wicked trick

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Sweet princess, if through this wicked witch’s trick, a spindle should your finger prick… a ray of hope there still may be in this, the gift I give to thee. Not in death, but just in sleep, the fateful prophecy you’ll keep. And from this slumber you shall wake, when true love’s kiss, the spell shall break.

(requested by @ramblingredrose)

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“Sweet princess, if through this wicked witch’s trick, a spindle should your finger prick… A ray of hope there still may be in this, the gift I give to thee. Not in death, but just in sleep, the fateful prophecy you’ll keep. And from this slumber you shall wake, when true love’s kiss, the spell shall break.”

DON’T FREAK OUT - OPIE WINSTON

Drabble ft. Opie Winston

Originally posted by stilinski-ortiz

Camping was always a nightmare, having three kids to keep an eye on in the middle of the forest. But Opie always insisted and the kids helped him to persuade you every time, so here you were.

You sighed as you rinsed the metal mugs out from this morning’s coffee. The kids had all been down by the stream with Ope, he was supposed to be keeping an eye on them and teaching them to fish.

Glancing over at your daughter napping in the tent, you decided to play a wicked trick on Opie to teach him a lesson. You’d been pissed beyond belief when your daughter had come trotting back to the campsite, alone.

Ope hadn’t come back yet, which meant that he hadn’t even noticed that she wasn’t with him anymore. You stood up, moving over to the tent and closing it, making sure to hide your daughter from sight.

After a little while, Opie and the kids came running back to the campsite, a look of pure horror written on his face.

“What’s wrong?” You asked him, faking concern. He struggled to regain his composure for a moment before speaking.

“Don’t freak out.” He began. You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. “I can’t find (Y/D/N).” You fought the urge to laugh at his face. He was almost tearing up.

“What?!” You hissed, really milking it. You wanted to teach him a lesson for not keeping an eye on her, but you were struggling to stop yourself from bursting into fits of giggles.

“I’m sorry!” He cried, throwing his hands up as the kids began searching the surrounding trees. “I only took my eyes off her for a second!” His voice was filled with desperation and you were finding the situation less funny by the second.

He seemed genuinely angry at himself, so you decided to let him in on the joke. You stepped back to the tent where your daughter slept, unzipping it and pulling it open enough for Opie to see her napping inside.

He let out an audible sigh of relief and then frowned while you smirked at him.

“Why did you let me think I’d lost her?” He accused, causing you to raise your eyebrows and scoff at him.

“Because if you’d been watching her, she wouldn’t have wandered back here all on her own.” You retorted, folding your arms again. He flashed you an apologetic look.

“Watch the kids better in future, Ope.” You scolded, wagging a finger at him.

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* Bonus points to that gif, because it actually kinda looks like he’s saying “Don’t freak out, I lost the kid.” *

Just some headcanons

•Kenma chooses the worst characters to fight with on super smash bros but he always wins.

•Kageyama can’t ride a bike.

•Kuroo prank calls Bokuto on the first day of every month accept April fools day.

•Nishinoya wins at limbo every.time.

•Lev is kind of jealous of short people because he wants advantages of being able to fit yourself into tiny spaces.

•Yaku can arrange that.

•Bokuto is chubby-fit.

•Akaashi thinks this is adorable. He wouldn’t say it out loud though.

•When Bokuto and Kuroo are in a fight. Kenma and Akaashi team up and make an elaborate plan to get them to make up.

•Yamaguchi has broken 2 pairs of Tsukkishimas glasses so far.

•Tsukki no longer trust Yamaguchi with his glasses.

•Tanaka has an evil laugh.

•Kageyama has a “journal” ( it’s a diary ) that is covered in volleyball stickers from when he was younger. He still writes in it.

•Hinata can do wicked tricks with a jump rope.

•Yachi is into scrapbooking and will eventually have a full scrapbook collection for her time managing the Karasuno volleyball team.

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@jcnbernthals tagged me in the comfort films meme, which is a selection of movies I can sit and watch literally any time without getting bored of them. These are in no particular order because I love them all.

I’m tagging; @jk-its-just-a-hedwig, @bedabug, @ohmygil, @cryptjotopia, @stillmanlierthanyou@moonlightstrike and anyone else who wants to do it. Feel free to ignore it tho.

Every Breath You Take (Victor Zsasz x Virgin!Reader) - Part 1

Originally posted by logicalharleyquinn

Requested by anon: Victor Zsasz x shy virgin reader, but he has had his eyes on her for awhile (as in him stalking her) and finally he makes a move when she is home alone when her parents are away

Part:  2   3

Tags:@amandajuly81 @red-panda-on-the-loose @penguinsweetest @femalepenguini @ascoolasathestral @misfitgirl3390 @taintedmarker @aya-fay @cnygma

Warnings: Angst, Stalker!Zsasz, Obsessive Behaviour, Sexual Imaginations, No smut yet.

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animation meme: [5/15] movies: Sleeping Beauty (1959)

Sweet princess, if through this wicked witch’s trick, a spindle should your finger prick… a ray of hope there still may be in this, the gift I give to thee. Not in death, but just in sleep, the fateful prophecy you’ll keep. And from this slumber you shall wake, when true love’s kiss, the spell shall break.

the moon: the quintessential mother figure, a swelling stomach shaped like the moon, cradling a baby, a lamp in your eyes guiding you into her arms, darling come home she whispers

jupiter: bellowing laughter emanating from the biggest mansion in the land, inside an overweight man eating an icecream cake for breakfast, he is dressed in every colour of the rainbow, philanthropic and generous, the more of his endless money he gives to others the more jovial he becomes

mercury: androgynous twins, handsome and young, mischievous and wicked quick, playing tricks, vanishing, and lighter than air. they were there in a moment and gone in the next, but you can hear the chatter in the ether

neptune: a siren of the sea, a mermaid rising from the ocean singing her sweet song, follow me child into my extraordinary world, come dear child i will give you everything you ever wanted… and you find her among the mist, everything is not what it seems…

saturn: an old wizard holding an hourglass in a library of knowledge and books. he strokes his long beard as he considers and contemplates, he is draped in a robe of glory, his cottage resting on the tallest mountaintop

venus: the deepest spell of beauty you see reflected in the face of others

Your Fave is Problematic: Jesus Christ

- Is sex work positive

- Refuses to fight his oppressors

- Hangs out with tax collectors

- Has unchecked demigod privileged

- Evicted a bunch of demons that were minding their own business from a dude

- Culturally appropriates Judaism for his own religion based around himself

- Refuses to explain his wicked sweet magic tricks

- Wears sandals a lot

- Will come back with a sword from his mouth to smite his enemies via the Word

 YOUKAI BESTIARY

encounters of the cursed, wretched and wicked.   

name:  Kitsune 狐 (meaning fox)

location(s): no exact habitat(can be found all over Nippon)

 threat:  high/medium/low

appearance:  Kitsune take the normal appearance of an ordinary fox, both small and big. However, after a certain period of time, a kitsune with steadily grow supernatural abilities and a single tail, which visually represents how old and how wise a kitsune may be. When kitsune achieve a total of nine tails, they are at their most wise, strong and oldest age. 

nature: They are masters of illusions, trickery and shape-shifting, this skill only growing throughout their long and even eternal ages of existence. Most notable of their magic is that of fox fire, a mysterious flame that burns an equally odd colour. Kitsune differ much in behaviour, all depending on what you may encounter, be it an ordinary fox or a charmingly beautiful young woman. Many kitsune are loyal servants and messages to the sacred Shinto deity, Inari-Okami, thus some are honourable and defend sacred ground and humans. Inari’s shrine’s are easily noted by the many thousands of kitsune statues that align every inch of its structure.  

However there are also wicked ktisune whom trick, scheme and do evil upon many travelling humans and fellow youkai themselves. Various of told stories of these tricks say that a kitsune may posses a living human, turn themselves into graceful women and charm mortals. However most  take a simple delight in pranks, foolery and harmless mischief. 

the moon: the quintessential mother figure, a swelling stomach shaped like the moon, cradling a baby, a lamp in your eyes guiding you into her arms, darling come home she whispers

jupiter: bellowing laughter emanating from the biggest mansion in the land, inside an overweight man eating an icecream cake for breakfast, he is dressed in every colour of the rainbow, philanthropic and generous, the more of his endless money he gives to others the more jovial he becomes

mercury: androgynous twins, handsome and young, mischievous and wicked quick, playing tricks, vanishing, and lighter than air. they were there in a moment and gone in the next, but you can hear the chatter in the ether

neptune: a siren of the sea, a mermaid rising from the ocean singing her sweet song, follow me child into my extraordinary world, come dear child i will give you everything you ever wanted… and you find her among the mist, everything is not what it seems…

saturn: an old wizard holding an hourglass in a library of knowledge and books. he strokes his long beard as he considers and contemplates, he is draped in a robe of glory, his cottage resting on the tallest mountaintop

venus: the deepest spell of beauty you see reflected in the face of others

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“How do you know she’s not safe?” Newt asked with a glare. “They could just be doing tests on her. Why would they put any harm on her?” Teresa spoke. “No, we need to go get her now! It’s just another trick that WICKED is doing.” Thomas responded. The tension in the air was growing fast as the guards and Janson kept pushing the door with a loud thud. “Quick! Help me Newt!” Thomas said, while rushing to grab a near by stool. “On three,” Thomas spoke clearly, making Newt nod in response. “One,” he took a step forward and gripped the stool tightly. “two, three!” 

anonymous asked:

Wesley had been practicing doing a wicked trick, jumping over a concrete barrier in a mall parking lot, but his footing was totally shit and he jumped way too early, and so he fell sideways on the ground and /fuck/, his ankle was /so/ twisted. [Fortunately, there's a water faerie nearby tho] ~wesleysuggestion

Antonio heard an unfamiliar voice shout in pain. He jumped up quickly and ran to find the person.  “Excuse me?”  He asked the boy on the ground.  “Are you alright?”

Squadre Next Gen: Part Ten

I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII, VIII, IX

Abraxi applied heavy concealing makeup under her eyes. The bags were awful and her dreams were filled with scars and hazel and blue eyes and flapping wings. The nightmares were so intense that her mentality felt like it was starting to fray. But she steeled her spine and put on the matching dress that Rajni picked out for her. It was her brother’s day, and she was not going to ruin it.

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Rowan Whitethorn slid into his black jacket, buttoning the green stone buttons, running through the proceedings in his mind. He was orchestrating his son’s wedding and wanted it to be perfect for him. His fireheart and Manon were each walking their sons down the aisle.But tomorrow his children will once again leave to face the rebels. He prayed to the gods that his children would be safe, but he felt that his prayers would go unanswered.

He gripped the sides of the dresser, trying to control the frenzy in his blood. One day. That was all he needed. His children and his Fireheart happy. He would sell his soul to make that happen.

Gavriel came into the room, “Rowan.” Urgency filled his voice.

Rowan turned and looked at him, “You feel it to, don’t you?”

“Something is coming.”

“Protect her, Gavriel. Protect my daughter on this mission. No matter what happens, do whatever you must to protect my child.”

“With my life.” Gavriel nodded, “We should get down to the chapel, we can’t start the wedding without the officiator.”

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Lyria straightened Sam’s jacket. His metals glinted in the firelight. Her brother was fidgeting and the fireplace flames were spurting. She needed to fix this before his nerves took out the castle, “Sam,” she said softly.

He kept his gaze trained on the feather in his fingers. She tried again, putting a chilled finger tip on his cheek, shocking him back to her, “There is nothing to worry about. Its just the family and even Father is officiating.”

After a minute of just the crackling embers, Sam asked, “Lyria?”

“Yes?”

“Do you think I would be a good parent?’ Well she didn’t expect this question.

She mocked lightly, “Sam. Did you knock up Ciel?”

He laughed. That was a good sign, “No, Ria, I did not knock up Ciel. I was just thinking, you know? He is so great with children. I’m not. Not really. Just Sammy and Connie.”

Lyria snorted, “You will be a great father one day, Twin. I will look forward to teaching the child all the wicked little tricks I know to get around parental rules.”

The flames died down in the fire place, the regular fire returning. “Well little brother,” Lyria offered the crook of her elbow, “Let’s go get you married.”

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Asterin Blackbeak curled her blond hair, cascading it over her shoulder. The dress Manon picked out for her was spectacular. She was thrilled for her prince and her beloved Sam to get married. But she could feel it. The wind is warning them. Three separate threats. And tomorrow the next generation of fighters were heading out to stop them. She just hoped that they all came back alive.

She smiled at her daughters, “You girls ready to show these posers what you are made of?”

They grinned wickedly at her.

“That’s my witchlings.”

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Ciel stood with his chin raised while his father pinned his medals on his chest. Rajni was curing her hair, light kohl lined her eyes, making her gold eyes pop. Ciel sighed, “I manage to find the absolute best tux in this whole kingdom and my kid sister still looks hotter than me. Where is the justice?”

“Fate is catching up to you Ciel. Rajni looked at him in the mirror, over exaggerating her squinting, “Are those wrinkes under your eyes?”

His father had pinned the last metal when Ciel gasped, “Take that back, Nini.”

She laughed, “Not on your life. Soon you’ll have the 2.2 kids and will be that mother who cooks her children three square meals a day.”

Ciel rolled his eyes and grinned, “Better me than Sam. I love the male but the only thing he can cook is heated up oatmeal and even that is debateable.”

His father hugged him, and sly said, “You’re going to be a great husband and mother, Son.”

“Thanks.”

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Artemis pulled the silk green shirt over his head and shrugged the silver jacket over it. He looked good. 

“Why did Lyria give you permission to go on the mission?”

Artemis didn’t need this today, “It’s not like she had a choice, Father. So I suggest you build yourself a bridge and get over it.”

Her father huffed a line of curses while he buttoned his shirt. 

‘Looking at his mother, he said, “Nothing is going to happen to me. But you must agree with me that I can make a difference, You did.”

Her mother smiled wickedly, “Show the world just what prowls under your skin, Artemis.”

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Marion’s abilites were picking up the nervous tentions and and excitement for the wedding. But underneath it all, she could feel darkness start to fill the world from three different points. Morath, The Wastes, and Doranelle. Tomorrow she and her friends would set out to defeat this new level of threat but today, today they were going to celebrate Sam and Ciel’s wedding. There was going to be toasts and speeches and dancing.

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Aelin had it all ready. Every last piece in the curch was decorated lavishly for her son and Ciel. She had found the country’s best cellist. Sam loved cello music, claimed that he could feel the vibrations the instruments played in his soul. That it made him feel both empty and full at the same time. It was a beautiful thought.

She looked at Manon, “I’ve been waiting for this day since you gave birth to Ciel.”

Manon grinned back, “Same.”

Tomorrow the war went on, but for today and tonight, light and celebration would reign over the darkness.

“Let’s get the show started then shall we?”