and she gave me the idea

The revelation by her mom she’s practically royalty gave me the idea…

can someone pretty please write that au where Lucy is really a princess & Wyatt gets hired as her bodyguard, while Noah is the fiancé they chose for her when she was like 10 but she’s like fuck that shit. Princess of Rittenhouse, princess of a corrupted kingdom is not what she wants & she starts working against them in secret with help from Wyatt & his friend Rufus. She gets more than expected along the way, friends & possibility of love.  

Choose the era as you please, it can be 50′s or 80′s or even now.


Adrinette Month Day 12: Childhood Friends

Yes, I know this is really late. (you know, I do cover first kiss, reveal, and proposal in this though, soooo does that count as being ahead?) Apparently it takes me a week to finish a one-shot. But hey, I think I actually managed to write some fluff for once so I’m happy.



They were four years old when she first met him.

She watched as he tugged a pretty lady into the bakery, a smile lighting up his entire face and making his eyes shine, his hair tousled from the summer breeze. Marinette was mesmerized by that smile, by those eyes, by the golden glint of his hair. The boy looked like a drop of sunlight that had landed on Earth and was delighted by the people who lived there.

The pretty lady that must’ve been the boy’s mom struck up a conversation with her own mom, talking about needing things for something called a gala. The boy wandered from his mom’s side, gawking at the few handcrafted pastries displayed at his eye level. He stopped by a cake that had been baked and frosted to look like a cat and pressed his small hands against the glass. Marinette left her spot from behind the counter and tapped the boy on the shoulder.

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“My grandmother got me a violin when I was thirteen. Whenever people were fighting, and I wanted to get away, I’d just go in my room and play. Sometimes I’d play for four or five hours per night. It gave me a lot of confidence. I started playing in front of the church, in front of the school— it made me feel good about myself. But my mom struggled a lot. She made a lot of mistakes. She got in some bad relationships and we lived in a lot of different places. Sometimes we’d go weeks without having power. One time it got really bad and we had to start selling our stuff. She didn’t ask me to sell my violin. But we’d already sold our TV. And she just asked if I had any ideas. I ended up selling it to a friend for $145. I was really upset for a while. I’m a Christian, and God knew how much I loved the violin. So I was confused why he’d make me sell it. For a few months, I tried to keep playing in the music room at school. But eventually I had to stop so I could focus on paying the bills. I got a real job at the grocery store.”


My ultimate inspiration comes from my best friend, the dazzling woman from whom I received my name and my life’s blood, Lorelai Gilmore. My mother never gave me any idea that I couldn’t do whatever I wanted to do or be whomever I wanted to be. She filled our house with love and fun and books and music, unflagging in her efforts to give me role models from Jane Austen to Eudora Welty to Patti Smith. As she guided me through these incredible eighteen years, I don’t know if she ever realized that the person I most wanted to be was her. Thank you, Mom. You are my guidepost for everything.

Day Eighty-Four

-Organizing children’s clothes, I find myself filled with great sorrow as I come to terms with the fact that I will likely not live to see the end of the Minions’ relevancy.
-An older man asked why anyone would purchase pants that were already worn out. His wife told him that it was simply the style this spring. I am glad to see that she is staying on top of everything.
-A toddler demanded that his parents let him try on a pair of gloves despite their persistent attempts to explain that they were too small. Once they gave in, he found himself stuck and immediately began to shout that the gloves were broken. Today has been a learning experience for us all.
-Parents continue to use me as a threat to their kids, saying that I will verbally and physically abuse them if they do not behave. Parents continue to make me uncomfortable.
-Three teenage girls roamed the store with a fart gun. They loudly discussed the idea of running up behind me and making it seem like I farted to everyone around. They then, with all the subtlety of a Scooby Doo villain, snuck up behind me to a respectful distance of ten feet, panicked as I turned around to look at them, blew the butt horn, and ran off giggling. These masters of mischief truly pranked me hard and well this evening.


25 days of klaroline · Day 12 ◦ at the office

“Do you remember what you said to me?” she says, words bleeding together in a rush, but he manages to understand.
Klaus lips twist with wry amusement, “Do I remember drunkenly confessing to loving you? Something I’d never done before, or since? Of course I do. Sort of hard to forget, when I always assumed it to be the reason you fled.”

Come on, take them off by @lalainajanes

No Christmas for me this year
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My art blog isn’t my primary so there was no way I could submit this with audidraws ;____;

Hello @alexandralumetta! I, Audi, am your Secret Santa! I hope you like this simple Klance comic! I know you asked for angst/sass with a happy ending, but I couldn’t think of anything so I give you some fluff instead!

Inspired by Zee Avi’s No Christmas For Me, she’s a singer from my country and the song was what gave me this idea. I hope like Lance and Keith, you get to spend Christmas with your loved ones! :) Have a happy Christmas and a very Happy New Year! - @audidraws


“ My ultimate inspiration comes from my best friend, the dazzling woman from whom I reccieved my name and my life’s blood: Lorelai Gilmore. My mother never gave me any idea that I couldn’t do whatever I wanted to do or be whomever I wanted to be… as she guided me through these incredible eighteen years I don’t know if she ever realized that person I most wanted to be was her. “

my aesthetic: @wiishu‘s lil ‘enjoy!!’ she exclaims at the start of her videos awwWH 

I found Signe’s recent video super super helpful! i just wish someone had told me this stuff before i got into digital art. If you haven’t seen it and you’re starting digital- pls watch it!! It gave me a lot of ideas on style and to see what I can try and incorporate more in my art. Thank you wiishu :) ps. i am v much in love with ur art and ur style ohmy !!

Lips (Drabble)

Summary: You and Bucky are kissing when you find his particular weakness.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 351

Based off of this prompt: “D-Don’t do that with your lips.”

Warnings: Making out, & kinda smutty? (just the buildup though)

A/N: So this drabble wouldn’t have been possible without my babe Gen, @bucky-plums-barnes, who gave me the idea for this drabble since I was stuck on what to do. She’s a smut queen™ (but you guys probably know that) & she came up with this idea in like .2 seconds when I told her the prompt because she’s talented & I LOVE HER OKAY. Anyway, this was fun to write, even if I’m terrible at smut. I just need practice, I guess. Hope you enjoy :)

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you know me too well dammit D:<

> *shows up three weeks late with a doodle just because she gave up several times trying to draw legs* yo

> @ rogue: pls change ur haircut son its impossible to draw

The living room was warm.

Soft orange light was bathing the apartment, the setting sun giving its best with the last rays of the day. They sat on a small couch, steam rising from the teacups resting on the table in front of them, a cat curled up between their bodies. Kenma was quietly typing away on his PSP, the screen light illuminating his face.

While Tetsurou usually loved watching his boyfriend, examining the concentrated set of his eyebrows, the clenching and unclenching of his jaw, the tip of his tongue that appeared when he was about to solve the level, today he couldn’t ignore the feeling of distress bugging him. He has been watching the mess for a few weeks now, had made indirect implications to change it, but has been shooed away every time, if not utterly ignored. Today, however, he would finally stand his ground, would fight the offense that laid upon Kenma’s head.

“You can’t just wear your hair in a knot on your head for the rest of your life.” he scolded. His eyes tried to follow single strands but he lost them in all the tangles, blond and black, weaved around a hairband he couldn’t even see.

“Sure I can.” Kenma shrugged, gaze fixed on his game.

“But where does it even end?” Tetsurou inquired, his hand reaching out to catch a strand. His boyfriend ducked his head reflexively, expertly.

“Who cares?”

“I care! I wish my hair was so soft like yours. Don’t let that talent go to waste.”

“It’s no talent. It’s just hair.”

“It sure as hell is a talent to neglect it like that then!” Tetsurou huffed, crossing his arms. After that, Kenma did not grace him with further responses, too focused on his game.

But Tetsurou could not, would not leave it be. By now, the sun was almost completely hiding behind the horizon, the orange light turning into blue. It got even harder to see distinctive strands of Kenma’s hair and Tetsurou wasn’t capable of turning his stare away from it. When Kenma’s game signaled that he had cleared the level, Tetsurou’s body acted almost on autopilot, noting and taking the chance that was offered, laid out on a silver platter.

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