@autisticgayrey agreed! especially with the voice thing, i feel like female angarans are so poorly designed in general, the only ones i like and can remember is like the moshae, the one who you bring relics to and the one who dies, whereas for male angara we have several tied to the main story including a companion.
@voidfishduet THAT’S FINE!! they aren’t awful or anything so i can def see the appeal? i just expected more i guess :/
Honestly watching Clarke walking into that clean and aesthetic af bedroom and towards that beautifully decorated bed all I could think was Bellarke waking up together cuddling in it with ruffled hair and sleepy smiles and not a care in the world on their minds.
hey so um I saw ur page and saw u make
imagines and I was wondering if u could make one for me my name is Amna and I
would like an imagine about newt when he realizes that he loves you and then
another glader flirts with you, then he gets mad and u two get into a fight
but then it end in a makeout! THANK YOU SO MUCH ur the best and love ur
“Are you even listening to me, shuck face?”
Minho nudged Newt in the shoulder, bringing him back to reality.
“What?” The blond mumbled, startled by his
friend’s presence since he had almost forgotten Minho was standing next to him.
“What are you even looking at?” The Asian boy
glanced around, following Newt’s glare, until he found out what had caught his
“Nothing” The second in command lied,
acquiring a laid back demeanor that didn’t really fool his friend.
“Y/N, huh?” Minho smiled smugly as he crossed
his strong arms over his chest, checking her out. “I’ve always thought she’s
kinda hot too”
Newt’s head quickly snapped to look to the
Runner. And he didn’t like one bit how he was looking her up and down with that
smirk drawn on his lips.
“Really?” The second in command questioned
without any interest at all.
“I might talk to her” Minho absently combed
his quiff and rolled up his sleeves to make sure his muscular arms were
Newt pouted, unhappy at the thought of Minho going
over to her just to flirt. He wasn’t sure why, but lately he had been feeling
extremely protective of the girl.
It bothered him whenever a Glader got too
close, whenever she spent too much time with anyone or if she wasn’t with him
at all. Still, when she was with him, Newt felt… different.
The memory of her wonderful smile evoked odd
feelings within him, it made him feel lucky to just be able to get to see
something so beautiful. When he was next to her Newt felt happy and spry, and he couldn’t wait until they talked.
He had a feeling like it wasn’t the first
time something like that happened to him. But at the same time it was
different, more intense and real.
Was that… love?
“Huh? Watch do you think, Newt?” Again, Minho
had been talking and he hadn’t listened, even though he knew it was something
“Whatever, mate” The blond began to walk
away. “Do whatever you bloody feel like it”
Minho was astonished as he observed how the
British left, apparently angrily or at least annoyed.
Newt walked out of the medical hut and into
the Glade again after visiting a sick Glader.
On an instinct, he glanced around, using his
hand to shield his eyes from the sun. Soon enough, he spotted the person he was
looking for. But she wasn’t alone.
Minho was talking to Y/N again, and he was
still determined to flirt with her to court her.
Not thinking twice, the blond stomped his
feet on the ground as he made his way to join the two of them.
The Runner was whispering something in her
ear while she squinted her eyes, either in annoyance or in curiosity.
“Excuse me, Y/N” Newt intervened, his voice
stern and falsely friendly. “You have something here”
The Brit motioned around his ear, implying
that she had dirt or something on hers.
“Newt!” Minho hadn’t heard him arrive because
he was so busy whispering stupid things that he thought were so smart and
charming as well as smug.
“What is it, Newt?” She brushed her thumb
against her ear, wondering what it was stained with.
“Sorry, love, you had a shank all over you”
Newt grinned, apparently playful and nonchalant, but he was actually very
The girl, however, was amused and laughed at
Minho was getting a little annoying even if
it was somewhat entertaining to see the many ways in which he strained himself
to try and woo her.
But what was even more fun was to see the
annoyed expression on Newt’s happy-go-lucky face. And the subtle but definite
death glares he kept throwing his friend.
Y/N began to walk away, still grinning, and
Minho just rolled his eyes and left as well. That was when Newt saw his chance
to approach her.
“Where you going, love?” He rushed himself to
walk with her since she was ahead.
“Um…” The girl replied, puzzled by his
behavior. “I was gonna take a shower, actually…”
Newt blushed at the thought, but he cleared
his throat and pretended he wasn’t flustered by the mental image.
“You don’t look pissed off” His accent got
really thick and it took Y/N a few seconds to understand what he said, but then
she chuckled in surprise.
“Why would I be?”
“Nah…” The girl waved her hand in the air
carelessly, not really thinking it was that great. “He’s just being his usual
“But why wouldn’t you stop him?” The blond
was just baffled by why she would leave Minho try and court her. Did she like
him? Did she not care?
“He was just playing, Newt!” Still walking,
Y/N felt shocked by the second in command’s insistence. “What’s the matter?”
“With that lug? The bugger was flirting with
you and you’re all bloody cheery and fine with it?”
Tiredly licking her lips in annoyance, she
stopped in her tracks and sent the boy an exasperated glance.
“You’re not jealous… Are you, Newt?” Y/N
quickly saw the problem he had with it all, she knew him well.
Flirting wasn’t that much of a deal, it was
something harmless and inane. Yet Newt was freaking out about it.
“Slim it, Y/N!” The Brit exclaimed, offended.
“I’m not bloody jealous!”
Y/N had to try her hardest not to smirk in
satisfaction when she realized he had blushed a little. To be honest, it was
the first time she saw Newt get so shy and bashful.
It was surprising yet oddly amusing.
“Sure you’re not” The girl sarcastically
said, proceeding to head over to the showers.
“You think you’re such a smart lass” Newt
pouted angrily, sulky like a child. “You shank”
That said, he just stormed off and avoided to
look over his shoulder to her as he did.
Y/N just observed him and let out a small
guffaw of disbelief.
It was the first time she saw him act like a
little kid. Hell, probably no one had ever seen him like that!
Y/N rolled her eyes and turned around to walk
into the bathrooms once and for all. She would have to take care of it later.
The shower felt refreshing and relaxing, so Y/N
was in a great mood when she walked out of the bathrooms.
She messed up her hair a little, trying to
get it to dry faster, and took a look around the Glade.
Newt was nowhere to be seen, so she walked
over to the closest Glader, who happened to be Alby.
“Hey, Alby” She casually called him, sending
him a friendly smile.
“Have you seen the blondie?”
“Yeah, he was so shuck grumpy” The leader
shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know why”
“Where did he go?”
Alby pointed his finger to the watchtower,
where Newt was indeed standing, watching the Glade with absent eyes.
“He just said he wanted to be alone”
“Thanks” Without further ado, Y/N headed for
the watchtower to go and talk with him once and for all.
“Wait” The young man stopped her. “Do you
know what’s gotten into him?”
The girl smirked a little, wondering whether she should tell Alby or not. But she figured that, if he hadn’t told him
himself, Newt didn’t really want his friend to know.
So she would keep the secret for him.
“Not really, that’s what I’m trying to find
out” Being a decent liar, she didn’t worry about it. And he seemed to buy it as well.
“Okay, you talk to him then” Alby encouraged
her, softly patting her in the shoulder. “Just be nice”
“What?!” Jokingly, the girl held a hand
against her chest in false offence. “When am I not nice?”
“You know what I mean, you shank” He clicked
his tongue annoyed, but she just laughed a bit.
“I’ll talk to you later” Before she left, Y/N
winked at him as a friendly gesture.
She kept thinking about how Newt was so
bothered by Minho and her being friendly. Y/N was extremely friendly and
extroverted towards everyone! And Minho… well, he was just Minho.
“Newtie!” The girl announced herself as she
climbed up the ladder to the superior part of the watchtower. “I’m home!”
“Bloody hell” She heard him saying. “Don’t
you call me like that ever again, love”
Once she was up, Y/N happily plopped down on
the floor and enthusiastically pulled at his hand to make him sit down with her
Newt pursed his lips together in resignation
as he stirred in the spot to be comfortable, but didn’t glance at her. The blond
just kept his brown eyes locked on the Glade in front of them.
“So…” The girl sighed softly. “What’s with
you, shuck face?”
“Nothing” He simply replied, pretending to be
fine despite his obvious odd demeanor.
“Seriously? You won’t even look at me, Newt”
Y/N observed him intently, also knowing that
staring at him would get on his nerves. She was just having a bit of fun with
“So you’re not jealous” Y/N couldn’t hide the huge grin that had taken over her lips.
“I told you, love, I’m not bloody jealous”
“I know you are, don’t lie to me”
Finally, even if he did in spite of himself,
Newt slowly glanced at her.
He crossed his arms over his chest when he
saw her staring and with that stupidly gorgeous grin plastered on her soft
“How did you bloody know?!” He finally gave
in. “You realized so bugging fast!”
“Are you kidding me? I read you like an open
book, stupid” Y/N giggled as she linked her arm with his. “I can see right
Newt heaved a big sigh, but remained silent.
“You’re so ‘bloody’ smart, yet you’re acting
Y/N leaned closer to him and left a sweet
peck on his cheek.
“If you were jealous and you like me, there’s
nothing wrong with it, Newt”
The boy stared at her in surprise and admiration, happy by her reaction. He let out a tiny sigh as he sent her a kind smile and got comfortable in the watchtower, sitting right next to her with their arms linked.
It felt exhilarating and perfect to be right there. With her. Especially knowing she was okay with him having feelings towards her.
I mean…Sansa is most likely said to be based on Elizabeth of York and Jon is said to be partially based on Henry VII…and Henry and Elizabeth got married for a political alliance when Henry took the throne of England to mark the end of the War of the Roses (which is what ASOIAF is loosely inspired by mainly)….so I’m just saying.
Me and Roman are tight. We’ve had our differences on TV and we get into each others faces because we’re two alpha males. We butt heads, but that’s why we love each other. We’re brothers and we push each other and still got each others back.