well i tried! not sure what this is but anyway

[Pearl] Oh! Peridot!

[Peri] huh?

[Pearl] That purple friend of yours-


[Peri] Wh- uh… I don’t actually know them. but what?

[Pearl] Ah… I wasn’t sure.. Anyway, I saw them at the edge of the woods. I tried to say hello but they just ran off!

[Peri] That seems to be their only response to greetings huh. Thats the only sign of them in a while… could you tell where they went?

[Pearl] The encounter gave no evidence to anything in particular, they just kinda ran off in some random direction, I’m sorry.

[Peri] Well uh, thanks for letting me know, I guess.

I really hope they come back

the thought of them never returning just because they think I might go after them if they come near is a bit daunting. I’ve… underestimated how much I rely on them. and now I need all the help I can get.


[Ame] Check it out! squak squak! she likes it!


Falling Asleep

A lovely person that I have been messaging a quite a bit lately told me she had trouble falling asleep because she was stressed. I kind of tried to help her? Obviously I brought Shawn into it… But she said that it actually did help her so I thought maybe it could help other people as well? Anyways here is what I messaged her :)

Shawn rubbing soothing circles into your skin. Running your hands along his chest listening to his soft even breathing. The steady thudding of his heart a soothing rhythm against your ear. He hums a tune to which you slowly but surely fall asleep… His voice lulling you into a warm comfortable trance. His hand running through your hair as he presses you to his chest. Your face buried against his torso. Inhaling his oh so familiar scent, letting the vibrations of his voice go through you. His voice laying over your bones, heavy with exhaustion, like a blanket. His fingers carding through your hair in long fluid motions. His warm soft skin against yours spreading a comfortable heat in you tired body. Your breathing matches his, slow, long drawn, calming breaths. Your heavy eyes slowly falling shut as your heart rate slows… drowsy fingers press against his chest. His humming becomes deeper, fainter as you slowly drift into a peaceful sleep…

I wanted to do something for @jolymesweek so I did the wedding/high fashion I guess?? Even I can’t tell what this is supposed to be. Well… at the end of the day its jolymes and that’s the only thing that matters.


Aaaaaaand… the face up is done! :D Took me pretty much the whole friggin’ day, but so far I’m very pleased with the result <3 Some fun facts: 

  • Sealant: despite all my preparations, I pretty much ended up doing the exact opposite of what I’d planned to do XD after four years, my beloved Liquitex Matte spray can decided to die on me JUST today. No matter how much I tried, the friggin’ sealant wouldn’t get out of the can AT ALL. So I ended up using Lukas Spray Film instead, despite not really doing much testing with it beforehand (well, I did try it on the head cap first, but, unlike with Liquitex, I didn’t let it stay there for a whole couple of days and just waited around 20 minutes, just to make sure it wouldn’t melt the resin). Anyway, I’m glad I ended up using it, because the results were SO MUCH BETTER than anything I’ve ever achieved using Liquitex :O the texture was a lot smoother and way easier to work with. So yeah, a happy accident indeed. 
  • Materials: again, ended up using everything BUT what I’d planned to use :’D The brushes I had turned out to be way too big for his face, so I ended up using a bunch of cheap ass nail art brushes… which, however, did their job pretty well. Also, despite spending months collecting a whole set of pastels to use on the face up, I eventually ended up repainting the shit out of him using some acrylics I bought… this morning .___. My pastel lines were looking all weird, uneven and dirty (you can see them in the second pic) and I didn’t really like that, soooo… acrylics ftw U____U
  • Expectation vs reality: removing his eyes was about as painful as I thought it’d be. I was super scared of breaking him, especially after I realised that the resin is somewhat thin on one of his eyes D: Placing them back in, however, was easier than I thought. Granted, I was still super scared to break him, but overally it was pretty quick to do. Eyelashes were also surprisingly not as difficult to place as I would have thought :O Wanna know what was really difficult to make? THAT FUCKING BANDANA. Since it will take a while for Aaron’s new wig to arrive, I decided to get myself a piece of fabric and try to make him a bandana to use with his current wig and cover his balding forehead. Easy, right? NOPE. Wrapping it around his head and making it stay in place was A PAIN IN THE ASS. Took me a good twenty minutes to come up with a somewhat decent result. And then, of course, I ended up removing it anyway because I read around that coloured fabric can stain the resin and I don’t want to risk his forehead turning red, so… much ado about nothing ;___;
So Far Perfect (Barry Allen x Reader)

Request: How about a oneshot where Barry comes back from flashpoint and one of the things that changed is that the reader and him are dating, and he’s just hyped about it because he’s been smitten with her for a while?

Prompt: Barry finds out that one of the changes to the timeline is that he is now dating his high school crush.

Words: 790

Warnings: none

A/n: Seriously hope you guys like it. I tried my best but I’m not sure if it turned out okay or not, it also 3am so my judgement is a little off lol. Anyways, Happy Reading!

Barry’s POV

“Things are back to how they should be. Well, for me anyways for you well…I guess you’ll have to wait and find out.” Eobard says with a smirk.

“What does that mean?”

“See you sometime soon, Flash.”

I shift and turn in my bed, Eobard words still in my mind. After he left me at Joe’s I decided to just call it a night, but now all I can think about is all the possible changes. Why would it change? Shouldn’t everything just go back to the way it was? If there was a change could it please be something good?

I walked into STAR laboratories eyeing everything carefully looking for some small changes to the place. As I near the doors to the cortex I hear laughter from inside.

I look inside and see Joe and Cisco talking while looking at some new gadget. Iris and Caitlin sat in some chairs while Iris showed Caitlin something on her phone. Everyone was here except…oh no.

“Hey guys I have a question.” I enter the room and suddenly all conversation stops.

“You feeling okay, dude? I thought you were going to take some time off.” Cisco speaks up after a short moment of silent stares in the room.

“What? I mean, yeah, I am fine. Where is y/n?” I asked, trying to cover up the clear panic in my voice.

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anonymous asked:

So... what are your thoughts on memes, Kaede-san?

Well…a certain someone always tries to make sure that we’re up to date with the “latest memes” in the group chat.

I guess I try to…keep up with them? There sure are funny ones, but that certain someone I just mentioned should stop using them so much that everyone else starts to hate on those memes.

Quick Anders fic list for @erismorne who wanted some recs -

Note that there are a TON of really good ones out there and this is really just scratching the surface (i.e. here’s what’s in my bookmarks lmao)

General Stuff:

Scourge - An attempt to make Anders tranquil backfires spectacularly.

Animagus - What if mages shapeshifted more than you hear about?

With Hawke, Not Explicit:

Strike That, Reverse It - Anders tries to write a letter to Hawke explaining how he feels about him.  He’s pretty sure it fails, but it’s okay, Isabela sends it anyway.

Always Always - Hawke loves playing with Anders’ hair.  This is a very sweet (and very well written) fic that’s part of a series and actually I recommend the whole series.

Smile - Cute cute cute.  Actually I recommend anything by apostapal for all your Adorable Fluffy Needs.

This Night - Hawke and Anders meet up again years later - note that this is about a Hawke who did not approve of Anders’ actions at the Chantry (but still loves him)

The Quiet and the Confusion - Darktown is overly protective of their healer…

Explicit, For Some Reason Most of This is Kanders:

Anders Has a Good Night: Hawke #femdoms the mage

Not What I Was Expecting: Hawke has a condition that makes sex painful, Anders helps find other ways to satisfy her.

Lessons In Healing: Backstory fic that also has some hot smut, it’s about Anders and Karl in the Circle.

Windfall: Really goddamn gorgeous Anders/Karl smut.  Karl takes Anders’ virginity and they both have a great time.

I was gonna list some more but actually I have to go to work now lmao.  Oh also here’s shameless self promotions of my own Anders fics. 👈

anonymous asked:

I'm not sure what darkaplier or however to spell it is.Could you explain it please?

Of course anon! I’ll explain it as best as I can!

Darkiplier is basically a darker entity of Markiplier, well now anyway.

Back then, before Darkiplier even existed, fans called him this when he started to act strange or creepy. Now, he is a character within Markiplier’s world, like Warfstache for example!

Darkiplier is described to be admired of Markiplier’s achivements (possibly envious), a social manipulator, and is overall a bad person. The complete opposite of Mark who loves everyone, who is loyal, who is a great person overall.

So, here’s your answer. I tried to explain it as best as I could. Hope this helps! ;w;

Originally posted by icantbackflip

I’ve tried to write this several times but I can never decide what I want to say or if I’m even saying it right but anyway. Today, on her side of the world, is my friend Phoebe’s birthday. You might know her as @actingharold. Happy Birthday Pheebs!  It’s also Tom Glynn-Carney’s birthday as well (Feb. 7th but we’re on Australian time for the sake of this post), whom I’m sure you’ve noticed, Pb is quite fond of, I mean…how neat is that?

Even if you don’t know Phoebe, you’ve probably seen her amazing edits and gifs floating around on your dash, so you know how talented and creative she is. Maybe you’ve seen one of her selfies, so you know how beautiful she is. Stunning really, it’s pretty incredible. If you’ve ever talked to her, then you know how funny and kind she is. Honestly, every time we talk, I’m laughing, so much. SO MUCH WOW. She is well-versed in Simpsons quotes which is just…..amazing, truly (maybe my favorite thing about her tbh). She’s so smart too, so so smart. Did you know that there are lakes in Australia? She’s the only reason I know how to make gifs. She literally sat on her computer one morning (night for me) and we sent screenshots back and forth, for several hours, so I could figure out how to use photoshop. Trust me…I know I’m frustrating, but Pheebs is always there. I’m not really sure why she chooses to talk to me on a daily basis, but I can tell you that she’s made my life better just by being around. The nights I can’t sleep, it’s nice to be able to talk to her, to send super up close photos of Harry’s face to her, or to go back and forth with emojis that don’t transfer well because she has an android (why)…..It’s a strawberry 🍓 Pb, not a tomato 🍅. I honestly could go on and on about how hilarious she is, and her taste in music, and her cat’s, and her snaps, and her passion for babies, and animals, and bananas, and oats etc. etc. But I think I’ll leave it with a simple thank you.

Thank you Pheebs, my 6 foot goddess! You’re 10% peanut butter, 90% sarcasm and (let me be lame) 100% wonderful. Happy Birthday. I hope you have a good day because you truly deserve it. Love ya ♥️

We Meet Again

Requested by: Anonymous

Words: 919

Request: Hi! Can u do an imagine where you’re 15 year old girl and went to Neverland. Peter Pan cares about you a lot and gets very protective over you. But you’re from Enchanted F. (Regina’s daughter) and when the curse happens you disappear from Neverland and went Stroybrooke. By the years you became cold and too fierce because of dark magic. Now you came back for Henry. With your new behaviours.

I am sorry that this took me forever to write, and that I haven’t posted an imagine in almost three months. Oh my gosh time does go by fast! But anyway, I really liked this request and tried to give it justice best way I could. I’m a bit rusty so forgive any mistakes and what not. Also I was thinking of maybe making a part two to this because there wasn’t mush Peter x Reader and for other reasons, but I’m still not sure. Let me know what you think. Well that’s enough rambling on my part, enjoy! I hope you like it!


You never thought you’d hear that word ever again. The name of the only place to ever hold enough meaning in your life.

“Peter I’m scared” you mumbled, straining to listen to anything in the quiet night.

“It’s going to be alright y/n.. I promise” he assured, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. His soft touch forced you look up into his eyes, finding all the honesty in the world.

You nodded, but still had your doubts. “I know when my mother is planning something, I always get a weird feeling, and I know it is big this time. What if I am forced to leave Neverland?” You whispered your question, nearing Peter, nuzzling into his chest.

“I wouldn’t let that happen” he promised with a quick kiss on your forehead.

So much for that, you thought to yourself as you set foot on Neverland for the second time in your life. You were accompanied by your mother, best known as the Evil Queen, The Charmings as you liked to call them, Rumpelstiltskin and Hook. You all had one mission, which was the only reason you had agreed to come, to save Henry; your adopted brother, whom you had grown to care for.

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why do people think that dean was so gr8 to cas in season 8 though.

like, yeah, dean looks for cas in purgatory, but so what? dean spent pretty much all of s6 and s7 emotionally, verbally, and even physically abusing cas and he never genuinely apologized for it at all and he was never held accountable for his actions by the narrative. dean looking for cas in purgatory wasn’t even the show trying to redeem him for how horribly he’s treated cas or make up for it because that would involve the show acknowledging that dean ever wronged cas in the first place. which it hasn’t. that storyline was just there to erase from everyone’s minds how awful dean is. (which i guess gj to the writers because they sure accomplished that well.)

and like “oh dean says he won’t leave purgatory without cas!” okay, but that’s precisely what happened anyway? dean got out of purgatory and he never tried to get cas out at all. he created a false memory that made him even more culpable because it showed that cas was still alive. he let everyone else believe that cas was dead thus sabotaging anyone else’s efforts to get him out. (and if samandriel hadn’t presumably told naomi, who still went to purgatory anyway despite dean’s implication that cas died, cas would still fucking be there.)

and then when cas did get out of purgatory, dean’s reaction to that and the whole situation was to yell at cas, refuse to listen to him when he wanted to talk about what happened because he thought cas had legitimate reasons to be upset and angry with him, refuse to accept any responsibility for what happened, blame cas for everything, and refuse to accept feeling bad about it.

pretty much the entirety of 8x08 was dean controlling cas and verbally abusing him. even cas could tell that dean was trying to manipulate him in that episode. cas literally had to shout “i said no” at dean because he wouldn’t respect cas saying no the first time. dean was still confused about cas’s suicidal thoughts despite cas repeatedly expressing similar sentiments to him since 7x17 and even in the last fucking episode before this one. oh, and not to mention how in a prior episode dean had samandriel standing in front of him basically saying that there are still angels out there who care about cas yet has never told cas this information at all. which, js, could be helpful to cas given that his suicidal thoughts are linked to the guilt he feels for hurting his family.

dean was dismissive and mocking of cas helping people and his attempts to be a hunter in 8x10. he was basically using cas as both a substitute for sam and way to get back at him. “cas, any time now” — dean to cas, who was cowering on the floor in the middle of a panic attack. after cas disappeared at the end of the episode, what exactly did dean do to find him and help him? oh right. nothing. and not only that but in 8x16 he was praying for cas to help him.

“blah blah blah, dean saying i need you~” like, wow, cool. but dean said that because he was trying not to die. (plus the entire basis of their relationship is dean’s wants and his needs coming first and cas’s not even factoring into the equation at all. so, yeah, why am i supposed to be impressed with this, even ignoring the context.)

i’ll just let this vid speak for 8x22:

and, well, these gifs:

and then in the finale when cas comes to dean for help, dean immediately says no. (like he always does.) oh, and. “you did a lot of damage up there. you think they’re just gonna let that slide.“ despite how dean has had an angel stand in front of him and tell him that there are still angels out there who care about cas.

dean was seriously horrible to cas in season 8 and i do not understand what the hell people are talking about when they think he wasn’t or why i’m even supposed to care about any nice moments (or more like supposedly “nice” moments that actually aren’t nice at all) when there is so much more of dean being awful to cas.

Things We Didn’t Say (Sam Drake x Reader)

Requested by @xnanami.

A/N: I’m back with another Sam Drake request. This is a bit long so I hope you guys won’t be tortured reading this rubbish. Got a bit of Sully in here too, well what can I say I tried guys. I feel like that should be my new life motto or something. Anyways hope you like it!

You were working through some papers for a job that Sully had passed on to you. Skimming past the last remaining ones, checking every small detail to make sure it’s up to standard your eye lids were starting to become heavy, but you kept on going as you wanted to finish it by today. Completing the last checks on the final piece, you lay back in your chair with a great sigh of relief, “All done.” You manage to mumble out to yourself.

Turning your head slightly to your side you notice the endless ticking from the clock on the wall, as the small hand pointed to the number four. However, it wasn’t four in the afternoon, but morning instead. Turning your head back to face the ceiling, you rest your eyes for a moment thinking about the day ahead. Ever since you began working for Sully these early mornings had become a regular occurrence for you, but over time you didn’t seem to mind it at all. The paperwork was only a small part of what you had to do, there was always more exciting things that followed like all the travelling you got to do. You always looked forward to that, and it definitely was fun with the three of you together, you, Sully, and Sam.

You sigh once more just thinking about Sam. Sam Drake really was quite something, you could make an endless list about him, but more importantly he was your good friend. Replaying back to the moment when you first met him, you both hit it off straight away. As it turned out both you and Sam had a lot in common and you seemed to get on pretty well which led you to become such good friends.

Over time as the days you spent together with each other become more regular, you found yourself developing almost what seemed like a crush. Oh but it wasn’t just a crush, it was a lot more than that. Finding it difficult to ignore these new found feelings of yours, you tried your best to hide them away. You didn’t dare risk telling anyone about this, especially Sam. After all he may not feel the same way about you, and you didn’t want to ruin the friendship you had.

As the days continued things seemed normal again, and nothing seemed out of place. You really did place a lot of effort in hiding your feelings from Sam hoping not to seem too out of place, but soon enough all that had changed. This time it wasn’t you who was acting out of place but rather it was Sam. Not being able to exactly place your finger upon the issue, it seemed as if he was acting a lot more distant towards you almost as if he didn’t want to be around you. Had you done something wrong? The thought lingered in your mind, you admit you were a little hurt over this.

You really wanted to make things right again between you and Sam, but it was difficult to begin even thinking about where to start or what you should even say to him. You decide it was best not to dwell over this as it won’t make things change, instead you chose to chase up Sully with the complete paperwork.

Getting up from your current sitting position, you shuffled the papers together in a neat pile picking them up from the desk before heading for the door. Heading down the corridor over to where Sully’s room was, you lightly knock on the door soon noticing that it was left slightly ajar. Hearing no reply, you decide to go in further, creaking the door open and entering the room. Having a quick look around you realise that you weren’t the only one here.

Instead of Sully, it was Sam who was here in the room. With a smoke in his hand, he was currently looking out the open window admiring the view. “Hi.” You gently greet him not wanting to disturb him. He turns to look at you giving you a weak smile, “Hey.” You felt a little relieved, this wasn’t going so bad.

“Have you seen Sully?” You ask him as you approach to where he was standing.  "Nah, think he’s out.“ Was the only reply he gave you, before taking another puff from the cigarette in his hand releasing the smoke back into the air.

"Finished with the papers?” He gestured to the ones you were holding in your hand. “Yeah.” You nod. You felt your throat knot up and your heart began beating faster, this wasn’t good.

Turning to face the window with only the awkward silence following after, neither of you said a word. Dabbing the smoke in the ashtray placed on the windowsill as the fresh breeze of air followed into the room, Sam finally speaks up, “(Y/N) I think I better get going, got some things to looks over.” There he was again leaving you. He doesn’t spend too much time looking at you before making his leave, but before you let him do that you decide that now was the time to make things right again.

As Sam is about to turn away and head for the door, you grab a hold of his hand making him look at you, “Sam please don’t go.” You plead him to stay, noticing the surprised look on his face. Admittedly he wasn’t the only one surprised by your actions, you felt your hand shake as you hold on to his. “I’m sorry if I’ve done something to hurt you, please let me make this right…I just want us to be okay again.” There was no going back now.

You watch Sam as your words reach him. He doesn’t back away, “(Y/N) I’m the one who should be sorry…It’s difficult to explain.” You sense a hint of sadness in his voice.

“Sam please, just tell me.” You see him think it over for a brief moment, “How about I show you instead?” A little confused by his choice of words, you wait for what was going to happen next. Moving his hand from your grip, he reaches out cupping your face. Your heart beating faster than before, as he leans in closer until your lips meet.  You didn’t hesitate to kiss him back, deepening the kiss, his sweet taste lingering in your mouth a little longer. You wanted this moment to never end, but both of you soon found yourself pulling away for air.

“I hope that explains it.” Looking at each other with the realisation of what just happened, you feel a smile forming but you weren’t done yet. You lean in for another kiss, as Sam places his hands on your waist pulling you closer to him, both enjoying each other’s closeness once more.  

“Well it’s about damn time!” The voice coming from the doorway startled the both of you, leading you to break the kiss apart before turning to look at none other than Sullivan.

“Sully! How long have you been here?” You ask him slightly embarrassed about what he just witnessed. “Long enough kid.” He puffed from the cigar in his mouth, self-satisfied with his newfound discoveries.

You felt the heat rise up all the way to your cheeks, Sam just rubbed the back of his neck as the both of you tried to come up with an excuse. “I think this is our cue to leave. C’mon I think we have a lot to talk about.” Sam gestures to the door, looking at you with a smile on his face. You don’t hesitate to follow Sam, apologizing to Sully as you rush past him hearing him mumble something about being too old for this.

You giggled at his comment, it finally felt right again. You hoped that this time it won’t change.

Never Alone [Voltron Secret Valentine 2017]

This is a fic for @thalia-freaking-grace, whom I had to gift for the Voltron Secret Valentine 2017! Truth be told, I had some difficulties deciding what to ultimately do. However, I’ve seen that you are quite fond of Lance, so I decided to make him the focus of this fic. However, you already expressed how much you love every other paladin, so I’ve made sure to include them all! I tried to make little Klance moments as well. Anyway, I hope you’ll enjoy this story!

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So We Meet Again (Part 2)

AN: I tried to be a little more descriptive this time but I’m not sure how well that worked out for me, so permit me. Anyways, time to finally get that Kylo action.

Warnings: Angst, Swearing, mentions of blood

Word Count: 2K

Part 1  Part 3  Part 4

You looked into the face of your closest friend; Ben. He was laughing, something he didn’t really do often. You had told him a joke, what, you couldn’t remember, you were just enjoying the way he scrunched up his nose and threw his head back as his deep laughter filled the air. You remembered this moment in perfect detail each time it floated back to the surface of your mind. It was the time where the inkling of a crush started scratching its way to the surface, and no matter how much you hated it, you couldn’t really help it. He was definitely handsome, but that was only a bonus. Even though he could be the most stubborn, silent jerk, he still had a great personality that he never really showed anyone. Damn his introversion. All the other padawans thought you were crazy for trying to talk to Ben, but they often forgot that Ben was the first person to talk to you. Even if he never reciprocated the deepest feelings of your heart, you knew you two would always have a bond that couldn’t be severed, after all, he had told you so himself.

Now you felt foolish for ever having felt that way.

When you had woken up you felt the ship landing. You shivered at the cold of the cell you were in, the darkness of its walls seemingly fitting to the eerie atmosphere. Another dark chuckle left your lips as you rested your head against the wall. The ship shook as it stopped moving, and you looked up at the door to the cell expectantly. Sure enough, within a few minutes, two Stormtroopers opened the door and picked you up by your arms. Your leg had bled enough to where you didn’t even think of giving a fight, and you just let them carry you away to one of their interrogation rooms. When they strapped you down, they were anything but gentle, and you found yourself wincing when they held your legs down. After they left, that same silence overcame and you let out your millionth sigh. Now all you had to do was wait until that murderer came. Fuck, fuck, fuck. This situation didn’t seem to be looking up for you any time soon.

After what felt like countless hours, you heard the door opening and heavy footsteps coming into the interrogation room. He stopped right in front of you, but you couldn’t look at him. You stubbornly had your eyes closed, refusing to look at the man in the mask, the man who ruined your life.
“(Y/N),” came a distorted voice. You couldn’t resist your curiosity, so you looked forward. You thought you heard something through that mask but you decided to ignore it. This man wouldn’t feel anything at all for you, how could he? You just stared at him with the hatred of all the years gathered together. Then you heard the sounds of his helmet, and he removed it, revealing a face you thought you’d never see again.

Kylo Ren was just as handsome as Ben Solo had been, if not more. His features looked more stressed, and his hair had grown a considerable length. He looked at you with disbelief as if he expected you to react to his face, or to respond to his use of your name, but you stayed quiet and angry, fuming beneath the surface. Just seeing him was filling you with all the rage you had buried over the years, and you wanted to be loose of your restraints so that you could show him exactly how you felt about him.

“(Y/N), are you not going to say anything?” he said, his deep voice coming out smoothly. You looked away again, and refused to look at him any longer. You kept it up for a few more minutes before you heard his footsteps coming closer, and then a glove resting on your chin, gently turning your head to look at him.
You wanted to focus on anything but actually looking him in the eye, you wouldn’t give him that power, so you turned to examining his many freckles and spots that you once thought were adorable, and were now making you sadder than anything. You tried looking away but his grip increased, and you felt an angry tear falling down your face.

“Let the fuck go of me,” you whispered shakily. He didn’t listen, and instead you felt his glove wipe off your renegade tear.

“It’s been so long,” he whispered, so silently that had he not been so close to you, you might not have heard.

“I said let go.” You forced your chin out of his grasp, and he stepped back, almost as if he was shocked that the reaction he got out of you wasn’t positive. You saw his jaw clench as his anger began to build. Good. Fuck him.

“Aren’t you happy to see me?” He said, his anger seeping through.

“Fuck if I am,” you sneered. “After all it’s not every day you see the murderer of your family.” He didn’t say anything, but you knew he was growing angrier and angrier. This was bound to hit a nerve. Maybe if you were lucky, he would get angry enough to kill you, and you would never have to deal with him again.

“It’s not like they ever really cared. Remember, I was the first person who spoke to you, you, the girl abandoned by her family.” That one hit home, and you looked away from him so that he couldn’t see the tears that were forming in your eyes.

“They weren’t my fucking family. And you didn’t speak to me, Ben did. You’re just a monster wearing his skin.” You heard his fists clench and footsteps coming closer. “Kill me and get it over with. No one would be surprised when they hear that (Y/N) (Y/L/N) was killed by Kylo Ren.” The room was silent for a few seconds, as if he was debating whether or not to actually kill you. The footsteps started again, and you looked back to see him putting the stupid mask back on.

“I’m not going to kill you. In fact, you’re going to be my guest,” he said in the mechanical voice caused by the mask. It caused shivers to run down your spine. He looked down at your leg and saw the blood seeping down and then turned away. He left the room promptly, leaving you to wonder if this was how the First Order treated all their guests.

Not long afterwards the door opened again, and in came Kylo Ren and a doctor. The doctor approached you with gauze and disinfectant in hand as they kneeled down in front of your leg. Ren released the restraint on that leg so that the doctor could clean and cover your wound. You looked away as it was going on, wincing when the doctor put on the disinfectant. After the doctor was finished, they addressed Ren.

“It’ll need to be changed every day. Would you rather I do it, sir, or would you feel better doing it?” the doctor said in an almost nervous tone. You could sense their anxiety about being in Ren’s presence, and you scoffed, causing both Kylo and the doctor to turn their heads to you before addressing one another again.

“I’ll change the bandages, doctor, just bring the necessary supplies to my quarters,” he said through that malicious mask. You heard the footsteps of the doctor scurrying away before two more pairs of steps entered the room. You looked up to see a pair of Stormtroopers that were approaching you. They released you from your restraints and began to carry you away, closely followed by Kylo Ren.

This gave you a good chance to look at the ship. Its durasteel walls were plain and every time someone passed by, they walked a little more quickly at the sight of their commander. Groups of troops passed by hurriedly, except for a few, who watched as this unkempt woman was being carried away by their comrades, and in their minds, they were thinking about the inevitability of your death, how Ren was sure to kill you as he had never passed up killing anyone else before.

Finally, you came before a door, and as it opened, you realized where you were. Oh great. His fucking living quarters. You supposed this meant he really had meant that he wasn’t going to kill you, but you weren’t sure what was worse, being killed now or dying of boredom having to stay prisoner in his room forever.

The troops dropped you onto the couch and then promptly left as the commander came closer to you. The door closed and you two were alone again. He reached up to his mask and removed it again, setting it on a small table. He looked back at you and let out a sigh of his own.

“Look,” he said in a tired voice, “you’re going to be staying in here. Don’t even try to escape, it won’t take long for you to run into trouble.” He ran a hand through his hair and then walked over to a small kitchen where he pulled out a glass from a cabinet and filled it with water. Kylo then walked back over and handed you the water that you grudgingly took. You didn’t want to accept anything from him, but you knew it had been a while since you had drunk anything.

There was a tapping on the door, and Kylo got up and headed to it. You tried to look around him to see who it was and you noticed the doctor from before. They were speaking in hushed voices before, once more, the doctor bustled away, leaving you alone with Kylo again.

You looked up into his brown eyes, finally taking a good look at them. They were clouded with emotion, but what exactly, you couldn’t tell.
“How long will I be staying here?” You asked, a small part of you hoping that he would let you go at some point.

“In this room? Until we, General Hux and myself, can trust you. With the First Order?” He was silent for a little bit, contemplating his answer carefully. “Indefinitely. You can either sleep on the bed or the couch. The choice is yours. As for what you can do in the meantime, you can mess with anything in here, just don’t go digging through the stuff in my room.” You looked around the room and examined exactly what all you could do. There wasn’t much, some books and a datapad, but other than that it looked like you were going to suffer boredom like you initially thought.

Kylo walked away into a separate room, one that you assumed was his, and soon came back, a t-shirt in his hands. He put them on the same table where he had previously placed his helmet.

“Change into that if you want to. I don’t think you’ll want to stay in those clothes forever,” he said before picking up the helmet and walking towards the door.

“Wait,” you said, right as he was about to put the helm back on. “Why didn’t you kill me then? Why aren’t you killing me now?” You asked, your curiosity once more getting the better of you. You were too tired to fight anymore, but those two questions were tearing away at your insides like mad beasts.

Kylo was silent again. He wasn’t particularly sure he wanted to answer your question, but part of him knew you deserved at least these two answers.
“Remember how I told you to go on a walk? I did that so they wouldn’t kill you. I wanted you to come with me but I knew you wouldn’t, so I opted for keeping you alive. I won’t kill you now because I can’t lose you again,” he spoke softly. Kylo then finished putting on his helmet before heading out of the door.

xparapluiex  asked:

What's your gemsona's weapon though?

I’ll probably tweak the design a bit to look a little more, well, magical. But, uh, yeah. Crossbow! Because, believe it or not, I was a decent shot back in the day (with a compound but uh aNYWAY).
Primarily used to immobilize opponents instead of dealing damage. Buy time to escape or w/e. Not sure if that’s goo or ice though /shruuug

Preferences: When You’re Pissed Off

(So, this is my first time making gifs, or using them for preferences. Not sure how I feel about them, but they work well enough in my opinion.)


Sam knows immediately what to do. He can see right off the bat that you’re in a shitty mood, so he tries to head it off before it blows up on him. He tells you you’re going to take the night off together, just hang out. He goes out and rents your favorite movie, picks up your favorite pizza, and gets a bottle of your favorite wine. You realize what he’s doing, but choose not to comment on it anyway, for the sake of not picking a fight. You spend the night in front of the TV in the bunker with him trying to make you laugh and forget about why you were so pissed off to begin with. Before you know it he’s succeeded and you’re able to just focus on how much fun you’re having. You realize later when you’re falling asleep in his arms just how lucky you are that he does this for you.


Dean takes a little longer to catch on to your mood, after all, emotions aren’t really his thing. When he does, however, he knows exactly what to do. Dean’s favorite ways to burn off steam tend to be more physical, and that’s exactly what he has in mind for you. He usually has you out on the firing range, maybe even offers to spar with you a little. If that doesn’t work he has been known to purposely pick a fight so you can have the chance to yell at him. Occasionally he’s even convinced you to work out your frustrations in the bedroom. Sure, it may not be the healthiest way to deal with it, but it seems to work for you two. Afterwards Dean sends you off to the showers with a kiss, and makes your favorite dinner. The two of you enjoy the meal together, and he finally gets you to open up to him about whatever is going on. He spends the rest of the time making you laugh, before finally finishing off the evening with an amazing massage.


The first time Cas experienced one of your bad moods almost ended in disaster. You loved your angel, but his need to fix everything almost drove you insane. After the biggest fight ever, you realized that the only reason he wanted to fix everything so bad was simply because he cared about you, and he realized that you didn’t need him to fix anything as much as you just needed him to be there. After that whenever you were in a bad mood Cas would whisk the two of you off to some amazing place. Whether it was a hillside in the Swiss Alps, a remote beach, or even your favorite park near the bunker, he’d remove you both from whatever was going on and spend the time just holding you and regaling you with stories of the amazing things he’d witnessed over his ridiculously long life. That night you’d fall asleep feeling peaceful, only vaguely aware of his wings wrapped around you.  

anonymous asked:

Mermaid au Could hiccups tail be periment and has to live in the ocean and can he talk in clicks as well and stoick didnt know that it was periment and has to say goodbye forever than hiccup meets merman jack and all the cheesy stuff to come

I tried, but it’s probably not as fluffy as you wanted it to be aha…. At the end I put some reference photos again. 

Warnings: nakey mermaids but other than that nothing really?

I apologize for any mistakes made.

Hiccup looked at the water with disdain. What gave it the right to control his life? His father noticed his face and set a large hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry, Son,” he said softly. Hiccup sighed and looked up to him, frowning at the tears in his eyes. “I didn’t think sixteen years would pass by so quickly.”

“I know,” he agreed quietly. Just off in the water his mother waiting for him. He could see her head bouncing with the waves. He hugged his arms around his stomach. “So this is really going to happen? I can’t come back?”

“You know you can’t. You’ll die if you ever tried coming back to land.” Stoick’s voice caught in his throat and he pulled his son closer. “I know I haven’t been the best father, but I love you, Hiccup, more than you could ever know.”

Hiccup chewed on the inside of his cheek to keep his eyes from watering. “I love you too.”

“Your mother loves you too, she’ll take care of you.” Stoick wiped at his eyes and cleared his throat. “Just make sure to visit once in awhile during high tide. Don’t expect to get away from me soon.”

Hiccup snorted and nodded. They watched as the sun disappeared and the moon began to shine. Hiccup’s body burned and he began to claw at his clothes. Stoick, with new tears in his eyes, silently helped his son undress. He looked pained as Hiccup moaned and screamed. They knew this would happen, the pain of transforming, but it didn’t hurt any less to see his son suffer.

Finally, with Hiccup undressed, Stoick pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Go to her. I love you.”

The brunette managed to push through his screams and nodded. He choked out an ‘I love you’ back before running towards the water.

He felt instant relief as water crashed over him. He dove deeper and deeper until he was fully submerged. For a moment he panicked because his lungs began to ache for air. He gasped and water filled him, but it didn’t burn. Experimentally, he breathed a few times and found it as easy as it was on land.

He looked for his legs but had a tail instead. It was slim and all different shades of green. There were thin, almost translucent fins at his hips and at the end was a fin that fanned out and fluttered like an undersea, iridescent flower. He touched it with his newly webbed fingers, watching his scales shine in the moonlight filtering through the water.

He heard a muffled voice from above. Breaking through the surface, he waved to his father. Stoick called out to him, but he couldn’t understand him. “I don’t understand!” Hiccup shouted back, or more like chattered, but Stoick just shook his head, calling out once more. Hiccup felt his chest tighten. He couldn’t understand his father anymore. He couldn’t understand humans at all.

A hand came onto his shoulder and he started, clumsily swimming away. A woman’s laugh rang in the air. “Oh, you look wonderful.”

She had dark brown hair that was braided with seaweed and shells. A pearl crown was perched on her head, showing her status. Her thin face made her eyes look even bigger. She looked just like the picture Stoick kept by his bed. Hiccup recognized her immediately. “Mom,” he said.

“Yes, my sweet boy, you’re home now.” Valka swam to him gracefully and hugged him close. Hiccup tried to wiggle away when he felt she wasn’t wearing anything. She laughed at his discomfort. “You’ll have to get used to things around here. We don’t live as humans do.”

He flushed. “You guys don’t wear anything?”

She laughed again. “Not unless there’s a special event, no.” He frowned and she looked off towards the beach. “Your father,” she whispered. Hiccup could see the longing in her eyes. “Oh…” It looked as if she was about to reach out for him, but stopped herself, turning back to her son. “We should get going. Everyone is excited to meet you.”

He glanced to Stoick, swallowing. “Yeah, sure.”

“Come along, it’s a long swim to our home.” Val held out her hand and Hiccup took it reluctantly. It was going to take some time before he would consider it his home.

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Cousin BJ

PART 1     PART 2

Warnings: Triggers of Domestic Violence.

Authors Note: Takes place before Man Cubs (so the boys are not calling Jensen Dad yet)

Special thanks to @ariallane for being an awesome beta reader and for helping me significantly improve this chapter! I don’t know what I would do without you Hun! xo

PART 3 “Slugger”

Dinner turned out well. At least the food did anyway.

Jensen and Annie were unusually quiet. Quinn felt terrible for putting them through this shit show of a family dinner. But they weren’t the only ones having a terrible time.

She was pretty sure that every time Brandon made an excuse to get out of his chair it was so he could try and look down her dress. At one point during dinner he tried to play footsie with her too. It was gross.

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BTS Reaction to Doing ‘Boyfriend Does My Makeup’

I think that this would be such a cute challenge to do with any of these boys. Anyways, I hope you guys like this reaction <3

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Jin: “Jin, don’t you think this is a little too much pink?” You asked when you looked at yourself in the mirror finally. Jin was sure that he was going to do your makeup well, knowing exactly what it took to look beautiful. “What are you talking about? The pink eyeshadow looks good with the blush and the pink lipstick.” He tried to reason. But even he had to admit that maybe the hot pink lipstick was overkill.

Originally posted by jeonsshi

Suga: He groaned the moment you suggested doing the challenge together. It was one thing to let you do his makeup when you were bored, but it was a whole other thing to make him actually do the work. “Fine, but since you are making me get up, I have no promises that I will do a good job.” He warned you as he reluctantly dragged himself out of his comfortable spot, purposefully messing up your makeup when he started.

Originally posted by yoongi-min

J-Hope: He was terrified about doing your makeup. Not all of it, but mostly the things that involved him getting close to your eyes. He was used to people doing his eyeliner for him, or even having to do it occasionally for himself. But when he had to bring the pencil close to your eye, he was almost shaking from the fear of stabbing you with it. “Ahhh, why do I have to do your eyes?” He whined.

Originally posted by hobilu

Rapmon: “Of course I know what I am doing. This is for your eyes-” Namjoon started to say as he waved his hand in front of your worried face and held up the lip liner. “Actually, that is for my lips.” You corrected him. He quickly nodded his head, acting as though he had meant to say that all along. “Of course, of course, I was just testing you.”

Originally posted by rookieking

Jimin: Surprisingly, to both you and Jimin, he managed to do your makeup really well. His hands moved the brushes delicately over your face, creating perfect wing tips, and putting just the right amount of lipstick on you. “See jagi, I can do anything. I told you I would be amazing at this.” He told you in a sweetly cocky voice, acting as though he was never worried about his abilities.

Originally posted by parkjiminz

V: Even though he was trying, he also wanted to have a lot of fun. He knew where the lipstick went and what was the eyeshadow, but he decided to just mess around like the little kid he is. He took the lipstick and started doing it like normal, pretending as though he sneezed and jerked his hand so your makeup was all over your face. “Aish, don’t worry. It will look great. I can fix that.” He said with a huge playful smile.

Originally posted by bangtangirl-cutennes-v

Jungkook: He was pretty confident in his abilities when you initially brought up the challenge to him. But the moment he saw all the makeup in front of him, he felt his stomach tighten. It all looked like some sort of alien lab. “Um… so I will just start with this…” He said as he picked up a bare makeup brush and started to brushing your face with it. “You kind of need to put some sort of makeup on that Kookie.”

Originally posted by taewithkookies