man i am rusty

denielapple  asked:

Oh klaroline+#7kiss prompt

“routine kisses where the other person presents their cheek/forehead for the hello/goodbye kiss without even looking up from what they’re doing”

AN: Post around s6 of TVD and no magical babies bc that’s the only way I roll xD

Hope you like it ;)

This time, it’s Tuesday.

Caroline moves around the studio, her gaze wandering around, trying to locate all the garments she’s missing. Her hair is a mess and she lets out an impatient huff when it all falls over her face as she tries to retrieve her top from under the sofa.

Klaus smirks when he hears her curse, still keeping his focus on the painting he’s working on.

Perhaps he needs to add just a touch of red to make her lingerie the exact shade of crimson he’s going for, the one that reminds him of his dried up blood around her lips.

His fingers clench tighter around the brush as he remembers the heat of her skin, as he recalls her spicy taste on his tongue -

A growl of frustration falls from his mouth as the brush skids over the line, leaving a tiny red splatter on the canvas.

“Serves you right for painting me in my sleep,” Caroline says from behind him, slightly out of breath as she nearly crawls the floor, looking for something.

Klaus merely smiles under his nose. Caroline complaining about him painting her? Trying to draw his (and her) attention from the fact she’s just spent yet another night late morning afternoon in his arms?

It’s all part of their routine since she’s moved to NOLA with that pest Enzo eight months ago.

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out the flimsy deep red bra, caresses the delicate lace with the tip of his finger as if he stroked the swell of her breast.

Caroline’s voice is hoarse when she demands, “Give me that.” She wastes no time snatching the undergarment from his hands. “This ends now,” she says, hastily pushing the bra under her top.

Klaus hums in response, continuing with the painting.

Caroline scrunches her nose at his placating tone. “I’m serious.” She twists her arms at the weirdest angles to pull the straps in the right position.

“Uhm.” Klaus reaches for another shade of paint now. A sunny yellow.

“This was the last time, Klaus. The last time!” She dives under the table to get her purse.

This time, Klaus offers her silence, too busy contemplating which detail to work on next. But he can feel the burn of her gaze on his back, the frustration coming off her in waves.

“Ugh,” Caroline scoffs after a brief moment of fidgeting. “See you never, Klaus,” she blurts out and heads to the door, stopping - as always - by him when Klaus cranes his neck and offers her his cheek.

The touch of her lips is brief but warm.

And then she’s out of the door and he counts - one, two, three - until he hears another groan escape Caroline’s throat when she realizes what’s she’s just done.

Pecked him on the cheek to say goodbye, like old married couples do.

“See you around, sweetheart!” he yells after her.

He can’t wait for his Wednesday kiss.

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anonymous asked:

How do you think Gabe was to Sally? Like, behind closed doors? What was their first date like? When did Sally decide she just HAD to merry Gabe to protect Percy? Was there a build up? Just curious what your headcannon is.

Yo I’m just going to do their meeting and the beginning of the abuse because I had so many head canons it was getting too long

  • When Sally met Gabe, it was at the point she was growing desperate - Percy was growing older, his aura becoming more radiant, his smell stronger, and attracting enough danger that even he was starting to realize something was up.
  • Not to mention the fact that she was a single mother barely making enough to cover the rent, much less take care of a growing boy with anger issues and a tendency to get kicked out of every school he’s enrolled in.
  • They’re walking down the street when she sees the monster coming the other direction, sniffing wildly, eyes narrowing suspiciously on the two of them, and Sally takes Percy by the wrist and drags him into the nearest store - an electronics mega mart.
  • She’s panicking, dragging Percy down the aisles and praying the monster won’t walk in. And because the world has been anything but gracious to Sally Jackson, she sees the monster walk through the front doors, eyes searching.
  • That’s when the smell hits her - it’s pungent, disgusting, and is positively the worst thing she has ever smelled in her entire life.
  • The manager walks around the corner and as he nears the smell only grows worst. He’s a pudgy man, balding, and Sally reads the name Gabe before he talks to them
  • “Welcome to Electronics Mega Mart, how may I help you?”
  • And Percy, in all of his seven year old glory, replies “You smell like moldy garlic pizza. Wrapped in gym shorts.” 
  • Sally reprimands Percy, apologizing to the man, and is about to excuse them when she sees the monster at the end of the aisle.
  • Fear crosses over her face and as the monster stalks towards them something strange happens - as the monster grows near, his face falters, a look of pure disgust forming, and she can’t believe it when the monster turns on its heel and leaves.
  • And that’s when the idea sparks. She glances at the putrid-smelling manager with a sense of appraisal.  It couldn’t be that simple could it?Then she puts the warmest smile she can on her face.
  • Sally Jackson knows she’s attractive. (She had Percy when she was only nineteen, and now at twenty-six she’s more than capable of utilizing her appearance to her advantage.)
  • Gabe’s helpless really.
  • They date for two months before she gets the ring on her finger.
  • And that’s when the switch goes off.
  • Gabe Ugliano had been a suitably nice man for the first two months she knew him. Someone who was disgusting - but someone she could tolerate and even like at times. 
  • She feels guilty at times for faking her half of the relationship - but when she sees monsters give them a broad berth on the street and purposefully move out of their path, she knows the relationship is going to be her savior… Percy’s savior.
  • But when they move into his apartment after their engagement, everything changes. 
  • Gabe’s always had a short temper but it now flairs at every single little thing that irritates him.
  • Percy and Gabe disagree over every little thing and just pick at one another, and Sally has to remind herself that this is all for Percy when her child comes crying to her, begging her to leave Gabe.
  • She notes how there are weird sections of discoloration on his wall - almost like holes had been punched in them and then haphazardly plastered over… she doesn’t realize how obvious the warning signs were until it’s to late.
  • The first time Gabe hits her it’s because she told him she wanted to keep her last name. It’s an argument that quickly grows heated, and she says that it’s the last connection to her family (not to mention she doesn’t want to take the name Ugliano but she doesn’t say that to him) and that’s when his hand meets her face.
  • She crumples to the floor, her mind trying to sort through the confusion and the reality of the events that just happened. And while he’s stands over her, heaving in anger and his hand still outstretched, a sick sense of dread begins to grow in her stomach because she realizes that it’s only the beginning. 

The thing is… I work better alone.
I work better alone, too.


got bored at work so i tried my hand at trad art again after i saw a meme… and MAN WOW OH WOW, am i rusty af! :D thankfully, after a lot of unspeakable “maneuvers”, I managed. i think. haha

ps angelface au Smith is my favorite Smith to draw :)  ::  ||twitter||

anonymous asked:

25 with puzzleshipping ♥ good luck! Hope this helps~

Thank u for all the prompts nonnie ! I’m mega Slow but I’m having fun w/ them 8′)

25- where is my mind

DSOD spoilers !!

It always felt like there’s something missing. A voice in his mind, the weight of the puzzle against his chest, another room in his soul. Yuugi didn’t think he could ever get used to not having another door opposite of his soul room. Didn’t think he could get used to how quiet his thoughts felt to him now, no one to reply to them but himself. He missed the comforting weight of the chain around his neck, being able to reach and touch the puzzle for reassurance.

Sometimes he searched for that missing thing, like a puzzle piece that’s missing from the picture, even knowing it’s pointless, even knowing it’s over, that it’s gone, the voice, the room, the soul. There’s no more shared space. Only Yuugi, alone with his thoughts. His mind never felt so lonely, so empty.

Even though Atem was not here, and he knew, he knew, and he had told Kaiba as much, that Atem was gone, there’s a part of him that still reached; reached for corners of his mind, trying to grasp something, anything, trying to find a mark that says Atem was here. It often felt like all traces were gone.

But they were not, even when he often forgot; the way he stood firmly, the way he walked without hesitation and sure step, the way he talked, confident, barely any traces left of the shy, self conscious boy of 16 he was when he and Atem had first met. In a way, Atem gave him all those things. He’d changed, he’d grown. They both had, by the end of their journey, having learned from each other.

When he saw himself now, he couldn’t help but wonder if Atem would be proud of him. Even when the loneliness and the sorrow felt like they could eat him whole, his thoughts drifted to Atem, and he remembered his deep voice, how it’d soften when talking to him, saying his name, smiling and looking at him with something bright and warm in his eyes. The ache in his chest, when he remembered, the way his heart thrums, was a mark Atem was here too.

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wediecool  asked:

Hey, random prompt if you're up for it On a mission Maka goes missing for years and one day she shows up at Soul's doorstep delivering takeout

He was lying listlessly on the couch, eyes glazed as he stared at the TV, when he heard the knock on the door.

Soul stood slowly.  He peered through the gloom, the flickering lights from behind him barely illuminating the room.  For some reason, his heart was pounding.  Something about that knock was familiar.

He reached out a shaking hand and clasped the doorknob.  Turning the handle, Soul swung open the door and felt his heart leap to his throat.

“It’s you,” he breathed.

Maka smiled thinly.  “It’s me."  In her arms was a brown paper bag, the smell of Chinese takeout wafting through the air.

Soul slowly lifted a hand, fingers reaching for her as if she might evaporate into smoke at any minute.  "You… you’ve been gone for years.”

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The Snake and The Kitten: Part 1

It’s been a long time since I’ve written a fanfic. But I’ve had an idea as too how Stan and Jimmy would’ve met… in shipper trash form XD

Under read more due to sheer embarrassment and unforeseen length.

Part two

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late evening

*knock knock*

“Are you Mister Tony— Stank-Rottens?!”

“Close enough.”

*opens the package and sees a letter from Steve*



*Tony’s phone starts to ring, he sees Rhodey’s number*

“What’s up, honey bear?”

Tony, we have a problem. A large part of military equipment was stolen this afternoon. Dangerous stuff.”

“Oh? So you lose a couple of toys and call Iron Man for help? Getting rusty, War Machine?”

“Tony, this is serious. I am watching the feed right now. It was — it was Steve. And… another Steve? And Winter Soldier?!”


“Tony, what’s going on?!”

“Did anyone else see the tape? Can you erase it?”

“Can I – Do you even know what you are asking me to do?!”

“I am asking you to be a friend and help me protect my husband!!”

“Tony. What happened?”

“God… Not this again…*


“I am fine… Let’s meet. Until then don’t let anyone see the tape. Please.”


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(OQ Week, Day 1: Masquerade Ball)

Robin Hood knows how to mix and mingle. His upbringing as a young earl-to-be did not, despite his father’s frequent and many admonishments, go to waste. Tonight, he will rub shoulders with the highest echelons, the creme de la creme of the kingdom. He’ll compliment ladies and boost the egos of men, and maybe - probably - he’ll even dance a tad. It is, after all, a ball, so it’s all part of the deal. And he does need to appear as innocuous as possible.

The royal ball is invitation only, of course, and Robin presents his at the entrance (granted, it was originally addressed to some baron or other but Robin pinched it fair and square, so it’s his now). The guards take his bow and arrows as is customary, jesting about and congratulating him on his costume.

The fanfare blares somewhere beyond the walls; the ball is being opened just now, and Robin is still stuck cracking jokes with the guards. It’s probably for the best. In his line of work, the less he’s seen the better. Still, the hold up irks him some. The kingdom is loud with praise of the queen’s unparallelled beauty and he wouldn’t mind seeing for himself.

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