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·· I was under the impression that quinces were bow-and-arrow using savages…But after witnessing that, I guess they’re quite civilized… ··

                                                           - Happy Birthday @vegeet // 2.28.17

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isak: *gets pissy*
even: *has never been more delighted in his life*

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if i could begin to be half of what you think of me
i could do about anything

(to avoid confusion, teal dialogue is felix and apple-green dialogue is adrien ʕ/ ·ᴥ·ʔ/)

felix’s anxiousness and hidden inferiority complex is aggravated by being split up from adrien while his twin makes new friends. adrien can’t understand why felix is so reluctant to break their exclusive bubble and make other friends as well, especially because his own inferiority complex stops him believing he’s good enough to be the only person felix is happy with

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i’ll protect you ‘til the day i meet my maker

anonymous asked:

Kylo Ren is forced to leave the Finalizer, abruptly ending his growing relationship with Hux, and begin intensive training on multiple planets across the galaxy. Three years later and Kylo makes his return to the First Order ship immediately looking for Hux. But what he finds is an emotionless, heartbroken man who also happens to have a new robotic arm due to a battle gone wrong. The guilt Kylo feels is overwhelming.

Kylo hadn’t wanted to leave in the first place.

The Supreme Leader had been adamant, insisting that the training he wanted Kylo to complete could not be done on board the Finalizer, the place where Kylo most wanted to be.

Conquer the elements,’ Snoke had said. ‘Overcome nature’s harshest of storms and most hazardous terrains, and you will come closer to the Force. Go.’

It would mean travelling across the galaxy, finding planets that harboured the conditions that he needed to survive until he could return to his master successful, which had meant leaving Hux, meant terminating their budding relationship before it has time to bloom.

Hux hadn’t shown much emotion when Kylo had broken the news to him the night before he was due to leave. In fact, Hux hadn’t shown any emotion at all, just simple acknowledgement and then sex. Quiet sex that was usually loud and filled with passion: Hux just seemed to lie back and let Kylo get himself off before sleeping silently side by side.

With nothing more than a quick goodbye—Kylo had hesitated for a moment before leaving, wondering whether to kiss Hux, something to remember him by, but Hux hadn’t so much as opened his eyes as Kylo had dressed—Kylo had left the General’s quarters, knowing that he has to get over this relationship quickly if he were to succeed in his training, and return to Hux as quickly as possible.

That had been 3 years ago.

Kylo’s orders are to return to the Finalizer to resume joint command with General Hux, though Snoke had made a jibe that, with Kylo’s new strength and his triumph in his recent training, Kylo is leagues above Hux and his lack of Force-sensitivity.

Kylo had agreed with his master, fighting the urge to defend Hux and his exceptional mind.

He flies to the Finalizer at maximum speed, finally allowing himself to think of Hux again, having tried to blank him out until his work was done, the desperation to merely see Hux again almost overwhelms him. As Kylo arrives and steps down from his Command Shuttle, his gaze darts around the hangar bay searching for Hux, expecting him to be stood in his usual authoritative stance to greet Kylo from his mission.

But Hux isn’t waiting for him; he isn’t even in the hangar bay.

Kylo is grateful that he has his mask on; he’s able to hide the intense mix of sadness and anger in his eyes.

Without even hesitating, Kylo marches off, his new robes flowing behind him, and begins his search for Hux.

The bridge, the meeting rooms, his quarters. The last place that Kylo needs to look is Hux’s office, and he even finds himself hearing a strange distortion through the Force as he nears the door, and he knows that Hux is inside.

Kylo doesn’t knock—he’s never knocked—before entering, immediately seeing Hux sat at his desk.

But something is frightfully amiss. Kylo can sense it.

Hux’s face is slightly obscured by the light blue hologram of a grand star destroyer floating above the desk, but Kylo can see the dark circles under his pale eyes, his red hair slightly longer and merely brushed back out of the way rather than combed military-style.

“Ren,” Hux says, monotone, with a quick glance up from his datapad and straight back down again. “Can I help you with something?”

Kylo can’t help but feel pierced by the coldness of Hux’s tone.

“I expected you to be in the hangar for my arrival,” he replies, voice distorted by his mask, hiding his upset.

“I’m busy.”

Kylo gives the holographic blueprints a quick look before fixing his gaze back on Hux.

“So I see.”

The room falls completely silent, the air between them cold and tense, and Kylo has never felt less powerful in his life.

“If there’s nothing else, Master Ren, then I’ll have to ask you to leave me to my work,” Hux snaps, even pointing to the door, but the gesture makes Kylo feel like he’s staring at the fierce end of a gun. Deciding that Hux seeing his hurt eyes will aid his cause, Kylo unclasps his helmet and removes it, suddenly feeling much more vulnerable.

“Hux, don’t be like this, I didn’t—“

I said,” Hux spits, flattening his palms on the desk as he stands up, head hanging between his shoulders. “Leave me.”

Kylo’s chest hurts. “I already did.”

Hux visibly shakes as though physically hurt by Kylo’s words. The emotion is rolling off of his consciousness in tsunami-like waves, threatening to knock Kylo out if he concentrates too hard on their source. Too suddenly for Kylo’s liking, Hux moves, storming away from his desk and taking long strides towards the ‘fresher door on the other side of the room.

Kylo leaps forward, grabbing Hux by the hand before he can get away, but he’s unnerved what he feels.

Hux’s hand is freezing cold, fingers thinner and sharper than Kylo remembers. And he remembers.

“What…” Kylo mutters, looking down at Hux’s hand, terror surging through him.

Hux doesn’t stop him as he eases his jacket off, sliding it down over his arms until he’s left in just his undershirt, revealing the true extent of his injury. From the middle of his left bicep, Hux has a cybernetic limb, bare of synthskin, gold metallic skeleton on show for the galaxy to see.

Hux is naturally left-handed.

Kylo feels as though he may faint, his mind and heart and soul consumed with guilt.

Hux,” Kylo gasps, subconsciously tightening his grip around Hux’s robotic hand. “I…I’m sorry—“

Don’t.” Hux turns finally, revealing a black eye and a split lip, stitching on his forehead. “Don’t you dare fucking apologise to me, Kylo. You chose to leave me, just when I was falling—“

Hux bites his lip, flinching as he catches his cut with his teeth, and shakes his head. He yanks his hand out of Kylo’s grip and wraps his natural hand around his robotic bicep and rubs it slightly as though trying to warm it, and Kylo feels his eyes brim with tears.

No, Hux, no,” Kylo says, voice breaking. “I wanted to stay, but my training, it was—Snoke said I had to go. I thought you understood.”

Hux sighs.

“I thought I did understand you,” Hux replies. “But it appears as though I’ve never been more wrong in my life. Get out, Ren. It’s too late.”

No!”

Kylo sinks to his knees, shoulders shaking as he tries to hold back his sobs, but fails. He kneels in front of Hux, somehow wanting to show his anguish, wanting to show how willing he is to go to the ends of the galaxy for Hux, but he realises it just makes him look weak.

“Ren,” Hux says, tone seemingly calm, hiding a storm. “Get up.”

No,” Kylo says through gritted teeth. “Never. Not until you know that I would never abandon you. Armitage. Please, understand.”

Kylo reaches his trembling hand upwards, seeking out Hux’s cybernetic, latching on tightly once he finds it. The fingers twitch slightly in Kylo’s palm, and he guesses that Hux isn’t yet used to it, movements still slightly stiff.

“Kylo, stop. It’s a waste of time. Get up.”

No! Hux, please.” The tears on Kylo’s cheeks are hot, burning his skin, but the only feeling he concentrates on is Hux’s cold fingers against his sweating palms.

Carelessly, Kylo scans the edges of Hux’s mind, searching for the incident, the battle that took Hux’s arm from him. When Kylo sees it, he wishes he never looked. The battle had been fierce, only thirteen days ago, Hux with the ground squadron, fighting nobly against the attacking clan.

The grenade. The explosion. The pain.

The guilt is consuming him, suddenly seeing Hux lying under a cold light in the medical wing, writhing in pain as the medics try to sedate him, left arm already unsaveable, lost in the blast.

Ren! Help me! Please!’ Hux cries, gritting his teeth, overcome by pain. His eyes unfocus as drugs begin to consume him, his body relaxing on the examination table, uttering four desperate words before an oxygen mask is strapped over his mouth. ‘Come…home…Love…you.’

Kylo comes back to himself with an anguished shout, burying his head against Hux’s thigh, squeezing his hand.

“My fault,” he cries. “I’m sorry, Armitage, so sorry, I should’ve been there, I failed you, but please, don’t leave me, not like I left you, I can’t bear it any longer—.”

For a moment, when Hux pries his cybernetic hand from Kylo’s grip, Kylo expects it to contort around his neck to crush his windpipe in payment of his failure. He can’t help but gasp and recoil when the metal hand strokes through his hair softly. He looks up as the cold fingers caress his cheek.

“I can’t feel you,” Hux says, tears streaming down his cheeks. “Ren. I can’t feel you.”

Hux falls to his knees too, sitting opposite Kylo, hand still on his cheek, caressing it, as though he believes that if he tries hard enough, he’ll be able to feel the smoothness of Kylo’s pale cheek with his metal fingers. Chest aching from sorrow, Kylo reaches for Hux’s other hand and brings it up to his cheek.

You can,” Kylo says, his own hands cupping both of Hux’s, voice shaking though he tries to keep it strong. “See? I’m here. Right here, Hux. Stars, I’m never going to leave you again.”

Hux opens his mouth to reply but a cry escapes instead, and he suddenly lurches forwards, flinging his arms around Kylo’s neck to cry into his shoulder. Kylo holds on tightly, guilt surging through his veins, constricting his heart until he swears that its quick thrums are chanting Hux Hux to him, one final taunt of his weakness.

“Ssh, Armitage,” Kylo soothes, rocking him gently. “You’re safe. I promise.”

“Ren…”

Hux’s natural hand slides up to grasp the hair at the nape of Kylo’s neck, pulling at it, combing it through his fingers, and Kylo slides his eyes closed, defeated by his guilt.

Kylo knows that the kissing and affection will come later. Now, Hux needs him. And he isn’t going to fail Hux again.

anonymous asked:

Baby Jeon au where Y/N comes back to the dorm with Jungkook asleep in her arms. In the dorm there's only Yoongi working on his laptop, composing. She joins him on the sofa with Kookie still asleep in her lap and asks Yoongi about his work. He gets shy but explains how it all works, and he would go on talking for ages if he didn't feel y/n's head bump onto his shoulder. And he's frozen there with y/n asleep on him. And he just dies as he glances at the two cause they cute and it feels so domestic

yoongi hadn’t been expecting anyone to return at this time when almost everyone is knocked out, except for him. the dim light from the living room, casted to his features as it reaches the dining area where he sets up his working gear is enough for him to work. it isn’t until he feels his back getting sore that he moves to the sofa and conquers that area as well (since dinner, up until now).

when he’s gotten used to the silence, occasional tunes that he’s familiar with as it is his work, he gets the shock of his life at the creak and the slam of the latch from the door. he jolts up, yelping when he knocks his knee against the coffee table, only to - “y/n…”

“sorry,” you whisper, stepping in and yoongi quickly paces over when you’re juggling jungkook in one arm, the other trying to hold the door open. he gently nudges you to the side so you can tend to jungkook with both arms and he’s locking up for you instead.

when you thank him, he tells you it’s no problem and as he heads back to his work station that drags out from the dining room to the living room, your chuckle catches his attention - more so when you sit beside him in front of his laptop.

“what’re you doing?” you murmur, leaning against him so you don’t have to crane your neck in case you want to see his screen. he clears his throat and relaxes into the sofa, rubbing the nape of his neck, “uh… well…”

“well?” you sing-song, quietly, because jungkook’s fast asleep comfortably in your arms and at first yoongi thinks he shouldn’t talk about it. because who cares and why do you but when you look at him like that, like that where you’re dying to know with curiosity lighting up the flame in your pupils, he gives in and starts to talk about it.

he describes of the procedure, and he gets his fuel of passion in talking about his passion when you ask questions, pointing at the level bars, to the audio controls, over to any other thing that catches your fancy.

yoongi could, would talk more and it would be to the point he talks your ear off but the light thud he feels against his shoulders gets him to stop. light, before it turns into a tornado storming inside his ribcage when he sees you sleeping on his shoulder, jungkook sleeping on yours.

he presses a smile and carefully reaches over to tuck you to him, while he uses his free hand to close his laptop quietly.

“guess it’s time to sleep, then.”

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Young Richey Edwards and Nicky Wire performing Motown Junk (around 1991/92)

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The past five years had definitely been stressful. Not only had you graduated university and gained a fantastic job, but two of your closest friends had gone missing. At first you had tried to be there for your other friends, comforting them when ever their grief got too much, but after giving and giving, you felt desperate for some time for yourself.

At first the break had been wonderful, working wherever your bosses sent you and simply immersing yourself in anything and everything the world threw your way. But over the past few months that had changed. Oliver was alive and back in Starling City and the only communications you were able to have with him were over emails.

But that wasn’t enough. No, it was obvious that Oliver was holding back in his emails, that there was something truly bothering him and now, for the first time since his return, you were able to find out what was going on.

Your communications with Thea had thinned somewhat over the past five years, but you were still in good sted with one another, so it was easy to get her in on your little plan, and as you sat back in your seat, taking a heavy breath as you pulled up to Queen manor, you couldn’t have been happier.

An odd sight greeted you as you exited the cab. You were aware that Oliver had planned something of a celebration, like those you remembered growing up with. While the decorations were more than evident, that was where the similarities ended.

The crowd you had expected was no where to be seen. In fact, as you carried your bag up the stairs, the only person you could see was your taxi driver making his way down the driveway.

With a determined nod, you make your way into the house, preparing yourself for whatever reaction may greet you.

The second you entered the house a brunette figure was rushing towards you, quickly wrapping their arms around you an an incomprehensibly high squeal escapes their lips.

“Y/N!” Thea cheers, taking your bags from your grip only to place them carelessly at your side. “I can’t say how happy I am to see you. Come on, you need to see Ollie.”

She was right, in fact, you could barely contain yourself from simply running in and throwing your arms around your long lost friend, but it wasn’t that simple. Your surroundings were off, and you needed something of an explanation.

“Um, Thea?” you paused, looking around the foyer. “Where is everyone?”

With something of a grimace, Thea spins around to face you, no longer attempting to simply drag you into the house. “Not here?” she offered, before sighing in resignation. “Look, it’s not… It’s not like it used to be. Christmas just reminds everyone of what we’ve lost.”

Nodding in sympathetic understanding, you wrapped an arm around the teenager. “Well, we will have to change that.”

“You sound like Oliver,” Thea replied, rolling her eyes at your words, a small smile playing on her lips nonetheless.

“You can hold an intervention for me tomorrow,” you laugh.

“Who’s holding an intervention?” a deep voice calls, pulling you from your conversation as you and Thea spin around in surprise.

“Oliver,” you sigh, an ecstatic grin taking residence on your lips, grateful beyond belief to see his face, for once in real life.

“Y/N,” Oliver practically exhales your name, as if not entirely sure he can believe the sight in front of him. “What are you doing here? I thought you were in Tokyo for Christmas.”

“Surprise!” you cheer, unable to suppress the giddy grin that was taking over your features. “Couldn’t let my best friend have his first Christmas back without me, could I?”

we should leave our lovers 

so that we can choose each other (x)

Time allotted: Two days on Firealpaca

And now for a problematic Kustard fic!! :D 

It’s not a happy one.
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No Harm, No Foul

Tags: character death, language 

“c’mon red,” the skeleton pleaded, tugging him closer. “please! he’ll be back any minute!”

“but–we–i can’t just leave’im!”

“i’m gonna take you somewhere better, red. you’ll never have to hurt again!”

“sans, he’s my brother! i won’t go where he can’t follow!”

“red! he’s hurt you so many times! what makes you think he cares–”

“won’t you listen for a goddamm minute?!” The gold-toothed skeleton stood his ground. Rain poured around them. Sans stared at his hardened eye lights. Shit. “my bro has been good to me buddy. you have no right to just whisk me away to stars-knows-where like some romantic sap!” Sans’s grip tightened slightly around his slackened phalanges. Red jerked them away. “i ain’t goin’ with ya sans,” he said firmly. “and you can’t make me.”

The frown on Sans’s face lowered slightly then became a grin.

“what makes you think you have a choice?” Red’s brow ridge furrowed at the change of tone.

“sans what the hell.” The hoodie clad skeleton only laughed hollowly.

“i was hoping it wouldn’t come to this, but here we are.” His grin became a smirk as his left eyelight flared more yellow than blue. “now are we gonna do this the easy way, or the hard way?” Red backed away. His phalanges grabbed for his collar while his other hand drew near his chest.

“you–ya can’t do this sans!” he yelled over the rain. “you can’t take me from him!” Sans suddenly looked bored. And tired. Phalanges lightly covered his unseeing eye.

“don’t you get it red? i can,” he declared, “and i will. whether you like it or not.”

“no!” Red’s fists clenched and unleashed a flurry of red magic around him. “if you think you can just steal me away like a sack of G you’re wrong sans.” Sockets narrowed and what he spat out next actually hurt Sans’s feelings. “i was wrong bout you too ya’know. you’re no better than my brother.” Enraged, Sans threw blunt bones at him. Large enough to bruise and maybe knock out, but nothing sharp no. He wanted him intact. He wanted him alive.

“if you’re going to compare me to that manipulative bastard, then so be it,” he growled. The hoodie-clad skeleton really wanted to just knock him the fuck out and drag him to his universe, but Red was willful and less of a pushover than Sans. He’d never let his guard down now. Not after he betrayed him like that.

“if anyone’s a manipulative bastard, it’s you sans!” Red magic glowed from his metacarpals. “you’ve lied to me!” A blast billowed toward the skeleton in blue, but he had the sense to dodge. “about you, your brother–your universe! haven’t you!” The magic surrounding him attacked faster, and the blue hooded skeleton was starting to have trouble keeping up. Sans didn’t know Red had it in him. “and the worst lie you’ve ever told?” Multiple Gaster Blasters materialized as his eyelights fiercely glowed red. “was when you told me you loved me.”

Sans eye lights shrank as he was caught in the blasts. Red couldn’t hear him now through the dust.

“i’ve always loved you, red.”




So he didn’t convince him this time. Sans shrugged as he stared at the Select Screen in front of him.  The ominous Continue and Reset that he’d seen many times before glowered over him. Distal phalanges twitched over the yellow S. He’ll just try again in the next reset.

*pokes in*

Hey there everyone! 

[[uh this counts as fall now right?]]

Welp - here’s just a small update for this blog and such so…

Good news: 

I’m pretty much off of hiatus? 
Kinda? 
I mean - the issue is that I have different set of things to do so me being active is gonna be lower than how it was the past few months plus…

So I say I’m not on hiatus, but instead just… I’ll be posting art and such when I can.

It will be more doodles and pencil sketches now than before just due to how much time I don’t have now to art. 

But - that doesn’t mean I’m not drawing some bigger things though! I am doing some other projects when I can - and if I can get further with them, I’ll show them on here! ^^


Oh! Another thing I want to do is to reblog more fan artwork.

I have been… really bad at keeping up with all of the fanart for PJ, Blue Screen, and others lately, and I am really REALLY sorry about that. I am so awestruck to the amount of artwork of characters I have designed…it’s just crazy still for me, but I haven’t been showing that on my blog…so I hope to dedicate some days to just… spamming this blog with reblogs of all of your amazing artwork and crafts? (If that’s cool with people!)
I have a whole list of art from the past months (maybe a full year?) that I had always wanted to reblog but could never find the right moment to. 

Maybe I can dedicate a day or two out of the week to reblog that! I’ll be putting all of this under the tags ‘#7reblogs’ and ‘#7queuesup’ so if you would want to block them, then you can! I think maybe doing Mondays and Wednesdays will be the plan. I’m not exactly sure how to do this - starting from older links, or just searching under the tags or dive back into the mentions… but I’ll figure it out! ^^


But man - things have been getting a lot busier for me, so answering asks, commenting, and other things will take longer than how it had in the past. 

And while this update is now getting super long… I have a few other things to mention:

  • To the first place winners of the 5000 raffle - yep! I haven’t forgotten! There were some things I had to prioritize earlier and now, when I am able to - I’ll be working on your prizes! I might have to change from a full digital drawing to a mix media drawing (lineart on paper, color and rest digitally?) if you are fine with it! I’m still debating on how to get the prizes out quickly, yet not removing the quality of the pieces…So just - thank you three for being so patient with me.
  • Speaking of followers… how in the world do I have over 6000 of you here?!? Gosh I am speechless. While I won’t be able to do another raffle for a while, I still want to thank each and every one of you for sticking along with me here! ^^

And… yeah. Time to resume the normal…ish routine! 

With… time delays… but still resuming!

~7goodangel (Skie)~