high wast pants

GREY AREA. (M) | 04

And just like that, your fate was sealed - because Min Yoongi was absolutely going to destroy you. But hell, if you weren’t going to let him, or bask happily in the flames as he did so.

And sadly, at the time, you didn’t think that your thoughts would become so literal.


“But you, you’re special to me. When I’m with you I feel something is just right. I believe in you. I like you. I don’t want to let you go.” -Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

 Pairing: Yoongi/Reader
 Word Count: 7,362
 Genre/Warnings: Soulmate AU, Angst

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The next day you found yourself sitting on the wooden bleachers that were found in the dance studio. A place that seemed to become more familiar to you the more often you visited. Which, wasn’t frequently enough.

A book sits in your hands, and no matter how hard you try to pay attention to it, it is no match for what is occurring a few feet in front of you.

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Taehyung Scenario: Go to You.

Request: Please make a scenario with Taehyung….Where they have a concert but he doesn’t know if you & your daughter are coming to their concert…  

Genre: Fluff / Family

Taehyung always liked to invite his two girls to dinner dates, after a long day working and rehearsing like a madman being able to enjoy a nice meal with his daughter and his wife was like a splash of water on a hot day, he felt refreshed even though he was still tired of the hectic day.

Nami loved thai food, his daughter had a refined taste for such a young girl, so almost every time you brought her to her favorite restaurant Thai Nam. The restaurant wasn’t too fancy but you didn’t like to dress too informal on dinner dates, Taehyung was looking stylish in an all-black attire, you wore high wasted black pants with a long sleeves red wine shirt and for Nami you decided to dress her with a cute violet dress.

Taehyung was currently on preparations for a few domestic concerts as a closure of the promotions of the group’s latest album. They would perform at Seoul, Daegu and Busan. The first concert was going to be at Busan next Friday.

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Today I had a little Childhood marathon, watching Mulan, Hercules and The Prince of Egypt. I always had a crush on Disney princes and Shang was definitely a big one for me. So this sketch is 100% inspired by his look during “I’ll make a man out of you”! The whole naked chest/high waste pants thing is something I’ve always wanted to try for my elf crushes, and Finrod is definitely the Disney prince of Tolkiens Legendarium (I think anyways).

I’m not a big fan of the whole cell shading thing, so I tried to be a bit creative about it, and just draw something quickly and fun, so here he is, slightly sweaty in a mid-workout scenario! I also wanna try to define my fashion design for the different ages, because I do have a few theories that I’d like to try out! ^^ having gotten a new stylus for my iPad I feel more secure sketching on it which makes it a lot easier, as sketching always makes me feel bad for wasting paper! ;)

Good night, beautiful people! :heart:

Finrod © Tolkien

Art © me

k but like can we all agree that this was such A Look on Kunikida? like wow I feel so blessed. I also thought he was wearing high wasted pants for a second and I nearly ascended

The Gilded Cage

Summary: There’s a whole world outside her garden walls but Lucy doubts she will ever see it, even despite the assurances of the charming orphan boy who whispers promises through a rusty iron gate.

Words: 3239          Pairing: NaLu

A/N: This idea has been plaguing me for a while now so I wanted to get it out. Shout-out to @not-just-any-fangirl for help with the title! As usual, I would love to hear what everyone thinks.

Lucy was tired.

The breeze was cold as it caressed the bare skin of her shoulders, catching wisps of her hair and lifting them to skim her cheeks. She tucked them idly behind her ear with a heavy hand. She knew if anyone found her-which eventually, they would- they’d berate her for not wrapping herself up tightly. She hadn’t even worn shoes, yet alone a coat. She’d wandered into the garden in a daze in nothing but her nightdress, as though she were floating in a dream.

She could hear the birds up in the trees, the leaves stirring in the breeze. The afternoon sun remained hidden behind the grey clouds. She closed her eyes and listened, breathing deeply in time with the hush of the wind. If she focused just right she could forget about the mansion behind her, the busy scuffles of the staff inside, the pressing weight of her responsibilities, and the miles upon miles of luxurious food that she had no desire to eat.

It made her feel guilty, but it was all too much. The energy it took to interact with people she knew secretly despised her despite their charming smiles, the effort it required to make herself as presentable as her maids desired, the strength her arm needed to raise a heavy fork to her lips. She lacked it all. It seemed all she was good for was sleeping late into the day and not quite catching the things people said to her.

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