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Words Unsaid - Chapter 1 - bereniceofdale - Beauty and the Beast (2017) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Pairing: Gaston/LeFou
Rated: General Audiences
Word Count: 1991 (so far)

It was funny, and a little sad, how confused LeFou’s feelings were. He was mad, and he wanted to be. He wanted Gaston to understand the errors of his ways. But a part of him also wanted to forget and pretend nothing had happened—to go back to spending days in the forest, dancing on the tavern’s tables, and watching Gaston get drunk until the early hours of the morning.

anonymous asked:

how would the girls kiss their crush for the first time?? I love your blog so mUCH YOU havE nO iDEa

oops i only did cindy and luna im sorry

Luna is always smiling. You might have thought it was because of her position- the people needed to see their Oracle as a beacon of hope. And you weren’t wrong, but around you she never dropped her smile. It could be storming outside, thunder and lightning rattling the building and she’d still look at you with that beautiful grin of hers. 

You couldn’t help but stare at her as you both sat in the gardens, Umbra and Pryna beside you. Her lips were turned up as she read her book, sunlight bouncing off of her hair and giving her the illusion of glowing. She could glow without the sun. 

“Luna-” You stopped yourself for a moment, watching as she lifted her gaze to you. “You…You’re always so happy. This situation with the covenant- with what it’s doing to you really couldn’t be worse but you’re still smiling.” 

Her smile only seemed to grow at your words, her hand coming out to cup your cheek. Her skin was smooth but if felt like her touch sent shocks through your body.

“I have you by my side, what more could I be joyful for?” Your eyes met hers. That gentle, loving look she always gave staring back at you. Your teeth worried your bottom lip for a moment before you shoved any anxieties to the back of your brain.

It was almost as though she met you halfway to your kiss. You hand rested on hers that still cupped your face, reaching out to curl your fingers around the fabric of her dress at her waist. It’d be inappropriate to start making out with the Oracle, wouldn’t it? 

Though, it’s not like Luna seemed to mind as she slipped her tongue between your lips. 

Cindy snorts when she laughs. Well- she snorts when she’s tipsy and laughs. It’s adorable and you’re gazing at her with such adoration in your eyes that it would put Prompto to shame. There’s a fog over your brain from your own drink and you don’t quite retain any information she’s giving you about this one awful customer.

You watch the curve of her mouth. The way her top lip peaks evenly, giving her a cute cupids bow. How her teeth shine through every smile and watching her tongue flick out to wet her bottom lip. You can’t help but wonder what they would feel like against your own. They’re so smooth.

The tips of your fingers flirt with her own, twitching to touch her in some way. Taking a little leap of courage, you hook your pinky with hers. She doesn’t seem to mind, continuing with her story- something about not paying for a transmission? She easily allows you take her hand in yours and run your thumb along her knuckles.

Your eyes move from watching your hands back to her face. Those beautiful green eyes were fixed on you, slightly hazy with intoxication. Her cheeks had a tint of pink to them, giving her such a beautiful flushed look. You wanted her to look flushed for a very different reason. 

You didn’t give much warning- if any at all. Leaning forward from your seat, you caught her lips with your own, silencing her tangent on how fuel pumps work. She tasted like her drink- that sting of alcohol with a warmth behind it. You wanted more. Angling your body better, your hand reached up to cup the back of her neck to tilt her head. She complied, moving her lips against yours in a way that could only be described at absolutely sinful. Her free hand founds its rest on the inside of your thigh, gently squeezing the muscles as she teasingly slid her fingers north.

Tonight was going to be fun.


Hypothetical Handplates scenario in which Sans realizes he can teach himself Common.

(Ugh, tumblr is making them blurry for some reason so I guess full-view if you want the not-blurry version??)

Convoluted explanation incoming. Handplates is an Undertale fancomic by @zarla-s and if you like Papyrus and Sans, go read it, is good stuff. So I guess this is an AU fancomic of an AU fancomic? I dunno, the idea wouldn’t leave my brain until I did something with it. So. Zarla did a Christmas doodle where Gaster gave the boys a box of ginger cookies that had the word COOKIES on the side in big letters, and because my job gives me way too much time to think about random stuff, I realized something.

In Handplates, Gaster taught the bros to read and write Wingdings but deliberately did not teach them monster Common (ie: English) so they can’t read his nametag or anything. Thing is, Wingdings is a 1:1 substitution cipher for English. Every Wingdings symbol exactly equals an English letter; it’s not a different language, just a different set of pictures. As somebody who has taught herself a fair number of substitution ciphers, there are a few things you look for when you’re trying to translate a code and you don’t have a key in front of you. Most notably, single-letter words (in English they will usually be A or I) or double letters next to each other. Like the OO in “COOKIES”.

Sans is smart. Gaster has fed them junk food before and odds are good Sans knows how to spell “COOKIES”. The word is on the box in huge letters and Gaster just said it out loud, so it is fresh in Sans’ mind. That double-O is a huge tip-off. He would put it together that the word on the front of the box matches what’s inside. Once you figure out a few of the letters, it becomes steadily easier to decode the rest.

I feel like Gaster exposes the boys to enough Common (the nametag, food wrappers, computer monitors, the books Sans sits on) that Sans could pick it up with a proper starting point. Papyrus probably not, because he had a hard enough time with Wingdings, but Sans is eager for any opportunity to undermine Gaster and I’m sure he’d jump at the chance. In this comic he elects not to tell Papyrus, though. He doesn’t know Gaster has cameras in the cell (or even what a camera is) but he’s figured out that Gaster can spy on them somehow, and the last time Gaster caught them learning something he didn’t like, Papyrus got the ever-loving hell beat out of him. So Sans keeps quiet about it for now. And thus starts the long-standing tradition of keeping important secrets from his brother.

On the technical side, it took me a freakin’ week to sketch and outline this whole thing. Coloring and shading only took me like a day. In the meantime Zarla actually kinda addressed the cookie comic, but this was almost done by then so oh well. I’m finding my poses and proportions turn out a LOT better when I’m doodling skeletons, like what, drawing basic anatomy will make you better at anatomy, you don’t say?? A lot of this was a self-challenge to see if I could imitate Zarla’s art style, and I referenced previous Handplates comics a lot for the backgrounds and Sans’ face. Full disclosure: Gaster’s pose up there is basically copied from Zarla’s original comic because I was rushing through to get on to the actual meat of the story. He’s just here for setup. I had fun trying to figure out how to do his Lost Soul head though. Also, I hate Papyrus’ face from the front. Also also, it was tricky trying to convey “mentally translating an unknown alphabet into a known one” when pretty much everyone who sees this comic is already familiar with the “unknown” one and not the “known” one, but I think I pulled it off. 

TL;DR- I imitated somebody else’s style to do an AU of an AU; I am not Zarla; Zarla is the creator of Handplates and also Gaster’s pose in the first panel; I like ciphers too much and also I gave the cookies icing because that is the only kind of ginger cookie I know.

(Oh dear)

:) next week’s promo makes me concerned that perhaps attempting to trick a genius like that isn’t too clever of an idea, Oswald.
Art blog: questionartbox


“The lies most difficult for a person to bear
…are the ones they tell themselves.” [Ch. 79]

Cuddles are the best remedy

Words: 691

Genre: Fluff (that’s all I know how to write apparently)

Warnings: Dan swears a bit, but what’s new

Description: Dan wakes up feeling unwell, and it’s way too early for him to deal with this

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//joshua + nightlife moodboard

//You throw your head back, letting your body move with the music. The speakers are obviously low quality, and the bass is turned up so much that your ribcage is vibrating with every beat. It’s exhilarating. You don’t know how long you’ve been dancing; maybe an hour, maybe four; it doesn’t matter. What matters is the music, moving along with your hips, and the gaze of the cat eyed boy sitting at the bar. He’s been staring at you for a while now, and you can feel the burn of his attention in the pit of your stomach. Your eyes meet, and he’s suddenly up and coming towards you. As soon as he reaches you, he leans into your ear and whispers “Do you want to get out of here?” You simply nod your head and let him take you away. Instead of bringing you to his car, or a shabby motel nearby, like you thought he would, the boy - Joshua - takes you on a stroll in the city. Your ears are still resonating from the club’s loud music, and your vision is blurry from the alcohol you’ve consumed. You pass dark alleys and shops with bright facades and everything seems to highlight Joshua and his feline gaze. You end up at the highest point of the city, very far away from where you started. You stare out at the city, bright and beautiful under the dark sky. You can barely see the stars, but the lights from the buildings are almost as beautiful as them. You look at Joshua, and he looks at you, and you realize that the night is even louder than any dingy and cramped club.

//request: - hi- could i request a night life/night busking aesthetic for joshua pls? tysm – Jisauce anon /)///(\

//admin cora//


.:Imagine having a baby with Kylo:.

Request for @acynicalcat:
“Could you write a Kylo Ren x reader, preferably daddy Kylo?”

GIFs aren’t mine

So here’s this. Um I really just wanted to do female reader this time. So yeah.
Tooth rotting fluff ahead :3

Requests are open


Kylo watched with pure adoration in his deep eyes, as you kissed your daughter’s belly lovingly, and smiled.

It felt so unreal to him to have you as a wife, and to have a child with you? It felt like a dream to him.

He heard as you whispered little things to your baby, causing her to smile and grab up onto your face. You grab her hands softly and kiss them.

Kylo got up from his seat and laid down beside you on the bed. You turned to him. “Hello.” You say in a silly voice.

He doesn’t reply, he just runs his hand up and down your back, slightly massaging. Picking up your daughter, you place her in his strong arms, making him hold her. He hadn’t yet. He was afraid to “harm her”. Yet you knew he could never do that.

You smile and yawn as you watch your husband and your child finally get to bond. You run your fingers through Kylo’s long, dark hair, and run your hand down the side of his face. He concentration never broke, he was so fixated on his daughter.

You smile and lean into him slightly. He sits up and leans his back in the head board. He opens one arm for you to settle yourself in. Once you do, he pulls you close, kisses your head, and you both revert your attention back to your daughter.

“She has your eyes.” You say barely above a whisper.

He shrugs. “She should have gotten yours. She does have your mouth.”

You agree. “That is true, and your hair. She’s going to have great hair.”

He chuckles softly. “That’s true.”

“I love you Y/N.”

“I know.”

˗ˏˋ 2016 reflections ˎˊ˗

alright kids, there’s still thirty minutes left in my 2016 year, so i decided to make up a little post to talk about all the good things that happened in my life in 2016 and everything i’m thankful for. it’s no secret that 2016 was one of the shittiest years in living memory, but on this new years eve, i’d like to look back next year and remember some of the good things.

this is a long ass post, so i’m putting the rest below the cut!

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