Sorry to bother you Kessi but could i ask for one of those meme things you've been drawing? <3 i adore them!! i was wondering if you could draw C1 with 85/58? :D Squall in his 4th Alt (KH Leon) and Bartz in his 3rd Alt(the blue vest one that looks like from his game with the red cloak) love those looks/outfits on them dearly!~ <D if you're done with doing requests, you don't have to do this Kessi..i deeply apologize ;;0;;/
OMG YOURE NOT BOTHERING ME, sorry i took forever drawing it!! Been rlly busy. I LOVE THEM!!!!
58. “I’d die for you. Of course, I’d haunt you in the afterlife but really, it’s the thought that counts.”
“Being a ghost would be so sad. Like, imagine if you died for someone you loved, only to realize you were stuck in this plane until that person died because you couldn’t move on,” you said, looking down at Jinyoung who currently had his head in your lap; “That sounds terrible,” he mumbled, making you wonder if he was paying more attention to you or to the book in his hands.
“Oh really? Then what did I just say?” you asked, smirking down at your boyfriend who sighed and set down the book, sitting up on the bed and wrapping one arm around you; “You were talking about what it would be like to be a ghost. And just for the record, I’d die for you,” he said, pecking you on the cheek before placing his head back down in your lap.
“Aw, really? I’d die for you too, Jin!” you exclaimed, lovingly, brushing his hair out of his face so he could read more clearly; “Yea,” Jinyoung agreed. “Of course, I would haunt you in the afterlife but really, it’s the thought that counts, right?” Jinyoung said, giving you a cheeky smile to which you groaned and rolled your eyes, but didn’t leave your seating position - he might be an annoying ghost when the time came, but he would be your annoying ghost.
Give me a pairing, an AU, and I will write a three-sentence fic~
I think I’ve always been in love with the idea of you. You know, you’re so perfect and beautiful and… smart, and… But, you know, I don’t want to love an idea, I want to love a girl; and I think, in all of this time pining after you I forgot to just hang out with you and know you as a person, and I’m sorry for that.
That touch exceed everything uncomfortable and uncivil
Alvar had endured that afternoon – and experienced thus far in his life. No
one, not ever, had detained him that way.
Not even his father, or mother, or
sister. Certainly none of his preceptors. And the brigade of employees at home
only approached him to serve, to dress him – touching the young nobleman only
when they had to or by request, with the greatest care and respect.
No one – except, perhaps, his cousin Freddie.
Whom Tobio reminded Alvar of. A little.
Too little that Alvar could allow Tobio
to handle him so unmannerly, so vehemently.
But Alvar didn’t utter a word of protest.
He did not feel he had to.
His slightly raised eyebrow, Alvar
believed – from birthright and lifelong experience at Antumbrae Hall –, should
be explicit enough to make Tobio realize his immense impertinence and, in
stepping back, release him.