i don't make stuff that often anyway


My dear followers,

I am really sorry about not posting any imagines recently, but I don’t really have much free time right now with a lot of stuff happening in my life. I am trying to write as often as possible even though now it seems impossible for me which makes me mad because I love writing. However I can promise you it won’t take long until I’ll be active and write regularly once again 😊

Anyways, don’t forget that if you want to talk to me or ask me something just message me and we can talk or use my inbox 😉

a kiss on the battlements

Hey all, sorry I haven’t posted much lately.

I don’t draw Cass very often, which is a shame, cuz she’s awesome! Hope you enjoy it!

Different Ways to Say “I Love You”

So this is kinda a mix of this one prompt from I think it was @writing-prompt-s where you had to start and end a story with the same sentence said in two different ways or something. Ye…. 

So I chose to combine this one Snowbaz fanfiction I started with that prompt with the @carryon-countdown Day 5: Eighth Year Spells. The spells is sadly not a HUGE part in the story, but their is a new spell in there (sorry it rlly stupid). Anyways, I hope you enjoy!!!!


“I love you.“ The first time it came out of his mouth, it was coated in a bitter hatred. It left a taste that should’ve been like warm cookies feeling burnt. Like milk gone sour. It was spat out of his mouth, dripping like venomous poison over his fangs so much like the ones of a snake.

The bronze haired boy stood over him, his sword in his hand. Baz’s eyes where slits and wolf like teeth popped out from in between his lips. Blood dropped from them onto the dusty grey surface of the catacombs, and Baz was on top of him.

Simon held the sword up, blocking Baz’s path. There was the hungry look in his eye of a ravenous wolf about to dig into it’s prey. It’s been three weeks since Baz last fed, and it finally started to tear him apart. He lost all sense of himself as he edged closer and closer to the golden boy’s light, eyeing the vein on his throat. Simon should’ve never followed. He should’ve never stayed.

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