#mirror mirror on the wall who is the tallest of them all

[mint-yooxgi]

Pleassseee if you have the time make a part 2 for the werewolf!ateez x vampire!reader. Usually I'm not into this kind of stuff but I wanna know what happens SO BAD. You did leave us on cliffhanger, and I wanna know what they have to talk about!

Btw I really love your works, I think you're a really amazing writer <33

That werewolf x vampire mate ask is amazing, I’d love to see it from readers pov and how they feel about it

Part One

Trigger Warnings: mentions of death and attempted suicide, regular wolf/vampire tensions

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You can tell that as soon as the words leave your mouth, they're all skeptical of what you have to say.

"Do you..." the male before you holding the door open trails off, a slight grimace to his features.

"Don't worry about it." You sigh, looking at your feet. "I think it's better if you don't invite me in."

"We weren't going to, anyways." the tall one rubbing at his fist answers. At the hole in the wall you see resting just off to the side, it takes nothing for you to put two and two together.

Your lips purse into a thin line.

"Why are you here?" Sharp, feline-like eyes narrow into slits, arms crossed over his chest.

"Believe me, I ask myself that same goddamn question everyday." You reply, somewhat pointedly. "But I'm sure you all are feeling the pull much stronger than I am right now. Your kind are built for this stuff."

Sure enough, the one with the mole under his left eyes freezes in his spot, halting in his subtle shifting closer to you finally.

"Did you come all this way to reject us?" The one with the birthmark tilts his head curiously at you.

"Do you want me to reject you?" You look around at all of them, noticing the way they all seem to stiffen in their spots, a whine reaching your ears from the buff one off to the side. "I came here to talk with you, because even I know it's not desirable for a wolf to be rejected by their-" the word gets caught in your throat, so you clear it, "well, you know."

"Who said we ever wanted you?" The one rubbing his fist drops it to his lap, lips curling over pointed teeth in a snarl.

"Mingi," the one who answered the door hisses quite sharply, eyes flashing as he turns to the aforementioned male.

"Never in the history of our kind has there ever been a record of one of our kind having a-" the other tall one hesitates, "you for a mate."

"Can't say I've ever had a fated, either, in all my long years of living." You comment, cooly.

Growls reach your ears, but good or bad, you cannot tell.

"You know what I meant." He sighs, shaking his head as if to clear his thoughts.

"Oh, I do." You reply, exhaling through your nose. "Believe me, I do."

"Then, are you here to kill us?" The one with the wide eyes blinks at you almost innocently.

"You've never had a proper interaction with one of us, have you?" You meet his gaze, noticing how he averts his own almost instantly.

"You dodged the question." The one with the birthmark retorts.

At his words, you purposely slam your fist against the opening of the doorway. A loud bang rattles the entire house as you make contact with an invisible wall.

"You are far safer than I am right now." You reply bluntly. "There's a reason I told you not to invite me in."

"Well that just makes me feel loads better." The one with the sharp gaze rolls his eyes.

"I'm risking my own neck to come and talk with you," Your own gaze narrows, crossing your arms over your chest to mirror his stance. "You all easily outnumber me, and I am in your territory. If I attacked, you'd have every right to tear me apart on sight."

A moment of silence.

"They're right." The one still holding the door open sighs.

"You are not the first wolves I've had dealings with." You say. "I'm sure you won't be the last."

"You've dealt with others of our kind?" The one with the mole inquires, nothing but curiosity in his gaze.

"A few times," you shrug. "Which is another reason I'm here."

"Have you dealt with this before?" The tallest one asks.

"No." You shake your head. "But I need to know what all of you plan to do about it to react accordingly. If we're going to go our separate ways and pretend this never happened, I need to know. Picking up and moving to a new place at the drop of a hat is not cheap, so I'd rather be prepared to distance than caught off guard."

This time, there's no mistaking the whines that escape a few of them.

"You want to leave?" The one with the mole on his neck's expression drops.

"In order to sever the fated bond I would need to separate myself from all of you for a period of time to let the pull dissipate and reset. The pull for us is similar to you, but not as intense until just before the break." You explain. "Picking up and moving countries is the easiest thing. You wouldn't have to worry about me, and I wouldn't have to worry about you."

"You would completely uproot your own life because of this?" The one with the wide eyes asks, almost bewildered by the mere thought.

"It's not the first time I've have to move, and again, I'm sure it won't be the last." You state, somewhat sadly.

"What? Kill too many people in your last town that people started getting suspicious?" The second tallest sneers, snarl of disgust clear on his features.

"Mingi." A warning from the tallest male beside him.

"Is it truly me you despise, or just simply what I am?" You tilt your head at him, eyes suddenly looking tired as your shoulders deflate.

"Of course I would despise you." He scoffs in response. "You're nothing but a filthy bloodsucker. Do us all a favour and go run yourself into a stake."

Snarls greet your ears, the loudest coming from that same sharp eyed male who suddenly pins his pack mate to the wall, arm firmly pushing over the other's chest.

"Been there, tried that." You remark casually, causing all heads to turn to you. Suddenly, looks of apathy are being sent your way, and you nearly roll your eyes. "What? Surprised to hear a leech like me has tried to die before?"

They remain quiet, a few going so far as to take a step towards you. Whether in comfort or uncertainty, you do not know.

"You wolves think every one of us are monsters, and maybe we are." You huff, shaking your head. "Yet, for one moment, did you ever stop to consider that maybe some of us bloodsuckers never asked for this?"

The one with the mole beneath his eye appears to reach out to you, his fingers twitching at his sides before he stops himself.

"I am far older that you, boy." Your gaze flashes. "I never asked to watch my family die of old age while I remained youthful for centuries. I didn't ask to continuously watch the ones I love succumb to illness, hunger, injury. I never wanted to be like this, but I had no choice. The one who claimed to love me forced this upon me. He poured his vile blood down my throat and then snapped my fucking neck all while crying love."

Sharp inhales are heard all around.

"I would rather surrender myself to hunters than kill another human, but I don't think even they could do it." You scoff dryly. "I've tried everything, but nothing works. Vervain burns like I imagine bleach would, but I simply cough it back up. Wood stings like any blade, but my wounds still heal. Silver, magic, sunlight: nothing works."

You can tell they're all shocked from your confession, bodies suddenly rigid as they look at you with nothing but pain in their eyes.

"I can proudly say I've never once fucking killed a human, but I don't think that matters much to you." You direct your harsh words right at the male still being pinned to the wall by the other. "You don't know how I choose to survive, but we're all the same filthy bloodsuckers to your kind. We all live and die the same way, apparently."

You shake your head, seemingly in disappointment.

"Though, I haven't had a chance to see if a wolf's bite will actually do me in." You raise your right arm in front of yourself, nothing of your expression to be seen except for your pain filled eyes glinting from behind. "Any of you care to try?"

#ask #ateez drabble #drabble #wolf au #polyteez au #vampire au #ateez scenario

[loveackermannn]

Forbidden Love between Levi x Reader just pure fluff where like she's a princess and he's her knight to protect her, no context needed just fluff 🤭.

YOUR MIND. I LOVE YOUR MIND.

knight!levi who swore on his life to protect you at all costs – even if it means giving himself up for you. yet, who also swore to never fall in love with you because there's no way that could actually happen.

knight!levi who guards your door every morning and every night, waiting for the sound of your voice to call his name. at times, he couldn't help but want to hear you call out for him just so that he could be closer to you. in his mind, he was convinced it was only out of pure duty to ensure of your safety and that it would be guaranteed by him in your direct presence. though, deep down, it was because he couldn't stand the thought of being apart from you for even a second.

knight!levi who brushes through the messy strands of your hair with your hairbrush and occasionally steals glances at your restless posture through the dusty mirror. his brows furrow, letting his fingers slip through to gently caress at your scalp.

"how long did you stay up for last night? you look like a zombie," his voice is forward and could be seen by anyone else as a bit disrespectful towards his lady, but just to you, you fondly smile at him as if acknowledging his concern.

"a little past midnight, i had some paperwork to take care of, princess duties."

"would it kill you to get a few more hours of sleep than that? i'll do your shitty paperwork for you," he firmly says, noticing your eyes slightly widening at his proposition. of course it's out of his place to say such a thing, he's nothing more than a mere knight in shining armor awaiting for danger to strike at any given moment.

knight!levi who is quick in his apologises afterwards and urges himself to leave as soon as he entered – until he felt your hand surround the flesh of his wrist, hoping that he'll stay. you want him to stay.

"i'll get more sleep, i promise. can you please help me finish getting ready?"

knight!levi who couldn't refuse you even if he so wanted to, because he could feel himself give in to you the more he stays, the more he touches you, the more he is with you. you tempt him so much without even trying. you could talk about all the stars in the universe or the sand that grains the earth, yet all he could think about is how beautiful his own universe is front of him – you.

knight!levi who accompanies you on your daily walks around the palace with nowhere else to run to, because these 4 walls are what you've known your whole life. sometimes, he finds himself dreaming of a small cabin where the two of you can easily roam free to the nearest lake or climb the tallest mountain together. together. he can see it all so well, but the position of knight and princess makes it nearly impossible. perhaps, one day or maybe in another life both of you could be granted that freedom.

knight!levi who eats breakfast, lunch and dinner with you. he makes sure that the food is cooked exactly how you like it, that your cravings and sweet tooth are satisfied because he is the only person to have ever known these small things about you. he'll wipe the crumbs from the corner of your mouth with a napkin or sometimes even with the tip of his thumb, because he knows how messy of an eater you can be.

knight!levi who can't hide his feelings for any more capacity than his heart will allow. knight!levi who loves you to the ends of the earth, that he would gather up all your desires and needs and fulfill them in any way that he could. knight!levi who cares deeply for your heart, soul and mind that he can hardly contain it anymore. knight!levi who is yours forever and has always been yours.

knight!levi who stands at your door, shifting uncomfortably between his right and left leg, thinking about stupid he must look right now to the guards who walked past him. his hand meets the wood of the door, knocking once, twice, then thrice. he's holding his breath and for some time, he wasn't breathing.

knight!levi who waited patiently for your footsteps to be audible to his ears and soon heard the creaks of the door pry slowly open. your eyes appeared to have been deprived of sleep, but you greeted him with the same enthusiasm as you always have, as if the life in your eyes were brought back to life.

knight!levi who can't seem to get the words that itched desparately at his throat and instead, ushers you inside of your room and closing the door behind him. he looks less composed than usual and you began to grow worried at his frantic expression as you sat on your bed. your immediate thought was that someone had broken into the castle or was plotting a rivalry against your kingdom, but as soon as levi got to his knees in front of you, taking your hands into his and bowing his head – almost in.. shame? you knew it had to be about something completely different.

knight!levi who was quiet in words, but coherent enough to reach you,

"i can no longer hold this in, milady. if my words are nothing but indecent to you, i would ask to resign from my position as your knight, but you must know this now, that-"

knight!levi who finally gathers the courage to look up at you with such earnest, you couldn't turn away. he finishes with the remainder of his shakened breath,

"i am in love with you. i can hardly fucking stand near you without having the urge to pull you in because i crave for your heart so badly. i lay awake most nights dreaming of what it would feel like to be beside you. i cannot concentrate because you constantly plague my mind as if you own it."

the unwelcomed silence filled every corner of your candlelit room and the tensed breathing between the two of you was all that could be heard.

as speechless as you were left, the rest of your body spoke for you. your palms met the tops of his hands, tenderly circling your thumb around his calloused skin. your lips were parted and he continued to look up at you as if you were the last thing his eyes could devour. you leaned down and slowly closed the distance between your curious faces. one of your hands reached out for his nape, grounding yourself before placing a clumsy kiss on his lips.

knight!levi who didn't pull away nor did he move from where he knelt. his eyes were slightly opened to a half-lid and his hands were still cupped by yours. he was no expert in initiating physical touch whatsoever, but he wanted to try just for you.

knight!levi who moves his hands from your lap to the sides of your face, arising from the floor but never breaking the kiss. he situates himself beside you, keeping one hand on your cheek and the other on your hip. it was passion, it was love. everything that couldn't be said in words was perfectly conveyed in an array of kisses and the molding of your body to his.

knight!levi who didn't want this to ever end, who wanted to be stuck here in a bubble of warmth with you forever. for as long as this night will allow for it, he will savor every part of you. he would worship you as if you were his temple and he wouldn't want to stop even when the morning rises.

☆ — 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @luvjiro , @youre-ackermine , @lovolee3 , @notgoodforlife , @averysmolbear , @bejewelledd , @leviismybby , @evas-leslas , @roseofdarknessblog @cometlevi , @21aurora (! ! 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝💌)

#chaloveslevi #༊*·˚ chalovesyou !! #cha's cup of tea .ೃ࿐ #levi ackerman #captain levi #levi heichou #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #levi ackerman headcanons #levi scenarios #levi x reader #levi ackerman imagines #levi fluff imagine #levi comfort #aot levi #snk levi #knight!au #historical?? au??? #heated confession is v much inspired by bridgerton LOLLL #if you guys havent watched bridgerton PLS DO ITS SO FUCKING GOOD #and thank you dear anon for submitting this in #i havent been so driven to write something in so long until now TT #knight!levi just ignites something in me idk

[fieldofdaisiies]

Strokes of Fate | pt. 1

paring: Feyre x Rhysand | type: angst | words: 3,4k words | warnings: none | masterlist

"You see what the painting looks like, right?" Rhys huffs loudly, flashing his best friends an incredulous look over his shoulder. The CEO's stands in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his hands in the pockets of his pants, shoulders slightly slouched, expression incredulous. 

Rain drops cascade down the glass, the coming storm mirroring the whirlwind brewing inside of him. The painting was a present, but—

"It reminds me of a pile of trash," Cassian, his best friend, hollers and tilts his head to the side to examine the painting again. His eyes narrow and he brings up a hand, folding three fingers over his mouth. 

"It could also be two plastic bags…filled with trash," Azriel adds, fighting the urge to laugh. 

Rhysand flips both of them off when he finally fully turns to them. "Idiots," he grumbles but when his eyes land upon the painting he has to agree with their descriptions. The figures on the painting could truly be mistaken for trash. He has absolutely no idea what the three objects should even display, but he truly hopes his friend didn't try to paint him, Az and Cass and rather aimed for something abstract. 

Cassian lounges comfortably on the plush couch, legs crossed at the ankles, Azriel next to him in an armchair, both chuckling at the awfulness that graces the wall behind Rhysand's desk. 

"You know, I truly appreciate all kind of art, " Rhysand says, turning slightly to look at the painting once again, then back to his friends. His voice carries a tone of bemusement, tinged with a hint of annoyance. "But this... piece of art looks like someone let loose a child with a crayon and then called it a masterpiece."

Cassian chuckles, the sound a welcome relief in the otherwise gloomy atmosphere. "Well, she isn't the tallest…one could sometimes mistake her for a child. I am sure her pants are child-sized."

Azriel cackles, but the CEO only rolls his eyes at his two idiotic friends. 

"What do I do now?" Rhysand turns away from them again, looking at the rain-covered window once more. "How do I get rid of it? And how do I get a good painting for my office instead?"

"What? You don't like the painting Amren made for you?" Morrigan, his cousin, appears on the threshold, red heels eliciting a clicking sound with every step she takes into the office. "I warned you about her artistic talent, but you wouldn't listen." 

If someone looked close enough they would have seen that Azriel's breath caught for a small second, a flicker of a moment, but the man quickly turns his attention back to Rhys, waiting for him to answer.

The blond female tosses a pile of papers onto her cousin's desk and grins at him. "It truly looks like a tornado broke loose and whooshed all over the canvas."

"That's also a great description," Cassian quips, air-high-fiving Morrigan who winks at him. 

"You need to give her more work to do. She has too much free time and gets bored easily. I am scared she picks up knitting —or worse sewing— next and makes clothes for all of us."

Rhysand throws his cousin a look over his shoulder that speaks volumes. "She has enough work to do…but I assume she gets bored when she is done working, Maybe you should spend more time with her." A gleeful smile graces his handsome face and now Morrigan is the one to flip him off. 

"I live with her, Rhys, I already spend all my time with her." Lifting one hand, the female brushes a strand of blond hair over her shoulder, braces her other hand on her hip and then turns to the other two men. She gives them a once over, thinking, and then turns back to Rhys. "I might know someone who could help you."

But Rhysand doesn't deign her a look anymore, eyes focused on a distant point outside. His gaze wanders beyond the droplets, into the city itself. Not much can be seen from up here, but movement still catches his eye.

"She's wonderful, just finished her degree, aiming to become a big artist. She is not new to the branch and has lot of talent, her pieces are wonderful, almost outstanding, and—"

"I doubt she can create a painting for my office. She's probably a street artist doing portraits of people who pass by. I need a real artist. A good one."

"Like Amren," Azriel throws in and earns himself a round of laughter. Not from Rhys. He isn't laughing, his face stays stern, annoyed. "Very funny," he comments. 

"You are impossible!" Mor huffs dramatically. "She is amazing, Rhys," she insists, "not a street artist, well she might be now, but she will be great and well-known in a few years. She has a certain way with the brush, creating magnificent pieces of—"

"Alright, invite her here and we will see about it." Rhys leans forward, eyes furrowed, transfixed on a female figure rushing through the rain towards a narrow alley. It's a deadlock and someone—

"She can't be worse than Amren, can she?" he mumbles, suddenly very unfocused on the conversation. 

Someone is following the female figure outside. The rain distorts his sight, his office, elevated and the city below shrouded in darkness, adds to the difficulty of seeing the scene properly. And even though, he doesn't know the figure outside a feeling of unease fills his entire being. It's like an unfamiliar sensation he can't shake off, a pit of unease forming in his stomach. 

"You are rude, Rhys," his cousin comments, but he ignores her.

 All his attention is on the rushing female outside. And the men following her. 

She darts into the alley, disappearing momentarily from view. Rhys's mind races, assessing the situation, the potential risks. His heartbeat quickens, and he himself is surprised about this reaction. 

The city outside his window is drenched in rain, no people are around who can help her. 

His gaze moves to the watch on his wrist - 7:07. It is already dark outside, one of the wonders of autumn. 

He hesitates for a moment, torn between staying in the warm confines of his office and the prospect of later climbing into his car, now parked in the carpark of his company, and then safely and soundly driving home, or— 

Something about the situation gnaws at him, urging him to take action, urging him to move. 

He turns from the window, quickly, and with a swift movement, grabs his coat. "One second," he tells his best friends, his cousin, not giving them room to ask for where he is going. 

He dashes out of his office, ditching the elevator that would take too long to arrive, taking the stairs instead, two steps at a time.

Outside, the rain pours down on him, soaking through his clothes within seconds. But he covers his face with his hand, shielding his vision from the rain. Rhys hurdles towards the alleyway, his heart pounding in his chest, rapidly. 

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"You know how he is." Feyre slumps against the door with a loud and terribly annoyed sigh. "He won't ever let go. He is so persistent and he can't accept that I moved on."

"Classic Tamlin, I would say," Ressian chuckles and tosses her damp brush, the one she had just washed out and cleaned of colour, at Feyre. "I never understood why you got with him in the first place. He always seemed a little…strange." Ressina presses her lips in a thin line, watching Feyre closely. 

Feyre shrugs a shoulder, after having casually dodged the brush that came flying at her. "He was nice at the beginning," she says matter-of-factly. 

Ressian fights the urge to roll her eyes because she never liked Tamlin that much. 

Feyre shrugs again. "Whatever, I'll juts turn my phone off until tomorrow morning…maybe he'll get the memo. "Grabbing her bag, Feyre swings it over her shoulder, then shoves her phone into the outer pocket and grabs her pencil case (the one that does not fit into the bag) and a few spare sketch books (that also don't fit into her bag). 

But Ressina stops her, holding up a hand. "Don't you dare turn off your phone until you are home! It's dark outside already. New York City is dangerous, baby."

"Danger means nothing to me," Feyre says with a chuckle, but there is gratitude in her eyes. 

Ressina cares about her, and the young artist knows this. She will keep her phone on, and also close to her so in case of an emergency she can reach for it. But she doubts she will need it. She has walked the way home to her flat many times - also at night. 

A frown appears on her friend's face and she lifts her hand, to show Feyre a vulgar gesture for so bluntly ignoring her worry. 

"I will be safe, Sina. Thank you for caring and worrying about me." Feyre smiles. And reluctantly, Ressian returns the smile. "That's what friends are for, right?" She grabs her own coat of the hanger. "Text me when you get home, so I can sleep in peace."

Feyre bows her head and with her heart warming at the wonderful friend she has found leaves the studio.

The art gallery's doors close behind her with a creak, and the young artist is immediately enveloped in the damp, and cool evening air of New York City. Cars honk everywhere, streetlights draw shadows across the large building and despite the smell of fuel in the air, Feyre draws in a deep inhale. 

The rain leaves a soft sheen of water on the streets and Feyre groans audibly - she is wearing her new Converse after all and they are not made for wet streets. The weather forecast didn't tell her about rain, but then…she hadn't checked it so she couldn't have known.

 It is just bad luck, she concludes. Just like her failed relationship with Tamlin, heir to the Springer company and now her ex-boyfriend. That was also a whole lot of bad luck. 

Feyre, holding her sketchbooks as tightly and closely as possible, hoping to shield them from the drizzle, takes one small step after the other, her feet still somehow walking fast. 

Her hair is dampened by the rain, and she clutches the sketchbooks even tighter when a car drives past her. She hurries through the dimly lit alleys, her shoes sounding against the wet pavement. 

She just wants to get home. As quick as possible. And…only to go out again. 

She has to go out again later. She needs to get groceries. For her ill father. And probably also Elain, her older sister, who looks after their father. With Nesta at the dance academy four hours away, the two of them are left with dealing with their ill father. Feyre is incredibly happy that Elain does all the taking care of him, and she only has to go shopping for their food, but right now she just wants to fall into bed and zone out for the day. The day has been stressful enough. 

"No way," Feyre huffs under her breath when she feels how the rain intensifies, tiny droplets falling onto her head and running down her face. She pulls her coat tighter, over her sketchbooks, her breath forming small clouds in the chilly air. 

The sounds of shuffling from other pedestrians heading to their homes or wherever they are going, is only interrupted by her ragged breaths and the occasional honk of a car. Soon, Feyre thinks. Soon I am in my home. And soon I will leave it again…What a mess.

She doesn't allow herself to think further about it. To think about leaving her cosy home again. 

The rain-slicked streets of New York reflect the glow of the city and under different circumstances Feyre would marvel at them, try to remember them so she could paint them later. Not today. Not when the sky is emptying itself on top of her. She hurries along, her steps quickening with every passing block. Her arms strain under the weight of all her stuff, hoping not too much water will get on it. But since the raindrops already soak through her coat, her hope that her sketches will be safe is slowly fading. 

Out of the blue, Feyre catches movement in the corner of her eye. It is different to the other people passing by (the few who also have no other choice than walking in the rain) or the cars driving by. 

A prickling sensation skitters down her spine, her instincts suddenly on high alert. Something is amiss. 

Brave as she is, Feyre casts a glance over her shoulder, squinting through the watery veil that restricts her vision. Her breath catches in her throat - amidst the raindrops she makes out three shadowy figures. They are too close and don't look like they mean well. 

Her heart beats faster, the rush of blood pounding in her ears louder than the drumming rain. But her vision doesn't fool her. She can see what is behind her: three men. And they are coming her way.

Panic surges within her, and she forces herself to move faster, the urgency to escape propelling her over the sidewalk, away from the danger. She quickens her pace, the echoes of her steps ricocheting off the walls of the looming buildings. 

But the men stay behind her, close to her. They’re gaining on her. She doesn't even allow herself to think about what they could possibly want from her. 

Everything about this situation is unnerving. These men following her. And running in the rain - she has to be careful, she can't be too fast, it could be dangerous. She doesn't see quite well with the sheet of rain covering her vision. She might collide with something which would not be beneficial for her escape either. 

And then. "Fuck!" Feyre shudders. The alleyway ahead is a dead end. 

She halts, her chest heaving, her eyes wide with terror as the footsteps behind her draw nearer. Her thoughts race, heart beating in her throat. She clutches her things tightly, fighting the urge to scream. It would be useless anyway. No one would hear her. And even if someone did, she doubts anyone would help. That's how people are, she has come to learn. 

Three figures emerge from the mist, bodies and faces drenched in rain. 

"Stay away from me!" Feyre snaps, her voice not half as steady and strong as she hoped it would be. 

They ignore her. “If you have any money on you, hand it over,” one of them demands. 

She trembles, her breath hitching. She would give them all her money only for them to leave her alone. With trembling hands, she moves her stuff under her arm, trying to open her bag and fish for her purse. 

The rain continues to fall, getting stronger by the minute, drowning out all the other noises. She occasionally lifts her gaze, making sure they don't move closer. 

"Faster!" one man shouts. "Or should we make you?" He looks almost nervous. 

Feyre's heart is racing. She can't find her purse. She simply can't find. Did she forget it in the studio? It wouldn't be the first time. They ordered food and— 

Panic gnaws on her, terror making the contents of her stomach sour. She has no idea what these men are capable of. How much they need the money. To what lengths they would go to get it. The damn purse must be somewhere, Feyre thinks, but it—

"There you are. I've been looking for you." The sudden, deep, sensual male voice startles her. She whips her head up, blinking her eyes rapidly against the rain wetting her face. 

A tall man, drenched in rain, steps out of the shadows of the entry to the alley, having surprised not only Feyre but also the three men. "I hope these men are not causing you any trouble, my darling?"

He casually moves past the men, the downpour of rain drenching him, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He slips a casual arm around her shoulders and even through the rain Feyre can see how the three men pale. 

"I was waiting for you at the car." He turns his attention to the men then. "Thank you for finding her for me," her saviour says to them, smooth and polished. "I mean, that is what you have been doing right?" His voice is so terribly calm. "You may leave now, unless there's anything you want to say."

There is enough of a bite in his last words that the men stiffen. 

Silent threats, Feyre thinks, the worst kind of threats. But the men are foolish, don't leave straight away and suddenly the anger is not so silent anymore.

"Get out of here! Now. And if one of you ever dares to follow and scare my wife ever again, I will personally send you to hell."

Without further comment, they scuttle back into the rain, outside the alley. 

Feyre, her heart pounding against her ribcage, steps out of the shelter of her saviour's arm and turns to thank him, but she stops dead in her tracks. 

Standing before her the most beautiful man she’d ever seen. "Are you alright?" he asks, voice much softer now. Gentler. 

He brushes his broad hand over his head, smoothing his wet strands of hair out of his face. 

Feyre is too stunned to speak. Too shocked about the situation. Too careful to yet fully trust the man. Her saviour.

"I—I." Feyre struggles to find her voice. Normally men don’t evoke this sort of reaction in her, but his presence, what he has done for her, and his scent of sea salt and citrus that even reaches her through the rain, render her speechless.

"I—"

She is about to open her mouth to thank him when he beats her to it. "You're welcome," he says. "For saving you."

Saviour or not, she bristles at his arrogance and retreats another step. Tendrils of breath are visible in front of her face when she clears her throat. "I was about to thank you."

The man inclines his head, a small smile on his in raindrops-covered face. "Allow me to give you a ride home."

"Thank you but no." Feyre grabs her things tighter and makes to move past him. She wants to go home now. She only wants to fall into her bed. This days has been too much. He saved her, and she is grateful, but their ways are parting here. 

"Please, allow me to take you home. Just a ride, I don’t expect anything—"

"Oh, I will hope so. I should have known that you are just like every men. Pretty face, old money clothes, and—whatever." If she had a free hand she would wave him off. Her words don't even make sense, but probably he just like any other man. Now offering to take her home and when they arrive at her place he expects her to take him upstairs and thank him for saving her.

She shoves past him. "Thank you, really, but I am a big girl, I can take care of myself. Good night, stranger."

It’s not in her nature to be mean, but the day has drained her. She is not in the mood to talk to him any longer. Yes, he saved her and with his violet eyes and the dark hair, he is very easy on the eyes. But Feyre is not in the mood. To talk. To have him drive her home. To spend time with a man. She is tired of men. Especially after her last relationship. 

She wants to sleep and that is it. And that is the only thing she wants to do this evening. No talking. No thinking. No being in a stranger's car. She only wants to be in her bed, warm and cosy. 

She doesn’t even give the stranger a chance to ask her again, the last please muffled due to the heavy rain, the next one not audible any more because she is already out of ear-shot, heart still racing inside her chest. 

tags: @girlinglass999 @autumndreaming7 @a-frog-with-a-laptop@honeysuckle-daydreams13 @thelovelymadone

#feysand #rhysand #feyre archeron #acotar #acosf #feysand au

[aclowntiny]

The Dancing Effect- Best Friend!Dino x Gender Neutral!Best Friend!Reader (College AU)

Word Count: 3,434 | Fluff, Best Friends to Lovers, College AU | Warnings: 💋 hehe

“Admit it, you love it.”

You turned to meet the eyes of your best friend, upturned in pleasure as he grinned at you, shaking your head in amusement as he ran a hand through his bleached-blonde hair.

He’d invited you to join a dance class with him, just a beginner one rather than the advanced stuff he did for his major, and out of need for an elective you’d agreed. The class was a mix of styles, ranging from swing and waltz to some fun Latin steps. Partners were assigned and you got given a guy named Jihoon who wasn’t exactly the tallest guy in class, but really shocked you with his strength when he effortlessly dipped you each salsa round. As you twirled around the smooth studio floor, you could see your own reflection passing the mirrored walls with a grin. There was no denying this was your most fun elective yet, even if you didn’t want to give Chan the satisfaction.

“I guess it is pretty fun,” you conceded mock-grudgingly, relenting into a grin at the pure joy radiating across Chan’s face.

He must have really wanted you to enjoy dancing. “What’s your favorite style so far?”

You swerved around a skateboarder, arcing around to return to Chan’s side. “I don’t know, there’s something cute about the swing,” you replied.

Your best friend nodded thoughtfully, squinting slightly at you as if in scrutiny. “I see.”

You just giggled. “What? Why, what’s your favorite?”

“I don’t know, the waltz is kind of romantic.”

“Oh yeah? Thinking of your partner, eh?” You couldn’t help but tease him. You didn’t know the girl he was paired with, but she seemed nice and no matter what his reaction would be funny.

“Ew,” Chan’s nose wrinkled, his face screwing up hilariously, “Minkyung is my friend’s sister! No way!”

You put your hands in the air, palms up. “All right, all right, just checking.”

“Yeah, she’s totally not my type.”

He always said that, but you’d yet to hear what was Chan’s type. If you didn’t know him so well, you’d just assume he wasn’t ready for a relationship, but he was a great guy, so probably just picky. Or looking for someone who could be as sassy as him, you reflected as the two of you continued teasing each other.

~

Chan’s club was hosting a little ‘fall bash’ outside of the student union. They were putting up one of those big shade tents with snack tables and setting up speakers, lights, and banners for some icebreakers and dancing. All students were welcome of course, so not majoring in dance didn’t exclude you in the slightest.

Free food and new company was all it took for you, a recent transfer to campus, to be sold, but the light show sounded like it was going to be bomb, too.

“Yeah, they’ll be dancing over us as we move! In fall colors of course almost like leaves! I tried to get them to actually make leaf-shaped formations, but they said-”

“Whoa, slow down there, Passion Boy.”

“Yeah, something like that.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be there.”

“What are you going to wear?”

You cocked a brow. “Why, are you supposed to dress up? I didn’t think this was prom.”

“Nah, it’s wear whatever you want.”

“Then frankly I have no clue. Maybe that orange sweater I got? That's fall-y."

"Orange sweater. Got it."

~

You weren't sure what Chan had meant until you showed up to the party and saw him dressed in a burnt orange blazer, which was buttoned smartly over a black turtleneck and matching jeans and boots, just a hint of fall color that perfectly matched yours.

"What is this, Sadie Hawkins?" You teased, tugging at Chan's sleeves.

Your best friend just shrugged, pinching a peach ring out of a nearby candy bowl and bringing it to his lips. "Thought it might be fun."

"That is a cool blazer. Is it comfortable?"

"Here," he unbuttoned it immediately, shrugging it off his shoulders, "try it on."

Chuckling, you removed your jacket, then pulled the sleeves on over yours, buttoning yourself in and inhaling a big whiff of Chan's scent. A unique mix of cologne and that faint, perpetual bit of dance sweat. Whether it was a good or bad smell you couldn't even tell at that point because you were so used to it, it just smelled like home to you. Ever since you guys had your first class a year ago, you were inseparable, sharing car space and visiting each other's dorms all the time. In all honesty, you were a bit surprised you could still smell it after this long, but the blazer seemed to hold an extra concentrated Chan essence you found yourself wanting to inhale just for the comfort.

"So," your best friend raised his eyebrows, "like it?"

With a nod, you answered "I do. I might just steal it."

He teasingly unbuttoned it and pulled it back off you, onto his own chest once more. "Alright, then no more. Go get your hand stamped, (y/n)."

"Get my what now?"

"If you wanna dance, you have to sign the waiver and get a stamp. Campus liability and all that."

"Right, in case our swing dance rager gets us grievously wounded," you rolled your eyes, making your way to the table where two guys stood, one on either side.

One of them, a guy in white with black hair and a sweet smile, introduced himself as Soonyoung, gawking when you signed in as (y/n) because 'oh my gosh you're the friend Chan is always talking about'. He gave you an incredibly pleased grin as he pressed the stamp against the back of your hand, leaving a little orange cartoon of a fall leaf on it.

"Do you have any other stamps?" The other guy, a tall, trenchcoat-and-sweater-clad figure with sort of long hair, asked.

"We don't and you know it," Soonyoung shook his head, nudging him teasingly, "you international students think you can come in and tell us what to do, huh?"

Tall Guy put his hand over his heart in mock offense, and Soonyoung reached over to quickly stamp it, sticking his tongue out as he did so.

"You're an international student? Where are you from?"

"China," he answered with a wide smile, looking directly at you but batting at Soonyoung blindly from behind with one hand, "Guangdong, to be a little more specific. My name is Junhui."

"See, I may be the (y/n) Soonyoung heard about, but I've heard a ton about your dancing skills from Chan! He says he wants to go to China, you and the other guy are so good! What's the other guy's name?"

Junhui waved off your compliment. "Minghao is a way better dancer than me. And if you want dirt on Chan, he's the one you want to go to," he added with a devilish little smile.

"I'll remember that," you reply, mirroring his expression before wandering back over to the snack tables to grab a few of your favorite candies, squinting a bit in the dim purplish ambience and nighttime air to find them.

Your classmate Mia was at the snack table too, gingerly grabbing some chips as you stuffed your own face, so you busied yourself with asking how her math test went until a lilting, old-fashioned tune poured forth from the speakers.

You gasped. "Time to dance!" Tossing your candy wrappers, you shuffled excitedly over to the wide open area of student zone concrete that was the dance floor.

Being members of the hosting dance club, Junhui and Soonyoung each grabbed you for a dance first, and wow, was that two different experiences. Junhui led you so smoothly, fluidly, and gently you felt like you were being glided on clouds, dancing just as well as your instructor did. You almost felt like you were back in class learning the best pace for each triple-step. He was so nice about it, you forgot to feel embarrassed at your own novice skills. Following that, Soonyoung was a whirlwind, twirling you exuberantly and performing crossovers and turns you'd never even seen before; your feet could barely keep up, but you were laughing the whole time. Mia asked you to teach her what everyone was doing, so you did your best to lead her despite usually performing in class as a follower, clumsily giving her a lesson before taking her for a turn around the spotlight-dotted dance floor, the sidewalk a glittering, wonderful mess of dancing duos and even singles doing their own thing.

You stopped to drape your jacket on a chair, grab a soda and recharge, and that was when you saw Chan. He was doing the same thing as you, catching your eyes with a smile and nod of his head. His blonde hair was thoroughly tousled by the wind now, all the fast steps of the last song clearly being taken as a challenge.

A new song started a few sips later. "Come on, it's my turn now!"

The moment you obliged, Chan took your hand. Close as you guys were, you'd never really held hands before. It surprised you how delicately your best friend intertwined your fingers, taking your hand slowly as if reaching for something behind a door that might close. He held your hand like that, gently connected, until you reached the floor, where he let go, sliding his right hand down to your waist as you rested your left on his shoulder. He joined your other hands, extending them out a bit before glancing off, clearly mentally counting the song's pace.

Chan swayed you so gently, leading you carefully into each step of the turn. Much more warning than Soonyoung, and a little more care somehow than even Junhui, who moved like it was second nature to him. Chan seemed to take his time, savoring every motion and smiling widely at the joy you got from each turn. When you went to each side and even as you stepped back, his eyes never left yours. Maybe it was the spotlights dancing over the makeshift floor, but they looked extra sparkly tonight. Or maybe it was what you called the dancing effect. Jihoon was always cuter to you when he was dipping you.

That had to be it, but you'd never looked into Chan's eyes so deeply, so intently before. You knew if you looked at your feet, gazed too long at another pair dancing, you'd lose time, falter in your footing, so your best friend's gaze was your anchor, the center of your every motion. There was no reason to look away, especially when the twinkling green and white lights reflected so well in them. You'd never felt the warmth of Chan's hand against your waist either, the way he softly pulled you closer to his chest after you strayed too far from a twirl. It was getting harder to convince yourself that your heart was just beating faster from the exertion of dancing to six songs in a row.

"Are you glad you came?" He asked in between songs, tilting his head and keeping you swaying even in the momentary silence, as if you'd run away from him otherwise.

What a time to ask that question. "Yeah," you breathed, giving a simple nod, "this is really fun."

"I was hoping you'd enjoy it," he replied. No teasing for once- you could tell by his tone how genuine he was being.

You felt his hand flex ever-so-slightly above your waist, the dancing effect sending your heart jumping. "Of course."

They'd snuck some Latin songs in before the night was over, and you were beyond frustrated upon your brief partner switch that Jihoon was no longer all that cute to you, even when he dipped you.

~

"Well, I'm sure I'll see you tomorrow."

"Whoa, whoa," Chan jogged to keep up with you, "oh no you don't, I'm walking you back."

"I know my way back to the dorms, Chan," you replied with a light laugh. The glittering spotlights had been once again replaced with almost eerie mystic purple ambiance, casting shadows on the concerned frown crossing Chan's defined features.

"Yeah, but it's dark. I'm getting you home safe."

There was that flutter again- he'd done that before, though, countless times. You'd walked between your buildings more times than you'd needed to keep record of. This was nothing new.

You relented anyway. "Alright, yeah, thanks. You're right."

"I know I am. Campus can be dangerous. You need someone to keep you safe."

"Oh, my knight in shining armor," you teased, giving his shoulder a little push and drinking in the smile you received in response. Why wasn't the dancing effect wearing off?

"Come on, let's go."

"The guys are still tearing down."

"Eh," Chan waved a hand, "They can fold a few tables without me. Right, guys?" He called a little bit louder.

Soonyoung gave him a thumbs-up. Junhui whooped, and the graceful guy you'd come to know as Minghao just remarked that no matter what they said he'd go anyway before cracking a mischievous smile.

"See? On we go."

Leaves drifted through the night air, carried in a dance of their own as cold air blew. Instinctively you wrapped your arms around your middle as you reminisced on the night's success.

"Here, you need this more than I do. Besides," Chan smirked as he removed his blazer again, "you liked it so much the first time."

You'd thought nothing of wearing his blazer the first time. Why did it make you so happy now? Maybe it was the way he draped it onto you himself, making you feel like a 1950s starlet or something. Maybe it was the way that as you took nearly-stinging breaths of cold air, still inhaling harder from exertion, you picked up that homey smell again, this time mixed with a skosh more dance sweat, but you didn't mind, knowing you had the same and Chan wouldn't judge you for it.

When you reached the door of your building, slowly drawing your key card from your wallet, you gave him his blazer back, hands dropping to your sides. "Well, thanks for everything. You guys really should have more parties. This was a lot of fun."

"Are you kidding? Thanks for coming! This was a success, so I'm sure we'll have an even bigger one next time!"

Your eyes didn't leave his. "That's the spirit."

"Always. Hey, well, good night."

"Good night," you breathed back as Chan pulled you into your customary goodbye hug.

You weren't sure if it was you, him, or just straight-up your imagination that held on a bit longer this time. When you separated, he kept a hand on your shoulder for just a second, leaning in a tiny bit and looking at you with those furrowed, scrutinizing brows, then just as quickly he pulled back away, scurrying off. You couldn't help feeling a very hard lightning bolt of disappointment zap you through the clouds of confusion.

"Guess I'd better go help. I'll see you tomorrow, though!" He ran off, waving like nothing different had happened.

You waved slowly, resisting the urge to lightly slap some sense into your head.

~

You were early to dance class that afternoon, feeling a strange anticipation of the whole event. You could tell as soon as you walked in, though, that you were going to have a hard time keeping your eyes off of Minkyung and how she got danced with, though.

That was the root of your anticipation. Ever since that dang party, that cursed blazer and the way Chan held you, it was like every muscle in your body ached to see him again. Despite all the time you'd gotten with him in the past year. It was like that had vanished completely, leaving a void more massive than you'd have ever guessed behind. Like even though you'd loved every minute of hanging out, you'd somehow took it all for granted.

"I'm surprised Chan hasn't come barreling in with your jacket yet," a voice commented at your side.

Turning around, you were met with Minghao.

"My jacket?"

He nodded. "Yeah, you left it behind at the party and Chan kept saying how he was going to have to remember to bring it back to you after letting you forget it. Seemed like he felt a little bad." That smile again. For all his calm, Minghao had a little streak of fire in him, it seemed.

And, if you remembered Junhui correctly, dirt on Chan. "Junhui said you know Chan pretty well, huh?"

That earned you a full-on grin. "Well, he's not my best friend or anything, but he opens up to me. Something you wanted to know?"

"No, Junhui just told me about you having something I could tease him about is all," you chuckled.

"Please don't." The slender dance major still sounded faintly amused, but something in his tone softened.

You frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Don't tease him about it, ok?"

"Wait, what are you talking about?"

"He really likes you, ok? So don't give him a hard time. You should know better than anyone he's more sensitive than he gives off."

"He what?" You didn't mean to raise your voice as much as he did, especially with the reverb in the mostly-empty dance practice room, but you could barely hear anything over the roar of your chest's somersaults.

"Oh, wait, Junhui didn't spill the beans?"

So that was why no one was Chan's type? Your jaw dropped, but before you could say anything, the door swung open, revealing the figure of your bleach-blonde friend stepping into the fluorescent light, casually dropping his backpack against the wall and waving brightly at you.

You, for your part, waved back, well aware that you were probably smiling like an idiot. The void in your chest filled so fast, it was like it barely existed in the first place.

~

After class, you guys grabbed your stuff, presumably to take your usual walk to the student union, but Chan stopped you. "You left your-"

"Jacket, yeah, I realized this morning."

"Yeah, sorry."

"Don't be," you chuckled, "I have more than one, you know."

"Yeah, but I like this one, so I wanted to make sure you had it. It's your old one. I didn't wash it, so it still has that (y/n) smell," he commented with a sheepish smile.

So you had a smell too. Something about that filled you with nearly as big a wave of confidence as Minghao's words, which had your chest soaring all through class and even Jihoon asking you why you were so giddy. You just told him you'd gotten good news. Either way, your heart pounded as you threw caution to the wind. No more taking anything for granted.

"That one's your favorite, huh? Tell you what," you quipped, stepping close enough to take the jacket out of Chan's hands and drape it over his shoulders, "you keep it then and I will steal your blazer."

"Why would I do that?" He asked, gulping at the way your hands smoothed the jacket over his chest.

"Call it something in the dance floor air," you said, giving him one last look in the eyes before your hands found your jacket's collar, tugging it forward until Chan fell into you, his lips meeting yours.

The moment you connected, Chan kissed back, hands wrapping around your waist far tighter than they had last night as yours slid up his chest and around his neck. You moved faster, then he did, and you both kept at it, challenging each other until you both needed air. As you pulled away, though, Chan caught the back of your head in his hand, pulling you back into him so your foreheads rested together.

"Man, if all it took was dancing with you, I'd have made Jihoon switch partners with me on day one."

"Minghao also may or may not have snitched on you."

"I'm going to fight him."

"But it was mostly the dancing."

"Charmed you, didn't I?"

"Something like that."

"What can I say," Chan commented, flicking forward just long enough to ghost his lips over yours, "I know you so well."

You smiled and shook your head, which fell onto his shoulder, bringing that homey smell up into your head with the fall breeze once more. For once, you didn't feel like sassing Chan back, your chest-void now overflowing with more serotonin than you knew what to do with. "That you do."

#seventeen #seventeen imagines #seventeen reactions #seventeen x reader #seventeen scenarios #dino #dino x reader #dino x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #college au #best friends to lovers #fluff

[anisespice]

It’s always been known as the Dragon’s Keep.

A stone-walled prison guarded by a ferocious, fire-breathing monster with an insatiable appetite for death and destruction, a keeper of all things valuable. Stories were spread far and wide about the greedy creatures, terrorizing lands and snatching princesses right from their homes. In the keep, she will remain trapped in the highest room of its tallest tower, no means of escape for she was now a part of the never-ending collection.

That is until the arrival of her prince, her knight in shining armor, who’d slay the beast with a courageous thrust of his mighty sword, piercing through its heart in exchange for another. She’d be rescued from an eternity of loneliness, riding off into the sunset with her true love—A happily ever after. The End.

Fairytales. Propaganda, more like.

Even when he was just a wee hatchling, IWAIZUMI knew better than to believe the falsities spread by ignorant non-magicals. No matter if they raised their pitch forks and torches till their arms grew numb, he was taught to wear his scales with pride. Dragons weren’t ferocious or greedy, they never stole nor snatched neither gem or damsel.

They were protectors.

Gentle beasts who roamed Mother Earth to bask in her warmth and enjoy the fruits of her labor. Villagers would sought out their caves for refuge against harsh winters as guests, not as hostages. Princess’s fled unwanted betrothals to hide in their tallest tower by their own free will, not stripped from their beds in the dead of night to be doomed to eternal loneliness.

Iwa wasn’t certain how the rumors began, or why. He didn’t care—Their opinions meant little to nothing to the dragon shifter. One thing was for certain, “They’re a sickness. Nothing short of a plague on our kind, and by allowing them to live it would only mean our demise.”

But, his sentiment fell upon deaf ears. Oikawa hummed absentmindedly, too busy messing with his hair using a gold-encrusted spoon as a mirror. No matter if the reptile preached until he was blue in the face, his commander wouldn’t yield even if he were paying attention. The brunette’s tail flicked in annoyance, the strong appendage whipped around to whack the fellow shifter in the back of his head.

“Oucha!” Oikawa cried out, spoon dropping on the table with a loud clatter as he used both hands to rub away the pain in his now throbbing skull. “What was that for?!”

“Have you not heard a single goddamn word I’ve said?!” Iwa bellowed, making the other wince at the volume with his developing headache.

“Can’t really hear much of anything with a concussion, y’know…”

“The younglings returned from scouting, they’ve reported human activity near one of our northern territories. We’re not certain what they’re up to, but it can’t be anything good.”

He practically shoved the scroll into Oikawa’s chest. He grunts at the force, shoots his second-in-command a half-hearted glare before taking a glance at the report. Skimming through it he pursed his lips before looking back at Iwa, wearing an expression that didn’t take long to piss the other shifter off.

Iwa glared. “What?”

“Oh, nothing.”

“What?”

“Just this...this teenie, tiny little thing, no big deal, just couldn’t help but notice-”

“Spit it out, Shitty-kawa.”

Oikawa flipped the scroll around, pointing at a particular section of the report. “[_____]’s been crossed out. Pretty sure she’s a human. Which, according to your logic, would make her dangerous. Right?”

Iwa attempted to remain neutral, but the slight flick in his tail was enough answer for the commander’s suspicions. Not to mention, the pink hue now dusting across his cheeks. “She is the only exception.”

“Uh huh. Seriously, dude, you gotta drop this radical agenda of yours because I’m certain trying to wipe out her whole species would be considered a huge turn off.”

“Shut up, you don’t know what you’re talking about. She understands my goal, we even share the same opinions.”

“Really? Such as?”

“We both agree that humans are selfish creatures fueled by fear and greed. They despise anything they don’t understand, and destroy what they can’t control. That is why they’ve painted us to be the monsters in their stories—Makes their evil deeds feel justified.”

Oikawa nodded, unconvinced. “Fascinating. What else?”

Iwa huffed, arms crossed. “We also agree that without human interference, we’d be able to restore balance in nature. Migrations would go undisturbed, vegetation would thrive due to the forests no longer being stripped of its resources—We would have a fresh start.”

“Mhm. And, does she also share your sentiments on genocide, or were you planning on shoehorning in that part of your goal to her?”

There’s a brief silence. Both dragons merely stared at one another.

“Tsk.” Was Iwa’s only response.

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[mcdonaldsspritedispenser]

new au idea!

did a royalty concept … kinda happy with the results.

note: shipping isn’t canon in this au but for non canon it can be!

i’ll provide some information about each character as i go further.

edward golden

- 6’2”, tallest out of them all

- fair complexion, hes a white man (but its okay)

- his posture is OK … not as good as matts but not as bad as toms.

- chubby, but with mass. he’s strong. not as strong as tord though 😞

- his posture is slightly tilted due to the fact that he draws, he’s lucky his parents indulge in his interest for creativity

- he likes to paint alot! more often than not, his hands are smudged with paint smears

- he’s kind of messy, not as much as matt is but there are a few cans of cola strewn in his chambers here and there

- the most (genuinely) polite out of all of them

- still gets a little violent when it comes to bacon and cola but who doesnt honestly

- he’s confident, not narcissistic as matt but he can get competitive

- a self proclaimed leader, he’s usually seen doing most of the planning and diplomatic work like a real cool dude

- he’s not a *serious* leader by any means, though he’s loved and well received, he’s not ruthless or exactly violent, opting to be more peaceful unless he’s forced into violence

- likes to wander about in the town and say hello to passerbys. you can see him in stores buying cans of cola here and there

- he’s OK with fancy clothes. he doesn’t mind them but would prefer comfortable outfits that are still fashionable in taste

matthew henderson

6’1”, second tallest

PALE complexion. the whitest out of the guys in skin tone

body type is lithe but strong, he has done fencing and horseback riding so obviously he’ll have some muscle around his legs, but he can fight … not a fist fight though 🙏

very narcissistic, any compliment he gives to other people will always backtrack about HIM. you’re lucky if he even gives you a single “you look good” or something of that sort.

because of his narcissism, it correlates with how he looks. that man is groomed to PERFECTION. he’s the best looking out of the four men.

upright posture, it’s perfect and makes him look broad and tall, which is what he likes

whenever he flirts, it’s usually meaningless. don’t get your hopes up.

unless you’re JUST (which is impossible, honestly) as beautiful as him or caters to his every need, he won’t consider you much. if you’re on his mind, good job frl …

he loves to wear outfits that go all out. purple is obviously his favorite color and he can’t go with an outfit that doesn’t have a dash of royal purple

used to be an adventurer, he had gotten bit by a vampire which led him to turn into a vampire as well … he was okay with it *until* he realized he couldn’t look in the mirror. with that, he begged and begged to find an antidote.

he still as vampiric traits, like sharp front teeth and ears, but he doesn’t have a thirst for blood, per-say.

his eyes were originally blue until he was bit. for some reason, the antidote had left him with both blue *and* red eyes.

thomas radcliffe

5’8”

tan skin for some reason

he doesn’t like to dress up a lot so he wears basic clothes that pass him off as looking royal

he sneaks out the kingdom often with a cloak just to see what life is like beyond the castle walls

he’s enamored with music, he wants to get into the groove of it so he had some of his funds and purchased an electric guitar

whenever he’s upset, he’ll play the guitar he officially named ‘Susan’

his posture is okay, not as good as Matts

because of how sneaky he is, and how much he refuses to go out often, sightings of tom tend to spook people with his non existent eyes

with that, a rumor started up saying that tom is extremely scary and intimidating, people are often frightened and fear mentioning his name

when tom caught wind of those rumors, he was obviously upset

he’s definitely insecure about his eyes, leaving him to be cynical and pessimistic

tord lauritz

5’9”, fair skin

LOVES to fight

he argues often with tom in a diplomatic manner

grew up with being rowdy, he’s especially strong and fast

has muscle thats apparent under tight clothing

he doesn’t appreciate frilly clothes but he’ll wear them under specific situations

like tom, he also sneaks out, but he doesn’t hide himself

often times he’ll be out and about ogling at women for fun (im sorry)

he lounges around at edds castle whenever he’s pissed off at his family members

he was edds first friend, they’re still close friends

has apparent anger issues, he definitely has a room where he destroys things to take out his frustration

second most confident in himself and his body. he knows he could pull people in, but …

he can’t, for obvious reasons. he has to show restraint, unless someone changes that for him.

#eddsworld #eddsworld edd #eddsworld tord #eddsworld matt #eddsworld tom #fanart #eddsworld fanart #clip studio paint #digital art #ew #fantasy #royal au #au

[horsetailcurlers2]

YET ANOTHER long and obnoxious stream of my thoughts while watching greys anatomy for the first time (S19 bc i’m finally caught up, babey!!!! (phew))

-i hope this new class of residents isn’t as one dimensional as the last one

-“you say please to bhokee!” hell yeah you do schmitt. (i love that she did say please he was just so ready to jump down her throat about it lmoa)

-DEREK’S NEPHEW ?????!!! WHICH SISTER? my money is on nancy bc i always thought she was the oldest so she would have the son old enough to be out of med school

-okay i’m too curious (for some reason i’ve always just been curious about the shepherds) so i’ve gone back to S15E21 (good shepherd) to see if i could get a better look at nancy’s wall of family photos. i see one of nancy with a young curly haired girl, kathleen with a light haired child, and two photos that are just groups of kids. my assumption is that these two are all of nancy’s kids because if she had photos of her nieces and nephews i feel like they would include their parents. both photos show two boys and two girls. it looks like the same four kids just at two different ages. the oldest (or at least the tallest) in both photos is a boy with dark hair. this may support my theory that nancy is lucas’s mother. the rest of the photos aren’t very clear. the only thing is that all of the kids look very fair and lucas is not. they also clearly wrote this episode way after they shot the scene with amelia looking at the photos so they may have not even bothered with details that were meant to be sort of irrelevant at the time.

-okay this is a very tragic story with (griffin??? griffith??) and makes her lateness and weirdness understandable but am i the only one who thinks it’s insanely bizarre to be sharing your tragic life story to your superior on your first day?

-idk about this season yet. i feel them trying to sort of mirror season one in some ways, focusing more on the interns (which i think i like), trying to connect back to old characters, but it feels a *little* forced so far

-i like mean and snappy teddy

-have we ever seen this library before?

-“i tried to implement similar changes at various times and was always met with resistance” ???? when did bailey try to implement those changes to the residency program? she implemented changes but they for sure weren’t these ones

-why is it better for them to think he’s sleeping with her????? jfc lucas

-ADDISON LOOKS SO HOT. i like this costuming for her. very reminiscent of her private practice wardrobe

-i really like baileys braids this season btw. and i like that she has a special scrub cap that can cover them all

-lucas’s dad is from barbados. idk what to do with that but it is another clue lmao. if nothing else, i’m hooked on this season just to find out who his mother is

-no comment on the dancing

-helm looks really cute as a bartender

-owen when teddy isn’t super happy and content with him after he fucked them over and put their children’s well-beings at risk: 😯

-addison and tom should have met

-oh my god just tell them you’re a nepo baby!! they think you’re fucking your aunt!

-it made complete sense to bring addison back for this storyline. i hope they explore it a little more and keep bringing her back.

-i’m so confused about lucas’s whole complex. wouldn’t he have grown up with his dad’s last name anyway? why has this been an issue “all his life”??? and until he went to med school i doubt anybody even knew the significance of him being a shepherd

-what planet is owen living on where he thinks they would let him be chief again rn

-i can see myself shipping mike chang and mary queen of scots once they develop their characters a bit more. simone and lucas i like in theory but idk about the chemistry

-“i am not going to beg you to love me” good meredith bc that didn’t work out so well the first time u did it

-intern house is back!!! i really like that actually

-a full time administrative assistant is completely reasonable. richard had patricia when he was chief

-looking very hot for having just been hit by a car

-winston definitely had a point at first but at this point he’s pissing me off. it’s reminding me of that big meredith and cristina fight in the sense that it feels like he’s deliberately taking everything she’s doing and saying in the worst possible way.

-richard and addison’s dynamic is so underrated

-this is incredibly random but it just popped into my head. it’s so weird that amelia has never brought up her friend michelle on greys. you know, her friend from pp that committed suicide bc she had huntingtons which ultimately kickstarted amelia’s relapse. i feel like it could have been relevant to a few cases

-pru is so fucking cute

-so many people keep leaving i don’t really have a reaction to it anymore. but i will very much miss maggie. ik a lot of people don’t like maggie (prob bc they thought she was trying to fill the spaces that lexi and cristina left behind) but i really liked her. i think i found her very relatable in a lot of ways. even/especially when she was a little annoying lol

-why is this guy specifically requesting bailey? (not that she’s not great at her job it just has suspicious vibes) is he one of the anti choice harassers? nervous for that especially since addison is here so i feel like it will be about that storyline

-jesus christ i knew it. bc it’s so “pro life” to threaten a child!!!!!! go kwan though. and teddy!

-JUJU!!!

-yasuda x helm <3

-cristina mention !!!!

-i really like that there’s no intern/attending relationships lately

-i’m doubling down on thinking lucas is nancy’s bc i think if he has adhd, kathleen likely would have noticed bc she’s a psychologist. obviously it’s possible she wouldn’t have, everyone has blind spots but i think this makes the most sense still. and ik he could still be liz’s but i’m still unsure on if the ages work out and i think they were banking on which actress would be more likely to make an appearance later on and neve campbell is less likely to come back than the others.

-uggh why do i HATE simone’s wedding dress.

-omg i’m a terrible person i didn’t realize it was her late mother’s. i’m so sorry the fit of it just looks off

-i wonder how they’re going to ruin/derail this wedding? they’ve already done leaving at the altar, objections, elopements. maybe the twist is that she actually goes through with it?? or they’ll just be boring and so the same thing they’ve done before

-i like that they still call it “joe’s” even though we never see joe anymore

-winston is getting on my nerves. he always starts off having a point and then he gets all immature and petty about it

-dude that is not how a DNR works

-aww yay for bailey

-side note amelia looks great

-TEDDY!!!

#greys anatomy #you guys this was a lot but i did it #i didn’t watch the latest ep of season 20 but other than that i’m all caught up #i’d like to thank my agoraphobia and my unemployment for making it possible for me to have watched this much television #on my knees praying to any deity that addison shows up in s20 but it seems unlikely #i don’t even like the shoe anymore i just don’t want to give up now lmao #meredith grey #teddy altman #addison montgomery #amelia shepherd #these are all tagged under #greys reactions

[fruitobject]

ok so i have this very specific drawing request (it is funny)

so silver is string at a mirror and saying "mirror mirror on the wall who is the tallest of them all" and when he looks in the mirror behind him tall bowbot is there

i think its funny

candle gave him the mirror

#avery art #ii #inanimate insanity #osc #ii silver spoon #silver spoon ii #bowbot ii #ii bowbot #iii #inanimate insanity invitational

[natsarrownecklacx]

Forever Neverland Ch Three

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Wanda shows you to her quarters. The captain tries to get herself back on track with her plan.

Word count: 1,453

Warnings: Wanda being mean, slight n brief allusion to past abuse.

Series Masterlist Part Two

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“You can rest here for a while.” 

It’s the first thing Wanda’s said to you since taking you from the deck of the ship. 

Right now you're standing in what you presume to be her room. There's a queen size bed in the center of the room, four big, soft looking pillows and a blanket to decorate it.

On the left side of the room there is a large wardrobe, a mirror and a vanity. On the left there is a desk, scattered with so many things, a chest and a small makeshift library. 

The room is illuminated by candles and lanterns, the soft glow creating a calming atmosphere. 

The walls are decorated by paintings, four from what you can see, but one of them catches your eye. 

Wanda lets go of your hand as you move toward the painting to get a closer look at it. She follows you into the room, closing the door behind her as she does.

The painting is beautiful. It’s a big oak tree, the tallest one you’ve ever seen. Surrounding the tree are hundreds of fireflies. Grass covers the base of the trees along with the prettiest flowers, tiger lilies. The glow of the fireflies illuminates the orange of the flowers in the night's darkness in such a beautiful and striking way. Stars decorate the night sky in a subtle glow, so as to not distract from the main focus of the painting. 

The way the picture portrays the scene has you wishing to fall into it. It looks so peaceful, so safe, like the outside world and its troubles could never find you there. 

“If you need any food or water, ring that bell over there and I’ll get someone to bring some to you.”

Wanda informs you, gesturing to a string on the wall that leads to a bell on the deck. One she uses to inform her crew of when she wants them to bring her things while she is busy mapping or doing other piraty things.

Hearing Wanda taking steps toward the door draws your attention to her, her words finally settling on you. She’s going to leave you here alone. She’s going to walk out that door and close it behind her. You're going to be left in here alone. Panic surges through you. No. You can’t be alone, you can’t. 

No, no, no, no, n-

“Wait.” 

The words leave your mouth faster than you can process even wanting to say them. The slight disorientation leaves you wondering whether it was truly you who said it or if it could possibly have been her. 

That is, until she turns to look at you, an expectant look on her face. So it was you who called out to her and not the other way around. 

You stand there for a second, trying to gather your thoughts.

“Don’t leave.” 

It’s the first time Wanda has heard you speak. Your voice is soft, it suits you and despite the boldness of your apparent demand for her company, she can’t help but think she wants to hear more of it. 

The way you say it makes it sound as though you are begging her. Please don’t leave me alone. She knows that, she can hear it in your voice. But she’s been too kind to you already, she wasn’t supposed to be. She needs to course correct herself, even if in a small way. 

“You're in no position to be making demands, Princess. Least of all to me and about what I do with my time.” 

There's an unwelcome tightness in her chest as she says the words. She didn’t say them too harshly, but she purposely put an edge in her voice so you would understand the chain of command here. She’s in charge, you don’t get to make demands of her. You're here to serve a purpose, beyond that, you mean nothing to her. 

But then why does speaking to you in such a way affect her like this? Why does she feel as though she needs to apologize, to go to you, take you in her arms and promise never to leave your side. 

Seeing you react to her words only serves to make the tightness in her chest worsen. It’s as though the new way she spoke to you reminds you of where you actually are. Her change in behavior towards you has you taking a step back. She’d been playful only moments ago, teasing your obvious awe of her and treating you with a kindness and gentleness you long accepted you’d never experience again.

Now she’s treating you as he does, even if only by a fraction.

It's then that you remember who you're dealing with. Not a goddess, as she appears, but a Pirate Captain, one with a less than perfect reputation. 

The comfort she brought you before is gone, now replaced with a familiar need to escape, to run and hide away from the pain your mind is telling you is to come. 

“I’m sorry.” 

Is your only response, as you bow your head to look at the floor. Your hands play with your fingers to distract yourself from the change in the atmosphere around you. You want the other Wanda back, the nice one, the one that allowed you to hold her hand and whispered reassuring words to you. 

Wanda instinctively moves to take a step forward but catches herself before her boot can hit the floor. She shouldn’t feel this way. She’d wanted you to be afraid of her, before she actually saw you, she wanted you to fear her, she needed it. 

Now though, now that she’s seen you, talked to you, now that she’s had you look at her with comfort in your eyes at her presence, she can’t stand it. She can’t stand the fear she saw in your eyes before you turned away from her. She hates that she’s the one to have caused you such discomfort that you back away from her. It makes her skin tighten and her breath catches in her chest in a way she shouldn’t allow.

Sighing, Wanda takes a step towards you but stops in her tracks when she sees you curl in on yourself, subconsciously shifting back half a step. 

She doesn’t want to draw those kinds of reactions from you. Not anymore. Not now.

“I’ll be upstairs if you need me.” She speaks softer this time. “Ring the bell if you need anything and I will come down to you, okay?” 

Wanda waits, routed on the spot, for a verbal reply. Or any conformation that you’d heard and understood what she’d said. 

The only form of acknowledgment she gets is in the form of a nod from you. Your eyes refusing to meet hers. 

“Princess?” 

Wanda calls out to you. Something about the way she says it has you turning your attention toward her. It sounded as if she was unsure of herself. As though she wanted something from you she couldn’t let herself ask for. 

Wanda breathes a sigh of relief when your eyes turn to look at her. She couldn’t leave the room with you the way you were, something inside her simply wouldn’t allow her. She just needs you to look at her the way you did before, when you wanted her close, just once more before she leaves.

“Just-” 

Your eyes show your curiosity as you stare at her, waiting for what she’ll say next. A small smile forms on her face as she notices this. God her eyes are beautiful, Wanda thinks to herself. 

“Rest, Princess. It’s been a long day.” 

You smile at her, a genuine appreciative smile. It makes Wanda's heart beat pick up. It took so little to get you to smile at her the way you are now. Briefly, Wanda thinks of what else she could do to get you to smile at her like that. 

“Thank you.” 

This is better, easier. This is the Wanda you wanted to be around. The one you hope stays around for a long time.

Wanda nods in understanding. She waits a moment to see if you’ll say anything else, to see if she can hear your voice just once more. When you don’t say anything she moves to leave the room to let you get ready for your nap.

Walking out the door and closing it behind her Wanda’s thoughts drift back to her strange behavior towards you. Why was she acting that way? Why was she feeling that way? Why is she still feeling that way now that she isn’t around you?

The thought that stands out to her most though, as she stands with her hand still holding the door knob, is why does she want to go back in there and hold you till you fall asleep in her arms.

God, this is so confusing, so frustrating. 

Wanda’s mind hops from one thought to another until she steeles on one. The answer to all her problems. 

She needs a drink.

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Pirate Wanda has my heart honestly.

#wanda maximoff series #wanda maximoff x reader #Pirate!Wanda Maximoff x Reader #princess!reader #Pirate!Wanda Maximoff #Wanda Maximoff x Princess!Reader #wanda maximoff angst #Wanda maximoff fluff

[ask-derrick-hand]

mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the tallest cog of them all?

It's ME, of course.

Do not fact check that, by the way.

#derrick hand #desmond kerosene #toontown #toontown corporate clash #ask tag

[watasemasaru]

Please tell us about the Days Sisters!

The Days girls are the American Japanese-Welsh cousins of Osaka Trio (Wakaba, Ryuko, & Kyrie). They were born and raised in Harlan, KY to Oisín M. Days and Chieko Ono.

They're parents are both doctors who work hard to help people in Harlan which is an major poverty stricken area. Oisín is very quiet, a bit spacy, and always looks to have a cloud of melancholy hanging over him. Chieko is bursting with good humor and energy. She has a big laugh and a big heart.

Shasta Shizuka Days (married name; Sanchez)

DOB: April 1, 1968

The eldest sister. In the typical trope way she's also the shortest. Shasta is a Harvard graduate district attorney that works in tandem with the major crimes unit her husband Julio works in LA. She's perceived to most, even to her sisters as cold, mean, crabby, etc. Julio and their children are pretty much the only people who get to see the real Shasta. Like Ian has mentioned; "she didn't used to be that way." Shasta is precise and logical, she needs everything to be just-so. She's very fashionable and has an austere, clean sense of style...which is a stark contrast to the shit box death wobble rust ridden pick up truck she won't get rid of. With Julio they have three biological kids; twins Mana & Shiho, and Mamoru, and an adopted son; Mark. Outside of work Shasta doesn't really have friends, she's a homebody and likes to read old french novels or watch black and white movies.

Dahlia Eiko Days

DOB July 7, 1973

The second sister and the tallest at 5'11. Dahlia is not in anyway like her parents and sisters in the academics department. She only just barely got out of high school and WOULD NOT go to college. Dahlia is a detective that made her way out to LA and worked in Farmington but bailed, seeing the writing on the wall with Vic Mackey and his strike team. She worked major crimes with Julio and Shasta but eventually felt the need for seasons so she's currently in Chicago working Intelligence. Dahlia is brash, sarcastic, a shameless flirt, and short tempered. Because of her temperament she makes risky impulse decisions, but is fueled by good intentions and almost naive sense of what justice should be. Dahlia is the antithesis of Shasta where you'll never see her in a dress or a skirt, you can't even get in a blazer unless work requires it. She's jeans, tshirts, and hoodies all the way. Dahlia currently has a restoration project of a classic muscle car. In her off time she's bent down under the hood working, grease and grime all over her face and a cigarette in her mouth. She's also a reader but it's modern mysteries.

Sunny Miyu Days

DOB December 13, 1978

Third in line and the "older" twin. Sunny has stayed close to home, when to a state school, trained at glynco and is a us marshall out of Lexington. Sunny is true to her name; lively, outgoing, friendly. She has big golden retriever energy. Sunny is also very nosy and that usually gets her into trouble because she can't leave well enough alone. Her dog with a bone nature is probably why she's so good at chasing fugitives. Her and Raylan Givens both kicking up dirt hasn't put either of them in the graces of the people in their hometown. Sunny dresses a little casual for work, jeans and a button down in a tacky print, but at home she's a cutoffs, tank top, and everyone be damned if you make her put on shoes lol. She watches a lot of tv, cooking shows especially since she's of the four the worst cook. Sunny is a bit of carpenter, she likes remodeling her house when the mood strikes her. And she's nursing a HUGE crush on her coworker, Rachel Brooks.

Ian Hibiki Days (married name; Barba)

DOB December 13, 1978

The youngest! She and Sunny are also mirror twins. If you look at the banner their freckles are the same but the opposite side. Sunny's dyed hair distinguishes them but also Ian is considerably shorter due to getting sick in her early teens that resulted in her stunted height. She's right as rain though, just now she's "the short twin." Ian is less outgoing than Sunny, but still friendly. Ian's described as empathetic, intuitive, kind, with a tendency to be analytical. She's also a Harvard graduate with linguistics and psychology. She's a detective in Manhattan with SVU. Her partner was Munch until he retired and then got partnered with Carisi. She did early in her story help out Chicago Intelligence where she was briefly close with Antonio Dawson.

Ian is loyal to an almost deadly fault. She will always put herself out to help someone else. And like her twin will keep at it till she sees the desired result. Ian is a good cook but absolutely hates cooking. You can usually find her somewhere "low-end" as opposed to the fancy places nyc has to offer. She's big on breakfast. Ian now and then likes to play videogames, but to Fin's disappointment, not fps. She's a swanky dresser like Shasta but has a much more masculine/tomboyish flair. Trousers, jeans, oxfords, boots, blazers and plaid that looks like it came off a couch from the 70s.

She has a saint bernard; Chevalier, whom she had before she met Barba and a cat; Caderousse that Barba tried really hard not to like but that's his cat now. She and Barba have two children; Yui Catalina and Inés Hanamaru (middles names are maternal and paternal grandmother's names respectively)

#asks #oc spewage #shasta shizuka days #dahlia eiko days #sunny miyu days #ian hibiki days

[marta-bee]

Pressing on with the great Good Omens read-through, I do believe I've imprinted on our Newt Pulsifer; or at least identified with him to a perhaps extreme degree.

He's just some guy, you know? Looking for a job, he winds up working for Shadwell for a pittance. Bored and more than a bit stultified by being locked in a small room with his nonsense, he grasps at the chance to run an errand and even volunteers to pay his own way. I get it; we've all been in an office where the walls are closing in a bit and we jump at the chance to make a Starbucks run for everyone. And then:

Firstly, however, Newt had to do something about the flying saucer. It landed in the road ahead of him just as he was trying to find the Lower Tadfield turning and had the map spread over the steering wheel. He had to brake hard. It looked like every cartoon of a flying saucer Newt had ever seen. As he stared over the top of his map, a door in the saucer slid aside with a satisfying whoosh, revealing a gleaming walkway which extended automatically down to the road. Brilliant blue light shone out, outlining three alien shapes. They walked down the ramp. At least, two of them walked. The one that looked like a pepper pot just skidded down it, and fell over at the bottom. The other two ignored its frantic beeping and walked over to the car quite slowly, in the worldwide approved manner of policemen already compiling the charge sheet in their heads. The tallest one, a yellow toad dressed in kitchen foil, rapped on Newt's window. He wound it down. The thing was wearing the kind of mirror-finished sunglasses that Newt always thought of as Cool Hand Luke shades. "Morning, sir or madam or neuter," the thing said. "This your planet, is it?" The other alien, which was stubby and green, had wandered off into the woods by the side of the road. Out of the corner of his eye Newt saw it kick a tree, and then run a leaf through some complicated gadget on its belt. It didn't look very pleased. "Well, yes. I suppose so," he said. The toad stared thoughtfully at the skyline. "Had it long, have we, sir?" it said. "Er. Not personally. I mean, as a species, about half a million years. I think." The alien exchanged glances with its colleague. "Been letting the old acid rain build up, haven't we, sir?" it said. "Been letting ourselves go a bit with the old hydrocarbons, perhaps?" "I'm sorry?" "Could you tell me your planet's albedo, sir?" said the toad, still staring levelly at the horizon as though it was doing something interesting. "Er. No." "Well, I'm sorry to have to tell you, sir, that your polar ice caps are below regulation size for a planet of this category, sir." "Oh, dear," said Newt. He was wondering who he could tell about this, and realizing that there was absolutely no one who would believe him. The toad bent closer. It seemed to be worried about something, insofar as Newt was any judge of the expressions of an alien race he'd never encountered before. "We'll overlook it on this occasion, sir." Newt gabbled. "Oh. Er. I'll see to it-well, when I say I, I mean, I think Antarctica or something belongs to every country, or something, and-" "The fact is, sir, that we have been asked to give you a message." "Oh?" "Message runs 'We give you a message of universal peace and cosmic harmony an' suchlike.' Message ends," said the toad. "Oh." Newt turned this over in his mind. "Oh. That's very kind." "Have you got any idea why we have been asked to bring you this message, sir?" said the toad. Newt brightened. "Well, er, I suppose," he flailed, "what with Mankind's, er, harnessing of the atom and-" "Neither have we, sir." The toad stood up. "One of them phenomena, I expect. Well, we'd better be going." It shook its head vaguely, turned around and waddled back to the saucer without another word. Newt stuck his head out of the window. "Thank you!" The small alien walked past the car. "CO2 level up 0.5 percent," it rasped, giving him a meaningful look. "You do know you could find yourself charged with being a dominant species while under the influence of impulse-driven consumerism, don't you?"

The two of them righted the third alien, dragged it back up the ramp, and shut the door. Newt waited for a while, in case there were any spectacular light displays, but it just stood there. Evnetually he drove up on the verge and around it. When he looked in his rear-view mirror it had gone. I must be overdoing something, he thought guiltily. But what? And I can't even tell Shadwell, because he'd probably bawl me out for not counting their nipples.

I mean, what the heck is he supposed to do with all that? That's kind of the point at the end of the day. We are all Newt's, I guess, and what can any of us do, either on our own or to escalate it to someone who actually has the ability to respond? It's kind of a reminder of just how young Adam is, to imagine a response to all the environmenta damage that was really that straightforward and simply-handled. And he is that young, and the world really is that complicated (and therefore so thoroughly screwed). Not that there's not work to do or hope for improvement, but it's certainly not so simple as delivering a police citation.

But it's also just hilarious. Poor, poor Newt.

**************

On a different note, the bit about Agnes Nutter was really interesting. I think she cursed God (or its functional equivalent at least) for acting when They didn't really understand the issues at play. But I'm going to have to think about just what's going on with that little reference, probably reread it,, or more likely than not move on without fully unpacking it, because life is busy and I am a tired little Marta these days. But there's most definitely something going on there.

There's also something fascinating about Agnes's acceptance of the label 'witch': For wytch I am, for soe I am judged, yette I knoe not what my true Cryme may be. She's not scared of the word but precisely because it only means others attached it to her and she's not done anything wrong (quite the contrary, she's quite clearheaded and is mostly known for having helped her neighbors live more healthily), the word itself doesn't mean anythin bad.

She's a bit fearless, isn't she? Or at least has a broader view by virtue of her foresight. A badass certainly. I do hope we get more snippets about her as the story progresses.

#good omens #book omens #marta reads good omens #newt pulsifer #agnes nutter

[7fortune-kitty7]

The Snow White Princess Is ✰ Translyrics

I could've posted at any time, but I got lazy. What a catchy song.

Feel free to use and edit (just credit me if you do)    

✰ ____________________________ ✰

Magic Mirror, Magic Mirror on the wall

Stop saying that I'm the fairest of them all

Do you know how many times

I get the side eye when it's not my fault?

-

Once upon a time a kind old lady

Brought me a fruit so red and shiny

-

She was so delighted when I took a bite

My sight blurred to white (ah)

A feeling I can't fight

A familiar fairy tale plays while I sleep

As time begins to freeze

-

Oh please I beg my dearest prince, wake me with true love's kiss

Release me from this sleep like death. 

That's my only wish.

The flavour of bitter spite was almost like it's from some fable or story

No matter how much I wait.  I still need somebody to rescue me

-

Magic Mirror, Magic Mirror on the wall

I never thought that tying up your tie

and giving you a little kiss on the cheek

Was what started that jealousy

-

So then seven little dwarves came to see

Me, but they didn't see me beg and plea

-

Silently, one wrapped his hands around my neck with a smile

I wish I could dry

The tears falling from my eyes

I'm begging, please, oh please, let me breath

As I black out back to my dream

-

Oh please I beg, my dearest prince, please save me before I fade away

I can't answer your whys, I've been asleep everyday

The bitter spite I receive is a lot stronger than the true love I need

Before I fade away, please somebody come and rescue me

-

The sound of my last

Sign of life had passed

-

Just like that princess who was tricked into eating a poisoned apple

I travel back to dreamland

-

Oh please I beg my dearest prince, wake me with true love's kis

Are you able to even hear my heart's only wish?

Up in the tallest tower in the highest room In a snow white casket That's where you'll find me (aaahh)

-

Oh please I beg my dearest prince, wake me with true love's kiss Release me from this sleep like death. 

That's my only wish.

The flavour of bitter spite was almost like it's from some fable or story

No matter how much I wait. My prince is nowhere to be seen (aahhh) Please somebody save me

Before I fade completely

✰ ____________________________ ✰

Original Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aPb-MTcpNbE

#vocaloid #translyrics #hatsunemiku #miku #hatsune #vocaloid lyrics #hatsune miku #The snow white princess is #mikuhatsune #miku hatsune #anime #I'msorryforbeinglazy #oh well

[what-if-nct]

I had a dream completely unrelated to kpop but just really wild and confusing. First it started with me sitting in a tattoo parlor with two people I knew did not like me. And I just all of a sudden walked out without a word. And they asked if I was coming back and I just left without responding. Then I was walking around in this pink dress I literally just bought in real life. I tried it on like five times to see if I like it still split on that decision. Anyway it started getting cold cause I was in an outside mall. And I was putting on a jacket. And I walked past this store with raggedy ann dolls that looked like Sabrina the teenage witch but cartoon version.

And this little girl and her mom went in after me and the little girl followed me and picked up everything I picked up. I pulled out a hello kitty doll and she picked up one and asked her mom to buy it for her. I put it back and left to go outside. And there were like a bunch of guys like 10 of them. They all had shaggy or long brown or blonde hair. The tallest of them came up to me, he had the longest dark brown hair and said "I don't usually do this but I'm a videographer and wanted to know if you'd want to be a part of a project of mine." Then his friend came up to me, he had shoulder length almost black hair and showed me pictures he took of me saying I'd be perfect for it. The first guy didn't understand why his friend did that. And his friend shrugged and said he wanted to. And I said sure I'll think about it.

And his friend stayed near me then they were acting out a scene in the little stone sitting area. And two of the friends had kissed in front of me then one of the guys kissed me randomly causing typical guy loud nonsense. I kinda just didn't really care. Then I got a message and I raised my hand to get their attention and the friend who took the pictures of me and was near me noticed and asked what was wrong and I told him my grandpa couldn't pick me up and I had no way to get home. And the videographer who I think was the leader looked around and pointed out a friend of his who just walked up and said he can drive you. And the guy who was near me said " him?" And then gave him an elaborate story about how I was a pregnant teen and mom was an alcoholic. I don't know why.

And the friend said "yeah I'll take her home ,follow me to my car. " And the guy who stayed near me and took the pictures said he'll take me the short way through the mall and he pulled me away. And he was just a little taller than me when I stood up. And he was moving really slow and fast at the same time. And would hold my hand with both hands and say "I'm not taking you the long way just to keep you to myself" and he walked backwards while pulling me forward a lot then he got roped into this wall climbing game. It fell on him I had to pull him out. And nearing the exit of the mall his arm was just around me the whole time.

And we kept trying to exchange numbers but it just didn't happen. But I was able to call his friend and his friend said I took too long and he went back to his dad's hotel. Then the guy I was with said "I guess I have to drive you home, let's get dinner first" and we walked into this cobblestone area that was very different from where we were and he led me to a cafe and I pointed out Anna Nicole Smith with some old guy and a bunch of women. Then as we walked to his car there was this huge mirror in the way and I looked into it and I still looked plus size but I didn't look the way I thought I looked, I looked the way I wished I did but it was literally the way I always looked it's hard to explain.

But yeah even my non kpop dreams make absolutely no sense. And I'm forgetting a lot of it.

#im seriously forgetting so much my even my non kpop dreams are intricate and ridiculous #dreams

[hummingbird-of-light]

Whumptober 2022 begins NOW!

And this year’s character is… (as everyone knows by now already, I think)… KEENSER 💚

Still can’t believe I’m whumping that poor little fella, but he deserves more stories!

So… Let’s go!

No. 1 A little out of the ordinary (“This wasn’t supposed to happen”)

~

He liked the new school. They taught him new things everyday. Back on the Kelvin, which had brought him to this place, he had already learned new things. And they had learned things from him.

Keenser liked humans. They were friendly. And they were huge. Back on Royla he had been bullied for being the tallest Roylan - a giant monster. But between all these strange unfamiliar human beings, he was the smallest. He liked that.

The human they called Kirk had told him a lot about Star Fleet Academy. About what he’d learn there. About the chance to join the Kelvin eventually after he’d graduate.

He really wanted that. He liked the thought of being part of that crew.

And he loved that he had the chance to prove to the Roylans what he could achieve. He was the first one to leave their planet. And he wanted to make the most of it.

“Hey midget! What kind of creature are you?”

He blinked at the tall human he had never seen before. Keenser understood their language thanks to his universal translator. But he didn’t use his own too much. He wasn’t a man of many words.

So he just answered in one word.

“Roylan.”

The human who had talked to him exhanged a glance with his companions. Two other human males.

The leader laughed.

“You hear that squeaky voice? The hell is that thing? Maybe an experiment of science division?”

The other humans joined in and laughed.

Keenser just shook his head.

“No experiment. Student.”

It seemed to amuse the humans even more. The leader knelt down and just grinned at the Roylan.

“A student? Did you take a look in the mirror? You don’t belong here. You are a monster.”

The word echoed through his mind, reminding him of all he had endured back on Royla.

Anger rose inside his chest and suddenly he bumped his hard head against the human’s.

The human fell backwards onto his buttocks. He looked surprised. Then angry.

“Who do you think you are, huh?”

The other humans moved closer and each grabbed one of Keenser’s arms. They slammed his back against one of the walls. It didn’t hurt too much. He was used to it.

But what happened then, wasn’t supposed to happen.

The leader suddenly stood in front of him, a strange golden thing on his hand. Keenser had never seen something like that before.

He looked around. The halls were empty. Everyone was already in classes.

The Roylan whimpered in pain when the strange metallic thing hit his chest. It hurt! It wasn’t like a fist punch. It was way worse.

“You won’t ever talk to me like that again, monster!”

Another punch. He squeaked. The humans found the sound hilarious.

“It’s like a punching bag with sound effects,” one of them laughed.

Another punch. A pain in his ribs. Then one in his shoulder.

It hurt! It hurt so much! He didn’t want this. He wanted them to leave him alone.

Another punch into his stomach.

But suddenly it stopped.

Keenser opened his eyes to see someone holding the leader’s wrist.

Kirk.

“Stop it. Right now!”

The other humans dropped Keenser and backed away slightly. So did the leader.

“S-Sir, this… this isn’t…”

Keenser lay on the ground, trembling heavily. His body was in so much pain. Only then he noticed that the ring on the leader’s hand was mixed with sharp spikes.

“Knuckle dusters are illegal at this school. Any act of violence is illegal at this school.”

Kirk’s voice sounded so serious and stern. He… was angry at these younger humans.

And they seemed to be afraid of him.

“Sir…”

“Pack your things. You will leave the academy in the evening.”

“Please… Sir… we…”

Keenser looked from one party of the conversation to the other as they exchanged words.

“The headmaster will agree with me. Now get out of my sight!”

With one last look at the injured Roylan the humans walked away, head down low.

Kirk knelt down beside Keenser and helped him up.

“Are you alright little friend?”

He nodded. Despite being in pain, he was okay all in all.

“I’m sorry about these students. Some of them… are just plain stupid. But most humans here are nice.”

Keenser blinked. He remembered the bullies of Royla. It was just the same there. There were always black sheeps.

He didn’t know why he had thought of humankind to be different? Maybe it was because of Kirk and his crew. They had been just so nice.

“Let’s get you checked over at sickbay.”

Keenser nodded. He had seen sickbay at the Kelvin before. There were friendly people who helped others.

And he couldn’t deny that he may need a bit of help.

When they walked together, Keenser couldn’t help but look up at Kirk.

He was gentle. He was kind. He was a good human.

And when Kirk looked down at him, the Roylan couldn’t help but smile a little bit.

“Thanks.”

#whumptober2022 #no.1 #this wasn’t supposed to happen #star trek #fanfiction #keenser #george kirk #bullies #beating #george to the rescue