ooc. WOW OK HOLY SHIT THOUGH… 1.4k is honestly an ENORMOUS number and i’m honestly so flabbergasted that i’ve been able to even touch it. that’s more than i ever hoped for or anticipated, and i can’t believe i’ve been able to come this far and that i’ve managed to keep this blog up for so long. it’s been over 2 years now! i’ve had so many fun experiences role playing as hinata, especially more so when i began to branch out to other fandoms! it’s been more fun than when hidan was my main muse lmao. i’m so glad i’ve had the chance to write with so many different people, and i’m so glad i do a lot of crossovers because a lot of the great aus i’ve developed ( or i’m starting to develop ) have come to be thanks to that. tbh i’ve tried so many times to drop the naruto fandom BC IT’S SO SHIT but i just can’t seem to let hinata go bc i have so much fun interacting with so many incredible people with unique muses. jUST….. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR GIVING MY BLOG SO MUCH LOVE OK and interacting with me and holy shit thANK U……. im cr yin…….
anyways ok i’ve been sappy for a good while now lmAO LET’S JUST GET TO THE GOODIES. MAN I LOVE Y’ALL SO MUCH RIP…….. ALSO P.S IM SO SORRY IF I FORGOT YOU AND YOU SHOULDDEFINITELY BE ON HERE RIP……
kovu couldn’t help but blush, looking down at his lap and squirming slightly. god, he was fucking weird. really fucking weird. for some reason, it…he was really hard right now. it was the mixture of humiliation he felt and how she complimented him and just, a tiny whimper left his lips as hazel eyes looked up at her again from his spot on the bed. “…” he opened his mouth to say something, anything, but he couldn’t.
seeing how strange he was asking, lana raised an eyebrow. “what? why are you looking at me like that?” both bushy eyebrows raised curiously. an idea popped into her head and she looked down. yup, she was right. she could see his erection straining in his jeans, making her smirk. “ah… i see.”
Now I have to say, GD looks nice in almost all color. Damn lizard, pulling off the colors I want >.< I like his red hair, it’s so fiery ^^ Its definitely brighter than the usual red idols go for. But I do have to say, his cotton candy hair is gorgeous~!
It’s the first day of school right and my new science teacher was joking about sucking up to him to get a good grade while talking to me. So I was jokingly like “haha love the tie, doctor who!” (Yes. He was wearing a doctor who tie. But guess who doesn’t watch doctor who man) in front of the whole class he’s all like WHO’S YOUR FAVORITE DOCTOR???? I’m like oh shit man uh the 11th. And he’s all like “bow ties really??” Dude idk wtf I’m talking about. WHAT IF HE ASKS MY OPINION ON EPISODES AND STUFF, I’M A FRAUD
she had a taste of royalty up in their sheet metal dungeon, it still leaves a bitterness in her throat to this day
when her chains are cut free and he is desperate to forge order out of the iron and chaos, she runs her fingers through the dirt and he picks up the debris that fell with them
‘whatever the hell we want’ he offers from his calloused palms and the 100 cannot help but fall in love for the first time.
so she whispers, ‘be careful, boy king. one day you’re going to trip on your promises and find yourself unable to get back up’
he smirks, she sees the lightning beneath his bones beginning to crack through his numb sermons
he chokes, ‘brave princess’ and a metallic aroma seeps through her lungs and dries out her mouth
she tries to hold onto her throne, her fingers cold and white and desperate but gold still seeps from her fists, dripping onto the broken and damned
he tries to reach for the stars and cuts himself on the edges
and now they are falling falling falling onto the battlefield they have no choice but to call home
his hands are caked in stardust and blood and they won’t stop shaking but he still fires the trigger anyways; be careful, boy king
his hands won’t stop shaking but they still over hers.
‘Clarke,’ he begs, a question, an answer, a prayer, a promise.
a promise. a promise. a promise. be careful, boy king
the storm flashes in his eyes, her crown drops to the ground
she presses her lips against his cheek
the thunder beneath his skin ceases, her demons stop singing