielding with Intention and the Universe:

  • Calm yourself with a short breathing meditation, then focus on what you intend to shield-yourself, another, or a place.
  • Imagine casting a ball of light towards the designated target, with the intention of allowing the Universe/Source to channel through you and shield whatever you intend to.
  • Just watch and observe as the shield is built, knowing that it is fully fueled by the energy of the Universe and will stay there, and stay strong, until the shield is released consciously by you.
  • You can specify this shield for certain purposes, like to only keep a spirit out, or to keep all negative spirits out.

Reiki Shielding and Protection:

  • In Usui Reiki, there is a technique your Reiki Masters should have taught you about warding and cleansing the room in white light. Channel Reiki energy to do this.
  • If you are attuned to Reiki II, you should know the 1st symbol and that it can be used to stop all energy that is not in your highest good from coming towards you, working as an effective shield when the symbol is called on.
  • You need to be properly attuned to Reiki for this.

Bubble shielding:

  • Similar to the white light or shielding with intention, but focusing on making and empowering a bubble around you.
  • Replenish this as often as possible, since this is dependent on your own care.
  • Can be in an oval or a sphere shape. If this is hard to get a hang of, then try just fitting it a couple inches away from your body, similar to auric hardening.

Waterfall shielding:

  • A bubble shield with the intention of existing on top of an underneath bubble shield. 
  • Focus on this shield and set the intention of having it move around like a waterfall. This way, someone sending negative energy has a very small chance of hitting the same place twice.

Elemental shielding:

All of these are built with a specific intention and visualization of the shield. Time around such element used will strengthen the shield, or a conscious meditation to draw the energy towards you and the shield.

  • Fire shield: Envision burning fire, that will destroy all negative energy/energy not for your highest good, when it tries to enter your energetic space.
  • Water shield: Similar to the waterfall shield, but with the visual of actual water flowing that can wash away all negative debris or toxicity clinging to any form of bubble shield underneath it. 
  • Earth shielding: This one can block off positive energy too, since it works more like a layer of earth around the person. Though, it can also be envisioned to only grow/manifest around you in times of need or when you’re being attacked or faced with negative energy. It can also block your third eye from seeing outside. Earth shielding can also work as a means of grounding you, which doesn’t have negative effects (as long as you don’t neglect your upper chakras). If you ground yourself to the earth, and your are harmed or shaken by negative energy, you can replenish your energy from the earth.
  • Air shielding: Envision a fast current of air around you that sweeps away all negative energy or malevolent beings.
  • Light shielding: A bright white light that totally purifies all energy that contacts it, similar to the robe of white light. Different colored lights can work too, but they all have specific purposes that you should research first.
  • Ether shielding: Sometimes this works like a portal, transporting all malevolent energy to another place in the universe. Just make sure to set the intention that things in your best and highest interest aren’t affected, and that the travel won’t severely harm anyone who is transported by the portal (since sometimes negative energy can come from just someone in a bad mood). 
  • Chaos shielding: Not always considered an element, but with the idea of scattering any negative energy–the sudden increase in entropy raises the vibration to something more positive.
  • Shadow and smoke shielding: Imagining either element around you, mostly for cloaking and making your energy less obvious. This is great for astral projection and spiritual travel when you don’t want to be noticed. You can infuse the energy with an intention of how you want to be perceived, like if a threat comes, then you can suddenly raise this shield and make the smoke cause you to seem dangerous, scaring off the opponent. 

Halo shielding:

  • Imagine a series of halos that spin quickly around you, moving to knock away negative energy if it approaches your space. This can be inside or outside of a bubble or light based shield.

Protection charms and enchanted objects:

  • Work made by you, when you have a lot of experience, in creating a sigil charm or enchanted object meant for protection. This can also be from someone who has passed down a family protection amulet (just research it and bathe it in light to clear any possible negative energy on it), or from an experienced energy worker making protection amulets, charms, or objects. 
  • Some are religiously charged, like crosses, pentagrams, etc. If this matches your belief, your belief will empower it. 

Do you ever shut up?

Desc: Richie Tozier is notorious for having the worlds biggest crush on Y/N, Bill’s older sister. The only problem was the fact that Y/N was in an exclusive relationship with Henry Bowers. Push comes to shove rapidly and soon Y/N is kidnapped by the one and only Pennywise, will they get to her in time?

Pairing: Reader/Richie Tozier

Warning: Harsh language, mentions of sex.

Do you ever shut up?

It was no secret that Richie liked Y/N, everyone knew and no one really cared. In all honestly they simply expected it to be puppy love, something he would outgrow once he saw another hot girl wandering around innocently. But, what they didn’t know was that it wasn’t just puppy love to him. It was more like infatuation, a craving, actual love. Unfortunately, Y/N was off limits, as Bill had said numerous times. That, and she didn’t really think Richie’s jokes were very funny either. She actually found them to be rather rude, ignorant even, but she let it slide. He wasn’t hurting anyone, she didn’t think.

She knew well that Henry Bowers, her exclusive boyfriend, wasn’t the best person in the world. He wasn’t a saint, but who was? Y/N knew that everyone deserved a chance to change, a chance to be happy. But, Henry never seemed to change his ways, he was still the school bully who had children cowering when he walked by, and Y/N was known throughout the school as ‘Henry Bowers Girlfriend.’ She was certain they never called her by name.

It was either that, or ‘Stuttering Bill’s sister’ or even perhaps, 'Georgie Denbrough’s sister, the kid who died.’ Really this had grown to make Y/N very uncomfortable. She was her own person, not just Bill and Georgie’s sister, not just Henry Bowers girlfriend.


At this current moment in time, Y/N was saying her goodbyes to the losers’, having to go home and help her mother with dinner and cleaning for a bit (she was certain it was Bill’s turn, but he argued against it.)

“I’ll buh-be home in a fuh-few hours.” Bill said, as Y/N waved them off and left to go home, fixing her hair as she walked.

”She really looks good from the back, and the front.“ Richie stated, adjusting his large glasses on his nose. This remark didn’t go unnoticed, a series of groans and eyerolls took over for the moment before Beverly stepped in to break the silence.

“Beep beep, Richie.” She said rather sternly, leaning back in her seat, she was rather annoyed at the inappropriate comment but definitely not as annoyed as Bill.

“T-that’s my sister, idiot. Duh-don’t talk about her l-like that.“ Bill stated blandly, clearly uncomfortable with the comment himself, and certain that Y/N would ultimately destroy Richie for a comment like that.

”It’s not my fault she’s hot…“ He paused for a moment, as if thinking it over before starting to speak again. ”And kind, and funny, and sweet, and—“ he was cut off by Stan talking over him.

”Dude, do you actually like her?“ Stan spoke, his voice slightly deeper than the other losers’, which they just expected it was because he was a little older than them.

Richie hadn’t noticed the opened-mouthed gazes that were trained to his face and the wide eyes searching for a hint of a lie. But Richie wasn’t lying. He really did think all those things about Y/N, but he knew the Henry would literally kill him for saying any of it.

“Do you ah-actually like my s-sister, Trashmouth?” Bill asked in utter astonishment, causing Richie to sink into his seat in embarrassment and shrug a little.


It had been three or four days since the losers’ realised that Richie wasn’t just chasing Y/N for her looks and since then it had been tense in the group everytime the two were together. Y/N didn’t really understand why everyone was so quiet whilst they were out, walking along the river bank in the mid afternoon sun. Beverly and Y/N had been talking, but it was low, almost like a whisper as they spoke as if the others would be mortified at their conversation.

It didn’t take long before they had ran into Henry and his group, minus Patrick who had been missing for several days. This utterly let to a panic within the losers’ but they seemed to remain calm, all of which were rather frightened besides Y/N.

“Hey Losers’, if you’re trying to get into her pants–” he stopped speaking to point a finger in Beverly’s direction, Y/N falling unnoticed, “All you have to do is ask nicely like I did.” He spoke with a wicked grin on his face, like something straight out of a thriller movie.

It was clear that the remark hit Beverly hard, but it hit Y/N equally as hard when she realised what he had said. In a fit of rage, Y/N picked up the biggest rock she could find and flung it as hard as she could. Her throw coming out rather well, hitting Henry on the forehead with enough force to draw blood.

“What the fuck!?” Henrys voice sounded from across the new-found battlefield as he chucked another rock back at her but failed to hit her or do any serious damage to anyone else.

”Rock War!“ sounded out from the losers’ side of the river as sudden airborne rocks were flying back and forth.

Even in this instance, Y/N felt like she was having the time of her life. She didn’t really care that after this her and Henry would be over for good, in fact she was incredibly happy about that. A smile spread over her face, even when a rock hit her painfully in the side. She had no idea how her and Bill would explain the deep purple bruises to their parents later, but she didn’t care anymore. This felt like a new beginning to her, she felt more welcome with the losers’ than she ever had with Henrys obnoxious clique.

She felt alive!

Once the final rocks were thrown, Henrys gang started to back up a bit, having suffered the most.

“Yeah! That’s right! Fuck off and go back to blowing your dad!“ Richie shouted from their spot a few meters away. There was a silence for a moment.

“And stay away from my girl!” He finished with, and Y/N didn’t care a single bit.


The bruises took several days to heal, turning from purple to a bluish shade, to a deep red and vanishing entirely. Y/N and Bill had been interrogated by their parents once they got home, but they simply smiled at each other and answered with blatant lies. Once their parents had bought it, the siblings it would be best to stay inside till the bruises healed once and for all.

Y/N sat by the window, the rain pattering against the glass in an almost rhythmic pattern. Her fingers followed the small drops as they raced down the glass, and she rested her head against the cool window. Looking out into the street she was almost certain she had seen a flash of yellow and red running by, and when she looked again she found herself staring at a small newspaper boat, with ’S.S Georgie’ scrawled messily along the side. Tied to it floated a red balloon which carried it with ease down the street as a little boy ran after it in a yellow slicker and red galoshes.

Y/N couldn’t believe her eyes, a sense of delight washing over her as she pulled on her fushia coloured rain coat and ran outside, slamming the door behind herself and chased the small boy down the street, calling out 'Georgie? Georgie!’ every time she got the chance. Deep down, a small part of her understood that Georgie wasn’t actually coming home, that he was almost definitely killed. But, she couldn’t help with hope and pray to God that this was Georgie by some convenience.

She ran after the child with every inch of energy in her body but he always seemed just out of reach, that was until she rounded the corner and came face to face with something she dreaded the most. A clown. A clown with a twisted grin on his makeup clad face. She suppressed a scream, her hand to her mouth and her teeth digging into the side of her pale skin. She noticed the one-armed boy standing behind the clown with his boat in his hands and recognised him as her brother. And then everything went black.


She awoke soon after, still face to face with the God-awful clown that she hated ever so much, yet this time there was no Georgie and this didn’t seem like the upper ground of Derry anymore. In fact, it seemed more like the sewers, and her suspicion didn’t go astray. She was shaking, her hands and knees trembling and her bottom lip quivering as if holding back tears, but she slapped on a confident expression.

“Why are you doing this?” She cried out at last, only to be met with a bizarre smile and a finger pressed to the clowns lips. She stopped speaking just long enough to hear the thudding of someone walking along the sewer pipes, then it came to sound like a group of people.

Y/N wanted to cry, she wanted to scream and tell them to go back and leave her here. To save themselves from their independent doom, but she couldn’t. She simply found herself in an utter trance, staring into the clowns eyes, that was until the losers’ burst into the sewer baring what seemed to be weapons of some sort or another.

“Fucking clowns..” Richie spoke through gritted teeth before they each took their fair share of clown beating till the monster clawed its way away from them, leaving Y/N dazed and confused before spotting the rather bloody, bruised, and ridiculous looking group of teenagers.

Y/N had never been so pleased, she ran forward and incased Bill in the worlds tightest hug, muttering apologies and thank you’s for what seemed like forever.

“Hey! I was the one who figured out where you were and what had happened.” Richie fummed unhappily, rather jealous that he didn’t receive the same attention as her brother did.

“Well then thank you too, Trashmouth.” Y/N laughed as she pulled him into an equally tight hug, an endless smile on her face.

“Really it was nothing, could have…would have done it anyday for you Y/N, It wasn’t that big a deal I mean anyone could have done it–” Richie proceeded to boast, gaining a playful eyeroll from Y/N.

“Beep beep Richie.” She stated simply, gaining a strange look from Richie before she pressed her lips to his, and for a moment Richie could have sworn his heart completely stopped.

Once she had pulled away, both were red faced and flustered, though Richie was so close to passing out it was almost unreal. He simply couldn’t say another word besides 'Awesome!’, and honestly Y/N was sure everyone else in the room groaned in annoyance at the sudden display of affection.

Y/N couldn’t have been happier.

{For the lovely Anon who sent me four different asks with so much detail, I absolutely loved writing this!

I hope this is good enough for you! Please keep in mind I haven’t proof read it so there may be some grammar or spelling mistakes throughout, I’m so very sorry. Also, I’m not sure how long it is, so I apologise if it’s too short!}

I fucked up the tiiiiimeliiiine~~ Lmao the timeline can just go fuck off I guess. Don’t worry. This isn’t the last we’ve seen of Thor.

Thor was monstrous in size, with a thick, golden mane like threads of actual gold. His paws were large enough to crush a grown man without even involving his claws, and whatever humans didn’t get crushed under them were body-checked into the walls, which were still live with lightning. The electricity made his mane stand on end, and it should have looked comical, but he just looked even more terrifying.

He’d scooped Tony and Yinsen up in his teeth like kittens and carried them out of the cave. The change from cold and damp to hot and arid made Tony’s teeth ache. He could hear Yinsen, babbling something—they were probably prayers. But who wouldn’t pray when they were literally hanging out of a monster’s mouth?

Yinsen wouldn’t remember. He’d think it was a storm, a short, an explosion—anything but what had really happened. Thor had made sure of it. Tony had begged—Yinsen had kept him alive, kept him sane, it wasn’t fair that he wouldn’t remember. But Thor had calmly explained that most humans could not handle the truth, that monsters were real—and not everyone was as clever as Tony was.

Tony clung to Thor’s back and shivered as the monster trotted further out into the sand. Yinsen had been left near a town where he could get help, but Thor had insisted on taking Tony with him. He’d been too tired, sore, and thirsty to argue.

“Here,” Thor said, like he’d decided something. He knelt. “Dismount, child.”

“’m not a child,” Tony mumbled petulantly, but obediently slid down onto the ground, the monster’s silky fur slipping through his hands like water.

Thor looked at him, somewhat fond. “Even your oldest human is yet a child in comparison to me, Anthony.”

Tony blinked up at him blearily, rubbing his eyes to try and block out the haze. “Are you leaving me? Why couldn’t you leave me with Yinsen?”

“I could not be certain you would not insist on telling him the truth again. Most humans cannot handle that, Anthony.” Thor smiled, and his teeth were long and sharp beneath his lips. “You must be special, Anthony, for Loki to reach out to me for help.”

Tony blinked up at him again. “Loki?”

“Yes, Loki, my dear brother,” Thor chortled.

“What,” Tony said, either too dehydrated or, more likely, too baffled to understand the link between a white deer and this golden, leonine creature. “How did—”

“I leave you here, Anthony,” Thor boomed, and then there was a crash of thunder, a flash of lightning, and the monster was gone. There weren’t even any paw prints.

“…You left me in the desert,” Tony told the air.

But he wasn’t going to get anywhere just standing there like an idiot. He shielded his eyes from the sun as he looked up at a dune. He might be able to see something from there. He started trudging toward it.

Tony didn’t notice that Rhodey had been approaching, and he yelled and flailed when an arm wrapped around his waist, elbowing his friend in the cheek.

Rhodey didn’t even mind, which meant it was like being elbowed by a baby bird. “Next time,” he said sternly. “You ride with me.”

“Okay,” Tony said, unashamed of how tearful he sounded.

Rhodey  tightened his grip around his waist. “I got you, man. We’re gonna get you home.”

Pepper and Obadiah brought Tony home. The monsters would have wondered why they had instead of whoever Loki had sent for, but they were just too happy to have him back. It was irritating that they had to hide in the shadows and wait to greet him. Obadiah always set their teeth on edge, though, and Pepper… Pepper always sighed when she saw them.

“What is that?” Steve whispered, jerking his elbow into Bucky’s side. “Bucky, what is that?”

“What’s what?” Bucky asked, then grunted when Steve elbowed him again. “Ow!”

Steve pointed. “Look!”

Bucky grumbled to himself, rubbing his side and cursing Steve’s pointy elbows. He frowned when he finally saw the glowing blue light under Tony’s shirt. Sometimes Steve saw things on different frequencies if he wasn’t focusing. He wondered what the light was, but was too distracted by worrying. Tony had been gone a month, and looked it, the way his clothes hung too loosely on him and his eyes were sunken in his face, with deep bruises under each eye.

He hoped at least Obadiah left soon. He wondered what he should feed Tony.

Obadiah left, and Pepper chased Tony to the bathroom when he took off at a sprint.

Steve slithered after them, peering into the bathroom. “Everything alright?”

“The doctors told him a cheeseburger would be too much,” Pepper sighed, gently rubbing Tony’s back as he heaved his stomach contents into the toilet. “Hi, Steve.”

Natasha dropped from the ceiling and onto Steve, ignoring his offended noise as she slammed his upper body into the ground. “Is he okay?”

Pepper grimaced. “Ehm… Kinda?”

“Kinda,” Clint repeated, filling the doorway. “What’s kinda mean?”

“…He’s alive,” Pepper decided.

Tony sat up straight, gasping for breath, making concerning little wheezing noises. Then he bent forward to puke again, sobbing quietly.

Steve sat up so fast that he sent Natasha flying into the bathtub. He ignored her cursing and threats to slither up beside the boy, placing his hands on his ribs gently. “Tony, it’s okay. You’re home. We’ve got you.”

“Hurts,” Tony whispered.

Steve pretended that didn’t make him want to panic. “Where does it hurt, honey?”


Steve slumped a little, stroking the brunet’s sides helplessly. “I can’t help with that.”

Pepper reached out to touch his shoulder and proved how far she’d come in accepting them by not flinching when her skin met his scales. “I don’t think anyone can help with that, Steve.”

“Is he done puking? Give him to me,” Clint ordered, holding his wings out. Natasha wet a washcloth in the tub to wipe Tony’s face with before Steve handed him over. Clint bundled the human into his wings, hiding all but the toes of his shoes and a little bit of his hair. He turned and hopped gently out of the bathroom, being careful not to jostle him. “This is mine now.”

“What the fuck, Clint?!” Steve called after him, and he would have followed, but Pepper’s hand was still on his shoulder, which was very unusual. He turned toward her, frowning. “…Ms. Potts?”

Natasha paused from clambering out of the bathtub. “What’s wrong?”

“Tony was… injured,” Pepper explained slowly, trying to find the right words. “He almost died. Should have, really.”

“…But he’s alright now,” Natasha said, more statement than question, but open-ended enough to be corrected.

“He’s… alive,” she repeated. “When he was attacked in Afghanistan, he was hit with shrapnel from a bomb. In the chest.”

Natasha unconsciously covered her own chest. “That’s where all your important bits are.”

Pepper stared at her for a moment. “…Yes. Especially the heart.”

“Something’s wrong with Tony’s heart?” Steve asked quickly, alarmed.

“Yes,” she said softly. “It—you need to understand. He should have died. It’s a miracle that he’s here. But that miracle cost him.”

Steve squirmed. “Is that why he was throwing up?”

“He was throwing up because he’d been eating a handful of rice for a meal for a month and decided he was okay eating a goddamn cheeseburger,” Pepper snapped, then sighed and closed her eyes. “…I’m sorry. That was uncalled for.”

“It’s okay. We know Tony has poor decision-making skills,” Natasha offered.

Pepper sighed again. “Thanks. No, Steve. He has an electromagnet in his chest keeping shrapnel from tearing up his heart.”

“But he’s gonna be okay,” Steve tried, falling silent when Pepper just stared at him somberly and shook her head. “…But… why?”

Pepper took a deep breath. “Steve, the shrapnel is in his chest, it should have killed him on his third day in Afghanistan. We don’t… we don’t have a way to remove the shrapnel. Not without killing him anyway.”

“…What the fuck!” Steve snarled, jerking away from her. “What good is all your medicine if it doesn’t work?!”

“Steve,” Pepper began, but he slithered out of the bathroom, so fast that his scales scraped the tiles. “…Does he think that I don’t wish there was a way to help Tony?”

Natasha reached out to put one of her hands on the human’s shoulder, then thought better of it. Her prickly hairs irritated Pepper’s skin. “I understand, Ms. Potts. Steve… Steve and Bucky are always going to be more invested. They can remember when Tony was just a baby. I think sometimes they believe he’s still that helpless.”

Pepper tilted her head thoughtfully. “…I do not believe for a minute that Tony was ever helpless, even as a baby.”

“Bucky says that Tony nearly tore his ear off when he didn’t want to go to sleep for the night.”

Pepper huffed out a tired laugh. “That sounds about right.”

“Broth,” Bucky said, trotting into the den, and then paused when he saw Clint rocking back and forth on the back of the couch. “…He needs something in his stomach, Clint.”

“You can’t have him,” Clint snarled.

Bucky was about to snarl back, but then he noticed that Clint’s words had lacked his usual snarky bite. He approached the other monster carefully. “Clint. Steve said he vomited. He needs something in his stomach.”

Clint was still and silent for a moment before he drew his wings down just enough to expose Tony’s head, tucked safely beneath his chin. “You can’t have him.”

“Clint what the—” Bucky began angrily, then paused. “…This is about the blue light, isn’t it.”

You can’t have him.


“They can’t take him back!”

Bucky closed his mouth, biting back the retort he’d had ready. “…Clint, do you think that’s a tracking device on his chest?”

Clint started rocking back and forth again.

“It’s not,” Bucky told him gently. “Steve told me it’s not. And he got the information from Ms. Potts. You know Ms. Potts doesn’t have the patience to lie.”

Clint shifted his grip on the human, loosening a little. “…Then what is it?”

“It’s a… magnet?” Bucky frowned. “It… keeps shrapnel from a bomb from killing him.”

Clint unwrapped one wing enough to carefully run his taloned fingers through Tony’s hair. “So they can’t find him?”

“No, Clint,” Bucky answered softly. “And even if they could, we’re here, aren’t we? We won’t let them take Tony again.”

“Petting me,” Tony murmured after a moment, nuzzling under Clint’s chin again, and seemed to sink deeper into his feathers. “Nice.”

Bucky stepped closer, putting a hand on Clint’s shoulder to stop his rocking. “Tony, honey? I made some broth for you. You wanna drink some?”

Tony was silent for a moment, then extracted his hand from Clint’s feathers just far enough to close his fingers around the mug. He paused with the mug pressed to his chin until Clint raised his wings again and hid him from view.

Bucky wanted to smile when the empty mug was thrust out of the sea of purple feathers, but then he remembered the light in Tony’s chest, the way Clint had been protecting him and fearing that someone would track Tony down. Clint sometimes got like this, on edge, and they could never tell what exactly triggered it, but clutching Tony in the safety of his wings always seemed to calm him down eventually.

He glanced up as Hulk lumbered into the room, tensing up a little when the giant monster reached out both hands toward Clint. He relaxed again when Hulk simply scooped Clint and Tony up in his hands like they were a delicate flower.

“Hulk worried,” Hulk said, stroking down Clint’s back with one broad thumb. “Glad you’re home.”

Tony’s head poked up out of Clint’s wings again. “I’m glad I’m home too, Hulk.”

Hulk’s lips quirked upward into a small smile. “Troublemaker.”

“That’s me,” Tony said tiredly. “…’m sorry.”

“Sleep,” Hulk ordered, so gently that it was jarring in and of itself.

Tony made a small noise of agreement and ducked back under Clint’s wings.

Clint shuffled his grip, hopping up one of Hulk’s arms to perch on his shoulder. “This is mine now. I live here.”

Hulk rolled his eyes.

“Surprised Loki isn’t in here gloating about how he helped save Tony,” Bucky said after a minute, looking around.

Clint frowned, rubbing his cheek over the top of Tony’s head. “He saw the light and freaked the fuck out. Well, as much as a guy like him does. He beat it real quick. …’s kinda why I thought… I mean…”

Bucky tilted his head. “That it might be something to track him with?”

“…Yeah.” Clint adjusted his grip on the boy. “Like I knew he was fast because deer are, but… man, he barely cleared the door, he leapt so far.”

“Weird,” Bucky mumbled. But Loki was usually weird anyway.

Hulk grunted and sat down, much more carefully than he usually did so as not to jostle Clint and Tony. “Puny monster.”

“…You are literally the only person who thinks that but okay,” Bucky told him.

Natasha raised her eyebrows when she found Loki huddled in the library. “Surprised you’re not out gloating about helping to save Tony.”

“That—” Loki began, then stopped. “…That was not natural.”

She tilted her head, frowning. “…What?”

“Having—having a cylinder of flesh missing.” Loki put a hand over his chest. “Human hearts are… are delicate. I cannot believe—they should have just let him die.

Natasha disagreed, but she understood. Humans were quite ill-suited to injury. They were squishy, didn’t have leathery skin or scales to protect them. Many times Natasha had come upon dying soldiers and put them out of their misery before the cold or wildlife got to them. She even felt sorry for them sometimes, but often help was too far away to get to them in time.

“Tony has shown a worrying propensity to live if only to spite people,” Natasha said after a moment. “And I doubt that will ever change.”

“Horrifying,” Loki said. “Disgusting. I may vomit.”

Natasha fought not to smile. “You like him!”

“I am definitely going to vomit.”

Natasha stopped fighting, grinning under the other monster’s glare. “You like him.”

“I am going to vomit on you.”

Natasha let out a short laugh. “You think Tony hasn’t already done that? Whatever you vomit on me will never be as bad as beer and chili-cheese dogs.”

Loki actually looked a little green at hearing that.

Nesta and Cassian reading each other’s tells gives me life and brings about a multitude of feels.

Something must have shown on her face, in her scent.

Because his annoyance vanished—no, it shifted. Into something else, something … Rage.

That’s what stilled Cassian’s face.

Pure, burning rage.

It robbed her of breath, of any sort of sense that she might indeed have the upper hand as he ground out, “Who.”

“I was busy,” Cassian said, not taking his focus off Nesta as she studied the swollen wrist. How she’d detected it through the armor… She must have read it in his eyes, his stance.

Voltron Powers Headcanon [Part 5]

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Shiro was a tired person.

He was tired of fighting off nightmares, tired of dealing with Zarkon and his army, tired in general, even though his robotic arm never seemed to wear out, and tired of having to separate Keith and Lance whenever their spats got to be too much.

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in modern aus i usually see jack as being super athletic and surprisingly strong bc he does parkour and mixed martial arts and shit


Stinging caterpillars: not a fan

I like insects a lot, and particularly like caterpillars.  They are interesting, and changeable, and full of possibility.  But I have finally found a caterpillar I do not like… the Mesquite Stinger.

In early September, we went walking near Tombstone and I noticed that the acacia bushes along the way were covered in these yellowish caterpillars.  They looked fuzzy early on, then spiny as they grew bigger.

I don’t generally touch spiny-looking caterpillars, because I know they can sting (though I’ve never had a problem of that sort before).  I didn’t intend to touch any of these, but one of them touched me.

A small one, like the one in the first photo, must have brushed against my pants and stuck to the fabric.  And when I got down to take picture of something on the ground, my upper arm pressed against the little monster.

It felt like a bee sting at first, and then like a burn.  A welt appeared immediately.  Over the next couple of hours, the swelling went down.  But the spot turned purple and eventually the skin peeled off.  I could still see a small pink scar three weeks later.

The moral of the story?  Do not touch the horrible stinging caterpillars.  But if you ever find that you’re about to be reincarnated as a caterpillar, do your best to come back as one of these. 

No one with any sense will mess with you twice. 


The lights appeared out of the darkness. The glow of the teams bayards, suits, and now eyes cut sharply through the inky blackness of the castle. The castle had cut power suddenly after the intruder alarms started going off. Obviously, the Paladins had reacted quickly to the alarm and started searching the castle when shit really hit the fan. First was Pidge, and then Hunk; disappearing into the darkness and then reappearing attacking their fellow teammates. “What’s going on?!” Keith yelled, dodging Hunks cannon.
“It must be the work of the intruder.” Shiro replied, just as Pidge’s cord wrapped around his arm and jerked him into the darkness as well.
Strong arms wrapped around Keith’s torso and he was also being pulled backwards. “LANCE, YOU HAVE TO HIDE!”
That was the last thing he heard from any of them before he dove into one of the vents. He covered his mouth with his hands and tried to calm down his frantic heartbeat. This wasn’t where he wanted to be, but it was better than nothing.
He could see the glow in the distance, firmly closing his eyes. His body wouldn’t stop shaking, he felt like  he was in a horror movie and he was the main character. He could hear everything, but he didn’t dare to open his eyes. The footsteps were getting closer and closer, finally passing him when they suddenly stopped.
Almost instantly, the harsh glow was right in front of his face. Still bright behind his closed lids. He let out a shaky breath, feeling tears spring from the corners of his eyes. He braced himself against the metal as he slowly opened his eyes, only to be greeted by an unnervingly wide smiled Keith in front of the grate peering in. “I found you.” He whispered.
Lance’s eyes widened in horror, a small squeak leaving him. He pressed backwards as Keith begun tearing at the grate covering, the same horrifying smile on his face. “No,” Lance whispered, “get away from me.”
The grate flung to the floor as the rest of the team crowded around the vent, also peering in at him. “Get away from me!” He screamed, retreating as far back as he could, but still within reach of Keith.
He had to get out of there. Looking back towards the opening to took as deep a breath as he could. He folded his legs as close to him as possible, propelling him out of the opening and hitting Keith out of the way at the same time. He scrambled up off the floor and started running blindly down the hallway, barely being able to dodge around corners in the dark.
He slowed to a stop pressing himself into the wall. Sweat stung his eyes as he wiped his face with his shirt, hands still heavily trembling. “This can’t be happening.” He whispered, in a quivering voice, “this can’t be happening.”
His hands were clammy, it felt disgusting.
He froze. The voice was breathy, almost like it was right next to him; but he couldn’t see the telling glow from before.
He clamped his hands over his ears, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood. He took another shaky breath in. He had to stop whoever this intruder was and get his family back to normal. “I smell the blood, Lance!” A different voice boomed, penetrating the quiet air.
He jumped up, his heart beating out of control again. He’d never felt fear like this before in his life. “Think! Where would whoever have to be hiding out?”
His eyes snapped open in realization. “The only place they could be is the hangers. We swept all the other areas.”
He turned ready to sprint the rest of the way.
“Found you.” Shiro stated, his eyes glowing ominously.
Lance swallowed hard, activating his bayard. “I don’t want to hurt you!” He shouted, running forward and dodging Shiro’s grip.
“Shame,” Hunk added, appearing around the next corner and body slamming him against the wall.
“It would be interesting if you actually caused some harm to your friends,” Pidge said, patting down his hair from where he was trembling on the ground.
He coughed as he struggled to his feet, shooting off a few rounds at the wall wanting to scare them off a bit. He realized he was strongly mistaken when a muscular body tackled him from behind. “I’m so close.”
Shiro flipped him on his back, holding him down with the heel of his boot. “Lance, you really need to stop running-.”
Fear gripped Lance like a vice, unable to move up off of the floor. His heel was lifted off the ground slightly by Shiro putting his other boot underneath of it. The weight lifted off his torso and trailed down to the same leg. “Or I’ll need to do,” He put his full strength down on the bone, a dull snap accompanying his shriek of agony. “this.”
He looked at Lance’s tear stained face in thought, “Well, I guess I got too ahead of myself there.” He laughed.
Lance flipped onto his stomach, sobbing as pain shot up his leg. He clawed at the ground, fighting to drag himself away. He propelled himself with his good leg, his finger nails already chipping and bleeding from the metal floor. “I guess we have to make the other one match.” Hunk stated, easily walking beside him.
“Hunk! No!” Lance screamed, clawing at the hand that was already lifting his shin horizontally to Hunk’s knee.
Another snap and he was back to screaming at the top of his lungs.
“Well, he’s useless now.” Pidge growled.
The rest turned to her. “Let’s find the Princess and advisor.” She ordered.
Her head snapped back to peer at Lance. He stared back from the ground, his eyes wide and glassy. She smirked, following after the rest of the team.
With a trembling hand he grabbing his dropped bayard and clipping it to his back.
“The door’s too far for me to reach now.”
He could see the glow of the key pad down the hall of him. “Let alone be able to open the doors.”
He glanced around him. A vent to the left of him, only about 15 feet ahead of him. “I can do it.” He whispered, raising his upper body off the ground. He begun dragging his body down the corridor, his armour making a quiet scraping sound. He cringed and bit his lip, but continued anyways. His arms already quaked with exhaustion. He tore the grate off and dragged himself inside. He dropped to the ground again, his muscles sore. “I just need to get to the other side,” he reassured himself.
He dragged himself further until he could see the same glow that came from the Paladins before. He unconsciously started shaking again, tears pricking his eyes as he continued forward until he was right next to the grate. Standing in the middle of the all the lions was a tall figure, surrounded by glowing orbs. They had a dark cloak draped over top of them, a strange mix between a ghost and witch almost.
He unhooked his bayard and activated the rifle, aiming through the sight. His finger hovered gently over the trigger, when it turned and looked at him. He sharply inhaled, stopping his movements. “You’re back.” It gargled, “You’re back!”
It started towards him at alarming speed, startling Lance back to his senses. “NO!” He screamed, firing off two shots.
One grazed the top of its head, the other one landing dead between its eyes. I stilled before falling to the ground, the orbs disappearing.
He dropped his head to the cold metal, breathing harshly.
It wasn’t long before the power returned and the lights turned on.
That’s when he heard the familiar footsteps of the team. He shuddered once again covering his mouth to keep his breathing quiet. He quaked as he quietly sobbed.
The doors slid open as they all filed in the hanger. “That’s the one that broke in?” Keith questioned.
“Yes,” Allura replied, “and from what we could gather from what you told us, she was controlling you.”
“She was shot, so it had to be Lance so where is he?”
He held his breath at the mention of his name. “Well, you already said that you told him to hide didn’t you?” Pidge added, “and judging from where she was shot he’s probably in-.”
There was a pause, “there.”
His eyes widened, with the way his legs were he wouldn’t be able to move backwards anymore. He was trapped.
“Lance?” Pidge yelled running over and pulling the other grate off, “come out its over.”
She peered in, locking eyes with his. He clenched his jaw, and squeezed his eyes shut. “Please,” he begged, “leave me alone.”
His brain had shut down. He was clammy and drenched in a cold sweat. His glassy eyes sent a shiver through them. “Lance, what happened?” Shiro asked, his voice staggered.
“My legs,” His voice dead, “you broke my legs.”  

The Note Tree ❋ L.H. Pt.6

Part S I X 

Summary: A cherry blossom tree, residing at the farthest part of the schools courtyard. Nobody dwelled there, and you didn’t care much for it. Until you kept hearing one song played over and over, with lyrics changed to touch at your curiosity. They knew you were listening, and one day you gave in and made your way to the pink tree. Waiting for you, a series of notes tied to a single strand of string.

Word Count: 4.5k+

AN: hAPPy fOURTH you guys (to whoever celebrates it, that is.) i hope you all have a good day today, disregarding of the holiday. i hope you enjoy this part and get it to 100 notes so we can flip out over 7. take care, stay safe, and be rad xx 

Parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty.

I M A G I N E 

Saturday (Almost 1:00 A.M.)

“Why am I doing this?” You groaned, despising the agreement you had made with Luke. 

You were outside the venue, L8, with the girls waiting with you. Of course it wasn’t a school night, so you allowed yourself to be just a little exposed. Your torso was hugged lovingly by a tube top, flaunting your cleavage as well as the evident collarbones by your neck. Over it was a denim jacket with wisps of wide from scratches and rips. Your legs were covered by gray leggings with converse swallowing your feet. 

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Bakugo Katsuki x Reader: Domestic Life

Requested: Bakugo Katsuki
Theme: Domestic Life
Sections: Morning, Afternoon, Evening, Night.

My sister actually requested this for me to write. It was really fun! I hoped I captured Bakugo’s personality.

- Ai


Morning with Kacchan:

It’s 10 AM in the morning and your eyes fluttered open to the sound of Bakugo shifting his body closer to yours. He was sound asleep, a soft grunt leaving him as his arm around your waist tightened. You hummed softly into his embrace. A smile growing upon your face as you felt the heat from his body surround you. You felt safe and warm in his arms. Under the covers, your legs tangled up with his and your hand traced down his side, feeling his slender but muscular frame underneath your fingertips. You looked up at his face, gazing upon the peaceful and almost innocent expression. It amazed you how innocent Bakugo can look while in dreamland. Sometimes you can’t even recognize him without his furrowed brows and frown. You softly giggled to yourself and pressed your lips upon Bakugo’s before burying your face in his neck. Knowing that Bakugo is probably going to sleep until the afternoon, you knew you wanted to stay in his arms until then. But…

Your phone that was squished between you and Bakugo lit up and vibrated. You slightly pulled away from Bakugo to pick up your phone and looked at it. You let out a soft sigh as the words “Breaking News!” was on the screen. You knew it wouldn’t be long until a villain interrupted your peace but first thing in the morning?

“Duty calls.” You mumbled as you pulled away from your husband and got up. It didn’t take long for you to put on your hero suit. And before you rushed out to save the morning, you landed a kiss on Bakugo’s head. You could’ve sworn you heard him grumble something in response.

Afternoon with Kacchan:

In the afternoons, Bakugo is just filled with fire and energy. It’s the time when he’s most active and if he isn’t out there blowing up villains, then he’s probably at home blowing you up in ways you’ll like. But right now, Bakugo is lounging on his couch with a remote in his hand. He’s flipping through channels without giving the shows a chance to impress him. He always seemed to watch the same shows and if he watches anything new, it’s because you brought up his habit of watching the same old shows. You just walked into the living room with a plate of cheese and crackers until suddenly, a loud boom went off and smoke was coming from Bakugo’s hand.

“Kacchan! Not again!” You were startled from the sound and it made your plate fall to the wooden floor underneath you. Bakugo just sighed and he threw the melted and busted up remote on the ground. He just blew up the remote!

“There’s never anything on this damn TV.” He growled.

“Well, what do you expect when you only watch three shows out of the thousands?” You kneeled down to pick up your plate and the crackers. You were so looking forward to devouring this. You walked back to the kitchen to make yourself another plate but before that, you pulled out one of the drawers of the counters. It was a drawer filled with remotes. “You’re lucky I ordered a ton of remotes!” You yelled from the kitchen. Bakugo really needed to stop breaking these remotes. You took one and placed them on the counter before beginning to gather your cheese and crackers on a new plate. You soon joined Bakugo on the couch and he was sitting there with a grumpy expression on his face. As soon as you scooted closer to him, his arm instinctually went around your shoulders.

“This time, I’ll pick a show.” You said and it made Bakugo curse under his breath. “Since you broke the remote, as punishment, you have to sit through one of my crappy soap operas!”

Evening with Kacchan:

Bakugo always comes alive every time he’s in a fight. It was like the tamed lion finally rebelled and escaped his wretched cage. He wasn’t the typical heroic type of hero, he added his own charm to it.

“You want to lose both your arms, huh?! Keep struggling!” Bakugo yelled with a sadistic smirk on his lips. He was restraining a villain on the ground until the cops arrive. He held the villain’s arms tightly against his back with one hand and his knee. His other hand was hanging above the villain’s head as the sparks flew through his fingers. The villain grunted painfully, beads of sweat rolled down the sides of his face as the heat from Bakugo’s hand grew painfully close.

“Wait! Wait! Wait! A-Aren’t you worried about your little friend over there…?” Bakugo glanced at your direction. He saw you sitting on ground, holding the wound on your arm as blood slid down your skin. You were panting slightly and staring at the both of them. You couldn’t believe you’ve gotten yourself injured. It wasn’t like you at all. It was right before Bakugo captured him. The villain can change his hands into knives and as he was attacking, he caught you off guard and sliced you right on the arm. The onlookers gasped when you dropped to the ground, holding your wound to stop the blood from running. You were about to get up to rejoin the fight but Bakugo had already restrain him.

With his question, the villain tried to direct Bakugo’s attention elsewhere. He tried to free himself by lifting his upper body off the ground but he instantly got slammed back against the pavement.

“Do you think I give a shit?” Bakugo grabbed the villain’s head and pulled it back. “I think what you should be worried about is whether I blow you to fucking pieces!”

“Maybe instead of giving you to the police, I’ll end you right now!” He began to rock the villain’s head side to side tauntingly. “You want that!? Huh!?” The villain began to plead for his life, apologizing to Bakugo as his eyes blurred with tears.

Who exactly is the villain here? You questioned as you watched the scene unfold. Luckily, the police came shortly after and took the villain away from Bakugo. The villain seemed very relieved at the fact that he was away from him. You stood up from the ground and sighed softly, finally glad that it’s over. Bakugo came by your side, you can tell he was a little agitated at what happened. More importantly upset at that fact that…

“We can’t even go out to get a burger because of these stupid villains…” He grumbled.

“We can get some burgers after we report to the agency.” You smiled softly.

“What? No. Fuck the agency.” He grabbed your hand and started to lead you towards the direction of home, ignoring any sort of protests you made.

Night with Kacchan:

Bakugo rushed you home after the incident that happened in town. He pulled you through the house and into the bedroom that the two of you shared. He guided you to the bed and then disappeared into the en-suite bathroom. You didn’t understand why Bakugo was in such a hurry to get home. Especially since you needed to report to the agency on what happened. You sighed softly as you sat on the bed, running your fingers through your hair. You flinched as you now noticed the throbbing pain on your left arm.

“Oh yeah…” You mumbled as you looked at your wound, blood was still dripping from it and sliding down your arm. Bakugo left the bathroom and in his hands was a first aid kit. He sat beside you and began to treat your wound. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the intense glare he had when he dabbed the cotton ball soaked in disinfectant on your wound. The stinging pain it caused didn’t compare to the joy you felt in your heart as you watched Bakugo struggle to treat you.

“What the hell is so funny?” You smiled as his glare was now reflected in your eyes. He rubbed cream on your wound and when he was done, he reached for the bandages in the box.

“I thought you didn’t give a shit?” You teased, poking his knee with your finger.

“Just shut up.” He began to wrap your arm in bandages as you heard him grumble under his breath. “Of course, I give a shit.” He tied off the bandage and started to pack away the first aid supplies in the box. He got up and returned it back to the bathroom. When he came back, he found you lying on your side, smiling softly at him as you watched him joined you.

With a grunt, he landed next to you. “I’m beat.”

“Yeah, it’s been a long day.” You shifted closer to him. The warmth radiating from Bakugo’s body almost cradled you to sleep. He was always so warm like he was your own personal heater. You closed your eyes and surrendered yourself to his heat.

“Oi, you sleeping?” You felt a hand on your hip shake you. You opened your eyes and saw red ones staring back at yours.

“Hm, I just nodded off for a bit.” You hummed softly as you stretched your arms over your head and fell onto your back.

“Good.” You felt the bed suddenly dipped around you and found Bakugo’s red eyes staring at you from above. A smirk was upon his face as he lowered himself closer to you, both of your lips centimeters away. “Cause I ain’t done treating you yet.”

You raised an eyebrow. Your own lips mirrored his smirk. You might as well succumbed to his “treating” even though you were feeling kind of tired. It was the least you can do since things really didn’t go Bakugo’s way today. Your lips barely brushed his when you spoke. “Oh really?” You lifted your legs from under him and wrapped them around his waist. You brought a hand to caress his cheek and it only made the smirk on his face grow wider.

“Hell yeah…” With a lustful inhale of breath, Bakugo smashed his lips into yours.


Badab e Surt | Iran (by Mojtaba Shadman Rad)

This beautiful red like mineral spring is located between Semnan and Sari near a village which is named Malkhast. These beautiful colors are because of several different mineral salts like iron and calcium salts that are surely in the way where water comes up from the source reservoir under the ground. Upper pressure and temperature of water inside the reservoir than the surface leads to crystallization of salts during cooling and specific location of spring against the local winds has made such a different small pools.

margoteve  asked:

psst and maybe 9 for kacchako?

9. things you said when I was crying for kacchako (WOW OUCH OMG)

we’ll call this some kind of urban fantasy/war AU thing?

Ochako refuses to cry. She holds her broken arm close to her side and does not cry as she drags Katsuki behind a piece of broken concrete that’s jutting into the air. It’s not the most defensible position and she doesn’t have the time to put any real wards around it but none of that matters because Katsuki is suspiciously still and silent. Katsuki is almost never silent, it’s like a law of the universe.

She tries not to drop him too heavily as she lets his upper body hit the ground. Carefully, so that she doesn’t jarr her arm too much, Ochako crouches over Katsuki and brushes his bangs out of his face. Normally they stick out far enough that it wouldn’t be an issue but they’re damp enough with blood and other things that they stick to his forehead.

“Katsuki?” Ochako whispers, brushing some soot off one of he cheekbones. He doesn’t reply and Ochako absolutely refuses to cry.

She bends herself over him and checks his breathing. She is relieved to feel his warm breath on her cheek. It’s shallow but it’s there and that’s all that really matters.

It’s the relief that really does her in. 

“Katsuki,” she says again but it comes out more like a sob. Her vision is starting to get a little blurry, clouded with tears. She rubs at her face, trying not to break down into a real crying fit. Not when they could be found at any moment.

Ochako puts her hand on his chest to feel it rise and fall. For a moment it does, and then it stills. Ochako lets out a pitiful noise somewhere between a squeak and a sob and a fresh wave of tears destroys the vision she had cleared.

“No, no, Katsuki,” Ochako whispers through her tears, “no, you promised.”

When the tears start dripping from her face in a way that is all kinds of uncomfortable Ochako uses her good hand to wipe at her face again. Why hadn’t she ever learned restoration magic? What’s so good about enchantments if she can’t even save him?

The tears are coming faster than she can wipe them away so she gives up, covering her mouth instead so that she won’t make noise. When a hand touches her cheek she nearly jerks away. She knows that touch and it makes her still.

Ochako blinks quickly, trying to clear her vision.

“What are you crying for?” Katsuki complains. His voice sounds strained and his image is still streaked from her tears but at some point in her crying he had sat himself up.

“Katsuki.” Ochako whimpers, moving her hand from her mouth to touch him. For a moment she’s worried that he’s an illusion someone is casting to trick her but her hand finds his chest and it’s rise and fall.

“Stupid girl,” Katsuki says, but there’s no bite to it, “you shouldn’t cry for me.”

Ochako punches him, which he blocks on reflex, and then she pitches herself forward, heedless of her broken arm or any of his injuries, to cry into his shoulder. His arm curls around her back and hauls her into his chest.

“How?” she cries into the shoulder of his tee-shirt.

“Because I’m the best,” Katsuki says into her hair, “obviously.”

Ochako hiccups a laugh through her tears.

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Something must have shown on her face, in her scent.

Because his annoyance vanished—no, it shifted. Into something else, something … Rage.

That’s what stilled Cassian’s face.

Pure, burning rage.

It robbed her of breath, of any sort of sense that she might indeed have the upper hand as he ground out, ‘Who.’


Wings and Embers (Short bonus chapter of ACOMAF)

OH MY GOSH THIS PART MADE ME SOOOOO glad fae males are so protective.. I smell a mating bond.. anyone else??

anonymous asked:

How would Erwin, Hanji (and Levi, if you are getting too tired of writing stuff about him, don't do him, don't feel forced) react to their friend/lover being hot-headed (like most of the time they're calm and in control but if pushed enough they can totally lose it) I hope it's clear enough 😅

Erwin would find it amusing, and he would sit there quietly and watch his s/o as they exploded and ranted and raved. He would listen to what they had to say about whatever it was bothering them but then he would use those oh-so-charming people skills of his to calm them down and convince them it wasn’t worth it to get so worked up over. He would more than likely place his large hands on their upper arms to help ground them and give them a gentle smile before squeezing gently and pressing a kiss to their forehead.

Hanji would also find it highly amusing, but in a more laugh-out-loud type of way, and they would tell their s/o just how adorable they found them when they got all hot n’ heated. Hanji would enjoy the angry blush that would rise to their face and they’d take the moment to kiss each cheek with a snicker before tugging them to their side with one arm to give them a noogie. Hanji would then take only a brief moment to out-logic them as to why they shouldn’t be so upset and why being something else was much more beneficial~.

Levi would think it was ridiculous that they were getting so upset because Levi never really gets upset at much, but he’d sit through the angry tirade with his arms crossed waiting for the tide to calm. When they were finished, Levi would ask them if they were done and ready to move on with the day because he’s a no-nonsense type of dude and they definitely don’t have time for this in the world they belong to (plus he’s bad with words and doesn’t really know what to say anyway). As they were walking away or out of the room, Levi would take a moment to try and explain why they shouldn’t be so angry, and although it’s under his breath and he seems completely disinterested, in reality he’s trying his hardest to make them feel calm again because he cares that they were upset.


George Catlin; Choctaw ball games, Buffalo hunt, Comanche chasing Buffalo, An-nó-je-nahge (He who stands on both sides), Distinguished ball player, Comanche war party discovering enemy at sunrise, Choctaw Eagle dance, Comanche horse-play, Butte de Mort, Sioux burial ground, c. 1834-1848.

It’s been a while and I miss Nessian badly so here comes another parallel (someone pass the Kleenex please).

Because his annoyance vanished—no, it shifted. Into something else, something … Rage.

That’s what stilled Cassian’s face.

Pure, burning rage.

It robbed her of breath, of any sort of sense that she might indeed have the upper hand as he ground out, “Who.”

“Something is wrong,” Nesta insisted.

“I’m not doubting you feel that way but … If none of the others are picking it up—”

“I am not like the others.” Her throat bobbed. “We need to leave.”

“I can send you back to Velaris, but we have things to discuss here— “

“I don’t care about me, I—”

The door opened and Cassian stalked in, face grave. The sight of the wings, the Illyrian armour in this opulent, pink-filled room planted itself in my mind, the painting already taking form, as he said, “What’s wrong.”