#sorry if this is garbage

[nancydfan]

Favorite Ships for Christmas: Nancy & Ace

When winter nights get cold, Nancy curls up with the one man she could always count on.

[eidolon-azii]

drabble word: stone

“Stone the fuck up,” Alucard says, the mock bravado dripping off his words as he dispatches two winged beasts with one swing of his sword. He chuckles to himself before resuming his stance, ready to take on the next of Dracula’s horde. 

Beside him, Sypha giggles and nearly keens in mirth. She loses her concentration. Her fire barrier falters for a moment, its blazing light flickering just long enough to let a few more flying menaces through. “Damn it,” she mutters. “Stop that.” 

He’s smiling so broadly that his fangs prick at his lips, but he can’t help it. “Stop what?” he asks in the caricature of an innocent naif. 

“Making fun of Trevor,” she grunts, leveling a whole row of hellions with an elegant flick of her wrist. “You’re affecting my magic.” 

Ever the gentleman, Alucard apologizes with a light bow. The two then stand back-to-back, shoulders raised in alertness as they’re circled by Dracula’s minions. There are nearly two dozen of the leering, screeching monsters. And they look hungry. Still, it doesn’t take the duo long to kill them all, to paint the snowy ground underneath their feet so thickly that the blood looks almost black in the moonlight. 

It’s as the vampire is cleaning claret droplets from his blade that their third member arrives. Belmont is breathless, desperately pulling air into his lungs. He puts his palms on his knees and bends over, whip hanging limply from one hand. “Did you see that?” he asks. 

“See what?” Sypha wonders while conjuring some water for their struggling companion. 

“That big one I just killed?” He speaks like he’s laid bare the secrets of the universe, as though getting rid of one hell beast is an accomplishment. 

Alucard deadpans, “Congratulations, Belmont. You are a credit to your family name.” 

Only Sypha hears the sarcasm. For his part, Trevor bears the overenthusiastic comportment of a dog that’s been called a good boy. It takes everything in the vampire’s exquisite breeding not to pat the hunter’s head like a doting owner. Instead, he turns to Sypha and mutters under his breath, “I get to make fun of him as much as I want from now on.” 

[blossomdriver]

Title: Jealousy Author: Ambercreek Characters/Pairings: Captain Shuggazoom/The Alchemist  Warnings: ooc?? Fandom: SRMTHFG Summary: Captain Shuggazoom isn’t jealous (he is) Author's note: [shows up to the fandom 13 years late with a smoothie] Hi I live here now

“You like me more than you like them, right?" The Alchemist would be lying if he said that the question didn't catch him off guard.

"What, the monkeys?" He asked with an eyebrow raised, turning in his chair to look at Captain Shuggazoom who stood on the opposite side of the lab, arms crossed over his chest. Head turned to the side in hopes of not meeting with the others gaze.

The Alchemist swore he heard a tiny 'yes' from under the other's breath.

From the way he looked, it was almost like a stubborn child and the Alchemist thinks about laughing for a moment.

Though a tiny snicker ends up passing through his lips. "Jealousy is a dangerous thing, my friend." Yet Shuggazoom still doesn't turn and face the other man.

The sound of the chair moving managed to catch his attention because when Shuggazoom turned his head finally, the Alchemist was walking towards him.

Shuggazoom opens his mouth to say something, though the words seem to die on his tongue when The Alchemist's face is nearly inches away from his own.

He grumbles in frustration and he closes his mouth again. The two stare at each other for a moment.

The Alchemist leaned up and planted a soft kiss on the corner of Shuggazooms lips. "To answer your question, yes, I do like you more than the monkeys." He mumbles quietly before he pulls himself away. Watching as the edges of Shuggazoom soften, this time, allowing that laugh to come through.

[crimmy]

oh my favorite episode(s) are 5x21- exit wounds and 10x02- Burn

first of all- taste, you’re clearly a penelope and morcia stan and i appreciate that.

i’m going to assume you like burn mainly for the penelope aspect of it, you see yourself in her, and you have a figure in your life who isn’t there for you as much as you want them to be ): you also put guilt on yourself even when it’s not necessary, like when a friend is hurting, you feel guilty that you can’t help them enough.

going back to the person in your life who isn’t always there, the reason you hold on to them is because you remember a few times when they made you feel really happy (like derek comforting penelope in exit wounds), and you don’t wan tto admit to yourself that they may have changed

also ur super cool bc exit wounds is such a. good ep

[long-gone-dream]

@musaemundi

Nolan hadn't thought of anyone else even remotely for joining the classes finest. The offer of drinks and a decent dinner every semester, keeping up with their grades and tying down a new student with each absence of a senior. His mind had been made up, and it was most definitely settled upon Alex. Maybe it was his social skill, or lack thereof, but it was definitely the mind behind the boy. It was a genius in the making for the medical field, and he wanted to celebrate that fact.

After class, his glasses on the end of his nose from staring down students sleeping during his lecture, he beckoned the boy forward. All charming smiles and friendly banter, nothing to throw the boy off and make him feel uncomfortable about the invitation. Some students didn't prefer seeing their teachers outside class, it was difficult to separate his career from his social life. Perhaps he wanted to socialize with boys who would one day become his peers? Nolan settled on the end of his desk, pushing the glasses up the bridge of his nose as the younger boy approached. "Alex, I noticed your essay, fantastic work. I think you know just how to capture attention with an opener, my seniors loved it." His arms folded across his chest, and the redhead raised a brow. "I have a quick question, then you can head off to whatever you have planned. Okay?"

[inkandichxr]

Noah's outward 'innocent boy' image was marred by the drink in his hand and the partially unbuttoned shirt that revealed the ghost of a few love bites. But if there was anywhere worth dropping the image it was here. Clubs, particularly ones with throngs of good looking men grinding against one another to loud music, breathed life into a side of Noah that he sometimes kept tucked away. Here he wasn't trying to one up his half brother or slip into someone's sheets (he didn't need to work so hard for that here as most people who wanted to hook up we're pretty up front about it). It was nice to let go every once and again. Plus in a new city? Such a golden opportunity.

What he hadn't expected was to see the familiar face of Liam's supposed 'fiance' looking like he was some sort of royalty in the club scene. He didn't see Liam anywhere around which only made him further believe he was lied to last time they met. Oh well. He hadn't made any progress then but tonight was a different night.

"Hello there, mister." He approached Alec, taking a sip from his drink after speaking. "Nice to see a familiar face."

@euphoriaemporiae

[girlwhocriedhemmo]

Treehouse- L.H.

It’s time your best friend Luke knows how you really feel about him. You and Luke have always been inseparable, but can a confession of love be something that could drive you apart? Kind of proofread, kind of not. I skimmed it lol.

Word count: 1945 (holy shit sorry that’s so long)

“It’s now or never,” you say to yourself as you push open the door to your best friend’s room. He is sitting crisscross on the bed with a video game controller in his hand. He is staring so intensely at the TV screen as he focuses on the game he is playing. You had always thought it was so cute how he scrunched his eyebrows together when he was concentrating on something. He looks up from his game and immediately pauses it when he sees you walk through the door. Something about looking into those bright blue eyes of his makes your heart want to leap out of your chest, just like the first time. He smiles a big grin and runs to crush you in a bear hug in the doorway. You sigh into his chest, just loving being so close to him. Breathing him in, you remember all the days you have spent together leading up to this moment. This earth-shattering, life-changing moment you were about to spring on the two of you. You remember the first time you ever met this boy who, just about, means everything.

You and Luke had been friends, the best of friends, ever since he moved into the house next door. You were playing in the street when you saw the moving truck come to a stop at the house next to yours. You were really hoping there would be a girl your age moving in, someone that you could play with. Instead you see a wild tuft of blonde hair and a boy in a blue shirt step out of the truck. You were disappointed at first, but when you got a closer look at the boy, you could actually feel your heart stop for a second. He had the prettiest blue eyes you had ever seen, like looking into a crystal clear lake. He was lanky, and even though he was young, he had broad shoulders and a muscular build, almost like the body of a swimmer. Even at six years old, you knew that this boy was going to break your heart someday. Maybe not intentionally, but you knew the second he stepped out of that truck that your heart was his. Wanting to get as close to this boy as you could, you ran up to the new family that was moving in and introduced yourself. You turned to the boy first and said, “Hi! I’m (Y/N)! Do you wanna play with me? I have a treehouse in the backyard if you want to come see it.” The boy’s older brothers smirked and tousled the boy’s adorably messy blonde hair. “Go on, Luke, go play with (Y/N),” one of his brother’s said teasingly. The boy, Luke, stuck his tongue out at his brothers and said, “Sure, but only because I want to see the treehouse.” You led Luke into your backyard where a huge oak tree stood with a treehouse, more like a tree mansion, built into its boughs. Luke looked up at it as his jaw fell open; he had never seen a treehouse so big before. His lips then fell into a toothy grin; you could see that one of his front teeth was missing. It made you giggle, and the butterflies continued to dance in your tummy. You and Luke played in that treehouse for what must have been hours, because soon your mom came outside with Luke’s mom. She was looking for Luke because it was time for dinner. Luke called down, “I don’t want to leave! I am playing with my new friend (Y/N)! You stuck your head out of the treehouse window and shouted, “Please just a little bit longer!” Your moms laughed and said you could play for another 10 minutes before it was time to come down. You both sat down on the floor of the treehouse, now realizing how hungry you both were. “Can we play again tomorrow?” you pleaded. Luke, now grinning and laughing this cute little squeaky laugh, said, “Sure! And the day after that, and the day after that.” “You promise?” you asked, holding out your pinky. Luke linked his pinky with yours. “Promise.”

Ever since, you and Luke have been attached at the hip, with the treehouse as your sanctuary. Whenever something bad was going on in either of your lives, you would meet up in the treehouse. Like that time Luke accidently broke his mom’s priceless vase when he was seven. Or the time you failed that test your freshman year. Even that time when Luke had his heart broken by a preppy cheerleader sophomore year. You would always return back to the treehouse. It was like it blocked out all the bad stuff that could possibly be going on, and it was just you and him in the whole world. You would just huddle together on the floor of the tree house and comfort each other, be there for one another. Luke would lay on his back, you lying next to him, breathing in the scent around you, a hint of cinnamon (from Luke) and treehouse wood. You and Luke would link your pinkies together, just like you did all those years ago. A promise to always be there for each other. How could you have predicted that the boy who moved in next door, the one you have loved ever since you locked eyes with him, would become the most important person in your life.

As you look at Luke standing before you in his room, wearing his favorite sweatpants that hugged his hips like they were made just for him and a beanie that concealed your favorite shade of blonde (with the exception of a few strands), you could feel your heart bursting with a love you have hidden from him for the past 12 years. You look down at your shoes, biting your lip and playing with your hands. You had never acted this way around Luke before; he took notice immediately. “(Y/N), what’s wrong? Do we need to go up to the treehouse?” This made you smile; it had been years since you two had been up in that treehouse. Maybe that will make this easier, you thought to yourself. “Yeah, I have something I need to tell you,” you said, tugging his hand as he slips a pair of shoes on his feet.

You two walk into your backyard, hand in hand, and make your way up the ladder to the treehouse. It seems so much smaller now that you are both 18. It doesn’t feel like long ago you were six and this place felt like a palace. Luke climbs up the ladder behind you, occasionally placing a hand on your hip to keep you from falling. You have to do everything in your power to keep a gasp from escaping your lips as you feel his hand on the bare skin between your shirt and your jean shorts. You crawl into the treehouse, crouching in order to fit inside. You lay down automatically, wondering how Luke will fit considering he is over 6 feet tall; you barely fit at a tiny height of 5’ 2”. He squeezes into the treehouse and lays down next to you. He has to bend his knees in order to fit. It makes you giggle as you instinctively wrap your pinky around his. He gives your pinky a light squeeze, to reassure you that he is there for you, whatever it is that you have to tell him.

You take a deep breath and close your eyes. Suddenly you don’t know if the words will come out. You had convinced yourself that it was time; Luke needed to know how you really felt about him. You turn your head to look at Luke, and when you see those beautiful blue eyes of his, you immediately melt, and the words start pouring out without even trying. One look in those eyes was all it took to give you the courage to say what you have wanted to say for the past 12 years.

“Luke, you are my best friend. Like, I have never had a friend that I have ever been this close with, for this long. You mean everything to me, and there is a part of me that never wants anything to change between us, but…” You pause, but when you see his eyebrows furrow in confusion, you continue. “I need you to know something, Luke. Your friendship means the world to me. I would never want to do anything that could ruin what we have, but I just can’t do this anymore. I can’t sit around and pretend that I don’t feel what I feel for you. Because I do, Luke, I feel for you, so much that it hurts me. When I see you with other girls from school, I get so angry. And maybe I’m just being a protective best friend, but if I am being honest with myself, I know it is something much more than that. I have known this from the first time I saw you, Luke. From that first time I looked into those dazzling blue eyes. I have always known that I--” Luke’s lips crash into yours before you can even get out your confession. At first, you are so stunned that you don’t know what to do. But then you let your lips melt into his, your body pressing against him. The kiss becomes more intense, more urgent. You twist your fingers into his hair as he brings his lips down to neck, right below your jaw, causing a moan to escape your lips. “Luke,” you sigh as he nibbles your earlobe, teasing you with his teeth. He then becomes more gentle, kissing a line down your jaw to your chin, then placing a kiss on the tip of your nose.

You stare into those brilliant blue eyes, now a darker shade of your favorite blue, pupils dilated. “You didn’t even let me finish saying that I love you,” you say to him. “(Y/N), I knew what you were going to say the moment you started that monologue of yours. You just voiced what I have been feeling since the first time I laid my eyes on you.” You look at him, stunned. You knew you had always felt that way, but you had no idea that he felt the same way. “I’ve seen the way you are with other girls, though. All of them much prettier than I am.” Luke looks at you with a smirk. “Come on, (Y/N), you know that is not true, and can’t you tell when someone is trying to make you jealous?” He is giggling that adorable giggle of his as you work this out in your head. “But that time that Ashley broke your heart--” “I may have overplayed my emotions with that one,” Luke sheepishly laughs. “I was so mad at her for hurting you. I wouldn’t talk to her for months, even though she was my lab partner!” Luke’s laughs get louder as you smack him on the arm. “You should have said something then, Luke!” “I could say the same to you, (Y/N).” You look down at him, blushing. He is right; if you had said something about loving him sooner maybe none of that girl drama would have ever happened. “Well, I’m saying it now. I love you, Luke Hemmings. I have loved you ever since you crawled into my treehouse for the first time.” Luke looks at you, eyes full of admiration and affection. “I love you too, (Y/N), and I am never going to let you go.”

[unbalancedxemotions]

Many Moons Ago [Halvallian Past]

When she touched down on the dock to Sin City the steady twilight had just shifted. Perfect timing, most would be at home with their families, leaving her un-bothered until the early morning. So long as she didn’t do anything risky she wouldn’t have any monsters to contend with. While she could handle them decently, it was better not to until she got more of her powers back from the Generals -- should they be that kind.

With a quick gaze around the landscape, her only visible eye took in the available resources. “That should do...” her voice softly pushed out for no one to receive, almost sounding like it could be bothered with to work. With an elegant glide, the blue haired woman made her way to a small grove near the edge of the dock she was on. Reaching where she wanted, her hand pulled out a small black book that had been snuggled behind the obi around her waist. As she sat down, the light grey kimono billowed before laying once again against her skin.

As she sat transfixed on the area around her, she failed to notice the woman nearby.

@brokensapphires