Consider this me sending out hugs to everyone who needs them through Tumblr. Sometimes a day, a week, a month, or - in the case of 2016 - a year just sucks. And sometimes all we need to make things a little better is a hug. So hopefully this’ll make anyone who’s having a rough go of things feel better, even if they are just pictures on a screen.
It’s time for the April prompts, you guys know the rules. Send them in with who and what you’d like and I will try my best to meet your expectations!!!! <3 <3
1. ’I am way to sober for this.’ 2. ‘You have no idea who I really am, do you?’ 3. ‘I saved your life.’ ‘You pushed me off a building.’ 4. ‘Dance with me and pretend the world doesn’t exist.’ 5. ‘I’m not a therapist – solve your own problems.’ 6. ‘I think I broke him.’ 7. ‘But why? Why would you love me?’ 8. ‘You’re a psychopath.’ ‘I prefer creative.’ 9. ‘You’ll be alright, no one can hurt you know.’ 10. ‘Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that.’ 11. ‘Why aren’t you worshipping me, mortal?’ ‘Not interested, thanks.’ 12. ‘You belong to me.’ 13. ‘If she was in the woods with a wolf, the wolf would run.’ 14. ‘Sometimes memories are the worst form of torture.’ 15. ‘Children shouldn’t play with guns.’ ‘Who said I was playing.’ 16. ‘We need you again.’ 17. ‘Did you open the package?’ 18. ‘Do you remember the first time we met?’ 19. ‘I pray you never take a breath without remembering the breaths you’ve taken away.’ 20. ‘I taught you how to pick locks and this is how you use the skill?’ 21. ‘You look…’ ‘Beautiful, I know can we move on?’ 22. ‘You know, even some days the devil sits back and admires my work.’ 23. ‘But I saw you die. How are you still alive?’ ‘I’m not.’ 24. ‘Don’t. Move.’ 25. ‘They held me down, and called me a monster. So, I howled at the moon and showed them all.’ 26. ‘I am not human. I never was. So why are you expecting me to act like one?’ 27. ‘Whatever helps you sleep at night.’ 28. ‘I don’t need your judgement.’ 29. ‘Don’t bother.’ ‘I already tried.’ 30. ‘You don’t understand, do you?’ 31. ‘I’m sorry.’ ‘I’m so sorry.’ 32. ‘Sometimes I pray for patience. Sometimes I pray for a gun.’ 33. ‘I thought I made it clear about the whole abduction policy?’ ‘She wasn’t cooperating. What did you expect me to do?’ 34. ‘Don’t give me attitude, darling. I have one of my own.’ 35. ‘No, not you. Anyone but you.’
So, while everyone else is gushing over Odin and “yay background for the Arrows, woohoo!” I’m gonna just be over here musing about TITAN.
Raven says “gods” even though, the only religious cult we’ve seen so far would be TITAN’s whackass followers (who all remind me of something, huh, I wonder what…). And, apparently, TITAN controls a huge, massive chunk of the universe. So, this is me just wondering how the Arrows heard of other gods in the first place. What are their gods? Are they unspecified deities? Where did they grow up to have such a notion rather than be TITAN followers? So many more questions!
Okay so this is the requested part 2 to Kiss Me the story I wrote for the Olicity Hiatus Fic-a-thon prompt Taste. After the amazing @mel-loves-all pm’d me and even made me an edit I could hardly say no to adding more. This is the second installment and yes folks they do have sex. For me it’s explicit but, still pretty tame compared to what our other amazing writers have created. So without further ado I will say this, I’ve never been more grateful to a single group of people in my life. I’m constantly in awe of you incredible souls and, the depth of the you endless compassion and eternal kindness. So thank you and I hope you enjoy.
Memories for the immortal are like un-pulled threads of yarn that have been woven into an unending tapestry. For Felicity that tapestry often left her feeling cold and, utterly alone… Finding him hadn’t been easy nor had keeping herself under control once she did. The plan was simple at first; she was going to seek him out by using an innocent soul to lure him down from his ivory tower. Once his feet fell once more to solid ground she would then begin her test. What she couldn’t fathom was how connected their two souls had once been…
She couldn’t believe her immortal ears. He stood below her dangling feet with crossed arms and, a quizzical brow while she continued to yearn for the freedom that only flight could bring. “Wings my friend are meant to soar freely through the crisp white clouds of an endless blue sky. They aren’t meant to flap helplessly by your sides!” she lectured genuinely to see if her mate would finally take the offered bate.
Blue, timid eyes flickered in passing amusement while Felicity hovered gently above the mud laden ground. “True as that might be you seem to be forgetting one very small yet important detail Felicity.”
“Like what?” she questioned while her powerful wings flickered softly beneath the dying light of the late afternoon sun.
His small smirk made her fingers twitch along her hips, “I’m mortal…”
His reminder brought her hovering feet to rest upon the soft Earth. Her shy smile made his eyes glimmer brightly with expressions of happiness, hope and, even love. Her blonde curls bounced down her back when her lips curved into an apologetic grin, “Can you forgive me for my foolish oversight?”
“I guess so,” he shrugged with humor littering his smiling eyes.
She reached for his hands once her toes were sinking along the cold ground. He brought his warm fingers to be joined with hers when she whispered, “Oliver do you really love me?”
As he’d done more than twenty times before he fell to his knees and buried his face along the soft fabric of her clean, white dress. She brought their joined hands to rest along the small of her back then slipped her fingers back along his extended arms until she felt his soft hairs racing along her skin. His lips made her skin jump through the fabric of her dress when he muttered confidently, “I love you Felicity and, I will always love you.”
She slipped her fingers along his temples replying blissfully, “And I Oliver, will always love you…”
A Tease of what I’m working on:
Sorrowful Angels, Love in Twelve Nights, & The Gladiator &The Arrow
Standing in front of the large gleaming porcelain tub with
steaming hot water felt decadent. She was amazed Peeta had a bath in his room.
Everything in the room looked new, she wondered if he had it installed. She
could imagine him sitting inside of the tub after a hard day’s work in the
The thought of Peeta naked caused her to become flushed.
Katniss clutched her towel, swallowed nervously and began to sing; her voice
was soft yet strong. Katniss had no idea her voice carried through the vents
and it could be heard downstairs in the back of the bakery.
Love In Twelve Nights:
Peeta laughed wholeheartedly at his sarcastic words. “I have slept plenty of nights on the floor.”
Sebastian’s silver eyes glowed like beacons, his mirth, and warmth on display for Peeta’s eyes only. “Have you my lord, and did you find these places good company?”
“No, these floors were cold and distant,” Peeta said moving onto the bed.
“My lord,” Sebastian shook his head. “You did not meet the right floor then.”
“There are floors that are better?” Peeta slowly rubbed his chin with his hand, his blue gaze missing nothing, the slight flush on Sebastian’s cheeks, the way his body turned toward his, yielding space for him.
“Yes, there are, my lord.” Sebastian’s eyes coyly lowered.
“Tell me of them.” Peeta did not realize his voice thickened.
“There are floors yielding with hidden comforts.”
Peeta moved closer. “Such as.”
The Gladiator & The Arrow:
Peeta pulled away slightly, her lips were plump and wet from their kiss. He roughly whispered, “Wait until tonight, I’m going to have you panting my name to reward you for your mark.”
Katniss turned pink, last night she’d bitten him on his buttock, he wore the mark under his clothing a proud reminder that Peeta belonged to her. She bit her bottom lip.the memory of his skill with his mouth and fingers caused her knees to liquefy. She buried put face into his broad chest. She wanted what he planned now, but the couldn’t. They had to cross the river. Katniss was forced to calm her racing body.
Peeta glanced around before discreetly whispering what he wanted to do to her with his mouth. The skill he possessed with his mouth and fingers caused her knees to liquefy. She buried put face into his broad chest. She wanted what he planned now, but they couldn’t not now, but later perhaps, if there was time. They had to cross the river. She breathed deep fortifying breaths and told herself to cool down, which was impossible because of the smoldering look Peeta was giving her.