what are you doing get away from the dragon

How do you describe your parents?
  • Himawari: Papa and Mama are the best! Papa is a-
  • Boruto: *interrupts* BAKA! Who needs a stupid old man when you have a beautiful strong mama!
  • Hinata: Boruto! That's not nice to say about your father.
  • Naruto: Don't worry Hinata! It's fine..
  • Boruto: I hope the Ramen shop gets shut down.
  • Naruto: Take it back child!
  • _______________________________
  • Sarada: Mama is always there for me and whenever I'm ill, she lays beside me. Whereas, papa will protect no matter what!
  • Sakura: Aw that's nice to say.
  • Sasuke: I will protect here no matter what! Even from that little pikachu banana shaped head brat!
  • Sarada: That's not nice to say about Boruto... I mean....
  • Sasuke: Oh no...he has got into you. Don't worry, my child, I will erase those feelings and let you become free.
  • Sarada: Papa?!!! No, I don't have any feelings for Boruto.
  • Sasuke: Not even one bit?
  • Sarada: I....
  • Sasuke: *activates sharingan* I'm coming for you Uzumaki brat!
  • Sakura: Darling...calm down
  • _______________________________
  • Mitsuki: My mama...my papa......let's just say that I have a parent.
  • Orochimaru: *smiles* Im his parent.
  • Mitsuki: My parent has trained me and taken care of me and feeded me and...I'm not sure if I should my parent my mama or my papa....it's confusing...
  • Orochimaru: I'm just an amazing parent. *flicks his hair*
  • _______________________________
  • Shikadai: My dad is an hardworking man and he is always here for dinner.
  • Boruto: *interrupts*
  • UNLIKE MY FATHER!!!
  • Shikadai: Buzz off Boruto....
  • Boruto: *fades away*
  • Shikadai: anyways, my mother is......erm...
  • Temari: *gives a scary look to Shikadai*
  • Shikadai: is an amazing woman. I love her to bits. She is so strong with her wind fan. I love my mama...
  • Temari: Hmph *smiles*
  • Shikadai: What a drag.....
  • Temari: You just thought 'What a drag' didn't you, Shikadai?
  • Shikadai: How...do you.....know?
  • Temari: No dinner for you!
  • Shikadai: *cries inside*
  • ___________________________
  • Inojin: My mother is so beautiful and that's how I got these looks
  • Ino: Aw my cute child.
  • Inojin: Papa is so happy to see me all the time. We go shopping and training together.
  • Sai: That's right!
  • Inojin: ...and he always tells me his jokes about mama!
  • Ino: Jokes?! What kind of jokes?
  • Sai: ....
  • Inojin: *whispers to Ino*
  • Ino: *blushes* SAIIIIIIII!!!!!
  • Sai: I should run....
  • ___________________________
  • Chocho: Mama shows me how I am strong and beautiful in every way. My mama tells me that I'm not fat. It's just my curves and I love her home made food. Papa and me always get along. We go to restaurants and eat, we go to parks and eat. We even go to shopping eat. And buy most things from the shop! Even his card got declined!
  • Karui: Are you serious?
  • Choji: Hehe....
  • Chocho: I love them both!
  • ____________________________
  • Kiba's child: Mama is so nice to me. She will always be there to kiss me to sleep and wake me up in the morning. She makes nice breakfast and a warm hug. Me and mama are always studying and training together and my grades are doing very well and my strength
  • Tamaki: I'm glad you like it, my kitten.
  • Kiba's child: Papa is so fun! We go to the park and he lets me ride on Akamaru and we jump from cliff to cliff!
  • Tamaki: Wait, what?!
  • Kiba's child: There was even a time when me, Boruto and papa jumped from the Hokage's faces and we landed on soft bouncy mattress.
  • Tamaki: WHAT?! KIBA?!!!!
  • Kiba: ...gotta go *sprints away*
  • ________________________
  • Metal Lee: Papa and I are always training because we both do it for youth and mama makes me warm and happy. Even when I get nervous!
  • Lee: That's my boy!
  • Metal's Lee mother: My little cute dragon.
On Nature vs. Plague

This is how it works for me, and this is how I interpret the two elements.

Standard disclaimer, my interpretation, do what you want, I know this isn’t supported by canon, all that.

ANYWAY.
I’ve been needing to explain this for a long time.

….. why do I have a feeling no one will like this.
At all.

I do not want to argue with you.
If you disagree, do what you want but leave me out of it.
You whinge at me, I will block you.  I don’t have the patience to deal with people calling my opinion and lore “wrong”.
I’ve dealt with that enough.

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CONFESSION:

I love reading the confessions but they put me off getting involved in the fandom fully. You read so much about people getting angry and potentially aggressive if you don’t agree with their headcanon that I keep away from it all. What I would love to do is find more like-minded people to chat to about what is my favourite video game. The best part of this game is how everyone interprets it, and we should join together over this wonderful world, not attack each other.

Mod Note:

Confessor take heart and know there are a lot of truly wonderful and awesome people in this fandom who would love to chat with you. :-)

anonymous asked:

Since you're talking about fanfic: how do you balance writing original and fic? I am prouder of my original stuff, but fic feels so much /easier/ to get into, and I never get a rejection from AO3, and it's hard to keep going with original work.

This is an excellent question.

Speaking personally, I use fanfic as a way to boost my confidence: to try out new ideas, to improve my writing, and - yes - to reassure myself that, at a base level, I’m capable of writing things that other people want to read. I also use it to remind myself that I’m capable of finishing things, which is often the scariest part of writing original stuff: the knowledge that you could just give up, put aside a difficult WIP in favour of a new story without anybody being the wiser, and repeat that cycle so often that you never, in fact, finish anything. 

Original fic is harder because, of necessity, it demands more from us. Particularly if your original stuff is SFF or any sort of genre work, you have to worldbuild the setting in a way that makes sense to new readers, instead of being able to trust, as you can with fanfic, that the audience already knows what you’re talking about. The same goes for describing characters and setting up relationships and backstory: particularly when it comes to secondary or antagonist characters, you can get away with doing precious little work in fanfic, because all you have to do is drop the character’s name, and the audience already has a preexisting set of assumptions about who they are, why they matter and what they mean to the protagonists. In original stories, you have to set all that up yourself.

But the joy of writing original stories is that you get to set the canon. You get to say, “Everyone Is Queer, Not Because I Headcanoned It Or Because I’m Addressing Ten Years Of Unconfirmed Subtext, But Because I Am The Queer God Of This Tiny Queer Universe And As I Make It, So Shall It Be.” You get to say, “Let There Be Dragons,” and then you get to decide what type of dragon without people wondering why you’re taking so much time away from characters and romance to describe them. You don’t have to say, “I love this, but I wish there were more ladies, and especially ladies who don’t suffer or die or pine for undeserving assholes,” because you can, instead, say, “Let There Be Awesome Ladies.” You get to say, “White People Are Not The Default.” You get to say whatever the hell you want.

And while you can certainly do some of that stuff in fanfic, too, playing in your own sandbox - creating your own story - means that, potentially, you’re making a brand new sandbox for other people to play in, too. If there were no original works, we’d have nothing to fanfic about, which would be a tragedy. So yes, it’s hard, but it’s also worthwhile. Fanfic is awesome for its own sake, but original stuff is, too - the trick is to find a way to balance them, so that each type of writing refreshes and supports you for producing the other.

Hope that helps!

Good Girl CH 4: Virgin

“Now tell us what the hell is going on.” Namjoon demands the minute Jin sits me down on the nice sectional couch.  He sits down in front of me on the glass coffee table. The living room is massive with floor to ceiling windows that look over a pool with the beach not far in the distance. I do my best not to gawk and focus on my very upset friends in front of me.

“There was that shoot out at the club; Jihyo and I got out threw the back window into the back alley where I saw Kitty oppa shoot some guy who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. He saw me when he was going threw the dead guys wallet and picked me and said he wanted to take me home and here we are.” I explain as best as I can.

Jin sits down next to me, “But why are they this protective over you? I’ve never seen them like this.”

I shrug, “Jihyo and I were drinking last night so I got all weird and they seem to like it. How long have you known them? What are you guys doing here?”

Jin sighs, sitting back into the couch he looks to his youngers for help. Yoongi comes over and sits on the coffee table next to Namjoon, “The best way to explain it without telling you too much is that we work for them, and we have for a couple years. They helped us out when we were younger, helped us find each other and get our shit together. Now we don’t have that much time to talk about this so can we put those questions aside for another time?” From the concern on Yoongi’s normally passive face I nod, a new worry climbs up my spine from their seriousness.

“We need you to understand that you are not safe here,” Namjoon starts, “Even though these guys have helped us and we are forever indebted to them, you are our friend and we do not want to see anything bad happen to you.”

Despite my mind telling me not to I can’t help but ask, “What would they do to me?”

“Please don’t make us answer that,” Jin begs, grabbing a hold of my hand, “Just know it isn’t good.”

“Noona,” Jongkook sits down on my other side and takes my free hand. “Just use your magic to make them let you go, they seem to do anything you ask. They even let you touch them; they always react very badly to people doing that.”

“I can’t, I already told them I would stay if they let me talk to you,” I nibble on my lip as I think of what Kookie could mean by they react very badly.

“How long do you think you are going to be staying?” Hoseok asks.

I shrug, “I don’t know, I’m hoping Handsome and Deer oppa will convince the others to let me go home.”

“Handsome and Deer?” Jimin laughs.

“Like I said, I don’t know names.”

“Their names are Suho and Luhan,” Namjoon says.

“Maybe it’s better if she doesn’t know their names,” Taehyung pipes in, “It will make her seem like less of a threat.”

They all nod in agreement, Jimin starts giving me tips, “Don’t ask any questions either, I know you aren’t usually the curious type but I mean absolutely no questions. The less you know, the better.”

“Try not to be alone with anyone. Where did you sleep last night?” Jin asks.

“With Kitty.”

They all stare at me dumbstruck but Namjoon shakes off his shock first, “Xiumin hyung let you sleep next to him?”

“Is that really weird or something? I heard that they don’t take girls home often.”

They nod, “It’s incredibly rare for them to take anyone here, let alone without hurting them or killing them. Are you sure you’re okay? They can’t hear us,” Jin worrying is usually cute but right now it’s only unnerving me. I may not have an issue with dying but torture or rape isn’t something I want going on in between.

I shake my head, “They were really nice to me, they even left the room when I was changing, Kai is the only one who has actually tried anything with me but even then, the others scolded him for it.”

“Is that why you aren’t afraid of them?” Jimin asks.

“I wasn’t afraid of them because they didn’t set off my alarms.”

“Wasn’t?” Namjoon echoes, “You can’t be afraid of them because of what we told you, they are going to be pissed.”

“What do you except from me Joonie? You basically tell me they rape, torture and murder everyone who comes into this house and expect me to stay calm? You’re joking right?” I almost yell. “I was perfectly fine until you told me all this stuff. I know I should have been afraid of them, I have that much common sense, but they didn’t set off my alarms. Those are what I live my life by, they have never steered me wrong but now you guys have me questioning it. Why couldn’t you guys just leave it alone?”

“Please calm down,” Namjoon covers my mouth. “If you are afraid of them it will only make things worse for both of us, so please try and act normal.”

Our conversation is interrupted by a bear like voice shouting in the doorway, “Talking is done! Time to play!” The elf comes charging down the three steps into the living room, the big smile on his cute face drops when he sees the seven boys crowding me and Namjoon’s hand over my mouth. He looks incredibly pissed at the fear that is probably in my eyes by now. “What did you tell her?” The elf growls, his glare set on Namjoon.

“Hyung, calm down,” Namjoon stands up, his hands in the air in surrender. “We were just talking, everything is fine.”

“No,” Elf snaps, “She looks scared because you told her something.”

“Yeolie,” Puppy comes in, a confused look on his face but as he realizes the situation from Elf’s frown to my obvious fear he gets mad too. “What happened?”

“Everyone just calm down,” Namjoon tries his best to seem calm himself but I can see him shaking. I sink lower in my seat, trying to hide behind Jin, who is obviously tense at the on coming situation.

“Suho hyung!” Puppy yells down the hall.

“Baekhyun hyung, why does he need to come?” Yoongi says nonchalantly, he seems to be the most calm out of all of us. The group of boys appears in the doorway, their eyes try and see past Namjoon, who takes a step back to hide me from their eyes.

“Namjoon,” Suho growls, “I warned you not to scare her.”

“We didn’t scare her, we just told her the hazy truth.”

“What the hell does that mean?” Kai snaps.

“Did you see the way she looked at me when I came in? She looks horrified.” Elf growls.

“That’s because you keep yelling, your voice would probably scare her normally, let alone you yelling about everything,” Jin snaps at him. An angry Jin isn’t something I see often. Elf steps back, even though he is angry he understands his wrongdoing.

“Little one,” Kitty purrs coming to the front of the group. Though he has a sweet smile on his face I have a strong feeling if I don’t react well, he won’t either.

“Yes oppa?” I answer quietly from behind Jin.

There is silence for a moment before he responds, I can tell he is closer this time, “Little one, don’t you want to come see your oppa? These boys didn’t scare you away from us did they?”

“I don’t know,” I answer honestly.

“What does that mean sweetheart?” Dragon comes closer, like Kitty I can tell this man is also trying his best to stay calm.

“The alarms in my head still don’t go off but,” I pause as I try and think of the right words so my friends don’t get in trouble.

“You said you weren’t afraid of dying, what else could we really do to you?” Kitty asks, right on the other side of the coffee table now. He reaches across and pushes Namjoon out of the way, next he signals a very reluctant Jin to move as well. Soon all of my friends have left me on the couch alone and defenseless against the twelve pairs of eyes that are waiting for my response. “Now tell me Little one, what else could we possibly do to you?”

I blink up at him for a minute, gulping when I see the anger growing in his eyes, in all of their eyes as they scan me as well. Their glare shifts to my friends who are standing by the window with their heads hanging low, waiting for the punishment they know is going to come.

“Can I try talking to her?” Dimple comes forward from the group, looking like an innocent angel with his small smile. With a clenched jaw Kitty nods and steps away from the coffee table, his eyes never leaving me. Dimple isn’t hesitant when he comes closer, coming around the coffee table to sit down next to me. Like most of them, the alarms in my mind are silent, while my common sense is screaming at me to be afraid. “Hello Beautiful,” He says softly, he is even brave enough to hold one of my hands in both of his like Jin was doing earlier. I’m surprised when I feel the same comfort as if Jin himself was doing it.

I blink at him a few times before I say, “Hello Dimple.” The boy laughs charmingly and I suddenly find myself falling under his spell and smiling along with him.

“Now Beautiful, could you tell me what these naughty boys told you about us?” He cocks his head cutely. I nibble on my lip for a second.

“Stopping doing that little one, you’re giving your oppas bad thoughts,” Kitty says as he sits down on my other side. I release my lip before staring down at my lap, a blush crawls across my face.

“They just told me things I kind of already figured, but chose to ignore.” I answer honestly.

“About what?” Dimple strokes my head softly, something Kitty does not appreciate but allows to happen.

“About what could happen to me in between now and when you kill me, if I stay here.”

“Is this because of what Kai was trying?” Bitch face, I mean Sehun, asks glaring at his tan hyung.

“No,” I can’t help but look to my friends for help I know I’m not going to get.

“She was fine before you idiots showed up!” Sehun snapped at my friends.

“Why did you guys have to ruin the one friend who wasn’t afraid of us?” Puppy growls.

“You expect us to believe she was actually your friend?” Yoongi dares to scoff, ignoring all of his friends’ eyes that are begging him to stop talking. “You were just going to play with her, and I mean your guys kind playing, not the kind she was picturing in her innocent little head, and than kill her like she was nothing. We know what happens here, we have no right to judge you because we are a part of this life now too but we don’t have to sit here and watch our friend get pulled down into too.”

“She’s different,” Sehun reasons. “We like her.”

“But how long will that last?”

“We don’t know,” Kai answers.

“And you still expect us to leave her here with you guys with that answer. You guys wouldn’t even let us talk to her, her friends that she has know for a few years, without some kind of promise in return.”

Suho steps forward to answer, “How about we promise that we will not even touch her, without her permission?”

“And if you don’t keep your promise?”

“We will beat that person to death,” Kitty deadpans. I’m surprised when the rest of the group nods in unison. Like me, my friends stare at them dumbstruck.

Clapping his hands together Kitty smiles at me, “Now we can play!” Suddenly, the hostility they had in their eyes disappears and is replaced with playfulness.

“No,” This time it’s Suho to stop the fun, earning a glare from Kitty. “Someone needs to brief the boys on what happened last night.”

“You’re the leader, what does that have to do with me?” Kitty looks back to me. Without another word Suho comes over and picks me up, I wrap myself around him so I don’t fall. “What the hell?”

“You are going to brief them, you and Kris,” Suho states as he sits down a few seats away from Kitty and Dimple, with me on his lap.

“Why?” Both roar as they glare at their leader who seems to be far too focused on me to care.

“You both are closer to her, so this gives the rest of us time to play with her,” Suho grins at me.

“This is so unfair,” Kitty whines.

“You got to sleep with her,” Dimple reasons.

“You slept with her!” Hoseok belts out. “You took our precious Jooyoung’s virginity?”

“Oppa!” I snap, trying to climb off Suho who just tightens his hold on my hips.

“Virginity?” The group echoes their eyes go to me.

I nod, “Virgin.”

Three years have passed

A/N: Hey everyone! This is my first fanfiction, it’s based on my doujinshi. I’m not a really good writer but I’ll try my best since I’m going to delete the previous pages of the doujin. But this is basically what happens. Tell me if you like it or not. If I should keep writing the story or just give up. Also, feel free to give me any recommendations and suggestions.

Anime: Fairy Tail

Couple: Gajevy

Rated: T (Language)

Genres: Romance, Hurt/Comfort

Status: On going

Summary: Tired of being “the damsel in distress”, Levy left the guild without telling anyone except Master Makarov. She spent three years far away from Magnolia learning new spells to improve her skills. But finally, is time to return home. What’s that strange magic she learn?


Chapter One: Returning Home

Magnolia’s most famous guild was no longer as cheerful as it was three years ago. Even if it still was noisy the environment inside was different. They have maintained the title of the strongest guild in Fiore. But there was some sort of emptiness in their hearts. The smartest comrade they had left without saying a word to her guild mates. The happiness she transmitted was very contagious. Especially to the ones who made cheers for her when things get difficult. But that emptiness was about to be filled again. It was time for the young girl to come home.

Long messy hair moving side to side as she walked, wearing a perfect red crop top that contrast with the blue color of her hair. In both arms she had white finger-less long gloves and shorts that exposed the delicate skin of her legs. As she was passing through the streets lots of the residents stare at her. But it wasn’t a bad thing, they were surprised of how she looks. It wasn’t a bit similar to her old style.

Levy McGarden, a beautiful and intelligent Fairy Tail member was making her way to the guild. Nerves were taking a toll on her, leaving her split between eagerness to return to the happy memories and sudden anxiety of facing the others. Standing outside of the guild, she let out a long sighed she was holding and murmured. “It’s time to come home”. She opened the doors softly and slipped inside quietly. She looked for her favorite spot, and there he was. The wisest exceed she had ever met and learned to love. Making her way to the table she stopped right behind him and bent over.

“Long time no see…Pantherlily”

Levy. Lily thought as he turned around and saw her with a bright smile and her arm stretched out.

“I missed you so much” She said. Her lovely eyes looking directly at his. She grabbed him and give him hug, squeezing the Exceed happily.

“L-L-Levy I can barely breathe,” Said a purplish Pantherlily.

“Oh! I’m so sorry Lily,” She offered him an apology as she moved him to the top of a table.

A pink hair mage noticed the presence and recognize the scent of his childhood friend. He smiled and whispered to his partner, “Hey Luce, I think today is your lucky day.”

“Huh? What do you mean, Natsu? The celestial spirit mage replied. He pointed to the blue-haired girl.

“It’s that Levy-chan?! Is it really you?!” The excited young blonde shout from the other side of the guild.

Levy’s eyes followed the source of Lucy’s voice. She ran and hug the busty girl, making them to fall on the flat ground.

“Lucy? Oh my! You look so gorgeous. How you’ve been?” Levy cried.

Lucy laughed. “You too, also, what’s with the tough look? You sure look more confident and stronger.”

“LEVY LOOKS SO BEAUTIFUL!” Jet and Droy said in unison with hearts on their eyes.

Smiling at the heart whelming scene, Lily flew to the entrance of the guild. “I guess this is the perfect chance to get out of here and tell Gajeel the big news.” And with that last statement he left the noisy guild.


At the outskirts of Magnolia, the iron dragon slayer was munching some metal while watching the view of the whole town. He felt the presence of his exceed coming from behind him. “What do you want Lil’? Did you pick up a job or what? I’m getting tired of bein’ here doing shit.” He tossed away a few scraps.

“Well, let’s say that won’t be a problem anymore,“ said Pantherlily cryptically.

Gajeel turned his head and giving Lily a confused look. He stated: “What the hell are you talking about? Somethin’ hit you while your way back here?” And then he noticed something was off. He sniffed the environment and the strange smell was coming from Lily’s direction. He walked over to the exceed and grabbed him.

“Hey, put me down you creep!” Lily said uncomfortably.

Gajeel kept sniffing. “You smell different! It’s like your scent is overshadowed by another.”

“Familiar isn’t it?” Lily smirked.

Wait a minute. His eyes widened as realization hit him hard.

Lily nodded, confirming his suspicions. “What you’re thinking it’s the correct answer.” He paused. “She’s back and looks very different.”

Gajeel turned his back to Lily. Looked at the full view of Magnolia as he said desperately. “Levy?! Where is she?”

“At the guild, isn’t that obvious. Thought you were smarter.” Lily mocked. “I have to admit that she almost most suffocated me with that killing hug.” He paused as he saw Gajeel still as a statue. “Maybe if you start walking you might have a chance to catch her. So, what do you want to do?”

Gajeel looked over the shoulder. “Just like you said. Isn’t that obvious?”

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For The Win // Min Yoongi

- pt. 2 of Unfriendly Competition

the prompt: could you do a part 2 of ‘Unfriendly Competition’ with Yoongi?? I REALLY like that one and would think it’d be so cool to continue it!

words: 1987

category: fluff + fantasy

author note: i got carried away with soft yoongi at the end of this but is that really a bad thing? also good news: this is the last request i have finished. please enjoy! (also look at johnny in the background of the gif haha)

- destinee

Originally posted by chimneytaels

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anonymous asked:

Do you have any royalty and supernatural prompts? Like where one is a royal and the other is a supernatural creature?

OOOH I like this!

~ My family is bound to yours, we are destined to protect your royal blood, and we may both be young and inexperienced but the rest of our families have been killed and we’re on the run.

~ I came here to kill you out of revenge for your father ordering my family to be hanged but you don’t seem so bad and now I’m conflicted

~ We were raised together in protection as you are important and I’m…well strange, but the people have figured out what I am and want me killed and I feel so ashamed of what I am and you’re trying to comfort me

~ We were childhood best friends but the King/Queen/Leader found out what I was and banished me away now it’s years later and our paths have crossed again

~ According to tradition a new King/Queen/Leader must kill a werewolf to prove his worth and here I am to kill you but I just can’t seem to do it

~ I’m a shapeshifter that has been hiding in plain sight as a member of the council but you just found me out, wait what do you mean you won’t tell?!

~ You know how a prince/princess is supposed to get a dragon right? Well dragons don’t exist, but I do.

~ I killed your family long ago and you’re here for revenge (can be both ways)

~I’m the royal family advice-giver as I’ve lived for a very long time and am very wise and you rascal are the most rebellious little shit take my advice punk

~I’m running away from my royal life and I ran into you, will you help me?

~ You’re such a snob and I’m just a normal commoner but somehow we are friends but you don’t know that I’m not as normal as you think

I hope these help! I had fun with this! Send me an ask if you need further help <3

The fact that the two elf tarot cards are like “fuck clothes” I just like the idea that Lavellan just. Strips. All the time. Gets into camp? Thank god I hate these pants. Walking around Skyhold in a hot day? Shirts are for losers and nerds. Being barefoot makes me a better runner. What do u mean ‘put on a shirt this is an official meeting?’ Im the inquisitor and the inquisitor’s fuckin pajamas are fuckin itchy. Get away from me. I will be half naked and you will like it.

Bad Girl Ch 24: Are You Sure You Want To Know?

I’m back! Did you miss me? Maybe not after this chapter!

Yixing’s POV

A few of us are sitting in the living room, scattered on the couches and floors waiting for Suho and Jooyoung to return from their date. The youngest three are whining about when will it be their turn and other stupid things. Jongdae is on my left typing mindlessly on his phone, doing some tech thing that I can almost guarantee is not legal, not that I really have room to judge. I should be doing some thing work related but I can’t get myself to leave knowing Joo could be home any moment. I much prefer her small frame in my arms compared to cutting up barely alive people for their precious organs in a cold, half assed surgery room built in a random warehouse. Though that doesn’t sound too bad either.

The sound of someone rushing into the living room gets me excited, only to crush my dreams when I realize it’s just Xiumin. I’m about to turn back to the TV when I notice his heaving chest and trembling hands. There is a thick coating of sweat on his forehead as if he has ran a mile.

“Hyung?” Tao questions first. The five of us in the room all look to him confused.

“I-I know where the song is from.”

For some reason that puts all of us on edge, “The song?”

He nods, “I kept thinking I knew where it was from I just couldn’t place it but now…”

“Where is it from?” Chen is on the edge of his seat, obviously annoyed with the elders beating around the bush.

“The-The videos. The ones we got when Jooyoung was taken. It plays in the back round, behind her screaming,” He closes his eyes for a moment, as if trying to keep those horrible images at bay, without much luck.

“Did you go back and watch them?” My stomach twists at the thought of looking at those again.

“I had to. I had to know…”

“But Joo always sings it to comfort herself,” Kai points out confused. “If that song is connected to Block B shouldn’t it scare her?”

It dawns upon me, “It’s Jiho’s song. Which means Jiho is connected to Block B.”

“Does that mean…” Sehun looks at us with concern in his eyes.

“Yes, it means that Jiho was involved in Joo’s kidnapping, and that’s going to fucking destroy her,” I grumble rubbing my face.

“Do you think Jiyong knows?”

Jongdae sighs, “Probably.”

“What do we do?” Tao wonders.

“We can’t tell her,” Xiumin and I say together.

“Not until we have actual proof of his involvement,” Chen specifies.

Kai huffs, “How do we confirm that? If Joo finds out we are investigating him she will want to know why and if don’t we give her a reason she will hate us for not trusting her to trust the right people.”

“She obviously can’t trust the right people,” I snap. The younger looks down, obviously frightened, I have to take a deep breath to calm myself. “I think I know someone who could help us out.”

“Who?!”

“Haneul, she probably already knows everything that’s going on.”

“If she knew this was going on why didn’t she tell us? Joo could be in danger, doesn’t that worry her at all?”

I roll my eyes at him, “I know you are young Jongin but don’t be stupid, that isn’t how our world works. Plus Noona already helped Joo out a lot from what I hear. She is also the one who helped us get Joo back so don’t be rude.”

“I’ll get the others, hopefully we can figure this out before Suho brings her home,” Xiumin rushes off to grab the others. I pull out my phone and text Haneul, Can we talk right now?

It only takes a moment for my phone to go off, NO –T

I roll my eyes. Taemin is such a jealous bastard, though I don’t imagine I would be much different if guys texted Joo. I wait until everyone has joined us and for Hyung to explain before glancing at my phone again.

Fine –T

“What is going on?” Kris asks, both annoyed and concerned.

“We figured out that the song Joo hums is from the videos of her getting beaten to death,” Tao seethes, glaring down at the floor as if it was to blame.

“What?” Luhan’s eyes go wide.

Chen continues our findings, “We think Jiho is involved in Block B since he is the one who sang the song to her.”

“What are we going to do?” Chanyeol whines.

Baekhyun joins in, his voice just as whiny, “We can’t let her leave with him tomorrow! What if he doesn’t bring her back?”

The room breaks out into chaos, everyone yelling over each other, the youngest look their about to have breakdowns, horrified about what he could do to her again. Kris is just pissed, along with Kyungsoo, they roar on and on about how they knew he was bad news, blah, blah, blah. Luhan and Xiumin just look a bit shook up, Luhan from the news, and Xiumin, I’m assuming from the videos and realization.

“Ya!” I yell, gathering everyone’s attention. They all take a large step away from me, regardless of age they all look terrified. “Now that I have everyone’s attention let’s talk about this calmly before I murder someone. Okay?” They all nod. “Great, now I’m going to call Haneul noona because there is a good chance she knows what’s going on. I’m going to put in on speaker as a courtesy but if you guys offend her in anyway I will not be the only one out for blood okay?” Again they nod.

I pull out my phone and dial her number that I know by heart, placing it on speaker as promised and placing it on the coffee table in front of me.

“What?” A rough voice answers.

I roll my eyes, “Hyung I don’t want to talk to you, I want to talk to Noona.”

“I can pass whatever you want to say along-“ There is a very non manly yelp followed by a few crashes and whines. All normal things.

“Hello!” Haneul sing songs.

“Noona, I need your help.”

There is a pause and more whining, “What can I do for you Xing?”

“I’m calling about Jooyoung and Jiho.”

“Oh! I’ve been waiting for this call for the last few hours! I haven’t heard much, my link in the precinct has been pretty hush hush about the whole thing. They were so stupid for even trying to get Joo to flip on Jiho, idiots,” She snorts.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Kris blurts out.

“Am I on speaker?” She questions.

“Sorry, Noona, I forgot to tell you my brothers are in he room. But Kris hyung is right, what are you talking about?”

“You mean you didn’t call about Joo getting arrested today?” She muses like a child who let out a secret.

I glare at every single one of my brothers before the have the chance to blurt something else out, “Please elaborate.”

“It was no big deal, something about realizing Joo might not be a fake and trying to convince her to turn on Jiho and Jiyong, thinking they are the white and black dragons.”

“Okay, we will talk to her about that when she gets home but for now we need to talk about Jiho.”

She hums.

“How is here related to Block b?”

She coos, “Xing, you are stepping into dangerous territory. This shit won’t come for free.”

I groan, forgetting that I freed her from her debt, meaning I need to strike up a new deal, “What do you want?”

“I thought you guys were friends,” Jongin mumbles.

“Was that Jongin?” She chuckles.

“Nini!” Taemin yells happily.

“Princess we are talking business, go away or shut up,” Haneul snaps. “Kid, you must not have done good as a foot soldier, just cause you are friends with someone doesn’t mean you loose your professionalism, especially someone in my particular area of expertise.”

I glance at the younger who is looking away, he hadn’t completed his foot soldier days because of our father’s death when he was 14. He learned his murderous tendencies from us and Taemin and a little experience in the mafia world but he knows nothing of what it’s like to be anywhere but at the top. He never learned about working for information, I mean really working for it, doing things and making deals I don’t wish to look back on.

“Can we get back on track here?” Xiumin suggests calmly.

“Of course! Now Xing, what are you willing to offer? I’ll take information, money, embarrassing stories about Tae.”

“How much are you asking for?”

“Depends what questions you are exactly asking. Ask your questions, I’ll write them down and think of a proper price for my knowledge.”

We all share a look, Xiumin comes up with the first, “Who exactly is Jiho?”

Our gazes move to Luhan, all of us assuming we are going by age at this point, “How was he involved in Jooyoung’s kidnapping?”

“What does he want from her?”

I let Baekhyun and the youngers go first, “Does Jiyong know about him?”

Jongdae runs his fingers through his hair as he tries his best to pick just one from this mess, “Does he want to hurt her again?”

“How long has he been in her life?”

Kyungsoo asks the question that has me worried, “Is he in love with her?”

“He won’t take her from us again, will he?”

“How much power does he have over her?”

Sehun takes a deep breath and asks, “She isn’t in love with him too, is she?”

“Xing, finale question?” Haneul hums.

“How much is it going to destroy her when she finds out he is involved?”

She just hums for a minute before sighing, “Eleven questions. Most of those are pretty easy to answer, simple yes or no, so those shouldn’t be too expensive, but Xiumin-ssi’s question is pretty hefty, along with Luhan-ssi’s. I’ll do a family discount so about half a million should be pretty good.”

Without hesitation we all agree.

“If I had known it would be that easy I would have asked for more, but whatever. So let us start from the top. Woo Jiho, also know as Zico, the leader of Block B, more popularly known as now, the white dragon’s right hand man. 24 years old, born in the Mapo District of South Korea. Had and older brother but he was murdered along with his parents when he was young. He grew up on the streets gathering a bunch of other misfits and psychopaths to create Block B. Is that thro enough?”

We are all dead silent for moment. Are you fucking serious? Fuck being involved he lead the shit that happened to her! It takes all of my strength not to go out and murder him right now. I have to rest  my for head on my knees and take deep breaths. I can’t even care about my brothers are feeling at the moment, my head is spinning with the news. How could we have not known? How can she not know? How the fuck can Jiyong let him anywhere near her? I’m going to fucking murder him too at this point! Yixing no, I tell myself, deep breathes, no murder.

“I’m taking your silence as a yes and moving on. Hope you boys are ready, you asked a lot of questions if you can’t handle it tell me when to stop. Next question, ‘how was he involved in Jooyoung’s kidnapping?’ Well lets see! As the leader he was hired to investigate and pursue her to gain her trust. It worked incase you can’t tell. By the way, for being such protective assholes you guys really should have done a little more when it came to sending her to Jiyong. Jiho literally walked her to him every Tuesday during the summer. But at the same time I guess it was good because it gave her time to dig her claws into his soul and at the end of the day it saved her from a much worse fate. Back to the kidnapping, so while the rest of Block B was acting like their normal selves with her Jiho wasn’t around for the punishments and recordings. He just made sure things didn’t go to far.”

She doesn’t even give us a minute to process, “Since I have a feeling you guys won’t want to respond to that either lets keep this moving. He wants nothing from her that I can tell. If anything he wants her safe and happy, in that order. Of course Jiyong know!” She scoffs as if it was obvious, “It’s impossible for him not too. That is why they are basically at each other’s throats half the time. Jiyong hates Jiho for hurting Joo, while Jiho hates Jiyong for getting her involved in all of this in the first place. Are you all still with me?”

I don’t even know if I’m fucking alive at this point. There is so much going on in my head I don’t know where to even start. But I find myself saying, “Yes.” It’s better to get everything out now, I’ll organize my thoughts later.

“Perfect! Lets see, Jiho would never hurt Joo, not counting the whole kidnap thing, he is completely harmless when it comes to her so no worries there. Be more concerned for your own safety, if you try to tell Joo about this in front of him he will murder you in cold blood right in front of her. As for how long he has been in her life, they first met after that detective tricked her into thinking you guys hated her. So when ever that was.”

“Noona wait,” I stop her before she has the chance to answer Kyungsoo’s question. The large eyed boy stares me down. “Give us just a minute okay? Let us process all of this,” I thought I could take it but this answer has me on edge. What if he loves her? What the hell are we going to do? We can’t just get rid of him then, can’t pay him off, nothing if he is really there for her and that beautiful smile of hers’.

“Minutes up Xing, I have things to do so if you want your answers it has to be now,” She pressures me gently. She is right, we don’t need her to answer this one.  I don’t want her to but Kyungsoo snatches my phone away and demands it. “This one I’m not 100% sure on to be honest. I feel from what I’ve seen that he loves her like a little sister but there is always the chance he does. So no worries boys, he isn’t out confessing his love for her like Jiyong did. Now calm down and put me back on the table Kyungsoo.”

The younger boy obeys, obviously confused on how she knew he was holding the phone but doesn’t question it.

“I don’t think he has any plans on taking off with her but with this rising tension he might so keep an eye on him. When it comes to power, I think she holds most of it. He can sway her opinion slightly but if she is dead set on something he can’t budge her. As for your question Sehun, rest assured she has no romantic feeling for him. Her heart is already consumed by you men, okay?”

The youngest hums a quiet thank you.

“Last question,” Haneul takes a deep breath and says, “She will be absolutely crushed. Her world will fall apart when her last support beam falls. I know you all hate Jiho but he is good for that girl. He holds her up even though she can stand on her own, she needed that support system with you guys gone. He built that girl up and I have no doubt he can tear her down. Because without him she will have no one she can trust completely.”

“What about us?” Kris sneers.

“You guys burned that bridge. She will love you forever but there will always be something in the way of complete trust.”

“Can I ask one more question?” Sehun surprises us by asking.

“Sure Love, this can be a freebie.”

“How do you know all of this?”

It is her turn for a moment of silence before she spouts her usual response, “I am Haneul, the woman who knows all.”

“No! I’m not accepting that as an answer!” Sehun snarls, ignoring the glare I’m giving him. “You know way too much for being an outsider! How do you know? Did Jiyong tell you? Zico?”

She sighs, “Be careful kid, watch that mouth of yours, I’m doing you guys a favor by telling you this.”

“I’m curious too,” Luhan admits, staring at the phone.

“You guys leave it,” I warn them.

“How are you not curious to know about how she knows exactly when Zico ran into our baby’s life? That is a very specific thing that only the two of them should know about, so how the hell does she know?” Baekhyun snaps.

“Noona.”

“Xing, don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to.”

“Please?” I find myself begging.

“I may or may not have a connection in Block B that is not Zico. That is all I’m saying on the subject, if that is all I’m hanging up.”

“You can’t just hang up!” Kai yells. “How could have let Jooyoung around that man when you knew what he had done to her? When you knew what she had gone through? Did that not make you feel guilty? Did you not think she would want to know these things about her own life and the people around her? How could you be such a cold hearted bitch?”

“Ya!” She roars over the phone. Fuck. “I swear to god you little punk I will come over there and rip that disrespectful little tongue out of your pretty mouth. I owe that girl nothing. She should open her eyes and realize it on her own that every person in her life is a lying bastard. But she doesn’t, she looks at the pretty life in front of her and decides that there is nothing else to it. That is no ones fault but her own.”

“She is just a child,” Xiumin snarls back. “Why should she have to look past it?”

“Because look where she fucking is! You would think she would realize by now there is more to this world than rainbows and unicorns but she hasn’t. One day she will have to look beyond that and realize the world is much darker than she could ever imagine.”

“She won’t ever have to do,” Luhan stammers out. “We won’t let her see that darkness.”

“Than you all should stop asking questions and play dumb along with her,” Hanuel hisses. “Because the moment she knows that her right hand man is the man behind the mask is the day she sees the darkness and realizes she really has no one she can trust.”

The line goes dead and we are left staring at each other. Kris is the first to lash out, he grabs the nearest vase and chucks it at the wall, it shatter into a million pieces into the carpet. I am not cleaning that up.

“Do you think it’s true?” Sehun mumbles to me.

“Which part?” I groan rubbing my eyes.

“That she doesn’t trust us?”

Chen scoffs next to me, “She trusts us, but not the way she trusts Jiho or Zico or whatever. It’s true, everything that Hanuel said is true. Our baby is going to hate and run away if we tell her. She will have no reason to stay.”

“You don’t think she loves us enough to stay,” Chanyeol shoots back.

“Oh she loves us but she’ll feel so fucking betrayed that she will just up and leave without looking back. She’ll leave Jiyong, Jiho and us because who would want to be surrounded by men like us.”

“We are nothing like them!” Baekhyun snaps.

“We are no better!” I correct. “We are the whole reason Jooyoung is in this mess. We are the ones who took her and forced her into this little idea. Of course she lashed out and latched on to a man who forced her to do nothing but be herself. We made her do that. No matter how you put it, it comes back to us. This is all our fault! I wish we never fucking asked! I don’t want to know about any of this!”

Just then the front door opens and the sound of heels click through the house, Jooyoung appears in the doorway holding a balloon in one hand and a stick of cotton candy in the other, “We’re home!” She yells happily. Her perfect green eyes are lit up like the fourth of July. She dances on the thick heels of her shoes with ease, in jeans and an oversized sweatshirt she looks so young, so little. Suho appears behind her, beaming as well. The atmosphere quickly shifts, everyone smiles despite the aching in their hearts and beam back at our little angel.

“Baby!” The youngers coo together, she rushes to them, cotton candy and all and joins them on the floor. She doesn’t seem to notice the tension still in the air but Suho does. He has a silent conversation with the eldest before replacing his grim expression with his one smile from before.

“Baby why don’t you and the younger boys go upstairs and get ready for bed?” Suho suggests.

“You are with me tonight Baby,” Jongdae jumps to his feet regardless of the fact he was not part of that group. He just wanted to get away from the conversation that is about to just start all over. Him and the three youngest, Chanyeol, and Baekhyun leave the room with bright smiles on their faces as if the last hour hadn’t happened.

With them gone Suho looks to us with a scowl, “What the hell is going on?”

“You are going to need to sit down for this,” Luhan recommends.


I don’t know if this is any good or makes sense but I’m going to bed and sorry for not updating All my idols, I’ll do it before the week is over, promise!

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Year ago I did my first Dorxus comic. I decided to redraw it but I got carried away a little. Thank you for keeping up with me for so long (: 

Anyone else think Dorian might have a hard time with getting accustomed to living in such a big community as the Inquisition? After all, he’s spent quite a long time venturing alone from one place to another. 

anonymous asked:

What blogs do you follow? I am looking for a G-DRAGON but I also like GOT7, EXO, and BTS

I AM SO GLAD YOU ASKED!!

Honestly, I’ve been looking for more EXO, GOT7, and Monsta X pages to follow myself, but I can give you a list of my faves. They’re mostly BTS or not groups specific tho. And surprisingly I don’t follow any G Dragon pages. Mostly because he ruins me everyday without following any. I can’t get away from him. He haunts me. I couldn’t handle a GD blog. I would spend so much more time crying than I already do… ANNNNYWAY 

@war-of-hormoan - One of the few blogs I actually visit everyday and not just depend on my dash for updates because her writing and personality are *hearteyes* just my fave and I have to see it all. (lowkey have a huge crush on Ramsey tbh) 

@chanyeolspout - I still can’t properly identify Chanyeol in a lineup of EXO members but AFH is an actual addiction that I’m currently seeking help for. PLUS, she’s just the sweetest person ever. Incredibly thoughtful and friendly. 

@kpoppantydrop - I mean, you probably already follow them, because who doesn’t? They have an abundance my two fave S words. Sass & Sin and they don’t hold back on either. 

@ygentrollment - If you’re a VIP or a Big Bang fan in general you need to follow this blog. Tea is spilled every day and it’s where I get a lot of my most up to date info on the OT5.

@aunttanya and @smuttyassholes - for your daily laugh. 

@memoiresofaneternaldreamer - She’s probably one of my favorite people on Tumblr and I’m so glad she made the mood board for Angels and Demons because if she hadn’t I may have never found her and it would have absolutely been my loss. Plus she’s like a gold mine of inspiration if you’re a writer or enjoy aesthetically pleasing things in general.

@tabi-ears - She’s been posting a steady stream of not just TOP but OT5 that’s gotten me through the past six excruciating years of Tabi’s enlistment. I wouldn’t make it without her probably. Plus she’s really sweet and SUPER GORGEOUS and reminds me of my soulmate so I’m 100% biased. 

And before my list gets TOO crazy, I NEED to mention @smutfictionaddicted a.k.a @writings-by-cl (follow both). - I LIVE AND DIE AND LIVE AGAIN for her Fat Fiction series. It. Is. Not. Done. Enough. I become a complete clutching my pearls, whore in church sweating, box of tissues because it’s so beautiful needing, pint of ice cream gorging because I’m so emotional, hot mess every time I read her stuff. She’s amazing and her body positivity and just positivity in general speaks to my heart and I’m so glad I found her.


*deep breath* I follow like 200 blogs though and I would recommend them all if I could because I only follow really cool, really talented people, obviously. 


Originally posted by rpbfr

Jims desktop background is Toothless from how to train your dragon.

Trolls are real.

a lot of supposedly magical creatures are real

it is only logical to believe, that something that appears in multiple cultures mythology, would also be real (dragons)

and logical to assume that Jim loves the HTTYD franchise, and his best friend Toby, also loves that franchise.

and at some point, Jim will probably face a dragon.

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Relationship with Charlie Weasley

This was for me if were being honest. I love Charlie and it is impossible to find anything about him.

big spoon/little spoon: Charlie is the big spoon. He likes to cuddle but not be cuddled.

favourite non-sexual activity: Playing with Dragons. Specifically baby dragons.

who uses all the hot water: You do normally in the morning but he takes it all up after work. Thankfully in your opinion.

the most trivial thing they fight over:

Charlie working too much. He has always been a workaholic. You knew that going into the relationship. Sometimes, however, you want attention too. Or he forgets to reply to any of your messages. He is trying, however. He’s been living the bachelor life for a while.

does most of the cleaning: You do. Just like his brothers he was spoiled by Molly.Lord help you however if he walks in the house dragging all of the mud and other unmentionables on his boots one more time.

Who controls the Netflix queue: Charlie despises Netflix. When he has free time where he isn't reading up on what other dragon people are doing he wants to spend his time with you. Ahem*. In close undisturbed proximity.

who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working: Charlie would only ever call for help if absolutely Nessacary. He would rather break it more than calling for help.

who steals the blankets: You do. “You don’t look so strong. How is it you’re even stronger in sleep?”

who leaves their stuff around: Charlie leaves cups of untouched tea or coffee. He makes drinks and then gets distracted.

who remembers to buy the milk: You. He knows everything about dragons but every time you ask him to get it he seems to remember at the doorway. “Shit!” “Do not tell me you forgot the.” “Yes, I forgot the milk!” 

who remembers anniversaries: charlie does. He would be in huge trouble for remembering the date and time his dragons were born but not an anniversary.

Who cooks normally?: You do. He pretty much walks in the door just in time to have you finish up cooking.

How often do they fight?: Not very often. If you do fight it can be loud and long. 

What do they do when they’re away from each other?: Charlie is at work. You are working on things or out at his parents hanging out with Molly.

Nicknames for each other?: Charlie is whisky because he is strong but smooth once you get to know him. Plus he is so much fun when he is drunk. Charlie would never admit it but you also call him Daddy when you want his attention. Charlie calls you baby doll in the privacy of your home. The other common one is hun. Simple but effective.

Who is more likely to pay for dinner?: Charlie. You try but he always says that he doesn’t really buy much as he isn’t a possession kinda guy so he likes to treat you with a meal.

What would they get each other for gifts?: You get Charlie new boots or something he needs but insists could still hold up for another month if he just takes her easy on the article. Charlie would get something specially made that means something to the both of you.

Who kissed who first?: You kissed him first after the two of you went late night swimming in the lake. It was a spur of the moment.

Who made the first move?: Charlie did. It was after a night of fire whisky. He dragged you back to his place where the both of you finally released the sexual tension that was built up over the time you had started seeing each other.

Who remembers things?: Charlie remembers dates and dragon things. You remember what Ginny mentioned she would want for Christmas. You could ask Charlie who was in the conversation an hour later and he would honestly think that she didn’t say.

Who started the relationship?: Charlie did. Mostly because Molly told him if he didn’t she would do it for him. He just needed that little push.

Who cusses more?: Charlie. If he doesn't swear in at least twice in a conversation you are worried.

What would they do if the other was hurt?: Charlie goes out of his way to make sure you are never hurt. He would be sorrily disappointed if anything ever happened to you. He, however, is never worried about being safe. It’s always about the dragons or you. He comes second. That drives you crazy but you know he knows what he is doing.

fuckyeahfraxus  asked:

Fraxus + no. 11? <3

Ohh! Another Fraxus request o: But hey let’s keep going!

Number 11- A Morning Kiss


“Freed. Freed wake up.” Rolling away from his boyfriend’s warmth, Freed groaned while burying himself in the blankets.

“No. Go away.” The rune mage mumbled. He was NOT getting up after staying up until almost two in the morning setting up for a festival with the guild. He is never doing that again.

“What about my morning kiss?” The dragon slayer pouted as he laid his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder. 

“You can wait until I wake up.”

“But what if I want it now?”

“Kisses are closed until Freed Justine is fully rested.”

“But I have a pre-order and it’s suppose to be released today.”

“…Sorry it’s been changed to this afternoon. Good night.”

“Pre-order is a pre-order.”

“Laxus what the hell? How is a kiss a pre-order?”

“Can I just have my morning kiss and then I’ll leave you alone?” Laxus asked. Freed didn’t move for a second, but turned around and placed a quick kiss on his boyfriend’s lips.

“There. Good night.” And the rune mage cased a rune around as he fell back to sleep.


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Bad Girl Ch 23: Jihyo

Double Update!

*The Next Day*

“On your knees!”

“People usually offer dinner first,” Jiho muses as we are stormed by police. I just glare at the officers as they force both of us on our knees and pull our hands behind our heads before cuffing us.

“Shut up,” One of the officers spits dragging Jiho away towards another car.

“Move,” Another officer pushes me at a different car, his hand loosely gripping my forearm. I hesitate, locking eyes with Jiho he gives me a small reassuring smile, the officer pushes me harder this time making me stumble.

“Be careful with that one,” A man warns, being out of uniform I assume he is higher up.

“You have a death wish doing this,” Jiho sneers at the man.

The man chuckles, “Is that a threat?”

“No, more of a warning for your own sake.”

“Get his ass in a car,” He commands the officers. His eyes shift to me, “She can ride with me.”

The officer dragging me places me the back of an undercover car while Jiho goes into a squad car. I watch him drive away, feeling alone, but I try to push that away and remember that I can handle this. I am the White Dragon. The man gets in the drivers seat an follows the way the squad car went. It’s not a far drive to the police department, though it feels like forever. I keep my poker face on the whole time, I stare him down in the review mirror, he feels my eyes on him and glances up. A polite smile graces his handsome face. I want to ask what I am being arrested for but I don’t want to be the one to break the silence first. He hauls me out of the car when we arrive, gripping my forearm he leads me in to the busy, and familiar police department. I’m expecting to go into a ceil but he takes me straight to a interrogation room.

He closes the door leaving me alone with my thoughts. I eye the metal chairs be decide to pace instead. My mind races, thinking of all the things they could possible have arrested me for but nothing comes to mind. There is absolutely nothing they have enough proof to arrest me for, something else must be going on. The detective appears again he gestures to the seat facing the two way mirror.

I sit down in the uncomfortable chair, poker face still staying strong as the man sits down cross from me, “Can I get you anything to drink?”

“Water would be nice,” I say politely.

He nods and looks to the window before turning back to me, “It will be in shortly, until then how bout we talk?”

“About?”

“You. And your boyfriends.”

I raise brow, “Boyfriends?” There is no way they know about my daddies.

“Kwon Jiyong and the mystery man in the other room.”

“He’s not my boyfriend.”

“Than what is he?”

I sigh, “He is my body guard.”

He scoffs, “Really? He is with you 24/7.”

“Yep, that’s what a body guard does right? He guards me 24/7, that’s his job.”

“Fine how about we talk about Mr. Kwon.”

“What about him?”

Now the man sighs, “He is you’re your boyfriend?”

I nod.

“How long have you been together?”

I hum, “About September of last year.”

“How did you two meet?”

“We ran into each other.”

“And when did you get the surgeries?”

I pause, “Surgeries?”

“Miss, I need you to know that you are in a safe place. Mr. Kwon can not get you. That man cannot hear you, you can speak honestly with me. I know the rumors, if you can give me proof to them, I can get you away from them.”

I chuckle, “What in the world are you going on about? Jiyong would never hurt me.”

He sighs, “Miss, if you don’t help me there is nothing I can do for you. You need to give me something so I can get you away from them.”

“Why would I want to get away from my boyfriend?”

“Do you have any idea who those are?”

I cock an eyebrow at him, “Please enlighten me.”

“They are the Black and White Dragons of Korea.”

It takes all of myself control not to laugh. I take a deep breath to keep myself from giggling when I open my mouth. “What is your name?”

“Huh?” He is thrown off by my question.

“I asked your name. You are asking me all of these things, I would like to know who I’m answering to.”

He straightens his shoulders, “I am detective Taceyeon.”

I nod, “Are you new?”

“I’ve been in the department for 8 years.”

“You must be new to the case, I’ve never seen you before.”

“I took over after the lead detective was murdered.”

I click my tongue, “Detective Lee?”

His jaw clenches as he nods his head.

“Sorry for not feeling too guilty, I wasn’t a fan of the man. We weren’t on the greatest terms last time we met.”

“I’m aware.”

“So what exactly am I here for?”

Just then the door opens revealing another handsome man, this one almost too pretty to be in a place like this. He gives me a smile and sets a cup of water in front of me.

“Thank you.”

He turns and leaves, I watch him have a silent conversation with whoever is standing on the other side of the two way mirror behind the detective. He catches me staring and quickly closes the door.

My eyes shift back to detective Taceyeon, “Why am I here?”

“We are trying to help you-“ He stops talking when I lean across the table and grab his tie, dragging his massive ass out of his seat and on to the table.

I snarl in his ear, “If you honestly think I believe that bull shit you are a lot stupider than I thought you were.  You dared to take me, you dared to go against Jiyong, you must think you have something. Tell me what it is before I snap my fingers and burn your world to the fucking ground.”

He gulps and attempts to pull away to regain some kind of pride but I don’t let him move, “You are assaulting an officer! This is not the time to threaten me little girl.”

“It’s not a threat, it’s a fucking promise.” I push him back into his seat before relaxing back into my own with my arms crossed over my chest. He looks honestly frightened of me for a few minutes as he tries to get himself together without much luck. He looks over his shoulder and does some hand signal.

Once again the door opens, I groan, wondering who the hell it could be this time but I quickly shut my mouth and sit straighter in my seat. My heart stops at the sight of Jihyo standing in the door way, her eyes blood shot, her mouth hanging open in a sad attempt at speaking. My eyes flicker to the detective he’s eyes focused on me, waiting for some kind of reaction. I’m about to say something when I realize what is going on.

I forgot, I’m dead.

I’m not the real Jooyoung, I’m a copy that Jiyong made. I want to reach out to Jihyo and console her but I can’t. This whole lie was built up well and I’m not going to tear it down and have to deal with my family and police. I have enough going on but with Jihyo’s eyes on me I can’t just brush her off. She comes at me, like she always does, taking me to the ground and holding me tight, crying into the crook of my neck.

“Joo!” She bawls. It takes all of my strength not to hug her back. I take a deep breath and push away gently, confusing the crying girl. “What are you doing? Joo!” She comes at me again.

“Take me to the sky,” I mumble it barely loud enough to be a whisper but she hears it. Her eyes go wide. It means go along with whatever could come out of my mouth, no matter what it is. We used to use it when we were trying to sneak out, or more often when she would sneak out and her parents would call me for an alibi. We just stare at each other for a moment, she waits for me to say something but I’m just trying me best not to cry.

After a moment the detective is standing up to see us over the table, “Are you okay?”

I nod, “A little surprised, that’s all. Who is this?” I gesture to Jihyo.

“She seems to know you, you tell me.”

I look back and pretend to study her even though I know that pretty face anywhere and shrug, “I’ve never seen this girl before.”

The detective looks to her, “Miss. Jihyo do you know this woman?”

“I’m sorry, I got so excited I mistook her for someone else,” Jihyo apologizes as she whips her eyes.

“Mistook? Are you sure this isn’t who you thought it was?” He basically begs.

She does the same and pretends to study me, “I’m just emotional. I thought she looked like Jooyoung but now that I’m up close I can tell that it’s not her.”

He looks absolutely dumbfounded, “I thought you knew it was her.”

“I thought it was her. But then I remembered that Jooyoung is dead,” Her eyes shift to me, becoming glossy with tears once more. “I went to her funeral, I watched them lower her into the ground. I mourned the loss of my best friend. This must really be a copy.”

Her words sting. I want to explain it all to her but I can’t right now. I keep my poker face on, “Is this your trump card?”

He huffs, pulling a picture out of his suit coat pocket and hold it out to me, “So you are telling me this isn’t you?” I stare that the picture. It’s a family photo from a long time ago. My sisters and I are all smiling like nothing is wrong but I remember that day. We were out in the yard, my mother had taken the photo moments before my sister pushed me off the play ground and sent to the hospital with a fractured wrist. I look past the photo to him, his hope is on his face but I quickly crush it when my face doesn’t falter.

I sigh and stand up, offering a hand to Jihyo that she accepts, allowing me to pull her to her feet. Again I find myself wanting to hug her but I manage to control myself. “If that is all I’m going to leave. Where is my body guard?”

“You aren’t cleared to leave.”

“Am I being charged with something?”

He glares at me, “No.”

“Great now you have three minutes to release my body guard before I have Jiyong on the phone and he will not be happy to hear where I am. Time starts now.”

He doesn’t want to give in to my demands but once I’m done speaking he is out of his seat in search of Jiho. The moment he is gone I grab Jihyo’s hand and drag her out of the interrogation room and find the bathroom as fast as possible. Inside I’m pull her into a tight hug the moment the door is closed. She returns my hug just as tight, her tears returning.

“What the hell is going on?” She whales in to the crook of my neck.

I stroke her head, swaying back and forth to calm her down, “I don’t have time to explain now just know it’s me, I’m alive so don’t cry.”

She pulls away and cups my face in her hands to actually study me, “You can’t just say that! Do you have any idea what it felt like to think you were dead? You need to explain this to me now!”

“I don’t have time. Jiho will be looking for me and we can’t talk here.”

“Everyone out there can fucking wait!”

I sigh, “All I can tell you right now is that I had no part in faking my death. I didn’t even know someone faked my death until two weeks ago.”

“Does this have to do with those guys you live with? Did you run away with them?”

“No, I can’t explain this now, it’s a whole big thing that needs lots of back story that I can’t supply in a police station. I will call you tonight, we can talk tomorrow but right now, I’m pretty sure if don’t go out there someone will cause a scene.”

She’s about to snap back at me when we hear someone yelling. We both rush out of the bathroom into the main area where Hanbin is in a yelling match with some officers.

“I know she is here! Where the hell is Jooyoung?” Hanbin yells, I’m guessing it’s not the first time.

“Hanbin!” I grab his attention along with the rest of my foot soldiers who quickly push past the officer to reach me. The leader quickly scans me before hugging me tightly.

“What the hell is going on?” Jinhwan worries. “Why did they arrest you?”

“I’ll explain in the car, where is Jiho?”

“I’m here, don’t worry,” The tall man appears beside me, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into a tight hug. His eyes flicker to Jihyo, who is sizing him up. “Is that who I think it is?”

I nod.

“Who the hell is this?” Jihyo snaps at him.

Jiho clicks his tongue, “You but better.”

She looks ready to murder him.

“Ji, it’s fine, he’s fine. We will talk later. I have to go home before someone has a meltdown. You guys cannot tell Jiyong about this until tomorrow. He will freak out,” I warn my foot soldiers who just nod.

“I’m so confused,” Jihyo runs her fingers through her hair.

“It’s an even bigger mess than you think,” I mimic her actions.

“Paris?” She offers, scanning the eight men around us, noting Jiho tensing.

I shake my head, “If things continue to be this crazy, maybe.”

“We should go,” Jiho tugs on my hand.

“Do you have a way home?”

She nods, gesturing to the entrance where Namjoon appears. Oh God not them too.

“We should go now, before things get worse.”

I lock eyes with Namjoon.

“I’m going to agree with you on that one,” I look away and let him lead me towards the door. The rest of his group appears, their jaws set in a strong poker face. I try not to look at them, but out of the corner of my eye I see how much they’ve grown and smile slightly. Jiho knocks shoulders with Yoongi but doesn’t say anything, just stares the shorter man down. Jihyo rush up to us.

“What am I allowed to say?” She wonders, looking from my group to hers.

“Ji get away from them,” Hoseok tries to pull her away but her death glare makes the boy retract his hand. I can’t help but chuckle.

“You can tell them whatever you want, though I don’t know if they will believe you.”

She nods sensing the hostility rolling off the men in waves. She wants to ask more but the only thing that she can get herself to say is, “Tomorrow?”

I nod, “Tomorrow.”


A/N: Just in case I didn’t explain it well enough. The reason they were arrested was because they thought that maybe Jooyoung wasn’t fake and could be convinced to turn Jiho and Jiyong in, thinking that Jiho is actually the white dragon. If I was confusing at all please let me know so I can go back and fix it. I hope you enjoyed the chapter and have a good night!

Details about Genji’s appearance after cyberization.

…for the fanfic writers and fanartists. Because I’ve seen some works that make me scratch my head sometimes. 

DISCLAIMER: I am not a doctor or any kind of physician. Take everything with scepticism and if there’s any doctor or knowledgable of head anatomy, go ahead and correct me.

INB4 “IT’S BLIZZARD, IT’S RULE OF COOL OVER LOGIC AND SCIENCE, YOU’RE OVERTHINKING THIS!”

Go suck your egg, youngling. Figuring out stuff like these is what fandom is about. If you don’t like it, shoo. 

Without further ado, let’s touch upon the three things that every Genji writer or fanartist has wondered when writing or drawing this darling greek cyborg sparrow-ninja. And not only. 


1. Genji actually wears armor. The silver plates are not supposed to be permanent on him and he can survive without them.

In the picture where he’s a newcomer in Overwatch along with Lena, Winston and (maybe?) Jesse, Genji has no metal on him except on his head:

(he smol)

Compared with his usual appearence…

Genji lacks the metal plates on his arms and his (rather tight) shirt doesn’t show that the ones on his pectoralis. However, he does have the ones on his collarbone, which is weird, since he lacks the ones on his nech and shoulders, which are attached to his collarbone ones. The back of his hands are different as well. 

What is more, moving lower on his body (mind off the gutter, pervs!), the round illuminating buttons on his abdominals seem to be missing as well.

So, arm, neck, chest and stomach metal plates are his armour, rather than a permanent part of his cyborg body. The collarbone ones, however, are.

Then, we have puffy pants for some reason (more on this later), but they end right at the knee and we can see that the plates under the knee are there normally. However, there’s a catch: The picture it too dark, but his lower legs seem too dark to be the metal plates we see in the second picture, especially if he consider that they have a lighter colour than his synthetic flesh, yet they look darker. 

So, even if they’re not these particular plates on his legs, he still wears something there. 

So, if you ever want to write Genji finding/having his sense of touch, it should return to that brown artificial tissue that looks like naked muscles, rather than on the silver plates of his body; that’s his armour and we can see that yes, he can take it off. 

2. Genji has no hair on his head whatsoever, including facial hair and most probably, not even a lower jaw.

That’s one of the big debates about Genji’s appearance: what does his face look like?

The only clue we have is from the Dragons animated short:

Again, comparing this with his younger skin…

We see no eyelashes in the upper picture and they’d be really hard to miss, as we see in the lower one. (Damn, he rocks that mascara!) 

Also, we see no eyebrows and he used to have some seriously strong eyebrow game there. 

It’s safe to assume that the lack of any facial hair, along with the marks and scars on his facial tissue mean that Genji was probably burnt enough to have his hair roots removed for good, thus leaving him bald all around his head. 

(jfc)

And now the other big question: does he have a mouth?

Now, Genji as a cyborg can obviously talk normally. For this to happen, he needs not only a mouth with lips, but also teeth, tongue, alveolar ridge, hard palate, velum (soft palate), uvulaglottis and of course vocal cords. Also, lungs, so that he can give out air to produce sound. 

Regarding the upper organs, it’s safe to assume he still has them, along with his upper face. 

The lower, however, tells a different story:

He doesn’t seem to have any vocal cords that could help him produce the vowels correcty; the place seems synthetic. Now, he could have the cords inside, supported by synthetic flesh, or he could have gotten synthetic cords as well. The latter would mean that Genji could not talk normally for a period of time. 

Also, looking again at the shot of his face from Dragons and comparing it to his younger skin…

…we see that Genji used to have a rather big jaw and the plates right now are too high to just cover the lower part of it.

What makes more sense is that Genji has no lower jaw, hence why the facial plates are so high and close to his cheekbones and eyes:

(please, excuse my shitty lines; I have only my mouse with me)

So, since he has no lower jaw, he ought to have no togue, since the tongue is rooted to the lower jaw. No lower teeth, either.

How could he speak, then?

Blizzard was crafty and made sure not to let Genji talk at all in the animated short while he had the mask off; he starts talking again only after he has put it back. So, while we know that he has a metallic voice with the mask on, we don’t know if the metallic effect was because of the mask, or any kind of artificial vocal cords that give it to his voice.

So, no lower lip to kiss either. Darn it.

To illustrate my point, I see Genji like a cross between these two:

Raiden, as we’ve seen him without a lower jaw in Metal Gear: Rising Revengance

And Murphy, the well-known Robocop with no hair whatsoever.

(…what a roadkill.)

This fanart by @ninjasexrobot is what I think Genji looks like.

…pretty.

(not)

Also, I think he has no ears either. It would make sense that they had melted off, givel how burnt the rest of his face looks like.

Weirdly enough, he seems to have a properly shaped nose. Things to ponder.

(oh and to clear this up: no dick)


And now, last but not least, all the above bring me to my biggest question:

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO YOUR BROTHER, HANZO???????

 Unless Genji’s body is a result of him agreeing to actually get rid of almost all of his body to become a badass cyborg ninja (and I simply can’t see him agreeing to throw away his fucking vocal cords ffs!), it’s either:

  1. Hanzo actually did all of this. Not only did he cut him down, he pulled the dragons on him and opened him from jaw to belly. We know that Hanzo had used the sword to cut him; the fuck the dragons were for?!

  2. Hanzo might have just cut him enought to cause sever bleeding and leave him for dead and Genji was left dying for a long time before the Overwatch agents found him and Angela saved him. His body had started deteriorating and Angela had to cut off the pieces that had rotten away in order to save at least his brain.

Either way, JUST WHAT DID YOU DO TO YOUR BROTHER, HANZO?????

The official story for Genji says this: 

“As Genji’s injuries left him clinging to life, Overwatch offered to rebuild his body in exchange for his help.”

In other words, what caused Genji to be on the verge of death and needing to have his body turned cybernetic, was his injuries. Which Hanzo inflicted on him.

…the fuck, Hanzo.

The fuck.

http://dramarising.com/post/161076243545/so-i-read-this-one-dragons-lore-that-basically

You shut your ass, you shut it right now. Before the mods get wind of it and start some over policing fuckery in dragon bios too. Your post is bullshit and I’ll tell you why.

First off, if someone wants to use a tragic event to further their dragon’s plot and development they can do it any damn way they please. Conflict is what drives plots. If you don’t like that particular conflict, use the minuscule amount of effort it takes to click your way away from it and read a different story. Shit, you don’t even have to click, all you have to do is Not. Scroll. Down. No 13 year old is new to the concept that awful shit sometimes happens in life, it wasn’t like they wrote torture porn. They wrote a tragic event that was suppose to help the reader understand and sympathize with their dragon

Secondly, did you forget that Flightrisings own canon lore has dragons decimating the Beastclans and forcing the ones that survived to flee and try to survive on the fringes of Sornieth? How is mass murder and displacement any less violent then the one time incident where one egg was destroyed?

So please, take your stupid whiny baby-ass garbage and politely fuck the fuck off before you ruin dragon lore for everyone.

victoria’s secret

Originally posted by junqkookied

WARNING: 2927 WORTH OF CRACK and also how many times Jeon Jeongguk can fuck up while saying “Victoria’s Secret”

Contains foul language and mentions of sex

this is part 2 of my birthday celebration!!! this one is specially dedicated to my favourite jjk thigh enthusiast, @97gguks, ily bby ❤️ i was inspired by all the trash we talk about, it’s our quality conversations that keep me going tbh :’) 

Summary: In which you teach Jeon Jeongguk a little lesson. Jeongguk is looking for a summer job, and you’ve offered to help him look for one, but when his cockiness and smug confidence pisses you off, you decide to take revenge. And revenge is as sweet as the body mist from Victoria’s Secret. 


“9-5 office hours, admin work. $10 an hour. Includes filing and organizing paperwork.” 

“Overqualified,” Jeongguk indulges in a lazy stretch with his arms above his head, causing his white t-shirt to teasingly stray just shy of his happy trail. Taking a deep breath in an effort to regain patience and self-control, you skim down the list of classified ads once more. 

“Stock manager for a grocery store, $8 an hour-“ Jeongguk sits up immediately, eyes blazing in indignance.

“Such a handsome face like this, stuck in the backroom all day? _________, you’ve got to be kidding me. Someone with my looks was born to be in the frontline, babe.” The way he preens as he checks his reflection in his phone screen and runs a careless hand through his hair only to have every strand of it fall back into place perfectly should irk you, but the casual way in which he drops that endearment has you a little flustered.

Hoping to hide your flushed cheeks, you flip the paper over with a huff instead, fully intending on giving up on helping Jeon Jeongguk in his search for a summer job. He’s obviously way too self absorbed for this, although he tells you that he really does need that extra money for that upcoming Big Bang concert next month. He’d evaporate before he’d miss a chance to see G Dragon live and rapping before his very eyes.

“What did you have in mind when you said a summer job? Sitting on your lazy ass and getting paid to do nothing?” You can’t keep the exasperation out of your voice. 

“Sitting on this very perky ass and getting paid,” Jeongguk amends with a cocky smirk. You roll your eyes at him and continue flipping through the section of the paper, if not to take your mind off a very perky ass sitting only a few spaces away from you.

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G-Dragon when he notices that you’re not wearing panties

G-Dragon arrived at the fashion show a tad too early. It’s so unlike him considering the fact that he’s been notorious for his late, but how spectacular entrances at big events. Still, it seems that it did not lessen the interest of the paparazzi hunting for celebrities. As soon as he got there, all the cameras were on him. He couldn’t help but smile when the situation changed drastically after the appearance of a remarkably charming and pretty lady that long ago had stolen his heart. The paparazzi made a beeline for this beautiful creature completely forgetting about his persona. 

G-Dragon is standing there straining his eyes to look at your precious face hidden somewhere in the midst of that crowd. To his surprise, he fairly easily manages to discern the shape of your enticing body. He gulps and oh so suddenly his palms get a bit sweaty. All because of the fact that your eyes meet for  a moment. When you flash a warm smile in his direction he feels as if he was a small kid that has just been given a candy and it’s by no means an exaggeration considering how sexy you are and how much he craves you. He secretly hopes for a moment of privacy between you and him so as to inform you how seductive you look tonight. 

Originally posted by jitaewon

Finally, all the guests get into the showroom. The runaway and the whole design of the place look breathtaking, but it seems that Jiyong couldn’t care less about that. His plan is to sit right next to you and this is the only thing that occupies his mind right now. He sees you heading in the direction of the front seats and he follows immediately. He is getting closer and closer and his eyes linger on your silhouette. He knows it’s rude but his gaze wanders to the lower parts of your body. The dress is so tight that it is too hard not to admire the view in front of him.

Not surprisingly, you catch him staring at your ass. The moment you turn around it’s obvious that he’s been looking somewhere where he shouldn’t, or at least, he shouldn’t be so open about it. 

Y: Are you enjoying the view, Jiyong?

GD: Well, to be completely honest with you I’ve seen better runway showrooms in my life.

Y: You’re always so hard to please, aren’t you?

GD: There are some ways…

Y: Like?

GD: We can work it out after the show If you’d like.

You cannot even react to his overconfident comment because the lights turn off. He sits right next to your place and gestures you to do the same. You comply, a bit irritated and amused at the same time. 

GD: Are you sitting comfortably?

Y: Why? And even if not… then what?

GD: Easy girl… I’m trying to be nice here.

Y: Sure. You didn’t answer my question.

GD: I can always arrange you a better seat.

Y: And where would that be?

GD: My lap? Last time you seemed to like it.

His suggestion throws you off balance and your bag drops to the floor. He gently picks it up and then his face expression changes. He looks a bit surprised.

Y: What is it?

GD: Nothing, just nothing.

He places the bag in your hands, brushing his fingers against your palm. The delicate touch makes you a little bit nervous. It’s too hard to control your emotions when you are around him. 

GD: Okay, let’s shush the show is starting. 

Y: Pff, don’t tell me what to do.

He chuckles under his nose but does not reply at all, which annoys you even more. You have a strange feeling that he is up to something.

                                               xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx                                                

After the show, you quickly gather your things and prepare to go out.

GD: Are you sure you have everything?

Y: I suppose so…

GD: Okay then. See you later, perhaps.

He smirks and turns around without further ado. He goes out of the building, not waiting for you. 

Y: What an ass!

You mutter to yourself trying not to give out how angry you are. 

When you get to the parking place you’re instantly surrounded by the press and paparazzi. Involuntarily, your eyes scan through the crowd for G-Dragon and you spot him standing by his car. 

It’s not too far away so you can clearly see his gummy smile.

Y: Why the hell is he so amused?

You wonder while suddenly you see him putting something out of his trouser’s pocket. It looks like a piece of clothing or a kind of a fabric. He starts waving with the material in your direction. It looks strangely familiar. Almost like…

Y: My panties?!

The squeak of surprise goes out of your mouth when you realise what happened after you dropped your bag during the fashion show.

He smiles at you one last time before he gets into the car and drives away. You’re still in shock trying to figure out what to do now when your phone starts buzzing. It’s a message from Jiyong.

You really want to be angry but you cannot help but to start giggling. He drives you insane, literally. You’ve never expected to be so in love with anybody.