who are you mystery woman

What Happens In Vegas: Part 15

A Bucky x Reader / AU drabble series

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A/N: SO sorry this took so long. I was procrastinating big time and also life got in my way. There’s only one part left after this and an epilogue, so I really hope you guys like it. Let me know what you think! ♥

Word Count: 2,184
(I know this is not a drab, and this is the longest part to date :O)

- language.

Tags: (at the end)

*gif is not mine.

Bucky was sleeping peacefully beside you the next morning, after spending hours the night before trying to get him to fall asleep. His nerves were getting the best of him, and rightfully so. You’d spent most of the night coming up with a court summons for Peggy, so that you could finally find out whom Charlotte’s true father was. You pushed his hair off of his forehead and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. The love you had for him swelled in your chest and, in that moment, you vowed to find the truth for him, to give him inner peace. Even though this was his own personal struggle, it would bring peace to you and your relationship with him as well. Maybe, just maybe, it would also mend his and Steve’s lifelong friendship.

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Who is this mystery woman you speak of Gladio?

Gladio: So yeah, no wedding just yet.

Prompto: No wedding ever.

Noctis: Go figure.

Gladio: Hey, don’t hate me.

Prompto: “Hate the game”. Yeah, yeah.

Ignis: So we can’t expect a formal introduction for some while, then.

Gladio: Yeah. At least not ‘til all of this is over. Can’t in good conscience leave a girl to worry while I rush headlong into danger.

Noctis: Right.

Prompto: Gee, you oughta teach a master class in romance.

Ignis: Or…acting.

Gladio: No acting here. I keep it real with the ladies.

Tether: Arrow 5x16 Review (Checkmate)

I had two wishes for tonight’s episode.  First, that Oliver and Snoozan break up because, as you all know, I’m super done with her.  Second, that Prometheus not suck because, as you all know, I’ve been super unimpressed so far. @fanmommer​ can confirm these wishes.

Alright, so I didn’t get wish #1 (just a matter of time kids), but Oliver delivered fantastic Snoozan shade,  so I am satisfied. Wish #2 came true however.  The Big Bad does not suck. He’s awesome. 

That and a subtle, but meaningful Olicity scene means I am one happy camper.

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anonymous asked:




ok these two are gonna be canon after op ends,also they are already practically a married couple

they are wearing MATCHING SHIRTS

always sitting close to each other taking care of their many children

they are the mom and dad of the strawhats,even Oda has confirmed it.

Franky has always showed his interest in Robin,since he first met her.Also he fought for her life and tried to make her understand that she is important without even knowing her

also remember how he lost his shit when he saw her wings back in thriller bark (i believe) he was totally amazed

And Robin hasn’t actually been that shy around him too…

I think Franky was really attracted to how bold Robin is,a mysterious woman who isn’t afraid to fight you is what this kind hearted pervert totally needs.Plus he is such a softie inside,I think a woman like Robin who is very kind but also strong is perfect for a balanced relationship.

I think their dynamic works great and they are the perfect duo.Their personalities complete each other and match so well.(Robin is the strict parent but would also pamper you,read you stories and give you life advice,Franky is the super dad who always plays with the kids and does cool stuff for them and would kick your ass if you ever hurt them)I really hope they become canon in the future,Oda has already been giving enough hints that it will happen..LOOK AT THEM.HOW CAN THEY NOT HAVE SOMETHING GOING ON BETWEEN THEM.FFS.BE CANON FROBIN.PLEASE.

A Soulmate to remember chap 7

A/N- Hey guys! Just wanted you to know that my request box is open and empty

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5Chapter 6

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TW: Churches? Otherwise, none

Y/N- Your name 

L/N- Last Name

Word count: 1,863

You were sitting in an extra little sitting room, and You had just finished checking up on all of your college classes, and making sure you had completed all of the homework, when your mother let out a shrill call, “Y/N- phone!”

“Make sure you don’t listen in this time,” You call back a you reached over to the still-operable landline- that your mother refuses to get rid of -with your free hand. I pick it up and press the button, “Hello, Y/N L/N speaking.”


You immediately stop typing on your laptop and set it aside on the couch, “Jason! How are you, I saw a little bit of the situation on the TV - are you okay?”

He seemed taken aback for a moment, but cleared his throat and said, “Yeah, Yeah, a little bruised up, but I’m fine.”

You let out the breath, “Good, good, I’m glad, I knew you could probably take care of yourself, but still.”

Jason was silent for a moment, and you didn’t know wether to break the silence or wait until he felt like talking, and before you could make your decision he spoke, “So, I, uh, found your cellphone today.”

You blinked in surprise, “Really? You did? I ah, mean Thank you, but, uh, when in the world did you find time to find it?”

Jason was smirking, you could tell by his tone, “Oh, just found a little time, no big deal. When can I get it too you, I figured you need it.”

You nodded, “yeah, say I’ve got work in the morning, would you like to come with me to-“

The phone started ringing and You muttered under your breath when you noticed it was your boss, ‘hey it’s my boss, I should really take this… could I put you on hold real quick?”


“Thanks I’l make it quick, I promise.”

You quickly put Jason on hold before accepting the call from your boss, Steph who is quick to ask, “Oh, my gosh I saw on the news about your Uncle’s party- are you okay?”

You laughed, “Yeah Steph, I’m fine, just surprised you haven’t asked yet.”

Steph squealed, “Oh- M-Gee, about Jason Wayne meeting his soul mate, I was gonna, do you know who the mystery woman is?”

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  • Blake: Who the fuck are you?
  • Mysterious Woman: I'm you from the future.
  • Blake: Oh... How's that looking?
  • Future Blake: Not gonna lie, you're fucked.
  • Blake: Aww, come on! Do I least get my girlfriend back!?
  • Future Blake: Yes, but she's missing another arm, a leg, and has an eye patch but isn't missing an eye.
  • Blake: Then why wear the eye patch?
  • Future Blake: Jokes. Oh so many jokes.
  • Blake: Aww, fuck! I'm doomed!
  • Future Blake: Perhaps there's still time to fix things!
  • Yang: Hey Blake! I found an eye patch, and I think I'm gonna start wearing it!
  • Both Blakes: Son of a bitch!

Request:Can I request a fic where dark-skinned  Reader and Tony are together and fight for their relationship despite an abundance of outside negativity? Rumors are flying around like she’s only with him for his money, or that she’s a prostitute, or that he’s only with her to try to seem politically correct, or that he’s slumming, etc. Maybe an Avenger or two (doesn’t matter which) think they are helping by suggesting that Reader and Tony break up? The other Avengers are supportive though?  @smile-it-wont-suck-forever

You were sat watching one of the many shows that got their ratings by gossiping about celebrities. You didn’t usually watch these shows, but you heard your boyfriend’s name  in passing as you were flipping the channels and curiosity got the better of you. He wasn’t usually featured on these channels anymore; it was usually just the news channels fussing over Iron Man.

“It has been a while since Mr. Stark made it onto our radar, but it seems he took a break from saving the day to be with a mystery woman over the weekend. The couple was seen leaving a restaurant in Manhattan, sharing a little PDA,” the woman spoke, you rolled your eyes. You’d thought you saw a camera flash while you were out. It was only a matter of time before the  media caught wind of you two. You lasted a while though, almost a year without anyone being the wiser.

“Who is this mystery woman you ask? Your guess is as good as ours, but don’t expect to see her for too much longer, we know Tony Stark’s game, there’ll be a new one next weekend. In other news-” the T.V. suddenly turned off. You looked around to figure out why and found Tony.

“I never changed out women weekly… that would have been too long a turn around,” he complained. You rolled your eyes.

“I told you going out to Manhattan was a bad idea.” you chastised, crossing your arm in front of your chest. He smirked and came over to where you were sitting and sat on your lap. You fought to keep a straight face while he sat there.

“I wanted to take you to dinner, is that so bad? Is it so horrible of me to want to spoil the woman I love? Tell me is it?” he asked playfully moving closer and closer to your face as he spoke. His playful smile pulled your own smile out of you. You pushed his face back with a laugh.

“I guess not, now get off of me, fool.” you pushed at him. He got up but not before kissing you.

“I’ll talk to someone about it, yeah? Let them know you’re not just my Saturday night… occasionally you get Sundays.”

You threw a pillow at him, which he easily caught and tossed back on the sofa. His smile faltered for a moment and he gave you a concerned look, “You do know that the vast majority of those journalists are idiots right? I want you every day.”

“You better,” you grinned.

“Great, rom-com moment over, come on  I have something to show you.”

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  • Emma Swan, season 1: I made a wish not to be alone on my birthday...
  • Regina Mills, season 6: *makes a wish to be taken to the same place as Emma Swan who is celebrating her birthday (alone) in the wish realm*
Pretty Tears And Dead Soldiers III

Author: AvengeSuperWhoLock

Word Count: 1930

Pairing: BuckyxSister!Reader (incest)

Summary: Bucky is finally out of Hydra’s grasp and back in his old mind. There’s one problem - you’re the only person he still doesn’t remember.

Part 1/ Part 2 / Part 4 / Part 5

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You have a wife

Characters - Morgan x Reader, Penelope, Aaron, David, Emily, JJ and Spencer

Word count -549

Summary -  The reader visit Derek after working away in her home country (Scotland).

A/N - For this one shot I used my country as it would be better than trying to make it from all countries. Hope you still enjoy it! 


After nearly a full do of travelling due to time difference, you had made it. You were going to see you husband for the first time in 6 months. Having to work away at your home country, Scotland, meant that you couldn’t see him. it was hard with the time difference but you made it work. You couldn’t wait to see him.
You entered his work building, walking to reception with your small bag.
‘Hi, is Derek Morgan still on level nine?’ you asked politely.
‘Yeah, would you like me to call him and tell him you are hear?’ the kind lady asked.
‘No thank you.’ You returned with a bug smile, heading for the lifts. As you reached the ninth floor you stepped out and was greeted by the busy sound of everyone working on a different case and running around. You walked through the crowd heading for Derek’s desk. He wasn’t there, probably in the conference room. You decided you would sit at his desk and wait for him to return.

As Derek and the group walked out, Penelope spoke out first noticing the person at Derek’s desk.
‘Derek, honey?’ She asked gaining his attention.
‘Yeah, baby girl?’ Derek questioned.
‘Who’s that sitting at your desk?’ She asked, pointing to the woman who was sitting looking at the items on his desk.
‘What’s she doing here?’ He muttered to himself, he jogged quickly down the stairs to her. The team looked in dismay as she looked up and embraced him in a tight hug.

The team followed behind him, trying to figure out what he’s doing and who the mysterious woman was.
‘Morgan?’ Hotch questioned. You and Derek both looked up, Derek keeping you close.
‘Y/N Morgan.’ You said reaching for a hand shake, Aaron took it wearily.
‘Morgan?’ Reid asked. You looked at Derek and then realised.
‘He never told you, sorry my doing. He wanted me to be safe, so he decided not to tell anyone.’ You said looking at Derek.
‘You should tell them since I’m here.’ You said smiling.
‘Okay, well guys this is my wife Y/N.’ Derek said placing a kiss on your forehead.
‘Uhh, you have a wife?’ Emily asked in disbelief.
‘You never wear a ring.’ Garcia said as Derek brung a chain that had a golden ring on it out of his shirt.
‘Oh.’ She said. ‘Well I’m…’ she stuttered.
‘Garcia, Reid,Emily, JJ, Hotch and Rossi. Derek may not have told you much about me but trust me I know about all of you.’ You said as you turned to Derek.
‘I’m sorry but I’ve just done a day of travelling. I’m gonna go home, don’t rush I’m sure they’ll have questions for you.’ Derek nodded understanding.
‘Tha gaol agam ort.’ You told him and pressed a kiss on his cheek. The group stood there in disbelief.
‘Your Scottish!’ Reid almost shouted. He gained some strange looks.
‘Yeah? How’d you know?’ You asked him.
‘You said I love you in Scottish Gaelic.’ He said. You looked at Derek.
‘Damn, he is the boy genius.’ You told him as the team laughed you answered Reid.
‘Yeah, born and raised. Moved hear as soon as I could.’ You smiled as you entered the elevator and watching Derek get bombarded by questions.

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anonymous asked:

What would you name a mysterious woman who has moving words as tattoos all over her body and only appears when you really don't need her?

You mean besides “a trickster”? 

Don’t Look - Sehun (Angst)

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You were in a happy relationship, but when you and your best friend Sehun take a trip to the mall, that all changes.

“So…?” Your best friend’s voice rang out over the phone. You had just gone on a blind date set up by one of your mutual friends and it ended up being the boy that you had been pining over for a few months now that was sitting at the table when you arrived. “You are not going to believe this.” Sehun giggled in return, “Try me.” You felt the excitement rise in your chest, “It was him! You know that guy that I have a few classes with. He was so great!” “Wow! That is surprising. So, it went well?” You couldn’t help but smile when you thought about the events that just occurred in the last hour and a half. “It was amazing! I mean I have had quite a few conversations with him already so the awkward meeting each other phase was totally skipped. It just felt so casual and natural. He is super sweet, not to mention he looks like he could be in your profession.” Sehun let out an exaggerated sigh, “No one could possibly look better than me.” You copied his usual sarcastic tone, “Better looking than Oh Sehun, never! That would be absurd.” You heard his cute laugh over the phone before it was cut off by someone calling for him. “I have to go Y/N, the boys are getting a bit annoyed that I called you during practice. But I just had to know how everything went. Text me later, okay?” “Definitely, bye Sehun.” He ended the call just as you reached the front steps of your house. As you went inside and took off your shoes you felt so stupidly happy. It was him! You have had such a huge crush on this guy and would constantly talk about it with Sehun since you didn’t have any female friends that you were so close to. Sehun and you were like two peas in a pod. From the moment you guys met, your personalities just clicked. You just enjoyed spending time with him. If you were having a bad day you just had to talk to him and everything would be better. You also developed friendships with all the boys since they were practically family. You looked down when you felt your phone vibrate. The guy had texted you. And so began your relationship with Sung Ki.
Almost a year had passed. You and Sung Ki became super close. The relationship was going so well. Sehun and Sung Ki seemed to get along well which also made you happy. Sehun had to like the person you were with. You two were even talking about getting an apartment together since you both lived alone anyways. The skin ship in your relationship was great. You didn’t have anyone to talk about that with though since Sehun always got weirded out when you would talk about kissing or cuddling. After you and Sung Ki had spent some time finding an apartment online and finally closed on one, you decided to go look for some housewarming gifts for your new home. You called Sehun to see if he was up for a trip to the mall. Sung Ki had left for work for the day since he had graduated, and you didn’t want to go alone. “Of course, it is better than hanging out with the guys at the dorm, no offense,” he said with a softer tone, which made you assume the members were giving him some looks. Twenty minutes later Sehun was knocking on your front door and you were off.
When you arrived, you had no idea where to start. “What do you get for a new apartment?” Sehun gave you a confused look, “how would I know, I have been living in a dorm since before debut.” You laughed and put your arm through his. “Thanks for joining me, I missed our ‘us’ time.” He gave you a smile, “Me too, especially since I have to compete with lover boy.” You giggled as you both started walking. Sehun and you ended up going into most of the stores you saw, seeing if anything would spur your interest. He even roped you into trying on some clothes since he thought it would be fun to have a sort of fashion show. After trying on plenty of dresses that he had picked out for you and you making him try on some questionable outfits you both decided it was time to get food. As you were walking to the food court you just happened to glance over at the jewelry store. Inside, in front of a counter, you saw Sung Ki. You stopped dead in your tracks which caused Sehun to pause as well. “What is it, did you forget something.” You shook your head and turned to him, “That is Sung Ki, right?” You pointed to the man you saw in the jewelry store. “It looks like him, I thought he had to work.” You gave a little shriek, “Sehun, he is in a jewelry store! Do you know what this could mean? We found an apartment, what if he wants to propose.” Sehun gave a shocked look, “You really think so? What if he just wants to get you something like earrings or a watch.” You rolled your eyes, “A watch, really.” “Hey now, it is possible, it has only been a few months, that is really fast for an engagement. Besides is that what you want?” You were silent for a moment. Did you want to be engaged? Sehun had a point. “I don’t know, I really care about him. I don’t think I am ready to be engaged yet.” Before Sehun had a chance to respond he grabbed your wrist quickly. “We should go,” he started pulling you away. You were confused, “What? Why?” At that moment, you turned back to look at your boyfriend, only he wasn’t alone. There was a woman standing next to him, not a woman, but a girl about the same age as you. They were looking quite comfortable together. Then he pulled the woman closer and gave her a passionate kiss.
You felt sick. Sehun took hold of your shoulders to steady you, which was a good thing since your legs were beginning to go numb. “Is this happening?” your voice came out quietly, almost silent. But he heard you. “Yes,” the response was deep and full of sorrow. “Sehun?” He turned you around to face him. “Don’t look.” He wrapped his arms around you, and you returned the ‘hug’ when the feeling of emptiness overcame you. That didn’t last for long however, because you heard your name being called, not by Sehun, but by Sung Ki. Sehun loosened his hold on you but still stayed close as you pulled away. You turned to face Sung Ki who was accompanied by this mystery woman, they were holding hands. “I was going to tell you.” Anger began taking over the emptiness, “How long?” The coldness in your voice shocked even you. Sung Ki looked down, then up at you, “About four months.” You let out a laugh, “four months! You have been cheating on me for four months!” You felt Sehun come closer to you and grab your arm. You let him hold it, you needed some support right now. “He doesn’t want you anymore,” this time it was the woman who was clinging onto Sung Ki, “he wants me.” It took everything in your power not to strike at her. Instead you focused on speaking again, “What about the apartment?” He looked into your eyes, “you were so excited, I couldn’t just leave you like that. I was going to wait a few more weeks, try to make it seem like living together was causing issues.” At this point, Sehun stepped in and guided you behind him, “I think you should go, you have done enough damage.” Your best friend placed his arm around you and led you away. You didn’t turn back.
Sehun had driven you back to your own apartment. He had guided you to your couch where you now laid with a box of tissues at your side. Sehun had prepared something for you to eat since lunch was interrupted. He placed a bowl of ramen on your coffee table and kneeled in front of you. “I know you probably don’t want to, but you need to eat.” You looked down at him, “Sehun?” he took your hands in his, “how could I not know?” “Hey! It isn’t your fault. Do not blame yourself. You couldn’t have known.” Your eyes started to well up with tears and he moved forward to hold you. He softly stroked your head as you sobbed into his shoulder. “I’m here. I’ll always be here.” You pulled away and looked at him. He wiped the tears off your cheeks as you suddenly realized something. You cared about Sung Ki, you even told him you fell for him, but did you really? There was always someone who was going to be first in your heart no matter what, and he was holding you right now. “I know. You always have been.” You gave him a small smile, “there is the smile I love.” Love. He said it, not towards you but about you. “Sehun, when we first saw Sung Ki at the mall, why were you so against the idea of him getting an engagement ring?” He seemed to be taken aback by your question. He seemed to have been thinking about it and then he answered. “Because I hoped it wasn’t true.” You looked into his eyes which were looking straight into yours. He continued, “I didn’t want it to be true.” You needed to know the answer, “Why?” His expression became very serious and his voice was as well, “Because the only person I want you to be with is me. Because I love you, Y/N.” There it was. Your best friend who was always there for you, was always the one to make everything better, was also in love with you. And you loved him too. That is why you closed your eyes and let his parted lips meet yours. Just like he always did, Sehun made you feel better. He pulled away shocked, “Y/N?” He seemed unsure about it all, you had just been crying and now he was kissing you. “I love you too. I don’t know why it took me so long to realize it. I’m crying over a guy who I liked, but I never loved him. I couldn’t make myself completely fall for him. I never understood why, but I know now. It was because no matter how much I wanted to, I couldn’t take my heart away from you. Oh Sehun, God do I love you.” And with that he kissed you again, without pulling away this time. You were in your best friend’s arms, and everything was right in the world again.

Modern Raymond x fem!reader (Series 2 Part 6)


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England, 2017

You and Raymond walked hand in hand down the busy street towards the high rise building where you had worked for nearly three years as an assistant technician. Things went on inside that building of which you had been sworn to secrecy, including the very experiment which had sent you through time to France, 1209 AD. You knew that escaping the clutches of this company now that you were back in your present time and pregnant with a man’s child who had died in 1209, was going to be impossible. They wanted to experiment on you and the baby. Bribery may have been their way of sweetening you to comply, but you knew that the money would never get to you and you would become a lab rat for the rest of your life. The company were just waiting for your daughter to be born. 

Raymond fingered the kitchen knife in his pocket, prepared to take down whoever got in his path to see you and your baby safe in 1209. 

You had yet another meeting with senior bosses to talk about your pay out, which you ultimately knew you would never get. They would resort to kidnapping you if necessary to run their tests. 

You made your presence known in the reception area downstairs which was brightly lit and had a young, dark haired woman, with plenty of cleavage on show sitting behind the desk. “Can I help you?” she asked, looking you up and down, mentally judging you. You had always hated this woman; sometimes you would see her in the staff canteen upstairs and she would roll her eyes if you tried to be polite. 

Using his stealth, Raymond rushed behind the desk, grabbing the woman around the mouth, and dragged her into a small stockroom which was just behind the desk. The woman hadn’t seemed to have noticed the unauthorised entry of the mysterious man who had accompanied you. 

Raymond tied the woman up using her tights, gritting his teeth in anger as she tried to resist. You darted into the room to help Raymond, holding your hand to her mouth so he could finish the job and make sure she was restrained. 

Next step would be security, having to get through an airport style operation that you had been required to be subject to whenever you entered the building. Usually there were only ever two men at a time at the main checking room, one of them scanning bags and clothing and the other completing body searches. Sometimes there was an armed guard just behind the door, and today was lucky for you. As you made your way into the large room, using the stolen ID pass from the receptionist, where all the scanners and equipment were for detecting weapons or explosives, there was an armed guard sat down reading a magazine, not taking much notice to who was passing by. 

You walked in, faking a smile and nodding your head politely. Obviously you and Raymond had not, as of yet, been detected in the building. 

Raymond moved from behind you, punching the security officer square in the jaw and then nose, knocking him to the ground in a pool of blood from a broken nose. He pulled the gun from the guard’s utility belt and aimed it at the other two men who were standing by the scanning machines. 

You knew that there was a room just to the right of the main security hall and inside it held replacement equipment, and required a pass to get in and out. “Give me your passes!” you ordered, stepping up to the men and reaching out across the belt where the trays moved. “Give me your passes and get in that room.” Raymond kept the gun aimed at the two men, one being a young, fresh faced man, reminding you of Henri, and the other looked around Raymond’s age with shoulder length, shaggy hair. 

Once the two men had complied with your orders, you raced through the winding hallways with Raymond towards the CCTV room. Surely someone would have noticed you by now and raised the alarm. But luck seemed to be on your side so far. When inside the small room which was filled from floor to ceiling with screens, you found the guard asleep who should have been conducting his duties. The man, who was surely near pension age, was snoring away, a cup of cold coffee next to his arm on the desk. 

Raymond dragged him off the chair, watching as he opened his eyes, terrified and confused. You pulled a piece of cord out of your pocket and began tying the man’s hands behind his back whilst Raymond attempted to quieten his protests. 

By the time you had both made it down towards the main, central hub where the machine was held, all the people you had come into contact with had been restrained or locked into rooms of which they had no way out. Surely, however, there was back up and you would both be noticed, acquired and reprimanded. 

As you were about to let yourself and Raymond into the huge lab area, where a few people in white coats were dashing back and forth, you felt him tighten his grip in your hand. He looked at you, smiling weakly and placed a gentle kiss against your lips. “Whatever happens from here, know that I love both you and our daughter,” he said, choking back tears. 

You knew that he truly believed he would not go through with you. In his eyes was the sad truth that his duty was to protect you and your unborn daughter, and if it meant him sacrificing his life and onward years with you, then he would do it to keep you both safe. 

“I’m not going through without you,” you told him. “If it means I have to stay here because this all fails, or I die trying to get through, then so be it. I’m not being parted from you again.” 

Are Dragon Age 2 and Fable 2 the Same Game?

Of course not, that would be silly.  But they are eerily alike.  Don’t believe me?

You start right off the bat with your character.  You can be a man or a woman, but no matter what, you are a human with the name of a bird.

Okay, how does this tale begin?  Well, to put it simply, no matter what you do, your sibling dies in the prologue.

But that is mere emotional background for this tale.  Your true adventure begins when you encounter a mysterious older woman, who is named in myths going back hundreds of years.  She tells you what to do, and for good or ill, you must follow her directions.

Despite your losses, you’re never alone, as you have your faithful canine companion to help you!

And off you go, to explore the world and engage in combat with lots and lots of waves of very similar enemies.

That’s just the set up.  Both games emphasize choice and you will have a lot of hard ones to make.  You won’t be making them alone, however.  You will team up with a strong angry redheaded woman, a mage whose escaped from a tower, and a selfish yet skilled and sexy pirate, all who will chime in with their opinions on your every decision.

Years go by between plot critical missions.  You grow and the world grows with you and your choices.  No matter what you do though, you can’t really avoid becoming famous.  Everyone you encounter knows your name, and for good or ill, you are a pillar of the community.  This doesn’t mean people won’t still ask you to do fetch quests or simple bounty hunt missions - it simply means you’ll probably still do them despite being rich enough to retire.

Despite all the branching, a few things are still eerily similar.  Remember that mission where a necromancer collects various dead body parts and assembles them together in order to create his one true love?

Also, there are stupid hats.

I rest my case.

anonymous asked:

Your presence leaves me smiling // touched by your effervescence // I find comfort in your words // in your laugh // but in your arms my dear // is where I'd want to be // you show the world // where it went right // your heart pure as winter snow // I'd collect all the sun rays if I could // and they wouldn't be // as bright as you. ❤ *A birthday wish from someone who is *cough* *cough* supposed to be away from Tumblr* 😉😘

My heart skips a beat

every time I think of you


And it’s not just your words

that have me under a spell

but also, 

your contagious smile

and your heart of gold.

Maybe you’re not here

but you’re still everywhere 

with me ‘cause 

you’re more than just a face

among all the others.

You’re a feeling,

a wonderful feeling indeed.

One, that never really leaves.

In my arms 

you’ll forever have a home

but it’s my heart

where you reside,

it’s my heart 

where you belong.

- To the mystery woman (*cough, *cough, who is supposed to be away from Tumblr)

You can be never really be away from my heart ‘cause you rule it and you own it.💖

Thank you so much Love 😘


{Part 6} I Can Save You // Jay Park

Originally posted by jayseattle

Pairing: Jay x Reader

Genre: Drama / Angst / Fluff

Summary: You meet with Jay and a mysterious woman. You learn the importance of decisions and choices, and having the freedom to make your own.

This scenario contains slight mentions of abuse and manipulative behaviour - talks about whorephobia and stigma.

{Part 1} {Part 2} {Part 3} {Part 4} {Part 5} {Part 6} {Part 7}

A part of Jay had already decided that you would never pick up the phone to call him. He had secretly accepted to himself that he completely scared you off to the point that he would never hear from or see you again, so upon hearing your voice on the other end of the phone; he felt an unbelievable weight get lifted from his shoulders.

“(Y/N)…I was so worried about you. I didn’t think you would call” he replied nervously as he quickly walked towards his car, letting himself in and closing the door, sinking down into the driver’s seat. He thought to himself “It’s so good to hear her voice again. Not as babydoll, but as (Y/N)”

“I didn’t think I would be calling you either, trust me” you chuckled light-heartedly, hearing Jay mimic a similar sound back through the phone. “Look, Jay…I’ve done a lot of thinking since…well, since everything happened. I just…I don’t know what to do. Part of me feels like an idiot, and the other part of me feels sorry about the way I spoke to you. And I am…sorry.”

“You have absolutely no reason to apologise to me. I came on too strong and that’s my fault. I’m part of the reason why you’re in this mess and I want to help you in any way I can.” Jay uttered almost instantly, placing his free hand on the wheel and leaning his head back on the seat. You blinked several times – completely agreeing with him but not knowing how to respond so directly. You couldn’t agree more that if Jay hadn’t of interjected the way he did, none of this would have happened – but you also couldn’t deny that if he hadn’t, you would still be in the same situation as you were previously, being none the wiser.

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anonymous asked:

If you could choose, what 5 things would you change or would love to happen in Detective Conan (not MK)?

1) That more MK characters than just Kaito could make cameo appearances, including Akako. Even if Gosho wants to keep his excuse of them not being the same universe, that’s doesn’t excuse how often Kaito has already appeared, and if it were fully fanservice for the MK fans, he’d need nods to the actual series other than Kid and Nakamori. And you could go with a parallel universe where she’s not a witch. Him refusing to acknowledge her feels like more proof he intended DC and MK to be the same world, and now he’s too embarrassed because he forgot one series has a witch as part of the ‘main’ characters. (And at least fully giving fanservice would serve one part of the fans, some people who only read DC borderline hate Kid cameos because that’s not what they want to read and Kaito in DC can’t be taken down.)

2) I love early series, but I would almost like to see how it would have all been written had Gosho used the style he does now. Just as MK used to be a gag manga, the original idea for DC is and was a pretty silly idea. Teenage detective gets in over his head and is poisoned to now look like a child, shenanigans ensue. It’s always been a mystery series, but it used to be a lot more over the top in drama and slapstick comedy in the early parts. I doubt the series would have been as successful had it not had an element of silliness to get people’s immediate interest, and a genuine mystery to keep it long-term, but it still would be something I’d like to see.

3) It will never happen, but I’d like some physics and convenience things to be called out. And this could only apply to DC, since it’s the series more focused on being in a semi-realistic world (ignoring the frequency of murders that really can only be explained with comic book time).

4) I also subscribe to a popular fic/fandom want of Ran knowing about Shinichi and not saying anything just because he’d try and make excuses again. And while I find the idea of her only showing it in not being surprised when he finally does tell her to be the most probable outcome, I’d also like her to drop a bomb about him not trusting her. (Because as a writer and analyst, I know that would hurt him deeply. He thinks he does trust her, and is only protecting her, but Shinichi is undeniably in the wrong at this point. It’s not likely to happen with how Gosho writes things, or even if he did let Ran say her feelings, it’d be covered quickly with excuses.)

5) Please no more childhood romances. I’d take away at least three of the ones that exist so far, because really, none of the police needed that plot. They’re all adults, they can all have adult relationships without the idealistic ‘fated lovers who met when they were young’ idea that’s been beaten to death. I’m at least glad they didn’t have Yumi’s boyfriend also be a friend from when they were kids. Seeing brand new relationships form between people who don’t know each other too well and slowly see the strengths and faults to where they become attracted to each other is so much more interesting than a ‘fated’ love between innocent kids that somehow lasted as if nothing changes at all when you grow up.

anonymous asked:

Hello I really love your blog ! you're such a blessing ,,, but can I ask about your opinion on konan ? and thank you for your time !

Thank you, Anon.

I like Konan. She’s unique, strong, and mysterious. You saw her and asked yourself who that beautiful angelic woman with the blue hair and the labret was, able to mimic her environmental surroundings with paper, even the Sharingan was deceived by it. 

It’s clear that in all her life, Konan never experienced freedom. Some people criticise that Konan wasn’t immune to Kishimoto’s sexism, though I can understand why her life revolved around Nagato. She had no one left except him, following every single one of his orders. When Nagato approved, Konan approved. When Nagato ordered, Konan followed. I don’t see this as a sign of subordination—but more of (blind) loyalty. Furthermore, she seemed concerned whenever Pain was in danger due to his health, indicating he meant a lot to her. She had the ability to read his emotions without him facially expressing them, presumably as a result of having known him for a long time.

Yahiko’s death impacted Konan immensely and changed her. She became an idealist, hoping to fulfil the void in her heart by achieving peace. I find this especially captivating since Akatsuki is full of pragmatics. Konan was aware Yahiko fully believed in Nagato, so she did too, as if she was trying to keep Yahiko desperately alive, which leads me to infer that she couldn’t get over his death. After Nagato’s sacrifice, Konan became fiercely adamant to protect Naruto, going so far to entrust their mission of world peace to him. In fact, her idealism was such a huge part of her identity that she prepared herself for suicidal attacks against Obito if it meant protecting her dream.

Given the fact she was consumed by the idea of achieving peace, I always had the impression that she didn’t belong to the Akatsuki. Konan was more empathic than the majority of them, appearing sad when reminded of her past and expressing a great deal of courtesy to Pain. Most Akatsuki members, on the other hand, were opportunists without any real goals. And don’t let me get started on her abilities. She was an S-rank criminal—you know, one of the people with techniques that are intended for highly experienced Kage-level shinobis—whose skills were held in high regard by her former teacher, Jiraiya. She was powerful enough to fight nearly the entirety of Aburame Ichizoku, and Obito would’ve been dead if he didn’t use Izanagi during their battle. All in all, Konan was a total badass, and I wish she would’ve enjoyed more screen time.

job woes
  • Manager: *staring pensively*
  • Host: *sits nervously with her best fake smile on*
  • Manager: *adjusts glasses* Ahem.
  • Host: Yes!
  • Manager: Just clearing my throat, dear.
  • Host: I love throats!
  • Manager: ...That's very interesting, dear.
  • Host: *internally* Why the fuck did I just say that, she's going to think I'm an idiot and I won't get the job now.
  • Host: Actually, I hate throats. Nothing worse than a fucking throat. Eep! *covers mouth*
  • Manager: ...
  • Host: *angrily storms out of department store angrily swinging her fists* What the hell is wrong with me!? Why can't I do anything right!?
  • *assorted people stare at her*
  • Host: The fuck are you looking at? Stop staring, you fucking normies. I'll beat the shit out of any of you.
  • Security: Miss, you're causing a scene. I'm going to have to ask you to leave.
  • Host: I am leaving, fake fucking cop! Pig! Don't fucking speak to me! *storms off*
  • Host: What is wrong with me? Why can't I do anything right? That was the only place that would hire me in this burning shithole of a town. *clutches stomach* Oh god I feel sick. I'm gonna be homeless. I'm gonna die on the streets. I won't have any friends to help me. How did I fuck up so bad? *spots a lady digging around in a garbage can* Eh, maybe I'm not that bad yet.
  • Lady: Doggo, my doggo, are you in there? *climbs into garbage can headfirst* Hey, doggo, I know this garbage can is pretty small and I've seen the entirety of it, but if you're somehow hiding in some obscure nook unknown to all human knowledge - as that sounds like something you might do - please come out. I miss you so much.
  • Host: What are you doing?
  • Lady: *still headfirst in the garbage can* I'm searching for my doggo.
  • Host: What the hell is a doggo?
  • Lady: What do you mean? My doggo, my precious doggo.
  • Host: Is a doggo a sort of animal?
  • Lady: Yes, he's my... my pet dog.
  • Host: Then why don't you just call it your dog instead of being all twee about it.
  • Lady: *climbs out of the garbage can* Because he's special. He's my dog and he's the only friend I ever had. Haven't I seen you before?
  • Host: I don't know. Probably. Small town. *shoves lady back into the trash can*
  • Lady: What the hell!
  • Host: *rolls pushes the trashcan down a hill and watches it roll away with the lady in it*
  • Host: That didn't make me feel better like I thought it would. I think I actually feel worse now. *walks around aimlessly* Life was a dead end for me from the start. What the fuck made think it wasn't going to end up like this. I basically have no friends, my mom hates me, I'm not even smart or talented.
  • Host: *wanders onto a basketball court*
  • Little Boy: *throwing a ball against the wall*
  • Host: *catches it and flings it across the street*
  • Little Boy: What the heck did you do that for!?
  • Host: *shrugs* Free country, kid.
  • Little Boy: Jerk! I bet nobody likes you! *runs after the ball*
  • Host: *slumps on a bench* Yeah, like I care... brat.
  • Mysterious Woman: You most certainly do care, though.
  • Host: Who the fuck are you?
  • Mysterious Woman: Just your friendly neighborhood mysterious woman, young lady.
  • Host: Whatever, fuck off, creepy bitch. *walks off*
  • Mysterious Woman: *grabs host by the collar* Hold up.
  • Host: *flails around violently* DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME!
  • Mysterious Woman: Goodness, you have quite of bit of aimless rage, don't you. No matter, you'll grow out of it, I was the same when I was your age.
  • Mysterious Woman: Calm down, I'm a government agent. My name is Baruna Pathak of USENID.
  • Mysterious Woman: *sigh* You've forced me to do this. *tazes host*
  • Host: *passes out*
  • *elsewhere*
  • Flesh Mass: *bolts from sleep*
  • Maid: *rubs eyes and wakes up from sleeping in the bed on the other side of the room* Does ma'am have a problem?
  • Flesh Mass: *staring blob of flesh sitting on the edge of her bed*
  • Blob: You've stayed in this form too long. You're becoming attached and the minds of you and the girl are becoming as one. It's time that you made a change.
  • Flesh Mass: No, I don't want to. I like this form. I don't want to change again.
  • Maid: Ma'am?
  • Flesh Mass: Shh.
  • Blob: Your nature is to change, and you will change. I will force you.
  • Flesh Mass: You won't force me to do anything, you shithead. *tosses pillow at the blob of flesh*
  • Maid: Is ma'am having a moment of mental distress? There's no one there.
  • Flesh Mass: *gets out of bed* I'm going out, don't bother me.
  • Maid: But master wouldn't like that.
  • Flesh Mass: You think I care what some furry freak thinks?
  • *elsewhere*
  • Mysterious Woman: *drags the host's unconscious body into the back of a van*