wooden dress

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“It’s not a raunchy book!”

So so so!!!

My Antigone Funn wig arrived today and my gosh did I have funn! I’ve sewn some more wefts into it to make it thicker and more unruly and I love it!!
I have so many photos but I thought I would shorten it to 4 photos for now!

Got everything to make her dress too! So exciting!

Can I act miserable all day at comic con? Check back in May to find out!

anonymous asked:

Can you do a drabble for Jily with number 23 or 29 I can't pick? Thank you!

“at it like bunnies”

#23: “The skirt is supposed to be short.”

modern muggle au <3

“The skirt is supposed to be this short.” Lily says, indignant.

Marlene just sniggers. “I didn’t say anything.”

“Your eyebrows did.” Lily inspects herself in the mirror one more time and then turns to face her friend and housemate.

“You look great, can we go now?” Marlene asks, finishing off the bottle of wine in her hand in one take.

“Is she ready?” Mary pops her head around the door, looking hopeful. Lily frowns at both of them. “Aw, don’t be like that Lils, you’ve been an hour.”

“We’re prinking!”

“No, you’re primping.” Marlene just manages to dodge the cushion Lily throws at her.

“Fine then, let’s go.” Lily grabs her bag and pulls Marlene up from the bed.

“She’s ready!” Mary yells as they head downstairs, and the responding cheer from the kitchen makes Lily frown again.

Marlene slings a comforting arm around her shoulder. “We love you really.”

If this was a normal night, Lily would have been ready a long time ago. As it stands though, it’s a fancy dress night and she has a plan. So she accepts the teasing from her friends as they do one last shot and then leave, heading towards the pub, because she knows it will all be worth it.

Except it’s not, not immediately anyway. The first pub, their usual, is packed full of other uni students in fancy dress, all in varying degrees of effort. A pack of boys have stretched their student budget to buy banana outfits whilst, next to them, two girls are wearing black dresses with wooden placards around their next, informing Lily they’ve been arrested for public disturbance. Tegan scowls when she sees them, because she too has opted for the jailbird look but, unlike them, has gone full out.

Mary, barely a ladybug with a red dress and some wings, orders the first round. It helps Lily ignore the fact that the reason she’s wearing her ridiculous get up isn’t in the pub. It does not help her ignore the two leering freshers, Thing 1 and Thing 2, who are clearly making bets about which one of them can get her number. Leering was to be expected though and, like the teasing, Lily takes it because it will be worth it, no one’s got the guts up yet to actually approach her and because in an outfit like hers, she can’t say she wouldn’t stare either.

It had been Marlene’s idea, and Lily had agreed both because she was desperate and because she’d known she’d look good. And she does. The skirt, as short as humanely possible without showing her arse, and the heels, too high for her own good, make her legs look endless. It’s a look that could kill.

It’s also a look, apparently, which boosts her alcohol tolerance and self assurance. So, by the time they reach a club, despite the several rounds of shots and jaeger bombs, she manages to get passed the bouncers without stumbling once. They dance for what feels like hours, Lily spinning with Mary and Tegan and almost breaking her ankle when she drops to the floor during Low with Gemma. Marlene vanishes and returns with a boy, yelling to the girls that he’s got a party at his house.

They go and Lily has almost forgotten why she is wearing what she’s wearing. Then she steps into the boy’s living room and she remembers.

He’s dancing on the other side of the room, with Sirius, of course, and he looks beautiful. Maybe it’s the disco lighting. Maybe it’s the leather jacket he’s wearing. Maybe it’s the fact that she’s in love with him. Whatever it is, he’s never looked fitter and Lily almost runs out of the room before he can get a chance to see her.

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Wooden Dress
German model Veronique Kessler wears a dress made entirely of wood mosaic squares, created by Italian fashion designer Domenico Albion, Florence, Italy 1968.

A China Rose: Chapter 7

Originally posted by norman-reedus

Summary: Y/N was once an employee at Prince Adams castle along with being his childhood friend but she doesn’t remember. Caught up in the curse, she ends up in Villeneuve where she stands out. But circumstances arrive and she somehow returns to the place she once called home, and a beast she once thought a friend.
A multi-chapter fanfiction. MASTERLIST

Author’s Notes: So this is the next chapter. It’s here. We meet more of the staff in this one. Plus many people have had questions about the curse and the readers memory. This chapter hopefully answers some of these questions. As always, tags, questions and requests are OPEN! Hope you enjoy!

Oh and just in case Y/F/N is your father’s name! Exciting times guys.

Chapter 7: A New Home
Lumière and Cogsworth had led you through several long passageways before you came through into a decorated hallway. Portraits and mirrors hung on the walls all with golden frames. Ornate marble and wooden tables dressed with vases and other knickknacks stood to the side. You barely had time to take it in when Lumière asks you to open the door to your left. You were still enthralled by all the decorations that you walked past the door and you only stopped walking when Lumière jumped down from your hand. You yelped as you thought you’d dropped him but when you located him walking back down the corridor you felt yourself go red with embarrassment. You walked briskly up to the doors and pushed them open, but whilst the Lumière and Cogsworth walked forwards into the room you stood in the doorway with your mouth slightly agape.
You had never seen such a beautiful room. It managed to outshine even the exquisite hallway from when you first discovered the castle. The room was large. That was the first thing you noticed, and the bed alone was easily the same size as half your bedroom back in Villeneuve. The bed in question had satin sheets that shimmered under the crystal chandelier that hung from the painted ceiling. Several cherubs were staring down at you as you slowly walked into the room. Like the rest of the castle you’d seen, there were gold accents everywhere, and there were even spirals of gold simply hanging from the ceiling. There was a mahogany vanity table to the right of the bed with a deep red coloured velvet chair tucked neatly underneath it. On the left hand side you saw several large windows each with their own teal set of curtains, paired with a golden bar. As you walked in further, you saw that next to the door (in a groove in the wall) was a large armoire that was sky blue with gold detailing. A couple of metres away from that in another grove was a petite writing desk, with crisp paper and tiny stool. You continued to turn in a circle trying to take all of it in when you heard Lumière say,
“It is modest I know but…” You cut him off.
“Modest?! This is the most exquisite thing I have ever seen!”
“Then you haven’t seen a lot.” Cogsworth mumbled under his breath and luckily you didn’t hear him.
“It’s beautiful.” You sighed as you stared around.
“But of course!” Lumière exclaimed. “You are our guest. Nothing but the best.” He dramatically gestures before crashing down, somehow gracefully, on the bed only to be engulfed by a cloud of dust. He spluttered at all of the dust that now was in the air waving his hands in the air to disperse it all. “We were not expecting guests.” He said rather solemnly as he looks at you hoping that it would be an apology. You smiled in response and laughed every time he took a step as with each one a new grey cloud was formed. As if detecting dust, a white feather duster flew past your head at a rather fast speed. It quickly moved from surface to surface dusting each one slightly.
“Don’t worry miss, I’ll have this room spotless in no time.” It said in a very distinguishable female voice. It giggled and swooped down from the ceiling onto the bed next to Lumière, the peacock face somehow showing and expression of joy.
“This plan of yours is dangerous.” She whispered to him. Lumière wiggled his eyebrows and replied with,
“I would risk anything to kiss you again, my dear Plumette.”
These romantic comments were exchanged back and forth with the climax of them being, “How can I be strong when you make me so weak.”
You were certain that these sweet but sickly gestures would have gone on for longer if Cogsworth didn’t cough extremely loudly to remind the lovers that there were other people in the room. They pull apart from one another, sheepish looks on their faces. Plumette, who you presumed was the name of the feather duster, flew up into the air and began to thoroughly clean everywhere that could physically gather dust. You’d now seen three objects that were seemingly living. You walked over to the dressing table and looked back at Lumière and asked “Is everything here alive?” He didn’t answer as he was still following Plumette with his eyes. With no answer you picked up the hairbrush that sat atop the vanity.
“Hello?” You asked, “What’s your name?” You heard a snigger from behind you and turned to see Lumière covering his mouth with his hand and Cogsworth pointing to the brush with a small stick.
“That is a hairbrush.” Cogsworth stated clearly; as if it were obvious. You put the hairbrush back down on the vanity table fairly quickly, slightly embarrassed at your quick assumption. Before you could question them on what the rules were to make one object move and one remain stationary, you heard a voice from behind you coming from the doors.
“What’s going on? I heard that there was a guest.”
You turned to see a paintbrush walking in on its bushy end and a painted face at the top of the handle. It stopped abruptly before it reached the middle of the room, its gaze fixed on your face with its mouth wide open.
“Ah, Y/F/N, we do indeed.” Lumière answered. He gestured to you dramatically, “This is….. Um mademoiselle,” he looked up at you, “Pardon me, I never asked you your name.” He said sheepishly, clearly embarrassed by his carelessness.
“It’s fine Lumière.” You replied smiling down at him as he was the one who made you feel welcomed in a place that was anything but welcoming. “You can all call me Y/N.”
All the living objects in the room turned to face you, a state of shock clearly etched upon their face. You were puzzled as to why they did it.
“What?” You questioned. After a few brief silent moments it was the paintbrush, Y/F/N, who answered your question.
“Oh nothing. It’s just a very beautiful name.”
“Thank you.” You replied, “I like your name too. Reminds me of my father.”
“How so?” the paintbrush questioned as it slowly approached you, its stare not leaving your face.
“Well,” you began, “It is my father’s name as well.” The paintbrush looks at you, expecting you to continue. “He was an artist.”
“Was?” He looked at you.
“Yes. He’s been missing for several years. Almost nine I believe. He went to paint a picture for some rich family and never came back.” You had to pause to ensure that you didn’t cry. “People don’t remember him and tell me that he’s dead, never existed. But I know that isn’t true. I can feel it. Sometimes though, I forget things, small things, and they never come back. I don’t even remember the sound of his voice” You breathed in, tears starting to fill your eyes.
"I’m so sorry.” He said, voice breaking.
“Don’t be. It’s not your fault.” You replied, wiping at your eyes, hoping to end the conversation there.
He whispered back “If only that was true.” but it was drowned out by a loud snore, so you didn’t hear his reply. You jumped at the noise.
“What was that?” You asked any one of the objects in the room. The snore was once again heard and this time you managed to pin point exactly where the noise was coming from. The blue and gold armoire was the cause of the snores. The top cupboard opened and closed slightly as each snore passed. Five. Five was now the total of living objects you had encountered. Lumière clearly saw your shock and offered you some comforting words.
“Do not be alarmed, mademoiselle Y/N,” he said calmly. “This is just your wardrobe.” He gestured dramatically to the snoozing furniture. “Meet Madame de Garderobe, a great singer!” You internally wondered how a wardrobe could be a great singer when Cogsworth made a snide comment that made you feel guilty for laughing.
“She’s a better sleeper.” Cogsworth commented and your giggle was loud enough to cause the Madame to awaken. She yawned loudly before looking directly at Cogsworth with her curtain eyes.
“Cogsworth you officious alarm clock.” She scolded. Apparently she had heard his comment. “A diva needs her beauty rest.”
From the look on Cogsworth’s face it looked like he was about to throw back another insult but Lumière swooped in before he could.
“Of course you do Madame.” He gave Cogsworth a pointed look. “Forgive us, but we have someone for you to dress.”
It took a while for you to realise that that person would be you. You were about to retaliate saying how you liked what you were wearing but Garderobe had already spotted you and shouted joyously, “Finally! A woman!” She pulled you towards her and began pulling at your face and clothes. “Pretty eyes, proud face. Yes!” Her drawers opened and closed in what you thought was her version of a happy clap. “I will find you something worthy of a princess!”
You couldn’t help but dread what was about to happen. Not only did you expect to be shoved into a dress with a corset and wig, but you were terrified that your gloves would be removed, revealing your hand for everyone to see. You briefly thought that enchanted objects wouldn’t be too concerned by a girl with a china hand but you didn’t want to risk it. On top of all that, you just weren’t a princess, and never would be. You didn’t want to be made over. You like the way you were now.
“I’m not a princess.” You pointed out to the wardrobe.
“Nonsense!” The Madame said, brushing away your protest quickly. “Now let me see what I’ve got in my drawers.” She opened them quickly, and you had to bat away several moths that were released. “How embarrassing.” she exclaimed, and you were surprised to see the sides of the curtains go a deep red instead of the blue you had seen so far.
Before you could question how such a thing was possible, how any of this was possible, Garderobe had already released a hoop skirt and was now draping it over your body despite the fact you were still wearing other clothes and that your bulky bag was still draped over your shoulder. Several long lengths of fabric shot out of the wardrobes drawers and Madame spun you around quickly as she placed each sheet of fabric over the skirt in a mismatched pattern. She turned you away from her and wound a thick ribbon around your waist and pulled. Hard. You let out a sharp breath as you felt your tool box dig into your hip. She paused for a brief moment to call out, “Froufrou, come help Mumsie!” You used this time to loosen the ribbon around your waist so that not only was your bag not digging into your body, but also so that you could actually breathe properly. Suddenly the doors burst open and a tasselled footstool came rushing in, barking non-stop. It ran over to and around you in circles several times before jumping up at the wardrobe. So this was Froufrou and from the constant yapping you presumed that it was a dog. The castle’s pet. With her dog by her side, Madame once again continued to make the dress. Several more strips of fabric shot out over you and you felt a breeze travel up from behind you when the wardrobe made a small exclamation of joy. No sooner was the sound made, something rough and coarse landed on your head.
“Ta-dah!” Madame celebrated. “Perfecto!”
You looked over to the mirror that hung on the wall and you dropped your hands down by your side in a state of exhaustion. Your reflection was garish. The ‘dress’ (if you could even call it that) swallowed you completely. Several clashing colours of different sized patches were thrown over the base hoop skirt and the top was simply just fabric in a horrific pink thrown over your shoulders. On your head was a ridiculous powdered wig, one that could have rivalled one of the Bimbettes’ when they were trying to impress Gaston. You looked down at Lumière and Cogsworth who were both trying desperately to hide their laughter and embarrassment. They along with Y/F/N were backing towards the doors.
“Anyway,” Lumière said, “If you have any further needs then the staff will attend to you. We are at your service.” He bowed and grabbed Cogsworth and Y/F/N and they all slipped out of the room. With their hasty movement, Froufrou lost interest in Garderobe and ran after them in pursuit. Moments later, Plumette swooped out of the room, her dusting complete (she’d done a spectacular job as even the bed sheets were devoid of dust). With that the doors closed leaving you alone with Garderobe. Not wanting to waste any time getting your questions answered you spun round to face the wardrobe and asked,
“How did this happen?”
You received a snore as a reply. Madame was already asleep, not even marvelling over her creation. You sighed disappointed that you wouldn’t get the answers you were hoping for. You removed the wig from your hair and slipped out from underneath the hoop skirt, relieving yourself of the dress. It remained intact and standing despite the lack of a body within it. The amount of fabric there was astonishing. With your only guardian asleep you decided to try and find a way to escape. Staring at the dress an idea hit you. You walked over to it and began collecting fabric and dragging it over to the window. With that you started to put your escape plan into action.
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On the other side of the doors, down the hallway, the staff were in a heated conversation. Froufrou had run off to go to the Maestro, which left the candelabra, clock, feather duster and paintbrush behind.
“I can’t believe it was her.” Y/F/N said solemnly. “She hasn’t aged a day.”
“It is most fortunate non? That she has returned to us.” Lumière pointed out.
“How is it fortunate, Lumière?” Cogsworth asked, “She didn’t even recognise us.”
“Sweet Y/N.” Plumette reminisced.
“My little girl doesn’t know who I am!” Y/F/N yelled. “She’s been alone for nine years! Thinking I had up and abandoned her.” The distraught he felt was clear in his words.
“Non, mon ami.” Lumière comforted the paintbrush. “She knows you are not dead. She loves you.” The paintbrush nods at his words.
“She just isn’t expecting you to be a paintbrush.” Cogsworth stated, which earned him a glare from Lumière.
“What do we do, mon amour?” Plumette asked her lover.
“I do not know. As much as I hate to say it, we are merely strangers to her. She knows not of the times in the past.” He replied solemnly.
“Which means what exactly?” Y/F/N asked.
“It means,” Cogsworth started “that Y/N is to know nothing of the curse. She cannot find out anything about it, not even that we are her family.” He broke off after that, the memories of you flushing back.
“I have to pretend that I don’t know my own daughter?” Y/F/N said, staring emptily at the floor.
“It is for the best mon ami. As much as the pain of it will cause us, she cannot know. It would be dangerous for her to know too much. Besides it does not mean you cannot spend time with her, non?”
Y/F/N nodded slowly and if he could cry, then the tears would be falling.
“What of the master?” Plumette questioned. “Surely he must know.”
“Of course he doesn’t.” Cogsworth said bluntly. “He’s too much of a fool to notice. He was watching her in the cell for half of the day, and didn’t even recognise her.”
“It would be for zee best that he never finds out either.” Lumière stated. “They weren’t on the best terms when that night happened and telling him would only make him more…” He paused trying to think of the appropriate word.
“Like his father.” Y/F/N said. All four of them nod in agreement. As they made their way to the kitchen they made the unanimous decision to tell the rest of the staff the plan. That the master was not to know who she was and that she was to know nothing of before. Little did they know that before that could happen, they’d have to find a way to keep you inside the castle, with them at all.

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Today was Hanagasa Junko, the final parade of the Gion Matsuri! During this parade, Maiko from two hanamachi are paraded through the city on big wooden floats and then perform a special dance at the Yakasa Shrine.

This year, it was Gion Kobu’s and Miyagawacho’s turn, next year, it will be Gion Higashi and Pontocho again. Kamishichiken is not directly involved in the festival.

In the picture you can see Maiko Katsusen (Odamoto Okiya), Shino (Fukushima Okiya) and Ichiharu (Nakagishi Okiya) of Gion Kobu on their wooden float, dressed for the Suzume Odori, the dance they performed later. Maiko Marika (Tsurui Okiya), Mamesumi (Ninben Okiya), Mameryū (Tama Okiya) and Mamechika (Arai Okiya) also participated in the parade.

Source: Nara No Fuku on Instagram

The Far Table in the Back - Teaser

Say hello to the next multi-chapter endeavor I have for you!

Based off the recent movie, starring Anna Kendrick, Table 19, I figured who better to use from that inspiration than our wonderful Aelin A. Galathynius. I haven’t written a ToG fic in a hot minute, so I’ll also be re-reading the books as I go.

I’m hoping to have an update for this every Thursday! Enjoy!

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Long Way Home - Part 3

Part One | Part Two | Part Three


Tommy hangs around for a short while once we reach the house to make sure I’m settled. He starts a fire, happy to demonstrate once I explain the reason I have no idea how to operate the damn thing is because it was too warm in the states to need a fire, not because the only heating I’ve ever known was controlled by a thermostat in the hall…

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FIGHTER (Part 4)

Originally posted by ftyoonmin

“Please be okay..please, please be okay.” 

The man’s voice was distant but you detected sadness and worry in his tone. Not able to open your eyes yet, you concentrated on the feeling of fingers running through your hair and the heavy aching feeling in your body. You recognized his voice at least; Wonho, the gorgeous guy you met not so long ago. The last thing you could remember was running with Wonho down a tunnel, hearing loud gun shots and feeling terrified for your life. 

‘Am I dead?’ 

You thought to yourself before trying to open your eyes. The first thing you noticed was that you had absolutely no clue where you were. It was a plain camel brown room with a few pictures of himself and what could have been his friends on the walls, a floor length mirror, a simple wooden dressing table and some book shelves. Laying on an unfamiliar bed, you were feeling groggy; hoping to god you weren’t being held captive. 

“Oh thank god you’re awake!” 

Wonho cried in relief. He was sitting on the edge of the bed with red rimmed eyes  like he’d been crying. As you opened your mouth to speak, you noticed the lack of moisture in your mouth, making your throat feel like a desert. 

“I need some water.” 

You croaked, slowly sitting up on the bed. Instantly, Wonho jumped up and ran to get you some. Shortly, he returned with a pint glass of water in his hand and a sorry expression on his face. The cold water felt like heaven as it trickled down your throat, helping you get your voice back. 

“What happened?” 

You asked, needing an explanation to stop you from feeling like you were going insane. Wonho sighed deeply, his head falling in to his hands in a sense of despair. 

“You fainted when we were running away. I picked you up and carried you here, to my place. We’re on the other side of the wall now…” 

Nodding your head slowly, it all seemed to be coming back to you. Suddenly, he grabbed your hands, his puppy dog eyes tearing up before droplets began to fall from his eyes. 

“I’m so sorry (Y/N). I should have fucking left you alone. I’ve put you in so much danger and now you can’t go back home because they’re waiting for us to try and sneak back in and I can’t let you get hurt, I just can’t!” 

Wonho balled, feeling immensely guilty for the situation he had put you in but for some reason, you didn’t really care about not being able to go home, all you cared about was making Wonho happy again. It felt like a stab to your heart to see him cry. Although you didn’t know what your status was like with Wonho, you couldn’t resist throwing your arms around him. 

“Hey now, don’t be upset. It’s okay, honestly, it’s okay.” 

You uttered softly, running your hand up and down his back to try and calm him. 

“I’ll figure out a way to get you home I promise! I won’t let you get hurt!” 

You let out a little smile with the way he was so insistent on not letting you get hurt. 

“I know, I know. Please don’t cry Wonho. I have nothing waiting for me at home anyway.” 

Wonho wiped away his tears with his sleeve and nodded his head. 

“Sorry. I just feel…protective over you. When you fainted…I could have had a heart attack. Damn, if anything happened to you I don’t know what I’d do.” 

After a few sweet moments of hugging him, he finally put on a brave face, looking at you with such warmth and care. You noticed how you might be starting to smell in the clothes you’d been wearing for almost two days, your hands trying to smooth out the creases of your shirt so you didn’t look ugly to him. 

“Oh yeah, we’ll probably need to get you some more clothes and some essentials. I’ve never lived alone before, I only have one tooth brush.” 

Wonho smiled widely, his eyes twinkling. You hadn’t thought of it as living together but you certainly didn’t dislike the idea. Being cute and attentive, he wrote down your clothes size and all the things you’d need to stay with him. Bringing up feminine hygiene products definitely wasn’t easy. Both of your cheeks blushed bright red and they blushed even more when he had to ask for your bra size. When he left to go to the store, you fell back on the soft bed, sprawling out and stretching your limbs, thinking about the idea of living with a guy; it wasn’t something you were used to either. Although you were worried and scared about how or if you were ever going to return home, the prospect of living with Wonho was exciting, new and fresh. Through the danger, you hoped there were great times to come.


That evening, you were sitting downstairs with Wonho, watching a comedy on the small TV that he had. Wonho didn’t have a lot but you noticed that what he did have, he didn’t mind sharing with you at all. The clothes he had bought you were basic and all neutral colours like grey, black and nude. He explained that he was afraid to buy you colourful things in case it brought more attention to you. However, he did buy you something colourful which you were confused about. It was a blonde wig with a hot pink ombre. 

“Wear this if you ever need to go outside. A lot of people have different hair colours here. It’s the only way we can really express ourselves.” 

He instructed. It explained the colourful hair he rocked so well. Suddenly, Wonho’s front door swung open and you heard loud, enthusiastic voices. You grabbed on to Wonho’s arm, expecting the worst when he chuckled at you. 

“Relax, they’re my friends.” 

He eased your worry and soon enough, Jooheon, Minhyuk, I.M, Hyungwon, Kihyun and Shownu were introducing themselves to you and shaking your hand. The guys were so fun and bursting with energy, it was infectious. You couldn’t help but giggle around them; you understood why Wonho liked them so much. 

“Damn boy, you said she was beautiful but you didn’t say she was this beautiful!” 

Jooheon said to Wonho, making Wonho playfully hit him in the stomach.

“Yah! Don’t embarrass me, you’re supposed to be my friend!” 

Wonho replied, pouting with his plump, soft lips. 

‘Does Wonho really think I’m beautiful?’ 

You thought, hoping it was true. The way Wonho seemed so embarrassed hinted that he really did tell his friends you were beautiful. Wonho’s friends visiting really did seem to cheer him up. His smile and the sound of his laughter gave you a great sense of relief and it calmed you from the stressful couple of days you’d had. 


“But Wonho! I’m not tired!” 

You whined as he set up an air mattress on the floor in his room to sleep in, giving the bed to you. He told you that he wanted to be near you at all times in case something happened during the night. 

“But I’m very tired so go to sleep. You need to rest.” 

He replied. You could see the sleepiness in his eyes. He looked so cute when he was tired. 

“But Wonho! Can’t we stay awake for just a…” 

You were stopped by Wonho placing his finger softly upon your lips. Though he was tired, he still gazed so deep in to your eyes with the same sparkle he always had. Your heart began to race, adrenaline pumping through your body as his lips started to move closer to yours. Parting your lips, you prepared them for the kiss you thought you were going to get. You wanted to throw your arms around him and his him so hard your lips would get sore but as his lips got closer and his gaze got more seductive, he changed his mind and placed a sweet, long kiss on your forehead. 

“Sleep jagiya.” 

Set in-between the first and upcoming second movie.

(Peter Quill x POC reader)

They kept you isolated from other people in a small yet comfortable room. You would get a plate of food that was given to you through a peephole. Having no type of interactions with other humans was unbearable, to the point where you are starting to hear the voices in your head again. There was no way to keep track of days. It was like you were stuck in some time-loop.

A knock on the door startles you.

“Y/N, today is a special day.” The voice belongs to a different person. A woman.

“What are you talking about?” You questioned.

“Why dear child, you have been specially selected to be the reincarnated host body of the Great Achlys.” said the woman.

Your heart stops at the sound of the unsettling news. Of course you knew that the people who kidnapped you two weeks ago were apart of some alien cult. You knew they worshipped a evil goddess. What you didn’t know is that you were going to be the main part of their plans.

“You have me mistaken. You got the wrong girl!” You shout at the woman. 

“But you are the one the prophecy foretold,Y/N .” The woman informs her, unlocking the door from the outside. 

When the door opens, the woman is standing there with two older orange-yellow skin men dressed in grayish robes. 

The woman looks at you with cold gray eyes. “Don’t make this hard on yourself, Y/N . You can come peacefully or we’ll have to make sure you’re calm…”

She’s talking about drugging you. You saw the needle in one of the men’s hands. You grab for the lamp sitting on the coffee table and throw it at them. You miss completely and one of the men came inside your room to drug you. You kick and screamed as the other man held you down as you were giving your injection. 

The effects of the drug kicked in quicker than you anticipated. You feel like you’re in a dream-like state. Your movements became rather sluggish and messy.

Then you slip into unconscious.

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When you became semi-conscious, you saw dark silhouettes circled around you. Staring down at you. You hear people chanting in a language you never heard of. 

Something cold was crawling on you. The chanting grew louder and frantic. Your heart is threatening to burst free from your chest.

I must be whole again. A voice says in a hush whisper. You must let me in, Y/N!

‘Who are you?’ Is what you thought. 

I need to be whole! You’ll make me whole again!

You were engulfed in darkness again.

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Peter Quill, or as he preferred to be called ‘Starlord’, didn’t exactly have a plan of action. He was the more ‘shoot first, shoot some more and maybe ask questions later’ type of guy. He stood against the wooden door. On the other side of the door lies his damsel in distress. 

He really didn’t do rescue mission but being a ‘Guardian of the Galaxy’, he felt obligated to help, especially since she was kidnapped from Terra. 

His home planet.

Putting all of his weight into his foot, Peter forces the wooden doors open, starling several cult members.

“Who are you?” One of them demanded.

“I’m Starlord.” Peter said proudly.

They all looked at him confused, which frustrates Peter greatly. His brows furrowed. 

“C’mon guys. You never heard of me? Legendary outlaw? Handsome leader of Guardians of the Galaxy?”

“Kill him!” Someone shouts.

Peter signs deeply. “This shit is getting old.” Several large robed figures attacks him with sharp spears. His rocket boots activates instantly, launching him upwards. He flies forward, shooting at two of the cult members. He caught a glimpse of the woman lying unconscious on a wooden table, dressed in thin white fabric.

“Alright, I just want the girl and no one else will get hurt.” Peter says, grabbing the girl before any one of them could get her.

“You fool…you have ruined the ritual!” An older alien woman screeches at him.

Peter chuckles. “Well that was kind of the point of me coming. Stop you and save the girl.”

“You’re too late at saving her. Our goddess has inhabited her body.”

(To be continued)

@the-tentacle-horror from here (x)

Her mind began to race, thoughts crashing against one another to find a good answer.  Were he to, she would be exposing one of the few secrets she had to yet another.  Three; herself, Roman and this…Beast.  Her heart beat in her chest, more than likely something he could hear and feed from as well.  Could she do this again, show someone else the other side?  Salem took a breath and stepped back.

And continued to step back until her backside was at the table.  Lifting herself up onto the wooden table, dress slit for a leg to show as she crossed it over the other, the Grimm Queen beckoned him.

“Show me what you can do, Beast.”