I don't even know where to begin. I ADORE YOUR ART! You draw each character with such unique perfection, each looking smooth and absolutely flawless. Whether it be a comical little scene or just a flat out portrait, you never cease to amaze me. I love your art and, as a consequence, I love you as well since you seem like quite a nice person ♡ Hope you never stop what you're doin' queen cause it gives me life (especially your Itachi. I love all my akatsuki babes, but Itachi, he owns my soul) 💕✨
Thank you so much dear!!! You are such a sweetheart!! Here’s an Itachi for you <3
bless my life you're still doing these!! malec + 20? 🌸
20. “I can’t do this anymore.”
Alec was just about losing his mind when right after he and Magnus sat down on the balcony after dinner, Izzy called, saying he and Magnus were both needed in Central Park. He can’t really blame Izzy, or these demons, or anyone really, for the fact that he’s been trying to propose to Magnus for two weeks and something interrupted him. Every. Single. Time.
They leave the loft through a portal Magnus opened up, and they make their way to the location Izzy gave them. The mission ends rather quickly after they arrive, Magnus’ magic and Alec’s arrows an extremely effective, in sync weapon by now, and as Magnus flicks his wrist to somewhere over Alec’s shoulder, killing the last demon, Alec smiles, thinking of the ring in his pocket.
Magnus is borderline burned out, so Alec insists they walk home, where they promptly both just pass out in their bed.
When Alec wakes up, his mind is already full of plans for dinner that night, plans he’s tried executing again and again, but never managed to get to the most important part. He stretches his arms and legs, feeling the soreness of yesterday’s battle, and then he realises he has the room to stretch on the bed, meaning that Magnus is already up.
Alec makes his way to the kitchen, where Magnus is already standing at the bar, reading over a very heavy, worn book. He looks up when he hears Alec approaching, smiling at him. Alec walks up to him, wrapping his arms around Magnus’ waist, before kissing him softly.
“Morning.“ “Morning, Alexander.“
Just as Alec is about to suggest dinner, Magnus says, “I won’t be home for dinner tonight, I’m afraid.”
Alec feels like a bucket of cold water was just dumped on his head, and he just stares at Magnus, whose expression grows more concerned by the moment.
“I can’t do this anymore,“ Alec says, letting go of Magnus and quickly moving to the hallway where he left his jacket last night, pulling the ring out of its pocket. When he comes back, Magnus looks stunned, shocked, and when Alec drops to one knee in front of him, Magnus lets out a shaky breath, hands going over his mouth.
“I’ve been trying to do this for two weeks, even though it feels like longer, because I’ve known I wanted to marry you for months, years, really,“ Alec says, his voice only slightly shaking, Magnus’ gaze filled with awe and love. “I still lose my breath every time you enter I room, every time I see you even, you are everything I’ve ever wanted, and so much more. Every moment I spend with you is precious to me, you are my always and forever. And however long my forever may last, I want to spend it all with you.”
Alec pulls out the ring box, opening it, and Magnus lets out another shaky breath.
“Magnus Bane, will you marry me?“
There is a moment of heavy silence, before Magnus drops to his knees beside Alec, a breathless chorus of yes, of course, I love you, leaving his lips as he wraps his arms around Alec.
Alec doesn’t know how long they stay there, a tangled mess of limbs, kisses and tears on the kitchen floor, but he can’t find it in himself to care about anything in those moments but the man there with him, the man he’s going to marry.
❝ Hearts were broken across London every day. Perhaps Anna might break a heart or two herself. There would be others—lovely girls would come and go, and she would remain in control of her heart. She would never be torn like this again.” - every exquisite thing ,
☆ Hi everyone! Thank you so much for 15k despite my inactivity this year (ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ I truly appreciate all the support I’ve gotten! (btw, I’m travelling for all of August so I’ll be running on queue) While I am extremely grateful for this milestone, this follow forever is mainly dedicated to the conclusion of my first anime, manga, and fandom — Fairy Tail.
Although I have found a love for new animanga over the years, Fairy Tail holds a special place in my heart as the anime that really dragged me into anime, and I am so sad that it has come to an end. Though it has had its ups and downs, it will live on in my memory forever ;a; anyway, that’s enough of me being all sentimental. To mark the beginning of a new era (for me), here are some lovely blogs that have really brightened my dash! Their edits amaze me and inspire me to improve my own~
So as the story progresses, and they start to fall in love, the curse is slowly waning and belle at points can kinda see through it. Belle looks up from her book and for a split second sees someone else sitting there. And when he smiles she sees a quick flash another person smiling at her
Twilight has begun to fall around the Beauty and the Beast as they relax in the library, candelabras and candlesticks wrapping the room in a catch of stolen sunset. Belle’s words flutter through the flames dancing on burning wicks, her eyes sailing over sentences that breathe with the life of a whimsical adventure in some far flung land with giant, wingless birds and forests that hide a great green parrot with a deep booming courting call. An alpine parrot flashes startling red feathers as it takes flight in this book’s created world.
Belle stops for a breath, her mind whirling in the creative imagery of the world inside this book.
“Are you getting tired, Belle?” the Beast asks from his seat, pulling his cloak tighter about his own shoulders. “You don’t have to keep going.”
“I’m fine, just needed to breathe,” Belle looks up, and gasps soft and low, blinking in a mix of surprise and confusion.
For a moment, she sees someone else there in that chair, someone without great ram’s horns curling from his head. A man whom, instead of hair that lay flat over the back of his head and shoulders, has soft blonde hair tied back into a ponytail with a blue ribbon. Instead of great, big black claws, the man’s nails are neat and unencumbered with the toils of a villager who had to work for themselves. When he smiles, she sees not fangs, but a dazzling flash of perfectly straight, white teeth. Her heart skips a beat, half born of confusion, and half born of some attraction to this charming, prince-like visage.
It lasts a split-second, this strange visage, a moment between blinks. One blink, there was that fine, handsome young man sitting in that chair, and the next, was the Beast again, great big claws, horns, fur, and all.
That was odd, Belle muses, I’m probably just tired, that’s all.
Though she thinks little more on it all evening, that afterimage of the handsome young man with the charming smile, soft blonde hair, and finely manicured nails burns as bright as the stars twinkling beyond the windows.
Hey there. I hope you are both doing well. I just wanted to say thank you for all the amazing art that comes from this blog. It is amazing and I'm super excited when I see an update. I have been loving all the Halloween stuff (Specially the Werewolf McCree). Thank you both. Have a great day/night.
Hey! It’s so wonderful to see you again and with such a nice message ;w; You really cheer us up and we are absolutely thankful for every word you wrote to us! We are glad that you appreciate our stuff so much, there will still be plenty of werewolf McCree during the Halloween month for you to see x3 Thank YOU for stopping by and taking the time to write to us such kind things!
Oh my would you being willing to do 142 or 144 for Shindou or Kirishima? 👀👀👀
a/n: bold of you to assume i’m not an absolute w h o r e :’D i’ll do one for both 💞
based on this challenge ; prompt = “Hold my hand so he gets jealous” and “Get out of my face before I hit you.”
Sighing, she put her head on her arms, looking at the red-haired boy from across the cafeteria. These past few weeks, she had tried(and failed) to somehow get his attention, but every flirting attempt was lost on the boy.
“What’s got you so gloomy?”
She brushed off the comment with a groan, making her friend raise his brows in slight confusion “Alright, I’m gonna take a wild guess and say it’s Kirishima,” another groan confirmed his guess “Are you gonna try what I suggested, now?”
Raising her head, she gave him a confused look “What did you suggest again? It’s been a rough month.”
He leaned in with his characteristic devious smirk “Hold my hand so he gets jealous” he leaned back, gaging her reaction. In all honesty, he would be lying if he said he wasn’t more than a bit jealous of the oblivious redhead but he knew there was no chance that she would ever consider him a boyfriend, they’d been friends for way too long.
She pondered on the statement; normally she would deny it almost instantly, but she’d tried just about anything so what’s the harm? Making eye contact with her friend, she nodded “Alright. Let’s do this.”
For the next couple of weeks, they were practically inseparable. They held hands everywhere and even made up cute nicknames to call each other. Whenever Kirishima was around, Shindou would have his hand around her waist, pulling her closer than he needed to.
He could see the boy getting irked, but he wouldn’t give up, going as far as to make eye contact and stick his tongue out to further aggravate. Shindou, on the other hand, was having the time of his life; he got to hold you like he’s always dreamed to and while in the back of his mind he knows this would end soon, he wanted to fool himself and believe it would last forever.
“Oh my god.” Kirishima rolled his eyes, seeing the two of you walk into the canteen “Can you stop rubbing it in my face?” He mumbled with a small growl.
The black haired boy feigned ignorance, moving his arms to your hips, pulling you closer “Hmm? What was that?” He muttered, pecking your cheek. You looked to and from Kirishima and Shindou; both seemed to be fired up, your friend especially.
“You know what, bastard.” The redhead growled, standing to his feet “You knew I liked her.”
Your friend merely shrugged, not breaking eye contact “If you did, you’d fight for her like a man, isn’t it?”
“Get out of my face before I hit you.”
You pulled away from Shindou, getting between them “Okay, that’s enough. Shindou, Kirishima.” You pursed your lips, knees threatening to give way, but you did your best to maintain your position. At this point, the black haired boy realised the daydream was over and merely nodded, turning away muttering a quiet See you later…to her before leaving the canteen.
She explained the situation to Kirishima who immediately apologised, his face practically burning up as he admitted he had liked her for some time and he’s a bit dense; she nodded throughout the explanation but she couldn’t forget the defeated expression that had flashed across Shindou’s face before he turned away.
Her lips pressed into a thin line as she began wondering if she had really made the right choice.
this was super fun to write and obviously i couldn’t help but add a bit of angst in it heh :’D i really hope you enjoyed it ^3^
If you do believe in the afterlife, what kind of afterlife do you think awaits you? (I'll admit to being acutely curious as to the beliefs you've developed for your character :D )
<Bhaldstyr sat himself hunched forward, leaning heavily onto his elbows. The pad of his thumb ran up and down the beveled edge of his hand-axe, absently – the Roegadyn’s attention, however, was squarely on his curious listener.>
“Hear this wisdom now, beloved friend.
“Ever you have seen, when watching from the bow of your long-ship, a whale of yalms and yalms without measure? He is white and moves with the fog, and so not seen often by feeble eyes of men – but very rarely, one sailor in ten-thousand will glimpse this thing, and his heart will surely tremble.
This whale is broad-back Swygraet, gentle-heart, who carries all the dead to judgment. And when Ahtahrm’s brave son breathes out his last, Swygraet will carry him also – may his brothers be kind, and give him to the sea.
Down and down into the depths he will go, where only the tongue of Llymlaen High-Winds ever is spoken. –Llymlaen’s tongue is currents and white sea-spray, you understand; the changing warm and cold of ocean waters. The swishing of silver fish tails in the deep.”
<Bhaldstyr set the axe aside, instead steepling his fingers.>
“There, beneath the blue, in Navigator’s watery tongue, must Styr now speak his life before the edge of a vast, black deep-chasm. Is here where down fall the unworthy into endless, empty nothingness, you see – feeding only sharks and scuttle-crabs forever, and never finding peace.
But here Ahtahrm’s humble son must raise his voice, for time is come to judge his days! And in this liquid tongue, he stands and boldly speaks:
He sings of his man- and woman-loves in the shifting of deep-sea currents, and with lashing of kelp fronds shouts his victories in blood-soaked war.
In the burst of a steam-vent he recounts his many grieving sorrows, and silver fish-scales gleam his many dreams: those won, and those which never the high winds bring forth to him.
…All of this, and more, he sings to Llymlaen Cresting-Wave in heartfelt ocean-song, that she judges the tale of his life. Those who have made most-glory, their saga moves her galewind heart – and these she plucks up from the chasm’s edge, to give her highest honor after life.
–His brothers have been kind to him in death, and sent him on Swygraet’s back with pike-spear and buckler-shield in hands, you understand. These, Llymlaen gilds now in gold and mother-of-pearl for him, that he is seen in all directions, and for many malms.
She lifts him from the ocean deep, in hands of whipping wind, and joyously she casts him flying up–! up, and far, to gleam forever in the night among the stars.”
“…Now always his sons and daughters, and grandsons and granddaughters, they mark his place upon their many maps. They look to him, my friend, to guide their way.
They navigate by him forever.”
<A moment’s silence, and a gentle smile.>
“…Many more fates are given to the dead; this is only the highest, and the one which is desired most of all.
Perhaps still there is time, hm? Time to make more of this saga, so that in his death Llymlaen Vast-Waters is moved beyond measure, and casts him high.”
<Bhaldstyr couldn’t help it; his grinning gaze turned up toward the sky.>
How does one woo over Chen? As a lady who's positively weak for her, and adores her, I would v much like to know how to appeal to her <3
I’m really flattered, this trickster is too!… Even too much, haha
Chen is a person who really loves meeting people. Even a small talk can provide a lot of information, so the best way to get her attention is by talking to her. It can be anything. If a person is a bit stressed, she can talk about anything to make that person comfortable around her. If you are in her type she will try to compliment you and generally she will stay close to you but she wont interrupt your personal space (unless you act/or you want to). She likes gentle acts, such as giving her flowers, hugs, compliments, slow dancing. In the same time she’s super weak for two types of people. Strong and independent but in the same time super sweet and caring, and the cute people, that reminds her of flowers but they can kill you whenever they want to. She loves risky situations, the adrenaline, and finds it as the best opportunity to flirt. But, that doesn’t mean that every day situations aren’t good to flirt too c;
I hit 50 followers recently and I want to say a big thank you to everyone who has decided to follow this mess of a blog and stay around even though I join at least one new fandom every month 😂 I appreciate you all so very much!
There’s a compliment for each one of you under the cut 💞