wander endlessly

Private Film

Originally posted by neganandthesaviors

Summary: Lucy finds a video camera, and uses it in the bedroom with Negan

Pairing: Negan x Lucy

Warning: Swearing, Smut, Daddy Kink

“C’mon Lucy, we need to leave!”  Negan hollered up to you as you finished getting dressed upstairs, “Coming!” you hollered back as you slipped on your sweater and ran down.  Negan was finally letting you go out on a run with him. He was standing at the door wearing his usual leather jacket and red scarf, with Lucille slung across his shoulder, he was handsome as ever, “took you long enough” Negan said with a chuckle as he lightly bumped his shoulder into you. You rolled your eyes and walked out as Negan trailed behind you. You both hopped into the white pick-up truck that was parked out front, as one of Negan’s men opened the gate.

You stared out of the passenger side window as Negan drove down the desolate road, you suddenly felt Negan twirl your hair in his fingers, you looked over and noticed him gazing at you, “you’re beautiful you know that” he said with a soft voice, you began to blush and looked back out the window. You were one of Negan’s wives, but he told you on multiple occasions that you were his favorite. You didn’t like that he was with other women but you loved him and he treated you like his queen.

You pulled up in front of a Department store and you both got out of the truck, “why’re we here?” you asked, “I need to find some fucking tools, Sanctuary needs some repairs” Negan replied as he held up Lucille as you both entered. Negan took care of the few walkers that were endlessly wandering around inside, “look around, grab anything you fucking want” Negan shouted out to you as he went to the hardware section. You held the pistol you brought with you in your hand as you looked down the aisles, a lot of the stuff was already looted and everything else was useless. You decided to take a look down the electronics aisle, before the outbreak you were a photographer and you’d give anything to have a functioning camera again. You looked around but all you found were empty or smashed boxes, until you noticed a box still in its plastic wrapping at the back of the bottom shelf, you bent down and grabbed the box; you were overcome with excitement when you noticed it was a video camera, and that it included batteries.

You ran back to Negan who was carrying a few tools he had found, “ready to go?” he asked, “I’m all ready” you said with a smile as you held your camera up, “that’s what your gonna fucking take?” he furrowed his brow as he looked at your camera. “I can take videos with it, it’ll be fun” you replied knowing Negan wouldn’t understand your excitement. “Videos huh?” Negan said with a smirk “I know a few things I’d like to film” he said as he slapped your ass while you were walking out of the store. “Oh grow up Negan” you teased with a grin, “your gonna have to fucking make me doll” he joked back.

You made it back to Sanctuary; Negan went off to help with repairs bringing the new tools he found as you went back to your room so you could look at your new baby. You sat on your bed and began taking the plastic off the box and then opening it, you put the batteries into the camera and turned it on, it was in perfect condition. You spent hours fiddling around with it until you looked up at your clock, it was 8pm and it was your night to have sex with Negan, he’d be there any minute. You put the camera on your nightstand and quickly took off your clothes and slipped on the lacy black teddy lingerie that Negan loved on you. Right as you finished getting dolled up you heard a knock on the door, you quickly laid down on your bed and sweetly yelled out “come in”. The door swung open and Negan strided in, with Lucille still over his shoulder. “Fuck baby, are you trying to kill me?” he whispered as he gazed at you, he licked his lips then leaned Lucille up against the wall. He took off his jacket and scarf and threw it on a chair, before slowly walking over to the bed and grabbing your legs pulling you towards the edge before falling on top of you. You giggled as Negan began leaving hot, wet kisses down your neck, he then pulled his shirt off before rolling over onto his back and pulling you on top of him, you straddled him before slowly backing up until your face was at the hard bulge poking out of his jeans. You slowly started unbuckling his leather belt and then unzipped his pants, Negan lifted up off the bed as you pulled his jeans and his white boxer briefs off. You bit your lower lip as you looked at his hard cock that was only inches away from you now; you lightly grabbed it in your hand and slowly licked the tip, barely touching it. “Stop fucking teasing baby, I can’t take i-“ he was rendered speechless as you took his length into your mouth, Negan grabbed a handful of your hair before letting out a low moan and tilting his head back.

Negan glanced over at your nightstand and noticed the video camera sitting there, a devious smirk flashed across his face as he slowly picked it up and turned it on before starting to film you sucking him off. “That’s right baby, put on a fucking show for me” he growled, you quickly looked up and pulled your mouth off of him as you noticed the camera “what the absolute fuck are you doing Negan!?” you asked irritated as you wiped your mouth. “Oh c’mon sweetheart, think about how hot it’d be to have a secret video of us fucking that only we knew about”. You couldn’t help but agree with him how hot it’d be, and it’d be another thing you and Negan could have that that his other wives couldn’t. “Fine” you purred as you snatched the camera out of his hands and started filming him. Negan chuckled before grabbing your waist and pulling you up until you were sitting on his face, he kept one hand on your waist and slid the bottom of your teddy to the side with his other hand before swirling his tongue around your clit, you hummed loving the feel of his warm tongue against you, you pointed the camera downwards making sure you captured the big bad wolf feasting on you.

Negan looked up and gave a wink to the camera causing you to giggle before he started licking and sucking faster, he was savoring every bit of your pussy. You threw your head back and let out a loud moan barely able to keep the camera straight as you began grinding on his face, his tongue devouring you while his beard brushed against your sensitive skin, it was too much for you to handle and you purred “oh fuck, Negan” as you came all over his gorgeous face. After catching your breath you shimmied back down to his cock so your wet pussy was up against it. “My turn” Negan smirked as he took the camera out of your hands and began filming your hand as you grabbed his cock and slowly guided him inside of you. “Fuck me, your wet” Negan growled as his eyes burned into yours. He filmed as you started riding him, taking every inch of his love. Negan pointed the camera up so it was filming your face which was overcome with pleasure. You gasped as Negan started thrusting faster, the camera perfectly picking up the wet slaps of skin against skin. “Fuck Lucy, I’m gonna fucking cum god fucking damn it” Negan growled.

He was about to pull you off of him before you softly moaned “please cum in me daddy, I wanna feel it” Negan never came inside of his wives he always pulled out and finished wherever he pleased but Negan didn’t care this time and lost it at your words, in seconds you felt his hot cum fill your hole and he let out a deep groan. “Mmm” you whispered as you slowly got up and felt his cum drip out of you. You laid down beside Negan who was catching his breath, and grabbed the camera and pointed it at him while his eyes were closed, “fuck that pussy is heavenly” he said as he opened his eyes and looked at you, he rolled his eyes as he noticed you were filming him “alright, alright” he said as you clicked the off button, ending your private dirty film. “I’m gonna have whack off material for months with that little video we made” Negan said with a chuckle, as he put your hair behind your ear. You leaned in and gave Negan a kiss and whispered much to his enjoyment “you’ll have a year’s worth, once we’ve used up the film in this”.


When people make edits for playlist cover, I made an entire comic strip hahah.

Look at me picking a ship almost a year after the series end.

But I’ve been wanting to draw/write something about Jack meeting Elizabeth in a dream though. Whether Liz is a ghost who can’t crossover and wander endlessly through the sea of doors or Jack just connects to her spiritually at her worse psyche via dream, I’m not entirely sure. Either way, it’s something like that.

// Aprés un Rêve - Gabriel Fauré // Once Upon A Dream - Lana Del Rey // Kiseki no Hito - Ryoka Yuzuki, Nana Mizuki // Radical Dreamers~Lé Tressor Interdit - Noriko Mitose // EXEC_SPHILIA/. - Noriko Mitose // I Hear You Everywhere - Rie Tanaka // No Frontiers - The Corrs // Beyond the Sea - Celtic Woman // La Vie En Rose - Melody Gardot //

If this is also your otp, I love you.

The Signs As Places I Dream of Visiting

Aries – Queensland, Australia – It’s where nature and scenery dominate. I’d spend all of my time exploring the Great Barrier Reef and the rain forests. It’s where I’d go to challenge nature and to challenge myself.   

Taurus – Vienna, Austria – It’s a city full of music. Countless composers were born here, but more importantly, it’s where other composers visited and ended up staying. It’s where I’d go to get off the beaten path but still be captivated.

Gemini – Ibiza, Balearic Islands, Spain – It’s where I’d go to meet new people and rave. It’s a place that evokes the reckless, social butterfly in us all.  It’s a place I’d go to when I don’t want to be charmed, but I do want to be tempted.   

Cancer – Santorini, Greece – A place where the people are inviting, the atmosphere is beautiful, and the food is amazing. It is comforting and beautiful with white and blue-washed houses set against a glistening blue sea.  It’s where I’d go and find my home away from home.

Leo – Italy – I couldn’t choose just one city. Travelers find each big city and little town alluring. It’s romantic, rich in history, and picturesque- the epitome of beauty and grandeur. It’s a place I’d go to feel like liquid gold and royalty.

Virgo – London, England – Somewhere that’s different enough to satisfy my need for adventure but similar enough to be considered a low emotional investment. It’s diverse and international but still relatable. It could even be nostalgic because it reminds me a bit of home. It’s where I’d go to change my routine without fully abandoning it.

Libra – Cape Town, South Africa – It’s has everything- beaches, industry, mountains, gardens, etc. It’s a perfectly balanced location. It’s where I’d go when I’m unsure as to what I want to do, but I know I’m up for anything.

Scorpio – New Zealand – I could get away from everyone I know. It’s relaxing but still a novelty. It’s where I’d go to be unpressured and to watch the first sunrise of the day.  

Sagittarius – Montreal, Canada  - It’s a melting pot that’s buzzing with activity and intelligence while blending cultures and languages. It never gets old because it changes with each new person that stops by. It’s where I’d go to mix business and pleasure. 

Capricorn – Tanzania, Africa (Serengeti) – It’s rugged and unrefined. It’s a place I’d go to for the ultimate adventure, a safari. It’s where I’d go to experience nature in its rawest form.

Aquarius – Greenland – Here, Aurora Borealis can be viewed all year long except in the summer due to midnight sun. It’s a remote location with a sparse population. It’s where I’d go to enjoy my own company and to have the freedom to wander endlessly.

 Pisces – New Orleans, Louisiana – It’s home to jazz culture, delicious food, grand mansions and creole homes, and warm, embracing people. It’s where I’d go to celebrate life with total strangers who I always remember but never meet again.

driving home alone from the club downtown at 3 am in January

Driving (masters at work extended 12" mix) - everything but the girl
Wandering endlessly - Robert hood
This time of night - new order
Traveling lights - Vincenzo
Late night (mills mix) - Jeff mills
Electronic nighttime city blues - solitude fx
In the city (devil mix) - master C&J
On my mind - konfusion kidzz
Late night - this mortal coil
The city sleeps - deux filles
Midnight calling (original flavour mix) - sanza digabla
Driving blind - Chris & Cosey
Thinking again - disorient
Downtown - Bennie Jenkins
City Streets (kerri’s club mix) - basil hardhouse
Nitelife (night mix) - Kim English


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Endlessly wandering the markets of Indonesia can yield many treasures to the bold and the patient (And the lucky >.< )

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gypsy-wolf-moon-deactivated2017  asked:

Hi Charity! I've seen you answering these sorts of questions lately so I was curious. What does Ne look like in an INFP? Or even an ENFP? I figured you'd know a great deal about this since you are a high Ne user yourself. :)

Look like to someone else, or look like in my head?

To someone else, it looks… manic. Like someone who becomes short-term crazy obsessed with things only to dump them half-formulated or once they have exhausted their potential. Someone who is randomly profound, but not all the time – who has such crazy out of the box thinking that it’s weird. One of my guy friends said he finds me fascinating, because he doesn’t understand how I can be a walking contradiction. (One comment he had was, “How can someone so devout in their faith be so irreverent all the time?” Uh – it’s a skill?)

Ne is really good at twisting something around and forcing you to look at it in a different way. It is not that we intend to do it, but that’s how our mind works. It’s never content with the obvious answer, it looks beyond whatever the subject is to the stuff happening outside it. In essence, the object itself means less to Ne than what can be built on the object. The response Ne’s often get, from other types, is “Huh, I didn’t think about it, or see it, like that.”

Ne has a lot of trouble staying focused. Writing this, I’m having to force myself to stay on topic and not go off in some unrelated side tangent or thought. My thoughts are going so quickly in different directions that I have trouble catching or holding onto just one. And that is where a crucial element comes into play – Ne is exceptional at establishing unique thought, but not great at following it to its ultimate truth (as a Ni might). Thus, what you may get from high Ne is “half-baked ideas” with tremendous potential, done badly because Ne did not linger long enough on the individual thought, concept, or idea to fully flesh it out into something magnificent.

I have not seen it yet, but I hear the new Batman vs. Superman film is a Ne-like experience – there is a lot of dark, profound, abstracting symbolic things going on it, but none of them are given enough screen time to develop to their full potential, so the result is a chaotic mass of ideas flashing by at the speed of light – some audiences are left with the feeling that something profound is in there somewhere, but they feel a little unsatisfied by it, because they do not know what that profound thing actually is. That is, quite often, how I feel – as if I am on a train going 140mph, I see something interesting along the tracks – but I can’t always stop, and if I happen to fling myself out of the train and snatch that idea, I am left feeling as though what I see is profound, but I’m not sure HOW profound. I feel the wind already tearing it from my fingers. I want to hold onto it, but all I am left with is a petal.

My other trait is being utterly frustrated by single-mindedness. I cannot avoid seeing multiple sides of everything, even those things that I feel strongest about… and I am so uncomfortable having an unshakable opinion on some things that I will deliberately question my motives and re-frame the experience in an attempt to understand what I may be missing. I may love a historical figure who is mistreated by other figures – and be utterly incapable of hating the people abusing him/her, because my focus is not singular or preferential. I can see multiple perspectives in every conflict. Part of this is the broad strokes of Ne – the realization that while I love this historical figure, the world they are in is so much bigger than they are, that to sideline all the motives, perspectives, and beliefs of those around them is to do them all a disservice.

Much of the time, I cannot choose a single perspective, point of view, or individual to root for, because I paint in such broad strokes that I can see merit and flaws in everyone and everything, including the people I care about. I can be five sentences into an argument for something and automatically veer off into the opposing argument and the merits on that side of the issue, which means I essentially argue with myself – all the time. This is where chronic “over-thinking” comes into play – constant, plaguing, downright freaking annoying scrutiny of everything from people’s motives to writing choices. I may decide to sit down and write an article on “love” and wind up endlessly wandering through the bog of “what is love? does love exist? is it an invention or a reality? do we define it through actions or emotions? does society influence our view of love?” – and lose my train of thought, and decide I can’t write that article after all, because love is much too complex to simply define.

Often, Ne’s point is not to educate so much as to provoke thought or explore. I laughed this morning running across a comment on tumblr about the distinction between Se and Ne being that Se does it, while Ne thinks about the 500 ways to do it, then decides not to do it at all… or maybe it will do it. Later. I am haunted by the belief that my books should say something, should have a truth or resolution to them, while knowing they are simply vessels for exploration of ideas and thoughts, without absolute answers – because I have none. I simply want to explore – and make people think.

Now, where the distinction between ENFP and INFP lies is – for the Ne-dom, this state of existence I described is everything. It is unavoidable. For the Fi-dom, everything anchors in Self first. Where I take an interest in a certain historical figure or period for its potential alone, the INFP might personally identify with a figure in that historical period. One I know actually shares a medical condition with a historical monarch, which means she has an affinity for him – she feels like she knows something of what he must have gone through (pain-wise) and how that may have influenced his decisions. If you bring up a debate about whether he or an opposing monarch (who wound up killing him) is better, she would side with him – I would refuse to choose (even if I am descended from one of the two monarchs, which should give me a personal edge – and doesn’t… lower Si, I suppose).

For NTPs, the process is the same but distinguished through logic instead of personal emotional sentiment or the seeking of emotional resonances.

details of an asteroid - part 1

for the phandom big bang 2015

Title: details of an asteroid
Author: dantiloquent
Artist: philslesters (see the beautiful art here and here!)
Beta: blossomphan
Overall word count: 88,888 (hell yeah)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: mild alcohol use, brief homo/biphobia, brief internalized biphobia, implied depression, some existential talk

Summary:  “If you think about it, aliens probably believe in us, too. We’ve got our own intergalactic cheerleaders.” 

When Dan and Phil keep bumping into each other, they eventually give in to chance and start talking. Soon enough, Dan makes a home at the library Phil works at, and they talk about nothing and everything so often that there is no going back. The two survive the future just fine, until they learn the flaws of leaning the weight of your existence on someone else’s shoulders.

Disclaimers: none of the opinions voiced in this fic are necessarily the opinions of any of the people involved in this fic. some of the events may seem to be unrealistic; this is because some are exaggerated or made into real things to symbolise something people do in their heads, or to convey a message. this is all fiction.    

Author’s Notes: this has been in the works for a year!!! what the hell??? it’s my baby. i’m so so excited (and nervous) for this to be done and for u all to read it!! i really hope u enjoy (lemme know if u do!) reblogs are really appreciated and are my saviours.

a huge huge thank u to my beta, aqua, who did such a great job and probably did more than what she signed up for!!! i am so grateful and u helped me make this the best i could. and thanks to alex, who has made some beautiful art, i am in total awe!!!! (and for loving this fic and being so supportive, i really appreciate it!) thank u to the pbb team who organised this fab event, and thank u to all of u, my lovely readers!! without u guys’ support i would never have done this, so thank u so much!!!

there is so much i want to say, but can’t, so here u go. the first chapter…..

[click here for the masterpost!]


It has a bed.

That’s a good start, Dan reckons; the room has a bed, as well as a small selection of other furniture that he is slowly taking in. All of them are rickety and worn, a broken could-be family, but they provide a place to sleep and a place to work, at the least, so he’s grateful. They’re well loved, he firmly decides. There’s a pall of dust over the desk and set of drawers, and the walls are four blank edges of plain wallpaper that are all flushed with sunlight, but give it a few posters and a few nights sleep, and he can see himself settled in. He’s always had a certain weakness for beams that streak through the ceiling.

A breeze slips under the door and skips at his feet, skittering across the floorboards and leaving cold kisses on his ankles. The hum of traffic tangles in the curtains but gets no farther.

“You reckon you’re gonna be ok?” his mother asks as she manoeuvres another box through the door. It lands on the mattress with a muffled thud, sending another one knocking into the wall. Outside the window, someone is calling another person’s name.

His parents aren’t leaving for a while - they’re helping him unpack, thank God - but Dan knows why his mother is asking as if she’s leaving already. In some ways, she already has.

Dan casts his gaze around the room, pretending she’s only talking about the room.

“I’ll try.”

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For the au!

Pemprika’s au for mermaid mika got me like “damn boi!” And even though I’m exhausted I just have to write what comes to mind. Though it’s been a while since I’ve checked in on the ons fandom I hope I’ve still got a grasp on these two. I’ll be putting them in older ages that way I can work more emotionally with them. Hope you enjoy~

He had the most pristine color of green eyes, Mikaela had ever seen someone have. He could recall just so fondly how bright they were in the sun, the way, Yuu’s eyes would appear to sparkle when he became excited or how they hardened with his determination to succeed.

So many years ago, Mikaela could remember being so happy, so elated to have found a friend in the unlikeliest of individuals. A Mermaid himself there were strict rules that his guardian, krul, set forth in order to keep both peace and safety for the inhabiting species just below the oceans clear surface. Poor Mikaela never understood back then in his youth just what kind of danger he put himself in.

But was it so bad to simply yearn for the sun so directly? wish so desperately to be above the waters top and see the world above the fish and coral reefs or the rocky cascades of the coves? Surely not, but for someone like him, someone who belonged to the ocean, that was far to much to ask for, as simple as it may have sounded. Originally, Mikaela, had been cautious during his secret explorations to the shallow waters by the beaches edge. With each visit he would become steadily braver and dare get closer with each new appearance until gradually he’d self proclaimed a few larger rocks as his territory. HIS space to visit.

The day he met that human sitting upon the rocks just by his usual surfacing sight Mika swore he’d never seen someone, or something as enamoring as that young boy who’s thoughts and nose were buried in the pages of parchment tightly bound between a books spine. He knew, Yuu-Chan was human, and he also knew that he wanted nothing more than to get closer and know this human. It was the first he’d ever seen with his own eyes! How amazing he thought, Yuu, was.

Sure it had been nothing more than an accidental meeting. A poor choice in timing on the mermaids fault for he hadn’t bothered to check if anyone was nearby. Mika could see every detail of, Yuu’s surprised face from that time as his mouth hung open in shock, his eyes blown wide with wonder. At first, Mika had wanted to tell the young human to flee before he’s drag him down into the water and ruin whatever he was reading, but something in those green eyes, those beautiful green wonder filled eyes, halted his thoughts.

Now years later, Mikeala pondered over whether it would have been far more beneficial to have done just that. But of course no, his own curiosity lead him to question, talk with, and befriend the human. The books he would read would be so foreign to Mika that most of their visits consisted of, yuu-chan, teaching Mika to read human Japanese scripture. There were so many characters to memorize Mikaela found himself wanting to learn more! See more of this world that he was denied seeing!

For weeks, months, perhaps even a year or two, the two boys continued to meet by their same sight of interest, those jagged but comfortable hiding rocks on the beachside. Every day was better than the one before. Yuu- chan would babble on about something of the human world and Mika himself would find himself entranced by his friends voice that he had vague thoughts that he’d be content only ever listening to the human speak, whichever tone he so chose to use.

The sun would set and by that time the two would separate, promising the other of their next time to meet up. Jose days were a blessed in Mika’s memory, the very thought of those times filled Mika’s heart even now with immense joy that he longed to feel again. To think that it all fell apart within a few days. Such a befitting tragic way to lose it all.

Mika cursed his impatience during that week. He’d gone on so much to krul about how cute, how exciting, how interesting his new friend was. Krul seemed more than overjoyed to notice his sudden change in mood at the prospect of finally finding himself bonding with someone else

As happy as he was to tell krul of all the wonderful things he and yuu-chan had some together that in itself proved to be Mika’s one mistake aside from befriending yuu-chan. Days later, impatient with his human friends delayed arrival Mika had decided he would swim up the ocean side where a small stream led into the nearby wooded area. He never dared go this far up to where humans resides but seeing all the beautiful plants and trees the sunset would light with beautiful hues of reds and oranges, Mika wanted only to go further and further up stream.

The sound of laughter made the mermaid flinch at first and so he hid himself behind a large stone and peered out from behind it. Three human children walked over what yuu-Chan informed him was called a bridge. A creation used by humans to cross over large open spaces without falling into them. Out of all the voices one stood out. Was it his yuu-chan he heard? Further peeking proved his ears to be right. His assumption it was his human friend was spot on.

Something about the scene before him however caused an uprise in emotions that Mika wasn’t familiar with all to much. Yuu-chan was smiling, laughing even with these other humans. He looked to get along so well with them.

So….naturally. He fit in with these other children much better and conversation appeared much easier for him. Mika guessed that yuu-chan perhaps had become distracted by these other humans and the fun they were having that he forgot that today was the end of the week, the day they were to meet up and talk after yuu-chan finished his studies. Mood sullied and furthermore downcast, Mikeala decided he would visit and old underwater cavern system in which it’s only air pocket was a hole in the rocks above where the moon wild shine and brighten up the glowing sea life bacteria that lived there.

The memory of yuu-Chan smiling made his chest ache so tightly that Mika would hunch over his rock with eyes stinging in unknown sadness. Remaining under the full milk for hours it dawned on the mermaid that the very real reality of his friendship with the human was that no matter how much he wished or wanted to be like Yuu. It was hopeless to assume, to hope that everything would be perfect and they could always be together. Mika was a mermaid, yuuichiro a human. Two young boys who belonged to very different worlds with vastly different rules.

Mikaela loved krul dearly, with all his heart he cares fondly for the woman who took her time to raise and spoke Mika with a variety of things as he grew up. However that night he realized how much he wanted to be with Yuu but couldn’t his world and his small dream wills only crumble further.

Upset with his dangerous and deceitful withholding of information of who Yuu-chan was, his outrageous behavior to go to the surface by himself when he cooks get hurt, krul deemed Mika fit for punishment.“

“Mika…for such a decision from someone as innocent as you, this is unforgivable. You will not be allowed to wonder by yourself or go to the surface ever again.”

That simple foul swoop of words crushed Mika’s heart. How could she do that to him if she knew how dear yuuichiro was to him? Yuu-chan made him happy, yes he was now saddened at knowing they’d never be the same, but still Yuu-chan was a very dearly loved friend of his.

Now, years later, Mika understood that krul did so only out of worry and to keep her beloved ‘child’ safe. Yes he spent days crying to himself in his chambers, tears blending with the salty water of the ocean, he understood her reasoning behind it all. Mika dared only once sneak out to the meeting site. There he found his favorite book that Yuu-chan would bring for him. The green book with that funny twist in chapter three. Yuu-charm had left it for him to look at while he wasn’t there.

Mika treasured the book when he took it below into the oceans depths with him. Yuu-chan took the time to carefully laminate the pages so water wouldn’t ruin the writing. The mermaid spent days reading the book, and even years letting his eyes wander over the pages endlessly whenever he wanted to escape reality.

Four years went by before Mika even knew it. Not once had he gone to the surface. He hardly smiled during his time away from the surface for it just didn’t seem right. He didn’t want to smile, his joy had been taken away from him in the name of protection even thought not once did he ever feel like he was in danger. Mika often wondered if, Yuu-chan still visited the old meeting site. Did Yuu-chan miss him? Had the human been worried when he didn’t show up for so long ask give up after a while of no visits?

Did he find happiness among the other humans that chatted with him so delightfully that day years ago in the past? Mika hoped so, and at the same time he didn’t want that. He wanted Yuu-chan to be happy around Mika only. Where Mika could indulge himself and selfishly keep Yuu’s bright smile to himself and only him.

One day, by sheer luck, Krul appeared to no longer stand seeing Mika go without smiling or appear happy. Yes she knew he wanted to go up the the world above and see all he’d learned and dreamed about again, but she was frightened that someone would occur that would take her beloved Mika away. Yet despite this Mika’s unhappiness proved to win over her judgement. So for one day and one day only, Mika was granted leave of his sparring with the soldiers of the guard and given a pass to go to the surface until the moon began to rise above the water.

Told this whilst reading, shock and pure anxiousness Welled inside of Mika until he couldn’t tolerate it for a second longer. He’d irate I’m his chambers and Alan his old memorized route to the surface that brought him to his old territory. Bursting from the surface, Mika could feel his pupils shrink considerably as the direct rays of the Suns light struck his eyes. The feeling was a minor welcomes inconvenience.

Not a single thing had changed about his old favorite spot. The waters were still clear, the rocks still as large and flat for sitting despite being s little work away now from the assaults of extremely salty water. Mika wanted to cry tears of joy. His heart soared with bittersweet happiness. Yes to be back he was feeling better than he had in so long but casting a glance to a single rock, one where he could still picture a smiling young Yuu-chan, his heart only ached more.

He was alone here. There was nobody else now. Clutching his treasured book tightly Mika swam to the closest rock and hauled himself over onto its warm flat surface until only the mere edge of his tail fin remained below the water. Again for the probably thousandth time, Mika began to read the book carefully, turning each page gently and committing the words to memory.

The suns position in the sky had barely changed when his ears caught the sound of scraping shoes against rock sediment. Spooked and worried about being found out so early into his reunion with the world above, he dropped the book and quickly dragged himself into the water with as little sound as he could manage.

He let at least a few seconds go by until deciding to go to a nearby rock to hide behind and look around its side to see who it was that wondered over to this usually abandoned place. Well now it probably wasn’t years later but when he was younger it was. Getting a moderately good look, Mika determined it was a human, a young man, more than likely around his same age, fifteen or am sixteen years old.

They were wearing a faded green jacket and dark swim trunks. Their hair an absolute mess with ravenous cowlicks seemingly stuck there without any hope of smoothing them down. The human had their back to them. He heard them grumble about something, then notice something just beside their foot.

His book! Mika clutched the rock he was hiding behind. How could he have dropped it! That was his one treasure and he just let it fall during his panic like an idiot. Torn between fleeing and keeping under water and Saying something, Mika chose to watch the humans behavior slowly change. They picked up the book with shaking hands, flipping through its pages rapidly and murmuring softly to much for Mika to make out.

Was something up with them? Were they confused to find a book there? Without hesitation the human closed the book and looked out over the ocean, and in a desperate voice yelled


Shocked to hear his name Mikeala shrank further behind the rock. Only one big could know of his name and be human and where his heart and mind both raced, he remained still behind the rock, never uttering a sound.

“MIKA?! Where are you?! I know you’re out there! Please…please come talk to me!” Of course Mika knew who it was. Yuu sank to his knees, his voice cracking slightly as he pleaded his old friend come and speak to him just once more. After so long and so many days. Why would he not appear?

“I’ve come every day.” He hiccuped. “For four years I came here waiting for you. Why won’t you come and talk to me anymore?” Yuu turned around to sit on the rock, leaning his side against the incline of it, his face pitiful and heartbreaking. There were tears collecting in his eye, and his face reflecting deep sorrow.

“Did I say something to upset you? I’m sorry if I did.” Oh his voice just kept getting quieter and worse sounding the more he forced it as he tried not to cry.

Mika wanted so badly to go and wipe those tears away from Yuu’s cheeks. Assure him that he did nothing wrong and he still held Yuu-chan deeply in his heart above all others. It was his only day on the surface…but.

Mika knew better. “I’m sorry, yuu-chan.” They just couldn’t be together and neither of them would ever probably find full happiness but that’s how unfair the world was where two different worlds diverged into existence. Silently Mika watched yuu sit upon the rock, sniffling and running at his eyes as he looked through the book again.

Like this, as unfulfilling as it was, Mika decided this was enough. Watching yuu-Chan simply live, breathing and moving around in front of him. Knowing deep down that he left this kind of impact on someone he cared so much for that they were in tears for him. About him.

Yuu-chan missed him and he yuu-chan. But their worlds were not the same and they could not exist in the same life together like they wanted. They would never find happiness for it was not in their fate. For hours Mika sneakily would place shells around the rock when yuu-chan wasn’t looking. Picking ones in the color he remembered to be the other boys favorite. Each new she’ll caused more tears and more pleas doe Mika to come up and speak. To show any sign that he was there.

His last day on the surface, until the very same moon rose over the water, Mika found a bittersweet love in those tears that he caused yuu-chan to spill over him. Yuu-chan, exhausted, picked up every she’ll that had mysteriously but obviously been left for him on the rocks edge. There was a green one, a deep night sky black, and a pristine blue one resembling a calming and familiar hue.

That night Mika watches yuu-chan leave their meeting site, still rubbing his nose, but his hoodie pocket stuffed with shells and the book under his arm.

“I give you my upmost loved treasure, yuu-chan. I wish we could be more but I can only watch you walk away from me. I hope….that one day. We can find happiness, somewhere in the future, or maybe the next life.” Mika’s throat began to ache when he sank back into the water and swam home.

His last day on the surface was one that left a bad taste in his mouth.

“What a bittersweet way to end it all, huh Mika?” Yuu-chan looked over to ocean every day and night for another possible ‘mysterious’ visit. But none came. “Let’s be friends again, Mika. The next time we meet.”

I may write a happier ending but I like hurting these two. A lot. Haha. Ok now for sleep.

The Host - Dean Winchester x Reader - Part 2

Title: The Host

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word count: 1,716

Warnings: None

Theme Song: Radioactive by Imagine Dragons 

Read Part 1 here!


“Let me ask you, why did I even let you take control of the car?!” Dean groaned in Hunter’s head.

“Well your exact words were ‘Come on it will be fun! You should learn how to drive, sooner or later’ ” Hunter said and Dean groaned more.

“Yeah, well, you know what. Shut up ok!? When I said 'Learn driving’ I did not mean 'Do everything you can to crash our car’ ” Dean replied.

“But I told you that it would be hard for me to control the car” Hunter said in the same voice tone.

“Whatever. Now we are just stuck in the middle of nowhere, with the sun burning hot. Good thing that we did not get killed when the car crashed, at least” Dean groaned.

“Don’t worry we will find the resistance soon. The mountains that they’re hiding must be near” Hunter tried to comfort Dean.

“Yeah, right. As if” Dean mumbled, without realizing that Hunter could actually hear him.

“As if? What do you mean with that?” Hunter suddenly stopped and narrowed his eyes.

His eyes widened in realization “You sent us in the wrong direction!” he exclaimed “You have been putting thoughts in my head to distract me. You ’re not planning to go to the resistance! You never did!” he shouted angrily “The Seeker was right. You are an unreasonable species. I try to help you and this is how you thank me?! I wanted to help you protect your family and you- you lied to me! How could you?!”

“Oh shut up, ok? You take everything too seriously, you know that I lied because I had to. And if it was needed I would have lied again!”Dean responded “And if I have to, then I will make us wander endlessly. I said I was going to protect them and that’s what I’m going to do. I will keep them safe even if that means I go to hell” he said and did not speak any more.

“Yeah well, you sent us both to hell…” Hunter mumbled.

He did not speak more, either, and he just walked. Through the hot desert, the sun burning him, making him feel dizzy. The lack of water in his system helping in that.

It was after what felt like an eternity but was in reality only three hours of walking that Hunter felt his knees give away, his word slowly being surrounded by darkness.

And then silence.

“It’s a body!” a voice was heard in the distance “Quickly Bobby, the water. Bring the water, he must be dehydrated!” the voice added.

Hunter felt two soft hands cupping his face “Oh my God…” the voice breathed out “Dean…” it held a hint of sadness and relief in it.

“Bobby! Hurry!” the voice was now frantic.

It reminded him something, but he could not point his finger on it. He could not really think, though. His whole body felt as if it was on fire and his throat burned, along with his lungs. He found it impossible to breath.

“Here, here” another, manlier and more rough, voice said.

Hunter gasped and coughed as the water run from his mouth to his throat. It felt refreshing but at the same time hurt like a thousand needles in his throat. However it gave him the chance to speak.

“You found us” he breathed out, as soon as he took a glance at your face, closing immediately his eyes to shield them from the sun’s light.

“U-us?” you stuttered as soon as you heard him.


“Come on (y/n), help me wake Dean up or at least carry him in” the man’s voice, whose name obviously was Bobby, said.

“It.” you corrected “It’s not Dean. It's it. His body, yes, but not him. It’s not Dean. It’s just some freaking thing using his body. So, it's it. And I don’t want anything to do with it.” Hunter heard your voice say full of spite.

“Hunter” he groaned, slowly opening his eyes. His voice was rough due to the lack of water “My name is Hunter” he said and looked at you, his eyes filled with pain.

Hunter had never experienced such a feeling, his heart ached, and he was more than sure that it was what Dean felt, because of the way you looked at him.

“And I don’t care.” you said through gritted teeth, immediately storming off.

“Don’t mind her, ok” Bobby’s voice made hunter turn to look at him, his eyes still filed with pain “It’s just hard for her, you know. Seeing her boyfriend being 'possessed’ by somebody else” he gave him a sympathetic smile.

“Bobby, by the way” he added and extended his hand. 

Hunter tilted his head and looked at weirdly “You’re supposed to shake it dumbass” Dean’s voice said in his head and Hunter did as he was told.

“And that-” he pointed to the direction you left “-was (y/n)”

“I know” Hunter said without thinking

“You.. know?” Bobby frowned.

“Y-yeah. Dean. Dean has talked to me about her and I’ve seen his memories” Hunter explained.

“You mean that…” Bobby narrowed his eyes at him.

“Dean is still alive” he pointed to his head “In here”.

A smile appeared on Bobby’s face “What are you waiting for, then. Come on!” Bobby clapped him on the shoulder and Hunter had to keep himself from stumbling, as he walked.

They both walked through what seemed like a cave and soon, after the darkness, light was shoot on their faces. Hunter squinted his eyes, but soon they adjusted to the light. 

He looked around him, and his eyes widened. They were inside the mountain that, he knew, Dean’s family and the resistance lived. Though it was nothing but that. The mountain obviously was hollow, inside of which was set up a whole civilization. Small houses here and there, and in the middle of it a big field with different kind of foods. From weat to any kind of vegetables.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” a voice made Hunter turn to look at a woman glare at him.

“Ellen” Bobby sighed “Please be reasonable”

“No, Bobby. You be reasonable. What do you think you’re doing?! Bring that thing in here!?” she shouted angrily.

“Ellen, it’s not a thing. It’s him! And it is still Dean’s body!” Bobby tried to reason with him.

“I don’t care if it is Dean’s body. It is NOT Dean! Don’t you see that!” she motioned to Hunter “You know what he could do, right?! He could bring a whole army down in our hands! How can you be sure that it does not have Seekers following him? How can you be sure that it did not come here to give us all to them? How can you be sure that it does not want us all dead? How can you be sure that it-”

“It’s Hunter!” a voice said, making Ellen stop.

All eyes turned to look at you… defending him.

“His name is Hunter, and he’s reliable. If Bobby trusts him enough so that he can bring him here, then so do I” you said, standing between him and Ellen, glancing at him for a split second.

“That’s my girl” Dean’s voice said in Hunter’s head, a hint of pride in his soft voice.

“Ellen” it was Bobby this time “Hunter is staying here. Besides he’s our only way of finding out more about The Seekers” he tried to reason with her.

“I assure you I am no threat to you and your family. And I do not intend to put anyone in danger” he finished the last part and looked at you. While you immediately averted your gaze.

“One mistake and you’re out of here” she pointed a finger at Hunter and the people that had gathered around him, now started to go to different directions.

“Very well then” Bobby clapped a hand on his shoulder “You’d better go get ready now. (Y/n) will show you where you will be staying” he said and Hunter looked at you.

“Come with me” you said and made your way to the direction his tent was set up. Big tent for that matter.

“This will be yours. This is your bed, and there you can find a set of clothes to change if you want” you said and motioned from his bed to a small bunch of clothes.

“Thank you” Hunter said sincerely.

“Yeah, no problem” you said, brushing him off.

“For everything. For supporting me too” he added.

“Look, let me make myself clear, ok?” you got closer to him “What I said earlier… forget it. I only said it to prevent an oncoming fight. Got it? I do not trust you, and no matter what Bobby says, I am never going to trust you. Never. You are just one of them. And you will never be one of us. Capiche?” you said through gritted teeth and immediately walked past him.

Hunter pursed his lips and frowned. He would be lying if he said that that did not hurt him.

“And that’s… my girl” Dean’s voice said sarcastically then chuckled.

“How is this amusing?” Hunter mumbled “I can sense that it hurts you when she does not trust you. When she is distant and does not want to have anything that has to do with you”

“Shut up” Dean growled, completely serious now.

“Don’t mind her” a voice said behind him; making Hunter turn to look at a tall man with long brown hair and hazel eyes. He was simply dressed, with a simple plaid shirt and worn out jeans. He reminded him of someone but Hunter could not point his finger at it.

“It’s just a lot for her to take in. First she thought her boyfriend was held captive, or worse dead and now she finds out that he is alive but no longer the man she knew” the tall man gave Hunter a sympathetic smile “Dean meant a lot to her, so, yeah, she is a little bit tense.”

“I can understand that” Hunter nodded, averting his eyes to the floor.

“Sam, by the way” the man extended his hand, with a soft smile “My name’s Sam”

“Sammy” Dean breathed out.

The first time we met I was the criminal and you were the law. Our eyes met across the room, your eyes dancing wickedly, lips pulled into a smirk. 

Later, stumbling into a room, I learned the taste of those lips, the callouses on your fingers, the warmth of your skin on mine.

We met, again and again, at first by coincidence, but eventually by design. 

When you learned what I was, you took only a moment before caressing my cheek and drawing me into a kiss. I’d hoped then that it might have meant you loved me too.

The first time I died, I was alone, gasping, blood spilling out on cold, unfeeling ground. 

My last thought was of you, and I think now that was what damned us both.

The second time we met, you were carving your initials into the bark of a tree. I walked up to you, question on my lips, and you turned to me with fire in your eyes. 

I want people to remember me- I want to change the world, you said.

Young as I was, I couldn’t understand the sudden devotion in me that had risen at your words - only that I could not conceivably leave your side. 

Years later, as war ravages the streets, screams pierce the air, and the distant sound of battle rings in my ears, I am still with you.

Your head in my lap, blood on your lips, your shaking hand clasped tightly in mine, I am still with you.

“Run,” you say, “Run. Live. Remember me.”

You do not know what you are asking, I think, even as promises spill from my lips. Please don’t make me go please don’t-

I did not see your last breath, and to the end of that life, I never forgave myself for letting you rip me from your side.

Third life. Fourth life. Fifth life. None of them matter because I never meet you. 

I wandered through them, endlessly searching for something I couldn’t comprehend. 

“I want to travel,” I’d say, when people asked, “I want to see everything.”

He’ll never settle down - I know the type. Never satisfied with anything.

The same sentiment echoing through time; words of people I’d left behind.

I think now you were the only thing that could have satisfied me. That you were the only thing I was looking for.

In the sixth,  I watched you catch the hand of a laughing woman. You, carefully nonchalant, the slightest red dusted high on your cheeks. I smile and turn back to my canvas, inspired at last.

And then, the seventh.

I was born the son of a prophecy

Luke Skywalker, as it had always been.

And you-

“Han Solo. I’m Captain of the Millenium Falcon.”

The same roguish smirk, the same wickedly amused eyes, the same deep drawl- I was by your side once more.

You were my constant, my best friend, my-

It didn’t matter, because you had chosen someone else- and I was happy; who else could I trust with the two most important to me?

That life might have remained unimportant - unremarkable, until the Force sent these to me- 


Maybe it’s because of what I am- a jedi, one with the Force.

Or maybe it was just time. 

Whatever the reason, it was done.

You asked once, why I was so distant.

What could I have said, Han? What would you have believed?

Our history could stay our history, you had chosen your path and I had chosen mine.

I tell myself this now as I stand, looking out into the ocean, feeling the last of your life force disappear.

We had chosen. 

And then, briefly, bitterly-

When will we be allowed to live and die side by side?

“Thank you, and have a nice day!"’

The bright grin disappears with the chime of the door. A sigh echoes in the store, pale blue gaze fixed blankly on the marble counter. 

Another chime sounds, and goes unnoticed until-


Golden hair falls into his eyes as his head whips around.

He swallows.

“Han,” Luke breathes.

Imagine a Skysolo reincarnation AU.

Like chocolate

Summary: Phil didn’t plan his first month of the new year at the university to go this way with a brown-haired boy wherever he went. 

Genre: University AU

Warnings: They swear few times. 

A/N: Cause why not to write a phanfiction at midnight? Also English is not my first language, so if you see any mistakes, feel free to let me know.

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From.KNK Seungjun Fancafe 160718

Hi Tinkerbell~~~ we finished filming Star King

and because I was hungry we ate Kimchi Broth

and for the first time in a while I went sho!pping! with Jihun

then after returning to the dorm I was wandering around endlessly and eating ice cream

while listening to music, then I read all the letters I couldn’t read~~~ Now I’m laying down in bed!

Finally KNK’s First Mini Album promotions have finished ~~~

Today we finished the Star King recording and then tomorrow we have no schedules

This feeling is really weird!!!

When the Knock promotions had finished, I had known we were coming back

quickly and thought ‘I want to come back soon!!!!’ so I was really excited

But now that we are on hiatus it’s really interesting ㅠㅠ

I really want to see you

Although there are some fansignings left!!!!

It’s regretful that we have less chances to see you ㅠㅠ 

I really really miss you ㅠㅠ 

With KeunKeuns over 7 weeks you guys really suffered

To us each and every tinkerbell is our strength

We will also try to be a strength for Tinkerbells he he

Pledge! Thank you for helping me to be able to do my pledge!

A pledge is a pledge, so the number is important!

But i’m not regretful that it wasn’t fulfilled!

The most important thing is that we were together and were happy hahah

I’m really happy, seriously

And the amount of letters I got from this promotion is awesome

To be honest I can’t read your letters every day like I did when we debuted

but I read all of them every 2 days now hahah

I won’t miss even one of them hehehehehe

Tinkerbell, Jingle Bell, Annabell thanks a lot I love you

I love you♡

Translated by fy-knk

Dybbuk Hills

‘Far up on the hills lies an ancient burial ground. A sacred place where tomb ruins remain hidden between the pine trees and dead grass. A haunted and dread place, where disembodied and tortured souls wander endlessly, seeking refuge from the punishments of the afterlife. Demons whose bodies had been destroyed, looking for other bodies in which their evil spirits could dwell. During the 16th century they became known as the “Dybbuks” (Clinging Spirits), being able to shapeshift into dark shadows or any life-form they wished.’

Nona Limmen

Avatar looked into Gray’s past. They knew about Fairy Tail. They probably knew about Juvia as well. Erza’s decision to keep her in the dark was logical. Of course it hurt Juvia, but Erza’s reasons were just. I don’t doubt Erza feels bad for that.

They even knew about his past with Deliora – that’s some in depth research on their part. They knew about Ul of all people. I’m pretty damn certain they’d locate Juvia no problem. Thus – we get to my point.

If he had told Juvia about his decision to leave, and Avatar had discovered that, they would have used her in some way as leverage. Gray abandoning Juvia to join Avatar made him less suspicious, it also meant they couldn’t use her against him because they’d assume he didn’t care. They couldn’t trace him back to her because he disappeared without a word. If Avatar did go to check out the house they’d find her wandering around, heartsick, searching endlessly while calling his name and know he was telling the truth. Of course we’re upset Juvia is hurting – but I honestly think, the more you consider it, the more sense it makes. They couldn’t go to check on her because, hello, they didn’t want to lead Avatar back to her and break their cover. It kept her safe in the process – physically, at least. 

Nobody would expect Juvia to become bedridden because Gray left her. Become upset and worry, yes. But not to the point her life is at risk. Gray doesn’t know this about her. That’s why he has yet to voice his concerns. He’s feeling guilty, those little panels of him looking thoughtful but silent prove as much. Right now they have a job to do. That’s their top priority. After that, Natsu will take Gray home and he’ll mend Juvia’s broken heart. 

Right now - the spotlight is on the original Team Natsu. They are the focus. That’s why Wendy stayed back to look after Juvia. It’s probably why Mashima had her become bedridden in the first place.