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“Sunlit Intensity” - Digital Oil Painting

A simple portrait today, but I love how it turned out. He looks gilded from the sun! And those pink lips! 

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I miss you too, darling. -Tom Holland-

The sun peered through the curtains that are gently flowing as the wind softly gusts into the room. Her lone room in her stuffy apartment was surprisingly clean, of course things were scattered around, but it was a neat scatter. Her name is Aspen, Aspen King. She had deep mahogany hair, although, her natural hair was a golden blonde, her eyes are a piercing mixture of blue and green. She was a beautiful girl, breathtaking really. Her eyes peered open due to the now sunlit room, her mahogany hair all over the place, mascara smeared under her eyes, and a tight fitting dress squeezing her hour glass figure. Aspen wasn’t a skinny girl with all the right body parts, she was medium, a curvy, fit girl. But she was no twig, although, she did have confidence in her thicker body.

She let out a groan, seeing as to she had a minor hangover, but what else would happen when you spend your twenty-first birthday out all night, drinking, dancing, doing what ever the hell you want. Aspen slowly slipped out of her bed, deciding it was time to take off the dress that clung to her. She put on a white crop top and slid on some grey pajama shorts and tied the small strings in a little white bow. A smile rose to her face as she picks up her phone scrolling through her notifications, seeing that her boyfriend, Tom, had blown her phone up. Tom was currently back in England to see his family, he was thoroughly upset to miss your birthday.

Tommy: Hey love, I know you’re probably passed out at the moment but I just wanted to tell you that I love you and I hope you had an amazing night with your friends and that I can’t wait to see you in 2 days!

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Gone.

Do you ever just like to torture yourself thinking about Bellamy? I do.

Every time the gate jerks open, Bellamy thinks of her.

A lot has changed in two months since… since Mount Weather. Arkadia doesn’t flourish, but it grows all the same. It doesn’t happen all at once, but his friends slowly begin to recover from the nightmare of bunker passageways and cold cages, handcuffs and drills. Miller snarks at him, Monty cracks a smile, Harper doesn’t flinch when someone comes up behind her unexpectedly. Not everything is perfect, but for the most part they’re healing, they’re coping.

But every time the gate jerks open, Bellamy thinks of her.

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(Requested by Anon) I took liberties with the appearance of the reader in this one. Blonde hair, pale skin. Sorry I was thinking of an illustration in a particularly wonderful book I had as a child. If this appearance mentioned is going to bother you then please don’t read on.
(NEITHER GIF BELONGS TO US)

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Nine Days of Christmas [NurseyDex] - Day Two: Ice Skating

day one | day two | day three | day four | day five | day six | day seven | day eight | day nine |

The Samwell hockey teams host an event every year when the Pond freezes solid; the local kids get to strap on some skates and join the players on the ice for an hour or so. Dex kind of loves watching all the little kiddos stumble about, looking for some sort of purchase on the slick surface. He’s got a gentle glide going on next to Bitty as they shepherd a group of kids across the ice, taking care to not run into anyone.

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But a few hours later, all of them standing around the cairn, attending a funeral for a stranger…he had looked across the wheelbarrow full of field rock, and he thought that perhaps the end of all things had finally arrived. The ground shifted forward beneath his feet. She was standing there, just several simple strides away from him and his entire body flushed hot wet with a thin sheen of sweat, heart slamming against his ribcage, a sudden wild pain that had him turning slightly and pressing the heel of his hand into his breastbone. He glanced quickly around the circle of faces and no one else had seemed to feel the world shudder to a stop and re-start itself. It had only been him. Or so he thought for a long confusing moment. He looked back across the space that separated them and she was staring at him, in her soft way, all big blue eyes and sunlit hair, her head cocked the slightest bit as though taking his measure. And the confusion translated by her features looked more akin to mysterious than the bafflement that he was feeling. He realized, as their gazes locked for what could have only been seconds, that whatever body blow he had just taken, the impact had come from the fact that she was standing alive in the same world that he was occupying. As though the world itself had broken the hourglass of the sea and the shore and time was no more.
—  Daryl Dixon, the first time he looked at Beth Greene
(from Zagzagael’s ‘Will You Miss Me When I Burn and Will You Eye Me With a Longing’)
don’t tell me you love me

words: 560
prompt: “Don’t tell me you love me.”
requested by: the bae @m-arichat


“Don’t tell me you love me.”

“Why not?”

He sees her through tainted view. Through rose-tinted sunglasses - no, a mask, in fact, but it might as well be. The mask hides her away. It changes her in ways even she can’t understand. But she knows that it isn’t really her that he loves… not the other side of her, anyway. Not Marinette. All because he gazes at her through those rose-tinted sunglasses.

“Don’t tell me you love me.”

Not because she doesn’t love him back, and not because she wishes he didn’t feel that way. No, it’s because she’s seen the way he interacts with other girls. She remembers clearly the way he easily slipped his arm around her waist and called her ‘Princess’ when he met her as Marinette. And the way he effortlessly flirted with Lila when she had been akumatized. The very thought sends shivers down her spine and makes her teeth grit together in jealousy.

Of course, she never sees the other side. She never sees the way Chat acts when she’s not there; she never sees his naivity and the way he’s unsure about how to handle people when she isn’t by his side to support him; she never sees the way he lies awake at night, unable to prevent his thoughts of her from pecking insufferably at his mind.

Since she never sees it, it hardly even creeps into her thoughts.

“Don’t tell me you love me.”

Because of the boy with the soft sunlit hair and the eyes the colour of forests: the subtle green of deep, clear ponds, and the emerald of tree leaves, or of moss on rocks; the essence of spring. The boy who feels like the calm after a storm but also like the rainshower after a heatwave. The boy who makes Marinette’s heart leap and sink almost as if it’s a ship tossed upon a relentless ocean. She can’t stand it when she dips towards the water, but when she’s swept up on a wave again, adrenaline rushes through her and her heart burns with a flaming desire. The desire to feel the same way forever.

And because sometimes, Chat makes her feel that same way. After moments like those, the seas always come to a standstill.

“Don’t tell me you love me.”

It’s because of the fear. The constant knowledge that one day, he could be gone. Because one day he could leave her and she would never know why. Because if Hawk Moth were to know that they have feelings for each other, he could utilise it as his greatest weapon, and there would be no escape. No escape, at least, other than heartbreak, or distance, or worse… or even all three.

Not only that, but the fear for his safety in every battle; how overwhelming she finds it during every fight, and how difficult it’s becoming not to make stupid and irrational decisions for him at every turn. The way she gets distracted by watching him in every attack, and how she sometimes notices him staring back.

They risk their lives enough. There’s no reason for everything to be more dangerous. Or at least, that’s what she tells herself. That’s what she wants to tell him.

“Don’t tell me you love me.”

“Why not?”

“Because…
because I don’t want to have to let you down.”

Star Cycle

Chapter 1: Supernova

Chapters: 1 // 2 // 

Summary: Stars are formed by clouds of gas and dust, and are bestowed with enough energy to shine brightly and give life for many generations. But when its life ends, everything it lives for must also die. But that doesn’t mean love has to die as well….at least, that’s all according to the really trippy dreams Saitama has been having. And it’s giving him a headache.

Author notes: @cinensis and @stickydoona‘s Eclipse AU is the entirety of my inspiration for this fic because it is just too perfect for me to not write something for it. And it has a bit of a bit of a soul-bonding type twist. If yo can call it a twist. Idk I’m just absolute trash for this AU and I started a new fic instead of working to finish the three other fics I have going. It’s fine. 

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Alpha

So the first time I read something someone wrote about the 1sentence prompts, I was unsure. It seemed a bit hokey, syrupy sweet and even kind of lazy. Instead, the writer completely floored me. Basically what it is- They are one word prompts, and you write a sentence for each one.

What I read was profoundly beautiful, bittersweet, and perfectly captured the all-encompassing love that was my very first ship, a movie I loved as a kid. I’m a bit nervous about this, and can only hope I do a fraction of the tremendous job the other writer did. Be warned, I already have an obsessive love of the semi-colon and will use it liberally, as well as other punctuation marks. PLEASE tell me your thoughts and if I should continue with the next 50 theme set words.

This set is called Alpha.

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☆See no Evil: Muse is Blind

Max had been busy training in the center park like usual when the magic hit him, one minute he was fine, the next he was blind. He stops what he was doing, a scared look on his face as he desprately tries to rub his eyes to get his sight back.☆

Rei hummed happily as he skipped through a park, having just caused a group of mean girls to run off crying after he’d smashed ones cellphone to bits. His skipping ceased as he saw sunlit, blonde hair out of the corner of his eye.

He grins and stalks over to his old teammate, placing sharp nails at the boy’s throat from behind.

“Hello~!” He purred in greeting.