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Soulmate AU: Soulmates Get Reincarnated with Their Memories Usually Intact

P/N = Previous Life’s Name

The images were usually very fragmented and fuzzy for you but if you focused hard enough and just long enough, you could make them out.

It was the 70s, you were in a hospital bed, and you could see his silhouette. He was tall yet the furthest thing from intimidating, even as he stood over you, saying something. You could never really make out exactly what the words were, but judging by the tone of concern that surrounded them, you could tell that they were words of worry. Maybe even a light scolding. You felt his hands cup your face and his lips pressed to your forehead. If you looked down, you’d see that your leg was in a large cast.

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Joël: Hey, dude. Are you back home now?

He forces himself to keep his voice neutral. Anita doesn’t raise her eyes from her screen. Joël is not fooled for one second. He knows that she is absorbing as if by osmosis every nuance of expression that passes over his face, committing to memory every vibration of his voice, every subtle change in his body temperature and probably in the rhythm of his heartbeat too. He stares at the phone in his hand, willing himself not to lay it on the table, not to wipe his sweaty palms on the legs of his pyjama pants.

Roy: Yep. We flew in last night.

Joël: We? 

Roy: Me and Sonia and Bunty. Bunty’s going to be enjoying a nice restful stay at The Oaks for the next 6 weeks. I’m just leaving there now. And you wouldn’t believe it, freaking Sonia turned up the Olds’ place for a surprise visit the second night I was there! Surprise was an understatement, dude. Turns out she had a massive attack of the guilts and wanted to work on our marriage after all. I nearly had a heart attack. Not least because I’d arranged a date with Claudia the following evening. I was shitting bricks, dude.

Joël: Claudia? You mean M-

He almost says ‘Megan’s friend Claudia’. He knows that any mention of Megan will shatter Anita’s artificially calm demeanor like a crystal glass under a sledgehammer. He swallows and tries again.

Joël: You mean Claudia with the amazing rack? That Claudia?

Anita arches one eyebrow. He gets up from the table under the guise of feeding Brutus.

Roy: Yeah. I’m getting misty-eyed just thinking about it. Anyway, because I’m the man, I managed to turn what could have been a complete disaster into one of the best nights of our lives. All three of us. You know, I never realised how versatile the chicks were in our home town, dude. Damn. 

Joël: Wait. What do you mean, versatile? Are you saying what I think you’re saying? Jesus Christ. I hate you more than I’ve ever hated anyone in my life right now.

Roy: It’s my world, baby. You’re just here to bask in my awesomeness. Hey, do you want to meet me for lunch so I can give you all the filthy details? I think I can swing an hour between meetings.

Joël: I don’t think so, dude. I’m kind of busy today. Anita and i are looking at houses.

There’s a 5 second silence. 

Roy: Did you say Anita? You and Anita are back on? And looking at houses?

Joël: Not only that, she wants to get married.

Roy: Dude, you don’t have any money. You can’t do shit. 

Joël: Anita has money. 

Roy: So basically you’re going to be Anita’s sugar baby? Just when I thought your life couldn’t get any more pathetic, you sink to whole new depths. Congrats, dude. Anyway, I’ve got to go. I’m running late. Some of us actually have to work for a living, you know. We’re not all free-loading parasites spongeing off our sugar mamas. Later, you worthless piece of shit.

Anita: Was that Roy? How is he?. 

Joël: I think he may have been slightly miffed that I couldn’t have lunch with him. 

Lena knows kara’s supergirl, so she keeps saying increasingly dirty things about supergirl to Kara under the guise of ‘girl talk’.

Until finally

Lena: …have you ever thought about what supergirl could do with that super-speed? Oh, and I wonder if she can control her heat vision, I mean, I’ve used candle wax a few times, but that…or the ice breath, I bet that would feel amazing on my…

Kara, swallowing heavily: I….yes….I’m Supergirl…

anonymous asked:

What are your favorite things about Jean?

How long do you have, anon?

Here are just a few things I really like about Jean, in no particular order :)

  1. His face is cool! I know I’ve been getting into some “discourse” (as we say here on The Tumblr xD) about Jean’s looks recently, but those are some nice angles on his face! And I really do love his “bad guy” eyes ;)
  2. He cares about individual humans and has some kind of ethical code he tries to stick to as much as possible (even as he says stuff like “I’m only looking out for number one, I swear!”). I appreciate that a lot.
  3. I love that he’s honest. I was suspicious of it a first (because we all know those guys who just say mean things under the guise of “honesty”) but he is really committed to trying to understand the world and to speak uncomfortable truths. He’s also honest about himself and his own shortcomings–you can really trust Jean.
  4. He’s smart! I will fight people over this. He keeps up with Armin; he even fills in for Armin for a bit when Armin needs a little time to come up with another strategy in the battle for Shiganshina–he can never replace Armin (just like Armin can never replace Jean), but he definitely knows what he’s doing.
  5. He’s empathetic. You don’t think he’s going to be when you start reading–it slowly dawns on you. First he’s helping Connie up, then he’s comforting Armin after a series of traumas, then he’s struggling with killing other humans, and then he’s helping Eren work through his depression after the events of the Reiss chapel … and he does each of these things in ways that are unique to the person he’s assisting! It’s so great!
  6. He’s flawed. While I don’t fault him for his self-preservation instinct and I think it (as Marco says) has real value for him and the people he leads, its also something he could take too far (as in the training arc). He’s also contrary and crass, which creates distance between him and others. And sometimes he freezes up when a situation just gets too stressful (though he usually recovers quickly). Yet these are shortcomings which he recognizes about himself and that he works on a bit over the course of the series–but I also like that he keeps some of these as well? Like Jean wouldn’t be Jean if he didn’t occasionally tease people.
  7. Jean cares about his friends and comrades. He joins the SC to protect them, I think that’s great.
  8. He encouraged Historia to punch Levi in chapter 69. I think that’s wonderful.
  9. He was the kind of twelve year-old kid who would point out when he thought another kid was using empty rhetoric by calling them “eloquent.” He was THAT twelve year-old.
  10. He has an impeccable sense of style! His fedora and coat are top-notch. 

I think I’ll stop the list there for now because it’s getting late and I really have to sleep xD Thanks for the note, anon! And let me field this question out to my followers as well: what are your favorite things about Jean?

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Mitsuru, Samon, Kiji and Kenshirou reacts to they fall in love in female prisioner.


- Handles it the best out of the four.

- Schedules visits with them so they can hang out.

- Visits their cell even though he is not suppose to. Hajime owed him one so he keeps quiet, It does keep Mitsuru out of his… hair.

- Master at flirting. They will know he is interested.

- Throws subtle hints to them over the announcements.

- Start blasting love songs over the P.A system. It was cute… Until they hear Hajime forcefully taking the Mic away from him. 

- Blows them kisses as he passes their cell.

- When the New year fight breaks out, he is panicked looking for them.

- When he finds out they are alright he runs up to them and gives them a huge kiss on the lips, not caring who is watching. 


- Is in constant denial.

- His face is red because it is hot outside, not because he is flustered.

- “It is a beautiful day” “Yes, you are… I MEAN TOTALLY BEAUTIFUL DAY HAHAHA IM GONNA GO NOW!”

- Trains them, even if they are not too excited about it.

- He says its because he wants to make sure they can defend themselves if something ever happens.

- Totally not because its his only way he can hold them.

- Asks his fanboys (Upa, Liang, and Qi) to look after you if he isn’t there.

- They know he is in love with them so they make sure no one messes with them.

- Taunt him by getting a frozen treat and eatting it without biting it, if you get what I mean ;).


- Boi keeps falling for the wrong people.

- Tries to keep his crush on the warden, better that then admit he has fallen for a prisoner.

- Starts to avoid them but cannot handle it, he realizes how hopeless this is.

- Runs his hands through their hair under the guise of trying to get something out of their hair.

- Daydreams about what it would be like to be in a normal relationship with them.

- Thought that them being a prisoner is the worse possible scenario. Turns out them not being one is the worse.

- As their time comes, he starts to get mopey. Part of him wishes something would happen so they would be forced to stay. But he knows they deserve a normal life.

- Ends up escorting them out of the prison. Right when they were about to leave he stops them and asks them out. There was now no reason for him to not be with them.

- Unless they said no. This would cause him to spiral into depression and refuse to ever love again since all it did was bring him pain.

- I like a happy puppy so lets say they said yes.


- Gives them clothes so they can wear matching outfits.

- Does their makeup since he obviously knows what would look best on them.

- Gives them a slight kiss on their shoulder, leaving a lipstick mark. It would be someplace they could hide it though.

- Asks them how he looks every day. Gets really giddy if they compliment him. Anything less would cause him to spend hours in front of a mirror trying to figure out what he did wrong.

- If Trois and Honey was getting too close to them he would mess up their hair so they would go run and fix it. Doesn’t let on though that he was jealous.

- Gets upset when other guards are around. He has to make sure he treats them like a normal prisoner when other guards are around. 

- Any changes they made to their looks, not matter how small, he would notice. 

- “Trying out a new shampoo? Your hair is so soft today darling~”

I think I know what littles remind me of

Remember the fairly odd parents? Well, there was an episode where these were introduced…

The Gigglepies. Disgustingly saccharine and adorable, these little fucks did everything to spread their products across the planet they arrived on. Much like littles, except they put their stuff in tags they shouldn’t touch. 

However, since this is under the guise of being cute and sweet (like littles, again), they are able to get away with it. (No word on littles using hypnotism, but you get what I mean.) Since others are convinced they’re innocent, they’ll defend them at any cost.

In the event a little is called out, the cuteness and innocence is dropped, and they go into an aggressive state, and will attack the antis involved. Many antis are CSA survivors, yet the littles have no sympathy for those who bash DD/LG. There have been instances of littles going way too far to get back at antis. This can be in the form of doxxing, suicide baiting, anon hate, submitting gore, so on and so forth. 

However, in the end, it is revealed that the Gigglepies are made of manure. You could take this literally and say that littles are full of shit, or go for a more metaphorical route. The cuteness and innocence is there to cover up the themes of simulated CSA, as well as using pedophilic terms in their kink. 

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Awkward: An EgoBang Fanfic.

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Summary: They go in for a hug, it turns into a kiss, it gets awkward, makeouts occur.

“Oh, my god, dude. You’re fucking killing me with this.”

Arin’s moustache twitched upwards slightly as he smirked, watching Danny ball himself into a makeshift fetal position on the couch out of the corner of his eye.

“C'mon, man. It’s not that scary.”

“… I feel as though you and I do not always operate on the same wavelength.”

The pair guffawed as Arin casually directed the in-game character down a lengthy hallway that gradually grew darker and worsened in condition. With every quick step, Arin felt the large mountain of blankets beside him quiver more and more evidently.

“You alright, man?”

“No, I’m not alright! We’re playing a fucking horror game - with which our lovelies will be aware … I do not have the greatest relationship.”

Arin snorted. “S'not scary. This is just walls and shit.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of.”

Arin rested the controller on his knee and turned to look at his best friend. Danny hiked his knees up to his chest and glanced back in mild confusion. There was a short silence.

“Silly. You can’t be afraid of walls.”

“I’m not afraid of walls, you putz. I’m afraid of what’s behind them. Or, in this case, what’s potentially several metres of darkness away.”

“You heard it here first, Grump kingdom! Daniel Avidaniel is scared of walls.”

“Do not tell them that!”

The next three minutes and forty-one seconds dragged by in agony for Dan. Arin seemed relatively nonplussed about the whole affair - which made the sting of the first jumpscare particularly painful.

“… and then maybe you could – AAAAAAAHHHHH OH MY GOD WHAT WAS THAT?!”

Arin shrieked, first with fear, then mostly with laughter as Danny’s expression erupted into one of pure terror before completely submerging himself in his heap of blankets.

“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!” Danny screamed from beneath his safe haven of fleece. Arin attempted to get out an answer between laughs, but he’d already fallen off the sofa and was convulsing hilariously on the carpet.

Danny stayed beneath his blanket, heart racing, face hot, eyes stinging with the beginnings of tears. Goddamnit, he wished Arin would listen. Just once.

Several hours after they’d wrapped up the episode - Arin breathless from laughter and Danny begrudgingly chuckling along with him - the Grump office had grown quiet. Danny thought he was the only one left in the building.

He didn’t have to be. He could have left with the others when they did, but he’d insisted on catching up on some songwriting while the place was quiet.

He’d lied, of course. To an extent. He had his notebook splayed out in his lap. There were scrawled working titles for songs and broken lyrics scattered across the pages and the occasional drawing of a penis that Brian had added when he knew Danny was most definitely still looking.

But the pages hadn’t been updated in weeks. Danny was struggling, and he wasn’t in the mood for writing now. Not after proverbially shitting his pants again in front of several thousand lovelies and his best friend. Who had laughed at him.

Danny’s stomach lurched with embarrassment. God, he felt like such an idiot. Arin was his best friend, but he’d always felt inferior. Arin had tons of other friends. Cool friends. Like Mark, who was muscular and handsome and worshipped Arin, despite being something of a YouTube god himself. Like Ross, who was an asshole but knew exactly what to say to make Arin laugh for centuries. Like Jon, who was rarely ever around but that dynamic they’d shared never really left and whenever they met up it was just like old times.

They were all so cool.

Danny knew he wasn’t good enough. Not for him.

“… Dan? You still here?”

Danny drew a sharp and shaky intake of breath as the deep familiar voice rebounded off the walls of the almost-empty building. Before he could answer, Arin pushed the crack in the doorway further open and stepped into the recording room.

“Oh, hey. Uhh, did I leave my keys in here? I got all the way back to the house and –”

“They’re over there.”

Danny gestured vaguely towards a shelf located behind the television. Arin noticed a glint of metal.

“Awesome, man. Thanks, I –”

He paused, noticing Danny hadn’t looked at him once the entire 15 seconds he’d been in the office. Danny was attentive. He loved eye contact. He liked letting you know he was listening to you and that you mattered. Arin always loved that about his friend.

“Hey. Uhh. You okay, man?”

Danny stared at the uninspiring pages of his notebook, unsure what to say.

“Uhm. Yeah. I’m alright. Just tired and stuff, y’know.”

Arin exhaled. He knew what was up.

“Sorry about the game, man. I know you don’t like ‘em. I just thought that maybe we should play one to stop the fans from freaking out because it’s Halloween next week.”

“Yeah, no. I get that. I’m just a total puss. It’s fine, honestly.”

“You gonna look at me and say that?”

Danny sighed and went to meet the eyes of his best friend. Before he could even focus on the colour of them, Arin dove forward and swept him up in a strong but warm hug. Danny blinked, giggling at the sudden gesture of kindness but reciprocating his friend’s actions, wrapping his own wiry arms around Arin’s broad shoulders.

“Arin … I don’t think this counts as me looking at you.”

Arin shifted his body as he went to kiss him jovially on the cheek and Danny went to make a quick joke but his words trailed off as Arin’s mouth accidentally pressed against his own. By reflex, his lips puckered slightly before both pairs broke apart almost immediately with that kinda gross but kinda sexy kissing noise.

“… I … oh my god.”

“Oh my god.”

Arin cast his eyes down to Danny’s notebook, too nervous to meet his gaze. Usually, the two would have giggled childishly at something like that. But something felt wrong.

“Shit, man. I … I’m really sorry, that was …”

“No. Wait. Don’t.”

Danny’s mind was wild with ideas right now. Ideas he shouldn’t be having. He didn’t want Arin to leave. Not after that. He wanted him to kiss him again. That couldn’t have been an accident. But at the same time, that’s exactly all it could have been. He wanted to feel that again. For real. But how?

“I … Maybe we should try that again.”

Arin blinked.

“Dude. I’m married.”

“No, dude, I … I know. I’m not trying to be a homewrecker here or anything. I just … Maybe it would help me write some more songs.”

Arin stared at him.

“Hear me out. It’s … it’s new. It’s different. It’s something we’ve never really done before. It doesn’t have to mean anything. Maybe my brain just needs something different. Couldn’t hurt, right?”

Danny couldn’t believe he was saying these things out loud. And to Arin, of all people! What was he even thinking? He was asking his best friend - his married best friend - to make out with him under the guise that it would somehow be inspirational.

“I … Alright.”

“… wait, seriously?”

Arin shrugged. “I know how much your writing means to you, man. If it helps you get some weird ideas that’ll sell you some albums, I can get down with that.”

Danny beamed. Arin was a big goofy cinnamon roll and he loved him.

“… thank you. I, oh god … I don’t know how we’d start this, uhm –”

His words were cut off by Arin cupping both hands round the sides of his angular face and pulling him forward into a very warm and very wet kiss.

Danny squeaked with surprise, but found himself melting into his best friend’s mouth more quickly than he’d anticipated. This was real. This was happening. He was kissing Arin. Arin Hanson. His best friend. Oh, god yes.

Danny’s hand reached up and gently caressed the side of Arin’s face. The guy was a good kisser. No wonder Suzy stuck around, he jokingly mused to himself, smiling as the younger man’s moustache tickled at his own stubble. His upper lip would probably be sore after this but he didn’t care. Arin’s lips were soft and full and warm and gentle and he was kissing him and oh god, was this real?

Danny gasped lightly as his best friend’s tongue darted in to meet with his. Yes. This was real.

Any inhibitions the two men had started out with dissolved rapidly in minutes as Arin pushed Danny slowly onto his back, pinning one of his wrists up by his unruly hair in a subtle but gloriously arousing display of dominance.

Danny let out a whimper as their lips broke apart and Arin began kissing at his neck, pecking teasingly along his chiselled jawline and Adam’s Apple. Oh my god, this was perfect. This was so perfect.

His lips moved upwards, kissing along his cheek and breathing hotly into his ear which drove Danny insane with closeted lust. Arin appeared to be enjoying this too - as he moved upwards to bury his face in Danny’s 'fro, he found his neck on the receiving end of the Jewish’s man’s lips and let out a deep rumbling noise of enjoyment which only caused the blood in Danny’s body to circulate further and faster. He wanted this to last forever.

The next few minutes were a blur of kisses and moans and heavy breaths and filthy thoughts that eventually dissipated into shocked mutual laughter. Arin chortled until he couldn’t support his weight any more and collapsed, resting his head on Danny’s chest, his mouth glistening with the remnants of their impromptu passion.

“Shit, dude. That was actually pretty fuckin’ good.”


“Yeah, man. You’re good at that. You ever kissed guys before?”

“Never seriously.”


Arin eyed the soft fabric on Danny’s shirt, reading the faded print as he collected his thoughts.

“So … you still straight?”

Arin stiffened. Was he? He thought so. But things were different now.

“Yeah. I mean, I’m still married. Obviously not giving that up. I’m definitely still into girls.”

“But guys are okay too, huh?”

“… I guess.”

Danny smiled, his understanding only marginally tinged with sadness. The two lay in silence for a few minutes, Arin listening peacefully to the sound of his friend’s heartbeat while Danny tenderly toyed with the wedding bang on Arin’s finger.

“So … did you get any new song ideas yet, or …?”

Danny giggled. “Not right now, but maybe a few more minutes of awkward pillow talk and I’ll have an album.”

The two laughed raucously, still dumbfounded at what they’d actually gone and done. They’d known from the get-go that their friendship was destined to be an eventful one, but this was never an outcome they had considered.

After a few more minutes of watered-down embarrassment and quick retorts, Arin propped himself up so he could get a better look at Danny.

“Hey. You ,uhh, wanna brainstorm some more? I … I think I got a couple ideas.”


Why Noctuna is creepy as fuck: The road to hell is paved with good intentions

SPOILERS for everything below

I alluded earlier that I was not a fan of Noctis/Lunafreya throughout the game, and I would like to now explain why. Note that I have a much longer and less bitchy 20 page essay on this. You can read it here.

Now, some people are angry about the ship because of many different reasons. One is that they met only for a brief period of time when they were children, and never once as adults. Another was that Luna is 4 years older than Noctis. Other people think that it has to do with the fact that Luna had her characterization slashed away.

And while some of those have merit, and some don’t (seriously the age thing is stupid), that isn’t why I despise the shit out of this ship and everything it stands for. 

I do not hate the characters. I like Lunafreya’s characterization in Kingsglaive and I wish she had been given some fleshing out in the game. Maybe had they given a basic grasp of her characterization and hardships with the choices she made, maybe I could understand.

Note: This is NOT an attack against those who ship this pairing. I have no issue with you, and I wish you all the happiest of times shipping whatever you like. Enjoy fandom, this isn’t an attack on you whatsoever. This is my opinion on why Square-Enix dropped the ball and created a dangerous relationship.

Also note that just because I write slash does NOT mean I do not like het ships in Final Fantasy. I had no issue with Rinoa/Squall, Yuna/Tidus, Zidane/Garnet, Snow/Serah, etc. No issues whatsoever. I have an issue with this ship in particular.

Note: Massive Spoilers

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The Love Square: Chapter 5

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Pairing: Ladynoir

Summary:  She wasn’t sure when she’d starting falling for her partner, but the revelation one day made Marinette extremely uncomfortable.

Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four

Note: This is a long chapter and part plot, part filler fluff. The next chapter will be when things really pick up. I’m thinking there will probably be like, seven chapters total? 

“Tikki?” Marinette called out from her bed, a couple nights later. Normally the kwami was fast asleep in a makeshift bed on her night table, but she woke up to find her small friend nowhere near her. “Where are you?”

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anonymous asked:

Wait..I'm so confused? Why do Europeans called hawks buzzards? I mean even if they have buzzard hawks thats still a type of hawk right? seems backwards to me

Originally posted by boldlygiffing

come on guises. I cant have followers who honestly think the american way has to be the right way… But let me stop judging and start correcting. 

Buteo is latin for buzzard. And you know who are classified as Buteo?




So Buzzard = Hawk

You know whats not a buzzard


THAT is a vulture. Vultures and buzzards are not that same thing. Besides the obvs physical difference in the fact that Vultures are huge in comparison. Vultures also scavengers that eat carrion(dead things) while Buzzards are birds of prey and choose to kill their own food.

So Buzzard ≠ Vulture

Why do Americans call them buzzards then? Back time of the British colonists. England has no vultures, so when the settlers arrived, they called any large soaring bird a buzzard. Now, hundreds of years later, the words “buzzard” and “vulture” are still often used as synonyms in American English. 


“What the hell are you doing here?

Usually the Bennett witch’s Saturdays were quite peaceful relaxing. She was enjoying an anfternoon read until she heard a knock on the door. She wasn’t expecting any company. Her friends knew her Saturdays were sacred. So who could it be?

The question was clearly answered seeing the uninvited guest sitting on her porch swing. A Mikaelson.

“What? No happy tears of joy or a hug for an old friend?”

“No.” Bonnie said plainly. “What do you want?”

Klaus stood from the porch swing to stand in front of the Bennett beauty. “You know this hostility -”

“What do you want, Klaus?” The witch was becoming quickly annoyed. She didn’t want him here, in her space, in her life, none of them. She was done dealing with the Mikaelson family. “I’m won’t ask again.”

The playful grin on the hybrid’s face disappeared instantly. He stared down at his black boots only inches away from Bonnie’s bare feet. All the sudden he felt nervous being in front of her. He didn’t know what to say to her. Correction- he knew what to say, he just didn’t know how to ask it. With the way their relationship ended, how could he dare fix his mouth to ask for a favor.

Bonnie was angry with him and his siblings. She was rightfully just for her wroth and spite with them. What they did was unforgivable but it was the only way to keep their little witch safe. 

“I know…” Klaus started. “I know I have no right to stand here in front of you.”

“You don’t.” Bonnie agreed harshly. 

“”I understand.” He nodded. “I understand.” He repeated again as he finally found the nerve to look at Bonnie in the eyes unwavering. “But I need your help.”

Klaus watched the annoyance drain from Bonnie’s face and contorted into unadulterated hatred. His dead heart plummeted to his stomach, soaking up its acidity. This was a bad idea.

Though Bonnie was shaking with rage, she was able to keep her voice leveled. “I want you off my porch, Klaus.”

“Bonnie, please! It’s E -”

“I want you off my porch…now.” Her lips begin to tremble and her hand on the doorknob was aching from how tightly she was holding onto it. “I want you off my porch…and I don’t ever want to see you or anyone from your family ever again.” Bonnie stood behind the door. “Let this be the last time we see each other.”

Without waiting for his answer, the Bennett closed the door in Klaus’ face. Her back slouched against the door trying to calm her breathing. She inhaled and exhaled slowly through her nose. The steady practice she found wasn’t working since she could still feel the hybrid presence outside her door still on her porch.

“Go away, Klaus.”

“Bonnie, you have to listen to me.”


“If you really wanted me off your porch, I would have been already flying across your lawn by now.” He leaned close into the door as if he was whispering in the witch’s ear. “And if you hated me as much as you think you do, I would have met my final death soon as I stepped a foot on your stone pathway.”

Klaus hurriedly leaned away from the door as it suddenly swung open with a furious Bennett witch filling the doorway with her murderous aura. The Original took in the eerie malachite eyes glow as black veins protruding around her face and neck. He knew then that this was probably a bad idea.

“The only reason you’re not incinerated to ash beneath my feet is because your daughter would be fatherless!” Bonnie stepped out her house and a wave of magic slammed into Klaus full force. He stumbled backwards feeling the copious amount of power from the tiny witch. This was definitely a bad idea. “I care for Hope and as much it sickens me that she have a manipulative and heartless prick of a father like you, I would never take you away from her.”

Witch and hybrid stared intensely at each other both seething with anger. Klaus was the first to break the deafening silence.

“I know my family and I hurt you and you want nothing to do with us…” He took a much needed breath. “But I ask you as my friend…” Klaus carefully placed his hands on her shoulders. Bonnie was tense but she not remove his hand. “…as my sister…help me bring Elijah home.”

Bonnie stared at Klaus closely. He was sincere she could tell and that made it hurt even worse. She definitely didn’t need this. “Why?” Bonnie questioned. “Why me? I’m sure you have other witch’s at your disposal.” She sneered. 

“We do.” Klaus admitted. “And we tried and none of them could find him.”

“Why? Is there another witch cloaking him?” What kind of mess they get themselves into now. 

“Yes.” Bonnie arched her brow waiting for him to continue. “Tristan and his sister -”

“You mean your psycho red headed lover?” 

“His sister, “ Klaus grimaced. “Dug up some elder witch from who knows where and rooted us in the compound while Elijah went to talk to Tristan about the whereabouts of Lucien’s witch.”

Bonnie remember fleetingly about the Originals first children along with the special witch of Lucian. She met her once and she didn’t like the wench. Something about her rubbed Bonnie the wrong way. 

“What’s so special about Lucien’s witch?” Klaus was about to answer until Bonnie held up her hand to stop him. “On second thought, I don’t want to know.” Klaus frowned hearing the void of emotions laced in her voice. “So, Tristan and Aurora have Elijah somewhere where he is magically cloaked and you need me to find him.”

“I thought to give it a try. Since you are his -”

“Do you really want to finish that sentence?” Her malachite colored irises rotated left creating four small gold-like petals around her pupils. Klaus remained silently watching the majestic irises rotate right making the petals disappear.

“I would appreciate your help.”

“Yeah? Well, I would have appreciated if you didn’t ruin my Saturday with your Mikaelson nonsense.”

Klaus only shrugged unashamed. “I would have called, but we both know that’s not particularly my style.” A small smile tugged at his lips.

Bonnie returned the small smirk knowing what he said was true. The smile to Klaus’ disappointment didn’t last long as he wanted. He missed it. The smirk disappeared at the same time of her monstrous guise reverting back to her normal appearance.

“I will help you find, Elijah.” She turned away from Klaus back in her house.

“Thank you.”

When Bonnie was inside the warmth of her home, she glanced her shoulder, eyes distant and cold. The look startled the hybrid. Looking closely he could see the hurt and ire for he is his family shining through. Though she was helping Klaus save his brother, it didn’t mean everything was okay between them. Things would never be the same. He knew this, but he couldn’t help but hope.

“After I find Elijah, all contact between me and the Mikaelsons will cease.” She said said seriously. “Don’t ever come back here, Klaus. Not to say hi or sure as hell not to ask for a favor.” Klaus stood letting her words wash over him. “If you do…I’ll ignore the fact I’ll be breaking a little girl’s heart.”


The flight from Portland to New Orleans was uneventful. Clear skies all the way through. When Bonnie stepped off the plane, she immediately felt the connection to NOLA strum to life again. It was a wild rush and fire in her veins. While in the cab, her face was planted on the window. She forgotten how colorful it was and how the music serenaded every corner of every street. She missed her home.

However, soon as the cab pulled up to the Mikaelson compound she felt her rage churn again inside her. This wasn’t home. This was her grave. Walking inside her rage only grew being in their space. Why did she come back?

“Bonnie …”

The Bennett witch turned around facing the female Mikaelson. “Freya.”

The witch came from around the table to stand in front of Bonnie. “How um…how are you?” Freya was beside herself. She missed Bonnie terribly. It was good to see her sister again. “I heard you moved to Portland.”

“I did.” Bonnie looked around the living space then back at Freya. “Where are we setting up?”

Freya inwardly flinched from Bonnie’s curt tone but grinned anyway. She had to remind herself she had no right to be hurt. “Follow me.”

Bonnie followed Freya into the study where Hayley holding Hope, Klaus, Marcel, Kol with Davina by his side, and Finn. The air escaped Bonnie seeing her once family standing in front of her. It felt odd and maddening.

Bonnie opened her mouth to speak but ended up being gathered in the young hybrid’s arms.

“I missed you." 

Bonnie heard her ex-friend voice break mid-way. Awkwardly she hugged her back. She honestly didn’t know how to feel. Correction - she knew she was beginning to feel overwhelmed.

Over Hayley’s shoulder she saw Davina coming towards them with a smile on her face and hope in her young eyes. "Hi, Bonnie.”

The witch frowned. “Hello, Davina.” Bonnie wiggled to let herself loose from Hayley’s grip. 

Hayley pulled herself away as she wiped her tears away. “I thought you would be riding with Klaus.”


Hayley deflated a bit but didn’t let feeling unwelcome by her friend bother her. “Thank you for doing this, Bonnie. Even though you didn’t have to -”

“I know.” Bonnie moved past Hayley and the hybrid swore she felt a cold chill come from her.

Davina stared at the witch’s back. “Bonnie -”

“I need a map and a blade.”

Davina bit her lip. She needed to say this. “Bonnie, I just wanted to tell you I’m sorry. I’m so s -”

“I need a map,” She interrupted the young witch. “And a blade." 

Davina, without another word, left out the study to get the supplies. She returned with the items a few minutes later. She placed the map on the table and the blade beside it. 

Marcel reached for her hand and brought her to his side. The vampires in room could hear the Claire witch sniffling while she was away. She was hurt and yet again, they had no right to feel hurt. None of them did.

Klaus, Freya, Finn, and Kol stood around the table watching the Bennett witch work. 

She cut her finger with the blade and let droplets of her blood hit the old parchment paper. She held her hand over the map and began to chant. Soon as the spell emptied from her mouth, she could feel the other witch counterattack against her. Good thing it wasn’t going to work.

Bonnie’s lips moved quicker saying the incantation. Ebony veins crawled over face and neck spreading all the way to her neck, shoulders, and back until it covered her whole body. Eyes were the color of malachite and her sclera bled pitch black. The witch was turning into a different being before their eyes. 

The first time they seen this particular creature was two years ago. Bonnie was in a fit of rage and was aiming to kill each and every Mikaelson that night, but the cry of Hope waking up from her nap stopped the witch from doing so. Two years Bonnie kept away from them. How could they blame her? They made her into the creature she was now.

Magic pulsed around them and tightened around their bodies in a vice grip. The lights flickered in and out. Walls and floors creaked under pressure from the wave of magic.

Suddenly, everything became quiet.

Bonnie leaned over the table seeing the blood on the map unmoved over the location of the compound. Then the droplets merged together and began to move. The Bennett witch broke the cloak over Elijah. She had a hold of him and she could feel him. She felt relieved that he was okay but then she hated that she felt that relief.  

The blood continued to move farther upward until it reached the pier.

"He’s there.”

Swishes were heard around her. The vampires and Freya left to rescue their brother and possibly kill whoever in their way. Bonnie didn’t particularly care. She needed to rest to replenish her magic.

Bonnie sat on the large cushioned chair by the fireplace letting the warmth of the fire caress her skin. Her fatigue quickly claimed her senses and in a matter of minutes she was asleep.


When Bonnie stirred awake the first thing she noticed was her magic was fully replenished. The second thing she noticed was her hunger. She can’t remember the last time she ate. Her stomach growled angrily at her, ravenous from the lack of food.

“You must be hungry.” Bonnie glared at Klaus walking from across the room to her. “Here.”

Bonnie stood tiredly from her seat and grabbed the four blood bags from his hands. “Thank you.”

Klaus let Bonnie have her fill as he crawled into his thoughts. He realized he would never get used to Bonnie being a witch/vampire hybrid. But could he call her that? Sure, she was a witch who died with vampire blood in her system, but he felt she was something more, something unknown, something dangerous.

It was something that wasn’t expected or planned. It just…happened. One moment Bonnie was alive and fine, then suddenly she was keeling over holding her stomach, blood soaking through her ivory blouse.

Klaus looked away from Bonnie as if he was witnessing it again. He pinched his eyes closed not wanting the memories to continue. It hurts. It hurts deeply to know they made her into this.

The sound of crumbling plastic caught Klaus attention. He turned around seeing a well fed Bonnie. “We didn’t have O negative. I know that’s your favorite.”

Bonnie shrugged. “It’s fine.”

Klaus went to say more but paused when he heard footsteps coming into the study. By the look of fury on Bonnie’s face, he knew exactly who it was.

“Niklaus, give us the room.”

Klaus noticed Bonnie flinch when Elijah spoke. He felt his dead heart break seeing the sight.

He closed in on Bonnie startling her. He placed both hands on the side of her face and placed a chaste kiss on her forehead. “Thank you, sister.” He whispered against her skin. With those parting words, Klaus vamped out the room leaving Bonnie and Elijah alone.

Elijah closed the door but kept his eyes on Bonnie. He swallowed the lump in his throat and fiddled with his daylight ring.

“Bonnie.” The taste of her name sent shivers down his spine. He hadn’t said her name in two years. He hadn’t seen her in two years. And yet he had the pleasure doing both at this moment.

Bonnie was shaking all over but kept her tone as neutral as possible. “Elijah.”

The silence in the room was deafening. They could only stand and stare. Someone needed to say something. Someone needed to do something. That something was Bonnie leaving.

The witch straightened her leather jacket and walked briskly towards the door.

Elijah breath hitched seeing her come forward. He didn’t want her to leave, not yet. He needed to do something. He needed to say something.

“Why did you save me?”

That got her attention. Bonnie eyes widened owlishly at the Original.

Elijah stared down at the little woman and by the gods she was beautiful. The last time he seen her, her hair was cut into a bob. It was now long, well past her shoulders, wavy in a richer chocolate hue. Green eyes as shining emeralds complimenting her almond skin complexion. Her high cheeks were dusted in rose and lips pink as petals. She wore immortality beautifully.

“I don’t have time for this, Elijah.” Her scowl deepened as the seconds passed by. “Let me out.”

“Bonnie…I…” Elijah rubbed his forehead. “I didn’t want this to happen…to us. I never…” He shook his head pinching his eyes closed. “I didn’t know they would bring you into this.” He finally said completely changing the subject. Shockingly that irritated Bonnie more.

Bonnie rolled her eyes. “It made sense.” She shrugged. “I’m a Bennett witch and my blood and yours are tied to one another. After all,” She smiled ruefully. “You are my sire.”

Her tone was dripping with venom and disdain. It was acid pouring on his chest seeping through his flesh eating at his bones and into his heart.

“Words can never come close to describe how sorry I am that I hurt you.” He shook his head. “I never wanted to hurt you.”

“But you did!” Bonnie bellowed. “I was dead, Elijah. I was killed in front of those stone steps outside the compound.” She breathed in heavily. “I should have stayed dead but I’m this.” She motioned to herself. “I told you and everyone else if I died, let it be. But you totally went against my wishes.”

Elijah shook his head seeing the images of Bonnie limp body on the stone steps bleeding out heavily. “I didn’t want to lose you.” He stepped towards the trembling witch. “I couldn’t stand seeing you motionless. I couldn’t stand being in a world without you.” He admitted. “It was selfish on my part -”

“Extremely selfish!”

“What would you have me to do?” The Original hollered loudly. “Bury you in your garden? Watch dirt pile on your coffin? Let you leave my life -”

“I expected you to respect my wishes! That was my choice, not yours, not anybody! It was mine and you took that from me.” Bonnie fingers clenched beside her. “What did you say before? You didn’t want to lose me? You mean lose me like after you turned me into this monster? Lose me like you and your family pushed me out!” Bonnie blinked back her angry tears.

“You had Davina, my own student, bring me back for a few moments. Just enough time to put your foul blood into my system to turn me.” Bonnie paced like a furious lioness keeping her eyes on Elijah. “I wake up confused and have the most burning sensation in my throat and this ravenous hunger. I wake up as a hybrid.”

“Bonnie -”

“You and Klaus hold me down and forced Davina’s blood in me, so I wouldn’t let myself die. That’s twice you ignored my wishes. It took months to even fathom the thought of being what I am.” Angry streaks of tears fall from her eyes. “When I semi get my head around what I am, you give me the cold shoulder?”

“It wasn’t like that.”

“No?” Bonnie scoffed. “So you didn’t ignored me for weeks then? You didn’t deny to touch me, to kiss me, to fuck me.”

“Stop this.” Elijah begged brokenly. “Please.”

“And then got everyone to turn away from me. Then kicked me out of what I thought was my home with my family!” A sob broke through her lips. “All of you left me alone. You had me to figure out what I am by myself. I had no one!”

A lone tear fell down the Original’s cheek seeing the aching pain and hurt radiating from her. “Bonnie…I have no excuse to what we did to you. We just didn’t want to cause you more pain. We thought…” He shook his head. “I thought you’d be better on your own. I was disgraced with my selfish actions. In the process of needing you with me and then never getting to chance to tell you…” He stopped himself.

Bonnie eyebrows pinched together noticing his silence. Then it clicked. “Don’t you dare.” Bonnie shook her head back and forth. “You have no right.” More tears fell down her cheeks. “I’ve waited for you to say those words. Don’t you dare fix your disgusting mouth and say it now!”

“But it’s true Bonnie.” He stepped closer to her. “I left you, pushed you, have my family turn away from you, because I love you. We love you. We couldn’t stand seeing how unhappy you were. We seen your anger, your resentment, your sadness, your darkness…and it was all our fault.” Elijah stood directly in front of her placing his hands on her tear stained cheeks. “I wanted you to have a good life outside of our family. We put you through so much. I couldn’t stand -”

“Exactly! You couldn’t stand it!” Bonnie ripped her face away from his touch. “Both decision wasn’t for me, it was for you. YOU couldn’t stand being without me. YOU couldn’t let me die. YOU couldn’t deal with my unhappiness. YOU wanted your pain to go away, not mine.” Bonnie chest heaved harshly. “Both decisions involving my life you made on your own and have me suffer both times because of your selfishness!”

Elijah eyes pinched shut as the tears broke through his long lashes. The truth was laid out for him. The truth that he refused to see for so long. Everything the Bennett witch was painfully true. He was selfish. His true nature broke through the flesh and fur of the noble stag creating a new monster.

“I love you, Bonnie.” He opened his eyes, brown eyes swimming with sorrow. “I love you. I stand here before you telling you this, here and now. I know I made you wait then -”

“Stop.” The witch held up her hand. “Just stop.” She wiped her cheeks. “I’ve been there for you for how long in my human days? You had feelings for me. I had feeling for you. We kissed, we loved, we couldn’t control ourselves but you never said those three words I longed for.” Bonnie smiled solemnly. “And now you say it after what you’ve done to me. Now is the time you say it? It took you this long?”

Elijah bowed his head raking his thick fingers through his hair. “I don’t let people in.”

“Because you never tried!” Anger coiled tightly within her. “I gave myself to you. All of me!” She jabbed her finger repeatedly on her chest. “You never did the same for me. You kept me at arms length at all times.”

“I was trying to protect you.”

“From what exactly? From me being hurt?” Bonnie jibed nastily. “How very sweet of you, you noble man you.”

Elijah turned away from Bonnie pinching the bridge of his nose. “What we had was not simple, Bonnie. It wasn’t simple to just be with you.”

“But it was simple enough crawling into my bed.” Bonnie ticked her crooked jaw. “Was it simple enough to get on top of me? Should I have opened my legs wider for you, sire?”

“Stop it!” Elijah whirled around in rage pointing towards her. “Don’t you dare demean my love for you.”

Bonnie shook her head sadly at the Original. “You did that on your own, Elijah. I only wanted to be with you.” Another flood a tears streamed down her face. “I loved you.” A sob escaped her lips. “I love you.” Elijah went to hold her but Bonnie stepped back. “But you denied me a chance to love. You denied me the chance to die. And you denied me the chance to live." 

The witch bit the insider of her cheek holding in her sobs. "You hurt me.” She hiccuped. “You all did.” She said to the rest who she knew were listening. “And I will never forgive you for that, any of you.”

“Bonnie…please let m -”

“Goodbye, Elijah.” Bonnie moved around the stunned Original and left out the room.

When he heard the door shut, Elijah closed his eyes letting his dead heart come undone as he heard the love of his life footsteps move farther away from the study. 

Bonnie kept her head down walking down the steps to the front door. She could smell their tears. She hear their sniffles. She could feel their heart breaking, but the witch didn’t couldn’t find herself to care to look. They deserved this. This was only a fraction of what she felt and been through.

Almost to the door Bonnie stopped. She cursed herself for the moment of weakness. Slowly, she turned towards them. 

Davina was tucked into Kol’s arms back towards her. Finn and Marcel sat across from each other but looking at nothing but space. Hayley holding Hope close to her chest rocking her slowly. She didn’t miss the wetness from her red flush cheeks. Freya sat on the arm of the couch next to Finn, blond hair curtained her face filled with regret and shame. 

And lastly, Klaus was standing on the right of her. He was the only one that was looking at her. Red and wet eyes, tears running slowly down his face. This hurts really bad, she thought. 

Bonnie turned away and opened the door letting the cold brush across her heated face. Before she stepped a foot out the door, she felt someone grab her hand. She turned back seeing it was Klaus.

Klaus squeezed her hand into his not wanting to let go. “We did love you, Bonnie.” Bonnie felt another tear roll down her cheek. “We still do.”

The witch looked around her seeing everyone looking at her seeing their love for her shining through. She could feel it. Bonnie’s eyes lifted to the top of the stairs seeing Elijah staring down at her. Chocolate eyes begging for her to stay. Eyes begging her to forgive him, be with him, love him.

But she couldn’t. She didn’t have the strength to love him, any of them. Not after what they did, she could never.

Bonnie broke her hand free from Klaus’ grasp and walked out the Mikaelson compound leaving her past behind and finally able to live in her present.

She didn’t know what was going to happen next in her life, but she knew she would find a way on her own. She was all she had.

I of III (maybe)

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anonymous asked:

Heey! There's this Viking and Achilles (?) au, that I hear from everywhere but I can't find it.. could you link them please? 💫

Hi, Lovely!

Not sure what you mean about the Achilles AU, but here’s the only greek mythology AU i know of!

  • Stupid Cupid by BluebeardsWife
    Summary: When Eros, the Greek god of love, messes with the wrong Olympian, he is banished to live in the human realm under the guise of Isak Valtersen. With nothing but contempt for mortals, he plots his escape, until one day he encounters a mysterious stranger. Luckily, Even Bech Næsheim is not a mortal.

And the viking AU!

  • the oceans shall freeze by DiscoNight, realityiwanted
    Summary: Even, the Berserker, has never wanted for anything, content with living out his days in solitude and blood. When his hoard makes a pit stop at a small Jutland village for the first time in years, he wants. So he takes. Isak has never known a life outside of his village. Now he must learn the new ways of the North in order to survive the seemingly endless winter. Can their hearts melt the ice that divides them?


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meteor showers: mission impossible

first attempt

Sarada bides her time for three whole months, lulling her target into complacency. She studies his behavior patterns, memorizes his schedule, and employs gathered data to calculate the chance of success.

And when she’s finally got him isolated, she strikes.

“When did you fall in love with Mom?”

Sasuke fumbles his chopsticks, which is how she knows she’s startled him. His face—by all accounts, hewn from granite and sealed in marble—doesn’t so much as twitch.

“Well?” Sarada pushes, toes skimming the waxy kitchen tile. She’s no longer short enough to swing her legs through the void between her chair and the floor.

Sasuke stacks his picked-clean dishes, scrapes back his chair, and thumps over to the sink.


“Your mother won’t be happy if you don’t eat your lunch.”

Sarada’s chopsticks snap.

“She won’t be happy about that, either.”

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Public Apology Annoucement

To all of you who have been misled to believe that I, for some STRANGE reason, “ship Jikook”, whatever this Jikook thing is, I am deeply apologetic. I honestly have no idea what this Jikook thing is, and if anything I may have said or done has led you to believe that I am a “Jikook shipper” I am deeply, deeply sorry if I have offended any of you in anyway.

Cause wtf is Jikook. Idk what Jikook is I mean–

wait, I can explain–

hold on–




…okay, so maybe I kind of know what it is.

Just a little bit.

Like low low key.


…here have some more.


That being said, this is kind of like a thanks to my followers as well. I’ve never gotten so much love in so little time in all of my history on tumblr pretty much ^^ We can all be trashy together I love all of you and all the support you’ve given me <3 

And you know what,


P.S. Why are all off “Jimin’s wives” so rude. Damn boy, control your hoes. That’s the second one I’ve seen harassing the interwebs within a month >.> jimin would never love you back >.>

Of course

There’s a certain feeling, I’ve come to recognize, that soulmates give you when you first encounter them.  Obviously, it’s not the first time you’ve encountered these people; you’ve met each other in dozens of guises, so many times.  But you know what I mean when I say “first.”  I mean the first time in this life.  In these bodies.

So, about that…  When I look back on my own “first” encounters with soulmates in this lifetime, or even any significant accidental run-ins with the same people after initial acquaintances have been made, I notice there is a peculiar, delightful quality of, “Ah… of course.”

It doesn’t have to be a “Hey, this person looks like someone I’ve met before…”  Much less does it have to be a bowl-you-over, can’t-believe-this-person-is-speaking-to-me, they-are-amazing-and-I’m-a-mere-mortal, shockwaves-and-butterflies sensation.

Rather, what I realize, in retrospect, is that my encounters with my soulmates have consistently just felt… natural.  “Natural” as in, “Of course this person and I would strike up a conversation, about anything at all” (bonus points for past-life relevant topic!).  Or “Of course we would cross paths again on this very random occasion after not having conversed in months.”  In fact, sometimes, it feels like they have spontaneously inserted themselves onto the scene, just dropped into it from another dimension to my unawares, but, lo and behold, there they are, there we are, and – naturally – we are talking.  As if this meeting had been meant to happen.  As if this meeting were part of a larger plan.

It was.  It is.  And it feels entirely natural because your souls are so comfortable with one another, and you are such very old friends, just getting together again to catch up and spend more time enjoying each other’s company, like a couple of old-timers getting together for another lazy afternoon on the front porch, sipping lemonade while you shoot the breeze, sure of one another’s esteem and grateful for one another’s companionship.  No formal introductions necessary, no fireworks needed to commemorate the occasion, no pomp or circumstance – just flow, and the flow leads you both naturally to the very same “here” and very same “now.”

Of course you’d find one another, right there, right then.  Of course you’d be close enough to speak, and of course you’d end up speaking.  Souls so deeply connected by ancient memories and timeless love – you will naturally find each other again, and again, and again.  Of course…


   “Never heard of taking off all seven hundred layers you wear? What’s wrong? You jealous of how I look? Don’t worry, I don’t blame you.” Gladio quirked an eyebrow. “Your masterpiece? The hell does that mean?”

“A hundred? Well, yes, I do take off these layers… but in the privacy of my own quarters; unlike yourself who just takes them off wherever. Not that I complain of that though… jealous? I say not. Quite the contrary actually, you only wish you knew what I kept hidden under all of these layers.”

He forgot it was him who did that body art? Well, Ardyn wouldn’t have expected him to know as he did take on the guise of some randomer. The things Ardyn did when he was bored.

“Your branding. Remember the countless hours we spent on it Gladio? I can’t remember the exact amount of hours we spent on it over months. I’m sure it maybe rounded up to sixty though. You sat so well.~”

sing for me, sing for us

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Summary:  It’s not that Keiji had a good singing voice. In fact if Keiji had any say in the matter (which, Bokuto assures him, he doesn’t) he would say he has an average voice. Mediocre at best, honed only by faint humming on train rides and gentle singing in the shower.

Smut and Fluff, NSFW, 

Words 1905

It’s not that Keiji had a good singing voice. In fact if Keiji had any say in the matter (which, Bokuto assures him, he doesn’t) he would say he has an average voice. Mediocre at best, honed only by faint humming on train rides and gentle singing in the shower.

It’s not even something he particularly enjoys. None of the exhilaration of volleyball nor the tiny thrills of satisfaction he gets from solving a particularly nasty puzzle or even the relaxation he gets from gardening. It’s just… something to pass the time.

The fact that his boyfriend treats it like a big deal only makes it even more irritating.

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anonymous asked:

So does Alcor use his demon name, human name, or a totally different one for high school? I mean even with the accepting of nonhuman students, surely some people would have issues with A̙͈͚̝̞̲̥͠L͔̳̦Ć̣̼̩̙̪O̖͚̺̟̳̲̩R̖͎͜ ͔͇̫͇̀T̝H̷͙̗̭̯Ḛ̤̟̠̪̜̖ ͏̙̼͕̤D̸̹͚̦͔̗̮Ṟ̸̰̹̫̬͕̩E͚A҉̭̙M̘̙B̪̥̦͡E̠̲͓̩͚N͚͘D̺̣E̤R in any kind of proximity to their child



You know what name Dipper would be using.