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An early morning doodle that I went way too far with. I love designing new costumes for my girls, though. ✨✨✨


So big a name for so small a man.

Okay so @chirpingisflirting said she’s been having a real poopy bday, so I thought I’d take a crack at a nurseydex hc (which became this lame ficlet chimera) for her! Here goes nothing! Literally!

I’d imagine that, early in Nursey and Dex’s relationship (say, four months in?), school starts hittin’ Dex hard; boy’s got assignments up the wazoo, some emergency fees come up and he takes a small job a few days a week at the school bookstore/convenience store, his life’s just a mess. Nursey’s trying to keep his cool and be understanding, but it’s driving him nuts. He hasn’t seen Dex outside of practice in like, a month and a half, and he keeps trying to text him and make the best out of a crappy situation, but Dex tends to fall asleep or get bogged down by a new assignment and just forgets to text back and or it’s been almost a day and it’d feel really awkward to answer now and… yeah. It’s really fucking with Nursey.

He’s been taking it slow with Dex (whom I headcanon as only recently really coming into his sexuality?) since the start, but it feels like he’s the only one who gives a crap sometimes. Nursey reminds himself that’s obviously not true, though, and that Dex is just obscenely busy and just… lays on the supportive texts, or brings extra snacks for Dex after practice/before class. Still, this can only go on for so long.

And it’s driving Dex crazy too, because he’s reading all the texts, and he can see how upset Nursey is every time he splits up with the rest of the team after breakfast to head off to class, and it weighs on his mind when he’s knee-deep in some cs problem. It’s his first real relationship (with a dude?), and he’s crazy for Nursey, but he feels like he’s only giving 30% when Nursey’s constantly giving 100% (which ISN’T TRUE; boy’s running himself ragged, here!).

So he works double time for like a week to give him enough slack to slack off for an evening. It’s Tuesday, and he texts Nursey around lunch to get dressed in something comfy and wait outside the Haus for him after dinner. Nursey’s totally confused and is so… idk? Anxious? What could Dex want to talk about? Can Nursey even take this anymore? Is this fair to him? He almost doesn’t reply or want to show up, but he’s a sucker for Dex, so he puts on a cute li'l sweater over a collared shirt and waits out front.

Dex pulls up ten minutes late (definitely unlike him), and Nursey and him drive off silently.

They pull up to this hill hidden between these real posh houses that overlook Samwell and the surrounding town, minutes pass, and Dex pulls a scrap of paper and a single, haggard looking rose from behind his seat, but he still won’t talk. He just stares down at the things in his hands, and Nursey’s somewhere between concerned and pissed.

“I stopped by the flower shop before they closed and picked this up for you,” Dex starts, hands on the rose he’s now jerking in Nursey’s direction, “but I realized I don’t even know if you like roses, and this is completely fucking cliché, and it got all fucked up because I kept fiddling with it, and- Jesus, Nurse. I’m sorry.”

Nursey just looks up and locks eyes with Dex for the first time all night. Concern is winning out over anger now. He takes the rose, and his eyebrows wrinkle in an almost sad way.

“Shit, Nur- Derek! Derek. Are you okay? I’m so, so–”

“I love it.” Nursey places his hand over Dex’s. Dex just blushes and goes silent again, his eyes returning to the scrap that’s getting closer to becoming, well, scraps.

“I know I’ve been really shitty about, well, us, recently.” Dex is breathing deeper now. “But I know how hard this is for you, and I think about you all the time, and I thought I could balance everything, but I-” Dex shrugs. “I guess I can’t,” he chuckles.

“And I guess I know how much you like poetry and stuff, and- just- I brought you here to tell you…” He stretches out the paper in his now shaking hands, and sucks in a sharp breath. Th- this. Just read this.“ He passes the scrap over to Nursey:

‘You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired. You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for.’

"Yo, you know plagiarism is probably the least effective way to my heart, right?” Nursey chirps.

“I know that, idiot,” Dex starts. “I- I’m not saying I wrote it. I just-”

“I know, man.” Nursey’s hand tightens around Dex’s.

And then Nursey’s kissing him, and Dex could almost cry for all that he feels he doesn’t deserve it after this past month. They break apart soon, though, and Dex takes the moment to hold Nursey out at arm’s length.

“I'msosorryDerekyoudeservebetterthanthisI'lltryharderforyou,” Dex breathes out.

“Hey, chill. I’m not blind, you know? You’re doin’ everything you can, Will. Just… just let me help you too, y'know? If you’re too busy to leave your damn room, let me come to you. It’ll kill me, but I can catch up on my readings and… not distract you.” He waits a beat for Dex to answer, and when he doesn’t, he continues, “Or I can meet you in between classes and walk you to your next one, or we can call each other… I just miss you.”

Dex’s eyes start darting here and there, like he’s looking for something in Nursey’s, and he finally answers: “Yeah. Yeah, I’d like that.” He’s sniffling now. “Let me do better.”

And with that, Dex leans in to kiss the smile sprouting on Nursey’s lips.

(And then vehicular cuddles. A lot of them. To the point where Nursey has to drive them back because Dex is half-asleep.)

some of yall are hoenstly so bitter lmfao the episode was literally titled Luthors like idk wha the fuck yall were expectin but i sure as hell would expect an episode titled L U T H O R S to focus on Lena L U T H O R and ha mom Lillian L U T H OR like we aint had scenes w lena in God knows how long and yall deadass get new scenes every single fuckin week can yall jus shut up for a sec and let we enjoy somethin or do yall rly need to act so bitter and hateful all the time lmfao

Everyone is worried that they might never find their s/o in their lifetime, and I constantly hear people asking for advice on how to find a good guy;; but the thing is, maybe you should stop looking. 

I don’t mean completely avoid every man in your life, but I strongly believe the way you can find someone who truly and genuinely loves you, the kind of guy that you have been searching for, is to stop looking. 

Focus on yourself. Do what makes you happy; do something you are head over heels passionate about, and forget about the loneliness of not having a s/o, and focus on being with yourself. Because in the midst of your passionate strive to do what you love, there will be someone looking from the sidelines and falling in love you. 

Because in the end, the best look on anyone is the look they carry when they do something they love. 

“Hmmmm…. Ko’mog. What do ya see?”
“Uh.. I see a Clefthoof, sir.”
“Nononono, Ko’mog, I need ya to focus!”
“What do ya SEE?”
“….T..Two Clefthoofs??”
“NO! Ugh, okay, I understand this might be too advanced for you but this is why I’m here to guide ya into being a great huntsman.”
“Oh…I am thankful. What is it that you see?”
“CYBORG animals. Incredible, isn’t it?”
“H-how do you know…?”
“HOW? Well that’s easy, I put them there.”
“To test you.”
“It’s okay Ko’mog, just take it all in. You’ll be a master soon enough.”

hey uh just a small teeny tiny reminder tht if ur a terf/truscum ths blog is Not For U

anonymous asked:

Yoooo can you write headcanons of the guys coming home to Candy after cheating? Like they feel a terrible regret or something i dunno

,,me when i got the request; o(-( lol kaha out-//shot

Okay I’m just kidding but - sure. I’m 1000% ready to put this under the cut,, I’m just gonna pretend,, Candy is dreaming,, and uh I named this notepad as ‘WHY’ in my documents so…enjoy??


  • Feels horrible as soon it happens, it just all dawns on him at once.
  • Can’t bring himself to look at Candy
  • Looks like death,, he can’t believe he just did that.
  • Gets very tense around Candy 
  • Feels like death, looks like death.
  • Hates seeing Candy getting upset about his avoidance.
  • Would rather Candy not find out by herself, he’d rather tell her.
  • Would be very sleep deprived, he just feels beyond horrible
  • Avoids Candy, he can’t even SEE her.
  • Cuts off his so called ’s/o’ real quick
  • Probably told his s/o about Candy, apologized for his stupidity, then cut her off. 
  • He’d be very nervous around Candy ?? he’s just scared of the idea of losing her
  • Doesn’t even care for Castiel, which is rare.
  • He’s lacking in his work but he doesn’t even care about that ?? Also very rare.
  • Not as uptight. As if Armin asked to burn down the school it’d be a ‘go on ahead’.
  • Nath would eventually tell Candy the truth and nothing but the truth.
  • Could never forgive himself. 
  • Would confess in the library, where they first kissed.
  • Confesses two days after.


  • Already felt horrible doing it and coming back home afterwards.
  • Tries to be as casual as he can, he CANNOT have Candy thinking about him cheating.
  • Plans to tell her as soon as he can.
  • Leaves his s/o without notification, as if she never existed.
  • Won’t answer his phone or text Candy for the first few days.
  • Gets kinda tense around Candy, he doesn’t makeout with her as much.
  • Doesn’t completely avoid Candy just brushes her off with an ‘I’m busy’ or 'I have to go’.
  • Still gives Candy kisses and some hugs…just not as much as he did before.
  • Can’t stand himself, gets very angry at his decisions
  • Probably not even upset he’s just ?? Angry with himself.
  • Doesn’t play with Demon as much
  • Terrified of the idea of Candy leaving him.
  • Doesn’t confide in anyone or anything, he’s just gone.
  • Wouldn’t look like anything is wrong with him but Lysander knows something is troubling him.
  • Doesn’t tell Lysander anything - but drops hints of 'something that he wishes he’s never done’.
  • Castiel eventually grows tired of his paranoia and hiding everything from Candy, and tells her. No fancy place, park, just wherever she is - he’s telling.
  • Confesses the next week.


  • G  u  i  l  t  y  .
  • Would never think he’d do something like that.
  • Absolutely blank - just what did he do…?
  • More quiet than usual,, just guilty.
  • Writes a lot in his notepad, just hinting poems of his feelings.
  • Starts kissing Candy a lot less, doesn’t even try to surprise kiss her.
  • Believes that Candy will leave him.
  • Would explain to his s/o about Candy and ask her not to contact him again. 
  • Honestly feels like the worst person ever
  • Tries to still be intimate with Candy but can’t help but think about that ’s/o’ of his.
  • Can’t focus properly on his poetry, stops writing at some point.
  • Sleeps a lot more than he usually does.
  • Tries to brush Candy off as politely as possible.
  • Knows if he tells Rosa he’d either get smacked. Or smacked.
  • Can’t imagine his life without her it’s just ?? Empty. It’s Rosalya all over again but worse.
  • Tells Leigh about it, literally the closest person to him.
  • Looks down to the ground a lot, doesn’t make eye contact with anyone.
  • Talks very long walks to clear up his mind.
  • Would confess in a private area like the library or the basement.
  • Confesses 3 days later.


  • Everything came crashing as soon as he walked in tbh, it was just so much.
  • Can’t believe he just did that.
  • Swears to himself a lot, just “I’m such an asshole” or “What the fuck Armin”.
  • Hesitant when Candy touches him, he can’t help but think of all that crap he did with that girl.
  • Tries to play video games for comfort but just gets so mad.
  • Would tell that s/o about his girlfriend and how he doesn’t want any contact with her of any kind.
  • Rarely kisses Candy on her lips. It’s either the cheek or her neck..
  • Looks so bothered like his default expression is just ’
  • Is a lot less intimate/flirty with Candy than he was before.
  • Looks very upset,, just he doesn’t smile much
  • Has very short conversations and casual conversations with Candy.
  • Kinda neglects his own needs like someone needs to remind him that those doritos need someone to eat them.
  • Accepted the fact that if Candy left him, he deserved it.
  • Can’t SLEEP usually Armin is just out in 2.5 seconds but the boy is just sweating,, 
  • Tells everything to Alexy like a few days later. Alexy would tell. him. OFF.
  • Confesses after classes when it’s time for break, most likely in the locker room.
  • Confesses the next week.


  • No no no no no.
  • Beyond upset when he gets home. Did he just do that ?? To his girlfriend - to his everything ???
  • Gets so angry with himself. 
  • Almost cries but the tears don’t fall. Angry tears.
  • Doesn’t really text Candy, which he usually does when he’s away.
  • Has pulled 180’s on her if he saw her in the halls just - gone.
  • Drops his s/o like a hat, doesn’t even tell her anything - Kentout.
  • Kisses Candy a bit longer like for a few more seconds than usual, as if she’s going to melt if he doesn’t.
  • Would honestly take it in that Candy would leave him…
  • Wants to spend as much time as he possibly can.
  • Very hesitant to kiss her sometimes.
  • Tries his best to keep a calm demeanor around Candy.
  • Hates hearing about Candy missing him…it’s just that he can’t be around her, not as much anyways.
  • Can’t confide in anyone, very upset just - leave him be.
  • Such as most of the guys, he’s beyond horrified of the idea of Candy leaving.
  • Has had nightmares of her leaving and boy - they were very bad.
  • Can’t sleep a whole night, usually takes a lot of naps.
  • Becomes less active…just sits around at home or in his room.
  • Cookie misses him, though Kentin still pets Cookie and gives treats.
  • Honestly, he would confess to her over the phone. He can’t look at her and she probably can’t even stand to look at him.
  • Confesses 4-5 days later.


anonymous asked:

How will the boys react when they find out s/o is made into l'Cie against their will; s/o then completes Focus and turned into crystal stasis (without the boys knowing what that Focus is)? (FFXIII AU I hope you don't mind! You don't have to answer this if you didn't play it yet)

I had to do quite a bit of research for this one, since I’m really only a fan of 15, but I think I got the gist of it…I think….(spoilers of end game, and DLC) ٩(•̤̀ᵕ•̤́๑)ᵒᵏᵎᵎᵎᵎ


A scream, Noctis’ scream! That was the last thing you heard, before you own painful wail. Watching with tears in your eyes, as your body slowly became crystal. You had lost Noctis’ to the kingdoms crystal, and yourself had complete your  l’Cie Focus.

Only to feel everything crash around you, your body hurt, but you were alive! How! Noctis was your Focus by the gods, how did you…You only realized what was happening as you glanced up, Noctis was holding you safely in his arms, yet he looked so much older.

“Y/n?” A call echoed around you, as you glanced around, Ignis, Gladiolus, Prompto, all of them! They were all safe, but so much older.

“What happened?” You inquired, as you sat up in Noctis’ embrace, noticing you were all at at campsite.

“That’s what we’d like to know.” Gladiolus replied. “After Noct was sucked into that crystal, you were turned into a crystal yourself.”

You froze, your job wasn’t done yet, moving your hair from the side of your neck, you showed a gem in the shape of a crown, hidden behind your ear, the l’Cie’s mark not just underneath. “I am a l’Cie, my Focus, my job is to lead the Final King to his throne.”

“I’m sorry what?” Prompto called, “What’s a La cry?”

You moved from Noctis’ arms, “A l’Cie is a person that had a need to fulfill, mine is to see Noctis to the throne.”

“Can’t you just ignore it?” Noctis asked, as you shook your head. “What happens after you fulfill this purpose?”

You looked up tears in your eyes, “I don’t know, it’s the gods plan, Noctis I had no idea that it would be you.”

Noctis, placed his forehead against your own staring you in the eye, “We’ll find out together.”

You couldn’t help but cry, you knew what would happen after the Final king was lead to his throne, yet you couldn’t bare to think about it again. All within your crystal cocoon, you dreamt of your adventures with Noctis, you just couldn’t bare to think of placing that burden on the man.


“Come to me!” Noctis called.

You tried to be brave as you watched the man you loved sit upon a throne that was rightfully his. You tried to stop the tears as you watched the astral appear before him, yet they came as you watched him be ran through.

You powered through your tears, you powered through your body slowly becoming crystal. Each footstep getting heavier as you ascended the stairs to be at Noctis’ side. You cursed whatever god lead you to this horrid ending, you cursed yourself for falling in love with this man, and having him fall in love with you in return.

Your body collapsed onto the throne, turning the man’s head to yourself, those blue eyes never to show you that bright light again. Cradling his face in your hands, you pulled him close to give him one more kiss, only to be denied that, as you were both engulfed in your crystal status, your lips barely ghosting across his.



“I don’t want this, I don’t want this, I don’t want this.” You muttered repeatedly, your heart hurt so bad as you scratched at your L’Cie brand on your wrist. You weren’t even certain of just how long that you’d be able to stay. Your focus was to help Prompto with Noctis. He was one of the choosen to set the King to his throne.

When Ardyn had forced Noctis into the crystal, and you didn’t turn into crystal, you had to admit you were happy, the gods couldn’t use you, but the grief all of you felt at missing such a key part of your group was too much to bare. Those ten years in the darkness, they were to come to an end, because Noctis was back.

Yet that also meant so was your time with Prompto.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Prompto asked, you had requested he meet you alone for just a few moment, prior to the start of the final battle.

You turned, embracing the man tightly, your face buried in his chest as you cried, “I love you so much Prompto.”


“Thank you for loving me, thank you for being with me, thank you for making me yours, and yours alone.” You cried, all your words coming out. “I…I didn’t want this, I want our lives to be long, and happy.”

Prompto’s arms embraced you tightly, “What’s wrong?”

You pulled back, fishing in the front of your shirt to pull out your crystal within the shape of a gun, “I, I’m a L’Cie?’

“You’re talking like you’re some kind of mystical creature.”

“Prompto, I won’t be able to join you on your final mission, I won’t even last the night.” You cried, as you forced the gold gun like stone into his hand. “Please, Prompto, live a happy life.”

Prompto gather you in his arms, as he held you close, “I don’t know what’s going on, but is there a way to stop this?”

You shook your head, “I don’t…no…” You cry not wanting to hold onto the hope that there was some way. “Please Prompto, please just hold me, until it stops.”

Prompto nodded, he had just gotten his best friend back, now to lose you too. The man cried, as he held you tightly to his chest, he cried as your body became stiff, and he cried as a wall of crystal formed between you two.



Gladiolus sat within his folding chair at the campsite, he was suppose to be happy, he was suppose to be more powerful, but he couldn’t stop this. He couldn’t stop this “Focus”, this curse that happened to you.

A note clinched tightly in his hand, your final words to him, all because he completed that trail.

My strong Gladiolus,

I had wish that I had told you this sooner, I will not be with you long. By the time you return I will be gone, my job, my focus done. I am a L’Cie, I explained it to Ignis, he’ll be able to fill you in.

Please don’t get mad, I know that you’re upset right now, yet I need you to be strong. Not for me, but for the boys, and for Noct, and Iris.

Oh Iris, tell her I’m sorry, I won’t be able to make it to her graduation. I know she’s going to grow up to be a wonderful woman, because she has a big brother like you.

Gladiolus, I love you so very much, and maybe if the gods see fit, maybe we can be together again. Maybe we can have that happy ending. You are so very strong My Shield, please protect your sister and your brothers. Please don’t ever think that I’m not dreaming of you, or that my heart could ever beat so strongly for anyone else.

I love you, Gladiolus Amicitia!

Gladiolus wasn’t sure of how many times he had read the last note you left him. Yet he knew that after he dealt with this Ardyn character he would find a way to bring you back.

“I promise, babe.”



“Ignis, my love.” You cooed, he was a little worse for the wear, but that was to be expected, you all had just finished the largest fight of your life for all of Eros.

Ignis turned his blind eyes to you, reaching out as he cupped your face. “How are you faring, my dear?”

You smiled softly, you had managed to divert the gods plans slightly, by making certain of Noctis survival, but still you would not be able to fix what followed. “I have, had better days. Are you hungry?”

“Y/N, you have been acting strange, since the end of the fight,” He stated. “Are you injured?”

You glanced at the horizon, seeing the sky turning to a soft purple, you didn’t have long, “Ignis it’s too much to explain at this point and our time is growing very short. My love, thank you for making me such a proud wife. I could not have wished for anything better.”

Ignis made to respond, only to stop as he felt you press your lips against his. The man wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight as you trembled in the kiss. Breaking the kiss Ignis removed his glasses, that single eye staring down at you.

“My heart, I do not know as to what circumstances are to pull us apart, but let it be known, I will fight gods for you.”

You couldn’t find your words as you looked to the man you called husband, everything he promised always came true. “I love you, my husband.”

Ignis pulled you into another kiss, “I love you, my wife, please understand that I will not be too long.”

“I will be waiting.” You smiled, stepping away.

Ignis hands reached out, his blind eye was only able to see movements and your silhouette was moving out of his vision. He instead felt your arms, as they slowly dragged down his, your fingertips ghosting over each other, before he felt nothing.

“I love you.” You cried, before becoming silent.

Ignis stepped forward, as his hand touched a large piece of crystal, he felt he could almost make out your body within the center, resting his forehead against the crystal, Ignis allowed himself to weep as the sun rose over Eros for the first time in 10 years.

“I love you too.”