worthy adversary

I want age reversal batfam that includes Bruce in the reversal I want a rowdy gang of kids and teens and young adults who stumble upon freshly orphaned Bruce Wayne who only has an aging butler to look after him. and I want them to, for better or for worse, collectively adopt him. Or, in which 25 year old Damian al Ghul, (heir to the Demon’s Head who tossed off his mantle and became a vigilante on behalf of the world upon seeing the world for himself, and has only a fortune, a huge house, and a meager attempt at a secret identity), doesn’t know how he became responsible for: 21 year old Tim Drake, the haggard orphan CEO of Drake Industries who found out about Damian and the LoA and wanted to do some good for the city so he insisted on helping, 20 year old Cassandra Cain, the quiet but terrifying renegade who escaped her family and proved herself a worthy adversary, foe, and friend, 17 year old Jason Todd, who broke into Damian’s house and Damian was so impressed he managed to get past security that he didn’t turn him in but instead took him in not unlike a stray cat, 13 year old Dick Grayson, orphan and narrowly escaped the foster care system 4 years ago; Damian caught him trying to run and decided to let him stay with him, outside of the law, as long as he let Damian give him an education and as long as Dick helps around the house a little. The gang meets little Bruce Wayne, reeling after his parents’ murder. It’s Dick that wants to adopt him first, thinking all too much about his own parents murder not long ago. It doesn’t take long for the rest to follow suit though– And Damian doesn’t protest. Soon they’ve added this tiny, angry, grieving eight year old boy (and his butler) to Damian’s home, and they couldn’t be happier.

Likes and Dislikes of the Zodiac Signs!
  • Aries
Likes:
Comfortable clothes, taking the lead, physical challenges, individual sports. Dislikes:
Inactivity, delays, work that doesn’t use one’s talents.
  • Taurus 
Likes:
Gardening, cooking, working with hands, music, romance, high-quality clothing. Dislikes:
Sudden changes, complications, insecurity of any kind, synthetic fabrics.
  • Gemini
Likes:
Music, magazines, books, music, blogs, chats with nearly anyone, short trips around town. Dislikes:
Repetition and routine, being alone, being confined.
  • Cancer
Likes:
Relaxing near or in water, art, home-based hobbies, a good meal with friends, helping loved ones. Dislikes:
Strangers, revealing of personal life, any criticism of Mom.
  • Leo
Likes:
The theater, being admired, taking holidays, fun with friends, expensive things, bright colors. Dislikes:
Being ignored, facing difficult reality, not being king or queen.
  • Virgo
Likes:
Cleanliness, animals, healthy foods, books, nature. Dislikes:
Taking center stage, rudeness, asking for help.
  • Libra
Likes:
Harmony, sharing with others, gentleness, the outdoors. Dislikes:
Injustice, violence, conformity, and loudmouths.
  • Scorpio
Likes:
Truth, facts, being right, teasing, longtime friends, a grand passion, a worthy adversary. Dislikes:
Dishonesty, passive people, revealing secrets.
  • Sagittarius
Likes:
Travel, being outdoors, freedom, philosophy. Dislikes:
Details, being constrained, off-the-wall theories, clingy people.
  • Capricorn
Likes:
Family, tradition, quality craftsmanship, understated status, music. Dislikes:
Almost everything at some point.
  • Aquarius
Likes:
Fun with friends, fighting for causes, helping others, intellectual conversation, a good listener. Dislikes:
Limitations, being lonely, broken promises, dull or boring situations, people who disagree with them.
  • Pisces
Likes:
Spiritual themes, time alone, visual media, time to sleep, romance, music, swimming. Dislikes:
Know-it-alls, the past coming back to haunt, being criticized, cruelty of any kind.

 

I don’t agree with all these posts and reviews that go “Clockwork Mansion is really a metaphor of how it’s creator’s twisted mind works…. Polished wood and pretty brocades on the outside…. but inside of them…. there are cold…. dangerous….. bare walls…..” Because I feel like it ignores the major aspect that makes Jindosh really interesting and unique as a villain.

This metaphor would make sense if Jindosh invited you for a cup of tea, played classical music while you talk about puppies and eat cupcakes, and then you woke up in the dungeon. But he didn’t. He never tried to deceive you with pleasantries and lure you into a trap. He told you outright it’s a trap. Kirin Jindosh put an audio saying “COME MEET ME IN THE PIT WHENEVER IF YOU WANT YOUR ASS KICKED” right in front of the door.

Cultural conscience always divides villains based on their intellect. Brash and loud = stupid, smart and classy = cold, manipulative, deceiving. But Jindosh is not just another Hannibal Lecter. Yes, he’s brilliant, classy, has an impeccable taste in everything except facial hair, and at the same time he’s an obnoxious, brash, loud little shit. Ffs, he shit-talks you the entire time, how is that for “pretty brocades”? He’s not really manipulative or deceptive, because he’s proud to the point of fearlessness. He promises you fair game and he keeps his promise, even when he sees you destroy all of his murder robots and reach his lair, because as the Heart said, he honestly wants to meet a worthy adversary. He doesn’t try to escape or blackmail you with, say, photos of the Empress using black magic. No, he waits there and jumps at you with the sword.

Tldr - Kirin “FIGHT ME” Jindosh is a genius dandy gremlin in intense search for someone to kick his ass.

What is ASiB about

It’s been 5 years since ASiB and some people still don’t understand that it’s all about johnlock and really has nothing to do with Irene Adler except in terms of the damn case and her confronting John on his feelings for Sherlock.

Let’s back up to the events in the months directly before Irene came into the picture, shall we?

Sherlock and John were working and living together, solving cases, becoming closer, culminating in the poolside confrontation with Moriarty where 1) John was willing to sacrifice his life to save Sherlock 2) They agreed to die together and 3) There was major adrenaline-fueled flirting.

Then in the beginning of ASiB, we have an adorable montage of crime solving mixed with domesticity, taking place over the course of several months. We see Sherlock really interested in John’s blog. From flashbacks in TSoT, taking place during this same time period, we see Sherlock obsessing over John’s middle name. And he’s taken up smoking again hmmm. We’ve got Sherlock talking to John even when he’s not there, Sherlock skyping in a sheet, the giggling at Buckingham and in the cab. Sherlock steals an ashtray from the goddam Queen just to delight John.

So we have this big johnlock build-up, a huge amount of interest toward John from Sherlock, and an oblivious John pining away. Then Irene shows up, outsmarts Sherlock, throws a tantalizing case his way, AND reminds him that hey sex actually exists Mr. Transport.

Is it any surprise we get the reaction we do from Sherlock? He has an actual worthy adversary and interesting case that he can focus on in lieu of John, but John is never far from his mind either. And then there’s Irene- a femlock if there ever was one. A beautiful, intelligent, gay unicorn, but unlike Sherlock himself, Irene is someone that is actually in touch with and embraces her sexuality. She doesn’t repress it or fear it. For Sherlock, everything naturally gets all muddled.

But in spite of Irene’s presence in the episode, we continue to be drawn back to Sherlock and John. John’s feelings are easy in this because they’re obvious which is why I focus on Sherlock.

There was the beginning of the episode yes. There’s also his panicked reaction when John is threatened (and it’s a threat to John not Irene that affects Sherlock). Sherlock is extremely petty to Jeanette (John’s gf). Sherlock follows John everywhere. Sherlock looks at JOHN after he’s told to “impress a girl” and does his Bond Air deduction. Sherlock asks for John when he comes out of his mind palace. “I imagine John Watson thinks love’s a mystery to me.” Mycroft reminds John that Sherlock has a heart and also reassures him that Irene is dead. The intense 221b scene.

And that’s not even CLOSE to everything. Literally look beyond Irene’s nudity and actually observe what happens in the episode. ASiB is just a fucking johnlock treasure trove. And anyone who has eyes for more than naked lady can see it.

Add your own johnlock scandal moments if you’d like!

When this guy dies....

…so does the unpredictability and interesting writing/story telling in GoT. Whether you love or hate them, characters like Littlefinger, Viserys, Ramsay, Stannis, Joffrey, Cersei (who will most likely die too) brought that ‘holy shit, oh no they didn’t, what are they capable of?… they won’t ‘go there’…. yep, they ‘went there’…. Without them? I would have tuned out years ago.

I know 95% of the fandom has a collective boner just waiting for Baelish to die (I wanted Ramsay to die too but at least I knew I was going to miss his psycho ass in some way just because you didn’t know what the fuck he was going to do) but that same ‘what does he have up his sleeve’ is sooo going to be missing.

I used to love Tyrion but after his epic court scene, his character died to become Dany’s drunken advisor. Varys, whose chess match and war of words with his worthy adversary, Littlefinger, hasn’t had anything interesting to do in years. Their scenes were gold. The real puppetmasters in GoT.

But now, with the inevitable deaths of both Baelish and Cersei, I’m growing bored of this show and it’s downward spiral into being a low-rent LOTR cgi battle that will last into next season.

Stark kids reunite, Arya is going to kill someone, Bran will see something important that will probably save the day, Jon and Dany meet and probably end up hooking up as “ice & fire”, Jon is a Targaryen, they battle the Lannisters, Jaime probably kills Cersei and becomes a ‘ good guy’ and/or they either win or everyone looks North and has a collective “fml” moment and combine forces to battle the White Walkers with dragons. Dany either pulls her head out of her ass and becomes a good queen or she falls down the same route as her family. Jon becomes king or dies saving everyone and at least one Stark is left..  

Oh I could go into a multitude of over-analyzed endings that fans have guessed at for years. None of which are really exciting, great story telling, or anything new. The story will basically devolve into mankind fighting against a supernatural force and most likely winning.

Having dark horses in the mix like Baelish and others kept it unpredictable and intriguing. Fans freaked over killing off ‘beloved’ characters like Robb, Ned, Cat, etc… but what purpose would they serve by staying alive? Not much, really. Varys, at one point you really wondered who he was serving and what his game plan was, but now….snore. I was really hoping for an epic match up in the end with Baelish, the two men I considered the real players in this game - where EVERYONE else (other than WW) was a pawn. Now, the dark horses will be dead and gone. As much as I love Olenna, I don’t foresee much happening with her other than getting revenge on Cersei probably.

Fans in general would most likely hate it, but keeping a character like Baelish, whose motives are never crystal clear (even if you think you know, you could be wrong), in until the end keeps a mystery and intrigue in the storyline that keeps nagging you —- WHAT IF. What if this dark horse, loathed character, throws a wrench into everything, what if he causes chaos, what if he manipulates or convinces other characters to make different choices…what if he survives to the end… only to end up winning (even IF it’s a pile of ashes) OR redeems himself in some way no one expects…

Again….the expectation and predictability of the story and hoping GRRM wasn’t going to use the old tried and true….or old and over-used cliché tropes that everyone’s figured out already.

I suppose I’m still hoping for a miracle that the writers won’t kill off the two last remaining characters that are actually INTERESTING, even if they are considered villains. I guess I’m sick of the same shit, hero always wins in some fashion, good vs evil - yea! the goodies won even if they almost died, all tied up neat with a ribbon, no surprises, add a few big battle scenes and voila - the end.

It’s all been done to death and back again. The only thing that might redeem Dany as a character in my view is if she ends up being a nasty villain, sending her Dothraki hoards to kill off, pillage and rape her would-be Westerosi subjects. They won’t like her for that. THAT would at least make her interesting as a flawed character who gets lost in her quest for power and isn’t the good queen she thinks she is.

Sansa, if she turned to the dark side would be FAR more interesting. What else does she have but to sideline for Jon and Arya now? Bran still has potential, but again predictable.

Fuck that know-nothing Jon Snow. I never understood why everyone loves his character. Run of the mill good guy, not so smart but full of heart, hero. SNORE.

Arya could have been interesting but they dragged her shit out wayyyy too long.

Tyrion? One of the most dynamic characters suddenly reduced to nothing but witless dialogue and drinking.

That leaves us with Littlefinger (such a well written, genius character that has been dumbed down to the point of ridiculousness) and Cersei. Both brilliantly acted - one who unfortunately remains underrated and underused as hell imo. I worry both will die.

I had such high hopes that GRRM would go against the grain and really pull out something unique after all the books and all these years with the show…but sadly, I see it not happening. Those fans will get the ending they’re hoping for and yet I find myself underwhelmed and actually disappointed with where the story is heading. I know it’s just fiction and entertainment, but I was really hoping for something better after all these years.

Well, I raise my glass to my Queen of Wine & Wildfire and King of the Ashes.

Children of The Gods Ch. 4 - Demigod AU [Jason Todd x Reader]

A/n: Here’s ch. 4! I hope you guys like it because I was a bit nervous to post it. The last chapter didn’t get as much action as I hoped and it kinda dampened my spirits. This chapter is a bit shorter and goes more toward the reader’s state of mind. Hope you love it and I appreciate any feed back loves! Thank you!
(Chapter 5 will have some action!)

Ch. 1 - Ch. 2 - Ch. 3

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Italicized = Dream

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Upon returning to the campsite you found the others fast asleep still, not having been bothered by your absence. It didn’t take Jason long to follow in their footsteps and pass out leaning up against a tree. Though you couldn’t help but watch him and the others, and just think. Your eyes wandered from person to person, thoughts rushing through your head about the trials to come.

Are you cut out for this? These people are your friends and they trust you with everything they have. Trust you to lead them, to protect them. How could you protect them? You’re all in this mess because of your inability to protect Garfield, and now he’s with the Sirens. Scared and alone.

Sighing you ran a hand through your [h/l] hair. The ends snagging in your fingers. Taking a glance at the case that holds your father’s lighting bolt you think, ‘Maybe he’s right. This is something I should’ve fought on my own.’ Your eyes fall on Jason again, the moment you just had still ever present in your mind. What is it about him that changes things? You’ve met other offspring of Athena, some male and others female, but there’s just something different at work here. Perhaps it’s his story about being resurrected or something else entirely.

Though one thing you knew was now is not the time for these thoughts. You have a mission at work here, focus is key to success. Focus is what you will need tomorrow, and being tired hinders that. Laying back against your bag you stare up at the stars, allowing your eyelids to become heavy and eventually pull you into the addictive trance of sleep.


It was all dark. The only sound heard was a faint dripping of water droplets. You stood silent, the other sound reaching your ears being your own slow breathing. In and out, in and out. It’s calm rhythm never faltering. Where are you?

Staying still until torches lit out of nowhere, making your guard fly up higher. Hand reaching for the hilt of you sword, only to find it and all weapons missing. The torches led down a narrow hall, the only way out of the circular room you were in.

Hesitantly, you began down the corridor. Ready for any sort of attack. As you walked faint humming, almost singing, could be heard. The song was familiar, a lullaby your mother once sang to you. Coming closer to the humming, it grew into soft singing, luring you closer. The voice was almost familiar.

Coming to the end of the hall you entered a room. It was similar to the one you were just in, the humming being louder than ever. Turning around you saw the hallway gone, replaced by a solid wall. Looking into the room again, it had changed.

Your blood ran cold at the sight. Each member of your team lay bloodied, battered, and lifeless. Some with their eyes wide with terror, others with mangled limbs. It was truly horrifying. A cry seeped from your throat before you quickly muffle it with your hand.

The cry made the singing turn to laughter. “Poor little hero. Couldn’t save your friends, your mother, or your unspoken love. You were never cut out for this, I guess even the mighty Zeus can be wrong.” The voice’s tone was light and airy, a beautiful pitch and tone to it. Your gaze scanned each of your comrades again, stopping on the slight rise and fall of a chest. Eyes trailing up to see Jason’s blue eyes widened in terror. Rushing over you noticed the blood pooling around him. His eyes darted to yours, he heaved a breath “We.. Trusted.. You” gasping before falling limp. “No, no, no. Jason!” Turning you saw Kaldur next, coming to his side you shook him, “Kaldur! Please!”

“No use little hero. They’re all gone. Thanks to me and you.” The voice giggled, feeling a finger run across your back. Whipping around you saw nothing. Another sound added to the voice, a heavy panting and growling.

“4 days left” the voice said as heavy footsteps came near you. The animalistic panting and growls almost right on top of you. “You’re running out of time.”

The noises stopped in front of you as you rose to your feet, as if an invisible beast stood there. Feeling the exhale of something blow against your face, a low growl accompanying it.

The voice giggled again, “If I were you, I’d wake up little hero… WAKE UP!” the voice screamed a deafening screech as the unseen beast roared in your face.

Jolting awake to the feeling of someone shaking you and yelling for you to wake up. Instinct took over as you pulled out the knife in the holster around your ankle and flipped the person on their back. With a knee to their chest you held the blade to their throat, all done in a single swift motion. Your breathing heaved as you stared down into a familiar face. Dick.

“Whoa hey!” He yelled, surprised at your attack.

Realization hit and you scrambled off him, backing away. Breathing still labored and mind reeling from the nightmare. “[F/n] calm down. Breathe.” Kaldur said placing a hand on your shoulder. Nodding you regulated your breathing, wiping away the thin layer of sweat from your forehead. “Dick, I’m so sorry.” Apologizing once having gained your head again. “It’s alright, are you okay?” Worry laced in his tone.

You nodded, “Yeah, yeah. I just. I don’t know what happened.” “You were yelling in your sleep” Kori informed you, coming up to the other side of you. “I was? Sorry, I guess it was just a bad dream.” Kaldur looked at you, concern showed in the way his brows furrowed together. Your nightmares were rare, and only happened in times of extreme stress, he knows that. You shared a glance with him, “I’m fine. Really.” He sighed in defeat before handing his head. Standing he replied “Alright.”

You nodded and stood up as well. Clearing your voice, you instructed for them all to pack up their things. As they did so you thought about the nightmare you just had. Who was that voice? What was that creature? These questions bombarded you all the way up to your moving out of the campsite.

You were silent again while leading. The entire team watching you carefully, wondering what had happened in that nightmare. Conner cleared his voice, “[F/n] do you know anything about this first trial?”

Looking back, you nodded. “Our first trial is to get the map that leads to the adamantine. We will face a creature called the Drakon Kholkikos, or the Colchian Dragon. A ancient watchful serpent of who used to watch over the sacred groves of Ares and protect the golden fleece. It’s known for the magical properties it’s teeth contain along with the fact that it is sleepless on its own. Making it the perfect guard. It’s a worthy adversary, keep your guard up and never give it an inch.” Instructing while spotting the entrance to the cave you must enter.

“Then our second trial will be to obtain a special sword that could help with our final trial. It’s said to be the sword of Theseus, the one used to slay the Minotaur in the labyrinth. It could be of use. In the second trial we will face the Chimera. But let’s cross that bridge when we come to it.” Explaining while looking at your group. “Do you know the third trial?” Roy asked curiously. You shook your head, “No, the trial is a mystery to everyone but the gods.”

“Now let’s focus on the task at hand, here’s our plan. Jason and Roy, you’re our best marksmen, use the bows to take care of long range attacks, but Jason be ready to step in with a sword if need be. Conner and Kaldur, you’re in charge of keeping its attention. Keep its focus. While you’re doing that Dick, Kori, and I will work on weakening and taking it down completely, there is a weak point below it’s head. Sound good to everyone?” Asking the entirety of the group. Exchanging glances they all nodded. “Alright, then let’s give ’em hell.”

  • *Ky Luc and Crowley fighting, resulting in Ky Luc beheading Crowley*
  • Ky Luc: "Now stand aside, worthy adversary."
  • Crowley: "Tis but a scratch."
  • Ky Luc: "A scratch?! Your head's off!"
  • Crowley: "No it isn't."
  • Ky Luc: "Well what's that then?" *pointing to Crowley's head lying on the ground*
  • Crowley: "I've had worse."
  • Ky Luc: "You liar!"
  • Crowley: "Come on then, you pansy!"
Heaven and Hell and Everything Inbetween: Part III

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“Remember to use small strokes.” Cassian reminded Nesta as she used the straight razor on his cream lathered face.
“So you’ve said.“ Wiping the blade clean and ignoring blatant subtext, she continued. ”Eleven times.
“I’m sorry. A beautiful woman wielding an incredibly sharp blade near my throat tends to make me nervous.” A chuckle let out in which Nesta did not reciprocate.
Quiet.“ She chided. “I don’t want to accidentally cut you because your face keeps moving.“
Obeying, he kept his mouth shut as she finished one cheek and moved on to the next.
“Why did you want me to do this?“ Honest curiosity lined in her voice. “Being clean-cut has never been a priority for you.”
A brief pause. He had his reasons.
Because I thoroughly enjoy watching you squirm. He thought. Because I wanted to look nice for you.
“If you must know- Mother’s tits! OW!” Red began dripping down his cheek and he tried not to flinch from the initial shock.
“I’m sorry!” Panicking, Nesta dropped the blade in the sink. “That was my fault-”
Half turned and utterly mortified, she considered running away and hiding​ due to embarrassment.
Reaching for her hand he asked in a kind voice, “Where are you going?”
“I’m done. I can’t do this.”
“I will look like a complete idiot with my face left like this.” Baiting her when she felt vulnerable always worked like a charm.
She took it, rolling her eyes and pointed to the unfinished side of his face. “Not a complete idiot, no. Just a half-wit.”
“Sweetheart, you’re doing just fine. It’s already healed up.“
Nevertheless, she gave no sign to rejoin him.
“Come here.” He coaxed. “Sit on my lap. It’ll be easier for you.”
“…No.”
It was his turn to roll his eyes. “I am well aware of my hulking- your words, not mine- size. It would be easier if you didn’t have to walk to opposite ends of the bathroom when you wanted to reach the other side of my face. It would spare me from craning my neck as well.”
Weighing the logic, she slid herself onto him. His hands made themselves comfortable resting on her hips as he couldn’t contain the mischievous glint in his eye.
With a wet rag, she cleaned the blood. In gratitude, he rubbed her thighs. Kneading out built up tension.
Upon finishing his cheek she moved on to his upper lip. The most difficult area, she thought.
After a minute or so, a wide grin spread across Cassian’s face.
Pulling away, Nesta demanded: “Why are you smiling at me like that?”
“I can’t help it. I like your face like this.” Using the exact words she had uttered earlier that day.
“Like what, pray tell?”
“Your concentrated face. You know, the one where you crinkle your brow? And the tip of your tongue curls over your lip.”
Her eyes narrowed at that. “I don’t make a face.”
“You’re making it right now.”
In denial, she pressed her mouth shut in a hard line.
“It’s adorable.” He insisted, raising a thick eyebrow.
Snorting was her only response.
Fearsome is what I meant to say.” He amended and mockingly bowed his head, though he thought her pout further proved his point. “Positively fearsome.”
Once again lifting the blade, Nesta continued her work. Cassian was no help at all, his hands refusing to be idle and mouth relentlessly teasing.
Cocking her head to the side, she squinted. Examining​ her handiwork. Cupping his jaw, she turned his head to analyze each angle.
Gliding the back of her hand over his near silken gold cheeks, she was satisfied with her accomplishment.
“The Commander managed to survive the most gruesome part,” she announced. “Not without sustaining a battle wound, of course. That should impress the widows.”
“Thank the Mother for our many blessings and miracles. You are a worthy adversary, Emissary.”
Reaching over his wings to the counter, Nesta grabbed for a hot towel.
With a wry smile, she followed through on an impulse.
Gently placing the towel over his face, she smoothed it. Cassian let out a sigh of complete contentment.
Sneakily feeling for his mouth, she pulled his covered face and, with lightning speed, passionately crushed her lips onto his over the terry cloth.
Jumping in surprise, Cassian ripped the towel away and growled. The exact response she had been hoping for.
“After that ordeal, I definitely require to be held in comfort.”
“Illyrians are so dramatic.” She clucked her tongue.
It took half a beat to get on her level.
“You’re not wrong,” he conceded in a drawl.
Holding could come later, she thought.
After all the accumulated teases and flirts, Nesta couldn’t take it anymore. She wanted him now.
“Take off your pants.”
A fire lit in his eyes as he sat up. “I am utterly scandalized at how forward you’ve become. What’s come over you?”
Leaning forward, she inhaled deeply, becoming intoxicated by his aroma. “Take off your pants and get in the shower. I think it’s time for me to fulfill my second promise.”
Lifting her from his lap, he did as she commanded. Throwing his pants across the room and standing stark naked before her.
Nesta took her time looking him over, giving a nod of approval.
Blood rushed southwards and she licked her lips at the sight.
“Cass?” Nesta asked in a low voice that he knew quite well.
At near breaking point, he strained to keep his voice even. “Yes?”
Slowly removing her thin nightgown, testing his patience with each clasp she loosed, she let it fall to her feet. Not breaking eye contact as she kicked it in his direction.
Now it was his turn to look her over. He took his sweet time appreciating every curve. Nearly purring, it became quite apparent that he very much liked what he saw, and exactly what he wanted to do about it.
“Yes?” He repeated himself.
Turning knobs, water began streaming from the ceiling. Though not loud enough to drown out Nesta’s request:

“Keep your wings open.”
Cover Up

Summary: The boys, Cas, and the reader are hunting a demon who is kidnapping girls at a local karaoke bar. The reader is very shy and is in love with Castiel. Late into their case, Dean suggests that the reader should dress up and attempt to seduce the demon at the bar. Something funny happens to Cas during their plan….

Request: The boys (Sam, Dean and Cas) and reader have to hunt a demon down keeping in mind the reader is a shy person but in order to distract the demon she has to sing and seductively dance at the bar they go to, meaning her clothes would be revealing too lmao and the boys especially Cas are in shock when they go out and see that it’s her performing and Cas gets flustered and gets a boner 😂😂😂 I think this would be funny ❤️❤️

Pairing/Characters: Castiel x Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Demon

Word Count: 1602

Warnings: fluff, Cas getting a boner, drinking, language, provocative touching 

A/N: This one was so funny to write hahaha thanks for requesting! Message me if you want to be tagged in my fics :)


“Absolutely not!” (Y/N) shouted at Dean as they sat down in their motel room. Castiel was in the corner, observing as her face flushed in embarrassment. “And it’s even worse that you’re suggesting it, Dean.”

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Star Wars: Episode VII The Force Awakens - Finn & Rey Vs. Kylo Ren [4K 6…

There is NOOOOOOO way that Kylo DOESN’T say ‘Rey’ when she beats him. At 4:29 he says 'Ah’ and at 4:30 he says 'Rey’. You can not only hear him say it, you can clearly see his lips forming the two seperate syllables. This is the best version I’ve seen on youtube, but my Blue Ray and HD tv show it clearly, too. As soon as he says 'Rey’, he gathers himself together and sits up to look at her, his worthy adversary and new obsession. I really don’t understand how people can’t see this on the video, as it’s very clear to me and I wasn’t even looking the first ten times I saw the film. I just happened to really pay attention one day.

ate-wapakels69-deactivated20170  asked:

Wow another ask! Anyway, how would UF main 4 react to human child falling underground and they're blind? But their sniffing and hearing is TOPNOTCH.

i made the mistake of watching a playthrough of “little nightmares” so now all i’m imagining is a baby version of The Janitor - M.M.

Underfell-Sans:

The fact that you always seem to know where he is kind of freaks him out, but he doesn’t point it out. You’re a sneaky little thing, aren’t you? The fact that you can’t see just makes him all the more protective, but seeing you make it through on your own makes him…proud at the same time. You’re a real gem, aren’t you, kid? Well, he’s supporting you from the shadows, pal. & given the Underground’s current state, you’re gonna need it.

Underfell-Papyrus:

The fact that you’ve made it through all his puzzles both confounds & irritates him. You’re blind, he should have captured you by now!! How are you so good at this?! He’s impressed by you, he bitterly admits, & considers you a worthy adversary for him to face-off against. So prepare yourself human, because despite your handicap, the Terrible Papyrus will not show you Mercy!!

Underfell-Undyne:

She’s torn on her objective. You’re blind, but you’ve made it this far, & she still has a duty to take your SOUL. You’ve got a disadvantage, & that just makes you an easier target. But you’re a child. A blind child. The moment you start avoiding her attacks, though, she pulls off the Gloves. You’ve got a SOUL, & she’s got a mission dammit, as bad as it feels–you’re coming with her!!

Underfell-Alphys:

She considers you to be extremely interesting. She’s been watching you this whole time, from her hidden cameras. You’ve made it all the way to Hotland, despite it all. You’re one of the most interesting humans she’s ever met, not that she’s met any. She’s secretly a bit of a fan. You’re strong, you’re smart, & you’re obviously brave, having gotten where you are with such a huge disadvantage. So, cautiously, she agrees to help you through to see the King. She’ll keep her distance, but finally getting to be on your side is…actually kind of exciting.

anonymous asked:

For some reason, Lillian saying "Help me Kara" pulled at my heart strings. Maybe because of the fact that Lillian actually knows who Supergirl is but it really got to me.

They have done a great job adding complexity to Lillian this season. I admit in the beginning I was unsure about how much depth they would give her. After parts from Crossfire and Medusa and then of course, Luthors and everything that happened up to this point, they have done well. And Brenda really does the character justice. It is so important to have a villain be sympathetic or they are just one-dimensional and you mostly just want them gone because they’re boring as opposed to being a menace and/or worthy adversary to our protagonist(s).


There were a couple moments/expressions that stuck out for me with Lillian. First to the main subject of discussion.

Me: 😭
I finally conceded after Exodus that I really do believe that Lillian loves Lena. Is she Mother of the Year? Nah. Does she show her love well? Nah. Does she show her love for Lena in the way she knows how while still keeping a tight grip on her overall goal? Yah. We can’t forget that keeping Lena (and Lex) safe is part of her true motivation in defeating the alien menace, as she would say.

Her ends and means are harsh and amoral. But to her, her cause is just and her feelings for Lena are there somewhere. I don’t really believe that she was just trying to appeal to Kara here by faking her feelings. I do think she meant what she said. And by the next expression:

Me:😒
I think she silently reveals to us that as always, she has a malicious plan. She has two goals in her fight this time. Find and save her daughter and also get rid of Supergirl. And quite frankly, it was a genius play because multiple times this season, we have seen Kara talk to multiple characters about issues regarding their parents – usually their mothers. Even without this specific information logged away, Lillian knows what kind of person Kara is and knows that she will be emotionally invested. So she must show that same kind of investment. At the same time, I cannot help but feel that deep down, Lillian knows that showing up without Supergirl wouldn’t just be difficult in the means of dealing with the Daxamites, but also in the means of convincing Lena to work with her. We saw how Lena was pleasantly surprised and grateful that they were working together. That is until…..

Me: 😢
In this moment, Lena chooses Supergirl over Lillian yet again. Rightfully so, of course, but stay with me. Despite the effort that Lillian calls herself putting in, despite risking her life to save her, Lena still is not convinced that Lillian’s way is the way. The look on Lillian’s face here when she realizes that her daughter is still against her – shock, confusion, anger, even a bit of heartbreak. She really thought she had her. And even though I will always be rooting for Lena to Resist (hehe) her mother’s hateful rhetoric and actions, I still felt for Lillian.

I’m really looking forward to seeing how they work together when they are with Winn on the ship.

Safe Haven

In a lifetime of self-destructive isolation, he became my safe haven.

Characters: Chen x You
Genre: Slice of Life, Angst, Romance
Optional Music: I’m Not Okay - Chen ¸¸.•*¨*•♫

To this day, I still get nightmares about the place I grew up in - a crammed up basement, settled in the back of a two-floored apartment that was illegally rented out by some drug dealers.  One year, they had the judicious idea to build a canopy-like shed to keep the crows from eating away at the hundred-year-old foundation.  And yet, because of that, mornings became night; no light could permeate into the lifeless building.  The only telltale sign of dawn were the chilling footsteps of drug lords advancing toward the alleyway, located right outside my room.  Duck taped windows could only hide so much; I heard everything…from the way they forced a pregnant teen to swallow ten pounds of packaged cocaine to how they had cut off a loaner’s fingers.  

Footsteps…footsteps, I turned in bed to survey my mother, father, and older sister.  They must have heard too.  How could they not?  It wasn’t like I had some super power hearing…and yet, they hide their signs of recognition.  My father fakes a few snores; mother rolls in bed to greet me with her back, and sister murmurs for me to stop making so much noise with my shuffling.  So I hide deep, deep, deep within the comforts of countless layers of my blankets; lying to myself that this darkness, this suffocating feeling is the definition of safety.

We were robbed five times - one of them being my own sister when she turned eighteen and decided to flee away from this illusion of life.  Though, I resented her, deep down, this sense of jealousy gnawed at my soul.  While I still choked under the covers of safety, she was now free to see the light.  

~

“Appa…Omma…Unnie…” I heave in my sleep.  Sweat drops coat my skin, soaking the bed sheets.  I fumble, toss, and turn, drowning in my own sea of darkness.  

After another thirty minutes of self induced asphyxia, I pry away five layers of blankets and jolt upright in bed.  Lungs rasp for air; bloodshot eyes, exposed to light for the first in hours, protests with tears.  

Wet, wet, everything feels wet and soggy and disgusting.    

The ever-haunting footsteps of my nightmare trample my agitated heart.  I slap myself awake and scamper over to the windows, checking every lock, every bolt and nail to comfort myself with a false sense of security.  With the metal bat I had kept beside me in bed, like some precious stuff animal gifted by my ancestors, I tiptoe my way to the living room.  

Windows, closed, locked.  Double checked for security because I knew the metal bars, just barely held up together by four screws, served only the purpose of deterring robberies, not preventing them.  

After a full round of security checks…I checked them once more…just…just to feel safe.

My fingertips glide across the deadbolt lock and I stand there wondering how many more times I was going to unlock it to make sure it was locked.  How…ridiculous

“What am I even doing?” I whisper to myself as my hand falls back to my side and the metal bat, released from my death grip, slowly falls down onto the floor with an unfitting quiet tap.  

My head spins around as I survey my apartment like it’s my first time stepping on these wooden floors.  Not spacious like a rich heir’s loft, not ornate nor bedazzled by interior designers, but it was big compared to that tofu-sized of a home I grew up in.  

But it’s been five years since I moved out…

“What am I even doing?” I repeat, this time with a hint of anger as I straighten up and totter over to the kitchen sink to grab myself a glass of water.  The metal bat drags along the wooden floor, creating a subtle coarse and scratchy sound.  

Ding dong!  Ding dong!

“Who is it?” I ask while hand-combing my hair into a ponytail.  

“Hello, I’m from the insurance agency,” a man’s voice announces from outside.

On my tiptoes, I plant my face against the door to peer through the small peephole and spot a fishbowl preview of a young man dressed in a suit.  

“I didn’t call the insurance company,” I note but begin to undo the five locks.

“Hello, I’m Kim Jongdae, from Safe Haven Insurance,” the agent strikes his hand out and craftily invites himself into my apartment.  He takes a seat down on the living room sofa and pats the seat across from him.

It’s funny how I spent so much effort putting a barricade to protect myself, and yet, so easily I let this stranger traipse through my door.  

“It’s a new year; a new start!” Kim Jongdae giddily introduces as he begins to lay down countless forms, some for me to sign, some just simple spectacles.  He flashes his ID badge at me before hard-selling the life insurance plans, to which I either feign a nod of understanding or stare blankly at his face.

“Why do I need a life insurance plan?” I break his train of overly rehearsed sales pitch to ask.

He pauses for a moment before forcing on a wide smile and answering in cringe-worthy politeness, “It’s so you can feel security in life.”

“Doesn’t the reward come after I die?” I bluntly ask.  It turns Kim Jongdae’s kitty smile into a flattened line.  He realizes that I am not his typical opponent.

“Well…” he adjusts his specs and lowers his head.  When he lifts it back up, his expression is intense and much darker; his stare drills right into my shining orbs as he tries to hypnotize me into submission. Ethos.  Pathos.  Logos.  He brings a palm inches from my face and snaps his fingers.  My pupils dilate.  

On the outside, I am unshaken.  On the inside…

“Don’t you have relatives to protect?” he asks.

In pieces…

“No,” I honestly answer.  

“No?” the hypnotist questions, a little taken aback by my answer.  I am starting to really distinguish myself as a worthy adversary.    

“No, I don’t,” I reply again.  A small smile creeps onto my lips at the sight of his disoriented expression.  Without his permission, I get up from my seat, “Do you want a glass of water?”

Kim Jongdae narrows his eyes; his sight locks onto me as I trudge freely over to the kitchen.  He’s baffled, not by my response but by the ease of how I had escaped from his illusion within mere minutes.  It was a first for the skilled hypnotist.  His gaze follows me into the kitchen and he wonders if I had even fallen into his trap?  

In truth, even before the self-proclaimed insurance agent rang my doorbell, I had spotted him days ago, skipping from one neighbor’s home to the next.  Years of being better-safe-than-sorry taught me to do a little research.  I tap in the logo plastered on his briefcase into Google, which only proved my suspicions that “Safe Haven Insurance” was a made up agency and Kim Jongdae is nothing more than a con artist. – And, his spell had no effect on me because I’d been treated for years, for my insomnia, with hypnotherapy.    

“Here you go,” I politely place a glass of water in front of him.  

His deep gaze continues to observe the most minuscule of my moves, analyzing the details in hopes of finding a weakness to attack me with.  

“Where’s your family?” he takes a short sip of water and lowers his guard to ask.  It’s a question asked out of personal curiosity, rather than with ill intentions.

“Where do I sign?” I avoid his question and instead shoot him one of my own.

His eyes flicker for a split second before he straightens up and points to a blank box on one of the forms.  

“Here, you can put your bank account for the first deposit,” he tries to explain.  Though he expertly hides his nerves, I catch the small crack of his voice.  

“No, it’s fine,” I answer, “I’ll give you cash.”

The con artist freezes in place, puzzled by his prey.  Cash?  That’s even better because there would be no evidence of his crime.  With a smile, I count out the bills and hold it out to him.  He narrows his eyes to question my motive.  One moment, I seem immune to his hypnosis, the next, I am his willing victim?  

Instead of taking my money, Kim Jongdae clears his throat and alerts, “You didn’t fill anyone out for primary beneficiary.” We both know the forms are but printed out lies.  

“I don’t have anyone to fill,” I calmly respond and place the money into his hands.  

His brows only knot tighter.  Something about me perturbs him but he’s not quite sure what.  He feels his pride buckle under my keen observation and he’s rattled by my eagerness.  Was it a trap?  Darkened eyes scan around my home and the handsome visitor notices the suffocating, enclosed, and lonesome space, the tightly shut windows, metal security bars that condemned me to prison, the row of five locks securing the premises from thievery, and the bat that perched at the side of the sofa, just inches from my grasps.  Were my actions a challenge for him to break through this well-thought out barrier?  He feels an odd heaviness build within his chest.  

Kim Jongdae’s once happy-go-lucky image morphs into one of solemnness.  He observes me from head to toe.  I reek of innocence and vulnerability and for some reason, it makes his heart blunder.  His wandering sight lands back onto my opened palms.  

“Then, you were right.  A life insurance plan is unnecessary for you,” Kim Jongdae concludes with an excuse, grabs his briefcase, and heads for the door.  

I dash after him before he’s able to open all the five locks of the front doorway.  My wad of cash is placed safely into his palms.  The handsome young man stares at me in utter confusion.  

“I don’t have anyone left to protect anymore,” I honestly admit, “You have loved ones you want to protect though, right?  That’s why you’re doing what you are doing?” I softly answer his unasked question.  His brow twitches - whether it were touched by my compassion or miffed by my charity, I’m not quite sure.  Without waiting for his response, I turn the doorknob and let him out.  “Thanks for your company today, Mr. Kim!” I chirpily remark before closing the door.  

I thought that’d be the last of him.  He returns two days later - this time, not with a suit and tie or briefcase, but with a black muscle tank hoodie and three boxes in his arms.  Before my brain could stop me, I let him in again.

“Do you welcome strangers into your house, without question, all the time?” Kim Jongdae raises his brow and scoots the large boxes into the apartment with his feet.  “It’s so unsafe.”  

“No, I don’t,” I simply reply.  My eyes roam over his polished physique and raves over his bare muscular arms.  

“It’s unsafe,” he repeats, ignoring my answer.

Without a word, the medium built man skids a blade across the box tops and reveals the contents.  I pout, still wondering what on earth I was…or he was actually doing.  Did I seriously invite him into my house again?  Yet, my heart was placid and calm.

He’s gorgeous…not in your typical flower boy or hot stud way…but gorgeous in the way he looked tough but soft…One side of his head sports a buzz cut so that it emphasizes his smooth side bangs and angled jawline.  Simple tasks, like cutting the boxes, suddenly turns into a performance as he nonchalantly twirls the blade between two fingers.  And…the corner of his lips spoke a language of their own – sadness, bliss, anger, content…all in the centimeter measurement.

In the lonesome world I created for myself, his company suddenly feels like bright shining stars and colorful sprinkles atop a cupcake.

I shake my head.  Was I really attracted to him when I barely knew him?    

“It’s a home security system,” Jongdae mistakes my troubles to be about the contents inside the box.  

He flips through the user’s manual faster than a flipbook.  With a frown, he discards it off to the side and begins to set up the machinery with what he called, “common sense.”  

“This.  This.  This…” he points to the ridiculous amount of locks set up in my house and demonstrates their uselessness by easily prying them open with a pin.  “Useless,” he scoffs and tosses the metal gear onto the floor.  

“Well, normal people wouldn’t pry open someone’s door with a pin,” I shrug.

Jongdae tosses me a pointed look and scoffs again.  “So your ridiculous amount of safety measures is to keep normal people out, but you invite a thief into your house?”  This feeling of transparency is so strange but freeing, especially to Jongdae, who has never openly admitted to anyone about his occupation.  He can’t help but gaze in my direction a moment longer in anticipation for my reaction.    

“I have nothing for you to steal,” I honestly note as I nonchalantly hop onto the kitchen counter, a popsicle stick in one hand, and legs dangling back and forth.  

His eyes flicker for a brief moment and he turns away, now confirming from my lack of shock to be evidence that I had known from our first meeting, that he was a con artist.  

Minding my own business, I open my mouth to welcome the sweetness of my mid-afternoon treat, only, to be intercepted by the foreign male.  Chomp.  He licks the creamy residue from his lips and smirks in pride at his successful mischief.  Despite not having even tasted the ice cream, my small body paralyzes into ice.  Jongdae leans closer to further taunt me.

“Are you sure about that?” he clicks his tongue against his cheek and stares deep into my oscillating orbs.  

“About what?” I manage to rid my befuddled mind away from the attractive man’s dangerous gaze.  The half eaten ice cream drips down my arm.    

“You sure there’s nothing I can steal from you?” he teases, bringing up his hands to mold around my waist.  In one swift stroke, he pins me against the kitchen counter.  “I think there’s a lot a man can steal from a beautiful woman…” I could smell the mint from his breath.  His bangs tickle my forehead.      

“But I don’t think you would,” I cover up my state of shock and earnestly say.  

Or perhaps, I didn’t mind anymore.  After years of trying, trying, trying so hard, at one point you begin to unknowingly self-sabotage.  And perhaps, inviting a thief into my two-decade-old barrier was just an act of self-destruction.

But my answer is enough to break the man’s facade.  His thumb unknowingly strokes the side of my jaw and it’s so calming and sweet amidst such turbulence.  

“I’m a bad person,” he speaks with a sharpness that wavers to sadness toward the end, as if begging for me to counter.  And I do.

“You aren’t.”

“What makes you think that?”  He feels himself losing momentum and surrendering under my acceptance so he grits his teeth and forces himself to wake up from my enchantment.  His large hands grip my smaller ones tighter and he presses his body closer.

“I just don’t think you are,” I firmly state.

My decisiveness aggravates him for reasons he doesn’t even know.

“I’m a thief!” he barks, “I swindled money from yo—“

“But you’re not a bad person,” I bite my lip and respond, “Trust me, I know a bad person from a good one. I grew up around bad people.  You’re a good person.”  Why did my lower lip ripple…and my vision blur?

“You know nothing!” Kim Jongdae harshly dismisses my explanation and tries to prove his point by lowering his face to the croak of my neck, almost forcing me to retaliate and push him away.  Why is he even trying to prove his malevolence - even he isn’t sure?  My defense, on his behalf, is strange to him; he’s so used to being beaten up in alleyways or at least cussed at after being caught.  

“I saw you give the money to the old lady downstairs.  You knew she picks up cardboard boxes and soda cans to fund for her son’s tuition so you helped her,” I reveal my discovery.  Jongdae’s eyes flicker.  From the close distance, they look even prettier than they normally do and I find myself lost in a trance staring into them.

Slowly, his grip on my hands loosens and he straightens himself.  He swallows hard and tries to clear his throat several times as he observes my disheveled state.  Sweat had accumulated along the croak of my neck, where he has rested his lips against earlier.  I stare up at the chandelier lights on my ceiling with my breath still withheld.    

“Foolish girl,” he murmurs and hides the slight upward twitch of his lips by picking up the screwdriver and busying himself with installing the security system.  

It takes me a moment longer to shake off the sudden encounter and sit up straight.  And when I do, I discover myself silently observing this stranger, who felt more familiar to me than my estranged relatives.  Though the situation was rather shocking, I knew with every fiber of my being, that he wasn’t going to hurt me.  If he were going to hurt me, why would he be installing all these mechanisms to protect me?

Sweat trickles down Kim Jongdae’s pronounced cheekbones as he hauls a large and sturdy security gate into my bedroom to replace my faulty “only-good-for-show” one.  Silently, I tail him.  

“Look,” he directs my attention to a metal tab at the bottom of the gate, “Unlock, lock,” he flicks it to demonstrate how it’s only controllable from within the house.  “Green is open, red is lock,” he further explains.  When I simply nod, he tsks, walks over to the doorway, where I had been standing, takes my hand, and tugs me over to try.          

I toggle the switch and he nods in approval.  

“Come here,” he motions for me to follow him into the living room where he had mounted a small tablet onto my coffee table.  I settle down next to him on the sofa.  “I installed a security camera outside your apartment complex and mini ones, one in each room.”

“Even the bathroom?” I raise my brow.

“N-no…not the bathroom,” the master thief stutters for the first time.  A light blush colors his cheeks.  I hide a smile with the turn of my head as Jongdae takes a nervous sip of water.  I forget to tell him that it was my cup.    

“Well, what is that?” I point to a red exclamation mark icon on the upper right of the tablet screen.

“That’s the emergency button.  Press it if you suspect suspicious activity,” he explains.

“Ah, speed-dial for the cops,” I conclude.

He keeps his lips tight.  “You really shouldn’t be living in such a high crime neighborhood alone…” Jongdae shakes his head in disapproval.

“I grew up in a drug lord’s den,” I don’t know why I let secrets about my past slip from my lips but I do.  

The attractive man’s expression softens and he scans my empty apartment again, putting the pieces together as to why I had built such a lonely prison for myself to live in…

“Why did you become a con artist?” my subconscious curiosity questions before I could stop it.  

Jongdae takes the question easier than I expect.  Perhaps, deep down secrets are just tales we all wish someone cared enough to listen to.  After a brief moment to collect his thoughts, he answers, “Because I wanted to be strong and earn enough money to find someone.”

“Find someone?  Who?” I scoot in.

“Someone I owe my life to,” he looks off into the distance, “Someone I wish to protect.”

Patiently, I wait for him to elaborate.  

“She saved my sister and nephew,” he continues but I could tell confronting memories of the past is taking a toll on him so I quickly try to change the topic.

“…How much do I owe you?” I chirp.  

He raises his brow.  I spot a smear of dirt on his cheek and it takes all my energy not to give in to the temptation of wiping it off for him.  

“For all the gadgets you installed for me,” I explain.  

He lets out a soft chuckle and turns his head slightly to the side to hide his gentle smile.  

“Was it really expensive?” I cluelessly ask.  A sparkle ignites in his eyes.  

“10 digits,” Jongdae responds with a mischievous nod.

“10 digits?!” I choke and count with my fingers, “That’s one billion!” My once soft voice rises up three octaves.  "What kind of scam is this?!”

Loud laughter plays like an orchestra recital in the background.  It’s sharp but comforting.  Still, I look at him in utter terror.  $100 is fine.  Heck, I could swallow $1000 to offer my anxiety intoxicated brain with another layer of false sense of security…but $1,000,000,000?!

I reach for my bat.

“One billion, you might as well just take my life!” I snap.

Grinning from ear to ear, Jongdae holds his hand out.  “Phone.”

“Phone?” I raise my brow but hand him my phone.  The metal bat settles back on the side of the sofa.  

He taps the keypad of my device.  A vibration sounds from his pants pocket.  With a kitten smile, he tosses my phone back to me and heads for the door.  

“Chow!” he salutes and swings the front door open.  Automatically, it triggers a high-pitched alarm.  I cringe and am reduced to a huddle as the tech expert cheerfully punches the passcode into the system.  “Oh, forgot to tell you.  The password is 09211992, my birthday,” he chirps.

Knocking my throbbing head, I slowly stand up.  “W-wait…Doesn’t that mean you know the passcode to my house?”

“See you,” Jongdae winks and skips out the door.

“Wait!  Tell me how you change this…” I scurry to open the door, only, to be bombarded by the ear deafening shrill.  “Wait…what..what..was it?” I nibble my fingertips and poke at the keypad.  Kim Jongdae’s laughter echoes down the hall.

Part II.

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Why I don't actually want Ezra to be 'A.D.'

I know, you’d think from my obsession with Ezra’s guilt, that an Ezra as A.D. Reveal would be my dream!

But it’s not.

To put it simply, an A.D. Reveal is too good for Ezra Fitz.

A.D. Is supposed to be some kind of hyper intelligent genius. A mechanically inclined ultimate villain. And that’s what I want. I want our biggest villain of the ‘A’ game to be a really worthy adversary. I want A.D. To be so fucking bad that I low key admire their work. I also want them to have been there since the beginning.

And, honestly, I don’t want to give him that kind of credit. I don’t want him to be validated enough to be an evil genius.

I want them to acknowledge that Ezra is a predator. I want him to suffer. I would really really really love for him to have definitely been working with 'A’. I just don’t think he’s good enough to be the ultimate villain. (He’s the major villain to me cause he’s a fucking predator.)

Though it’s important to say that I think Ian Harding would perform the shit out of his reveal. And that’s why I really really hope he gets some kind of reveal.

She’s a rose with thorns (Thor x Reader) Request

Originally posted by avengers-of-mirkwood

Note: Fluff, Reader is a bomb ready to blow!

Words: 1030

There was a loud explosion that shook the walls of the palace as the servants and maids cried out in alarm. A smirk danced across the lips of the Prince of Asgard as he walked down the hallways towards said noise. People looked to the Asgardian soldier in slight fear as she teleported before flashing her magic sword down onto another stone statue. Debris flew everywhere as the other soldiers looked to the women in shock that she could move so quickly. “Are you having fun while showing off to the others?” Thor asked walking towards her.

“No one desires to spar with me. They are afraid of what I am capable off.” She huffed looking up to Thor who had to suppress a grin at her pouting face. He thought she looked like an Angel with though perfect lips when he looks to her. “I shall spar with you.” He said hitting his fist to his chest with a grin of delight. “But I wanted to take on another.” She said before glaring around to everyone else seeing their eyes widened when they looked anywhere but at her. Thor looked to her before chuckling softly. “What?” She demanded crossing her arms over her chest.

“It would seem I am the only one willing to take on your storm.” He said as she quirked an eyebrow. “Are you sure you want that?” She asked smirking darkly. He found her determination endearing as he nods looking at her when she steps closer to him. “Are you sure you can handle the likes of me?” She asked before teleporting behind him when he caught her sword before she could strike down as he looks to her. “I think I am more than capable enough to ‘handle’ the likes of you.” He gives a wink that makes her face burn up.

Everyone watched in shock as Thor and her began to train together and they both held their own on equal sides. Though Thor hadn’t summoned his hammer to even the plane field when she teleports every now and then to keep Thor on his toes. He always was able to find her movement and stop her from making contact with his skin. He found life within this soldier and she was someone he could rely on whenever they were to face some foe on the battlefield. She was very passionate in her pursuit of things like enemies.

Thor would never tell her that she was ‘adorable’ or anything like that, because that would probably earn him a good slap across the face. As much as he enjoyed her feisty nature he did not desire to be on the receiving end of things. He did have a bond for her that far surpassed a friendship based feelings, but he would never submit to these fantasies. He cared too much for her to even think of speaking about his love for her, but still he acted different when she was around. Honestly he didn’t understand his reasonings for this desires, and wants for her.

(Y/N) panted softly looking to Thor as he grins excitedly while a few scrapes and bruises litter both of their bodies. “You are indeed a worthy adversary.” He said looking at her as she chuckles softly. “Thank you my Lord.” She said when she winces softly. “Come, let us travel to the healing chambers.” He said wrapping her arm around his shoulders when he placed a hand around her waist. He held her up as they walked into the palace as people wearily looked to the childhood friends when she bit her lip softly.

“Thor.” She said gently as he helps her onto the bed when he looks to her. “Yes?” He asked taking a seat on the edge of the bed. “Why aren’t you afraid of me like the others?” She asked looking at him as his eyes widened. “I could ask you the same question.” He chuckles. “Thor, I am very serious about this.” She said looking hurt as he frowns softly. “I do not know, I mean you are very noble when sent into battle. You can always take charge whenever things are rough. You are one of the greatest soldiers I’ve had on my side.” Thor said smiling softly.

(Y/N) was silent for a moment watching his face for any signs that he could be lying when suddenly she smiles back. “Thank you my Lord,” She says gently. “But why are others afraid?” She asked frowning again. “You have a bold personality, much like my own. You always have the powers of teleportation my dear and that in itself is terrifying.” He chuckles making her chuckle with him. “Are you saying that you and I are the same?” She asked looking at him when his face brightens slightly when he rubs the back of his neck.

“Well, I mean.. I could see how similar we are. Always fighting for the rights of others. Very bold not matter how gruesome the end result may be.” He said as she sat up watching him. He looked towards the door clearing his throat gently. “I desire to know what the healers are doing that it takes so much time to travel here.” He said changing the subject when she placed her hand onto his cheek watching him in silence when he looked into her eyes. “Thor, talk to me. Something is wrong. What is it?” She asked as he swallowed looking down to the ground.

Thor stood up as she looked up to him when he took her hand gently into his own. “The actual reasonings behind why I’m not afraid is I find your tantrums and outbursts that make your eyes crinkle at the sides the most adorable thing to ever greet my presence.” He grins down before he places a passionate kiss onto her lips gently when her eyes widened as she looked up to him as he pulled away. “I guess I am in love with you.” He said before her entire face flustered in a dark red hue before she started beating on Thor’s chest as he laughed. “THOR!!” She exclaims blushing harder.

Requested by: @bluenekox3

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Author’s Note: I’m so sorry that it took so long! I hope you liked it! :D Next request is Bucky! YAYYYYYY!!!

finale

katakura kojuro x mc (unnamed)

a/n: so this could have gotten really angsty. but it’s not the right time of the month for me and angst, so we’re gonna have to reschedule on that. this one is for @han-pan who wanted prompts 12 and 25 – "if you come near me, I swear I will kill you" and “we always have a choice.” @jemchew​ and @demon-princess-anastasia

There is a battle raging behind him, but he can hear no sound except for the sound of unsheathing swords, and heavy, ragged breaths.

It is one against one, just beyond the battlefield. He does not often break formation, but allowing this man to escape was not an option; if he were a part of a more sinister plan, splitting off, then Kojuro would rather be safe than sorry.

“If you come near me, I swear I will kill you,” Kojuro threatens, but the man only smiles, as if he knows something Kojuro does not. It leaves him feeling sick, but he only narrows his eyes to glare at the enemy, prepared to do whatever he has to to end this.

War is a terrible, terrible chaos, but this is a dance in which neither moves. They size each other up, and he sees the veins in the man’s arm fit to burst, his chest heaving. There is already blood leaking out of his armor on his left — if Kojuro can just strike him one more time, he is certain the man will go down easily—

Except that it never happens.

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  • ADVENT Lancer: ‘Tis but a scratch!
  • XCOM Ranger: A scratch? Your arm’s off!
  • ADVENT Lancer: No, it isn’t.
  • XCOM Ranger: What’s that, then?
  • ADVENT Lancer: [after a pause] I’ve had worse.
  • XCOM Ranger: You liar!
  • ADVENT Lancer: Come on, you pansy!
  • [More fighting and the Ranger’s cut off both of the Lancer’s arms]
  • XCOM Ranger: Look, you stupid bastard, you’ve got no arms left!
  • ADVENT Lancer: Yes I have.
  • XCOM Ranger: Look!
  • ADVENT Lancer: It’s just a flesh wound!