air vengeance


Quick FFXIV scribbles- everytime I had to go back to the Waking Sands at that point and saw Thancred in his thinking corner, I’d give him a pat and a hug because he looked sad, ahaha–

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hey!! congrats on 1.5k followers that's AWESOME and we loved caramelkru but mellamymake is so cute too! <3 can we request a fic? with the prompt "we drunk-kissed but you forgot about it and i don’t know how to act around you anymore wtf" or "okay i get that there are no seats left in this cafe but like i am trying to read here no you cannot have this chair my feet are using it thank you very much please get out of my face now” au please? Thanks for doing this :)

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[also on ao3]

“You’re late,” Raven announces when Bellamy walks in, barely looking up from where she’s shaking M&M’s into a bowl with a distinct air of mild vengeance. “The last time we did movie night, you gave me all kinds of shit for being, like, two minutes late. And now, you’re late. So, A+ for hypocrisy, I guess, assho—”

“Shut up,” Bellamy says automatically, ducking into the kitchen with a furtive glance down the hallway. A chorus of muffled laughter drifts in from the living room, a small whoop from Jasper ringing clear above the noise. “Is Clarke here?”

Raven tears her gaze away from her snacks to raise a brow at him. “Of course Clarke is here. Why the hell wouldn’t Clarke be here? Why would you come all the way in here just to—” Her eyes widen, and she drops the bag of M&M’s onto the counter, turning to face him. “What the hell did you do?”

“Nothing,” he says defensively, crossing his arms in front of him. “Nothing’s up. Why would you think something’s up?”

Raven’s sharp gaze narrows. “Because you walked in here to find out if Clarke was here instead of just going in there and, I don’t know, using your eyeballs?” She cocks her head, face scrunching in suspicion. “Also, I didn’t ask what was up. I asked what did you do.”

For a brief moment, Bellamy pauses to think about what it would be like to attempt lying to Raven, just to get out of this awkward situation.

It takes him approximately two point four seconds to arrive at the conclusion that it would most likely be far less awkward if he chose not to attempt it at all.

He takes a deep breath, glancing warily over his shoulder. “Okay, fine. If you must know — last night, Clarke and I were hanging out—”

Big shocker,” Raven deadpans, one brow arched. “Continue.”

“And we were— well, we had a few drinks—”

Raven snorts. “Even bigger shocker. And?”

“And then,” he says, his voice strained. “And then we… kissed.”


Raven frowns. “And … ?”

He reels back a step, unsure how to react to her total lack of surprise. “And… that’s it. We got a little too drunk, and we— we kissed. By accident.”

Raven rolls her eyes. “God. You two are literally the most boring couple that aren’t actually a couple to have ever existed in the history of forever.”

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Breaking her and Loving her (1)

 Genre:Angst and Love


Tortured and broken she had nothing left but to sell her soul to Lucifer in order to take her revenge. 300 years later she finds herself once again alive and accidentally awakens her old enemies, what will she do when she finds out they’re her mates? Will she accept them or reject them the same way they had rejected her that one time? ot12. werewolf au

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Dear “Devil’s Advocate”:

I’m “Evangeline”. Yes, I read his letters. Yes, I understand where you are coming from. I do see how from the surface, Isaac can come off as incredibly… dependent? On me, or toxic, or manipulative.

1.) Yes, it is also true: I am still with Greg. In a way, I caused an even further spiral downwards.

HOWEVER, you are in no place to call him manipulative. You do not know Isaac. I am not the reason he started drinking. I am not the reason he cannot quit. You do not know his life, and what he has been through, and what he has overcome, and what he is going through at this very moment.

2.) Yes, I read his letters. Yes, I see that they have an air of vengeance within them (example: when he said “I hope you see this”).

HOWEVER, you do not know Isaac. I am trying to help him without hurting him more than I have. He is not entitled. He is not coercive. He is a guy who has a great character but who is in a dark place right now.

3.) I know Isaac; you don’t. I know that the majority of the letters he has been sending, he has been incredibly drunk or under the influence in some way. I know that as he scrolls through the page, and finds a letter, he reads it, not remembering what he even said. Actually, for that very letter in which he said that I hoped I saw it, he read it when it was posted and texted me apologizing about it.

4.) In no way, shape or form, is he trying to coerce me back to him. Like I said, you do not know him. I do. He is the one that told me to stay with Greg because he realized that Greg is better for me than he was. His love for me allowed him to go through pain so I could be happier. This is someone who is in a constant haze and does not think clearly when he writes. I’m sure everyone can notice a difference between when he has control over his words vs. when he’s drunk. Yes, I know that I technically “lied” to him about him being the one. But I honestly didn’t. Isaac could be my one. But right now, he knows how much pain he is in and he doesn’t want to hurt me anymore.

I realize that he needs help. He knows it too. He is an alcoholic and he has admitted it. That’s the first step to him getting help: he realized that he had a problem. This is the beginning to a very long road to recovery, and I will be there for him, whether it is walking behind him to catch him when he falls, or helping pave the way to his recovery, or to disappear completely if he wished.

So, to respond to your section about me: I will not cut ties with him. I will not stop talking to him. I refuse to leave him when he needs me the most, when he has always been there for me no matter what.

I am not going to lie to him and tell him we have a chance again, because I don’t know if we will. But I’m one of the only people in his life right now.

Without me helping him, he’d be dead.

So please, stop assuming that you know Isaac. Mind you, he’s only written to me about our relationship. You don’t know any other aspect of his life.

And let this be known: I read his letters. I know firsthand how bad he has become because I’ve seen it with my own eyes. He was my guardian angel when I needed it. Now; I’m his.

By the way, when you you typed “tough love” you misspelled “radical assumptions” wrong.

And to Dead Girl Walking, who posted something similar to this letter: thank you for understanding.


Evangeline, Isaac’s newly appointed Guardian Angel.

New Concussion Protocol

Quick disclaimer before you read. You do not need to know anything about football or the NFL to read this story. I tried to make it as basic and as easy to understand as I could. That being said, if anyone can name the team that they’re on, bonus points to you. <3

They were out to the league, and the first openly gay couple in major league football. The team didn’t care, as long as they kept winning games. And when your star quarterback and your star receiver were the best in the entire NFL, they could be shacking up with whomever they wanted to and no one on the team would bat an eye.

That’s not to say they didn’t have enemies. While their teammates and coaches were well and truly okay with their relationship, fans and opposing teams alike had not too nice words for the pair. Some fans boycotted the team, games got rougher; but they still played to the best of their abilities. The passes were still caught, and the touchdowns were celebrated both on the field and at home.

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Every possible outcome that we, the fandom, thinks of never happens. Like you think Natsu’s going to turn into E.N.D, you think Natsu and Lucy are going to talk to each other about the elephant in the room, you think everything’s going to get a tiny bit better next chapter etc.

It’s like Mashima reads all our headcanons and theories and comes up with something like a magical cancer to fuck us over with each week.

Taken - Iron Bull x Adaar Angst

For the lovely anon that prompted me !! (I hope you enjoy it love) 
“Anonymous asked: -whispers- F!Adaar Mage Inquisitor being taken by the Qunari and chained like Seerabas in DA:2 and their LI finding them for a fic???? (I enjoy my angst with a side of heartbreak, srry)” 


Adaar sighs as the soft breeze from the waking sea pushes her heavy locks off her shoulders, cooling her overheated skin as she stares out across the roiling sea. Weeks had gone by and their progress had been stunted by the appearance of a large faction of bandits in the area.

She sighs again, rubbing the aching bridge of her nose, then reaching up for her temples to quell the migraine that had started after a particularly nasty blow to the head. She hums slightly, drawing upon the deep well of mana to cool her fingertips, her magic hums delicately beneath her fingertips, thrumming up against smooth skin.

She turns slightly at movement in the trees behind her, her eyes scanning through the underbrush. Her eyes flick towards a sliver of firelight, jolting back as the hissing of an arrow.

The silverite arrow flashes as it sails towards her, cutting through the thick night air with a vengeance, before it embeds itself deep into the soft flesh of her shoulder, before another follows, quicker than the last, striking her deep in the stomach.

She doesn’t even have time to cry out at the lash of pain before everything goes dark.

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What Does Divorce Mean to You?

From the age of three, I knew that if my parents sat me down alone, something bad had happened; 

Sitting me down alone meant my great-uncle had passed away; sitting me down alone meant my brother had gone..again; sitting me down alone meant that my parents could observe the only thing that showed that had something in common. 

When i was six years old, they sat me down alone, and with my gleaming, innocent eyes i looked up to them in anticipation and confusion as they coated what they told me in so much sugar it was as if they had renamed the ‘d’ word to doughnut. 

I didn’t know what they meant. 

Then three weeks later i found myself asking my mother why my father never came home anymore. 

Divorce means asking your mother why the pictures of your parents together had been hidden behind her wardrobe rather than placed proudly on the walls. 

Divorce means asking her why the doors now produce an echoing silence rather than the scream of it slamming. 

Divorce means asking her why she still continues to cry. 

Divorce means asking her where all of dad’s things have gone. 

Divorce means asking her why they have a second house that she’s never been to. 

Divorce means seeing tens of women enter the doorway to your father’s one bedroom apartment showing that there is most definitely no room for you anymore.

Divorce means being eight years old, waking up from an operation and asking your mum why your dad is not there. 

Divorce means her replying he’s at work. 

Divorce means finding out 7 years later that he was on a date. 

Divorce means having to tell two stories, because your mum doesn’t even remember your dad’s number anymore. 

Divorce means new people trying to be the old. 

Divorce means feeling the excruciating weight of your school bag filled with a weeks worth of books and clothes as you get the bus to your dads.

Divorce means spending every free moment imagining what it would be like if they stayed together. 

Divorce means seeing your mother happy for the first time in years.

Divorce means seeing your fathers lips turn to a straight parallel knife as the bitter words he says about your mother stab the air with a vengeance. 

Divorce means pretending that that doesn’t bother you.

Divorce means not wanting to make the same mistake. 

Divorce means having your lip quiver in desperation as your stepmother tells you you’re the reason she started smoking again. 

Divorce means having your mother tell you that the words that you write at night after hours of tears are pathetic, whilst your father prefers the term ‘poetic’.

Divorce means being thrown into a crossroad, knowing that whichever path i chose would be the wrong direction.

Most people ask me what divorce means to me; 

And the only describable way includes the water obtained in my mothers once-heartbroken eyes every time i pick up a wedding photo, and a knowing feeling that even though i had thousands of Disney books on true love and romance, I never really saw what a truly fairytale looked like. 

That is it. 

That is what divorce means to me. 

-Daniela Coates