I’m actually wearing make up *gasp of shock* it’s just mascara and lip gloss but shhh… I’m working my way up to foundation/concealer and the rest of it aha. It’s enough to cause anxiety as it is changing this much.
She saw him before he saw her. Which was more than a little impressive, she thought, given that she was the one riding a dragon.
He stood on the edge of the bluff, silhouetted against the crashing waves, cutting a cold figure as he looked out at sea. The wind ruffled his hair, sending his cape flying out behind him like a banner-but he barely seemed to notice. His eyes were on her, almost immediately. On Drogon.
She still didn’t know what to think of him, even after a handful of weeks. There were moments when he was hard and cold and seemed almost carved of ice. And then there were moments…like when he’d looked at her on the terrace, or when he’d touched her arm in the cave to gently steer him towards the cave paintings…when there was something warm and burning in his gaze that lit a fire somewhere deep inside of her, in a part of her heart she’d long since forgotten. But none of it matters if he doesn’t bend the knee, so it’s not worth thinking about.
She felt the sudden need to do something he wouldn’t expect. So she urged Drogon low, landing almost on top of him-and she watched him carefully to see how he would react, especially when Drogon roared loudly. His eyes widened and his breath caught, the way everyone’s did when they saw her children, and for a moment she saw a flash of fear in his eyes. But then…then it dissipated. He didn’t look afraid. The look in his eye turned into one of pure wonderment. She couldn’t place it at first; it had been so long since anyone had looked at her children with anything other than fear.
He looked at the dragon like he was a miracle, not an unimaginable threat.
Slowly, slowly, he pulled off his glove and reached out his hand and she felt fear spark in her stomach-what if Drogon killed him? The last thing she wanted was to find another enemy in the North once they heard that she’d accidentally murdered their king. But Drogon didn’t seem bothered; he sniffed his hand, almost curiously…and then Jon pressed his hand to the smooth scales under his jaw. She caught her breath, though she wasn’t sure whether it was from awe or relief.
It was like a man petting a dog; Jon was tentative and careful, reminded at every moment of the dragon’s sharp teeth that could rip through bone and flesh with a single though, but not afraid. The only sound was the wind off the waves and Drogon’s heavy breathing, and her heart beating out of her chest. She couldn’t move, couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. It couldn’t be happening…but it was. And Drogon let out a high whiffling sound, almost like a sigh of pleasure.
Aware that Drogon had the patience of a wound coil, she climbed off his back and slid to the soft ground. She landed softly in the grass, boots absorbing most of the impact-and Drogon pulled away as soon as she was free of his tail, glancing back at her one last time as if to make sure she was unharmed before he flew away, off to join his brothers. Jon looked just as shocked as she felt.
But he took it in stride, the way he always did. “They’re beautiful, aren’t they?” She felt she had to say something, provide some sort of explanation.
“Wasn’t the word I was thinking of…but yes. Yes they are. Gorgeous beasts.”
She thought he almost meant it-but even so, she knew that she’d never look at him the same way again.
Drogon saw…something in him. Perhaps she should acknowledge that she did too.
There was something…different about the human.
Drogon didn’t really care much for humans, one way or another-they all looked the same, sounded the same, even tasted the same. The only human he cared about was his mother; he could sense when she was in pain or afraid, when she needed his protection. She was his rider and he would protect her with everything he had from her enemies.
Perhaps it was the fact that his mother liked him. She treated him differently than she treated the others; he would sometimes see her looking at him out of the corner of her eye and vice versa, the way they would sometimes brush past each other at just the right moment so their skin would brush and they’d jump apart as if shocked. But she always felt confused and unsure around him so Drogon had learned to be on his guard, should he need to tear this strange man’s throat out.
The man had faced him with no fear, as if he was a dog to be tamed. Drogon had respected that; he grew tired of the men that he burned alive who cried and shat their pants when they died, who would run and hide if they heard his roar or saw his wings. A brave man felt different than a dying man…and this man’s fear was fleeting, simmering under the surface of a greater sense of wonder.
And then he’d tried to touch him. Normally Drogon would have balked at this; he wasn’t a dog or a sheep, to be pet at anyone’s leisure. Even his mother barely pet him more than she had to; his younger brother craved a human touch but he’d always found it strange and unnerving. But this man’s touch had been different…it had reminded him of his mother.
In fact, the more he thought about it the more the man reminded him of his mother.
There was a connection between them, one he couldn’t quite understand-but he knew it was something he hadn’t expected to feel with another living soul. But now he had, and it complicated everything.
Viserion and Rhaegal flew to meet him, wondering what had happened. He snapped at them; the problem wasn’t theirs to trouble themselves with. They were quick enough to follow him when he went hunting for flying fish, swooping low over the fleet to to grab fish and causing all of the men on board to run belowdecks.
The problem of this man in black was his to solve. What could that connection possibly mean-and was there any way it could be dangerous? No matter what happened, his loyalty was always to his mother.
But somehow, he didn’t think there was any danger. At least, not from this stranger.
My first time trying Drogon’s POV! I can honestly say that I never thought I’d have to write in the POV of a dragon before I started this blog…
I’m going to do my best to post a new chapter of my multi chapter fic, Forever and Always, tomorrow…and possibly something after the episode provided I’m not too emotionally scarred, which I can’t promise. Like, it’s a problem. I’m going to cry a lot. But that’s why I write fics, because then there can always be a world where I fix things.
But as always, send me prompts, headcanons, asks, whatever-my inbox is open and I’m trash for this ship.
Hello(ΦωΦ). First, I wanna say I love your writing it's creative and amazing fo real. I would like to request: MC proposing to Seven by hacking into his computer lol. Let's see how this one is going lol, Thank you in advance!
This sounds so cute oh my god And thank you! You’re so sweet :] ~Mod L
“You really are the perfect person for him, aren’t you? This is such a ridiculous idea”. “Oh hush up and help me Vanderwood”. He rolled his eyes as he peered over your shoulder at Seven’s computer. “I don’t even know that I’m even going to be able to do this. He puts in a ridiculous amount of security on everything. Like Arabic with the door”. “Arabic…?” “Yeah,” he looked at you, confused. “You have to speak Arabic to get in here…? Did he give you a bypass to that??” “… Anyways. Just show me how to do this this~”
You lounged on the couch, peeking at Seven over your book. You tried your best to look casual as you played around with his ring hidden behind your book. You felt your heart beat faster as he turned on his computer. He immediately tensed up, seeing something was off. You softly cleared your throat. “Is something the matter?” “Something… Something is wrong with my computer?” Did someone hack it?” You felt a little tinge of guilt as you saw him start to worry, but quickly shook it off. “What’s going on?” “I think someone hacked into my computer… No information is gone? Or even accessed? What happened?” “What’s wrong?” “My screen is covered in code… What does this say?” You carefully got up from the couch, trying to be quiet enough that he didn’t notice. His eyes were completely fixated on the screen, and he didn’t notice you at all. “Seven…” he read off the screen. You silently knelt down behind him, waiting for him to read your message. It took you what you felt like was ages to translate everything into binary, and you wouldn’t even know how to do any of this without Vanderwood. “Seven Zero Seven… Saeyoung Choi… Will you.. Marry me?” His head tilted in confusion, and you had to stifle a giggle. “Who wrote this? Is someone messing with me?” You held up the wedding band, and loudly cleared your throat. It was a moment before Seven was able to take his eyes off the screen. “I don’t know who would-” He spun around, and stopped mid-sentence. His jaw dropped to the ground as he saw you. “Y-You-” “Saeyoung. Would you make me the happiest person on the planet and be my husband?” Seven slowly raised his hand to cover his mouth, his eyes wide as saucers. “Are… Are you being serious?” His voice a barely a whisper. “Yes,” you laughed. “Of course I’m being serious. Will you marry me?” Seven let out a small laugh before nodding vigorously. “Oh my god… Yes! Yes, yes, yes!” Saeyoung lunged out of his chair and straight into you, hugging you tightly. You laughed into his neck, letting out a small squeal as you almost dropped his ring. “Saeyoung! Your ring!” He pulled away, blushing. You gently took his hand, sliding the band onto his finger. Seven let out another laugh as he pressed his forehead against yours. “I… I can’t believe this is actually happening. Did you hack my computer? Where did you learn how to hack?” “A secret,” you whispered before kissing him.
Requested by @steph-oliveira :
“Hi honey 💖 Can you please do an imagine where the reader and Cody Christian are celebrating one year of dating and they are in a chic restaurant, then the waitress starts to “flirt” with him! After the date when they are going home he notices that something is wrong with her! Then she tells him that she didn’t like the looks that the waitress gave him… And he tells her he didn’t notice because he only has eyes for her… Very jealous and very fluff at the same time! Thank you very much 💕💕”
Hope you like it boo.
Feedbacks are always appreciated.
Sorry for my bad English, it’s not my first language.
You looked at yourself in the mirror and brushed your hair with your fingers.
A faint knock at the door snapped you out of your thoughts.
“We have to go, and I’m sure you look beautiful, you always do.”
You smiled and opened the door.
“I don’t look good always,” you said walking past him to grab your heels.
Cody’s followed your every movement, admiring your beauty.
“You look stunning.”
You were wearing a long wine red dress, tied around your neck, that left your back uncovered.
You turned around and looked at him, lingering a little bit more on how good his arms looked in that white shirt.
“You don’t look bad,” you said biting your lip.
Cody chuckled and and grabbed your hand, guiding you downstairs. You grabbed your purse and your jacket and closed the door behind you two.
“Are you gonna tell me where you’re taking me?”
“No, it’s a surprise, I told you.”
You sighed and rolled your eyes. Cody stopped in front of his car and opened the door for you, helping you with your dress when he saw you struggling and then shut the door.
“Don’t worry you’re gonna like it.”
Thanks to Cody’s help you managed not to destroy your dress when you got out of the car.
Cody’s smile was shining more than never as he guided you inside the restaurant and then out. He stopped on a terrace, only a table in the centre of it. Everything was lit by the soft light of, at least, a hundred candles and you could see the whole city from there, every little sparkling light.
You gasped in awe, tearing up a little bit, and turned to Cody, wrapping your arms around him.
“This must be really expensive.”
“I’m not playing your game, I’m not gonna tell you. I don’t want you to try give me back the money.”
“At least I tried. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
The evening was passing smoothly, except for a single little detail. Your waitress looked at Cody in a way that you didn’t like and was shamelessly flirting with him.
Jealousy has been bubbling up in you for the whole evening and even if it wasn’t Cody’s fault you began to answer him with sneaky remarks. Cody knew that something was wrong with you, he could see it even before your sneaky remarks, your eyes weren’t as sparkly as before.
You played with the food in your plate, moving around your fork.
“I’ve lost my appetite.”
Cody seemed truly worried for you.
“Do you want to go home?”
Cody got up and grabbed his jacket.
“I’m gonna go pay the check.”
“Yeah wait for me at the car, I need a minute.”
Cody walked out of the terrace and you waited a little before getting up and grabbing your purse.
You walked out of the restaurant looking at the ground, lifting up your head only when that waitress passed near you to send her a death glare.
You got into the car and closed violently the door, Cody was already at the driver’s seat.
He started the car and started to drive to home. He sneaked little glances at you to see if you were looking at him.
He put a hand on your thigh, trying to strike it with his thumb and when you slapped away his hand he knew that you were seriously angry.
You slammed the door behind you, took off your jacket and threw your purse on the couch, trying to take off your heels too.
“Y/N, what’s wrong?”
“The waitress was flirting with you, Cody. The waitress. And she was doing it in front of my face, like it was a normal thing. You know what’s wrong? I realized that you have million of girls frowning over you.”
“Y/N,” said Cody as he grabbed your hand gently, “ I don’t want the others, I want you. I love you.”
You looked at the ground, feeling a bit guilty, you knew that he loved you.
“You know why I brought you there? Because I wanted to do this,” he got down on one knee and opened a little box, a shiny beautiful ring in it,” Y/N Y/L/N, I love you, and I want to spend my entire life with you so please, would you marry me?”
You squared excited and jumped on him, wrapping your arms around his torso.
It was a hot day in Florida. One that made it extremely
impossible to even leave the cool refreshing air condition I had full blast in
my apartment. Nothing could tempt me to leave my cave and as I settled down
into my comfy couch with an array of different snacks in front of me; I
couldn’t help the content sigh that escaped my lips. A Harry Potter movie
marathon was playing and as I recited every word twirling a Twizzler as a wand
I failed to notice the front door open.
everyone teasing you for having hickeys and trying to guess who gave you them and then they notice remus eye fucking you when you wear your skirt a little high one day
It was a nice day, warm and sunny.The marauders sat under the willow tree cloest to the Black Lake. Remus laid, with his back aginst the trunk of thr tree, reading, Peter was working on his Charms homework while James and Sirius, wih their shoes and socks at the shoreline and the legs of their pants folded up past their knees waded through the cold merky water.
“I wonder who Y/N’s shagging?” Sirius asked as you and your friends sat down under another tree, not to far from them. Peter soundly clapped Remus on the back as Remus choked on his own spit
“W-How do you know she’s shagging anyone?”
“You haven’t seen the hickies on her neck Moons?” James snickered. “Or how she’s been wearing her skirt?” Sirius laughed. Remus opened his mouth only to shut it.
“I bet it’s Aubrey,” Peter said.
“Why would you think she’s shagging him?” Remus asked curoisly, fingers roughly curling around his book.
“He fancies her don’t he?” The smallest of the four replied.
“No way,” James laughed.
“It’s true!” Peter harpped, “I heard him telling Fenwick that he thought her arse was fantastic!” Remus looked over to Y/N and saw the girl already staring back at him, a feral glint in her eyes that even from a few yards away, he could catch.
He felt his blood start to turn hot as she took her bottom lip between her teeth.
“That doesn’t mean he fancies her Wormtail, it just means he finds her fit!” Sirius said. Sirius turned to Remus, ready to ask him what he though when he quickly saw the look on his face- and in his eyes. The young pureblood followed his line of sight, only for it to land on the very girl they’d been talking about.
“James,” Sirius hit his friends shoulder, “Take a look Moon.” The bispecticaled boy clapped a hand over his mouth, to stop from laughing.
“Looks like the mysterys solved,” James giggled. Peter, from his spot next to Remus frowned, “Whatddo you mean?” He asked, “How’s it solved?” Neither James nor Sirius answered the heavy boy, instead they contuined to laught at Remus and how dumb they were for not noticing it sooner.
Headcanons about if Levi and Farlan had a crush on the same girl?
- Levi didn’t make it obvious that he liked you so Farlan had no clue. Of course Levi knew since Farlan told him but no one would’ve guessed that Levi actually had feelings for you.
- Isabel took notice that Levi’s eyes lingered on you for longer than usual but he never acted very out of the ordinary. So she just left it alone.
- Levi was jealous that you seemed to like talking to Farlan more than him but if he randomly started talking to you a lot, people would start to question it.
- Farlan flirted with you and kissed your cheek a few times but he never actually asked you out in fear of rejection.
- Levi acted the same with you, except he wasn’t as rude. He listened and took notice of the small things you did, like the face you look while focused or how you styled your hair differently depending on your mood. Levi admired from afar while Farlan made it obvious he liked you.
- Sometimes Farlan would race you and go out of his way to make you smile. But Levi would sometimes make more tea for you and just talk about the upcoming expedition.
Who am I? Well…. At the moment I’m not really sure. Would I feel better if I possessed a man’s phallus? If I could, from the moment of my birth, shed my feminine flesh, cursing it as did Lady Macbeth? Probably not. I am who I am. The person God made me to be. Yet uncomfortable in my own femininity.
I look in the mirror, I notice things. Eyes that if you look closely enough don’t line up right and decidedly androgynous or masculine features (though if I were a boy I’d be one of those nerdy ones with shrimpy arms and a dorky snort that passes for a laugh, glasses too big for my face).
I’m not saying I don’t have feminine aspects. But lately it’s been nagging at the back of my mind for a while, those two kids. One mistook me for a boy, they both did. The other thought I shouldn’t be in the girl’s bathroom. Maybe it’s no big deal. I dress in guys clothes cause I don’t like how I feel in a dress. So what do I expect?
Congratulations on 5 16 million subscribers Jack and the entire jacksepticeye community! Sam hopped out of his tank with cake and balloons just to celebrate!
that was the caption on the very first fanart i made for jack back on june 11, 2015. and that 11 million subscriber fanart was the first one i did with my new drawing tablet.
Jack reblogging that 5 million subscriber fanart was one of the reasons i started to draw again. and his constant interaction and support in this loving community is what encouraged me to keep going with it. I’m so thankful to be a part of this community, whose creativity always motivates me to keep trying new things.