brings back my memories

Day One: Homesickness

Thought I’d start off @vldangstweek with something that turns from angsty to fluffy, just because, based on the rest of this weeks prompts, it’s gonna get waaayyyy angstier (knowing me, anyway). Everything will be tagged with vldangstweek and any of my usual angst tags (angst, langst, klangst, etc)

Let my children go home, they’re stressed and tired (under a cut for length).


“Come on Lance, one more time! You need to defeat this gladiator before I can allow anyone to go to dinner!” Allura shouted down from the observation deck.

The quiet groans of his teammates filled his head and Lance winced, stepping back to stand his ground against the bot attacking him. His vision wavered over his helmet and his fingers trembled against his bayard, unable to form it because of the close range combat style. He grunted, rolling as the bot dove for him, sweeping it’s legs out from under it and sending it to the ground. Briefly, he heard Hunk’s cheer of encouragement in his comms, and then the bot was back up again, charging at him.

Lance sighed, side stepping the bot and pressing his shaking hands to his head, trying to stop the swimming feeling in his brain, the burn at the back of his throat and eyes, the tightness in his chest. He took a hit, hard, and fell backwards onto his ass, teeth clacking together.

“Dude, seriously, we’re starving!” Pidge called out. “You need to beat this!”

Lance took a shaky breath, shooting a glare at the deck. “You want me to beat it? Fine. I’ll beat it.”

Before the bot could get any closer, Lance whipped out his bayard, transforming it in the process and ignoring Allura’s shouts of this being a hand to hand fight. Within seconds, the bot was in a smoking heap on the floor and Lance was shaking, sweat curling down his forehead. Allura stormed out of the observation deck and onto the main floor, eyebrows furrowed. “That was not the assignment, Lance. You’ll have to do it again.”

“No.”

“Excuse me?”

Lance ripped off his helmet and chucked it to the ground. When he looked up, Allura took a step back at the ferocity in his face, the tears in his eyes. “I said, no. I’m not doing this bull shit anymore. They’re not either,” he snapped, pointing towards the deck. “You don’t get to treat us this way, we’re the only reason you’re not dead or still in those stupid pods. You called us family, Allura.”

His voice broke and his lip quivered as he stumbled back, shaking his head. “You don’t get to treat family like this. Not when we’re doing all of this for you.”

He swallowed and spun on his heel, storming from the room. Allura hesitated, glancing back at the deck only to find the rest of the paladins and Coran standing behind her. She studied the group, noted the lines on their faces and the bags under their eyes, and frowned. “Do you all agree with him?”

They remained silent for a moment, glancing at each other. Hunk spoke up first, his voice gentle. “Yeah. I do, at least.”

“Me too,” Pidge piped up, staring at the floor and fiddling with her bayard.

Keith nodded silently, rubbing a hand up and down one arm and looking off to the side. Hunk huffed. “Allura, we…I would say we’re homesick, but I don’t know if that covers all of us.”

“We’re Earth sick,” Keith offered. “And Lance…”

Shiro spoke for the first time. “Lance has the most family to miss out of the five of us.”

“And honestly?” Hunk muttered. “You yelling all the time, you pushing him, and us, all the time? No breaks, no relaxation time at all? I’m amazed he didn’t snap before this.”

Allura swallowed. “I’m…”

“It’s okay,” Hunk promised. “We understand, you want to stop the Galra, stop Zarkon.”

“But you have to remember that we’re all volunteering to do this,” Pidge said, fidgeting from foot to foot. “There’s nothing keeping anyone here other than empathy. Don’t give Lance a reason to stop caring, or he will leave.”

Allura bit her lip and glanced over her shoulder. “I should go-”

“No,” Keith said firmly, stepping forwards and resting a hand on Allura’s arm. “We got this. You two go get dinner.”

She and Coran studied the paladins for a moment before nodding in agreement and leaving the training deck.

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hesitant to let go // ready to open a new chapter

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Here’s a video I did back in 2015. I never showed it to anyone because it’s awfully cringy and ridiculous HAHa

My brother had to do a story for his english class and he enslaved me to do illustrations for it. so yeh. The english mistakes aren’t from me huehue

also I had only 1 week to do all this so pls forgive my poor art

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└ Sakurai-san! Why must you tease like that!

Cr: English jweb (I’ll Be There Special Site - Member Messages)

agent-sapphire  asked:

Gods, that Adamms Family au tho. Do you have more headcanons??? Cause I def need more, lmao. :"))) I can only imagine Keith and Shiro dancing dramatically, Shiro dipping Keith down, gracefully and flawlessly spinning him and after the dance, kissing each other without missing a beat. ♡ :"D

It started as a joke but the more I think about it the funnier it gets and the more I want it to happen HAHAHAAHHHA but yes what you said YES!

Sheith The Addams Family AU PART 02  [PART 01][PART 03]

  • They dine like normal rich people. Four chandeliers in the room, longass obsidian table darker than the human soul with six candelabra, black and red utensils, black goblets, a dead boar’s head hanging on the wall, a guillotine in a corner. Yknow, the usual… stuff.
  • Their car is the 1938 Packard Hearse. Fricking beautiful lmao Of course they get weird looks. Who in the right mind would have a funeral car for family use? Apparently they do. 
    Pidge (Wednesday): Father, kids at school make fun of our car.
    Keith: Oh, they’re just jealous they don’t carry the dead with them wherever they go, my dear. Now run along.
  • Every morning, Pidge would try to do something to Lance (Pugsley) before breakfast when he’s asleep.
    Lance: Father! Pidge tried to suffocate me again in my sleep!
    Shiro: *sighs and turns to Pidge* Pidge, my darling, what did I tell you?
    Pidge: To use a pillowcase with a rope instead of my own hands.
    Shiro: Good. *smiles* We’re not barbarians you know. 
    Pidge: *frowns*
    Keith: Poor thing, she’s lost all her desires to strangle her brother. 
  • When they are receiving visitors, Shiro is usually the first one introduced. And when Keith walks in, Shiro just couldn’t keep his eyes off him, pretty much ignoring everyone else in the room.
    Shiro: Mon amour. *walks up to Keith and pulls him closer* *takes his hand and kisses it* *kisses Keith’s neck*
    Keith: *tilts head to give Shiro more room* *hums in pleasure* *sees the visitors and smiles* Forgive my husband. He’s like a desperate howling demon. Especially when I wear this suit. It brings back memories
    Shiro: *cups Keith’s face* My little bat. I remember that night as if it was only yesterday. 
    Keith: Mon chéri.
    Shiro: Oh, Keith. The things you do to me when you speak French.
    Keith: *whispers and kisses Shiro’s jaw* I know. 
    Visitor: *to the family’s butler* *coughs* S-should we um… come another time? They seem so busy with… each other.
  • They get called to school when one of their kids had done something. Keith would walk in the school hallway and get stared at.
    Kid: *looks at Keith funny* Did someone die?
    Keith: I can only hope. *sighs*
    Kid: You’re weird.
    Keith: *raises an eyebrow* And you’re wearing colours. 
    Teacher: Ah, you must be Lance’s Dad.
    Keith: *nods* I am his father, yes. What did my precious devil do?
    Teacher: He had a fight with one of his classmates.
    Keith: *eyes widens* Did he win?
    Teacher: *shock* Mr. Shirogane, he punched a boy in the face. A boy named Hunk.
    Keith: *sighs* I told him to aim for a bloody nose if he liked someone. Don’t you worry. I’ll have a talk with him.
    Teacher: Mr. Shirogane, Hunk was crying and Lance was pleased.
    Keith: Well, what did you expect? Life if not all lovely thorns and singing vultures you know? They like each other. Give it time.
  • Love declarations all the time! Shiro and Keith doesn’t give a damn about the time and place. If there’s one thing certain about them, it’s the fact they are so in love with each other.
    Shiro: To live without you, only that would be torture. *leans in*
    Keith: A day alone, only that would be death. *leans in*
    Shiro: Someday we’ll be buried here, side by side, six feet under, in matching coffins… *lips almost touching*
    Keith: …our lifeless bodies rotting together for all eternity.
    PTA Meeting head: *clear throat* Umm, Mr. and Mr. Shirogane. If you please, we’re having *cough* a meeting and would like to hear your opinion and not your… *gestures at them* whatever inappropriate thing you are doing in front of us right now. *flushes*
  • They are very very dramatic. Slow dancing with so much kisses here and there, teasing each other that other people at the formal restaurant couldn’t help but just stare at them in awe. They don’t even break a sweat after such intense dancing.
    Person 1: Who the hell invited Dracula?
    Shiro: *perks up* What? Is our cousin around here? *looks around*
    Keith: *caresses Shiro’s face* Oh, my darling. We could only hope he died after what you did to him.
    Shiro: *looks at the person* *grins* Cyanide poisoning. 

I NEED FICS SO BAD LMAO

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Anon said:

Edward and Winry

32. “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

I love that Ed’s canon reaction to his feelings is “wth is this, make it stop”. while Winry’s is total resignation.

Dorks, both of them.

from this challenge that I reblogged like a million weeks ago and couldn’t get to do until now. I already have enough in my askbox so please don’t send more.thx

Come Home (Feysand Angst)

A hurtful comment said in the heat of the moment leaves Feyre miserable and alone. Rhys, wounded and angry, departs for a diplomatic mission before Feyre can tell him something important. As the months wear on and Feyre hears nothing but silence from the other end of the bond, her condition deteriorates. Will Rhys return home in time? Or will he be too late?

Word Count: 2664

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“Rhys, please, don’t go,” I plead.

“Feyre darling, it’s only for a couple of months. I just need to sort a few things out with the different courts now that the war is finally over.”

“Then at least take me with you! I’m your High Lady, I–”

“Exactly. You’re my High Lady,” he says, interrupting my pleas. He takes my hands gently in his and looks into my eyes with love. “You’re needed here, to sort out matters in our own Court.”

“You’re just coming up with excuses to keep me here,” I say, ripping my hands out of his. Rage is coursing through my veins like fire. “If you trap me here without you, you’re just like him.” That’s when I know I’ve stepped too far. Rhys takes a step back, in both anger and shock. I can feel the walls between our minds start to build.

“I am nothing like him, and you know it,” he snarls, his wings folding behind his back as if he can protect them from my words. “I told you a long time ago to stop making that comparison. Even if part of the reason I want you to stay here is for your own protection, I am not locking you up. I am not keeping you in this house. You are free to come and go as you wish. Visit the House of Wind. Visit Mor. Visit Amren.” He runs his hands through his hair and begins to pace in front of me. “The other High Lords are still wary of your powers, I don’t want anything happening to you–”

“I can take care of myself! I thought the war would’ve proved at least that,” I protest. My hands are beginning to tremble with nerves, and I clasp them behind my back to hide my distress from Rhys. This argument is bringing back unpleasant memories from my times at the Spring Court…my times with Tamlin. Rationally, I know that Rhys is not Tamlin. He would never be Tamlin. But today is not a rational day. Panic swells in my chest and my heart begins to race.

“I know darling, of course I know you can take care of yourself. But this is the first diplomatic trip since the end of the war, and I just want to feel things out first, there will be plenty of over trips for you to go on.”

“Rhys, please. I don’t care what the other High Lords think of my powers, they must know if they try to hurt me–”

“NO, Feyre.” Rhys stops pacing and growls at me with frustration. I flinch back. My blood is racing through my veins. I can hear my panicked heartbeat in my ears.

Da-dum.

Da-dum.

Da-dum.

Da-dum.

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Title: Dark Chocolate pt. 2

Title: Dark Chocolate 

Type: Fluff

Characters: Reader X Jaehyun

Word Count: 3, 018

A/N: help, I don’t know how to write fluff lmfao plus I listen to limitless and firetruck while writing this which is kinda the wrong song to listen to when you want to feel the fluffy emotion jfc. Also, it’s longer than what I’ve initially planned but, I hope yall enjoy this! Have fun!

Summary: It’s definitely not your fault that you’re allergic to chocolates. But the problem is, he doesn’t know about it at all.

part 1

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