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A chance to say goodbye - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary : You’re a meta-human able to see ghosts, summon them etc etc…and you decide to give your Bruce a birthday gift he’ll never forget.

I had this story in my head for quite a while now, not sure how to feel about it though. I don’t know, you guys know me, I’m like : “meh” as usual…Anyway, don’t hesitate to tell me what you think please, wether you liked or not :-) …Hope you’ll like it though  :

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When Bruce was looking all around the World for meta-human, he found you in a small village in France’s country side, and…you intrigued him right away.

You were sitting on a bench in a small cemetery, lost in daydreams.

He felt irreversibly attracted to you. The way you seemed lost in your thoughts, the glint in your eyes as you looked at nothing in particular, your poise, even the way you breathed subjugated him, for reasons he couldn’t quite pinpoint…When you turned your head to him, feeling his presence, and your eyes locked on each other, the beating of his heart became ecstatic, uncontrollable…He had to talk to you.

Against all of his usual instinct, he approached you and sat down next to you. And the conversation just flew naturally. It was something he never experienced before. You were a total stranger, and yet, he felt like he knew you since forever.

(Y/N). That was your name. It rolled on his tongue delightfully. In the span of a few hours, you just talked about anything and everything. It was just too amazing, and for a minute, he thought maybe you were a meta-human whose powers was to control one’s emotions, because he never talked like that to anyone, including his close friends, so to a total stranger…

Turned out, your powers weren’t to control someone’s feelings, not at all. Your powers were…scarier, and you hated using them. You had a special bond with Death…You could summon zombie warriors from the ground and control them, you were able to see if someone’s life was going to end soon, and was plagued by visions of ghosts of people that still had important business to finish on Earth. You hated your powers.

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This is Anakin Skywalker:

The most powerful Jedi of his generation. Perhaps of any generation. The fastest. The strongest. An unbeatable pilot. An unstoppable warrior. On the ground, in the air or sea or space, there is no one even close. He has not just power, not just skill, but dash: that rare, invaluable combination of boldness and grace.

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favorite characters [9/?]  anakin skywalker (star wars)

“This is Anakin Skywalker:

The most powerful Jedi of his generation. Perhaps of any generation. The fastest. The strongest. An unbeatable pilot. An unstoppable warrior. On the ground, in the air or sea or space, there is no one even close. He has not just power, not just skill, but dash: that rare, invaluable combination of boldness and grace. He is the best there is at what he does. The best there has ever been. And he knows it. HoloNet features call him the Hero With No Fear. And why not? What should he be afraid of?

Except—

Fear lives inside him anyway, chewing away the firewalls around his heart.”

  • soo yeon: i'll call mom and dad!
  • soo ho: NO.
  • soo yeon: why not?
  • soo ho: because if they know i went on this helicopter without their permission, i'll get grounded!
  • soo yeon: but if we don't get help, WE'RE GONNA BECOME A PART OF THE GROUND.
diana prince | flowers


Information&Guide;


Diana Prince x Reader


Warnings; Mild spoilers towards the movie, but no biggie.


(Y/N) - Your name
(E/C) - Eye Color
(H/L) - Hair length
(H/C) - Hair color
(B/T) - Body type


A/N; I really had trouble to finish anything, I have a lot ideas, but never know how to end them. Anyway, I really adore Wonder Woman and I am still amazed by the movie. Gal Gadot is so stunning in that role! So therefore, I had to write something about our favorite precious Amazon Princess. <3 It’s like really cheesy, but I hope you enjoy it. (,:


When Steve Trevor died Diana was sure she would never fall in love again. For years she has been avoiding relationships which went beyond friendship and over all never felt the need to find a romantic partner.
That was until she walked into that sweet little flower store of yours.
She was lost in her thoughts and unconsciously stumbled through the pastel blue door.
She found herself in a vintage dream full of different flowers and in the middle of all that beauty, there was you over shining everything simply with your smile.

For the first time in years the Amazon princess felt something in her heart. The ice that formed over her heart was slowly starting to melt and since a long time Diana didn’t know how to act. She was totally mesmerized by your (e/c) eyes and how your (h/l) (h/c) hair perfectly framed your face.
She walked over to some white lilies.
“Lilies are a symbol of purity and the beauty of youth, but also known for passion and drive. ”
To the Amazon Princess your voice sounded like a choir of hundred angels. It made her feel warm around her chest and increased her heartbeat. For decades she was known as the confident warrior, always standing her ground and being steady when it comes to decisions, but right know she had trouble forming any words. She was speechless.
Diana studied dozens of books surrounding flowers, she knew they were also a symbol for motherhood and fertility, also of rebirth and renewal. She just couldn’t bring any words up.
The Amazon simply nodded and payed for the flowers only to give them to Superman, who was a bit surprised, but accepted the gift gladly.
Diana started to visit your shop regularly, only to listen to you talking about flowers. Everyday, you’d wear a flowerprinted Outfit, which fitted your (b/t) body perfectly, but more she loved how your eyes started glowing as you lost yourself in your rambling. Sometimes, you’d stop midsentence and apologize for talking too much, but she would always say, that she enjoys listening to you. Every time you finished talking, the Amazon would buy flowers, only to give them to her team members. She started placing new flowers on the league’s main table every week.
While some members teased her about turning from Wonder Woman to Flower Girl, she didn’t care. At least the Martian Manhunter would regularly express his appreciation for the lovely plants.

Like every other day Diana was heading to your store. It was a quite noon, not much traffic and the weather mildly warm.
The princess turned around the corner, when she sensed something was wrong.
Usually, you’d let your door open, especially when the weather was good. She also noticed some broken flower pots lying on the ground.
Diana rushed to your store, getting slower and quieter as she got near the front door.
Carefully and without making any sound she opened the door, only to find your store completely devastated. Than she noticed a person wearing all black pointing a gun at… you.

The Amazon’s heart dropped as she saw your (e/c) eyes wide open a pleading look gracing them.
“Oh, please don’t do this.” Your voice trembled with fear.
“Nobody will miss you. It’s not like you have any people who care about you.” A deep male responded mockingly.
“I disagree on that!”
Diana had enough and stormed through the door, right towards the robber. He fired the gun at her, but the Amazon simply dodged the bullets with her arms, leaving the man shocked, but only for a split of second. The Amazon already grabbed him and threw him into the next wall, his body falling unconscious onto some broken flower pots.

“Y-You are Wonder Woman?!”
Diana simply turned around and gave you a gentle smile,
“But this is a little secret between us.”
You nodded and started to fumble with your hands, still trying to proceed what just happened.
“You saved my life! I don’t know how to thank you.” You looked around your now ruined little store and hung your head.
“I’d like to give you some flowers, but they all have been destroyed. I am so sorry.”
You sighed with an apologetic look lingering in your (b/c) orbs.
Diana took your hand and gave you an reassuring smile.
“Don’t apologize, you are clearly the harmed one here. I should be apologizing for being too late.”
The Amazon princess took a look around and noticed an intact bundle of red roses. She picked them up and turned to you.
“I’d really like to take those. I want to give them to someone who means very much to me.”
Diana could have sworn your head dunked further down.
“Oh… They must be really lucky then. I hope they’ll appreciate them.”
When you lifted your head your (e/c) eyes met her deep blue ones.
“I hope so too. (Y/N), would you like to go on a date with me after we clean up your store? I know a wonderful place where we can get the best ice cream around here.”
Your eyes sparked up and that frown on your face turned into a bright smile.
“Yes I’d love to!”

Conquer You - Chapter 1

I managed to finish the first chapter. I have a feeling it’s only the first of many to come. Only if you guys like it of course.

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Thyra still couldn’t believe that she was back here. It had been almost ten years, but now she was home again, although this town was now barely recognizable as her home. It had grown so much and obviously become much richer as well. She wandered across the crowded market, amazed by how big it was. Merchants from all over the country had gathered here, offering food, textiles, jewelry and so much more. As a child she had often played between the booths and stolen sweets on a dare. She didn’t know how to feel about being back in Kattegat. This place brought back so many distant memories and feelings. She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts as two riders caught her attention. They had almost reached the town but they were still riding fast. Maybe it meant nothing but she was still alarmed.

“Who are they?” She asked an old man who was selling furs and gestured into the direction of the two riders.

The man squinted against the sunlight. “It’s the princes.”

Without another word, Thyra took off running. Ubbe and Sigurd coming back surely meant trouble. She reached the great hall and slipped through a back door. She made her way to the throne and Lagertha raised an eyebrow at her obvious hurry. But before Thyra could open her mouth to explain, the door flew open and the two princes strode in. She eyed them curiously. She had wanted to catch a glimpse on them while they were in Hedeby, but Lagertha had given her the task to make sure that the warriors were ready to march to Kattegat before dawn.  She had known them as children but they were undoubtably men now.

“Where is out mother?” One of them demanded to know. Thyra supposed it was the older one, Ubbe.

“She is dead, Ubbe. I killed her.” Lagertha said, staying completely calm.

Although they must have expected something like that, Thyra could see the shock on their faces and couldn’t help but feel bad for them. She knew how it felt to lose a parent.

“Why?” Ubbe asked, his voice shaking just the tiniest bit.

The queen answered something but although she was standing right next to the throne Thyra felt as if the words were coming from far away. Memories had stared to flash before her eyes, memories of her own mother. She tried to blink them away but it didn’t work.

Her mother’s face was pale and covered with sweat. Thyra felt incredibly scared and helpless while she held her hand, but there was nothing else she could do. The door was opened and Lagertha entered to room, crouching down next to her. She gave Thyra a smile but her eyes were clouded with worry. “Promise me to care of my daughter.” Mother whispered and weakly reached for the other woman’s hand. “Promise me, Lagertha.” Lagertha nodded sadly and placed her other hand on Thyra’s shoulder. “I promise.” Her mother tried to smile but only looked like a painful grimace. Then she closed her eyes and her features softened.

Thyra angrily shook her head. This was not the time to become overwhelmed by her feelings. She came back to reality just in time to see Ubbe pull his axe from his belt and push his brother away from him. He turned and moved towards the queen. One of her guards stepped between them immediately. Ubbe let him come close, then turned to the side and in the same fluid motion buried the axe in the man’s hip. It wasn’t a deadly wound but the guard went to the ground. The next one followed him just seconds later. Thyra curiously watched what was happening in front of her. She could see that the prince was a skilled warrior, his movements were forceful and precise and the warrior inside her was eager to test her skills against him. Her hand went to the handle of her sword, but Lagertha stopped her with a gesture.

“That won’t be necessary.”

Thyra grit her teeth but obeyed.

Ubbe was now stopped by several guards forming a shieldwall. Although he fought bravely and had already sent many warriors to the ground, it seemed to Thyra as if he was holding back, as if he did not want to actually kill anyone. Now that he had to face half a dozen opponents at once, it didn’t take long until they had him pinned to the ground and disarmed. He growled at Lagertha as she ordered the guards to bring him and his brother into a guarded hut. Thyra knew that they would be enemies but she couldn’t help but admire his courage.


Everyone was quiet at the dinner table. Although she hadn’t said anything about it and probably never would, Thyra knew that Lagertha was still shaken by Ubbe’s reaction. She had seen it in her eyes when the guards had lead the princes away. Thyra knew that Lagertha had done what she thought she had to and she would never doubt her queen’s decisions but she wondered if it had been the right move, not for Kattegat but for Lagertha. It surely wasn’t easy for her to be hated by the sons of Ragnar. They were after all the sons of the man she had loved, or still loved as some said.

“I don’t think Sigurd will cause us any trouble.” Astrid finally broke the silence.

“How do you know?” Thyra asked.

“I thought it would be helpful to find out a little more about them, so I talked to the slave girl who brings them their food.”

“You use her to spy on them?”

“If we want to keep control over the town, we have to do more than to play around with swords and axes, Thyra.” Astrid said in an important tone.

“You think that’s want I do all day? Play around?” Thyra hissed, feeling a rush of anger.

“Enough.” Lagertha interrupted, her voice sharp. “I’m tired of you two constantly being at each other’s throat.”

Thyra’s relationship with Astrid had always been a difficult one. The other woman was a couple of years older than her and even though she shared the bed with Lagertha, the queen had made Thyra her second in command, to much of Astrid’s dislike.

“We have to be careful with this information until we know if that slave girl is trustworthy.” Lagertha continued. “Did she tell you anything else?”

Astrid nodded. “Ubbe is still angry but Sigurd is calming him down. It looks like Sigurd’s relationship with his mother has not been the best one. I don’t think these two are a big thread right now, but Sigurd seems to be sure that Ivar will try to kill you. If he ever comes back that is.”

“Ivar?” Thrya was surprised. She had known the youngest son of Ragnar as a child. He had always been angry and cruel and she had even witnessed him killing another child once but she had never thought of the crippled prince as a real threat for them.

Astrid shrugged. “That’s what his brothers seem to believe, but I think we don’t have worry much about a cripple.”

“We should not underestimate him.” Lagertha decided. “From what I hear he knows how to use a weapon and is feared by many.”

Thyra was surprised by the queen’s words. She remembered Ivar as a selfish little brat who had always been under his mother’s wing. But it also made her curious to see what had become of him when he was now feared for his fighting skills.


A couple of days later everyone had gathered in the great hall. Thyra proudly stood next to the throne while Lagertha talked about her plans to build fortifications around the town. As the queen had ended her speech, everyone in the room stared to cheer, almost everyone. Ubbe and Sigurd were standing in the front row, arms crossed and staring up angrily at Lagertha. They still hadn’t accepted that she was their ruler now. Thyra wondered if it had been wise to allow them to move around the town freely. She had made sure that they were always followed by at least two shieldmaiden but now she wasn’t sure if that was enough. She got distracted from her thoughts when all of a sudden the crowd parted. She waited curiously and wondered what was about to happen.  Before she could see him, she heard him. It could only be Ivar. He dragged himself towards the throne, using small pikes to pull himself forward.

Thyra had heard that he had come back from England but she hadn’t met him yet. She had to admit that she was impressed with what she saw. Although he had to drag himself cross the floor, his movements were powerful and had a certain grace to them. His face was a mask of hate and his whole body seemed to be radiating a dark and threating atmosphere. And then there was his choice of weapons. These small pikes were different from a sword or an axe. With them you had to get real close to your opponent. They were made for killing on the shortest possible distance. All that combined made the prince a formidable sight. The spoiled little brat had grown into a handsome man, Thyra had to give him that.

“Welcome Ivar.” Lagertha greeted him as soon as he had pulled himself up on a stool.

“I’ve come here for justice.” He exclaimed boldly. “Everyone knows that you’ve killed my mother for no reason, except ambition. Therefore I demand justice.”

Ubbe stepped forward and placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder to calm him down. But Ivar just shook it off. “Don’t touch me, coward.” He hissed.

Ubbe stepped away from him and the look of defeat on his face almost caused Thyra to smile. As Ivar turned back to Lagertha, she rose from her throne and went to stand in front of him.

“He’s not a coward.” She said. Her voice was sympathetic as she placed her hand on the young man’s shoulder in a motherly gesture. “But maybe he understands some things that you don’t.”

Thyra could see Ivar’s eyes darken with even more fury than before. “I understand everything perfectly. You murdered my mother in cold blood. I want revenge!” The queen pulled back her hand as if she had burnt it. “I challenge you to single combat!” Ivar continued, his voice clear and confident.

A murmur went through the crowd. Thyra’s fascination for the prince grew with every second. His impudence seemed to know no limits. How did he think this would work? Did he want to fight her sitting on a stool? Thyra knew well enough that fast movement was of great importance in sword fighting. Ivar would not even be able to take a step back when needed and Lagertha’s combat skills were almost legendary. And still there he was, confidence written all over his face. Was he really as good as he thought or just stupid?

“I refuse.” She heard Lagertha say.

For a second Thyra saw the surprise in Ivar’s eyes but then he fixated the queen with a dark glare. “You can’t refuse.”

“I refuse to fight you.” Lagertha repeated, raising her voice for everyone to hear.

“Why? Hmm?” Ivar wanted to know.

“I don’t want to kill you.”

An amused, yet evil grin spread on Ivar’s face. “Who says you would kill me?”

“I do.” The queen stated.

His smile did not fade as he nodded slowly. “Alright. Don’t fight me then. I don’t care just as long as you know that one day I will kill you, Lagertha. Your fate is fixed.”

A shiver went down Thyra’s spine at his words. She had no doubt he had meant every word he’d said and that he intended to act on them.

Ivar shot Lagertha one last threatening glare and turned to leave as his eyes met Thyra’s. He froze in mid-movement and they stared at each other. Thyra felt these incredible blue eyes bore into her and couldn’t help but stare back, completely caught. Beneath the anger that was still shining in his eyes there was something else now. Was it curiosity? Before she was able to define it any further, Ivar broke the contact and left the room without looking back.

Lagertha sat back on her throne, clearly shaken despite of her confident words and Thyra knew she had been mistaken. Ivar was dangerous, dangerous in a way his brothers never would be.

#1230. (Following #1206) Skull Kid challenges people to put their hand in his mouth and take it out before he bites it. Since a soldier got half of his fingers bitten away, no one has the guts to try.

anonymous asked:

Does sunningrocks belong to riverclan or thunderclan?

(loud groans and swears, WindClan gets up and leaves, ShadowClan buries their heads in their paws, ThunderClan and RiverClan jump up and start yelling incoherently, competing to be heard)

That is a long, stupid story.

So back during the forming years of the Clans, all the leaders were friends and wanted to ensure as much peace as possible. So they established a section of neutral grounds where all the Clans could hunt, relax, and talk with friends across the border without fighting for resources, marked in blue here:

Now, because ShadowClan is separated from everyone else and hunts in different places, they have no reason to dispute over land. RiverClan and WindClan barely even need to acknowledge the free-land by the upper river, since they hunt so differently from each other and there’s a steep ledge on the moor that a cat can’t scale up or down. And everyone knows that the big space with the Gathering spot is owned by the spirits and higher-ups.

The Sunning-rocks, on the other hand…

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fearless warrior prepare for battle, stand your ground. fearless warrior hold your head up high, don’t get discouraged. this battle will only be for a little while. fearless warrior prepare for battle, stand your ground. fearless warrior dawn your armor, hold true to your heart’s desires. fearless warrior, don’t forget to look around you, don’t forget you have backup. fearless warrior stand your ground, prepare for battle. fearless warrior remember you don’t always have to be fearless.     /     indie gladiolus amicitia, by elijah. ( ap. )

Aine

Is there a “plot what plot?” tag for fluff? Anyway, after my last Lucien fic some people made me promise Lucien fluff. This is Feyre’s PoV, but Lucien is so very happy in this one. Feysand at the end.

@nerdfighterextraordinaire​ thanks for helping me pick an idea.


“Lucien did what?” Feyre asked, though she could see the fox not too far away from her and Cass. He was squatting, explaining Velaris to the little Illyrian girl by his side. She was looking around in wide-eyed wonder, listening intently to wait Luc said. He, in turn, was smiling the brightest she’d ever seen him smile. Truly the heir of day.

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fearless warrior prepare for battle, stand your ground. fearless warrior hold your head up high, don’t get discouraged. this battle will only be for a little while. fearless warrior prepare for battle, stand your ground. fearless warrior dawn your armor, hold true to your heart’s desires. fearless warrior, don’t forget to look around you, don’t forget you have backup. fearless warrior stand your ground, prepare for battle. fearless warrior remember you don’t always have to be fearless.     /     do not reblog to personal blogs. autoplay enabled.

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WELL I HAVE SINNED YET AGAIN!

I have made the love child of Death Sans ( @renrink ) and Geno Sans ( @loverofpiggies )

Ahh

Ahhh I love how she turned out like omfg yessss

Anyway a few fun facts of her:

-She is a reaper but she doesn’t enjoy taking the life of others. She reaps souls if they died of natural causes the others, especially, suicide she leaves for her dad. But she does reaps souls if they died of other things other than natural  causes she just doesn’t feel good doing so.

-She became a reaper ever since she was born so, her father, Death, gave her a personal welcoming gift: A Gaster Blaster of his own. This Gaster Blaster was a young one, perfect for his newly born daughter. They named the Gaster Blaster, Raven. Raven and Lilith have spend their entire lives together.

-Lilith has glitches around her left eye like her mother, Geno but, they aren’t covering her eye. They are just around it. When she is angered however they start circling around her left eye until finally they cover her entire left eye.

-Lilith does have wings like Death but they only show in critical moments.

-She enjoys spending time with Geno and listening to stories he creates. Especially with a Brave Warrior he always tells her. 

-Lilith is aware of the timelines but isn’t aware of Geno’s past and how Geno had a brother named Papyrus. The only Papyrus she knows is from her father’s side. Geno tends to create stories to talk about his brother but never told Lilith the truth. These stories are called, The Great Warrior of The Under Ground, The Savoir of Monsters.

-Lilith is aware of the other AUs

-Raven goes into Lilith’s mini gaster blaster in her belt when Lilith is reaping. Other than that she is always out.

-Lilith keeps her scythe behind her back at all times.

-Geno gave Lilith a gift on her 10th birthday. The gift was his Papyrus’ spare scarf. He told Lilith it belonged to the Great Warrior and that she should have it. Lilith kept it and never took it off.

anonymous asked:

I'm starting to think that antis will make up any reason to argue because they need to feel like they're some moral high ground warrior here. Disagreeing with someone is one thing. But inciting violence/suicide makes said person a coward. And what's this I keep reading about them threatening staff of the show?? If that's true I'm suprised were getting another season. Shows have been cancelled for less.

Anti mindset is just the concept of making shit out as problematic for the sake of it for this shit of looking ‘woke’ like making non problematic shit problematic doesn’t make you woke it just makes you a moron

Common Grounds

So a few years ago, Top Cow put out a 6 issue anthology miniseries called Common Grounds. Set in its own little superhero universe, the conceit was the existence of a chain of coffee shops of that name where superheroes and supervillains could just chill out, shoot the breeze, have a bite to eat.

Anyhow, what follows is a story from the final issue that seemed particularly relevant.

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