man how is your face

Idk why people always portray Alfred as such a righteous and selfless guy like guys I need a fic where he is willing to sell out his friends just because someone gave him a shit load of money. I NEED A FIC WHERE AT FIRST HE SEEM LIKE SUCH A GOOD GUY BUT THEM THIS HANDSOME BUT VERY BAD PERSON COMES UP AND SEDUCES HIM and not with his good looks but WITH MONEY

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RFA meets a little sister of MC that looks like a mini MC. MC might be jealous a bit of how much attention they give mini MC. (Maybe you can somehow work out Saeyoung saying "MC Shrunk!?! Omg, I didn't do it!!!!") Please and have a lovely day!

Such a cute request! Hope you like it! ^^

RFA react to MC’s little sister who looks like her


  • I mean, if you weren’t already adorable enough…
  • He’s always waiting for your family reunions just so he can see her, he likes to play with her and give her piggy rides
  • He even lets her braid and do piggy tails in his hair! Which… he never let you… no! you’re not jealous of your little sister, that’s ridiculous!
  • But look at them, he’s even taking selfies of him with his hair like this! Ugh… okay, you’re jealous.
  • When you confront him, he laughs because you look so embarrassed for even thinking like this. You know how pathetic you’re being, blushing and looking away like this.
  • So he keeps teasing you, but on a more serious note: “I like hanging out with her because she looks like you, but has my personality, babe, she’s probably like our daughter is going to be.”
  • Well, he was trying to be serious, but couldn’t help but chuckle when he sees you blushing hard.
  • He loves to see your flustered face, that’s something not even your sister can pull it off so adorably.


  • You keep telling him his sister looks a lot like him, but this is on a complete different level.
  • He’s always very shy at your family reunions, but he always loosens up when your sister is there.
  • She makes him play with her dolls and he doesn’t even flinch, he doesn’t look flustered or uncomfortable. Why is he not like this to you all the time too?
  • He’s talking so much while he comes up with stories for Barbie and her friends,. When he’s alone with you, it’s so hard to make him speak his mind, what he wants, what he needs from you…
  • You know you’re being ridiculous, especially when you apparently hurt him by telling him all this. Shit! She’s just a kid, why does she make you feel like this?
  • He apologizes a lot, and you have to reassure him a million times you’re the wrong one here. “I’m sorry, MC. I’m just trying to show you I can deal with children really well, you know… because I… I… we… gonna have a baby one day and… ahh! Pretend I didn’s say that!”
  • You knew how much he wants a kid with you, but it’s the first time he says it that clear and loud.
  • Like, really loud, your whole family is staring at him, but he looks determined… oh wow!


  • She’s a little scared, how is that even possible?
  • You thought she wasn’t really fond of kids, well, apparently you were wrong, she plays along whenever your sister grab her hand and take her from the adults table.
  • She draws Jaehee, you, an alligator, a flower… so much draws! And Jaehee draws too, you thought she only drew at coffee foam…
  • It’s not that you’re jealous, you’re just intrigued. You’re seeing a new side of her you thought it wasn’t really there. Why did she never show you before? She doesn’t trust you enough?
  • No! You can’t jump in conclusions like that just because she’s drawing with your freaking sister! Pull yourself together!
  • She asks you what’s wrong, and you don’t feel like lying to her. She’s… intrigued too, your mind work in a very weird way.
  • “Well, I don’t know what to tell you, I just play with your sister because I’m still trying to be comfortable around your family, I know some of them are judging us… me, and… she doesn’t judge. Kids never judge.”
  • Congratulations! You’re the worst brat alive! She comforts you telling you’re very cute being jealous of a mini-you.
  • “I’m not jealous! And we don’t even look like that much!” oh my… you two even pout similarly!


  • Could you be any cuter? Okay, it’s not really you, but… you probably looked like this when you were a child, right? Lovely
  • He’s always so stiff and formal around your family, but your sister appears and he’s a completely different man.
  • He reads her stories and encourages her to create her own, she can say the weirdest and craziest thing, he’s laughing and telling her that’s really creative!
  • He’s laughing! Not smirking, not chuckling, he’s LAUGHING! The only time he ever laughed with you, he was drunk! HE’S PRETTY SOBER NOW! WTF?
  • You don’t have the guts to confront him over something so silly and kinda crazy, but he notices the way you glare at him.
  • When you finally tell him, he just nods and apologizes. Now you’re feeling guilty, he was having so much fun before…
  • “I’m sorry if it bothers you, my love. It’s just your sister reminds me a lot of you, she’s very creative and smart, I’m just encouraging her to be her best self, just like you already are.”
  • HOLY SHIT! Is this man even real? You feel your face on fire, how can he say things like this and look so stoic while you’re a blushing mess?
  • But you manage to calm down when he laughs before giving you a little peck in the lips.


  • A pocket version of you! Yay!!!
  • Forget your family, he just says a quick hi and goes straight to your sister. Who’s the kid here? It’s hard to tell…
  • He runs around with her everywhere. Piggy rides, hide and seek, he even lets her wear his glasses. Not too much, because she can have a headache and he… needs them to see.
  • You think it’s adorable, but he completely forgets about you the whole day, it’s all about mini-MC. You’re starting to miss him, even his bad puns and silly pranks…
  • You know how much he would tease you if you brought up something like this, so you don’t say anything.
  • And you keep saying anything even in your way back home, he just assumes you’re tired. “I’m tired too, mini-MC couldn’t give me a rest!” he sighs “It’s so nice, right? See kids being kids, being able to have fun and go crazy…”
  • Oh… you know what this is about… stupid brat! Of course he would like to hang out more with a kid, he never had the chance to be one! His childhood was hell, of course he would compensate a little being an adult!
  • Ah…  he’s gonna be such a great father one day and… wait! Are you really thinking about this? Right now?
  • “And she looks so much like you! Do you think our kids will look more like you or more like me?” “We’ll only know if we try… I-I’m ready!  You… do you feel ready to try?” the way he brakes the car and smiles at you can only mean “yes”.

Romelza FACE 

Marks (Steve Rogers x Reader Soulmate AU)

Originally posted by luvinchris

Request: Hello ! I was wondering if you could do an imagine with Steve Rogers and a soul mate AU?? Like the one where the 1st sentences of our soul mate is written on our wrist or a little symbol which represents our s/o is somewhere on the body ?? Thanks !

A/N: I hope you like this! There’s so many different possibilities with soulmate AUs that I wasn’t really sure what else I should add. Hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 1,063

- Written by Brie- 

The past year had been a whirlwind of change. You’ve heard stories before about what it was like to meet the one who was made just for you - your soulmate, as most people call them - but until it happens to you, you don’t know what it truly feels like.

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Home, Part One

Pairings: Peter Quill x Reader, Steve x Reader

Warnings: mild language, fluff. about 3k.

A/N: This will be two parts with a possible epilogue. Wanted to thank @thebeasthasentered for reading my first draft and giving me some really helpful feedback. 

Summary: Your best friend in the whole  galaxy is coming to visit to help out with Thanos. When he arrives, Steve finds himself jealous of the close relationship Peter and you have. Will this stop the man from telling you how he feels? Will old feelings be brought up once Peter arrives? Does first love truly fade?  Part Two

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You could say things became heated.

Hello, Love bugs! 

George X Reader 

Warnings- smut, swears. 

Kinky smut with George? Sorry- JE (Why are you sorry?? If anything I should apologise for the sins I write.)

You were staying over at the burrow for the week break. The home happens to be very full with the golden trio, yourself, and charlie. You had been put into Ginny’s room along with Hermione so it happens to be the tight squeeze for the three of you.You could hear your new roommate breathing lightly as they seemed to be able to fall asleep easily. You, on the other hand, seemed to be in a different situation. Damn George had started staying the night in your bed since the beginning of the school year and you had become so used to it that you couldn’t sleep without his body heat beside you. Just as you were considering how to sneak out you saw the door crack open to see a familiar face poke in. He smiled as he caught your eyes after searching the room for you. Lifting the covers slowly you spun your legs to the side of the bed to tip toe your way to the opened door. 

Once you made your way out the door George’s hands were around your waist lifting you up and kissing your cheeks like it had been months since seeing each other and not hours. 

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A Summary of Tokyo Ghoul:re Chapter 112

- When a meat head loses his shit you just got to wack him with a meat stick

- Saiko has enough hands to make an orgy happy

- You ain’t a true fan of anime unless you name your power ups after them

- Life lesson be a lil lazy so you don’t end up like Saiko’s drawings

- Saiko takes after he Maman

- How to save a man according to Saiko shove your boobs in their face


-V cards are terrified of the remnants of a member who lost his card

-Next time on Tokyo Ghoul:re: Saiko, Urie, and Shao go have a nap 

rival | one

— mafia au

— warning: vulgar language, light mature scenes in future chapters, mentions of blood and violence

Growing up training how to do self-defense and getting rid of bad influence was a part of your life. To eliminate the people who did illegal business. Older women on your clan pitied you, knowing you were to be put in whole life training and getting taught that no matter how many people you kill, you aren’t the bad guy. Although you were an orphan, people in your gang looked after you like their own family, treated you like their own kind. And you were to be forever grateful for that. As an exchange, your loyalty will be forever in their hold; to never betray them.

At first, life seemed hard just for a young person like you. Your desire for freedom never ran out of your veins, it was always there. They always told you that freedom wasn’t an option to take freely, you fight for it.

“Please! I don’t know where their hideout is!” A man cried out, thrashing on the chair where he was tied. One of your clan barked out a laugh, then he kicked the chair angrily. The man on the chair fell down, hitting his head, continuous cries left his mouth and all the people around him could only give him a stare of anger and disgust. Your leader, whose name remained unknown, walked over and placed the man back on its original position before questioning him once again.

The man coughed out blood from his mouth, before he weakly glanced up and sighed. “Alright, alright, I’ll tell you. You know the bar that always blasts rock music? Next to it is an apartment, and if you look closely there are stairs that led to an underground place. Please don’t tell them I told you! I was told to never ruin their trust on me!” You crossed your arms and walked over to man, tipping his chin up to face you with your pistol.

“How can we tell you’re telling the truth? You could be lying to us for all we know.” You stared down at the man, before continuing. “Nevermind, we all know someone will have your head off if you’re lying .“ You shoved his face off.

“I think I know what he’s talking about.” One of the females who you recognized as Booyoung spoke up, directing her gaze at the man before clearing her throat. “It’s a bit far from where we are actually, we’ll have to take a car.” And it turns out that the underground place was on the other side of the city, where thugs and drug addicts mainly lived.

Your leader instructed you to dress yourself extravagantly, but was also told to hide a gun and a knife underneath your facade. They were sending you first to the bar alone, but several would follow you behind; they wouldn’t leave you out of their sight since you’re an important person to them.

The bar was surprisingly a bit deserted, apart from the men that scattered the whole place. You strode further inside, placing yourself into one of the stools. A short man raised his eyebrow as soon as his eyes landed on you. “What can a fine lady like you be doing in a place like this?”

You bit your lip and shrugged. “Just tired of going to the same place in my area, gets boring if you ask me.” He merely laughed, nodding sincerely.

“What can I get you?”

“Give me your best drink!” You watched him turn around before you reached up to touch the earpiece attached to your ear, hearing muffled voices.

“Are you in?” Your eyes scanned the men that was near your spot, making sure no one was getting suspicious of your weird actions.

“Yes, are you getting in now?” You tilted your head down, as if to fix your dress making your hair cover your whole face. So no one would notice you speaking out of nowhere.

“Yes.” The doors opened, revealing your gang. One of them made an eye contact with you, dropping it immediately as soon as the bartender returned with a glass of colorful drink. You smiled at him, nodding in return but you didn’t say anything when you saw a faint bubbling in your drink and that’s when you knew he had put a drug in. You pretended to yawn, purposely knocking off the glass, letting it fall on the floor and break into pieces.

You forced a gasp and gave the bartender a look of feigned sadness. “I’m sorry! I accidentally hit it! I’ll pay for it!” You placed a bill on the table before you ran off to the rest room, purposely bumping with one of your fellow mates. p>

You entered the rest room, the flickering lights and white rusted tiles was the first thing you noticed. Your hands reached down underneath your dress to take a hold of your gun before a voice broke you from your mid-actions.

“I know what you’re up to.” A man stood on the doorway, his arms crossed as he stared you down, trying to somewhat intimidate you as he stood on his ground. You shifted your position and stood straightly as you stared back at him, pursing your lips together. “You’re part of them aren’t you?” He scoffed, shaking his head and taking large steps towards you.

Even though he was somewhat pleasing to look at, with his cat-like eyes’ gaze staring you with much intensity as you did with him and his crimson lips, he was also someone you shouldn’t accommodate yourself with. He was an enemy, a person you should have shoot as soon as he took a step inside the restroom. But your arms remained frozen on your side as you watched his next sudden actions.

“You shouldn’t waste your life away like this.” He tsked and snickered, keeping a two feet distance away from the two you. You glanced from his shoulder and pursed your lips tightly once again as you clenched your fist, continuing to remain silent as your other hand prepared itself to get ahold of the gun attached on your thigh.

“Why don’t you talk? Are you mute, perhaps?” You took a step forward and shoved him slightly, your eyes remained eye contact with his as he chuckled.

“So you’re not? Hm, but why don’t you want to talk to me? It’s getting tiring talking by myself, you know?” He didn’t miss the glance you made down on your legs, as soon as you got a hold of your gun and pointed it right in front of his face, he also had a gun pointed in your face. Letting out a laugh to himself. “Isn’t this funny? Us pointing guns to each other? I don’t want to die this way, just saying. I’m sure you don’t want to either.”

“You never shut the fuck up, don’t you?” You hissed, catching him off guard for a moment and you took it as an advantage to shove him roughly, making him stumble backwards on the floor. Kicking his gun away from him, you straddled him as you pointed your gun right in front of him.

“You do talk! You never warned me that your voice was that sexy.” He purred. You raised your other hand and brought a fist on his face making him shout in agony. His face scrunched up in pain as he held his face, before he looked up at you with a sickening smile.

“You’re so aggressive, I like it.“


Legends of Tomorrow | 2.08 | Ray Palmer

I think we can all agree if anyone here looks like a G-man here, it’s me.

dem tomato faces :U

so… since i am the unofficial official Tomato Biologist™ i thought i’d make a quick post about them tomato-faces.

with all their tomato glory *-*

Originally posted by gostatisfy

*sigh* let’s just get this done.

The facial features found on Sith Purebloods can be categorized into one of three* things:

  • Ridges
  • Spurs
  • Tendrils

*Brow-Stalks are also a thing, but those are technically a subcategory of Spurs.

In the past, the ridges and spurs would have been bony and their shape could be seen in the individual’s skull. However, after hybridization, there is no true “bony facial structure” left. Instead, the Sith have excess cartilage that define and shape their facial features, which won’t be seen on their skulls.

Ridges: Indents, grooves, lines, or whatever you wanna call them. Common in males and females, can be on brows, cheeks, chins, necks, foreheads, nose, etc. Ridges can either use a cartilage base under the skin, or simply be a result of the epidermis hardening and folding onto itself on top of the dermis. 

Spurs: Hardened, pointed edges that protrude out of a Sith’s face. Usually common on the chin, cheeks of males, or on brows in the form of stalks. Spurs always use cartilage as the base for its structure and support, and can be pressed and bent in the limited ways human ears and noses do.

Note how the spur turns into a ridge as it goes up, along the side of the face.

Tendrils: Found almost exclusively on male purebloods. They’re fleshy, they dangle, and are very sensitive to touch when compared to spurs and ridges. Because tendrils are fleshy and soft, they are filled with blood vessels and nerve endings. This means that you can either cause a great deal of pain or pleasure to the individual with tendrils… depending on what you do… obviously.

The tendrils are distinct from the spurs since the spurs are hard and immobile while tendril can be voluntarily moved by the individual.

Brow-Stalks: The brow stalks are technically another form of spurs. However, they are different in that the Sith can voluntarily move them. The movement of these brow stalks function much in the same way humans use their eyebrows: to aid in spoken and unspoken communication via facial expressions. This means that the cartilage in the brow stalks are much softer and more flexible than the ones found in other spurs.

The “spurs” on the brows can and will be moved at the individual’s whim, the spurs on the chin cannot.

It should be noted that brow ridges are just another form of ridge and do not fall under the brow stalk category. And although the brow ridges can also be moved to signal facial expressions, the ridges are formed just the same as every other ridge and does not protrude out of the face in a pointed manner.

Quick! Quiz Time!

Name the Facial Features on the Sith!

If you answered:
Ridges and spurs
Ridges, spurs, and tendrils
Ridges and spurs

Then congrats! You are now a tomato face expert! :3

Aftercare (Sami Zayn Imagine)

Sami Zayn x Reader fluff

Set directly after the events of Obedience, you and Sami have a shower, and get ready for bed.

Warnings: sex mention (nothing explicit)

Tagged: @bibalor @thehardyboyz @believe-that-001 @baroncorn @prettyad0rkable @lady-laura-speaks @murphys-princess @marvellingmissselina 

Word count: 1030

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Chapter Twenty Four

Originally posted by fanfics-hopesmilieber


“How many times are you going to fix the table? There’s nothing else you can do to it baby.” Myles said as he came in the dining room.

“I just want it to look nice; you picked up the food right?”

“Yeah I got it, I told you I could’ve cooked for tonight. You’re really overthinking everything.”

“I’m not, this is a big deal. We’re about to tell our parents about us. I’m not even worried about Toi or my dad, I’m more so worried about my mother and yours. You know they can’t stand each other. Shit, quiet as kept your mother can’t stand me either.”

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Hero |Part 2| (Spencer x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys! I really enjoyed writing a part two for you guys and I have lots more requests to write so hopefully I get those in soon!
Warnings: extreme fluff
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Prompt: part 2 of Hero
Request: ✅
Upcoming Imagine: Spencer and reader have trouble conceiving…
After a few days in the hospital, you were finally allowed to go home.
Spencer came in one other day to visit you, but not any of the other team members.
You currently sat here in your apartment with a book in your hand when you heard a knock on your door.
You carefully sat up, due to the soreness, and approached the door.
You opened it to see Spencer standing there, wearing his casual cardigan and slacks and his hair untouched.
“Hi Y/N. I uh wanted to just see how…”
“How do you know where I live?” You asked a little creeped out due to the fact he just knows where you live.
Has he been following you?
“Oh um I’m with the FBI and we had your address and I just wanted to see if your recovering well. I also um… it’s too much… I’m just going to go now.” He said awkwardly.
When he turned around to leave, you saw a bouquet of flowers in his hand that had been behind his back.
“Wait Spencer!” You call out.
He turned around with a spark of hope in his eyes.
“I'm… I’m doing well and I appreciate you coming to check on me.” You said leaning on your door frame.
“Well that’s good to hear. Um… I got you these. If you don’t want them it’s totally okay.” He said holding the bouquet of colorful flowers.
“No I’ll take them. That’s very sweet of you. You… you can come inside if you’d like.” You offered presenting your apartment to him.
“Oh thank you but I should really get home.” He said with a look of disappointment.
“Okay but before you leave… do you maybe want to get some coffee sometime?” You asked deciding to make the first move.
“Yeah! Yeah I would really like that.” He said with a smile.
“Okay let me give you my number so we can set the date up.” You said holding out your hand for his.
When the word “date” left your mouth, Spencer’s heart skipped a beat.
You gently held his hand in yours as you scribbled your phone number on his palm.
“Alright. Thanks again for the flowers.” You said.
“Yeah your welcome. Have a good night.” He said with a small wave.
You shut the door and smelt the beautiful flowers before putting them in a vase.
Now, to wait for a message from Spencer Reid.
The next day you heard your phone buzz and an unknown number on the screen with a text message.
Hi Y/N it’s Spencer. I was wondering if we could meet at the coffee shop that’s a few blocks from your apartment at noon today.
You smiled to yourself and responded.
Yeah that sounds great!
You decided to wear something cute to the date.
You spent nearly an hour trying to find something until you settled on a perfect outfit.
Then, you started to walk down to the coffee shop at 11:30, deciding to get there early.
When the coffee shop was in sight, you heard your name being called from behind you and Spencer running down the street to catch up to you.
“Hi.” You said as he walked next to you.
“Hi. How are you doing?” He asked a little out of breathe.
“I’m doing great how about you?” You asked in return.
“I’m doing great too.” He said, picking up his pace to open the door for you.
“Thank you.” You said with a smile.
He nodded and when he went to go around the door, he ran into the glass with a thud, making his cheeks turn a light shade of crimson.
You giggled quietly and held out your hand.
He seemed confused for a second but then he carefully intertwined his fingers with yours.
You both walked to the empty counter and you ordered (your favorite drink) and Spencer ordered a medium black coffee.
“Do you drink it black?” You asked curiously.
“Oh no I add cream and sugar. It’s too bitter plain.” He said with a closed mouth smile.
When you two got your drinks, you waited as Spencer put cream and sugar in his coffee.
“That’s a lot of sugar.” You pointed out as he put another packet in.
“I like my coffee sweet. My team makes fun of me too.” He said stirring his coffee.
“Spencer I’m not making fun of you. I think it’s cute.” You said, not meaning to say the last part.
A small smile crept upon his lips and you two drank your beverages.
After two hours of talking and getting to know each other you were interrupting by his phone ringing.
“Oh no no no.” He said pulling it out.
“Do you have a case?” You asked slightly disappointed.
“Unfortunately yeah. I’m sorry it had to end so soon. I would like to meet up again sometime.” He said quickly getting his things.
“Yeah I agree.” You said following him out.
“Do you have a ride home?” He asked, frantically looking for a cab.
“No no I walked. I’ll be okay.” You said looking up at him.
He looked down into your eyes, as if asking for something.
You raised yourself on your tiptoes and kissed his cheek before turning around and leaving.
You could practically feel his gaze on your while you started heading towards your apartment again.
You turned around and saw him get in a taxi, smiling when he did the same.
You turned onto your street and was suddenly pushed against the wall.
“How are you doing, lovely?” The unknown man said close to your face.
“Let go of me!” You yelled struggling against the wall.
“Not so fast, pretty. We aren’t done with you yet.” He said as another large man approached.
You heard a screech of a car at the opening of the street, probably a car they are about to throw you into.
Tears streamed down your face as the man kept you in place against the wall.
“Hey get off of her!” You heard a familiar voice yell.
You turned and saw Spencer get punched in the face.
“No! Leave him alone.” You yelled watching Spencer get up and pull out his gun.
“I’m not going to ask you again. Leave unless you want to get arrested for felonious attack.” He said pointing the gun at the man in front of you.
He slowly backed away and ran down the end of the street.
Once they were gone Spencer put his gun in his holster and ran to you, taking you in his arms.
“I’m so sorry I should have walked you home.” He said hugging your head to his chest.
“It’s okay Spencer. I guess I’m just accident prone.” You said letting out a small laugh.
“No that’s not it. It’s just the sick people see your beautiful self walking down the street and think it’s okay to just… disrespect you like that and it’s not okay.” He said pulling away from the hug.
Although he pulled away, you kept holding onto him.
Your hands snaked up his shoulders and you pulled him down to your level, stopping inches away from his lips.
“Is it okay if I…” he interrupted you by pressing his lips to yours.
His lips matched your perfectly, fitting together like two corresponding puzzle pieces.
You pulled away slowly, smiling.
“Y/N… will you be my girlfriend?” He asked shyly.
You looked into his beautiful brown eyes that were full of promise.
“Of course I will Spencer.” You said taking his lips in yours again.
“Wait! Your case!” You pointed out.
His eyes got wide as well and you fixed his tie and hair as he called another cab.
The car pulled up and he opened the door for you.
“I’m not leaving you this time.” He said holding his hand out.
You took it and got into the taxi.
Looks like someone was your hero again.

Originally posted by hisirishsoufflegirl

Man Face Monday - Hello Week, Hello Intense Face Edition

Hey! How was your weekend? Mine was good. I went to see “Logan,” which I really dug for its humanity, versus the superhero-y aspect. If your parents are getting older, like mine, bring your kleenex. The film was also effective in distracting me, at least for two hours, from that image of Stephen’s back that has simply burned into my retinas. That we don’t get to see the front is just a crime. Also, having him reply to my tweet last week was pretty cool, even though I am thinking he was misdirecting now. Anywho, let’s see some nice face, shall we?

This week’s face has more of a Bratva vibe to it. Kind of broody and worried. I’m down with that. 

If SA was ever painted by Caravaggio. Something like this.  

I like the light and dark here. 

This one make me happy while also rendering Bratva wig more palatable. 

Angry face with gun. Oh yes. 

Finally, should have included this gif last week on Forearm Friday. Never too late. And massive hugs to the gifmaker. 

Well, there you have it, my friends. I hope it gives you some good daydreams today. Wishing you hugs and happy. 

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Dark Bloom (For a moment, I was lost part 1)


Based on one of my favourite albums “For a moment, I was lost” by Amber Run.

This part is inspired by the song Dark Bloom.

Your best friend Caroline is none other than @mrshopkirk!

Pairing: Tony Stark x reader, Howard Stark x OC!Julia

Summary: A devastating loss brings you closer to the man you are destined to be with, but a family dalliance keeps you two apart.

Word count: 2.464

Warnings: Angst. Other than that, you’re safe.

A/N: I wanted to do something different and as it turns out, Dominic Cooper is one hell of an attractive Howard. Please excuse any historical errors and even the timeline that may or may not be entirely accurate. And yes, Julia is in fact my granny’s middle name. I really hope you enjoy this little fic series! Let me know of you want on or off the tag list.

A/N: There will be of course more Julia x Howard moments in the future!

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