thank you for fighting for my freedom

literally voltron ships without "shipping goggles"
  • Klance: we're rivals but teammates and we gotta deal
  • Shallura: I threw him to a spacepod because he's a paladin and the universe needs him more than they need me lol
  • Sheith: you're like a brother to me
  • Shidge: we both intensely care about Sam and Matt Holt
  • Shance: I carried him cuz he was injured af
  • Kidge: we're just both cryptid hoes and very gay for mothman
  • Hance: bffs for life why the fuck are we comic relief just why
  • Hidge: find us talking about science in the techhub/kitchen
  • Pidgance: we'll dive down the depths of a fountain to buy that game plus we are co-owners to a cow
  • Lancelot: idk who you are realy?????
  • Heith: I accept you for who you are but first we have to go through a giant alien's stomach
  • Shayllura: you saved my planet and I'm thankful for that
  • ShayHunk: you gave me hope and freedom and the will to fight for myself
  • Kallura: please comback you are important to voltron not judging you again promise (judges you 5 seconds later)
  • Pallura: we could be bffs but I sweat a lot
  • Shoran: I tried to spoon-feed you but you said no HOW DARE
  • Alforan: I respect you and look up to you as my king and hero
  • Corulla: you're like my dad
  • Keith/Rolo: I just happened to be chilling beside you
  • Shiro/Hunk: you're the dad friend and I'm the mom friend (but everyone keeps denying) I'm not into you though just really really into being the mom friend
  • Shulaz: you saved me twice but you died :(
  • Ulaz/Thace: we're both from the same team das all and we're both dead
  • Coran/Thace: we've never met but apparently you play a pivotal role in this operation oh no you died
  • Allura/that gay alien princess that'll help them tip the war: why doesn't she exist yet???????? just why :/ tell me when she exists already pls

Sketch commission for @sugardaddyerwinsmith, thank you! :)

Don’t let your man wait any longer, Erwin, you damn tease.

(Levi’s knuckle tattoos say Kenny. We came up with the headcanon that since Kenny taught Levi how to fight, his name is now the last thing people see before Levi punches them in the face. The “K” on his neck stands for Kuchel and the magnolia on his upper arm is for Isabel. He probably has tattoos for Farlan, Petra and co. too. Erwin has the wings of freedom tattooed on his throat.)

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The Kids From Yesterday

i decided to start on this tonight because i had an idea. so, here. the killjoy au, part one

mad gear is tyler

missile kid is josh


You lay on the dirt crusted mattress in the back of the van. That’s where this story starts, not in a battle to the death with the bad guy, not with the cuddling of a couple in a clean bed with satin sheets. You remember those days, when the world was almost better, and then BL/ind came to power. You are now stuck in the zones, fighting for your life. You have no time for romance, unfortunate for the two guys sitting in the front seat.

“Where d'ya think we are, Kid?” Mad Gear asks from the front. You can almost hear Missile Kid shrug, telling his best friend all he knew was you were near Zone 3.

“Maybe we can stop soon, stretch our legs,” you suggest, crawling from the mattress to a seat in the back.

“Yeah, I can do with that, we’ll have to find a station soon, too,” Kid says. You nod your head, looking over the wheel to see the fuel gauge was dangerously close to E.

“There seems to be something coming up,” you point out, feeling slightly giddy at the sight of a building in this wasteland. It’s a small diner with an adjoining fuel pump. Kid shares the same excitement as you do. Gear seems hesitant but you need to get something in the engine, or you’ll be overrun by Dracs and not have a get away car. Van. Whatever.

“Ok, kids, we’ll stop here,” Gear sighs, “but only for a few. Worst case, we’ll stay over night.”

“Thanks, Gear,” you say, placing a hand on his shoulder. He smiles at you through the mirror and your heart almost melts.

No time for romance. Too busy fighting for freedom. Too busy surviving.

Gear stops the car a few hundred feet away from the diner, to be safe. You volunteer to make a round, Kid insists on going instead.

“I wouldn’t forgive myself if you went in and got dusted by a drac,” he says. You give him a reassuring smile.

“Don’t worry, Kid,” you reassure, “I’ve got a gun. I’ve got a knife. And my last words will be ‘Bitch!’ So if you hear me scream that, drive away.” Gear laughed at your joke. He wasn’t the same after BL/ind took over. As you had come to understand, he and Kid were in a band before it all happened. He barely swore, and he wrote songs about fighting his mental battles, now all he did was swear like a sailor and didn’t want anyone to remind him that he was even in a band.

“That’s not funny, Gear,” Kid sighs. He tries to convince you to stay again but you’re already out of the door. You walk around the building, and see a front door. On first glance, you can tell that it has been subject to wear and tear. You knock on it, hoping no one was ‘home.’ No one answers it, but you remain cautious, drawing your gun and opening the door slowly. The diner was completely empty, but there were signs of life, empty cans of power pup on a single booth and a radio in the corner. You look around once more, deciding there was nothing to salvage, and leave the building. You run toward the van and slide open the door.

“It’s got signs of life, but they’re not here,” you say, “we can fill up and sit for a while. They’re probably ‘rebels’ like us.”

“That doesn’t mean we should wait for ‘em,” Gear protests.

“Maybe it’ll help having more people on our side, Gear,” Kid says. The conversation ends on that statement, Gear pulls up to the fuel pump and gets out, obviously to pump the gasoline into the vehicle.

“He’s impossible,” you mutter under your breath.

“He’s just trying to protect us,” Kid replies, “We’re all he has now.” You jump at the sound of a loud knock on the side of the van. You open the door, allowing Kid and yourself to jump out of the opening. You see a Trans AM, almost completely intact, pulling up fast. The car isn’t even stopped when a red head jumps out of the passengers seat.

“What do we have here?” He asks, his hazel eyes digging deep into your own. His yellow mask hid most of his features and you noticed every guy out of the car had one on as well.

“Well,” you start, knowing your sarcastic and ‘bitchy’ tone would get you farther than Gears kindness and Kids anxious babbling, “you have three rebels on your doorstep getting gas from the only pump in this zone.”

“Who said you can take what’s ours?” The shortest one calls.

“I was under the impression that rebels help each other out,” you say. The red head cocks his head, almost asking you to keep talking.

“Why is a pretty thing like you out here in the zones?” Asked the one in the helmet, the words “Good Luck” scrawled over the viser.

“What’s it to you?” You snap. Gear places a hand on your shoulder and Kid almost hides behind you.

The man in the large space helmet shakes his head, or was he nodding? Either way, he began to speak, his voice more reasonable, “guys, the Young Bloods were there for us when we needed them, we could at least help out. It’s only logical.”

That starts a ruckus between the men and after a moment of bickering back and forth, the red head tears off his mask.

“Fine! Fine! We’ll help them! Jesus fuckin’ christ,” he snaps. You can’t help but notice how beautiful he is, his hair framed his face and his hazel eyes bringing his whole look together, “well, I guess we should at least get inside and introduce ourselves. Ghoul, check out their van.”

No time for romance. Too busy fighting for freedom. Too busy surviving.


Painted Faces

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The Red Dress

Alexander x FEM!reader


Author: Lil Laddie

Words: 1935

Warnings: War, kinda cheesy

A/N: I know I don’t usually do gender specific readers, so I’m very sorry for that! This imagine is actually based off of how my grandparents met in World War II. I of course changed some things, but it’s very close to my heart. My grandpa would always tell us that he saw the prettiest woman he had ever seen in a red coat in New York Square and just had to meet her! He, like Alexander in this imagine, was about to be deployed to war. So, I hope you guys enjoy this imagine! Thanks for reading! Love ya!

“I’m just saying, this revolution will be worth it. Fighting for our freedom is not something we will regret.” Alexander told his friends as they strolled down the streets of New York.

“I could not agree any less, mon ami. I can’t wait to bring freedom to my own people!” Lafayette said, all his friends nodding.

“I can’t believe we’re finally going to fight tomorrow. We’re going to be one of Washington’s men.” John smiled at the thought.

“It’s going to be amazing! The four of us fighting for something, we have wanted for so long!” Hercules joined in, his broad grin unshakable.

“I can’t believe Alexander hasn’t gone into a full on rant yet.” John laughed, glancing at his friend beside him. He was not paying attention to a single word they said.

“Um, Alexander?” Lafayette asked, snapping his fingers in his face until he turned to look at them.

“Sorry, something just caught my eye…” He trailed off, looking back at the thing that had distracted him.

“What are you…OH! Looks like Alexander’s got his eye on a girl.” Hercules slapped Alexander’s back, laughing loudly enough to catch your attention.

Alexander felt his heart skip a beat at the sight of you. You certainly stood out among the sea of women and girls walking around the town. You were dressed in a beautiful red dress in the midst of browns, blues and greens. He had never seen someone as beautiful or as intriguing as you were. He caught your eye for just a second before you quickly dropped your gaze, hiding a very prominent blush.

“She’s beautiful…” Alexander looked completely starstruck, shocking his friends. They had never seen him so…Helpless!

“Go talk to her.” John encouraged, nudging him slightly forward.

“I can’t do that! I’m leaving for the war tomorrow, I can’t just do that to her.” Alexander protested, his eyes still not moving off of you.

“You know some women find it very romantic to be writing a man at war during courtship.” Hercules stated, the others humming in agreement.

“Look at her, you think she’d want something to do with someone like me? I have nothing! No money, no title, no land. She deserves more than that and besides, she probably has someone in her life.” Alexander sighed.

“What makes you think she cares about all that? Plus, I don’t see a ring on that finger! She’s fair game.” Lafayette attempted to rise his friend’s spirits.

“You see her dress? She’s in the midst of woman in simple dresses and she is wearing a red dress made of much nicer fabric. Hercules can even back me up on this!” Alexander exclaimed.

“He’s not wrong. Then again we don’t know for sure if she truly cares about these things. Besides, what happened to not throwing away your shot?” Hercules smiled, knowing that that would get his friend’s attention.

“You’re right. What do I do?” He asked, his eyes filling with determination.

“Talk to her right now. Do not let her leave before you talk to her. Maybe get her to go on a walk with you. Then, she’ll want to write you. You can court over letters during the war and after, possibly get married. That’s the plan. Can you do it?” Hercules explained quickly.

“Yes, sir.” Alexander turned and began to approach you, who walked slowly with another young woman. He caught sight of a handkerchief on the ground and thanked the stars for his luck. “Excuse me, miss. Did you drop this?” He asked, holding out the handkerchief towards you.

You quickly searched yourself before blushing. “I believe so. Thank you, mister…” You trailed off.

“Hamilton, Alexander Hamilton. And your name, miss?” Alexander asked, holding his hand out for you to take.

“(Y/N) (L/N), Mister Hamilton. Thank you again for returning this.” You blushed as he gently pressed his lips to your hand. The two of you were completely enchanted with each other, forgetting the person that stood right beside you.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mister Hamilton. I’m Angelica Schuyler.” Angelica interrupted the moment. You almost cursed her for it, until you saw a familiar smirk on her face. “I really must be going. I’m sorry that I can’t walk you home, (Y/N).”

“I could do it! It would not be right for you to have to walk by yourself, Miss (L/N).” Alexander immediately volunteered, Angelica’s smirk only widening.

“I believe that would be perfect. It was good to see you, (Y/N).” Angelica quickly hugged you before walking away quickly.

“Shall we?” Alexander asked, holding his arm out for you.

“We shall.” You gladly took his arm, guiding him towards the direction of your house. “Thank you for walking me, Mister Hamilton.”

“It’s a pleasure to do so, Miss (L/N). And please, call me Alexander.” He smiled at you.

“Then you must call me (Y/N).” You smiled back at him, you’re heart fluttering.

“Are you a supporter of the revolution, (Y/N)?” You almost didn’t hear the question he asked. Your focus being on how easily your name rolled off his tongue.

“Of course I am! My father is actually going off to war this next week.” You slightly shuddered at the thought of your father fighting in the war. It was for a cause you supported and knew to be good, but you didn’t understand why they couldn’t just talk it out instead of resorting to violence.

“What a coincidence. I am leaving to fight tomorrow.” Alexander said, you turned to look at him in shock.

“Tomorrow?” You asked, feeling the blood leave your face.

“Yes, tomorrow. Are you feeling well, (Y/N)? You just turned very pale.” Alexander stopped, studying your face with a concerned look.

“I’m fine, it’s just…” You looked away from him, blushing at what had upset you.

“It’s just what?” Alexander asked, the concern not leaving his face.

“This may sound childish, but we just met and I was hoping we could maybe…” You trailed off again, not daring to look at Alexander’s face. Too bad that meant you missed the smile that lit up his face.

“That we might court?” Alexander asked, his face bright and happy.

“Um, yes.” You looked at his smile and couldn’t help one to slowly grow on your face.

“I hoped for the same thing. I can write you during the war and when we get back we can truly court each other.” Alexander reassured you, the both of you turning to resume your walk with grins.

“I would enjoy that very much, Alexander.” You couldn’t hide the excitement in your voice.

“As would I, (Y/N).” He said.

The two of you continued the rest of your walk talking about your likes and dislikes. You were very disappointed when you reached your house. This would be the last time you would seem him until after the war. Even then, there was still a chance that he wouldn’t return from the war.

“You will get a letter from me as soon as it is possible for me to send one. I hope you will write me back.” Alexander grinned, taking your hand in his kissing it once again very lightly.

“I hope I can wait that long to hear from you. I barely know you, yet it feels like my heart is already yours.” You blushed, your hand tingling from his touch. You waved goodbye to him and walked up the stairs to your house, seeing your mother and father watching from the window.

“Who was that?” Your mother asked in excitement.

“An extraordinary man. He’s leaving for the war tomorrow and wants me to write him while he’s away.” You smiled at the thought.

“She’s got it bad.” Your father smirked at your dreamy expression.


Through the long years of the war, you wrote Alexander daily. It was hard for you to hear the horrors he faced at war, but still each letter made your day as it did for Alexander. Everyone in camp could tell when Alexander had read your letter of the day due to his love sick expression. General Washington had began to tease him about it after a couple months into the war, the rest of the camp quickly joining in.

You also got plenty of letters from your father, claiming that Alexander was just as amazing as you had said he was. He told you on multiple accounts of how Alexander had saved the army from its own destruction. Your father wanted you to marry Alexander as soon as the war was over. Alexander agreed with his idea immediately. He couldn’t wait to see your expression after the war, when he was planning to tell you.

Each day you had the same process of running to meet the mailman and tearing Alexander’s letter open as soon as it was in your hands. This was, until you heard the cheers of people saying you had won the war. America was free and that meant Alexander was finally coming home. When this news reached you and your mother, you both had the idea. The two of you rushed to get ready for their arrival.

“(Y/N), quick! Put something nice on before Alexander get’s here. He will surely ask for your hand.” Your mother grinned, ushering you up the stairs.

You looked through your wardrobe in a hurry, not knowing what to put on. That’s when it caught your eye. The red dress you had worn when you met Alexander. The dress that had luckily caught his eye and his interest.

You put it on, hearing a knock on the door downstairs. You could hear your mother answer the door, welcoming Alexander into your house. Taking one last glance in the mirror, you ran down the stairs. Sure it was unladylike, but you could not wait to see Alexander again.

“Alexander.” You gasped at the sight of him, tears springing to your eyes.

“(Y/N).” He grinned, looking at the beautiful red dress that had brought them this far. “I see you thought of me when you choose that dress.” He smirked, slowly raising his arms out for a hug.

You laughed, running to his embrace. He held you tightly, the two of you not noticing the tears you both had streaming down your faces. Neither did you notice your parents in the corner of the room, watching the two of you with smiles.

“When are you going to tell her that I agreed to let you marry her as soon as possible?” Your father called out.

You looked between the two men in shock before pulling Alexander’s face to yours. He melted into it, the two of you clinging to each other as if your lives depended on it. You pulled away, panting slightly. Luckily your parents had left during the kiss, but you still couldn’t shake your shock. You were going to marry Alexander Hamilton. After years of writing him in the war, you were finally going to marry him.

“I love you.” You looked up at him, never wanting to look away.

“I love you too.” He smiled at you, “And I promise I’m never going to leave your side again. Those years at war were too long. I never want to be that far apart again.”

“Agreed.” You nodded, pulling him in for another kiss.

The years of the war had been long and painful, but they were finally over. You could finally be with the man you had grown to love, in a nation that was finally free.

Devour Me (part 2)

Read part 1 here! :)

Summary:  After being imprisoned at a colony that used women for only their bodies, Scarlet battles through blood, fire, and pain to get her freedom back. And who better to give that back to her than the man who taught her how to fight in the first place? 

Chapter Summary: Scarlet finds herself in a new place with new people, having to recall old memories (a certain barbed wire baseball bat also makes an appearance)

Word Count: 4,410

Warnings: Suggestions of rape (please don’t read if that’s a trigger for you, I care about you all), language (duh)

Thank you to my comma queen @i-am-negan-trash​ for being my beta!!! I appreciate you!

The feedback from part 1 was so great! The love I have gotten so far has made my angsty little heart so happy! Please keep the feedback coming! If you would like to be tagged or un-tagged, give me a yell! 

Also, the smut is coming. I repeat, the smut is coming. So stick around.

The best kind of burn is a slow one.

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Falling [Phillip x Reader]

Length: 1973+ words

Genre: ANGST

TW: Character Death

A/N: So I heard that George Eacker was 27 when he had his duel with Phillip- a 19 year old?? Anyways, this one took a lot out of me because Phillip’s death was already so painful, and now I have to describe his emotions as well /cries. I really tried to capture Phillip’s depression in this short fic. If you need me I’m going to be locked up in my room for a few days. 

“Why?” Phillip demanded. He was at the doorstep of Aaron Burr’s estate, his fists clenched by his side, and tears lining his eyes. “You’ve already denied me the right to see Y/N in her last moments, and now you won’t let me come to her funeral?!“ 

“Go home, son,” Aaron replied coldly. 


“There’s no reason I should see you again.” He closed the door, and Phillip fell to his knees, tears freely falling from his face. Picking himself up, he walked sluggishly slow back home.   

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anonymous asked:

Your art is amazing! I wanna draw like you do, but my older cousin takes away my tablet whenever they want :c cause they wanna use it. I kinda want to give up bc of that. Is that bad? (I only have one tablet) any advice?

Thank you very much! >w<

In this case i have 2 advices for you:

1. Man up and fight for freedom (im sorry pls don’t take this one seriously)

2. You can always practice traditional art first

Or just tell your cousin you own the tablet and ask them to give back whenever you need it.

Do your best!!! GANBATTE KUDASAI! X3

Moonlight Beast | Bellamy Blake X Reader

English isn’t my first language, so please excuse any mistakes.

Requested by @anneta2507: Hi! Could you do an imagine about bellamy where “you” are all sassy and is always fighting with Bellamy but they have feelings for each other ? Thank you!

Characters: Bellamy/fem!reader, Murphy, Finn, Octavia.

Word Count: 1726 words.

Life on Earth was fairly good, incredibly good if compared to live in the Sky Box. Everything was pretty new to the prisoners on the Ground. (Y/N) liked the freedom that existed there, liked to feel the fresh air on her face and the smell of nature. But her favorite thing to do was mess with Bellamy Blake.

From the first time they saw each other, the two didn’t seem to get along. He was always giving orders to everyone and most of the time she would find fault in the things he decided, it seemed to annoy him more than anything.

Even though that seemed to be in a negative way, she liked to be noticed by him. The girl never put her finger on why she seemed to feel the need to be noticed, until she began to get herself thinking about him or even looking at him when he was doing something. So the answer was pretty obvious to her, she somehow had developed a crush on him. And by the time she realized it, she tried to hide it in the best way she thought by continuing doing everything to annoy him.

But things began to change on a typical day.

(Y/N) had her duties in that place just like everyone else, but she usually tried to finish as fast as she could. She felt herself looking for Bellamy as soon as her task in the camp ended, finding him talking to Murphy and Finn. What the hell Finn was doing there? It wasn’t big news that he didn’t get along with the other two, then why he was talking to them?

“Are they going somewhere?” (Y/N) asked Octavia when she was passing next to her.

“They’re going out to get more supplies.” she said, suddenly a smirk appearing on her face. “You should go too.”

(Y/N) sent a glare to Octavia, as if wondering why she would do that. Soon several scenarios went through her head. Going with them meant spending more time with Bellamy. However this could be bad. She always ended up in an argument with him when they spent much time together. So the girl began to think about the two choices she had, and when she saw that the boys were about to leave, she ran toward them.

“I’m going too.” she said, causing the three of them to turn to her.

Murphy just gave a quick glance to Bellamy before he shrugged, continuing to walk. Finn sent her a sympathetic look, nodding slightly. Meanwhile, Bellamy had a annoyed look on his face, ready to refuse her help.

“The more, the better.” Finn said after realizing that Blake probably wouldn’t let her come. Bellamy’s gaze was on him before he rolled his eyes.

“Don’t slow us down.” he muttered before following behind Murphy.

Finn patted her back, encouraging her to walk in front of him, going right behind Bellamy. (Y/N) hadn’t left the camp many times and knowing that there were other people in the woods made she feel unsafe, but being around him gave her a good feeling, a feeling of calm.

“It would be better if we separate in pairs.” Bellamy said, after some time walking.

“Bad idea.” (Y/N) muttered, causing the boy to send him a disapproving look.

“We could cover more area if we have more teams.”

The other two boys seemed to agree with the idea, which made her get discouraged. Her reason to have offered to go along with them was to spend more time with Bellamy, now she would either have to go with one of the other two or she would have to be alone with him, which could not end well. She sighed, knowing what would be safer choice to do.

“I’m going with Finn.” she said, without noticing the quick glance of jealousy that passed through Bellamy’s eyes.

“I’m going with Murphy.” Finn said. A frown appeared on her face, causing Finn approached. “I keep an eye on him and you keep an eye on Blake. I still don’t trust him.” he whispered in her ear, making her nod.

“Looks like you’ll have to deal with me then.” she said getting closer to Bellamy, feeling her heart beat a bit quicker.

“Let’s get it over with.” he murmured. “When the sun start to set, we meet here.”

After the great idea to separate from the rest of the team, they both began to search for food and supplies that could help them. As the sun began to give indications that would soon be setting, they began to walk to the place where they had told that would meet the other two.

(Y/N) was distracted, looking at the trees and plants that were there, a smile emerging on her face. Soon they had been walking longer than they had been to get there, making the girl pay attention to where they were walking and leading to the conclusion that they were walking in circles.

“Are we lost?” she asked Bellamy, as she looked at how the sky grew darker.

“No.” he said simply.

“We’re lost.” she concluded, getting to see the confusion that was in the boy’s eyes, knowing he would never admit that the two were lost. She could hear him muttering an answer for her as she rolled her eyes.

They continued to walk, trying to find the way back to camp, or at least something to take them to the other two who accompanied them previously. Night had arrived and they continued walking without stopping, taking care that they were not surprised by any grounder. Silence took over the place while Bellamy walked a little ahead of (Y/N), who could barely feel her feet, making her sigh heavily.

“This is your fault.” she said, drawing his attention.

“What?” he asked, not bothering to turn to her.

“If you hadn’t had that brilliant idea to make us separate from the others, maybe we wouldn’t be lost.”

“I’m sorry, but it’s not like I’m enjoying it more than you are.” he said clearly offended. “Maybe if you had paid more attention on the way while we were coming, so we wouldn’t be lost.”

“Well, you’re the one who thinks you are the owner of this place. How come you hoped I’d know that we’d get lost?”

“How come you hoped I’d know we’d get lost if we separated from the others?”

(Y/N) was silent, a scowl taking over her face. She could feel the anger bubbling inside her, mixing with the fear of staying out there at night.

"I wish I had gotten lost with Finn.” she mumbled loud enough for him to hear.

Bellamy’s body stiffened, making him walk slower. He didn’t answer in the first minutes, but soon turned to her.

“Why do you hate me so much? What do you have against me?” he asked, a frown appearing on his face, causing her anger to disappear.

“You always act like you know everything.” she shrugged. “You’re always giving orders to everyone. It kind of annoys me.”

He nodded slightly. They both were now side by side, barely walking.

“I do what I have to do to protect everyone. At least that’s what I try to do.”

The girl remained silent, playing with her fingers awkwardly. That must have been the first time she found herself having a conversation with Bellamy without wanting to offend him.

“We are all thankful for that, I guess.” she said slowly, trying to think of something to say.

The night now prevented them to see exactly where they were going, but (Y/N) didn’t feel as scared as before. As always, standing next to Bellamy brought her a good feeling. She smiled, feeling nervousness consume her.

“I don’t hate you, I just don’t know how to act around you.” she muttered.

The last sentence seems to draw his attention, which made him turn his face toward her, a smirk on his face.

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know.” she could feel her cheeks getting hot while the obvious answer to that question passed through her head.

Silence took over the place. (Y/N) began to observe the woods, trying not to look at Bellamy, when she suddenly felt his hands brushing lightly against hers. She felt a little shiver passing through her body, causing the boy to laugh. Her eyes went quickly in search of his, finding them already looking at her. She noticed that he was leaning toward her, holding her hand. Her heart beat faster as she closed her eyes, also leaning toward him.

(Y/N) felt Bellamy’s lips crashing against hers. While one of his hands was holding hers, the other one was placed on her waist. Her hand went to his hair, messing them slightly. Before she could notice, he has opened space between her lips with his soft tongue, brushing it against hers. When Bellamy separated his lips from hers, it took a while to re-open her eyes, and when she opened she saw him smiling at her.

“I don’t know how to act around you either.” he said, playing with her fingers.

A smile spread across her face as she leaned to the boy, going to give him another kiss.

“Is this reality?” a voice asked in the distance. They both turned quickly to see Murphy and Finn stopped some distance from them. Murphy had a smirk on his face as Finn didn’t seem to enjoy the situation. “Here we were worried about you while you guys were making out in the woods.” Murphy made a fake disappointment voice.

(Y/N) felt her cheeks becoming hot again, dropping Bellamy’s hand to cover her face, which earned some laughs from Murphy.

“Let’s go back to camp.” Bellamy said.

Everyone began to walk back to the camp, being forced to listen Murphy making jokes about the couple every five minutes. Along the way, (Y/N) felt Bellamy’s hand brushing against hers again, this time she decided to take his hand on hers. She looked in the corner of her eyes to the boy’s face, he was smiling.

The way back turned out to be pretty fast, causing the girl to doubt that Bellamy was really lost a few minutes ago, and that may not have been coincidence that Octavia had told her to follow the boys in that search.

anonymous asked:

Self inserting is a-okay as long as you aren't trying to force your OC into the plot 'because you can' and as long as you don't lash out at others for doing so with the same character you are. You're just doing it to self insert and for fun and that's pretty lit bro because I do the same 👊🏼👊🏼👊🏼 but either way I love all this vixdoc and I'll ship it/support you until the day I die

I hate it when people fight over fictional characters. I mean, it’s really silly. We all love that character for a reason, and since he isn’t real that just gives you the freedom to play with a fictional relationship/character more.

It’s extremely enjoyable to see what other people can come up with and the uniqueness of their OCs and scenarios. The more the merrier, I say! At the end of the day, we’re just having fun. Let them eat pickle, yeah?

My most genuine of thanks for the support, buddo <3


Can No Longer Do
This poem nor the others I’ve written on days like this will ever be able to express my gratitude for every hero who is currently fighting or has fought for the freedom and safety of our nation at home or abroad. Sending out love and hugs to your families. May they be blessed today and every day with peace and remember only the good times with you OUR HEROES

One of These Nights (Part 2)

Summary: Benny’s pov (sort of) You and Benny have a conversation, and come to some even ground. Dean has a PTSD episode about purgatory and attacks you, Benny comes to the rescue.

Pairing: none (eventual Benny x Reader)

Word Count: ~2,500

Warnings: language, angst, ptsd episode, mild/threatened violence

A/N: Back by semi-popular demand… Benny! Hope you guys like it. The next part is sort of ridiculous and funny (I think) so it won’t be quite so serious. Looking for Part 1? (not my gif)

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so now I should say this… thank you. For letting go. For walking away. Thank you for finally giving me the freedom that I was so weak to fight for. I could never push you away, and sadly, you will never know everything that I could do for you, that I could give you. The moment you walked out on me, you gave me the right to give my love to someone else. So thank you.

That’s where our forever ends.

Love is Our Biggest Strength (Thomas Jefferson x Reader)

Length: 777+ words

Genre: Fluff

AU: HamilTime

“And you are, ma’am?” the gentleman in front of you asked. Your eye twitched at the question, and your heart dropped.   

“This is Y/N,” the man beside you answered. “I’m courting her.“ 

“Thomas! You never told me you were courting someone!” he exclaimed before turning his attention to you once again. “The name is James Madison. Pleasure to meet you." 

“The pleasure’s all mine,” you said softly. “Thomas, darling, I think I’ll be taking a walk in the garden." 

“What a great idea. I will come find you once I finish talking to James.”   

You slipped through the throngs of people, taking in a deep breath once you were outside. Your thoughts immediately went to the problem that had affected your heart for so long. Thomas had been courting you for a little more than a year, and yet, you were still a secret amongst his circle of friends. You wondered if he was ashamed of you. He never had any problem flaunting anything else he owned that was of worth. Tears pricked your eyes at the thought. At times, you wondered if he even wanted to continue your courtship. There were times you were sure he just tolerated your presence. Many of your friends had told you about the kind words and the copious amounts of gifts that they had received from their courter, and you were embarrassed to say that you had none of those.   

“Darling, are you alright?” your courter asked. His footsteps getting louder as he approached you. He put a hand on your shoulder, and carefully turned you around to face him.   

“Thomas, be truthful. Do you love me?” you asked.   

He was taken aback by your question. “What brought this on?" 

“Please, just answer the question." 

“Yes, of course. I would not be courting you if I am not in love with you.” His answer was plain and simple. And it made you feel guilty. You were so foolish to have doubted his feelings.   

“I’m sorry." 

“What brought this on?" 

You shook your head, not knowing how to answer his question. “I was unsure of your feelings for me." 

He gave you a blank stare, urging you to explain yourself further.   

“Sometimes I feel that you do not love me as much I love you,” you mumbled shyly, not meeting his gaze in fear of the truth. “It’s been a year since you started courting me, but I feel our relationship has been stagnant. My words of endearment for you has been replied with an impassive response.”   

“I never knew you felt this way,” he said truthfully, turning his back to you.   

“Father says he has already found another man interested in courting me if you wish to end our courtship.”   

His neck snapped in your direction, his eyes wide. “No!" 

You looked up at him, shocked at his response.   

“I mean- if that is what you wish, I will never deny your request; however, if I may, I would like to explain myself.”   

Thomas offered his arm, and you gladly took it as he led you to the fountain in the middle of the ground, letting you sit on the stone surrounding it.   

“I’ve made a grave mistake. I have put my reputation above you.”   

Your gaze dropped to your lap. “I was right- you are ashamed of me.”   

His eyes widened, and he dropped to his knees in front of you, grabbing your hands that was folded on your lap. “Never,” he gasped before taking in a shaky breath. “I was a coward. I was afraid that if I show much I truly love in you so publicly, people would use that against me. I was afraid people would see my adoration for you as a weakness.”   

“Love isn’t a weakness,” you said, putting your hand on his cheek. “Love is strength. Remember your friend, Lafayette? His love for America was what encouraged him to fight in the war, and France’s aid was pivotal to us winning the war. Of course, my love will never amount to something as big as winning freedom, but-“ 

Thomas placed a finger on your lips, stopping you from continuing. "Thank you, my dear." 

You blushed under his adoring gaze. "I love you, Thomas."   

He leaned to place a gentle kiss on the top of your head. "As I love you,” he murmured against your hairline. “Now, let us enjoy the rest of the night."   

Thomas placed his hand around your waist, proudly showing you off to anyone he spoke to, and you were happier than you’ve ever been. Standing beside your best friend, and your lover as partners made your heart proud.

Mental Institute: BTS 101 | Pt. 6

Originally posted by chim-chimmm

A/N: Merry Christmas everyone !! Ironically, it is also my birthday so I am updating a few fics as a present from me to you. Also, I hope you are still enjoying this story :) Let me know what you think and thank you for supporting me <3

Genre: Angst, Mental Institute au, mystery 

Pairing: BTS x OC

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Word count: 4K

Summary: “She was special. She was dangerous. Her parents admitted her into an abandoned mental institute. Little did she know it was a place where they experiment on people like her. Inside this institute she meets seven other boys who aren’t keen on her arrival. They believe there is something off and that she can’t be trusted. As the story continues, not only does she discover their reason for their stay, but she’ll end up choosing the one who gets to live.”

My heart beat in my throat when we followed Hoseok through hidden pathways of the building.

I wondered how he knew about these paths.

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beardedwolfbabies  asked:

Can I just say that your Fenhawke art is beautiful but one thing that stood out to me was Anders' expression in the Battle of the Bands comic after Hawke kisses Fenris. There was something about it that broke my heart

Aww Thank you <3 and I’m sorry to admit that I wanted that kind of effect from drawing Anders in such way =w=
It’s not that I don’t like Anders. I mean, how can I NOT LIKE a freedom fighting, cat-loving sweetheart? I’m a crazy cat person myself!
But since my personal otp is Fenris-Hawke, when it comes to involving Anders, it comes with a bit of a sad back-story in my renditions. This is also because I find the feeling of ‘broken-heart that yearns’ to be a quite beautiful human emotion.

so yup.. I’m sorry if I’ve caused some heartaches…;;;   


Character: Lafayette X Reader

 Prompt: The reader, who shouldn’t have been out in the first place, stumbles upon a mysterious man in the woods on their way home. The two share an inaudible connection, one that might be more than they had thought. Requested by Anon

Sentence 1: (706) “You’re not alone.”

 Sentence 2: (712) “Please, don’t leave.”

 Word Count: 1,584 

W/T: Mentions of death, war, blood

 A/N: This was actually a lot of fun to write b/c I got to practice using better descriptive words, lmao. Hope y'all enjoy!



 You weren’t supposed to be out at this time of night. Your mother had warned you about the incoming revolutionaries from the North, and how rambunctious they could be, to say the least. The memories of what your relatives’ tavern looked like after the rebels had come through their town flicker into sight, causing you to grimace. Their explosive spirits always drew the British soldiers in, and a battle was bound to happen in due time, you just hope you won’t be caught off guard, or in the crossfire.

 Readjusting your father’s coat draped over your shoulders, you shift the small wooden box that you had bought from the store in your hands, continuing down the worn dirt path toward your home. You had heard gunshots on the way, but they seemed distant enough to keep to this trail in the woods. Well, you would much rather take the short way home trough the city, but the roads were closed for construction on the town hall, so you were stuck with your current situation. The glow from the overhead moon lending enough light for you to keep track of your walk, careful not to stray. 

 The silence was deafening. Nothing seemed to stir in the trees, everything remaining motionless in the dark, refusing to even breathe. The bare tree limbs cast odd shapes across the sky, their knots and twist stretching out. The night air added a chill to the atmosphere, topping off the eerie and ominous sensation. Your chest tight with nerves, you bite your lip and keep going, your imagination beginning to take ahold of your rising fear. You couldn’t quite push back the idea of soldiers stalking you quietly, their footsteps too distant to hear. You try to shrug off the thought, straightening your back to try and convince yourself that you weren’t scared. You weren’t scared, nothing scares you. You are Y/N M/N L/N, and you are not afraid of the dark.

 Chanting this to yourself, you feel a gentle rain drop splatter against your forehead, sending an icy shiver down your spine. You glance up, seeing as the moon’s light had faded somewhat from the now incoming overcast, more inaudible pellets dropping from the sky. Quickening your pace, you hoist the heavy coat above your head with one arm, cradling the box full of trinkets against your stomach with the other. Everything seemed to be going against you at the moment, which always seems to be your luck. You just want to be at home by this point, hopefully without being drenched to the bone. 

 A single sound shatters the still air, startling you back about five feet. You freeze in place, unsure of what to make of the noise you just heard. Whipping your head around, you try to place the source of the sound, attempting to distract yourself slightly. You know what that noise was; it was a human cough, and a rather ragged one at that. There has to be someone else out here, who seems to be in a much worse condition than you by the sound of it. The cough sounds off again, this time giving you a much clearer spot to find the source. The tree just ahead of you on your right seems to be harboring the source, it’s mangled trunk hiding it from you. Cautiously, you tip toe towards the thick tree, the rain from above spilling from the sky a little faster. Stepping off of the mudding dirt and into the wet grass off of the oath, you place your hands against the rough bark of the old tree, peeking around the other side. 

 And there sat a man leaning against the base of the tree, his dark skin and dark hair causing the breath in your throat to hitch. His eyes remained shut, and his hands rested against the left side of his abdomen, obviously clutching some sort of wound. His hair was tied back into a ponytail high on his head, making it look more like a bun with how poofy it is. The icy rain pounced against his blue coat mercilessly, making him appear utterly defenseless. He coughs again, startling you slightly, making your urge to help him only grow greater. You weigh out the pros and cons quickly. He was a revolutionary, which wasn’t good or bad. You’ve seen men die before, you had helped your sister on the front line before in a battle or two as a nurse. But there was something different about this man, something so mysterious and alluring, that you couldn’t stop yourself. 

 You spin around the tree, setting your father’s coat on a pair of limbs above the man, creating a makeshift roof. You pry open the medical box you had been carrying home, hoping your family doesn’t question you about its whereabouts. You gently kneel down between the legs of the man before you, whatever heat was left in his body radiating off of your face. Gingerly, you lift his hands away from his side, taking in the size of his wound. No infection luckily, just a lot of drying blood. The mans eyes fly open, and your own gaze up to greet them, making sure he stays calm. "You’re not alone. It’s okay, I’m going to help you now.” You whisper, pulling a swab dabbed in alcohol from the crate and slowly pressing it against the wound. He winces, and you pull back a bit, waiting. “Mon ange?” He breathes dreamily, his thick accent wavering with his words as you start back at his wound. You giggle, unsure of what he just said. It sounded French, so you would think you would know some of it, but you just weren’t really focusing on that right now. “Y/N. Y/N L/N.” You reply, hoping that was what he asked for. Dabbing some more alcohol onto a new cotton swab, you clean around his wound, careful not to reopen it by breaking the thin scab that’s formed over it. “Belle…” He drifts, his eyes trained to you, watching your delicate hands move back and forth between his wound and the medical equipment. His voice seemed to be fading, and his body was growing less tense, the body heat he was emitting becoming fainter. “Hey, come on now. Stay with me here. Please, don’t leave.” You gently command, pressing your free hand against his cheek in an attempt to warm him back up.

 "Talk to me, tell me about yourself. Just stay with me here.“ He leans into your hand, almost as if he were melting. ”…Lafayette. I am Lafayette.“ He states, trying to make his voice stronger sounding. "Good.” You smile, shaking off the rain that had poured onto your back. “I’m from France.” “Oh? Tell me more, I love France.” You inquire, nudging him on. “It is beautiful there…” He stops, his eyes still glued to you. “Well, what are you doing over here then?” “Fighting for freedom.” He smirks, his accent making it sound all the more reasonable. “I see. Well I thank you from the bottom of my heart for helping defend us.” You answer as whole heartedly had you can, reaching for the bandages. “I’m going to need you to sit up for me, Lafayette.” You instruct, snaking your arm around to the small of his back, helping set him up. He struggles to do the best he can, pained grunts escaping his chiseled face. “You’re doing great, I’m almost done.” You tell him, hastily securing the bandage around his abdomen, making sure it won’t fall or come undone. 

 "There.“ You finish, admiring your work. The Frenchman smiles warmly at you, his eyes full of something you couldn’t quite place, but was almost positive that your own eyes were filled with the same emotion. "Merci, mon ange.” He answers, to which you know one of the words of which he said. “De rien. Now come with me.” You say, pushing yourself up from the damp foliage, offering your hands to Lafayette. He gives a a puzzled look to you, hesitantly taking your hands and slowly standing up. His rough fingers brush across his newly wrapped wound, mystified. “Where do you wish to take me?” He asks, his eyebrows furrowed. “Out of the rain, silly.” You laugh, reaching around him and grasping the hung coat, proceeding to draw it around Lafayette. “Oh non, mon ange. I could ne-” “Don’t be silly, Lafayette.” You sigh, cutting him off quickly. “I’m not going to leave you to die in the rain. Come stay the night at my home. My family will welcome you, I’m sure of it.” You lie, knowing full well that your parents weren’t actually home, but rather staying with your relatives. 

He smiles warmly at you, that same whimsical look from moments ago reappearing in his eyes. Those eyes, those flowing, alive eyes had a hypnotic shine to them, drawing you towards him slowly. The heat from his face steadily grows closer to yours, lighting you cheeks with warmth. You close you eyes, an unspoken force overpowering you in the night rain as your lips slow press against his. A spark passes between you two, electricity jumping from his mouth to yours, a fire dancing across his lips. The icy weather pounced upon you as you squeezed his hands, the silence of your interaction spiking adrenaline inside you. You pull away bashfully, your veins racing with his body heat. 

 "Let’s go.“


ANZAC Day is the solemn day of remembrance of those Australian and New Zealand Army Corps soldiers who fought and died at Gallipoli in 1915. It is also a day of remembrance for all servicemen and women who died while fighting for their country and the world to preserve the freedoms that we enjoy.

They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.
Lest we forget…

I will remember… I will always remember my Allied brothers and sisters! Thank you!  OTFW

glowroseate  asked:

so i'm in Love with that princess and the pauper AU and i just gotta ask do u think genji would also have a heavenly singing voice, or would he have another kind of talent

thank you for showing interest in my au!!! it really means a lot ^-^

as for your question, i was planning on having genji spend his first few years with madame satya as a member of an underground street fighting ring. people would place bets on him, and whenever he’d win he’d put that towards buying his freedom. once he gets a little older, zenyatta ends up working with genji as another tailor and convinces him to stop all the fighting before he gets himself seriously injured. that’s when genji discovers he’s an amazing singer, and zenyatta encourages him to do that for extra money instead of fighting.

Anzac Day

Today is Anzac Day in Australia, which is the day we commemorate the landing of the Anzacs at Gallipoli in WWI, and all the men and women who have fought after them.

My husband is a soldier, and so was my grandfather and my great aunt, so this is a really important day in our house.

Usually the day starts super early for the dawn service - the troops stormed the beach at dawn that day. The Ode of Remembrance is read, and the bugle plays.

They went with songs to the battle, they were young.
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.

Lest we forget.

It’s then followed by a digger’s breakfast, which of course would never be complete without rum.

Then around this time the parades begin, and thousands of people turn out to them all around the country.

It’s also the only day that it’s legal and in fact expected that two-up be played publicly.

We also make a lot of Anzac biscuits around this time, which is my daughters’ favourite part of the day.

It’s a day of national pride, especially for those of us who are part of military families, be they multi-generational or new, and on days like today I am so proud of my husband, and I miss my grandpa and aunt more than ever.

So thank you to our ANZACs, past, present, and future. Thank you for fighting for our freedoms, and for showing us the true meaning of courage, sacrifice, and mateship.