#oh the spelling possibilties

[whosname]

What a year, uh?

An extra Hattori Zenzou

[pokepasta-fluffcanons]

Imagine a sometimes coporeal Ghost Mike with an S/O who knew him before he died but the plot twist is Mike didn't even die to getting strangled, he died to something so stupid and his own fault that he refuses to move on (like choking on a pretzal crumb)

Sure it'd be a bit angsty at first but once everyone realises he's still around the potential *comedy* of someone making an offhand comment like "oh hey Mike, not evicting your lungs again are you?" and he just "it waS ONE TIME-" or like "sometimes i can still hear his voice :,,((((" "gay gay gay homosexual gay-"

or maybe even on days where he can't manifest visually he gets peoples attention by knocking shit off the counter or throwing stuff, real silly ghostman hours

Maybe even technology interferance like switching the lights on and off or a viddy game seemingly playing itself! the possibilties are endlesss~

This is so silly and I absolutely love it

*You knew Mike before his death, and you loved him dearly, so you were very devastated.

*…however, about a week or two passed and you heard his voice calling for you. You looked around and saw Mike! You could see him!

*and when you found the true reason behind his death, you couldn’t help but tease him a bit

*”I could literally haunt you right now, Y/n.”

*”but you won’t. You love me too much.” You knew how much he loved you, you knew he wouldn’t do anything bad to you

*and of course he also knows it, which is why he tends to stick around you more than anyone, including Steven.

*even on days he can’t manifest visually, he will still do what he can to make sure you know he’s still there

*whether it’s moving fridge magnets to spell out stuff or turning lights on and off

*occasionally he’ll play some of your video games if he’s that bored, so it looks like the game is playing itself, which you already know isn’t the case

[redpool]

NEW MOON

oops, i thought eclipse was before new moon

new moon is my favourite of the 5

mainly because i prefer the wolves

AHFGHGDHFHGCHG

CHARLIE!!!!!

ANGELA MY LOVE

jesus christ

lol

why do you say rabbit like that?

fucking hell

they're not even quiet about it.

the parallels to the R&J scene and the bit with the Volturi

lol, i thought vampires were supposed to be beautiful

DEMETRI!!!!!

lol

ew, shut up

ROSE MY LOVE

shut up Emmett

god

fucking idiot

i never thought these words would ever leave my mouth but PUT IT IN YOUR MOUTH

when i cut my finger my first instinct is to press on the wound so more blood comes out because it fascinates me, yours should be to cover it because you are in a ROOM FULL OF VAMPIRES.

how does the hair changing work for this kind of vampire?

because Jasper and Alice seem to have a different haircut every movie

THE CHIN TAP

FUCK

HOLY BALLS

clearly not

jesus sorry, I'm ignoring what's happening and trying to remember how to spell, apparently i can't spell it so clearly will have to do.

shut up, look at her bro

gasp

seriously

YAY TIME FOR THE WOLVES

look at her you little coward

shut up

there's not a single thought behind those eyes.

oh lovely, lead her out to the middle of nowhere then adandon her

what the fuck

thats not creepy at all

SAM!!!!!

is a bit weird tbh

THERE'S A POSSIBILTY THERE'S A POSSIBILTY

MM, MM-MM, MM-MM, MM-MM, MM, MM-MM, MM-MM, MM-MM

what are these nightmares from? PTSD or from the codependency?

ANGELA MY LOVE

oh my fucking god

this is not going to help.

ffs

skip skip skip skip skip skip skip skip skip skip skip skip skip skip skip

girl, just go to therapy, jesus christ

BELLA WHERE THE HELL YOU BEEN LOCA

SHOW ME THE BOY

GIVE HIM TO ME

ew, age is not just a number, you fucking pedophile

EMBRY, MY LOVE

AHSHDFVHGSDFV

good one, shithead

Charlie be my dad (NOT IN A SEXUAL WAY)

his voice irritates my brain

stop talking like that

skip skip skip skip skip skip skip skip skip skip skip skip skip skip skip

idiot

that's not enough blood for a head wound

ANGELA MY LOVE

stop

secondhand embarrassment

aren't you with Jessica?

jesus christ

Jacob is supposed to be 16, oh my god

lol

dont start with that toxic masculinty shit

you gotta stop bro

oh my god

'And you think I'm sort of... beautiful..' shut all the way up

STOP

pfft

i'm gonna hurl

ooo

hes losing it

Harry <3

jfc

stop looking

oop

'everyone' then proceeds to only name one person

oh my fucking god

how is that a 16 year old?

what, you expect flowers to last that long? do you not how the seasons work?

that's Sam right?

oh, they're all here, never mind

jesus christ Bella

wait she's 18 at this point right? and he's 16...

put a shirt on

liar

jesus, they're both bad for her.

he's got a fucking 8 pack

PAUL!!!!

oop

jesus christ

i fucking hate this so much

oh my god

jesus christ

EMBRY!!!!! god i love him

EMILY!!!!!!!!!!!! BE MY MOTHER

awe

grumpy x sunshine

AHAHJHDSFVJHS

what the hell

are you a fucking idiot?

oh shit

i hate that Harry died but i get Seth and Leah out of it so, i'm conflicted.

idiot

what kind of cpr was that

yeah, while you were attention seeking, Harry was dying.

eyeroll

fucking hell, that's not how this works, you stupid bitch

oh my fucking god

this treaty has been around long before you were even a thought.

*eyeroll so hard i do a backflip*

why do i do this to myself?

just yell, you idiot

*eyeroll so hard my eyes get stuck*

DEMETRI!!!!

FELIX!!!!

JANE MY LOVE!!!!!!

I FUCKING LOVE HER SO FUCKING MUCH

has Demetri always sounded like that?

ALEC!!!!!!

oop

shut up, Jamie Campbell Bower

oh my god

Felix, did your hand get bigger?

creepy little pervert

i see why Michael is always cast as the creepy weirdo.

oh god, i just noticed the children

why are you acting like you literally didn't just try to kill yourself??

Jesus, with the number of times I've rolled my eyes I'm surprised they haven't gotten stuck.

I'm gonna barf

his arms are the size of my fucking head

awe

oh my fucking god

I'M GOING TO SLAM MY HEAD INTO THE FUCKING WALL UNTIL I FUCKING DIE

I HATE YOU

I HATE ALL THREE OF YOU

see what you did, you've fucked up both their lives.

you've been together for like 5 minutes

[moonlightdancer26]

I am surprised by the need of the snaters or those that pair wolfstar to minimize the sexual harassment that Snape suffered, I remember perfectly how Severus reacted when Harry saw his memories, he was pale (which makes me theorize that if is pants were lowered)

What do you think of my theory?

I’m surprised too. It’s sad, really.

I remember perfectly well how Severus reacted when Harry saw his memories, he was pale (which makes me theorize that if is pants were lowered)

His pants were most definitely removed, and I have more evidence:

It’s strongly implied that they did. James was furious (cause Lily rejected him and left), the mob was cheering him on and there was no one nearby who could stop them. If it didn’t happen, JKR would have shown it’s conclusion but since it’s a children’s book where you can only hint at something like that and she ended the scene on an implication, it most definitely did happen.

Based on Severus’s reactions after this scene (he was pale and shaky), we can easily guess what happened next. The removing of the underwear wasn’t explicitly described because then we would have gone from a children’s book to an adults’ book. There is all evidence that James did it. All evidence that he, at the very least, wanted to do it. All evidence that Severus suffered from it. It’s still sexual assault, or attempted sexual assault, so his apologists can’t absolve him.

And it’s not as if Remus and Sirius denied it when Harry told them what happened. They didn’t say “Oh b-but you know, in the end James didn’t really remove Snivelly’s pants, so it’s okay.”

Severus reacted differently when Harry tried to use Levicorpus on him in HBP:

Right after Dumbledore’s death, Harry was chasing Severus through the grounds whilst trying to cast various different curses on Severus including very brutal ones like Crucio and Sectumsempra.

However, it’s interesting to note that except the Levicorpus spell, Severus’s reaction to all other curses/spells was like “Eh whatever 🥱.” He was deflecting all other spells with an almost nonchalant demeanor, but the moment Harry tried to use Levicorpus on Severus, he lost his shit and reacted in a much more anxious and aggressive way.

Severus’s reaction to Harry using Crucio, which is literally an Unforgivable torture curse and a far worse one than Levicorpus, on him:

“Cruc—”

But Snape parried the curse, knocking Harry backwards off his feet before he could complete it;

Severus’s reaction to Harry using Crucio on him the second time:

“Cruc—” yelled Harry for the second time, but Snape blocked the spell again;

Severus’s reaction on Harry using Sectumsempra, again a far worse curse than Levicorpus, on him:

“Sectum—”

Snape flicked his wand and the curse was repelled yet again;

Severus’s reaction on Harry using Incarcerous spell:

“Incarc—” Harry roared, but Snape deflected the spell with an almost lazy flick of his arm.

Now, let’s see how Severus reacted to Levicorpus, which was the least harmful spell out of all the ones Harry tried to cast on him up till that point:

Harry thought, Levi—

“No, Potter!” screamed Snape. There was a loud BANG and Harry was soaring backwards, hitting the ground hard again, and this time his wand flew out of his hand.

See how he completely lost his shit at the sheer possible chance/thought of getting Levicorpus-ed and reacted much more combatively, even though it was not even a lethal or brutal curse?

This time, he did not just deflect the spell but also impulsively and anxiously screamed at Harry to not use that spell on him. Notice that this was at this point that Harry was finally de-wanded, because making him wand-less ended every possibilty of him being Levicorpus-ed, it eliminated every little possibility of recreation of that traumatic incident. Since Harry was a carbon copy of James, seeing him attempting to use Levicorpus on him made him lose his shit.

Levicorpus was the same spell that Jim-Jam had used on Severus. Severus’s underpants were removed while he was in the Levicorpus-ed position, completely defenseless.

“Right,” said James, who looked furious now, “right –”

There was another flash of light (Levicorpus), and Snape was once again hanging upside-down in the air.

“Who wants to see me take off Snivelly’s pants?”

By HBP, almost 20 years had elapsed from the SWM incident, yet Severus still showed signs of trauma from that particular incident. This suggests something horrific or traumatic happened to him. Indeed, one of the most traumatic things that can happen to someone is getting your private body parts forcefully exposed to a cheering crowd. That crowd comprised of not just boys but also girls.

Imagine yourself in his place. Would you be able to forget such a horrific incident and forgive the perpetrator so easily?

(And there are still some James stans who say that Sev should’ve “gotten over” it and that he was being childish. As a victim of sexual assault, this infuriates me.)

Severus isolated that specific memory out of all his other memories:

The films showed a wrong depiction of how Harry got to see his memory. In the books, Severus had isolated that memory specifically so that Harry could not accidentally view it during their Occlumency lessons. In Severus’s temporary absence from the room, Harry did a conscious breach of privacy by purposely peeking into the Pensieve containing those memories.

The light was coming from the Pensieve sitting on Snape’s desk. The silver-white contents were ebbing and swirling within.

Snape’s thoughts . . . things he did not want Harry to see if he broke through Snape’s defences accidentally . . .

Harry gazed at the Pensieve, curiosity welling inside him . . . what was it that Snape was so keen to hide from Harry?

Out of all his memories, why did Severus isolate exactly only that specific memory so that Harry would not accidentally see it? Yes, he called Lily a Mudblood, but Harry and everyone else already knew that Snape was a Death Eater and had joined Voldemort when he was young, so it would be nothing surprising for Harry to find out that Snape had used a blood-purist slur in his teenage years.

This indicates that the memory included something much more worse, that Jiminy had indeed stripped Severus.

Severus’s unusual reaction after finding out that Harry saw his memories:

I’ll add more to what you said, anon.

It was scary:

Snape’s lips were shaking, his face was white, his teeth were bared.

He was shaking! His face went white! If he hadn’t arrived on time, Harry would have next seen Snape naked from the waist down. Nothing could be more humiliating than that.

“Amusing man, your father, wasn’t he?” said Snape, shaking Harry so hard his glasses slipped down his nose. [...]

Snape threw Harry from him with all his might. Harry fell hard on to the dungeon floor. […]

And as Harry hurtled towards the door, a jar of dead cockroaches exploded over his head.

His reaction is incredibly unusual since Severus was a very physically gentle person. This was the first (and last) time we see him physically hurting someone in the entire series. Basically, he lost control of himself. It’s clear he had trauma from that SWM incident. Personally, I think his reaction when Harry went into the pensieve was completely justified, Harry completely invaded his privacy and had just found out about an extremely traumatic event. Not to mention, Harry was the child of the two people (James and Lily) who made Snape’s Worst Memory what it was. (Cause James choked him and stripped him, and his friendship with Lily ended.)

We can say that he took off his underwear, we have actual evidence. And I honestly love how Marauder stans say that it never happened because we didn’t see it happen in the books, but then go ahead and claim that Severus harassed Lily and killed and tortured multiple muggleborns even though they have zero evidence.

I have more to add, but it took me 2 or 3 days to answer this (it was chilling in my drafts for a while), and when I don’t answer an ask immediately, I just get very stressed. So, I stopped doing what I was doing and busied myself with finishing this.😂😅

[theodora3022]

Selfish Deeds (Yandere! Gojou Satoru)

Summary: Satoru just wants you to be free of danger. If you are so knowledgeable why can’t you understand that he only wish the best for you?

A/N: This is just one snippet of many out of a collection(haven't decide the name just yet)...Since I have not read the manga(anime-only for now) so I just got a vague impression of what Gojou has been through, but that does not stop me from writing him like the cocky bastard he is. Hopefully it is not too OOC(as if yandere variant itself is not OOC enough pfttt) The reader is a stubborn psycho because that is what I am :) Will there be some future pieces that involves nsfw elements? I got a few ideas but no promises.

I blame @popi-the-fatui for my Gojou brainrots. You got your revenge on me by making me attracted to this dubious man. Word count: 1.6k

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Warnings: Female pronouns, Possessive behaviour, DELUSIONAL behaviour, non-consensual touching, power inbalance, general yandere content, slight mention of confinement and violence(This is not a healthy relationship dynamic!!!), reader is not a soft UWU girl, kthis is so self indulgent *buries myself into the bottomless pit of shame

It has been nearly fifteen minutes since the headquarter disconnected the call, yet you are still staring at your phone screen with disbelief.

You were supposed to travel to another city for a mission tomorrow, they had notified you of this mission a week ago.

You already got your luggage packed, and your theoretical research on the objective is thoroughly done. Then they dare to inform you: they have found a more suitable candidate! Right on the day before your departure too.

Your curse techniques have already limited you to more of a supporting role for most situations. There are not plenty of missions available for you to begin with. While you are content with educating the fresh blood of the community in classrooms the majority of the time, you still long for field actions every once in a while. It is an essential part of being a Jujutsu sorcerer after all.

Both you and the soft-spoken secretary who made the call know this is nonsense. The higher-ups recognize that you are one of, if not the best sorcerers available when it comes to reconnaissance and espionage.

Letting out a sigh of immeasurable frustration, you swore to yourself that you will find out who is the conductor of this humiliating turn of events. This is going to be difficult since you do not recall having any issues with any of the administration staff recently.

There is no reversing this misfortune, but at least you can be aware of who is responsible for such violation of conduct.

He is only doing this to protect you.

Gojou Satoru tells himself as such, at least.

He is aware of how unfair it is, to make someone less capable to take on the job. But he cannot risk your safety. The man has already got used to your company, and he is not willing to just let you disappear from his field of view for more than a week. Sure, you might have not admitted how much you like him yet, but it is just too endearing to see you flustered at his flirtatious words.

Although there have been some difficulties with rescheduling, he managed to use his connections to exclude you from that first-grade mission at last minute. On the bright side, the sorcerer cannot wait to lend you an ear to vent about how conservative and unfair the higher-ups can be. Maybe you will even say yes to a trip to the newest local bakery! You need some sweet treats to cheer yourself up, don’t you?

But Satoru has never thought about how you specialize in putting two and two together. (understandable since he never saw you in action before).

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Strange, you are not near the usual area in the library.

Sensing his footsteps, you opened your office door before Satoru had a chance to knock.

“We need to talk, Gojou-san.” That expression is new. This is the first time he sees you genuinely angry, which is to be expected.

But somehow he got a bad feeling about this.

You did not even invite him to sit down, instead just standing next to the floor window, arm crossed, with your back turned to him.

“Why would you do such a thing?” You have to use up all of your self-control to prevent yourself from having a full blow-up right at Gojou Satoru. Maintain composure. But it is easier said then done.

Does he think this is funny? To sabotage someone else's sorcerer career like this? You knew you should have kept him out of your daily life, as he is nothing but trouble to you. But you made the mistake of choosing to tolerate him, and some superficial part of you might even enjoy his dallying words a bit too much.

To the extent, you overlooked some red flags. This is a grievous error indeed.

Shit, now that he vaguely remembers what role you play on missions.“(y/n)-chan, what are you saying-” He knows you always act in supporting positions, however, he has overlooked your actual abilities and curse techniques. You collect intel and spy on enemies, how could he forget that? “Don’t play dumb with me. You got your ways, I got mine. There is no use denying what you have done. I thought you out of all people would understand what it means to be a sorcerer.”

This is a violation of protocol, changing mission assignments at the last minute. However, you know this man would not be receiving any solid punishment should you decide to report this. They would say there is “no harm done” and you would just receive a pitiful apology. Suppose you cannot blame them though.

They need Gojou Satoru, the Jujutsu community needs his prowess to keep innocent people safe. He will remain in the system no matter what.

Why are you questioning his motives? Does he have to spell it out for you? Letter by letter?

“You are not a skilled combatant, (y/n)-chan. What if you got yourself hurt?” Or even worse, killed. It scares him to think that you could be gone one day, how he would walk by this office corridor and never sees you sitting behind the desk ever again.

Not much in this world could send Gojou Satoru a chill down his spine, yet the thought of you dying is now on the list. He knows how petty this is, you wouldn’t be the one doing the actual exorcising after all. But the if, the slight possibilty.

He cannot allow that to happen, not ever. Even that means angering you and getting yelled at.

“What am I, some normal lawful citizen? I am a sorcerer just like you, Gojou-san. Putting ourselves on the line for innocents is part of the deal.” You let out a few short, sarcastic giggles, narrowing your eyes at him with fury. “It’s funny that you, out of all people, fail to understand that. If I am needed I will do what I must. If this is some sort of sick joke, stop it already, not funny. ”

Blunt, unrelenting stubbornness. Not like that’s news for him, Satoru has lots of experience with that since the day your path crossed. Although he finds this quality to be adorable most of the time, it can pose major problems like the present.

Oh, he is not angry at you. Satoru is more outraged at himself, don’t you worry. On the contrary, he is rather intrigued by your sarcastic remarks! However…

Instead of walking towards where you stood near the window, the man decides to take a turn towards the door.

That flashing panic within your eyes did not escape his sight.

The illusion figure you were projecting near the window dissipated instantly once he got your left wrist in his hand. Concealing yourself and projecting illusions, a rare techique indeed.

“Clever tactic. Making yourself invisible, projecting a faux illusion to distract me, leaving the door open and staying close to the exit. Your curse techniques are impressive. I almost got fooled, job well-done (y/n)-chan.”

The grip on your wrist suddenly tightens, you have to bite your lip to hold back a hiss of pain. How can he still flash that casual, playful smile when committing such atrocity? Those damned cerulean blue eyes too, you are ashamed of how you tremble and (internally) swoon at it at the same time.

Efforts to get away would most likely be futile, but you have to try. “See, you underestimated your opponent. I do see why you are good with lurking in the shadows now. Do you have any idea what I am capable of though?” Such delicate hands, it would be a shame if they were to bruise.

It’s unnerving how easy it looks for him to maintain a solid grip on your wrist while you pull back with all of your might. You know Gojou Satoru is strong and all, but this simple demonstration of strength is devastatingly effective. “Let go of me, you bastard!”

To your surprise, he softens his grip and you finally distanced yourself from him, panting and guarded. “Who are you to decide what I should and what I should not do? I made it crystal clear on the first day that I do not like you for the slightest.”

You know the walls are thin and coworkers might heard you, but you will have to worry about it later. It is, sadly, a matter of fact that you are somehow attracted to him, but that does not give him the right to use it against you. You must not give in to the temptation.

“You are pretty slow on the uptake for someone so smart. I was thinking of doing this naturally, we can go on normal dates to coffee shops, amusement parks, or even the museum if that is what you wish for. But now I see you do not know how much you mean to me.” Do you think Gojou-san is only flirting with you for the fun of it? It might have been the case in the beginning, but that is not the case since...recently.

He did not stop you again when you turned away, giving him one last menacing look and disappeared from his sight, even if he could see the faint trace of your curse energy. You will return to him and apologize after you calm down, he is confident about that. You value your job way too much to quit.

Then he could finally pull you into his arms, saying he does not mind and forgive your childish tantrums. Satoru does not plan to lock you up in a cage or anything(yet)! The students adore you and they need your guidance. Your clan is insignificant compared to his, your influence? Does he even need to consider that?

Gojou Satoru would always achieve his goals by whatever means possible. You are no exception to this.

[theanomily]

Imagine a H.I.V.E. scrabble game.

Otto, Laura and the Professor would be making technological words the others aren't sure are real.

Raven's not really bothered, but participates anyway to stop nagging. However, she will form words in other languages if she sees them before an English possibilty and will send the others her most deadly glare if they say anything.

Seeing that Raven's technique works, Nero will put a random bunch of letters together, saying that it's Latin because, damn it, he is BUSY and wants the game over and done with. Nathaniel knows it's fake, but says nothing as he too has work to do and could bring it up in a later argument. Max makes a point of making the word homework as he looks at Shelby.

In response, Shelby forms the word no. (Uh oh, someone's getting detention).

Franz loses because H.I.V.E.mind, who is counting scores, deducts points for spelling errors. Franz doesn't use German unless he's really stuck because he "can be developing his English."

H.I.V.E.mind stops counting Nero's score. But if he didn't, Nero would win because of his cheating.

Nigel, Penny/Tom/Lucy- depending on who is alive at the time it's set- play the game like normal human beings. So does Wing, but he uses quite a few long and formal words.

If Diabolus participates, he has a habit of making words like "dick" (I don't know, he strikes me as that kind of person for some reason). Nigel is really embarrassed.

If Ms Leon plays, she messes up the board on her turn because she is a cat and won't let someone else put down her word. The Colonel uses this to his advantage.

If the Contessa's around, she refuses to play, but will watch if she thinks something will happen. She gets called a spoilsport for a few days after.

Uhh... I don't think I missed anyone?

[little-birdseeker]

Battle of the Sisters

((This is actualy the third part of a story! You can find the second part here, or the beginning here~))

With the letter in her pockets, Isabelle strolled over the market of Kugane. The place was full, as always, but the little cat hat no problems with navigating through the masses. She was small and agile, after all, and could sneak through the crowd without being noticed. She knew exactly where to go - a small alley, where she would meet Iana again. She didn’t know why they had to meet there, but… well, Isabelle didn’t care. She was happy, her sister wrote a letter, like she had promised the last time, so she could take her measurements and make a dress for her. It was so exciting!

After a while she had finally managed to reach the alley. Iana was already there, leaning to a wall. “Oh, finally, there you ar- oh.” Ianas smirk vanished in an instant, and now her face was dominated by disgust. “The dye hasn’t been that good, has it? And didn’t i tell you that you shouldn’t be using magic anymore? You could hurt others, you know? Oh, and yourself as well. Magic is dangerous, and only responsible people like myself should make use of it.”

Isabelles heart stopped for an instant. She had tried to be prepared for this. Especially for this purpose she was wearing the same dress she wore the last time, although she would have loved to wear one of her other dresses, which were a bit more… well… red. “Eh… i just diiidn’t like it…”, she mumbled, a bit embarrassed to be called out like this. “But… buuut i know what i’m doing! I learned veeery hard to be able to use magic! I aaam responsible!” - “Oh, you…”, Iana chuckled. “You always thought you knew what you are doing. But you do remember the time, where you stabbed yourself with a needle? And that didn’t happen only once, and i bet it still happens pretty often, am i right?”

“Nooo, it does not! Since i learned at the weeeavers guild, i neeever hurt myself again! I have learned, how i can dooo everything! I’m skiiilled now! I knooow what i am doing!!”, Isabelle shouted, nearly crying again. How could her sister be so mean to her? Yeah, she had always been a bit overly self-confident, and a bit arrogant, but… it seemed like she was like a different person. Something… something didn’t feel right. Also, she looked so… so strange. Again, she looked more… more ‘womanly’, someone would say, even more than the last time, and she was so pale. “And the saaame goes for my maaagic! I’m veeery careful to nooot hurt anyone!”, Isabelle added. “And you.. you look and act sooo strange! Iaaana, what is wrooong with you?!”

“Wrong? Wrong with me?”, Iana shouted angrily. “YOU are the strange one here! YOU left home just like that! YOU were using magic! YOU are the one that looks totally different to mom and dad! And you accuse ME to be strange? How pityfull! Do you really think you are better than your big sister?” - “No, that’s not-” - “Shut your mouth, Isa! You know absolutely nothing! You were always like this, and you won’t change! You never did! Ever! But if you really insist… Let’s test who is the better sister. I’ll be at the beach of Shirogane. That’s where you live, right? Tomorrow morning, the beach, right before sunrise. If you are brave enough. If you think, you are better than me.” With a last smirk, Iana walked away, vanishing in the alley, leaving the confused Isa alone in the shadows. “That’s… that’s nooot what i meant! Please, Iana, come back!” But it was too late. Iana was gone.

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It was still dark, when Isabelle left the house. It was too early for the birds to be singing their morning songs, the chocobos were still sleeping. Most likely she was the first one to be awake this morning, although Valli could still be working. But Isabelle hadn’t checked. She wouldn’t want to be disturbed by her anyway, and Isabelle was not in the mood to meet anyone right now. Except for her sister.

With an uncomfortable feeling, Isabelle walked through Shirogane, heading to the beach. It  was quiet. Peaceful. Every now and then, she had been training with Sang this early. Stamina training, as he had told her. Running through Shirogane at this time was easy - no other person was around, after all, so they didn’t disturb anyone at all. But this… this was something else. It felt… weird. Wrong. Like she wasn’t even meeting her sister, but someone else. Or was her sister right, and Isabelle herself had changed so much? So much, that she didn’t even recognise her own sister anymore?

The beach was empty, when Isabelle arrived. Except for the one person. It was still too dark to recognise things, but as a Miqo’te, Isabelle had no trouble at all. Her sister, Iana. There she was, waiting. “Ohhh, you really did come here!”, Iana laughed. Which… didn’t sound like Iana at all. “I thought you wouldn’t. In fear, you would pick up a fight with me, your dear big sister.” - “A… a… a fiiight? I… nooo, i don’t waaant to fight! I… i thought…”, Isabelle stuttered, not sure what to do. What was this all about? Was that really her sister? She looked like her, yes, but… everything was so wrong!

“No fight? Oh, come on, Isa, i thought i made myself pretty clear yesterday, or did i not?”, the strange Iana laughed again. “Or did you really think we do a magic show of, have a great time, and that’s it? Oh no, that wouldn’t suffice. A real fight, a fight with magic, that’s the only way to find out, who is the better magician, the better Birdseeker!” - “NOOO! That’s… my sister… Iana neeeever picked up a fight in her life! She… she was alwaaaays kind! Not like you! You are nooot my sister! Who aaare you?!”, Isabelle desperately shouted at the Iana-looking person. “Oh, but i am-” - “You are not! You are not, you are not, you are nooot!”, Isabelle screamed. “You are acting toootally wrong! You sooound wrong!  You feeeel wrong! Your… your whole aaaether is wrong! You are nooot my sister! Where is she? Wheeere is Iana?!” Isabelles screams echoed over the beach, vanished over the ocean. It has been a long time since she had screamed that loud. Her throat hurt now, but she didn’t mind. She wanted to see her sister, not just a bad imitation.

For a moment, it was silent, until definitly not Iana started laughing. “Ohhh, so you did notice. How amusing. I thought you were too dumb. Or, at least that’s what your sister was thinking, i guess. She might have been wrong though, oh well. But don’t worry, your sister is right here, with me. She was just so kind to lend me her body, that is all, right?” Isabelle could see the evil grin on her sisters face, which didn’t belong to her anymore. “But, how shall i put it… she is rather weak, you know? You can’t do much with such a weak and unsexy body, even if you tweak it a little bit. It’s no fun after all. But you… you look really tasty. With your body… ohhh, the possibilties. And so much aether… What do you think, mind a deal? You give me your body, and you get your sister back, okay?”

Isabelle listened in horror to the words of her not-sister. What in the twelves name was she talking about? Lending her body? Who… who would do something like that? Who would possess others? Isabelle was thinking hard to find an answer, until she remembered her time in Ul’dah. The lalafell. The thaumaturges. A voidsent! A voidsent had possessed her sister! And it wanted to possess herself, too!

“N-No!”, Isabelle shouted at the voidsent, frigthened of what might happen next. “I will not give you myyy body! It’s miiine! And give my sister her body back, or else, i… iii…” - “Or… what? What do you want to do, you puny little girl? Oh, girl, just think about it. With my help, you could achieve so much. Think of all the power you could have. You could have all the men you ever wanted. Just… lend me your body.” It was… tempting. For a moment, Isabelle thought it could be a great idea, really, but… but her sister. Her friends. Did she really need that power? And every man? No! Never!

She shouted another “No!” at the voidsent, this time with much more determination. “I don’t neeeed your power! I don’t neeeed anything you can give me! Just give me back my sister!! Or else i… i will… i will destroooy you!” - “Destroy? Me? Laughable!”, the voidsand cackled. “Well, i promised your stupid sister, i wouldn’t hurt you, but if you don’t want to give me your body, well… then i have to take it by force, i guess. ”

A big fireball formed in the hands of not-Iana, while she began to float over the sand. From one second to another, the fireball came flying at Isabelle, who was able to cast a magic barrier just before it hit her. The fireball vanished, in the instant it hit the barrier - only hot air remained, which flowed around Isabelle. Another fireball followed the first one, but this time Isabelle was ready and dodged while throwing a magical windburst at the voidsent, followed by a lightning bolt. Both hit, but it didn’t seem like they did any harm to her. “As i said, laughable. What do you want to achieve with weak magic like this?”, the voidsent laughed. “THIS is real magic!”

Magical ice appeared in front of the voidsent and flew directly at Isabelle. The red miqo’te tried to dodge, but was hit several times. It hurt. It hurt so so much, but nothing a little healing magic couldn’t heal. She couldn’t loose! She had to win! For her sister! She had to save her sister! Faster than ever, she cured her wounds, ignoring the damage the ice had done to her dress, and threw a fireball at the flying Iana in front of her - this time much stronger than the magic she had been using before.

Again and again she threw magic at the voidsent, while trying to dodge and block the magic of it. Again and again she healed her wounds, while her dress fell apart slowly. It was never meant to be used in a fight anyway. But still, her enemy didn’t seem to be very impressed by her spells, although the voidsent seemed to be trying to dodge more and more, as Isabelle made her spells stronger and stronger.

Soon, the beach looked like a battlefield. Big holes had formed in the sand, where the magic spells of the voidsent had missed little Isa, and one of the little buildings at the beach had caught fire. But Isabelle kept fighting without thinking about it all. She was not tired, no, she still was warming up. Every spell she casted was stronger than the last one, while the voidsent looked more and more exhausted. “What… what ARE you?”, the thing yelled at her in fear. “I am Isabelle! And i want my siiister back!!”, Isabelle shouted, preparing yet again a stronger magic burst, which sent the voidsent flying, but it still wasn’t defeated.

How to defeat a voidsent? Did the lalafell tell her? She couldn’t remember! She just… couldn’t remember. It was… in Iana, right? And… wait, they did tell her something! What exactly was it? It was… eh... right!

‘Isabelle. If you ever have to fight a voidsent, and want to defeat it, there is only one way. Purge it. And hit it hard.’

Purging? Okay! “What, what is happening?”, her not-sister yelled, as Isabelle tried to focus her magic directly at her.

‘Hit it with all your might.’

More and more aether gathered around the voidsent, as Isabelle continued to push her limits.

‘Make it hurt.’

I will!, Isabelle thought, not knowing where all the aether came from, but she didn’t care. She just took it, showing at the damned voidsent, which was now expelled from the body of her sister.

‘Make it count.’

“Nonono, aaaargh!!”, the voidsent screamed, now filled with way more aether then it had expected from that little catgirl. “Where does that come from!?”

‘Release it all at once. That’s the only way.’

It exploded. All at once. Rays of pure magic shot from within the voidsent. The water they hit evaporated in an instant. The sand began to melt. Several buildings were damaged slightly, some catching fire. And the voidsent screamed and screamed, the voice pitching higher and higher, until it was over, until the magic was gone, together with the evil being. Only Isabelle remained, and the body of her unconscious sister, illuminated by the morning sun.

Was it… was it over? Was it gone? Isabelle couldn’t think nor walk straight. She had never felt as tired as now, but… but there was one thing to do! “Iana? Iaaana? Are you okay?” As fast as she could, Isabelle ran to her big sister, who was lieing there, with closed eyes, as if she was sleeping. “Iana? Are… are you huuurt? Wake uuup, Iana, i’m here! Iana!” She shook her a bit, but Iana gave no reaction. Was she... ? No, she couldn’t! She was not allowed to! Her heart was still beating, right? And she was still breathing! She had to be okay! Isabelle had saved her, so she had to be okay, right?

With her last strength, Isabelle took her sister from the ground, took her on her back, and walked slowly over the beach. “I… i knooow someone who can help you, okay? Everything will be fine! I prooomise!” Past the holes in the sand, past the burning building she carried her big sister, while breathing heavily. She had to bring her back to the free companies house. Valli could help her. She had to! She was the best healer she knew! Of course she could do something, right?

Isabelle nearly collapsed, as she reached the stairs that went up from the beach to the houses. “...Isabelle?”, a deep and familiar voice said on top of the stairs. “W-Wiiickid!”, Isabelle cried, not thinking about why he was here. “It’s… it’s my sister! She… i need to see Valli! Nooow!” She took another step, nearly collapsing again. Wickid went straight to her, trying to take Iana from her. “Nooo, i can do that alooone! Just tell-” - “Isabelle!” Wickid’s strict voice surprised her, giving her no chance to answer back. “You are hurt. Let me take her, and you go and tell Valle.” Without any objection Isabelle let take her Iana, and together they ran as fast as the could back to the house.

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“Vaaalli! Vaaalli!”, Isabelle cried in desperation while hammering at the door of the little lady, until she finally opened the door. Normaly, the miqo’te would disturb her because of some trivial matters, like wanting to read a book of hers (the answers was no) or asking where Sang was (she would like to know that herself, thank you), but this time…

When she saw the cat, she knew that something was wrong, that it was urgent. Isabelle had so much aether, she would normaly see a faint red glow of it, even with her glasses. But now, it was… gone. And when she took a glance over her glasses… she didn’t see her like a glowing red sun, but more like a strong red. That meant… what did that girl do? “Miss Birdseeker, what do you want?”

“Vaaalli!”, Isabelle cried, pointing at the stairs. “My siiister! Wickid… brought her here! She… a voooidsent! You have to heeelp her!!!”, the girl stammered - “Miss Birdseeker, please, calm down. A voidsent? Your sister? Can you explain tha-” - “Huuurry! You have to heeelp her!”, Isabelle interrupted her, trying to pull the lalafell to the stairs. “Miss Birdseeker!”, Vallencia shouted, freeing herself from the weak grip of the miqo’te. She was about to go back to her room - her work wasn’t finished yet - but… a voidsent? And Isabelle… she looked so miserable. Her dress had so many holes, so many cuts, her hair was a mess, her eyes red from all the crying… “Okay, where is she? Wickid brought her here, right?”

A moment later, Vallencia stood in front of the badly damaged and unconscious Birdseeker, who was lying on the couch in the main hall of the free company. What should she tell Isabelle? There was nothing left. All her aether was gone, except for a little faint glimmer. There was no way… but Isabelle still tried to push her own aether into her sister, although it would vanish into nothingness. Even Wickid sensed, that it was to late. But Isabelle…

As Vallencia wanted to speak up, a little miracle happened. The eyes of Iana opened slowly, fixating on Isabelle. “Isa…”, she said with such a weak voice. “I-Iana! Iaaaana!” Tears were running down her cheeks, as she saw a sign of life in the weak body in front of her. “I kneeew it! You are baaack! I’m sooo sorry, i didn’t want to hurt you, but i… the voidsent! And-” - “Isabelle…”, Iana interrupted her sister, stopping the flood of words. “How could i have not seen what a fine young lady you have become…?” A faint smile formed in her face. For a moment, the time stopped for Isabelle. Did… did her sister really accept her? Praise her? At least a bit? Did she really make her proud? Now, they could start over! They could make dresses together! And be happy, right?

And then, reality came back. Ianas eyes closed, but her smile remained, as the last bit of aether in her body faded. “I-Iana?”, Isabelle asked, not understanding what was happening. “Iana? You… you’re just sleeping, right? Just sleeping? Iana? Saaay something, Iana? Iaaana? You… no, you can’t go! Stay with meee, Iana! Iaaana! Iaaana!!!”

It was heartbreaking to watch, as Isabelle shook the body of her sister. But it was no use. She was gone, and would not return ever again. “Isabelle…”, Wickid tried to calm her, putting his hand on her shoulder. “Wickid, she is just sleeeeping, right? It was tiiiering, right? She’ll be baaack, right?” Her tears were flowing down, dropping on her destroyed dress, onto the carpet. “Isabelle…”, Wickid said again. “Your sister, she has returned to Hydaelyn.” Isabelle stared at him. This… no way this could be real! Her sister was strong. She would never…! She could never…! Isabelle looked at Vallencia, but the lalafell didn’t return the favor.

There was nothing left to do. There was nothing she could do. Except for crying. Crying over her dead sister. Crying for all she had lost in this moment, while Wickid tried to calm her down by stroking her hair. Meanwhile, Vallencia returned to her room. There was still work to do, and Wickid would take care of Isabelle, and maybe… maybe she should inform Azura too. The elezen had taken care of the girl the last days, and she would know what to do.

[allelitelady]

Brother Feud

I could never decide which Buck i found more attractive. It often changed day by day. You have Matt, tough as hell, the older one, but also so sweet and giving to people he came across. And then you have Nick.. cocky, cool, his calm, collected attitude was so drawing to me.

When they recruited me from ROH when they started AEW it was an easy yes. I had a huge role in production at ROH, but the thought of doing something on a bigger scale national level was so exciting i could never pass that up. Being on the production team with AEW meant a lot of time spent with not only Nick and Matt, but Cody, Brandi, and Kenny too. I felt like I had great rapore with all of them but with Nick and Matt there was always some type of back and fourth, inside jokes, and a lot of flirting. But never when both of them were present, it was only when I was alone with one of them.

The jokes with Nick were borderline dirty flirting. Talking about sex, how we were both in dry spells, and how he could do wonders for me. Where with Matt it was more like how beautiful i looked that day, and how great I am. Either way both of them have stolen a little piece of me and I'm not sure they even realized it.

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"Wow, who are you trying to pick up tonight?" Nick asked as I got into the Uber he was already sitting in. "What are you talking about?" I said as I got into the car carefully not to expose too much. The low cut black bodycon dress was perfect for being in Vegas and going out. After all it was Double or Nothing weekend, the crew arrived Thursday and we decided to go out that night, obviously we couldnt do it Friday with the show the following day. The whole roster rented out a space at Palms casino right off of the strip to celebrate the first pay-per-view under the AEW name. "A little revealing don't you think?" "Are you getting possesive Nick Jackson?" you say sarcastically shocked. "What if I am?" he asked. You laugh and shrug him off, although it made you feel really good. "I'm being serious" he says, and his tone changes. You turn your body to face him a bit, "Well then maybe I'm trying to pick up you tonight" He smirked at you as the car stopped and we arrived at our destination. I could see Matt waiting for us. "Thank you" we both say to the uber driver and get out.

"Whoa!" Matt says, "Better not bend over" he adds and starts pulling at the bottom of my dress. His hands being so close to certain areas makes me nervous. "Stop!" I say flicking his hand away. "You two are way overprotective of me! How did I get so lucky" you say rolling your eyes. Nick walks close to me as well as Matt. "Let's go get you a drink" Nick whispers into my ear. I smile and almost laugh, typical way of him flirting with me.

You stand at the bar chatting it up with Joey Janela, maybe getting a little flirty putting your hands on his arm. After chatting with him for less than 5 minute I feel a hand on my arm "Excuse us a minute brother" Matt says.

He pulls you a couple feet away, "What the hell was that?" he asked. "What are you talking about?" As you get defensive. "You were all over him" "Like hell I was Matt" you say even more annoyed. "You're being a fucking tease" he says as you try to walk away. He cursed. He just cursed towards you, sweet, gentle Matt cursed at you. You're still in defensive mode, you scan the room and see Nick already staring at the two of you. You lock eyes with him and he immediately gets up knowing that you probably need him. "Fuck off Matt, it's not like i'm your girlfriend or anything" you say, and your words stung him a little and he didnt even realize they would. You leave and make a b-line to Nick who is already approaching you.

"What the hell is going on?" he tries to shout over the loud music. "Matt is being all possessive and shit, telling me i'm a fucking a tease!" you shout near his ear. He backs out and looks at you confused. "Come on let's go outside" he says, He takes your hand and you follow him where you don't have to shout.

"He's probably just had too much to drink." he says in a normal tone. "I've had a lot to drink I'm not making any judgements" you say, "I was literally talking to Janela for 5 minutes and he comes over pulling me away." "It's alright y/n" Nick says pulling your hips over towards him and then wrapping his arms around you. "I'm still pissed at him" you say into Nick's chest. "I know a way you can take your anger out" Nick whispers into your ear, his hands moving down towards your ass and soon enough he cups it and you start to get excited. You know what he's suggesting, but you play along "I might need your help" you whisper back and you can feel his erection growing against you. He backs out so he can see your face, he can see you're being serious and at this point the dirty flirting, he's been wanting you for months now. He had a feeling his brother might be into you also, but he just blew that. "I'm gonna call an uber" he says with a smirk. "That's a really good idea" you say.

Are you really about to do this? All the nights you moaned both their names while pleasuring yourself. Thinking of all the possibilties of sleeping with either of them. Nick didn't really leave a lot to the imagination with the way you two talked. As you're riding in the uber back to your hotel with Nick your phone goes off and it's from Matt. Nick puts his hand on your bare thighs, "don't even look at your phone" he says moving his hand further up, you look over at him and smirk as the look in his eyes is so intense.

We get back to the hotel room as soon as the door closes, he jerks your hips towards him puts his hand behind your neck and kisses you. Finally the kiss you've been yearning for all these months. You feel your body hit the bed and suddenly Nick is on top of you. You pause for a moment, "If we do this Matt can't know, at least not right away" "Okay, fine." he continues to kiss you and then you feel his hand hiking up your dress, tossing your wet panties that have been like that ever since you were outside the Palms. “Damn, you got this excited for me? Nick says, that cocky attitude of his really showing. “Not the first time.” You say with a smirk. He raises his eyebrows curious, he starts to wonder how many times you’ve masturbated thinking of him, because he knows he’s done that several time with your image in his mind. He slides his body down, his mouth so close to your clit, the heat from his breath makes you squirm. “Now you’re the tease” you say wanting to push his head against you. He smirks at you know you’re not really ready for him. Once he starts using his tongue you’re blown away, when he starts to use his fingers you lose it. “I’m going to cum Nick” you say grasping the sheets beside you. “Cum for me then” he says. Within seconds you climax and let out a loud moan, not caring who the hell could hear you. That release you’ve needed for months has finally come. He gives you a second to catch your breath before you know it he’s turned you over so you’re on your hands and knees and he’s putting his thick cock into you. “Fuck Nick” you pant. He talks dirty to you, making you beg him for his cock, making you say his name, etc. “Baby I’m gonna cum” he whispers in your ear because at this point your basically flat on your stomach while he goes at you. You both climax at the same time, he rolls off of you onto his back on the bed. Your roll over and look at him, his chest rising as he’s out of breath himself. He looks over at you and smiles while breathing heavily then turns his head back to stare at the ceiling. “Wow.” He says. I hope that is a good wow is all you can think of in your head. He looks at you again and you look back at him, "I've been waiting for this for a long time." he admits, he rolls over and strokes your face then softly kisses your lips. "I should've done something about it sooner, but I really was afraid you were into Matt and not me..." You pull his lips back down to kiss him, "I've had some serious feelings for you too..." you admit. "But ..I have this weird relationship with Matt, there's attraction but it's nothing like how I feel about you." you tell him to reassure him. "Well at least you're being honest." he says still looking into your eyes. "that's why you don't want Matt to know right now?" You shake your head yes, "Like a week tops, just to figure out what I'm going to say." "You know it doesn't have to be you, I can straight up tell him." "I just want to take care of you." Nick says. "Oh you've taken care of me" you say and you both smile and let out a little laugh.

You both end up falling asleep that night in your hotel room, Nick's arm draped across your body. And then suddenly a pounding on the door startles the both of you. "Ugh what the fuck" you say. "I'll take care of it" Nick says groggily getting up out of bed, he puts on the jeans he had last night, still shirtless and goes to the door. "Calm down" he shouts as the person on the other side keeps pounding on the door. Nick opened the door and on the other side was Matt. "Oh hey man, whats up?" "What are you doing in y/n's room?" "Uhhh, i just ended up crashing in here last night. After i brought her back to the hotel after you busted her balls, she was pretty upset man." Nick says still standing in the door way. "So you brought her back and fucked her then right?"

You quickly get up out of bed, really glad you put on some clothes to go to bed last night. "What the fuck Matt" you say. "I got this, just go back to bed" Nick says. "No I'll take care of it, you say going under Nick's arm to talk to Matt outside of the door.

Nick closed the door, of course still listening from the other side. "So you flirt with Janela, and then fuck my brother? Great y/n, just great" "First of all, my love life is my own personal business. When did you start caring so fucking much?" He looks at you disappointed and shakes his head. How are you supposed to know that he has feelings for you?? He just acted like a platonic friend most of the time. "I guess I should've spoke up" he says.. "I just wanted to come and apologize for last night, that's all I guess" he says.

But you get the feeling that he wanted to apologize and share his actual feelings.

[bonbonswirl-blog]

Broken

ALL THE CHARACTERS BELONG TO @brueklynn I OWN NOTHING. Because there is a character that we dont have any kind of idea about them, i will just go by 'another person' without any names or features, just a person XD i made this while having cold so it may seem a little off, try to enjoy Xd

11 pm

Behind a bar.

Thats what the letter said. Eyes lingered over the lines before the letter was lifted down to show the view of a big bar, was that really the place he was meant to visit? Only one way to find out. He entered the bar, rough paintwork that coats the door and push, shards of black paint crumble to the floor. The bar curved into a room, dark in the barely lit place, through the windows the diamonds of lead panes trickles the sallow light of street lamps. The hinges squeal as though they are a warning, but their plea is silenced by a wall of noise. Laughter overpowers the jukebox. Conversations swirl in a dirty cloud of smoke, the stagnant stench of cigarettes hides within the collaboration of mephitic odours. A sharp smell of drink wafts towards him, like black plumes bellowing from the windows of a burning house. There is even a hint of sick tainting the fragrance of the room.

He looked up and down, right and left, He cant find the sender of the letter, wait...Of course he wont! the letter said to meet Behind a bar! Now have he to find where is the back door that leads to outside. It took him long enought till he found it. trying the door knob, the heavy iron bound door swung open, revealing a wide area enclosed by a flimsy hain-link fence. The unrelenting darkness took over everthing, plucked the stars and anything that can glow, burying them beneath the sky. The air had thickened, the temperature dropped and nowhere was there a comforting sound. Trash cans leaning on the bar cracked walls, ground covered in dusty powder, what looked like a streetlight, which was the only one that isnt fully broken, flickered, casting an errie smudgy beam onto that black place. That wasnt really the...best place you could invite someone to meet you in...It was all quiet and derelict. He had the enough courgage to step forawrd, walking unusually slow, he had an odd gait, It was slightly lurching as he went, trudging along at a sedate pace. His head right and left, searching for who he was supposed to meet with, his mind focused on finding a sign of someone in this hopeless space rather than the footsteps that seemed to echo throughout the desolate yard, why didnt he just call the name to hear a respone? Maybe because it doesnt sound like a good idea to do so in this haunted place. Yet still, he kept finding his eyes diverting to something each moment he heard a low simple sound, darting to locate the source. Thats until, under those overwhelmed black shadows, and after a short stroll, he found who he was looking for, standing there uncommonly, under another bulb that lacks illumination. His boyfriend clicking his feet to the land underneath, probably out of pateince. Finally, harry found him! Walking towards his direction smiling. "Hey babe!" "harry..." "oh boy! why you gotta choose this place for a meeting? We could have gone inside the bar as usual, right?" Harry was still confused beind the sudden call at this late hour, but he didnt care. "Tonight we...not gonna drink at the bar." "uh, ok? So, why did you send this letter today? What are we going to do?" He pulled it from his pocket to show the proof. "Harry we....we need to talk." Not like this startled harry a lot, but it wasnt in an ordinary tone. "Sure! Talk away!" His boyfriend spoke with his head to the dusty ground. "You see...how both of us go together to do anything. to walk together, to talk to each other everyday, to work and help each other when in any of us in trouble, it was all nice werent it?" The sudden mention of their sweet times together was also strange. "Of course! And im glad I do all of these thing with you!" "and this is what I wanted to talk about tonight harry..." the fletcher paid his attention, waiting for his darling to start the conservation, he doesnt need to consider bad possibilties, instead he was a bit happy inside, what if those mentions were to remind the other of their constant affectionate attachment and celebrate 'something' together? That would be a lovely thing! It was tenser than a tiger who stalks a prey while harry lover peers his way to him, face resolutely unimpressed. "I think this..... relationship needs to...needs to....needs to end." Harry stopped like he had taken a bullet to the guts. The words fell on him like a storm. The cold air hitting his face.

"...What?......" He may just heard it wrong, he hoped he really did, he wished he did and this is not what his love just stated, doubt was filling him. "We need to end this harry." His boyfriend repeated, affirming his recent words. No, his hearing was right, thats what he just said... "What....W-What do you mean?!?" "What do you think I mean?" His lover raised his eyes to meet harry ones, so he would know he isnt just messing around. It took harry a while to speak again. "You dont really mean this..." "Do I look like I am joking?!?" Harry looked downward briefly. "but...But....I...I thought we loved each other..." "You Are Right!! LOVE'D'!! Its all from the past harry!!" Why would he say such a thing...his mind cycles through emotions faster than a kid flipping radio channels, he was broken. Harry couldnt accpet what is taking place, but what else is there to do? "dear you...I dont think you are in your right mind tonight..." "No!! YOU Are Not In Your Right Mind Harry!!! Didnt You See It?! This ISNT Working!!! It Never Did!! Now Go Away!!" "Wha-" "Go Away!!!" his words and his anger cut too deep that harry couldnt change the image of him. When he met his gaze his was just the same. "No" "Why Dont You Get It?! Go Away!!" "No I wont! you need to go back to your sanity!!" "Im In My Full Sanity! Just Go Away!!" "Not Until I know Whats Wrong!" "I Said GO AWAY YOU GARBAGE!!!!" Rising his fist, his hand swinging out connecting to harry face in a flash of pain. Although not on his back, harry toke a few steps back from the impact. Bewildered, pressing a pale hand to his cheeks trying to comprehend the previous seconds. Did..Did his..Did his boyfriend for the first time just....punched him?!

"You......." "I told you to go away." " I DONT UNDERSRAND YOU! WHY?! DID YOU CALL ME OUT TO THE BAR AT 11 PM JUST TO BREAK UP WITH ME?!" "yes, I Cannot keep this up any longer Harry, I needed to do it now." "Im Not Breaking Up With You Until You Tell Me The Reason!" "look At Me In The Eyes And Say You Still Dont Know The Reason!! I Dont Even Know What Got Me To Agree To Be With You!" With each little word... a piece of harry heart broke. "...how could you say this...what happened that changed you?...." "Changed Me?! YOU Changed Man!! I Kept Being Myself and Been Who I am While Keeping Our Connections Stable!! I Did Everything With And For You!! Even In Stupidest Things! And I Shouldnt Have!" "But Bab-" "I Hate You!!" "No-" "I Always Did! And I knew One day you willl hate me too!" Thats wrong. They both loved each other, they said it and showed it, all of these are just words from anger...so why all this nonsense about love and hate? Where had he gone wrong? Since when did this love turn to poison? He doesnt know what had climbed inside His beloved and turned him mad. "Stop!! YOU Need To Calm Down!" "NO!! And For The Last Time Go Away!!" "Not Until I know The Reason!!" "No You Wont Know Now Go Away" "I Already Said Not Until I know What Happened!!" "GO AWAY!" "NO!" "You Gave Me No Other Choice!!" Without thinking, harry boyfriend turned around to grab something from a near shelf. It was revealed to be a small bucket. However, when harry figured out the kind of liquid thats inside it, the intended message was already enforced, and he lost what little colour he had, starting to freak out.

"Dont you dare....." "Oh I will! I will throw all this bucket content at Your Face If You dont leave Me!!!!" The other man couldnt believe this..his lover cant do that...yes he may be out of his mind right now, but he will never have the nerve to throw some unknown chemicals straightly on his face, it was just an empty threat to leave. and all he could do was to stare lifelessly at the eyes that held that bucket and a terrifying coldness he had never seen before. He had always thought those eyes were like a gem, but looking at them now he could see no trace of the vibrancy they once held, no trace of the boy he once knew. "Darlin-" "DONT CALL ME DARLING ANYMORE!!" There was stillness on both sides, faces unreadable. "Please be back to yourself..." "Leave Me Alone! "Please!" "Your Last chance Harry....GO AWAY" "PLEASE!!" "THATS IT!" That was when the cold man lost it altogether, and the unexpected happened. In an immediate movment he launched forward, tossing all the liquid inside the bucket in an aim to harry head, although it wasnt a full success, he did strike a part of his face. Harry swore he could had saw some good memories flashing before his eyes. And whatever that scorching substance was, when it fell Againist Harry face.

He Howled

It Was Hell.

The pain had no culture, no pity, no mind, yet it consumed whatever it pleases. Its only criteria is if it can take it and reduce it to something molten and foul, paroxysm of agony triggered a guttural cry from the fluter. His hands clawed over his burning face, brutally gashed. Solvent swirls on it without any mercy, penetrating to the cells that should be protected by smooth skin but lie open. Surge of torments spirals all over him. Violent shaking forced through his whole body, with no assume of stopping. Monstrous chill continued running down his spine and made his ghostly skin crawl. Muscles going to giving up. The worst of the blood had spelled, ran freely in thick scarlet rivers amongst his whole face, staining his hair, matting them together before it soaked into his cloths and the floor. From a clear distance outside, it was like a high barking that carried well through walls and air. Lungs have no choice but to painfully and rigidly take in the chilled air around for a living breathe until they couldnt anymore. He have cried and screamed, maybe not evident, nevertheless it was as if he was calling for a help, but there was no help to come, perhaphs the strength in his voice perished. His breath taken away every second, he was in his greatest neccisity of taking an inhale.

Thats until he decided to surrender to the torturing and sink into the unfolded darkness.

He was in a heavy black cloud. Nothing to see, Nothing to hear, Nothing to feel, Just this heaviness in his whole body. He couldnt remember how to open his eyes, but when he did, he scrunched the opened one at the bright light that was sipping through his closed eyelid, in struggle he slowly opened it, desperately squinting in attempt to sharpen the blurred images before him. Pungent smell of hospital disinfect invading his nostrils. The room was silent apart from the beep beep sound you often hear in hospitals that indicates youre alive and Quiet talking. He started to sense something, or rather a material, soft but elastic tightening around his whole sore face, from chin to forehead, even one of his eyes were covered, it was very aching. When the sight of his survived eye arised, he perceived Someone bending over him, face watching his. What harry never toke notice of is that they are holding his weak hand, and that they have little tears in their eyes. The features were not clear, but it can be marked that they have a light brown hair and wearing something..blue? Harry attempted hardly to recognize who is this, but he coudnt with this wounded brain, then he heard the familiar word that assisted in that. "...Brother..." Harry tried to remember how to talk. No words came, he blinked trying to force his memory to recall the owner of this soft voice with broken tone. He was out of ability to even clear his throat. He tried to answer, to say something, but all what came out was a tiny whisper. "...augh....ma....rley?..." The other man wrapped his arms around the injured one shoulders and pulled him close, hugging him gently to not provoke the burn. "shhhhh...save your strength brother...it will be alright..." Marley had a hard time hiding his sniffs, but harry havent got enought focus to realize. His sibling tenderly patting his hand, giving a queit moment for the victim to adapt to the consciousness. Harry lie still, slowly started blinking, he wanted to see whats around him. But he cant lift anything off this deep pillow. He used the very bare left of his capability to move some little angles right and left for learing about his new surroundings. Glancing around the bright white coloured bedroom. He catched sight of someone wearing the same color for a coat, staring at him from the door. He strain to hear and makes sense of it all. No idea. Where is he and why? How long had he been here? He shut his eyes, trying to remember what had exactly occured. Then it all hits him with a bang, The memory of it all starts to occupy his thoughts, panicking he jolted up with rushing hands running at his bandages, making sure this is true, the wound hurting with every touch of his finger, he figured it all out.

He lived

He laid back in his bed, he felt powerless and heavier, Couldnt move his hands, head or bod, His eyes washed with the kind of emotion that only come when people break in ways with no way to be repaired. "Whoever did this bro...they are Not Getting Away With This!!!!" "Mr. Marley please calm down the patient is still in an unstable condition." Marley sighed, plummeting his head to the bed, holding his brother hand a bit tighter. "im sorry doctor...its just that..." He couldnt continue his sentence for some reason, instead he started a new one. "Harry...please get better...for your family...for your friends...for me...please..."

Harry spent the rest of his days in the hospital remaining still in the bed. His head eaither felt heavy or light. He lost the track of time and may needed somebody to tell him, but he never cared, he will let all the time pass without any hint of concern. He never felt that alone or empty before. Sometimes, he replay the events in his head and wonder what were the right words to say, what was it that could prevent everything, it wont change that he is all to blame. It might had been kinder to kill him than to constrain him with living beside this burn. Everytime he try to sleep and leave this living nightmare, he cant. He never had the enough hope to recover or be cured. He wont, he doesnt need, he already knows he will never get better, he will never be the same.

If only

if only...

If only he didnt go behind that bar at 11 pm.

[brassikarts]

Interview with the Diviner

1. What is your name?

"Valerie.  Valerie Theona Farmer.”

2. What is your real name?

There’s a small hitch of the mage’s breath.  After a long, appraising stare, she says, “Legally, Valerie is my real name.  If you’re canny and have access to the right things, however, you’d see I’ve also been called Variya Theona D’Astorio.”

3. Do you know why you were called that?

“Theona’s my mother’s name.  We have - had - a habit of adding namesakes to new children in our family; my sister’s name is a feminization of our grandfather’s, and her middle name is our grandmother’s.  I don’t know why they chose Variya, and I can hardly go back and ask.”

4. Are you single or taken?

Val makes a face.  “Taken implies ownership.  No one owns me, but I give my attention and affection to someone, yes.”

5. Have any abilities or powers?

"Phenomenal cosmic powers...” Val says flippantly, in an airy tone.  “I’m a mage.  I call upon Arcana to cast spells.”

6. Stop being a Mary Sue.

"Er...” 7. What’s your eye color?

“Brown.”

8. How about your hair color?

"Blonde.  If you need get technical, a sort of honey or caramel shade.”

9. Have you any family members?

“I’ve a sister, Hani, in Stormwind, and she’s got a passel of children.  I also have close friends who may as well be family.”

10. Oh? What about pets?

"Two.  An old sheepdog named, er... Dog,”  She colors at that slightly, embarrassed by his name.  “And a sabercub named Naralash.  Thankfully, the elf named the cub otherwise he’d be Cat.”

11. That’s cool I guess, now tell me about something you don’t like.

“Vegetables.”  It was an innucuous enough answer.

12. Do you have any hobbies/activities you like doing?

“I draw, though it’s all rather architectural.  I read a fair amount.  I also like puzzles and games of that ilk.  And contrary to popular belief, I -like- the outdoors, but I dislike getting dirty.”

13. Ever hurt anyone before?

The mage gently bites her lower lip.  “Yes.  Unintentionally, for the most part, but I’m also no saint.”

14. Ever… killed anyone before?

“... regrettably.”

15. What kind of animal are you?

”If... I had to be one?”  Va gives it some thought, then shrugs.  “A fox?  I too have a high pitched scream and get into trouble.”

16. Name your worst habits.

“Oh Light, we don’t have time for all this... I’m arrogant.  Rather a coward.  Jealous.  I eat like garbage, too, but rest assured I’m working to better all of these.”

17. Do you look up to anyone at all?

“The man I apprenticed with, Edmund.  He’s a superb caster and while he’s grumpy, I owe him more than I can say.”  Val tapped her lower lip.  “I look up to @valdim-heyworth‘s potion making, the Elf’s versatility and perseverance, and my sister’s ability to stay on a straight and narrow path.”

18. Gay, straight, or bisexual?

“Rude.”

19. Do you go to school?

“I did.  Hani and I went to the Chapel school in Corrin’s Crossing growing up, then I had a brief stint in the church cut off by - er, dire circumstances.  I apprenticed for a couple of years with a Mistress who didn’t work out, though she was brilliant, if insane.  Then Edmund for a couple of years.  I daresay I’m well versed in schooling by this point.”

20. Do you ever want to marry and have kids one day?

"It wasn’t a possibilty for a long time, but within the last few years and as I’ve approached this b- my thirtieth summer, I’ve given the matter more thought.  Provided I found a partner who I thought would be amenable to it and a good parent, I think I would like this.”

21. Do you have any fanboys/fangirls?

“What in the world is that?”

22. What are you most afraid of?

“Death.” Val looks askance at the floor.

23. What do you usually wear?

“When I’m actively working, a dressy set of mage robes, underneath which is a set of leggings and camisole.  Heels - I prefer a taller vantage point.  These days, I’ve a variety of tunics and leggings I’ve been living in.  I must say, I don’t know why I persisted in such formality beforehand.”

24. Do you love someone?

“I love several people.”

25. When was the last time you wet yourself?

“Rude!”

26. Well, it’s not over yet!

“So it seems.”

27. What class are you? (High class, middle class, low class)

“I was solidly middle- to upper-middle class before.  Now... that remains to be seen.”

28. How many friends do you have?

"I’m no social butterfly, but I’ve made a few over the years.”

29. What are your thoughts on pie?

“If there’s sugar in it, I like it.”

30. Favorite drink?

“Water, and Lambic.  The apple kind, like what used to be brewed up in Lordaeron ages ago. You can still find it around Stormwind.”

31. What’s your favorite place?

“The Celestial Planetarium in Ulduar.  Seeing that place for the first time was what I imagine seeing the Light is like for those who can wield it.”

32. Are you interested in someone?

“Quite.”

33. What’s your bra cup size and/or how big is your willy?

“I beg your pardon?!”  Val’s lip curls in disgust.

34. Would you rather swim in the lake or the ocean?

“A lake.  It somehow seems... cleaner, though I do like beaches.”

35. What’s your type?

“Some would say I have a ‘thing’ for elves.”  She smirks a little.  “They wouldn’t be wrong.  That said, my requirements are ‘taller than me’, ‘intelligent’, and ‘able to argue’, and ‘kind’.”

36. Any fetishes?

“Now you hush.  That’s none of your business.”

37. Seme or uke? Top or Bottom? Dominant or Submissive?

Val frowns some, trying to parse out that question.  “Didn’t I just say that it’s none of your business?”

38. Camping or indoors?

“Indoors, please.  I camp for those whom I love, and out of necessity and that’s it.”

39. Are you wanting the interview to end?

“Is that an option?”

40. Now it’s over! Tag 3 people I will tag as many as I want, fool!!

"Thank goodness.  Goodbye.”

Tagged by: @roses-and-arrows, I believe.

Tagging: no one.  It’s yours to do or not do!

[theimpalaawaits]

Light in the Darkness

Summary : A witch hunt turns you blind and Dean and Sam help you through it. 

Characters : Reader, Dean, Sam, Cas

Pairing : Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader (Platonic)

Warnings : Angst, Fluff

Word Count : 1,022     

    There the three of you were, minutes after you had aimed your gun, filled with witch-killing bullets, at the blonde bitch. She had been using a blinding spell to disorient and kidnap her victims. Then she tortured them until they died from blood loss or starvation or infection. She was a giant bitch and you were glad she was dead. 

    “Nice shot babe!” Dean exclaimed, climbing off the ground after being shoved by the witch. He stood next to you, his hand finding your head, kissing your temple softly. You smiled at him as the two of you and Sam began to walk out of the old rickety house. 

    As you descended the stairs of the front porch, a white-hot pain shot through your head. You grabbed it, falling down the stairs and landing on the wet grass. Sam and Dean whipped around, hearing your shouts of pain and the thud of your body as it hit the ground. “Y/N?!” Dean shouted, instantly at your side. You cried, the pain becoming unimaginable. You passed out, not being able to stand it anymore. Dean cupped your face, yelling your name. 

    When you opened your eyes, you were confused as you saw nothing but darkness. You blinked, hoping you were just drowsy. You again saw black. You rubbed your eyes frantically, slowly opening them again. Darkness. Black. Nothing. Oh my god, please no, you thought. You cried out, “Dean!” “Dean!” “Sam!” You hear footsteps, quiet at first, getting louder as they came closer. “Y/N! Y/N hey what’s wrong?” Dean asked, grabbing your hand. “I...I...I c-can’t s-see... t-there’s nothing Dean... It’s all b-black!” You yelled, tears streaming down your face. “Dean I can’t see! I-I’m blind!” His hands cupped your face, wiping the tears. He said, “Baby hey listen to me... It’s okay, we will figure this out okay? Cas can probably fix you in no time, okay?” He pulled you into his chest. You continued to cry, listening to Dean pray to Cas. 

                                                   3 Hours Later 

    You laid in your bed, still in darkness. Dean was sitting next to you, holding your hand. Since he learned you were blind he hadn’t let go of your hand, wanting you to feel stable and grounded. His thumb rubbed your hand, keeping you as calm as you could be. “Dammit Cas” Dean spoke, “Where the hell are you?” 

   You heard footsteps enter the room as you heard Sam say, “Still no luck?” Dean tossed the phone on the bed, answering, “Nope, son-of-a-bitch is only giving off radio silence.” Sam came closer to you, sitting on the side of your bed. “Hey Y/N, I brought you some tea”. You reached your hand up, hitting Sam in the face. “Oh shit...sorry Sammy” you said sadly. He chuckled, “it’s okay”. He grabbed your hand, guiding it to the handle of the hot mug. You move the mug to your lips, spilling it a little as it hit them. “Ow that’s hot!” you squealed as it burned your chin. Dean grabbed a tissue, wiping your chin. You smiled in his direction, he took the tea from you after a minute, setting it on the nightstand. 

    Sam spoke, “Dean you look like you need to pee”, he chuckled. “Yeah...but I’m fine Sam, shut up” Dean warned. You turned towards Dean, “Babe, go to the bathroom, I’m okay I promise.” Dean sighed, “Fine, but Sammy come hold her hand. I want her to feel safe.” Dean’s hand left yours, only to be replaced with Sam’s. “I’ll be quick!” Dean shouted, halfway out of the room, running to the bathroom.

   You and Sam chuckled. It was silent for a moment before Sam spoke, “You’re gonna see again Y/N. I know it. Even if Cas can’t heal you, Dean and I will find another way.” You smile, “Thanks Sammy.” Sam kisses your forehead.

                                              2 more hours later

    Anxiety began to take over your every thought as you sat still. You feel tears forming in your eyes. “Dean..?” “Hmm?” he replied. “What if...what if I can’t see ever again? I mean what if I can’t hunt anymore? What am I gonna do? What if I never see your face again? What if-” you start to panic. Dean moved to sit next to you on the bed, he grabbed both your hands. “Baby listen, you’re gonna be okay. We will get you your sight back, I promise. I won’t let that stupid witch’s spell affect the rest of your life...okay?”   You nodded, moving to lay your head on what you assume is his shoulder. 

    All of a sudden you hear the fluttering of wings, hope rising in you. You felt Dean’s body shift slightly, probably to face Cas. “Dean, what is it?” he asks. Dean gets off the bed, still holding your hand. “What the hell Cas? Where the hell have you been?!” Dean yells. “I apologize, I was attending to another matter. Y/N is hurt?” Cas says. “Yes Cas! She’s fucking blind! That stupid bitch witch hit her with a spell before Y/N killed her. Thanks for making her a priority!” You squeeze Dean’s hand before calmly saying, “Dean it’s okay, stop yelling at Cas. Cas, can you fix it?” You ask, hopeful. You hear him move towards you, feeling his fingers rest on your forehead. Dean grabs your hand with his other hand, hoping Cas can fix you. 

    A blinding light fills your vision and you feel a small pain radiate through your body. You close your eyes, squeezing them tight. You feel the angel’s fingers leave your skin as he speaks, “Open your eyes Y/N.” You don’t want to, afraid of the possibilty that it didn’t work. You hear Dean say next to you, “It’s okay baby. Even if it didn’t work, it’s gonna be okay I promise.” He strokes your cheek, you lean into his touch. You take a deep breath, as you exhale, your eyes open. Your eyes move to meet Dean’s green ones, relaxing as you see them. You smile, happily saying, “I missed those eyes”. Dean grins, crashing his lips into yours. 

    He had been the light in your darkness.

[whosname]

You just have to turn me into the butt of a joke!

My boy Hattori Zenzou

[whosname]

My boy Zenzou

(The art of knowing what to expect from Gintama just from the seriousness of the opening)

[whosname]

Don't think my new sketchbook approves my amazing acrylic markers

Anyway, my boy Hattori Zenzou all serious

[whosname]

loved these two Sa-chan episodes plus, some great Hattori Zenzou content! 5/5 would wake up the neighbours laughing like a maniac again.

(looklooklook, extra ghost ryokan arc doodle)

(it's a 3 post kind of day, bear with me)

[whosname]

My favourite pizza delivery ninja, Hattori Zenzou and my new fancy magic pencil procreate brush