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SILK UNDER HIS SUIT  ੭  JUNGKOOK

 

Contains : secretagent!jungkook, SMUT !  

Group : BTS  

Member : Jungkook/Jeon Jungkook

Words : + 3,5k

Summary : Jungkook could get away with pretty much anything, partly thanks to his young looks and friendly smile, but mostly because of his secret agent skills. He trained for so long, and now he was finally one of the best agents of his company, never failing to do his job, quickly and properly. Every single one of his mission is a success, until he finds out who is his new target : his childhood best friend.

Originally posted by bangmebangtanmtl

A/N : I’m thinking about making a part two, so if you think I should or just want to give a feedback or a request, everything is here ! I didn’t proof read.


Jungkook’s foot was tapping on the marble floor, patiently waiting as he observed the paitings on the wall facing him. He already saw them a hundred times, but the abstract paintings were still a mystery to him.

The boy adjusted his tie, hearing the heavy footsteps behind the door. Patiently, he watched the shadow forme on the glass door, getting up as soon as it opened.

Confident, he took a step, nodding at the tall man in a black suit before disappearing behind the door, the man closing it after him.

Jungkook knew the path by heart, quickly walking towards the desk at the end of the hallway, a hand running in his hair.
His footsteps echoed against the walls, and soon enough, he was greeted by an overly white room, the only black thing being the massive desk and the man’s suit, looking through the bay window.

Jungkook silently waited, hands in his back. He had to say that the view was amazing, the city looked tiny under his feets, he felt powerfull.
The man hummed, turning around.
It also wasn’t the first time that Jungkook saw his boss, but the man had such a strong aura, forcing his respect.

His piercing eyes carefully watched as Jungkook bowed, a warm smile decorating his face.

“Jungkook.”, greeted the man, he was the only one in the building to call him by his actual name.

“Sir.”, said Jungkook, keeping his back straight.

The man’s hand pointed towards the chair in front of his desk, silently asking Jungkook to sit.
He quickly walked towards the black chair, sitting and waiting for his boss to talk again.

“Your last mission was a success. You did well.”, said the man, sitting on his imposing chair.

Jungkook opened his mouth, before closing it again, taken back. It was really rare for his boss to compliment anyone.
“Thank you, sir.” said, Jungkook, head bowing.

The man smilled, opening a drawer before placing a brown file on his desk. With his index, he made it slide towards the boy.

“Here’s your next mission. Kill them, I want evidence, search for any files, the usual. Do it as quickly as possible, no need to investigate.”, simply said his boss.
Jungkook nodded, familiar with the procedures, taking the file without opening it. It was light, maybe just a page or two, which was unusual, but he didn’t show anything.

His boss nodded to the door, his dark locks moving in front of his eyes. Jungkook quickly got up, walking down the hallway, files in hand. Exiting the office, he gave one last look at the door, the black plaque with a carved “Min Yoongi” shinning under the neon light.




Jungkook ran up his stairs, nodding at his neighbor before opening his apartment door.
Entering in the darkness of the room, the boy sighed, tugging at his tie.
The small ray of lights coming from the window were enough for his tired eyes, Jungkook took off his shoes, throwing the file on the table in front of his tv.

His hand ran in his hair, messing his dark locks, he hated that he had to style them everytime he had to meet his boss.
Quickly, he walked towards his fridge, taking a bottle of beer, dragging the cold glass along his neck and collarbones before opening it.

It was way too hot, he thought, rolling his sleeve up. After this, he hoped that his new mission was in another country, somewhere where the climate was decent, or even in another city, he was growing tired of Seoul and his busy streets and neon lights. He also wanted something with more investigation.

The boy sighed, collapsing on his couch. He took a sip of his beer, eyes fixed on the file in front of him.
He always had a strange feeling everytime he had to start a new mission, he knew he was risking his life everytime. On the other hand, it’s what he chose to do, he couldn’t complaine.

Placing his bottle on the table, Jungkook reached to grab the brown folder, sitting comfortably before opening it.

His eyes quickly traveled on the paper, before stopping on the picture,

and he froze.

His eyes widen, could it be ? could it be Y/N ? he asked himself. The girl on the picture looked so much like her, his mouth fell agape, trying to distinguish the features of the girl on the blurry picture.
She was on the street, on hand firmly grabbing a large green and black drawing pad.

His heart started beating, turning the page, hoping to find another picture. The other one was clearer, the girl was smiling brightly, it looked like a photoshoot, and they were no doubt.

“Y/N…”, breathed Jungkook.

It had to be an error, it had to, he thought. But the more he looked at the pictures, the more he was convinced it was you.
The same eyes, the same smile.

Jungkook nervously searched for the information sheet, silently praying that he wouldn’t find your name writen black on white.
But he did, and he found your name, your adress, your number, your birth date, everything.
It was you.

He threw the file back on the table, as if he was repulsed by it, his head falling in his hands.
It’s been years since he saw you for the last time, when he had to leave Busan to train. Jungkook felt a heartache while seeing the pictures, the same he felt when he left you. Jungkook didn’t have a lot of regrets, but leaving his hometown without keeping in touch with you was his biggest regret.

After all, you were his best friend, and he never found someone that understood him like you did, he never felt so many things towards someone else.
He usually found himself thinking about you at night, his mind was always busy during the day, and when he did, he liked to comfort himself and think that he was only protecting you.

He had to do the same to his parents, he had to lie to them, tell them he had a normal, small job in Seoul, but they didn’t know that they were protected from afar by his company, however, the company only protected their agent’s family, and no one else.

By the adress, you lived in Seoul now, apparently, you left Busan too. But what happened ? Why were you his new prey ?

Did he had to kill you ?

Thinking about this, his head snapped back up.

He wouldn’t, he couldn’t.

It wasn’t like he never killed someone, but you weren’t anyone. Jungkook breathed in, his mind running. He couldn’t let you go, his boss would be disappointed, and he would get someone else to get the job done. He couldn’t kill you, it was beyond his power.

On the other hand, his agent self told him that maybe, just maybe, you did something so horrible that he had to kill you ? After all, his company worked for the gouvernment, he was killing the bad guys, right ?

His head fell back in his hands, foot tapping on the floor. From all the people, it had to be you, it had to be him.
Frustrated, his fist slammed on the table, the bottle shaking.

He got up, trying to block any unprofessional thought, it was his job, you were his pray, you were no one.
He gave a last glare to your adress, before grabbing his keys.




Jungkook exited out of his car, immediatly facing the tall building, somewhere, behind one of these windows, was his new prey.
Jungkook’s mind was running, as he walked towards the door, getting in the fresh ground floor.

He looked around, there were no cameras, no one at the reception. He instantly noticed the elevator, and slided in when the massive grey doors opened.
Jungkook’s finger pressed on the number, remebering your adress that he saw on the file.

The doors opened, and somehow, Jungkook couldn’t move. He couldn’t exit the cubic space, he felt heavy.
He noticed that his hands were sweaty, and he quickly rubbed them on his jean. He breathed, he was feeling like his unconfident old self again.

He snapped when he saw the doors close again, putting a firm hand between them and getting out of the small space where he felt like he was suffocating.

His shoes met the soft dark carpet, his eyes searching for the right number.
“Fourteen…fourteen…”, he breathed to himself, as if he needed to remember himself why he was here.

Quickly, he found the door, your door, a small “14″ on the door. You were probably behind these wall,s he was facing his path, and his decisions.
He took a deep breath, a voice in his head still trying to find a solution, trying to find a way to get you both out of here, no matter what you did to appear in his boss’ files.

He straightened his back, fist getting closer to the wood, before he stopped. Were you even going to recognise him ? Would it be easier for him ? Were you still the same person he knew ?

Pushing back his questions, his fist tapped on your door, before the hallway fell in silence.
Seconds felt like minutes, and the more he waited, the more he wanted to run and disappear.
But the door opened.

The door opened, and he froze.
You obviously suffering from the heat, only wearing a short and a tank top, one hand holding a black fan.
A thin layer of sweat was visible, making your skin glow, but Jungkook’s eyes where glued on your face, drinking in every detail.
Every other night, he wished he could see you, but not in those circumstances.
The both of you were silent, but something broke when you opened your mouth, a gasp falling from your lips.

“J-Jungkook ?”, you asked, stopping every movement from your hand.

And the boy felt his heart sank to the his feets when he heard you say his name, and he felt even worst when he felt your arms wrap around his torso.

Although, he couldn’t help himself, a sweet smile streching his lips, his own arms holding you. And he felt complete in a way, a weight leaving his shoulder, but the weight of what he had to you was still here and significant.

“Hi.”, he didn’t know what to say, he didn’t know what to do, he was helpless, a hand rubbing your back.

Your hand hit his torso, taking him off garde, all senses alert, he had to think twice and not make any moves to defend himself.

“Where have you been ? Y-you fucking disappeared.”, you said, eyebrows furrowed, clearly ready to cry.

 “Y/N, it’s-”, he started, before you pulled him inside your apartment.

“Wait, d-do you want something to drink ?” you asked, while desturing towards your couch.

“No, thank you.”, Jungkook smiled, you were still the same. He looked around your apartment with modest furnitures, but it was clean.
He looked over the window, seeing the setting sun.

You sat next to him, your hand cupping his cheek.

“Look at you.”, you breathed. And Jungkook couldn’t help but smile, his head tilting to feel you touch.

“And l look at you.”, he laughed, a genuine laugh.

“So, what happened ?”, you asked, crossing your legs to fully turn your body towards him.

Jungkook got lost in his thoughts, a part of him wanted to tell you the truth, be true to you, but another half of him told him to just do what he was used to do, lie.

“Do we…really have to talk about that ?”, he asked. You moved your head, before he changed the subject.

“What about you ?”, he asked. At the moment, all he wanted was to hear you talk, catch up with everything that happened. And hopefully, just for a second, he would feel like he never left you.

“Oh, when-when you left, it was hard.”, you breathed. “But, you probably felt the same thing, you also had to leave your hometown.” and Jungkook smiled, closing his eyes, you always had been such a comprehensive person.

“But, you’re here now, right.”, you said, a hand grabbing his, and he melted, slowly becoming putty in your hands, and he felt like he was a teenage boy again. He nodded, and you continued.

“Eventually, I also moved from Busan. And now I’m an art major.”, you simply explained.

“How is Busan now ?”, he asked, eager to know more about his hometown.

“Oh you know, it’s the same, nothing really changed.”

He breathed, but his real goal came back in his mind like a torrent, his smile fading. He looked at you, detaling everyone of your features, his jaw tightening.

“Are you okay ?”, you asked, you hand coming back to his cheek.

He closed his eyes, he honestly felt like crying, the gesture adding on, you were the only one to touch him like that, the smallest touch making him feel so many things he thought he would never experience ever again.

“I missed you.”, Jungkook said, his voice breaking, and he hated himself for being so weak. He was trained to hide his emotions, or fake them, but everything he learned was thrown by the window.

He kept his eyes closed, trying to push every thoughts in a corner of his mind, his shoulders tensed, he wished he could find a way to fix everything, he wished so many things.

But his eyes opened when he felt your lips on his, the feeling nearly foreign to him. But before he could truly understand it, you pulled back.

“I-I’m sorry, I don’t know-”, you tried, before getting cut by Jungkook’s lips crashing on yours. And suddently, he was craving for more, lips moving against yours, his hand coming in contact with your hair.
He couldn’t say he never thought about it, he did from time to time asked himself what would have happened if he never left, and he wondered if you and him would’ve been more than best friends.

Jungkook pulled back, allowing both of you to breath, murmuring a “I missed you so much.”, against your lips.
He was feeling things he was prohibited to feel, he was thought that love, lust, sympathy were things to avoid.

But in a way, the mixture of all those thing, and you, were pulling all his pieces together again, and he felt like if he let you go, all his parts would fall again.

“I missed you.”, you said, your own voice breaking, and Jungkook pulled you against him, his arms wrapping around your waist, his head dropping in your neck.
He breathed in your perfume, before leaving a hard kiss where your neck and shoulder met, your fingers intertwining with the locks of his hair.

Jungkook swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. He saw your shaky hand grab a handful of his shirt, before taking taking the first button between your fingers.

You didn’t move for a second, waiting for him to approuve, and he did, nodding. And with that, your digits went to work, unbuttoning his shirt, leaving a kiss on his torso everytime a new parcelle of skin was exposed.

Soon enough, his shirt was open, your hands running up and down the smooth skin, your lips coming back to his mouth.
“I still can’t believe you left me like that.”, you breathed against his lips, in an attempt to get a reaction from him.

And it worked, his hand delicatly grabbing your jaw, peppering kisses on your jawline and neck, “I’m sorry.”, he breathed.

Jungkook sucked on your skin, a moan tumbling down from your lips, making a hiss escape his mouth.
Unconsciously, your hips started rocking on top of Jungkook’s thigh, your breath growing irregular.

The boy didn’t notice, to busy pulling your top off, eager to feel your skin against his. You pulled his shirt out of his shoulder, throwing it somewhere on the couch, alongside your top, your hips moving again.
Your head fell backwards, exposing your throat. Jungkook instantly attached his mouth to the skin, his teeth slightly biting on it.

“Jungkook.”, you cried out. The boy hummed, his hands travelling on your chest before resting on your lower half.

“Touch me.”, you begged, lightly pulling on his hair.

Jungkook’s breath got caught in his throat, buttles rising in his stomach. Everything was a blur around him, his mind focused on you. His hand unzipped your pants, before letting them fall on the ground. He stopped for a second, eyes travelling up and down your body.

“You look beautiful.”, he said, fingers tugging at the hem of your black panties,

“But I would rather take these off.”, he continued, finding a new confidence.

A hand on your waist, the boy layed you on the couch, your head on the arm rest. His other hand grabbed the back of your thigh, his lips dragging on your skin from your collarbones to your hip bone, where he marked you.

Your hand grabbed the back of his head, a sigh leaving your lips. Before you could talk again, Jungkook’s digits hooked under the hem of your panties, taking it off and placing himself between your legs.

His breath ghosting over your heat, he keept eye contact before placing a single kiss on your clit. This simple touch making a faint moan escape from your lips, chest rising and falling at and uneven pace.

You closed your eyes, impatiently licking your lips, before mumbling a “Please.”, and that’s all he needed.His lips immediatly wrapping around your clit, sucking, before his digits started teasing your entrance. Jungkook hummed at your taste, the vibrations making you moan.

Licking and sucking, his finger finally pushed in, making your back arched, your moan filling the room. The boy’s eyes were closed, focused, his hips almost bucking everytime he heard your moan. Your noises sounded like heaven, and all he wanted was to hear more.

You, on the other hand, wanted to feel more, your body craving to feel more.
“Jungkook.”, you called. He opened his eyes, filled with lust. “More.”, you begged, unable to form a full sentence. You tugged on his hair, hoping he would get the hint.

He looked up, lips and chin shining. “More.”, you asked again, hand pushing his jeans.
Jungkook understood, quickly taking his pants and underwear off. He was hard, the tip red, a drop of pre-cum leaking. He wanted to pleasure you first, but the both of you were too impationt, craving for each other’s body.

His fingers intertwined with yours, resting on the arm rest on each side of your head, you gave him a nod, and his lips met yours in a sloppy kiss before pushing in. Moans coming from each side.

His pace was slow, he wanted it to last, whimpers tumbling from his lips. His torso was brushing against yours, sweat forming on your skin.
Jungkook closed his eyes, trying to process the amount of pleasure he was feeling.

Your name was falling from his lips like a prayer, before falling on the crook of your neck, trying to muffle his moans.
Broken moans were heard from the both of you, his pace quicken, his hips bucking without his will.

Jungkook’s teeth dugged into your skin, making you cry out. One of his hand left your, travelling down your body before he met you hip. Your nails dragged on his back, making sure to leave marks when Jungkook’s finger started circling on your clit.

Your back arched, forgetting to breath for a moment when his finger tip pressed hard, his dick hitting a particular spot.

“I’m gonna cum.”, you warned, eyes shut.

“Let go, I’m here.”, he said, his finger pressing hard, and that’s all you needed, your eyes rolling back, a long moan coming from your lips.

“Fuck, fuck.”, he cursed, hips slowing down.

Jungkook came shortly after, a final grown escaping his lips, mumbling a “God.”, through gritted teeths. Your hand went once again through his hair, pulling back the dark locks falling in his eyes.

Collapsing on top of you, his fingertips caressed the multiple hickies he left on your skin, before pulling out, arms wrapped around you.

His mind was empty, he was full, and he wished it never stopped, but his head snapped back up.
Distraught eyes looking at you, he quickly got up, throwing you clothes on you, “You need to leave the town.”

Women are all sorts of magic.
When a woman has set her sights on something; she will birth it into existence. It’s not about the power she has between her legs, it’s about the power of her heart, mind, and soul. There is nothing she cannot do.
And everything desires and craves her touch.
She is the all giving mother.
The divine feminine.
The goddess beyond the clouds.
She is the bringer of love, the queen of what is holy, and the giver of peace.
She is changing the world.
Welcome to the new matriarchy.
—  Jenna Galbut
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Anonymously requested.

“Doctor.”

“Mm.”

“Doctor..?”

“Uh-huh. Right. We can do that.”

You rolled your eyes. You understood that the Doctor couldn’t help getting distracted this way, but you couldn’t imagine what would happen in an emergency.

Only his shoes stuck out from under the console- he had, somehow, with his skinny little stick-body, wormed his way all the way into the tiny maintenance hatch. Nine never would have been able to do that, you thought, feeling a twinge of nostalgia for the Doctor’s previous incarnation. If the Doctor had taught you anything, it had been that the looks did not make the man, but you could help but miss those broad shoulders and strong, workman’s hands. Not that Ten wasn’t wonderful in his own way. You didn’t think it was fair that he got to be naturally skinny like that, but there was no point in whining about it, was there?

“Doctor.”

This time, he didn’t even bother responding, although you felt like you still deserved points because his foot did twitch. You smirked. Another thing you had learned, more from the TARDIS than the Doctor, was that a little mischief could go a long way if you wanted the Doctor to learn something. He was probably the only person you knew who needed a joke as lesson reinforcement, but if it worked for him, who were you to question it? What worked, worked, and you would use what you had to. Huh. You should write a book. ‘How to Train Your 900-and-Something-Year-Old Time Lord’ would be a big hit.

“Doctor, I’ve just finished dancing naked on Raxacoricofallapatorius, so I’m gonna go take a slime bath now. If you get hungry, I mixed ground glass in the jam jar.” There. That ought to do it.

“Yeah… sure thing….” Or not.

Exasperation irritably buzzed against your brain. Well, if he was going to be like that, it was time to bring out the big guns.

“… I love you.”

You had done things in your life that you regretted. Less, since you came aboard the TARDIS, but still. You knew that feeling of suddenly wishing, beyond all things, that you could roll back the clock and change something you had said or done. Everybody did. It was nothing special. And no, for your information, it is not unreasonable to try to will an event out of existence by the power of your mind. Yes, it is ridiculous, and no, it will not work, but yes, everyone does it. As are you, in this moment, even as you wondered what possessed you to say something so dangerous.

You know what? your mind reasoned, This is no big deal. Perfectly excusable. Friends tell friends that they love each other all the time. Sure, you’ve never done it with the Doctor, but you’ve got to start sometime, right? 

“Do you mean that?” the Doctor’s voice rang from inside the console, distorted and echoed.

Oh, of course, he hears that.

“Of course I do,” you said, and it was the truth. How he interpreted it was his business.

The Doctor, quick and agile, wriggled his way out of the console, coming out very rumpled with his tie thrown over his shoulder and his hair all fluffed out in that just-got-lucky manner that was going to drive you crazy now that you had noticed it.

You didn’t know if you were blushing, but it felt like you were, so you thought fast and said the most brilliant thing that your mind could come up with! “I think you lost a button in there.”

Smart. Very smart, that was. Bravo. In your defense, you were under a lot of- oh, whatever. It’s not my job to explain you to yourself. Figure it out on your own. We’re getting to the good part.

“What did you just say?” he asked, and you did not like the look in his eyes. That wide-eyed, unblinking, very, very brown stare that would drive you mad if you let it. And you had let it, you supposed. Falling in love with him had been the worst idea ever.

“I said you lost a button.”

The Doctor looked at himself and found that, despite what an idiot your were (that wasn’t what he was thinking, but I’m sure you know what I mean), you had spoken the truth: a button had popped off of his shirt.

“Oh, bother it, that’s-” the Doctor stilled, cutting himself off. “No!” he exclaimed, pointing at you (and if that didn’t make you flinch, well, then nothing did). “No distractions this time. You said you loved me.”

“Yes.” And another astounding bout of witty banter from your side. Point, match.

“Did you mean it?”

“Of course I meant it!” Shut up!

“Then why didn’t you say so before?!”

The Doctor surged forward faster than you could back away, and his lips crashed against yours.

Now, at this moment, I would like to give you a little privacy, seeing as it’s nobody else’s business that the Doctor kissed you until you were forced to break away for air, so let’s just say that he was rather… passionate about the exchange. As were you.

The Doctor laughed at you as you panted for air. He grinned, looking completely, utterly happy.

“You know,” he said, “we could have done that ages ago if you had just said. Did I mention I love you too?”

The North and South Node Axis

aren’t about ditching one aspect of yourself to reach another- it’s about meeting in the middle, finding balance between two opposing parts of yourself, letting them flow together into a softer form.

–look at the houses your axis falls in too!–

Aries-Libra: About finding respect for self and others. Balancing boisterous self-expression with active reciprocation of others. learning how to give straight answers, how to say “NO” and stick with it. Listening without bias. Actively expressing love. Flaming goddess energy. Feeling secure initiating as well as in just being present. When to sing and when to scream. Listening to your head and your gut.

Taurus-Scorpio: Understanding what security really means. Knowing what’s yours and what’s not. Trusting. Testing. Being comfortable in dark situations. Deepening and stabilizing the world. Finding a powerful sense of self, rooting in oneself. The ability to weather any storm. Uncrushable resilience. Excess versus abstinence. When to stand on solid ground and when to drown. Deep knowing.

Gemini-Sagittarius: Absorbing and applying knowledge. When to listen and when to talk. Being both the student and the teacher. Immersing oneself in something new. Knowing what you’re made of and where it’s taking you;the boundary of your neighborhood and the world beyond it. Expanding the mind and the soul. Taking steps towards knowledge. Finding meaning in being childlike. Adapting your inner and external worlds, always questioning. Laughing away fear. Always morphing into something new.

Cancer-Capricorn: The meeting place between where you’ve been and where you’re going. Comfort versus pressure. Flowing effortlessly within structure. Building a home for yourself. Being your own parent, a comforting authority figure. Letting go of rigid views of life. Tranquility in action. Space to unwind. Releasing archaic ideas of family. Family serves as a restriction. Maintaining an active balance between life within and outside of the home. Becoming an authority on the past- museum curation, historians, connecting the dots of the past. Growth versus acceptance.

Leo-Aquarius: Performance versus detached observation. Becoming a dynamic individual. Being a hub of knowledge. Showing others what makes you unique. Giving others an outlet for their own self-expression. Learning through play. Toying with abstract thoughts. Listening to the collective, becoming a vessel for the collective. Learning your personal role in the grand design. Crafting an infinitely-adapting identity. A surprising identity. Turning thought into action. Creative friendships. Crafting new realities. Balancing the abilities to detach and to unify.

Virgo-Pisces: Giving yourself what you need to heal- physically and spiritually. Listening to your body, creating space in the body by releasing tension. Having a structured method to ease the spiritual;astral body. Healthy rituals for losing oneself. Releasing guilt about not always being capable of caring for others. Secluding oneself shamelessly, Building adaptable boundaries to protect the sensitive inner self. Constructively using the immense, fluid inner world. Using routine to dissolve one’s boundaries. Reflection on the body and its needs. Becoming intimate with details. Being a vessel for feelings of infinity.

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A COURT OF WINGS AND RUIN - Pre-Release Discussion

So ACOWAR, the third and final book in Sarah’s A Court of Thorns and Roses series, is coming out soon. And I thought I should make a post discussing all my theories, and everything I’d like to happen in this book.

I do know that there will be novellas and some spin-off novels but when I say final, I mean the final book told from Feyre’s POV. Sarah did say that Rhys and Feyre’s character arc would be over by ACOWAR.

Anyway, onward with the discussion!

I’d like to discuss the things I’d like to happen first in this book and the likelihood of those things happening:

  •  So since, I assume from the final chapters of ACOMAF, ACOWAR will be told alternate from Rhys and Feyre’s POV’s I think we’ll get to see the interactions going on at both the Spring and Night courts. So what do I want see?

Well for one, I want to see more interaction between the Inner Court and Feyre’s sisters. Particularly Nesta x Cassian interaction. Because they’re OTP.

I would also love to see Mor and Amren interact with Nesta and Elain, I feel those conversations would be interesting. A little heart to heart maybe?

  • I want to see Elain stand up for herself. Right now, she seems to be operating under the shade of Nesta’s umbrella of protection. But I want to see Elain make a decision that Nesta doesn’t approve of, (choosing to mate with Lucien, ahem ahem) and sticking with that decision because its hers. I just feel like underneath all that sweetness, Elain could be such a badass.
  • Lucien/Elain interaction. I want to see how Lucien’s sharp edges will clash with Elain’s softer, sweeter self.
  •  A loving scene between Rhys and Feyre wherein Feyre draws or paints Rhys is very welcome. Please Sarah. My heart needs this.
  •  I want to hear more about Rhys’ sister. We hear about his mother, but not his sister. We don’t even know her name. I hope Sarah will get into depth about her.
  • I want to see some badass humans. It’s something I doubt we’ll see, but all I hear is how humans are usually weak and afraid and blah blah. But what I want to see is a human who has zero fear for the fae, can hold their own against them in a fight, and takes no crap from them. That would be amazing.
  •  MOR AND AZRIEL LOVE. PLEASE SARAH
  •  I want to visit other courts, or even the lands beyond Prythian.
  •  Nesta and Elain being as powerful as any High Lord. The two of them having mind-blowing powers would be interesting.

Okay, let’s move on to theories, because guys, I have a LOT.

  • Feyre’s mom is alive. Possibly. I don’t know, I feel like she’s shady as hell. I feel like she has something to do with all of this.
  • I bet Myriam and Drakon will be in this book. They were mentioned in ACOMAF and I feel like they have a role to play.
  •  Nesta’s going to be the one to kill Hybern. Right now, we might think that Rhys or Feyre will do it, but I think Nesta will. In that scene in ACOMAF where she sort of flips off Hybern, that scene was prophetic. SHE WILL END HYBERN WITH HER FIRE POWERS.
  • Tarquin will definitely make up with Rhys. He was a great dude, they’ll become allies. (yay)
  • Cassian and Nesta are MATESSSSS
  • Lucien will be on Feyre’s side. He’ll convert I’m sure. Feyre will convert him to #TeamNightCourt
  • Some say Feyre’ll be pregnant. Now I doubt this theory, but it is possible. Sarah discusses childbirth and the rarity of it a bit. Also during that scene with The Bone Carver, Feyre sees an eight-year old boy with black hair and blue eyes. At first I thought it was young Rhys, but with this theory, possibly he could be the future son. Future High Lord.
  • I also bet we’ll catch a glimpse of the wings of Rhys’ mom and sister. It’s going to be at the Spring Court. IN TAMLIN’S ROOM I BET. THAT ASSHOLE.
  • We’ll finally get to see what Rhys’ beast form is. Maybe Feyre’ll be trapped or something and Rhys will yield to the beast to save her.

Lastly, I have here a list divided into three groups: People who BETTER NOT DIE, NEUTRAL, and THEY BETTER DIE.

BETTER NOT DIE:

  • Rhys
  • Feyre
  • Mor
  • Azriel
  • Cassian
  • Nesta
  • Elain
  • Lucien
  • Amren

NEUTRAL:

  • Tarquin
  • Cresseida
  • Varian
  • Tamlin

THEY BETTER DIE:

  • Hybern
  • Jurian
  • Kier
  • Ianthe
  • Erawan opps wrong series

about darkiplier - i’ve had a few thoughts flying around inside my head for a few days now, and after yesterday’s video, i felt like now was a good time to try and put them into words. i know i’ve already “analysed” darkiplier before (you can read that here if you want to btw), but these are some more recent, smaller thoughts of mine. it’s not much; just a few little ramblings i’ve come up with.

dark has gone from a character i was really interested in to a character that i’m pretty damn scared of. i wasn’t really on the same page as mark before when he said that he was “the fucking worst”. now? i DEFINITELY am. dark’s now shown us (more than once) that he can impersonate mark without fault, and that just adds to his personality as a power-hungry manipulator. creepy, to say the least.

it’s like if you’ve ever had a nightmare/dream where someone is chasing you; they seem to be walking really, really slowly, but no matter how fast you run, you can never get away from them. to me, i guess you could say the person chasing you is dark; he’s this inescapable, imposing force. it just sums up how i view him really well.

something else that popped into my head was this: not only is dark an expert manipulator, but he’s got a sort of charm to him - an almost hypnotic charm. “don’t play (t)his game” showed this perfectly - the first time we all watched it, we all knew dark was in the video somewhere; we just didn’t know where or when he was going to appear. but when he did appear? he’s staring straight into the camera, looking directly at us. that’s all he has to do to catch our attention; hell, he only has to appear in the thumbnail and we lose our minds. at this point, we’re completely focused on dark and what he is saying; we’re completely under his thumb and under his control.

even beyond that, we’re always on tenterhooks wondering when dark’s going to show up next. as soon as something suspicious happens, or a video with a weird/creepy thumbnail pops up, we all drop whatever the hell it is we’re doing and watch. that kind of power is not easy to obtain. dark’s goal from the start was to have us just as fixated on him as we are with mark. dark barely had to do anything to achieve that - he even got us to kill mark for him (whether we realised what we were doing or not)! 

at this point, we’re basically putty in dark’s hands - he’s successfully earned and kept our attention. now it’s just a matter of getting us to do whatever he pleases.

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Sins of the Father, Vol. 2: Vision Without Sight

Characters: Kenny Omega, Reader, and Finn Bálor (in your head)

Word Count: 1220

Warnings: language, some graphic violence, gore

A/N: Hello hello! This is the first full installment, and I couldn’t be more relieved to share it. Just to warn you in advance, the first two will heavily involve getting to know our angel, and later we’ll be checking in on our favorite demon. So hang in there, and I hope you continue to enjoy the ride.

My Bálor Babes: @yourr-anger-your-anchor @motleymoose @georgiadean37 @wweximaginesxd @racheo91 @daddy-slug @blondekel77 @ambrosegirlforever @romanempire19 @fucking-bandsx @boundtomyfate @hotspurmadridista @florenceivy @geekoftv @behindthesesilvereyes @vsturgeon5489 @thegoddessqueenrileycarter @wwesmutandstuff @devitt-club @anerdysouthernbelle @thebadchic @baratomaya @jenn0755 @sbethell89 @magical419 @lilyruelas @xxmaddhatter39xx @bouttogolinkurbitch @uniquewerewolfsuit @valeonmars @ryrybebe @wwe-rollins-lover @dasexydevitt13 @officialbroski10-blog

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Just joining this one-way caravan to the Ninth Circle of Hell? Welcome! You’ll want to check out the Masterlist before boarding. 

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Splinter’s Death, April Fault? And apparently Apritello is dead...What?

So apparently the death of Splinter is April’s fault….and Apriltello is dead….oh the people in this fandom….

Okay, since Im calmer, I can rant more appropriately.

Lets take in onto why April didnt save Splinter…shall we?

Remember back in the chompy episode they talked about the Aeon made April’s powers a little weak? ((I cant really remember what exactly was said.)) Well theres one of the reasons. 


Another reason is, she used up most of her levation during the Shredder fight.


Oh and after you just witnessed your Sensei getting gutted, then Im pretty sure you’d be paralyzed and shocked. After Splinter had fallen, April summoned enough of her last bit of powers to try to end Shredder once and for all. Hear me out, when you see someone die in front of you, something just snaps inside you making everything you do is beyond your bounds. Meaning when April blasted Shredder off the roof, she wasnt in her right mind. That or she didnt know she could even save Splinter, let alone shove Shredder off the roof. 


In the second part of the Finale, SPOILER ALERT!

She stopped Donnie from falling probably to his death since he was gonna land on his head, when he was on his feet, he told April he needed to get back up there. She told him she couldnt levitate him. Which makes me think she has limitation to these powers of hers.

Shes not an all magical goddess who can save people just whenever. She’s also still young, the death of splinter shocked her, she tried to save him by warning him, but sadly that wasnt enough. I mean look at these faces!

 These two were witnesses to this

Now of course she’s not gonna think “Oh let me use my unlimited use of powers to levitate this heavy pound rat to saftey” Plus even if she did, she wouldnt of saved him from death. Look how deep those blade are?

Those blades come out of his back!! They went into his stomach and out of his back. I may not be a doctor but Im pretty sure that would kill anyone. 

Not only the stabbing, but Shredder holds Splinter high, making the blades go deeper into the body. Making the wound worse.

Then theres the fall.

That fall was in slow motion for us audience so we could grasp what was happening. But in reality, it was in a blink of an eye moment. There was nothing April nor anyone could of done. Knowing April, she would of used up so much of her powers to save Splinter. But with those wounds, and the impact a fall can have, he was already dead. That fall from a building that high would of killed him during his falling Im sure. ((Dont quote me on that))

Now lets talk about April’s sudden powers when she puts down shredder.

Right here is where I think she’s gathering all of her powers that she can, her eyes becoming murderous in the process, 

You can see it in her eyes, shes going to take this guy down, shes gonna avenge her sensei, shes gonna make him feel pain and die for what he’s done. You see that murderous look as I pointed out above.

This is probably her last bit of power she has in her before she collapses from using up so much of her powers already.

And dont forget again, the crystal weakened her. So this might be at her most powerful? Maybe. I could be wrong.

With Casey’s help she, they achieved something, at that time. They  avenged Splinter, their teacher, so they thought.

Lets talk about the wound.

Yes, Leonardo’s hand is soaked with blood. It this was on another network, this would be the gory. Im glad this show doesnt show much blood cause I wouldnt be able to stomach it. But Splinter’s top half of his robe would be covered in blood. Mikey probably would have some on him 

As the picture says, notice how Mikey is positioned, he isnt on top of Splinter like he was back in season three, hes holding his father’s hand and laying his head on it, it could be that theres so much blood he doesnt wanna get closer to it. That or, something else I cant really theorize it properly. 

What Im trying to say is, blood. LOTS of it.

Donnie and Leo would at least be sitting in the pool of blood of their fathers, meaning levitation or not, he would of died from the amount of blood. And the impact of that fall.

I do close this subject with this… APRIL IS AND WILL NEVER BE AT FAULT FOR OUR PASSING SENSEI. So whoever started this frenzy need to just really speculate before just blaming.

APRILTELLO IS DEAD SUBJECT

So is this why April is being blamed? Cause she’s apart of a ship that some dislike? If so, thats obserd! This person who started this was obviously a Capril shipper.

Because gosh forbid, one cant comfort another and not be tied into stupid romance.

Is this why Apriltello is dead? Cause he comforted her? I mean, I dont care either way, Capril is adorable and I do like them, Like all ships. I honestly dont care. What Im getting at is its pretty immature that you try and rub this in Apriltellos face claming that ship is dead.

Apriltello will never die, as long as it has shippers, it wont ever die, just like the ship Capril. That ship wont die cause it too has fans. Do I ever claim that its dead, hell no, cause that would be incredibly rude to the Capril shippers, like its rude to Apriltello shippers.

Most of dont like Caprils cause fans like the ones who are immature ruins it, well atleast that goes for me, I dont mean to speak for all. Its just….incredibly offensive is all.

Ships never die. Canon or Fanon, EVERY ship will live on. Cool it with the immatury, it makes you look like spoiler kid. 

I know im gonna get a lot of flack from this, but this needed to be said before this crap grew worse and more irritating.

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Be mature, please, I dont babysit. Also feel free to add onto this. But be respectful to one another. I dont condone with jerks.

Lydia,

I hope when you’re reading this, you’ve just come home from school and your cheeks hurt from laughing all day with our friends, and you’re wearing one of your favorite outfits, and your hair is in one of those intricate braids I always admire but I’ve never told you. I hope you’re doing the psych homework you love, and Prada is sleeping at the foot of your bed. I hope you’re listening to that one weird album you love from that band that even I didn’t know about, and your mom is cooking your favorite meal for dinner (spaghetti, no meatballs, extra mushrooms), and you’re drinking extra strong black coffee because you know you’re gonna be up all night studying. I hope you’re in your happiest state possible, and I hope you find your way back to it after all of this is said and done.

Now for the hard part. It’s 3:30 in the morning, you’re fast asleep feet away from me in my bed, but I couldn’t sleep knowing what’s coming. By the time you’re reading this, they’ve taken me. I want you to know I’m not scared. Yes, my hands are trembling like leaves in November as I’m writing this, but you know me…or maybe you don’t, but they always are. I know what’s coming for me, and I’m prepared to handle it. What I’m not prepared to handle is the thought of you worrying about me after I tell you all of this. I’m not scared, Lydia, so please don’t be scared for me.

My name is Stiles Stilinski. I live with my dad, the Sheriff of Beacon Hills. I’m a senior at Beacon Hills High School, I play lacrosse (or try to), I love Star Wars, I have a piece of shit blue Jeep that is literally held together by duct tape, and I know you like the back of my damn hand, Lydia Martin.

We have a pack. You, me, and all of the idiots I’m going to tell you about. We’ve literally been to hell and back with them. I’m praying to any God that this will help you remember what our lives really are. This group of people is our home, Lydia. Find them. Stick with them. Never let them go.

My best friend is Scott McCall. I don’t know what my evaporation has done to you two, but he’s one of your best friends as well. He is such a hero it hurts him, but he’s a better person than I could ever even attempt to be. He loves his friends, us, more than anything on this planet, and he’ll protect us unwaveringly, even if that surrenders his own safety. Sophomore year, he was bitten by a werewolf, and it flipped our world upside down. You’re part of that world.

Malia Tate. You taught her how to drive (god help her). She’s a werecoyote. She’s my…friend? Fellow pack member? Not important, what is important is that you find her. She is fiercely loyal and brave, and one of the most selfless people I know. Our pack needs her, and so do you.

Mason, Liam, and Hayden. The new creatures. They’re small, like, Scrappy Doo small, so even your short self might have to look down to find them. But when you do, you’ll be grateful, because even if they are annoying toddlers sometimes, they have been amazing additions to our pack. At the end of the day, they just needed a home like the rest of us, and they fit right in.

And then there’s you, Lydia. You’re a banshee. Your powers have kept us alive time after time, life threatening situation after life threatening situation. Maybe you know that, maybe you don’t, and maybe you’ve already thrown this letter away thinking I’m a lunatic, but somehow I know you haven’t. Because whether you remember me or not, not even something as horrific as this could erase a piece of you from my mind. Nothing could take away what I feel and know about you.

I know that you are strong beyond limits and intelligent beyond compare.I know you’ve built up walls so tall around you that you can no longer see the top of them. I know you’ve been chipping away at them for the past two years, and have so graciously let me peek in. I know that you still have a scar from where Prada bit you on your ankle. I know your favorite movie is Clueless, but you tell people it’s Moulin Rouge. I know that you’re going to win a Fields Medal someday. I know that you possess everything you need to live the life you dream of.

I feel like we didn’t get enough time. I feel like I was taken in the middle of the climax of our story. I feel that you are going to be upset after reading this. I feel like you’re going to cry, and even though you look beautiful while doing it, my heart aches picturing that. I feel a physical hole in my chest imagining myself without you. I feel that I was never meant to live without you by my side, helping me figure things out. Most of all, I feel like you’ll remember. You told me you would, and I feel like I have to believe you. You’ve never given me a reason not to.

Remember, Lydia? Remember the semi formal? Remember that giant gift I brought to your birthday party? Remember using toilet paper as tissue in my bedroom? Remember the locker room floor? Remember me fainting after we defeated the nogitsune? Remember tangling red string around your fingers on my bed night after night as we tried to untangle our lives? Remember the Jeep?

I know this letter is a mess, which is an accurate representation of me, and I’m hoping that will help rather than hurt. I know you can do this, Lydia. If there’s anything I know, it’s that you will stop at nothing to save the people you care about, no matter the consequences. And now I know I’m one of those people, and it’s my favorite fact in the world. It’s a fact that will keep me going, wherever I’m going. Even if I never go back home, I will hold onto the fact that Lydia Martin chose to care about me, out of all people on this Earth. And that will be enough.

This isn’t a goodbye letter, Lydia. This is just a piece of the puzzle I know you’ll put together. I have faith in you, always have, always will, and that faith lets me know that this is not the end of us.

see you soon,
Stiles

Pulling Down the Sky: How Heaven’s Arena Grounds HxH

I’m going to do some necessary meta right now and it’s going to explain why I like Hunter x Hunter so much; basically, it’s able to continue after the first arc, and it’s able to do so in a cohesive and natural way. This, I believe, is almost entirely a result of how the Heaven’s Arena arc is carried out. Can I talk about this? no? cool! 

The Hunter Exam is easily the freest arc we get. There’s breathing room in how the story can be told, because the world hasn’t really been established yet. Are there flying spider eagles? Sure! Can there be a swamp that exists purely to deceive you? Hell yeah. Is it possible to have A, B, C, X, and its cousin, Y? Why not? – and that’s really the question that lives in the Hunter Exam Arc. When there’s no reason ‘why’ things should be a certain why, Togashi has the ability to ask that question as much as he likes. Why not? It’s the height of HxH’s fantasy feel, bright, whimsical, and just all around a fun place to be. 

That’s not to say that there’s no darkness or rules in the arc at all; the character’s base personalities and abilities are laid out here, as well as some basics about the world itself, especially in Trick Tower and Zevil island. What we discover through this arc, though, are mostly the roles that people play within the world rather than the “rules” of the world. The Hunter Exam arc exists within a bubble, so we don’t really get to know this world for a while. We don’t learn the ‘why’ or ‘how’ of anything; in the Hunter Exam Arc. I would argue that as we’re thrown into the story, we see the effect of this world upon our characters, whereas in the Heaven’s Arena arc, we see the cause. 

The Heaven’s Arena arc acts as a grounding arc in several ways; by ‘popping the bubble’, so to speak, and planting us in a real world setting (although the arena is still somewhat isolated, I’ll concede, compared to York New), by establishing rules (especially in regards to Nen), and by taking down Gon and Killua a notch– and this, in particular, is especially important to creating sympathetic characters. 

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cuddles-and-chocolate-cake  asked:

Hello, beautiful! I had an idea, and I felt as though you are the perfect person to tell. What if Cassian's wings are healed, but he no longer has feeling in the areas that were damaged? What do you think would happen? (We're obviously talking about what Nesta would do - let's be real here). Also, you're amazing, and I live for your writing :)

I don’t if you wanted an innocent reply because this in my mind turned to smut real fast. AND THANK YOU FOR THE NICE WORDS, DARLING!

Ok so Nesta has ice powers in my mind, which is important because this thing will turn into wingsin.

Cassian, the first time he flies after Hybern, is beyond happy; but there’s something, something that isn’t right.

He can’t feel the wind properly, can’t feel it like he used to.

There are some parts of his wings that are just numb, that he can’t feel, and he’s so scared he dives down as fast as he can before actually knowing how extended that numbness is.

The healers say that it will pass, that with time, just a couple of weeks, everything will go back to how it used to be. Cassian nods, trying to bury the shattering fear that plagues him.

What if he stops feeling his wings and he can’t fly anymore? What if all that damned healing was completely useless and he will be just an earthbound bastard forever?

He goes home to his mate, and just seeing her, it calms him, soothes him.

Cassian tells Nesta what the healer said and can’t keep the desperation from his voice, “What if I can’t feel the wind anymore?” he asks her.

He can feel her power rising just a bit, sees the frost on her fingertips and he arches and moans when her ice tipped fingertips touch his wing just under the talon “Can you feel me here?” she asks, her voice sweet.

“Yes, yes, I can feel you.” he says, moans, and her hand travels down. Cassian rolls his head back when she moves to another spot. “And here? Can you feel me here?” he nods blindly, his blood flowing to his cock at an alarming speed.

Nesta moves her hand again, going to a spot where the feeling of her is less strong, but it’s definitely there and it’s the exact part of his wings he thought he couldn’t feel.

“Oh Mother, Nesta, I really fucking love you.” he says, the joy of the knowledge that his wings aren’t, in fact, numb added with the lust and love for his mate making him go near the edge.

“Do you.” she says as she kisses his neck up and down and Cassian can feel each of her fingers as they stroke both his wings but when she bites his neck, he shatters, holding her against him, inhaling her intoxicating scent and the fact that he can smell her arousal makes him moan above her skin.

“If you can feel me,” she says, placing a kiss on his temple and passing her now warm hands through his hair “you’ll feel the wind again.”

He smiles, thanking whatever deity is responsible for the living gift that is Nesta Archeron.

“I will, sweetheart. But I’d love to feel you a little bit more.” he says, kissing her again.

hisoka will kill leorio

Up until now, Hisoka’s role in Hunter has been pretty ambiguous - Being some kind of mentor to Gon more often than not. Knowing about the limitations Gon imposed on himself in order to defeat Neferpitou , how could it not be tempting for Hisoka to push Gon over the edge - giving Gon the highest possible level of resolve, making him into the perfect opponent? I mean in the scene with illumis conversation with killua

he was thinking about who to kill to get a bonus out of it first he said if alluka doesnt die but illumi does and he’s not hated by killua thene even if gon comes back he wont get any bonus so he thought that killing alluka and making killua hate him and killing killua to get illumi to hate him might be the best choice of action so he would have no problem killing someone to get 

a person to hate him and getting himself a bonus in their fight  and inspring someone to get stronger so why wouldnt he do that to gon kill someone gon cares about in order to get gon to hate him especially since he knows about what happened Neferpitou  and killing leorio would givve gon a reason to get stronger

and leorio and gon have a close relationship which has been shown to the hunters and hisoka would know about that and have seen that 

plus  its well known that leorio punched ging in the face because he didnt want to go visit gon

 . heck there is a theory that part of the reason why hisoka is killing members of the phantom troupe in order to give chrollo a reason  to get stronger 

he is killing to get excitement and inticipation “. He is ecstatic that Chrollo could turn out to be better than he could ever imagine. This is actually very important and more complex than it first appears, for as a chronic manipulator Hisoka prides himself as a master in reading people, and as one can deduce from past events, rated the spider organization as a whole as beneath The Zodiacs (think: why didn’t he pursue anyone else in the spider after Chrollo has been disabled and instead turned his attention to the Zodiacs in the election arc?) excluding Chrollo (and maybe Machi).This view could stem from two reasons: first, as an egotist himself, he feels that the family/friendly dynamics of the Spider makes for weak individuals. Some members of the Spider are relatively weak if working solo, reliance on backup and complementary powers makes them inflexible when someone gets the drop on them (this is proven with Machi’s quick defeat along with Shalnark and Kortopi’s quick demise), and thus uninteresting as opponents for duels; second, the Spider as a whole lacks something that almost all strong people in this world have in common “want”, and the will to achieve them in “life”, although seemingly hedonistic, their core belief was still derivative of their Meteor City origin, while they expanded their ideology from being “pariahs” who only retaliate to “bandits” who take what they can from others. Their will is still reactive rather than a primary urge to “want” (they want what was taken from them, rather than what they don’t have), evidence being that they usually steal things on a whim and then get bored with them soon later, and that everyone, including the leadership, place no value on their very lives and were ready to die anytime without regret.They as a group have gotten so far on resentments of those outsider their group and massive talents of their leadership and members, but they will always be at a disadvantage when fighting someone with pure intent like a true Hunter like Ging (the first rule of being a pro Hunter is that a Hunter must “Hunt” something) or Hisoka himself (anyone who read Steel Ball Run will know this as the concept of “dark will”). Chrollo, by all intents and purposes, should fit in to the mold of this lesser tier, so it makes sense for Hisoka’s early interest in fighting him as he believed back then Chrollo is already the strongest he can be due to him having seemingly no drive to get stronger. However, after fighting and losing to Chrollo’s new and improved abilities first hand, something clicked in Hisoka’s mind. He would simply have to force a reason out of Chrollo to make him give the fight of a lifetime, by pressing his berserk button through killing his true companions. Being the father to his men he is, Chrollo will advance his abilities beyond Hisoka’s wildest dreams, with the bonus that every time one is dead the next one will advance accordingly in power due to hatred stacking.”

and learning about what got gon to make te  condiiton the death of someone he admired he would want to get gon to hate him  by killing someone gon loves and it wouldnt be killua because he sees potential in killua to give him a good fight so he would want to save killua for later to give him a good fight.

so the best option is leorio given that hisoka would know about leorio and gons relationship from the scenes in the pic above and that ging doesnt realy care about gon ( so  Idoubt he would go after ging like how he wouldnt go after illumi to get killua angry ) so leorio would be the best option to hisoka 

and leorio is currently in the lower decks and if he is attacked word will not be able to get out to the upper depths and hisoka said that he will not let his target know 

plus gon has never experienced proper loss before so its only fiting that someone who is close to him dies so he can experience loss

and leorio is the best option since he is the only one of the main characters who doesnt have an arc currently 

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nemesis729  asked:

Caroline is a vengeance demon when Klaus comes to MF. TBH, I just want her to flay Damon alive and that's how she got recruited.

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Altair’s Plan

I want to put it out there again that Altair has some goal in mind beyond just world-ending revenge. Ep 17 shows her power is far above the protagonists’ but her move is still just to stall, there must be something more.

I’m not usually a fan of villains going along with the heroes’ plan, declaring “I’m only using 3% of my power”, or just dragging out the battle in general. But I think Altair has a reason to do so.

Altair is not at all concerned about the Elimination Chamber Festival, only what will come after. She’s sure of her victory so she wants to focus on making sure it’s accepted. She’s gaming this system, she’s trying gain acceptance as an unstoppable power.

She’s fully capable of destroying the world at this point, so why wait? What does she need more power and acceptance for? 

Easy, she’s going to resurrect Setsuna. Maybe resurrect is the wrong word, she’ll create a copy of her. Recreate her.

And for that she needs more power. When she uses the holopsicon haphazardly, she and her creations get pushed out of reality. She has to gain more acceptance, and when her powers are more stable than reality, her creations will push reality out of existence.

And the Elimination Chamber Festival provides the perfect opportunity for her. Altair couldn’t have asked for a better chance to gain the acceptance and power that she needs. All thanks to Meteora.

So I guess it’s time to consider whether Meteora is really on our side or not… Everything we know about this situation we learned from her, every move made to stop Altair was directed by her. And it’s all failed, or even made Altair stronger.

Meteora is either really bad at being good, or really good at being bad. 

The Butterfly Test

(Post-Teru fight. No spoilers for anime-only watchers)


Winning seven straight rounds of virtual solitaire had been, on the whole, unrewarding. After the eighth round, Reigen had grown numb to the 8-bit victory music. After nine, he lost all interest. He closed the tab, tapped off the monitor’s power, and stared at his own blank reflection.

Reigen was bored.

“Hey, Mob, what are you up to?”

Mob startled at the address. He tapped his fingers against the desk, investigating the open, blank notebook page in front of him. “…Not much, I don’t think.”

“Hmm…”

Reigen set his chin in his palm. He glanced out the window and, finding nothing, shifted his attention to the closed office door. The violent séance guy was probably still lying in the hallway, out cold. Reigen had dragged him out by the feet, head knocking against a few chair legs along the way. It was only with some thoughtful intervention from Mob, a twitch of his finger, that the guy’s unconscious body had lifted from the ground and floated nicely out the door.

Reigen kind of wished Mob hadn’t seen him punch the guy. Something about his self-defense explanation sat uncomfortably in his chest. Or, perhaps not the explanation, but Mob’s reaction.

I wish I didn’t have these powers.

Yeah, that didn’t make Reigen feel good. He eyed Mob, who sat at his own desk, staring unfocused across the room. Something was off about Mob, something that Reigen’s “don’t suppress yourself” speech hadn’t fixed.

“Hey Mob.”

Mob startled again. “Yes, Shishou?”

“Are you feeling okay?”

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Love Knows (TMNT, Leo X Reader)

(I love soulmate aus, so of course I had to do one for my one hundred follower special. For now I’m only doing Leo but let me assure you my friends, I will most definitely write one for all four turts, especially if you all like this one and request a particular brother! Anyway, enjoy!)

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It was a curious thing, perfectly natural he was assured by all the same, he found it most curious. Everyone has one. A timer, engraved on the body like a tattoo, slowly beginning to fade in as you get closer and closer to meeting them- Until there was no more squinting, or trying to guess the faded numbers. Only a very clear timer, counting down.

Counting down until he met his soulmate.

Leonardo would be the first to admit, he was rather sceptical. After all biologically, it made sense that his soulmate was… Well, a regular turtle, right? However, there was an optimist in him, in his spiritual side.

Many people believed that your soulmate timer was dictated by a higher power, destiny, fate. Something that would understand that, really, a normal red eared slider wasn’t going to cut it. Donnie had brushed this off when confronted with the possibility, being completely scientifically minded about it, but Leo tried to remain hopeful.

Especially now there was so little time left. Barely even a day. He’d been nervous before, as the fantastical clock began to corner him, but now it was worse than ever.

On the chance that his hopes were true, that the forces behind his timer knew, what was he suppose to do? Even beyond the whole, ‘hi I’m a giant turtle’ thing, how was he supposed to prepare to meet arguably the most important person in the whole world?

The question haunted him as he drifted to sleep.

-

The following day Leo was all nerves, and that was fairly understandable. His family could see this clearly.

“ Just breath dude, ” Mikey assured him, giving his brother a pat on the shell, flashing a supportive smile.

“ I can’t, what if she doesn’t like me? ” Leo assured, fumbling, unusual for the characteristically level headed leader but today of all days, he was willing to let himself break down in front of his brothers.

Getting up from the couch, sauntering over to comfort his big brother, Raph grunted. “ She’s yer soulmate, she’s gonna think yer great even when we all know yer a pain in the ass, ” The red clad turtle assured him, affectionately punching his shoulder.

“ I still think it’s highly unlikely that- ” Before Donnie could get much further, Raph cut him off.

“ Shut it, brain box, some of us wanna believe we at least got a chance, ” The hot head scolded, glancing down at his own timer, only a few weeks left on it. Perhaps the reason he was being so vocally supportive was his own insecurities. Usually he’d leave the comforting to Mikey.

Leo could only sigh, this was all beginning to get a little too much for him. “ I’m going for a walk, ” He told his brothers, hoisting himself out of his seat and exiting the Lair.

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His walk took him no where glamorous but it was quite the story. It had all started when someone had darted past him, nearly throwing off his balance. In a city like New York, not so weird.

What made it weird was that he was on a rooftop and someone had just run past a giant turtle without a care in the world, hopping over to the next rooftop. Leo quickly understood why, as the small army of Foot perusing them were closing in quickly.

While fighting thing was the last thing Leo wanted to get caught up in, after all his timer was nearly up, he had to be ready- He seemed to have little choice as he was descended upon.

Of course, it was not a fair fight- For the Foot. Leo quickly had them, done and dusted, on their asses. His katanas made swift work of them and what his swords couldn’t do, his powerful muscles honed and harden over years of training could. He barely broke a sweat. But he didn’t remember much about that fight. There was nothing significant about it and the night was dominated by another memory.

Turning, he found the figure that had previously bolted past him. They stood there, studying him, hidden in a flowing black cloak. Judging by the defeated Foot lain by them and the weapons held loosely in their palms, they’d returned to help him at some point.

After a moment of silence, Leo spoke up, deciding to break the silence. “ Aren’t… Aren’t you going to say something? ” He asked, causing the stranger to cock their head to the side in question. “ I mean, I’m… Sort of a massive freak. You should be… Bothered by that, ” He responded. What was going on with this person and their lack of reaction?

Then after another shorter silence, he heard it and he melted. Laughter, melodic, like a tiny bell. By far the happiest sound he had ever heard in his life, as the stranger before him holstered their weapons and raised their hands to their hood- Removing it with one swift tug.

And before him stood a girl. As beautiful as she was mutated. “ Well, I guess I’m sort of a massive freak too. I’m Y/N, you? ”

“ I’m Leo, ” He responded, holding out a hand for her to shake. She accepted, placing his smaller one in his and as they shook, Leo couldn’t help but notice the empty timer on her wrist- Empty just like his.

He smiled.

He never wanted his son to see him like this, a sea-monster of a man, his face disfigured by barnacles, seaweed streaming down his shoulders. Yet even if Henry is startled by his appearance, he doesn’t betray it. Not a trace of fear or disgust is to be found in his eyes; only unyielding determination that brings back a faded memory of Elizabeth standing on the railing of the Black Pearl. Elizabeth. He imagines her pacing nervously up and down the hall, wringing her hands in exasperation, and the image fills him with hopeless fury. He is not mad at Henry – God knows he couldn’t bring himself to be – but just angry in general: at the curse that binds him to this damned ship; at himself for wishing his son would never leave even if it meant condemning him to this sorry semblance of a life for the rest of eternity. No. Whatever Henry is here for, Will will put an end to it; he must.

‘Don’t you see I’m cursed to this ship?’.  

‘That’s why I’m here,’ Henry replies adamantly, and hurriedly presses on before Will has a chance to raise more objections: ‘I think I know a way to break your curse. To free you from the Dutchman.’

 ‘Henry,’ he says, his voice barely above a whisper. He’s heard it before: a map no man can read, a Trident that holds all the curses of the sea. He has no idea how Henry found out and a part of him wants to ask, out of sheer curiosity, but that’s hardly relevant now; he only has a couple of minutes before the Dutchman submerges again – the passage of time is something he has become minutely attuned to, inescapably aware of – and as much as he is yearning for an ordinary conversation with his son, the circumstances aren’t exactly favourable: Henry is standing in front of him with a sack of stones tied around his ankle, for God’s sake, having taken it into his head to save him – as if he wasn’t beyond salvation – and over Will’s his dead body (the irony is not lost on him) will he allow his son to put his life in danger ever again because of some nonsensical myth.  ‘No.’

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Hermit, pt. 3 (Credence x Reader)

(part one) (part two)

In which: Credence recovers and reveals a few secrets to the Reader. Awkward attempts at affection ensue.

Warnings: implied minor flashbacks, allusions to abuse, but nothing explicit

Word count: 1.278


It certainly did come off as a surprise to you, but you enjoyed taking care of Credence. Even though the cold wasn’t anything dangerous, it seemed to mix together with weariness way beyond his age, leaving him too weak to protest against your care. He tried, at first, but you wouldn’t have any of it. You stayed adamant about his need to rest and so the following days were filled with bleak smiles, reading out loud and the dog growing more and more spoiled (as you didn’t have the heart to forbid it from climbing on the bed anymore – it was warm and sometimes the only thing your unlikely guest could do was absentmindedly ruffling its fur for hours). Credence’s fever went down quickly with the help of your potions, yet he still could barely get to the bathroom and back. You did hope it was at least partially because he simply enjoyed being cared for, but you also had a feeling you weren’t dealing with that type of a person.

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Taehyung Scenario: Special Things To Come.

Request: I actually wanted a scenario where she was scared of giving birth even though he tell her he will be there but just feel not ready for what life would bring 

Genre: Fluff / Family


The birth of your baby was scheduled to be in just twenty four hours and you were literally a big ball of nerves.

Stroking your belly you tried to calm down, keeping calm was important at this point because being your pregnancy at its final stage it could mean anything could trigger it. You have even read of women that sneezed to then have their water broken, and you couldn’t let that happen, for the sake of your baby and your family you had to be calm and not cause something that would set forward the birth time and just keep with the plan.

Breathing in slowly you tried to focus on the TV, Cupcake Wars was always fun, but it didn’t seem to ease your nerves one bit. Taehyung was out at the moment, the manager had called to tell him about a last minute meeting to which he had to attend, Taehyung was a bit apprehensive on leaving you, maybe sensing how his presence could calm you a bit and then leaving would make everything more difficult. But at the end he had to go, he had to be in the meeting without fail for the good of his team. Taehyung apologized, promising that it wouldn’t take that much time and that he would come back as soon as he possibly could.

It had been nearly four hours since that, you constantly looked at the time and at the multiple texts Taehyung had sent, asking how you were doing, telling you that he would be back soon. The last one said he was on his way home.

Letting out a sigh of relief you closed your eyes, maybe a little nap would help you kill time until he arrived, his smile had always had something, a power if you will, that made you breathe better. You needed that right now. 

Multiple thoughts run across your mind without you being able to stop them. What if something went wrong? Would the baby be healthy? How could you make it better? Would you be a good mother? Beyond plain nervousness you understood that what you felt was fear. Giving birth was a scary thing, not because you didn’t want to start a family with Taehyung but because you knew everything would change drastically, suddenly this new life would depend on you, and what if you weren’t enough?

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