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3/15 of my shades of magic illustration series!! in b/w and color because I’m weakkk and can’t decide.

side note: I always imagine alucard as a really desperate magneto at this part of the story

Excerpt: My Best Wasn’t Good Enough

@rinskiroo asked: “My best wasn’t good enough.”

Okay so, this was a prompt from the old blog. I copied and saved it cause i had an idea i wanted to write. This is SUPER ANGSTY. And under the cut for length. XD I used Athienya and Theron for this one.

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Lost and Found (Schuylerson)

Title: Lost and Found
Series: Hamilton: An American Musical
Pairing: Jefferson/Angelica
Written by: @rikareena​/ Foxiesango/ @life-liberty-andamindatwork
Posted: 5/6/2017 at 9:18 PM
A/N: Completed!  Please forgive any typos. This one’s a bit long!

Summary: Angelica Hamilton’s loved ones become frantic when the little one gets lost.

Tags: @a-schuylerr, @dveeddggs, @juuria, @lightwriter-darkfighter, @hamwriters 


               Thomas Jefferson stared in shock at the 7 year old girl on his doorstep.  He whipped his head to the left and the right so quickly, his hair almost flew off of his head.  He heard a sniffle and he glanced down again, his palms splayed against the frame of his doorway as he stared incredulously at the child before him.  Her face was red and her eyes were puffy; she wouldn’t stop crying.  

               “My word!  J-Jefferson, that’s!”

               “I know it, James!”

              Shit, where was–??

               “U-uncle Jeffy…I-I…I can’t…” the little girl hiccupped and Jefferson pushed his fingers through his curls in confusion.

               “Angie.  Where the hell is your dad?!” he asked.  That started the waterworks up again as a low whine built up in her throat before growing to a loud wail.

               “I-I l-l-loooooost him!  A-and I don’t…I can’t…ahhhhHHH!!!”  

               Damn-it.

               “Thomas…” James Madison looked at his comrade worriedly as Jefferson squatted down before the girl and put his hand on her head.

               “Hey…hey c’mon now, princess. D-don’t cry.  It’ll be alright,” he said, gently taking her forearm and pulling her forward.  She put up no resistance as she buried her face in his shoulder, heaving heavy sobs against him.  He sighed and hugged her.

               “It’s alright.  It’s okay.  Uncle Jeffy’s got ya…” he said lowly.  How the hell did Hamilton lose track of his own daughter in the city?  And how the fuck did she wind up on Jefferson’s doorstep? Where was Alexander?

               “What are we gonna do, Thomas?” James asked.  He had stopped by Jefferson’s business residence at 57 Maiden Lane in New York so the two of them could work on drafting amendments to several proposals that were set to be pushed through Congress over the next couple of weeks.

              …The girl was about two hours away from her family’s home in Albany.  

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BUT WHAT IF ONE DAY JD AND VERONICA GET TIRED OF THE MODEST BULLSHIT SO THEY DECIDE TO TAKE THEIR LIFE AND BURY THEMSELVES HOLDING HANDS AND BEFORE THEIR LAST BIT OF AIR RUNS OUT VERONICA WHISPERS ” I HAVE LOVED YOU SINCE WE WERE 18” AND JDS LIKE “YOUVE BEEN MY QUEEN SINCE I WAS 16” AND THEN THEY SMILE AND LOOK UP TO NOTHING BUT DIRT AND CLOSE THEIR EYES AS LIFE FADES AWAY, BUT WHEN VERONICA DIES FIRST JD USES ALL THE AIR LEFT IN HIS LUNGS TO SAY “WERE FINALLY FREE RONNIE” BEFORE HE DIES, SMILING BECAUSE HE REALISED THAT THIS IS IT. THEYRE FINALLY FREE, TOGETHER FOREVER AND IM SORRY I HAD TO RIGHT THIS WHY DO I DO THIS TO MYSELF HERE COME THE FRICKING WATERWORKS

anonymous asked:

Never trust a man who treats you like absolute shit. Yelling at you, calling you names, etc. and then when you finally stand up for yourself and scream back at him to fucking stop he turns on the waterworks and asks why you do this to him

RED FLAG

ham-for-ham-sandwich  asked:

Injured!Eggsy (hartwin plz). Can be any horrific injury u want.

Over the course of Eggsy’s time as a Kingsmen agent, Harry has seen him sustain countless injuries, ranging from minor scratches to broken bones. He can’t say that he was proud of his reactions to any of them - Merlin had thrown around the word “mother hen” more than once - but he felt a personal responsibility for the younger man… among other feelings. Yet, despite all of this, Eggsy has never once cried.  Complained, yes, but cried, no.

Which is why when he hears Eggsy snuffling through the mic in his glasses, Harry is immediately alarmed.

“Eggsy?” he asks. “Eggsy, are you crying?”

“No,” Eggsy replies, his voice hitching and another small sniff escaping him.

Harry wonders what could have gone wrong in the hour since he’d last seen Eggsy, who had been sitting in the Kingsman shop doing paperwork. However, with the nature of their job, he knows it could be anything. He picks up his pace and hurries back to the shop.

Eggsy is sitting just where Harry last saw him, sucking on his thumb like a small child, his eyes watering slightly. He catches Harry’s eye and looks stricken.

“Fuck, you thought…” he smiles sheepishly and shows Harry the paper cut on his thumb. “It really hurt.”

“You were crying.”

Really really fucking hurt!”

“Shall I ‘kiss it and make it better’?”

Grinning, Eggsy holds out his hand.

I’d submitted this to Waterworks’ blog some time ago, but it appears to have taken a hiatus, so I’ll just plop it up here in the meanwhile. Having this be a sideblog makes it painful to not be able to ask other pony’s blogs questions in character, but when I saw Waterworks’ page I knew these two ponies had to meet. I just absolutely adore her design and she was a real treat to draw. Hoping the blog mod likes it when they see it!

Tide’s seemed to have taken a liking to poor li'l ol’ Waterworks here…