Where did all those feelings go? People spend their whole lives looking for love. Poems and songs and entire novels are written about it. But how can you trust something that can end as suddenly as it begins?
There are so many things I want to do to you.
I want to
a) scream why don’t you see me I’m right here right in front of you. Yes I know I know I’m not so pretty and I’m not so funny and I’m not so special but I’m here. I want you.
b) Kiss you. Just pull your stupid beautiful head toward me and press your grin against my own. I want to do that for hours and not come up for air except for a little bit to just look in each other’s eyes and silently say: yes this is amazing how have I not done this before.
c) Slam the door right in your face. It’s too late and anyway you’re not that great and I don’t know why a small version of you lives in my head. You’re not that funny and you’re not that special
You’re everything I’m not but you’re everything I want and you could have anything you want. Or you should, or you shouldn’t, because you should have me. And I should have you. And I know you don’t want me; maybe you want her because she has everything I don’t. She might even have you.
can’t live with him but can’t live without him - oliver x marcus
“I can’t do this,” Oliver whined,
sitting up among the whirlpool of crumpled sheets, fleecy blankets and
duck-feather pillows that seemed to be suffocating him as he tried to sleep. “I
He melodramatically kicked the
duvet off him, cheeks a deep scarlet colour as he leapt from the bed and stood
by the oak chest of drawers, one hand propped on his hip while the other
wearily rubbed over his eyes. It was a late night and through the break in the
curtains Oliver could see the moon hung proudly in the sky, surrounded by its
very own sea of stars. Among the navy canvas the stars almost looked like a
dot-to-dot pattern, just waiting for someone to come and connect them to
complete the image. Oliver liked to imagine the stars would create an outline
of Marcus’ face, perfectly accentuating his angelic cheekbones and God-like
jawline. He was unfairly gorgeous, Oliver thought, which only made this hindrance
For the leader/founder/creator of the fluffy furry clan, I present to you…uhh.. this?!
For @minibuddy!!! I’ve been meaning to draw you for a while now, and now that I’ve done it, it feels like a heavy weight has just been lifted from my back… anyway hope you like it!
This may come off as a bit fanservice-y because I base my art style off of Hiro Mashima… the dude’s my manga role model
Okay so,,, don’t hate me. Technically it’s past midnight in my time zone anyways, and today ended up being much busier than I thought it’d be.
But! I have it written and ready to post, so it’ll be up early-ish tomorrow. Those of you that are up now are probably going to be annoyed, but I want it to be seen by the majority, and that way I can actually respond if/when you flood my ask box (which is sort of becoming the norm after I post a fic,,, and don’t stop because it makes me very happy but I wanna be a w a k e to answer you).
I’ve been on time every other day, so you’re not allowed to hate me too much. But I’ll give you a heads up!! For those of you that follow the klance YouTuber AU series I hinted at some sort of thing happening with Nyma in the past. The Day 8 (Free Day) whump one-shot is a flashback in the AU (it happens after pretty much every other fic in it except the one where they meet). Soon, very soon, you’re finally going to find out what happened in ‘The Nyma Incident.’
While the angels, all pallid and wan, uprising, unveiling, affirm/That the play is the tragedy, “Man,” and its hero the Conqueror Worm.
THE FINAL BOSS: A SPURNED WOULD-BE LOVER
I have decided to make this “final boss” series a thing, because I sincerely love all the varied, weird and beautiful antagonists I’ve created over the years! This is K, who is the mysterious head of a great and powerful corporation who hires a thief to steal the secrets of his competitors. Over time, he eventually finds he has feelings for the thief, but unfortunately, the other rebukes him. So what is a man who has received everything in the world to do when he can’t get the one thing he truly desires?
Why, do everything in his power to ruin the life of the thief, kill his loved ones, break him down, and either witness his destruction or make him understand that he really should accept all the love that K has to give.
But if that wasn’t bad enough, K is not a simple ordinary man. He constantly carries an umbrella over him and avoids sunlight, and while some may joke he is a vampire, the truth is far more horrifying. Many years ago, he happened upon a terrible creature, and forced the creature to fuse with him, becoming something far more powerful than even he imagined. The umbrella is not for him. It’s for everyone else. For, as soon as he steps into the sunlight, he violently transforms into a giant, voracious worm-like creature that will rampage until nothing around him is left alive.
A man with an umbrella who holds so much fury in him that it squirms like a worm within his rotting excuse for a heart. What a guy!