side swept bang

anonymous asked:

I absolutely hate her middle part. I miss her side swept hair 💔

I don’t hate it but yes I feel like side swept bangs are a MILLION times more flattering on pretty much everyone. So gorgeous on her! Tbh I think she is the ONLY person who can pull of middle part bangs.

The Labyrinth Chapter 29

Originally posted by baebsaes

Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU

Pairing: Reader/Jimin ft. all the members

Length: 5.8k

Summary: Looking back on your past, your life has never been anything out of the ordinary. Although your parents had left you on one mysterious night, leaving you little to no explanations, you live out the rest of your years residing in a new town under the custody of your aunt. That is, until you return to your hometown to investigate the whereabouts of your parents during your senior year in high school. It was that fateful decision that led you to find a boy collapsed on your front porch one night, wounds gaping and life fading when your entire life is spun out of control. Somehow being dragged into a life of crimes in the underground business of his, you discover the twisted secrets hidden behind the world you thought you had known all along. 

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🍂dyes hair when mood changes
🍂 drinks more coffee than water
🍂 has mean resting face but is a huge softy
🍂 best friends with beau

🍂 shearling boots w/ kiki lala socks
🍂 large circle glasses 
🍂 simple comfort dress by @bramblescrossing
🍂 white headband ‘n bow with horns
🍂 side-swept bang with braid going around

Orphan one-shot series part 4

Dependence (Ignis):

A.N: I apologise in advance- seems I have a thing for an argumentative Iggy LOL *sweat drops*. Also, gonna cross-post this final instalment of the ‘Orphan’ one-shot series as my Week 4 contribution to the ISAS *Ignis Scientia Appreciation Society* weekly writing thingo on AO3 :D The prompt, for those who are interested: “Ignis has an intimate and/or emotional moment with someone/something.” These entries are typically much longer than what I post here on tumblr, and Iggy is my fave LOL, so his one-shot is gonna be a little more fleshed out than the rest hehe. Alrighty- here we go!

You cross your arms in front of your chest, frowning as you watch your boyfriend fumble around your shared bedroom for his travel pack. It’s been two years since Noctis has disappeared into the Crystal, and ever since, Ignis has been training himself to fight and fend for himself both out on the battle field and domestically. You can’t help but worry about him despite his amazing progress thus far- he can’t SEE anything. That’s one less sense he has compared to the rest of the people fighting daemons around the clock- and a very large proportion of those very able people never make it back from their assigned hunts to Hammerhead HQ. You were just worried that one day, Ignis would leave HQ and never, ever come back. It was this worry that made you speak your mind, not even thinking about how your prideful boyfriend would take your concern.

“Ignis, maybe you should sit this one out. Cor will understand,” you try to keep your tone diplomatic, but wince at the desperation that laces your voice. Ignis pauses in his movements for a short moment before he lets out a deep sigh and straightens his back. Hands on his hips, he slowly turns around so that he’s facing you- he’s not quite looking at your face though, and that only serves to strengthen your concerned feelings.

“I’ll be fine, dearest. This isn’t my first fight since I lost my vision-”

“Yeah, but you had Iris and Cor with you for all those fights! You’re LEADING a whole bunch of newbies this time…” you trail off suddenly, observing the way Ignis’ eyebrows furrow in clear annoyance.

“You don’t think I am capable of leading inexperienced men out on the battlefield, y/n? Have you forgotten that my expertise lies in battle strategy?” You can’t help but flinch slightly at the bite in Ignis’ tone. But your own temper is also flaring up. Does he not understand that he’s hurting you by putting himself in so much danger? Does he not understand that you’re only suggesting his withdrawal from the hunt out of love and deep concern for his wellbeing?

You don’t know why you said this, nor do you know how much this careless comment hurt Ignis’ pride. But you still said it, and everything went to hell from there.

“Your expertise USED to lie in battle strategy? How can you form a sound battle strategy when you can’t even look me directly in the eyes within the safe confines of our own bedroom Ignis?” As soon as those words left your lips, you seized up and gasped in shock. You immediately shake your head, hands waving off the comment in a hurry. But Ignis can’t see you. He presses his lips together and there’s a grim expression on his handsome face. His eyes are closed- they are always closed- but you know those forest green orbs are probably filled with a mixture of pain and betrayal. You want to say something to make your previous questions go away- you want to make this whole situation right.

Ignis turns his back to you, without a word, and it is then that you know you’ve completely messed everything up. You stand stock still and watch as Ignis grabs his travel pack, finally grasping the bag straps securely in his gloved fist, and pushes past you to leave your shared bedroom without a word. You try to say something, anything at all, but you can’t seem to summon your voice.

You whirl around on your heel and follow Ignis in charged silence as he manoeuvres his way around furniture before reaching the front door. Your face crumples in anguish as he wrenches the door open and shuts it loudly behind him- he doesn’t even say goodbye. Absolutely stunned, and frustrated with yourself, you crumple into a heap onto the floor behind your sofa and sob loudly into your sweaty palms.

You’ve messed up. You’ve messed up good.

For a few days after Ignis’ departure, you absolutely refuse to check your phone out of fear. It has rung almost fifteen times in the past three days- exactly five calls per day. You know its Ignis, but you are afraid to pick the calls. You don’t want to hear what he has to say, especially when you expect to listen to him break up with you in his clipped, accented voice.

On day five, you receive an unexpected call from the marshal. You pick up immediately, worry evident on your face. The marshal almost never personally calls you unless it has something to do with Ignis. Your breath hitches as you listen for the marshal’s voice.

“Y/n?” the older man’s baritone calls to you through the receiver. You take a deep breath, trying to compose yourself, before humming an affirmative. “Good. Ignis has been trying to contact you- he’s worried.” Your eyes brim with tears at Cor’s words, but you take another deep breath and remain quiet. You hear Cor sigh over the phone, and you can just imagine him shaking his head in disbelief. “Whatever it is- sort it out quick. He’s bringing a rather susceptible guest to stay with the both of you this evening and I would prefer if the two of you could be at least a little civil around the kid.”

Before you can ask any questions, Cor hangs up. Classic Cor.

You try to calm you racing heartbeat as you digest Cor’s words in your mind. Ignis was coming home. And he had a guest- someone younger than him perhaps? Why else would Cor call the mystery person a kid?

You shake the thoughts from your mind and immediately make a beeline for the kitchen. You haphazardly whip out some simple ingredients and get to work on dinner. You are planning on cooking one of Ignis’ favourite dishes- breaded anak cutlet with Lucian tomato. You find yourself sweating while you cook, not because of the heat, but because of your nerves. You also make a fluffy chiffon cake for dessert- not nearly as good as what Ignis can come up with- and toss a simple garden salad to add nutritional value to the meal.

Soon, it is evening and you have everything set out on the dining table. You wait nervously, seated on one of the dining table chairs, and keep your eyes firmly set on the front door. After about twenty minutes of restless waiting, the tell-tale click of the front door unlocking has you bolting upright and onto your feet. You bump into some furniture as you make your way forward in haste, gasping loudly when you manage to trip over the rug and stumble rather loudly to the ground.

At that moment, the door is wrenched open and you gaze upwards from the floor to meet the eyes of a rather small, frightened boy, and your boyfriend… though at this point you’re not quite sure what he is to you now… not after the terrible parting you’d had with him almost a week ago.

“There’s a lady on the ground…” the small boy whimpers, burying his face into Ignis’ leg. You wince as Ignis’ face is immediately directed to the floor out of habit more than anything else.

“Darling? Are you alright?” You’re not quite sure why these questions weigh so heavy on your chest. You take a deep breath and will yourself not to cry in front of the scared little boy. Instead you slowly lift yourself from the wooden floors of your shared apartment and brush your pants off with what little energy you could muster. The little boy is looking at you now, his dark obsidian orbs glazed over in apprehension. You pull your lips into what you hope is a kind smile and shake your head.

“Silly me- I didn’t see the carpet’s edge on my way to the door, and I tripped! I’m okay though, really!” you chirp, earning a timid smile from the brunette clutching onto Ignis’ leg. Your smile grows wider and you afford yourself a brief glance at Ignis. He’s got a bemused look on his face, but he lets out a relieved sigh.

“Good to hear. And an easy oversight. I’m just glad you’re not hurt, my love.” You flush slightly at his words- not at the endearment (well, a little at the endearment) - but at his allusion to your lack of visuo-spatial attention. An awkward silence washes over the room and you quickly clap your hands, accidentally startling the little boy. You wince at your own idiocy and kneel down, reaching a hand out to the boy.

“Ah, I’m so sorry sweetie. What’s your name?” you ask, your voice soft and gentle. The little boy bares his gaze down into your eyes, and you fall in love with his sleepy look. The boy looks so tired. It would be straight to bed after dinner for the little one…

“Agni,” the boy murmured, making brief eye contact before pressing his face, once again, against Ignis’ leg. You frown slightly, deep in thought. It was odd that the boy’s name was fire-themed… much like Ignis’. You observe the boy for a few moments, and a realisation quickly dawns upon you. The boy’s straight, light brown hair fell across his forehead in side-swept bangs, and there was a certain intelligent flare to the kid despite his timid nature. You gasp softly and stand, offering the boy a shaky smile and gesturing at the set dining table. You push your thoughts aside momentarily and reach forward to lightly brush the boy’s cheek with the back of your hand.

“Well, Agni, you may call me-”

“Mummy.” Ignis finishes for you, drowing out your name. Your eyes widen and you shoot a shocked look at Ignis, though he cannot see it.

“Ignis, what-” Ignis raises his hand, and you immediately silence yourself. You want to hear what this was all about. Was he joking? What was going on? Who was this kid? Was he Ignis’?

“Cor has signed off the papers approving my distant cousin’s son’s adoption into the Scientia family. Agni Scientia is our son from this day forth.” Ignis finished, his tone remaining steady. You gulp, taking the information in. Your gaze flitters towards Agni, and the boy offers an uncertain smile your way. He lets go of Ignis’ leg for the first time since stepping foot into his new home, and he takes small steps towards you before raising his arms, silently asking to be picked up.

You immediately coo out loud, overwhelmed by how adorable the boy is- no… he’s your SON now… both yours and Ignis’. You pick the boy up and set him on your hip, willing your tears down as you nuzzle the boy lovingly. “Hi Agni, I’m your new mummy. I made you dinner. Want to help me heat it up before tucking in?” you say softly. Agni huddles close to you, and an unexplainable warmth spreads through your chest at the gesture. He looks at you with so much trust in his eyes, you almost forget all of the depressive thoughts you have had in the past six days about the horrible argument you and Ignis had before his hunting trip.

Dinner is a quiet affair, with Agni and Ignis eating well and complimenting you for a job well done. Agni’s eyelids fall close while you’re dishing out dessert, so you gently pluck him from his seat and settle him onto the bed you share with Ignis. You didn’t want the poor boy sleeping by himself in an unfamiliar environment. You tuck him in without a fuss and press a gentle kiss to his forehead. You sigh at the way the adorable boy scrunches his nose at the contact before relaxing his face again. Pulling away, you don’t notice Ignis’ presence right behind you. You bump right into his broad chest and you can’t help the small gasp that escapes your lips. You turn your body immediately, so that you are facing the man you hurt so badly almost a week ago.

“Oh my… Ignis, I didn’t see you there!” You blurt. Ignis’ lips pull upwards into a wry smile.

“Ironic, that.” You deflate at his quip. Twiddling your thumbs, you feel your heart race in your chest as your ruminative depression from the past week finally surfaces. You look down at your feet and feel the first of your tears slide down your nose. And then the sniffling starts.

You immediately feel Ignis’ warm hands on your shaking shoulders and you’re pulled into his warm embrace. You begin to sob not-so-quietly, and Ignis perfectly leads you out of the room, not even bumping into the bed side drawer you ALWAYS seem to nick on your way out. This little observation makes you sob even harder against his chest.

“I’m s-so s-sorry! I d-didn’t mean to… hurt y-you. I shouldn’t have… said what I said! Even w-without your eyeballs, you’re still more co-ordinated and capable of living life than I could ever hope to be!” you gasp into Ignis’ chest. Ignis just pulls you in tighter and chuckles.

“You’re ever so eloquent with your words, sweetheart. I really adore that about you.” You feel Ignis press his lips against your forehead, and this sweet act elicits even more tears from your reddening eyes.

“You’re so good t-to me,” you continue to wail, “and I’m so sh-shit! You gave me a son. You gave me a FAMILY! After I let you go off without even a kiss g-goodbye! What if something-” Ignis pushes you backwards slightly before placing a soft, sweet kiss on your lips, despite the tears that has moistened them.

“Nothing happened. Nothing will happen- I promise you this. You are the mother of this child, and I am his father. I fully intend to stay by your side until we are old and grey, so that we may watch him grow into a splendid young man.” You can’t say anything. The man holding you is too good- too pure. You opt for leaning against his chest once again, your sobs abating.

“Iggy… thank you. I love you.” Ignis’ arms press you closer and he buries his nose into your hair. You hear his watery voice in your ear, and you know that he’s feeling just as overwhelmed as you are.

After all, you’re both each other’s firsts. And you’re both been through hell. It was only natural to feel overwhelmed by both new obstacles and blessings.

“And I love you. Please forgive me.” Ignis shakily sighs into your hair.

You press yourself closer to your boyfriend and you feel safe.

“There’s nothing to forgive… just… please, stay alive. Stay with me. I need you.”

Collision Course (Meeting Murdoc)

How exactly did the two meet? Here’s a short story for you all:

Murdoc sat outside on the stoop, preparing to greet the new collaborator they had hired. 2D swore up and down that their sound would be perfect for their new album, and absolutely to Murdoc’s chagrin went ahead and hired them.
Without consulting him at all.

Of course he has gotten an earful for it, and a swift smack to the back of the head. Apparently he had spoken to Russel and Noodle about it, but left him out the loop intentionally. Something about him not listening? Absolute rubbish. He tapped his boots against the cement impatiently, puffing on his third cigarette within the last five minutes. He wanted to see this singer himself. Who did they think they were? Coming in and recording without his permission…

His brooding was interrupted by the squealing sound of tires.

A busted up white truck, adorned in graffiti and full of what appeared to be a bunch of darkly street - dressed young men; hurled down the road. Murdoc folded his arms. This must be them.Laughter could be heard coming from the truck, and Murdoc’s body went rigid.

Oh great. a bunch of giggling hyenas. He rolled his eyes as they locked on to the opening car door, which squeaked a bit from the rusty hinges. His expression twisted to one of surprise and confusion however, when the figure hopped out onto the asphalt.

She was young, in her twenties, most likely. Exceptionally short, roughly 5'3 or so from what he could observe. She had extremely pale skin, and a large tattoo of what appeared to be a black serpentine dragon trailing up her left forearm, which disappeared under the rolled up sleeves of a dark grey hoodie. Her hair was colorful and asymmetrical.

Long, trailing violet side swept bangs gave way to a very spiky pixie cut in the back, dyed black. Her eyes, two large blue-green orbs stared him down as she made her way over to him; pep in her walk.

Murdoc felt his lip twitch in annoyance.

Great. He thought to himself. Some punker chick thinks she can come in here and muck abou-

“Hey there! I’m Vixen! You must be Murdoc!” Her voice was full of excitement. She extended a hand out. Murdoc’s bitterness faded a small bit as he took her hand and shook it, quickly retracting his hands back into his pockets.

“Thas’ right, leader of Gorillaz. Bassist.” He made sure his announcement was clear and concise. He didn’t want her getting any idea other than he was in charge.

She snickered and a huge grin spread across her face; a small, sharp, upper canine tooth spilling over her bottom lip.

“Neat! 2D called me, asked if I could record some backing vocals over a bass line you’d written? Could I have a look?” She shifted her weight to one leg, cocking out her large hips. Murdoc raised an eyebrow underneath the oily black fringe flopped against his forehead.

What an odd one for sure. He mused. His eyes swept over her figure. She was curvy, excitable, clearly passionate about the project already. Lovely little waist line. Great skin, too…

“Whadjya say your name was again there, love?”

“Vixen.” She replied shortly. Her words hummed with energy.

“Vixen.” He repeated, mulling the name around in his mouth like a flavor. “Cheeky stage name.”

Vixen shrugged and let her hands slip into her jacket pockets.

“No need for a stage name, really. ’S just my name.”

He paused thoughtfully for a moment, debating whether she was lying or not.

“Come on then, lil’ fox. Lemme show you ‘round the place.”


Little White Lies - Part 2

Chapter Two

Click here for chapter one

Nico’s head was spinning, his stomach churning, a fact which must have shown on his face considering the apologetic look that crossed Jason’s features as he shrugged.

“Sorry, Nico. It’s just, almost everyone agrees it should be you.”

“But… why?” Nico had felt bad enough a few nights before when he not only suggested such a crime but actually agreed to help it along. But he hadn’t allowed himself to put much thought to it the past few days, and he somehow let himself believe that he might just be able to sleep at night, to look at himself in the mirror knowing he didn’t do anything. He should have known it was a childish way to think after what he’d already done.

Jason sighed. “Look, I know you’re new and it’s a bit overwhelming… but your age is the closest to the Prince’s out of all of us. We all agreed that would help you gain some trust and uncover some useful information.

Nico shook his head. To think that that morning had started out like any other. Nico allowed himself to fall silent as he walked through his morning again, trying to figure out how he had ended up in this situation; what he was doing standing there right then.

Nico groaned and shifted under his thin covers as the alarm clock blared obstreperously, relentless. No matter his efforts to block the sound with his pillow or attempting to burrow under his covers to hibernate for the approaching cold weather, the obnoxious sound still leaked through. 

Groaning in annoyance once again, he gave in and dragged himself out of his bed and across the room, smacking the button, and the alarm quieted abruptly. He sighed quietly and let his arms go limp, wishing he could flop back into bed - but knowing he would fall asleep again if he did - and flicked on the light. After getting dressed and splashing his face with cold water in an attempt to wake up, he shuffled down the stairs and into the kitchen.

He glanced fleetingly at his little sister sitting at the table, staring mutely in front of her with vacant and slightly puffy-looking eyes, taking minuscule bites out of her bagel and chewing carefully. Hazel hadn’t been looking so hot for the past couple mornings after she was told about Nico’s decision. Whereas normally she would be awake and punctual in the mornings, recently, she didn’t bother getting dressed until twenty minutes before she had to leave, and left her hair up in the messy ponytail she slept in.

Hazel didn’t even look up at Nico as he entered, but he knew that she was aware of his presence. It didn’t take a genius to perceive that she was still upset. Not saying anything, Nico moved around the kitchen and made himself a small breakfast. Hazel cleared her throat.

“I’m not going to say that you should reconsider,” she started, her voice quiet and hoarse from lack of use - she hadn’t spoken barely anything to Nico in over 48 hours, “because I know you’re not going to listen to reason. And I know arguing will only make you more adamant about doing it. So if you’re so set on this,” she paused and met his eyes, “I really hope you know what you’re doing.” 

Nico shook his head to rid himself of her tired voice. It had been following him all day, which was most likely her intention in saying what she did in the first place. Nico sighed and rubbed at a knot in his neck.

“So… what do I have to do?”

Jason cracked a small, seemingly proud smile, then draped his arm around Nico’s shoulders as he maneuvered him move through the abandoned dance academy. They pushed through the double doors into the studio, and Nico averted his eyes from his reflection in the mirrors on the opposite wall.

Lifting his eyes again, he noticed two more members of their gang standing in the center of the room, the girl from the meeting on Thursday - Clarisse - and another girl with dark hair and clothes, arms crossed. Clarisse had her brown hair pulled back into a low ponytail, the shorter locks of her hair - near the front - held back with the same blood-red bandana she had on at the meeting. Her dark-colored shirt was cut off at the sleeves and shortened so it barely came to the hem of her camo pants. She regarded Nico with hostility as he and Jason entered the room and faced them.

Jason clapped a hand on Nico’s back. “Alrighty. So, meet your tutors.” He told him, gesturing to the other two. “Myself included, of course.”

Nico raised a brow. “Tutors?”

“Well, you wouldn’t want us sending you into the castle blind, now would you? You have no idea how to go about… well, any part of this assignment, but that’s why we’re here - to teach you.”

As if on cue - like they actually practiced this, the three of them shared knowing glances. Nico’s brows furrowed as he regarded them, trying to decipher their silent language. Something about those looks made Nico feel like he should be worried.

“Why am I doing this, again?” Nico grumbled under his breath as he readjusted the book balanced on his head. “I feel ridiculous.”

“You look ridiculous,” Jason assured him, laughing. “But, most people in the palace do, so you’ll fit right in.” Nico groaned as the book slid off his head for the fourth time and landed on the wooden floor with a loud bang.

“Okay seriously, Grace. Why do I have to do this?”

“Oh, you don’t,” the boy replied nonchalantly as he pushed himself off the wall and stood in front of Nico, barely able to contain his amused smile. Nico’s eyebrows came together.

“Then why did you tell me to do it?”

“Honestly, I just wanted to see if you actually would.” Jason burst into laughter as Nico growled in annoyance and punched his arm. Hard. 

A loud and screeching clang echoed through the room as the swords came together once again. “You’re off balance,” Clarisse grumbled under her breath as she attacked again, Nico blocking her strike and trying to keep from stumbling under her strength. “Keep your body centered, knees bent and shoulder-width apart.” She parried Nico’s weapon and brought her own down on his shoulder. Nico didn’t have time to bring his sword back up from his previous attack to block the odd angle, and the metal clawed angrily at his sleeve.

Panting and feeling a small trickle of warm blood start to slip down his right shoulder, Nico paused and took a step back, staying on alert. He had learned not to let his guard down - even when Clarisse called for a break. He had been warned that she liked to strike when and where her opponent least expected it. 

Clarisse relaxed and straightened, scowling. “Alright, maybe that sword isn’t the right size. Hold on.” She turned and walked over to the assortment of weapons of all shapes and sizes that she had leaning against the wall. Nico had been afraid to ask where he had gotten so many, and what use she could possibly have for them. After picking one out, Clarisse waited a moment while Nico set his current sword aside and she tossed him the new one. This one was slightly longer but made of a lighter metal, sharpened razor-thin at the point. He spun it in his hands a few times to get a feel for the new weight and adjusted his grip.

Bringing his hands into a ready position, he nodded and Clarisse attacked yet again, while Nico was on defense. She had explained before they started that he needed to be comfortable protecting himself in case his cover was blown. But he also needed to work on offense if he was going to best the castle guards. She had shown him a few go-to attacks and blocks, along with useful evasive maneuvers. But there wasn’t much need for more instruction as Nico caught on quickly.

They had mostly just been going one-on-one for the past hour, Nico staying silent and focused on moving his hands and feet, trying to ignore the pain in his arms as Clarisse barked orders at him, critiqued his stance and other things of the sort. Once Clarisse had accepted his comfort with a full-length sword, she tossed him a dagger.

Nico looked at her quizzically. “Uh, why?” He asked, not feeling it necessary to elaborate.

“You can’t waltz into the palace with a sword on your hip, now can you? That thing will be easier to hide, but you have to be quick with it. Now - don’t let me kill you.” And with that, she lunged forward and they started again from square one.

His last tutor was another girl, who introduced herself as Thalia Grace - Jason’s sister, apparently. At the mention of this, Nico sent Jason a bewildered glance, which turned into a glare. How had he not known Jason had a sister? He would have to yell at him for never passing on such information later. 

Her clothes were just as dark as Nico’s, a small fact that he wasn’t sure why he’d taken such immediate notice of. Her raven hair was a few inches short of her shoulders, uneven and sticking out in places, almost as if she had tried to cut it herself. She had long, side-swept bangs which were dyed electric blue, and bright blue eyes.

When it was her turn to ‘teach’ Nico whatever she had planned, she simply stood a few feet in front of him, her arms crossed over her gray tank-top. Then she slowly circled him, her black leather jacket tied around her waist and brushing against her jeans with every step. Nico tensed. What the heck was happening?

“You got fast fingers?” She asked, out of nowhere.

“Uh… I don’t know?” Nico glanced at Jason and Clarisse, standing across the room and simply watching.

“Ever steal before?”

Nico glared at her. “What does this got to do with anything? What am I stealing from the palace?”

“Anything you need to,” Thalia replied. “You never know what could be of value to us. What the Prince is wearing on coronation day. A golden watch that the King never takes off. A freaking napkin he wiped his face with. Anything could prove useful, so you need to learn how to tell those things apart.” She circled around him once more before coming to stand in front of him again. “But, judging by how quickly you learned with Clarisse, maybe this won’t be a complete waste of time.”

For the next half hour or so, Thalia laid out random objects and Nico did his best to pick out the ones that seemed to fit the definition of ‘useful’ in each new scenario Thalia gave him. Then, once she was satisfied with his eye, she had him start figuring out ways to get them. He once had to figure out how to climb a bare wall of the studio to get a piece of paper caught in the air vent near the ceiling. 

Next, once Thalia explained that the best way to pickpocket was to distract the victim, Nico had to practice walk by’s and swipe her phone, her wallet, a paper, from Thalia’s back pocket. She would then gauge how well he did; if she thought she would notice had she been an oblivious bystander, and had him do it again.

After a few hours, Nico was feeling slightly confident in his newly learned skill of pickpocketing. But Thalia still had ideas. The rest of the gang slowly started filing in through the doors, then stood around the room, striking up conversations among one another like everything was normal.

“Alright,” Thalia said, catching Nico’s attention again. “Someone in this room has something valuable. Your mission - should you choose to accept it - is to find it, and take it without them or anyone else noticing. Try not to get caught, because I gave full permission for these guys to practice some self-defense.”

Nico glared at her. “Was that really necessary?”

She nodded. “Of course. Now go.”

Unfortunately, it did not turn out as well as Nico had hoped. He looked too sketchy as he weaved through the crowd, glancing around obviously at people’s pockets and bags. When he finally decided to try to take something - which wasn’t even the right item - he had been caught and punched in the jaw. He glared at the guy standing over him, who shrugged and smiled apologetically before telling him he’d have to be more careful in the palace.

Nico went home that day exhausted and frustrated. He was fine with all the other things he needed to know. Jason’s job was supposed to be teaching him manners, but he had only taken the job because he knew he wouldn’t have needed to do anything. Nico was very courteous when he wanted to be. And after three hours of practicing, Nico had become very good at maneuvering his knife. The only thing he didn’t snag right way was thievery when it wasn’t the occasional ingredient from supermarkets.

He pushed through his front door, his arms sore and his mind going blank, and looked up to see Hazel on the couch, watching TV with her homework on her lap. Frank, her friend from school, was on the couch next to her, an identical textbook balanced on his palm. When they heard the door close, Hazel muted the sound and set aside her geometry notebook. “Hey, Neeks.” She tentatively. Nico could tell by her tone of voice that she was still slightly mad, which only made her uncomfortable with him. 

Catching onto the tension in the room, Frank excused himself and promised Hazel they could study another time. Throwing Nico a small smile, he left and began his walk home.

Nico sighed and slumped down on the bar stool at the end of the island in the kitchen. Hazel came over and sat across from him, her eyes resting on the dagger in his hands.

“I’m guessing that’s for the mission,” She offered quietly, saying it more as a statement than a question. Nico nodded absentmindedly and began that finger game their dad had shown him, pressing his palm against the counter and spreading his fingers as far as they would go. He tapped the tip of the knife to the right of his left thumb, then in between the next two fingers, back to the first spot, and so on.

Hazel watched him for a few moments as Nico’s mind slowly began to reel. He knew why he had this knife, he knew what it was made for. He knew why it was so sharp, what it should do to someone’s skin. But for whatever reason, he couldn’t think of doing anything with it other than tapping it on the counter, narrowly missing his fingers as he tried to go faster, his anxiety building.

How was he supposed to do this? One day of simple training and he was exhausted, only one day closer to having to fulfill his task and he was already terrified, dread knotting his stomach.

Gently, Hazel reached out and caught the knife just before he drove it into his index finger. He let out a breath and let her take it from his hand. “Nico… I told you that I’m not okay with this… but it doesn’t seem like you are either.” She furrowed her brows. “Do you really want to do this? Out of spite? For revenge?”

Nico grit his teeth. “I want to do this for the money. I want to do this to keep us both alive.”

Suddenly, Hazel was on her feet, the knife clattering to the counter. “And what do you think is gonna happen if your cover is blown? If you end up… if they…” Her voice cracked. “What am I gonna do if I lose you, too? I can’t do this by myself, Nico.”

Nico sighed and got to his feet as well, moving across the island and bringing his sister into a tight hug. “You’re not losing me. I’ll make sure of it. I’m coming back; I’ll be fine.”


Nico nodded against the top of her head. “Promise.”

Jason honked the horn. “Will you hurry up?” He called from the driver’s seat. Nico sent an annoyed glare. He turned back to Hazel.

She wiped a stray tear from her face and sniffed. She opened her mouth, but closed it and threw herself onto him, squeezing his shoulders. “If you get yourself killed, I will bring you back and kill you again myself.” Nico chuckled and rubbed her back.

“I know.”

She let go and gave a weak smile. Nico turned to Percy and gave him a fist bump. “Be safe - wherever you’re going.” A twinge of guilt struck Nico. He still felt bad that Percy was kept in the dark, but they couldn’t risk anyone else knowing. Instead, Nico gave a small nod and a wave to the rest of the gang then clambered into the passenger seat of Jason’s car.


Nico glanced back out the window. He shook his head. “No.”

“Let’s go, then.”

Chapter Three

I love the original game, but they need to redo some of the outdated aspects of Aerith’s outfit in the Don Corneo mission.

Aerith’s isn’t that bade because it’s pretty average…. except for that giant bow in the back. I’m not too sure what’s going on with her hair but I’m guessing it’s a side-swept bang? Her earrings are just normal rubies… I think? Her shoes look a bit on the short side, I’m guessing they’re kitten heels (which conveys she’s not used to walking in heels, like how she wears wedges in CC) Anyway, it’s not THAT bad or 90s-looking, but I have been thinking about some ideas I would prefer and I like the simplicity of Aerith’s original outfit, but it’s a little too plain. 

My picks for when I’m trying to match the original:

But Aerith’s original dress is far less form fitting than either of these gowns

(except for the heels would match in shade)

And my headcanon dress

it’s elegant and sexy without being too sexy (the length is in character for aer, too), and the lace incorporates aerith’s flower-symbolism.

with these shoes

with these earrings

saya7  asked:

Hi dads! Can you pass this on to drawing sibling? I'm a 5' 2" girl with a heart shaped face. I have long red hair (think Ariel) with side swept bangs to the right and blue eyes (they actually change colors but they're blue most often). I'm part Irish and Scottish so super crazy pale. 😂 I also love peasant style clothes (tunics, leggings, boots). Love you all and hope you're all doing well!!! - Your writing and baking Slytherin daughter

I LIKE YOU YOU SOUND ADORABLE CHILD WHO IS DRAWING!!!!! LOOK AT THISSSSSS. and we are well and hope you are too!

anonymous asked:

okay but like, imagine hunter finding pictures of trans!nate before his transition and what he sees makes hunter think "damn, he was beautiful even before his transition" and in the photos he sees an adorable, smol, punk rock girl with shoulder length black hair with side swept bangs, adorable brown eyes, and sometimes pulling this really goofy face in some photos, hunter can't help but "d'awwww" at all the old photos of nate <3 -jiji

That’s sweet 😚

Sunday doodles

I’ve been playing with designing kids in Naruto. SO decided to do some for Digimon. I never really made OC’s for them. I never really had the drive before. tri. at first killed any feeling to make OC’s because apparently they aren’t close firends like I had always thought and Odaiba day is an after thought.. Pretty depressing really. But anyway! Here are some I thought of.. 

Top two are Meiko and Mimi’s kids. Son and Daughter. I have not named any of them. 

Bottom two are Myako’s and Ken’s kids. I had imagined their kids would have glasses because Miyako’s who family does and Ken’s brother wore them too. I would think their kids would be the same. 

Iori’s daughter is next. I didn’t like the fact she looked like her dad’s twin at that age. So I gave her side swept bangs. 

Yamato’s daughter. I gave her the big bangs like he did. Giving her a more gothic look. I can’t seem to envision Yamato with anyone. He will probably lose his wife young.

Style and Color: Eowyn in Ice Violet
Character and Series: Vaati, Legend of Zelda (Minish Cap/Four Swords)

Side swept the bangs over my right eyes and just given a cursory pre-con brushing. The hat is clipped in.

Cosplayer Credit: Reily (aka reinbowcat)
Photographer Credit: Taken by a family member.

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