I’d like to title these: Man, I hope TWRP Understands How Much I Love Them Through These Because it Took Me Goshdarn For-FREAKING-Ever to Finish These: A Series of Paintings and Suffering
WELP, it’s been about half a year since I started these boys, I’m so glad I finally finished them! Remind me to never do traditional ever again. I ended up going to digital for some final touches and lighting anyways lol.
You all are so laughable! The hypocrisy is too damn high in this fandom.
were you when ricky was being bullied by jason? weren’t you kissing
jason’s ass and telling ricky to shut the fuck up and be professional.
And then you stopped fucking with jason and get mad at him when lexa was
killed. Can you explain to me what happened with the cast last season!
Adina, ricky, bob, lindsey….. weren’t they all your target l remember
them being totally fed up and sick of your shit .The bellarkes have been
trying to do things the right way and l hope it’ll stay that way .
@the2bellarkes fuckers saying things like kill yourself to lindsey
better sit the fuck down and shut the fuck up.Some people need to go out
more often and get a fucking life. I miss season one when things were
cool .when all linctavia shippers cared about was lincoln surviving and not getting
killed in the season finale.When the bellarke fandom was happy with the
brave princess line, when flarkes were shipping their ship in their
corner.I don’t care whose side you’re on , just ship your ship in peace in your damn lane and use anti tags if you wanna say something negative about others ships.Stop spreading hate.
So, I’m not sure where this came from, but have some angst in 250 words that goes from 0 to 10 in two second flat. Your regularly scheduled fluff and smut will return shortly.
“Pregnant?” Cullen echoed her words from a moment
before, his voice flat and a dazed look on his face.
Elena nodded, not trusting herself to speak as tears
gathered in her eyes.
“I’m so sorry,” she finally managed to stammer out,
bringing her hands to cover her face as tears began to fall.
Carefully, mindful of the swift flinches his touch
had met ever since Adamant, Cullen pulled her into his arms, holding her close
as sobs began to wrack her body. She buried her face in the fur of his surcoat,
cleaving to him, and Cullen didn’t know what else to do except smooth his hands
down her back. He felt numb, frozen in place and utterly useless; he had had no
idea she had been with child and now–
“I didn’t know,” came her muffled sob. “I didn’t
know, I didn’t know. I would have never—”
“Shh,” he hushed, trying to keep his voice steady
for her, trying to make sure the tears gathering in his eyes didn’t fall. “It’s
not your fault.”
“It was Adamant.” Gasp. “And the rift. My own body and I didn’t know.”
His head was spinning, ears ringing as he felt his
knees give out. A child. It was something
he hadn’t known he wanted until she said it, until it was too late. They sank
to the floor of her chambers and Cullen did his best to hold her to him, even
as his tears wet the crown of her head.