#'a kiss with a fist is better than none'

[althaeaofficinalis]

in the grand tradition of florence + the machine songs for asoiaf I present to you: kiss with a fist as daemyra

[minoudrien]

combining my current obsessions to think about… akumatized loveybug. sickly sweet like cyanide. voice as smooth as honey but words as sharp as knives. the color of her suit and heart spots reverse and her hair turns bubblegum pink and she will kill you with a kiss

[saintpallis]

Orange dog emoji set ^v^

[the-blind-assassin-12]

Better Than None

1200 words for 1200 followers #12

A/N: Hi friends! Welcome to the 12-A-Palooza! This event is my way of saying thank you for sticking with me. Your support and kindness toward me and my writing is out of this world and I’m grateful for every last one of you! This was the one that I posted that silly & fun vs. dark & gritty poll for, and I cannot tell you all how glad I was that the overwhelming majority went for the fun option. This one made me laugh to myself as I wrote it, and it was an absolute pleasure to write something so light for Joel. It goes back to a HC I posted about many moons ago, about Joel + video games, and is not connected to anything I have written for these characters, or anything I am currently planning. It is a true stand alone that's only purpose is to make you all warm and smiley, so I very much hope you all enjoy it!

Warnings: absolutely none aside from campy Mortal Kombat graphics & a terrible (but hopefully believable) made up finishing move.

Requested by: @jessahmewren Song: Kiss With A Fist Character Choice: Joel Miller - I went back and forth and back and forth and BACK and FORTH on this one, but I decided to be a little cheeky with the prompt instead of taking it literally ;)

Summary: Just a normal night at the Miller residence.

“Hey! Don’t-” 

A string of grunts and meaty thwacks interrupted your protests, blood splattering in the corners of the television screen. 

“Can’t what? Hm?” Joel asked, the barrage of attacks continuing without relent. “Can’t beat the sh-” 

It was your turn to cut his sentence short, a grin curving your lips to wipe the one off his face. Another round of frenzied blows landed, followed by more grunts. “Who’s beating the shit out of who now, Miller?” 

Before he could reply, another voice chimed in. “Um… Neither of you are beating the shit out of anything.” Ellie snorted. “I mean, look at the bars.” She pointed at the top of the screen where two long bars displayed your characters’ health. “They’re both still practically full. Your kicks aren’t even landing.” 

You laughed, shooting a look over your shoulder at the girl. “Well, you know, I thought I was coming over to watch The Breakfast Club, not to play a game I’ve never been good at.” 

Joel and Ellie had been in Jackson roughly two weeks when you were assigned to a patrol with him. You’d heard from others - Tommy included - that he could be gruff, standoffish. But either they were wrong or you were lucky, because he’d proven to be neither. Quiet, and clearly carrying heartache on those broad shoulders. But everyone did these days. Every newcomer who walked through those tall gates for the first time did so as a revenant of sorts, worn ragged by what the world had become. What they’d lost. What they’d done. You hadn’t forgotten what it was like to try to put your suffering to rest. 

It was clear that that was all Joel - and the girl he cared for as a daughter - were trying to do. 

So you’d matched his quiet. You hadn’t asked questions or tried to provide comfort. You hadn’t flirted  like you knew some women in town would do when paired up with a man as handsome as Joel. Four hours into your shift you were rewarded by his first attempt at small talk, pointing up at a cluster of stars.

“Think that one’s called Cygnus. It’s a bird. Maybe an eagle?” 

You glanced over to see him still looking up, starlight shining in his eyes, showing you strands of soft leather amongst the dark brown. Like that he hardly resembled the road-roughened wanderer he’d been when he arrived. It was that night that you met the true Joel Miller, that night that would stick in your mind and your heart as you continued to get to know him. 

“You like astronomy?” 

“Ellie does.” He shrugged. “Tryin’ to learn so I have somethin’ to talk to her about. Girl loves space. She’d live on the moon if she could.” 

His answer was simple and you found it sweet that he was trying to find common ground with her. It made you smile. “Who wouldn’t?” That earned you a small huff of laughter so you went on, raising your own pointer finger. “You were right about it being Cygnus, but it’s a swan. Aquila is the eagle, and that one should be…” Moving your hand across the sky, you located the other constellation. “Right over there.” 

Two days later you’d gone through the shelves of books you’d been collecting, finding the one you were searching for - The Idiot’s Guide to Space - and bringing it over to his house. He wasn’t home then, so you’d left it with a note. You’re not an idiot, but I thought this might help anyway.

That gesture had gone a long way with both Joel and Ellie, and before you knew it you had been accepted into their little family. The budding friendship between you had slowly turned to something more, until you found yourself invited to movie nights and dinners, falling asleep on his couch with his arm around you and your head on his shoulder. 

But Tommy and Joel had come across a working playstation with a small cache of games on their last rotation outside of town, so this month’s movie night had been swapped for a game night, you and Joel currently engaged in the first round of fights after a crash course in button smashing from Ellie. 

On the other couch, Tommy and Ellie watched, commenting on every misstep and failed attack.

“I thought you said you taught ‘em how to play this game, squirt.” Tommy gave Ellie’s elbow a bump and reached for a handful of popcorn, voice low as he spoke through a smirk. 

“Okay, one?” Ellie bumped him back and pulled the bowl into her lap. “Don’t call me that.” 

“Grow, then.” Tommy tossed a kernel into his mouth and chewed around a wink. 

Rolling her eyes, Ellie ignored him and continued. “And two, I tried to.” She stuffed a handful of popcorn into her mouth and used her salty hand to gesture at the couch where you and Joel sat. “It’s not my fault they still suck at it.” 

Tommy chuckled. “No, I guess it ain’t.” Narrowing his eyes, he watched as your character jabbed her fists through air. With a tilt of his head, he pointed at the television. “You get next and make quick work’a whichever one of ‘em winds up winnin’. Then you’n me’ll show ‘em how it’s really done.” 

“Please. I’m gonna kick your ass, old man.”

“Old? Who you callin’-” He reached into the bowl of popcorn to grab another small handful. Instead of eating this one, he tossed it at Ellie’s head, the girl responding with a scoff. “You’ll see, you little smartass.”

Her faux annoyance melted into laughter as she wrinkled her nose. “Austin’s a lucky kid. You’re gonna be a cool dad, Tommy.” 

Tommy blinked, mouth dropping open. He wasn’t expecting a genuine compliment, especially one that so readily put his worries to rest. If there was one thing he knew about his adopted niece though, it was that she didn’t mince her words when she was talking to people she trusted. 

“Take… that!” You broke the moment with a shout, jamming a random combination of buttons to unlock a finishing move. 

Your character delivered one of her signature lines - how ‘bout a kiss, loverboy? - and then as she locked lips with Joel’s fighter, brought both of her glowing, powered-up fists to his temples and punched, smashing his digital head between them. On screen, the word FATALITY flashed in big block letters, your character lifting both arms before the message changed and read GAME OVER.

“Did you just… punch kiss me? To death?” Joel blinked incredulously at you, the controller in his hands falling to his lap. 

Biting your lower lip, you laughed. “I did. A deadly kiss is better than none at all though, right?” 

With that he grabbed your controller from your hands and leaned in to press his lips to yours. “Good thing I don’t have to settle for that one then.” 

Once again the moment was broken from across the living room. “Uh, hello? Time to give up your controller, Joel.” He pulled back and gave the girl a faux glare that only made her snort out a laugh. “Don’t worry, I’ll avenge you.”

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[sharkzippo]

it’s… unsettling being here. it reminds him too much of a life he has long since left behind. so much has changed and yet, it’s almost comical how much they stay the same. he’s seeing more of wolverine and storm now than he ever did while at xavier’s. they look at him with a wariness he’s used to, as if he is a dog with a bite history they’re ready to put down if he so much as sneezes the wrong way. deep down, he knows he has given them every reason to be wary but it still makes his skin itch all the same. they're nothing more than a means to an end; he can live with their distrust. what he can't live with is the way bobby drake looks at him. or rather– the way he doesn’t.

because bobby hasn’t so much as glanced in his direction since the night he arrived at the abbey, slipped free of lilith’s leash and hoping like hell he’ll not come to regret it. the confrontation that followed wasn’t anything special ( by their standards, anyway. nobody was hurt, except maybe drake's pride when he was outvoted ) but seeing @iceforms argue so vehemently against him, it has made him want to dig his heels in harder. because if bobby doesn’t think he deserves to be here then he’ll do everything he can to prove him wrong. and that starts with playing nice… or his approximation of nice, at any rate.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ come on, iceman. i know you’ve been wanting to hit me all week. well, now's your chance. �� the moment he sees the other, his voice carries across the training yard from where he sits on it’s steps, daring him to ignore him. he gestures with his chin to the empty arena, a smile just on the wrong side of casual. ❝ yard's free and all this kumbaya bullshit is making me want to torch something… you up for a friendly match? or are you too busy being a mopey little bitch to put your fists where your mouth is. ❞

[minecraftbookshelf]

This is Life Series’ Pearl’s song

(SoundCloud only has the acoustic version but both acoustic and the main album version suit just slightly different tones)

[ofspvrta]

i don't want comfortable. i want passion.

μ::|| meme: QUOTES TO A LOVER, PART TWO | accepting [ Ξ ]

θ::|| @pentaghest

There is something about that answer that just tugs her lips into the biggest smirk. Comfort could be found in other places, in a good drink, a warm bed, or in a poem. Passion set her heart on fire and let her feel like she was truly living for something, something teetering on a dangerous precipice of becoming something more. But for now, for now, she was happy with this passion that the Seeker demanded of her. Whether it was the passion of her sword cutting through the throes of enemies, or a shared passion in the Seeker's bed.

Hands reached out and grabbed her by the cuirass pulling her a little closer as she leaned in, their lips dangerously close. "Good, because I'm not a comfortable person to be around."

[throwaway-yandere]

🐠 anon

Also no matter the consequences, I want to punch faceless Ayato ehe~

You tried to punch him, but your hand disappears, leaving you stunned as you realized that his face was not made out of flesh, but of something far too mutilated to be an average human's skin yet far too light to be any other matter on earth. The place where his face should've been was more similar to a papercut-like breeze– there was nothing but a sensation that cannot be seen.

Slowly, Ayato's uncannily elongated fingers wringed around your wrist. He pulled you out in a gentlemanly manner, eyes crinkled in delight.

He seemed to have said something, but you cannot understand a word.

Ayato placed his head on your shoulder, humming contently.

You looked at your arm, shocked.

They're the same color as his face now.

[daemonologywrites]

mingling enemies-to-lovers (lesbian disasters speedrun edition)

Six years into the war, Liu Mingyan encounters a familiar foe on the battlefield.

[barklikeagod]

they should have kissed here

[corditeheart]

Seifer walks into Xu's office and comes around the desk to set a sleeping black-as-midnight kitten in her lap. "Shut up and take a break and pet this cat." ~thereallionofbalamb

@thereallionofbalamb

She's been stuck in her office for something like seventy-two hours at this point, leaving only long enough to refill her coffee or her water bottle, pumping more change than she would have preferred into the 3F vending machines rather than going down to the caf.

(She wishes it was even a disaster that was keeping her stuck up here, but it's just been busy, a rash of new clientele popping up during Leonhart and Kramer's little publicity-slash-recruitment tour, in an effort to boost Balamb's numbers in both cadets and gil.)

Honestly, she'd expected Seifer to show up a hell of a lot earlier, because he's not the most patient sort. What she doesn't expect is the tiny kitten dropped in her lap.

Her hands immediately come around it, keeping it corralled in her lap as it wakes up and starts mewling for attention.

"Hi-- what? Where did you get this?"

[fallingforfandoms]

... ok never mind. Found my new Schreibdauerschleife. And my new working title. Wie konnte ich dieses Meisterwerk vergessen???

[muggcd]

💤, 🍓, 🌺, 🏊, 📣, 🚆, ❄️, 💗

💤 : Rosie has horrible insomnia, and she has for most of her life. She has to have very specific sleeping arrangements in order for her to even begin to fall asleep. Such as the room cannot be too quiet or she won't even lay down in bed, her hair has to be up in a bun and away from her face and freshly washed, the room cannot be too hot and has to have at least one open window so she can feel the fresh air on her face as she lays in bed at night. On any given night, she can be found up and wide awake until 2 am.

🍓: answered previously here.

🌺 : Funnily enough, the only allergy she actually has (or that she is aware of) is from mowed grass.

🏊 : Rosalie actually cannot swim. Big bodies of water absolutely terrifies her. The very idea of seaweed touching her makes her want to vomit and while she loves the ocean itself, she would never be caught dead swimming in it.

📣 : She can be very silent if she has to be, but Rosie is actually one of the loudest people you will ever meet in your life. She has exactly two volumes: loud and barely audible. She also has the tendency to speak faster than her brain allows her to say the words and gets words confused of jumbled. Which is why she has her own sort of...language so to speak.

🚆: As terrible as it sounds, Rosie would simply choose not to choose at all. As a matter of fact, she would go so far as to jump trolley entirely so it wouldn't be her problem to solve anymore. She would make it someone else's problem to solve and deal with. This also goes hand in hand with the fact that Rosie runs from her problems.

❄️ : People actually gravitate towards her, and she hasn't the foggiest idea why. Roise, herself, isn't the biggest fan of people in general so the fact that they see her as warm and inviting to talk to is a mystery to her.

💗 : When Rosie has a crush on someone, they become her universe. Her sole purpose in this world and she will do everything and anything she can to help them. Though to others it just comes off as her caring nature. Someone who knows her very, very well would be able to tell but not your Average Joe. When she is in love it's much the same. Rosie has a hard time discerning what love is versus just a small crush. To her they are very much the same.

[saintpallis]

x x x | x x x | x x x

[denydefeatarcarchive]

Take off work and stream once with me so we can watch our captain charming otp develop once again

Someone tell Lucas to stop bullying me for Captain Charming.

[ofspvrta]

i like you most with a smile and without clothes.

μ::|| meme: QUOTES TO A LOVER, PART TWO | accepting [ Ξ ]

θ::|| @pentaghest

Were they getting a bit more careless about sneaking around and trying to keep the entire affair secret? Maybe. But they were in too deep at this point and it was becoming harder and harder to keep away from each other. There were stolen glances, hands brushing against the other subtly. They longed so much just to be in each other's presence and get lost in one another. Kassandra would always tell herself that she could worry about what this really meant later but later kept being pushed back further and further. Maybe one day she wouldn't be able to put it off any longer and she'd face her feelings that she denied so vehemently. But not today. And certainly not with the Seeker saying things like that in her ear as if she was passing on important information.

And most importantly, she couldn't hide the smile that crept onto her features. "You already got the first part out of me..." Amber eyes glanced around the surprisingly quiet hall in Skyhold. "Now you just have to work on the second part."