things had to of been so much simpler

dolce-dandy  asked:

I absolutely adore your art but I've been wondering if you also had a simpler art style besides the one we usually see? I think I've read that most drawings you do take about 6+ hours to paint so I was wondering what your 10min/1hour draws are like

Thanks a lot! ;A; 

I used to do extra quick 5 minute things like this but not so much anymore since switching to self employed (it was all that could be cranked out during lunch break)

I used to cell shade too but that actually takes even longer than the art I do now somehow DX

I do use a simpler style from time to time (mostly commissions) but I don’t actually think they are any faster DX Maybe a little?

Mating Season [Prince Sidon/Reader][NSFW]

Title: Mating Season
Pairing: Prince Sidon/Reader [you]
Summary: Prince Sidon could have chosen from a number of eligible choices, but he had to have you.

Fanfic Masterpost

a/n: i’ve returned with garbage, because the amount of asks i get for sidon smut are astronomical. so, here y’all be! i’d appreciate if you read the ending a/n as well!


NOTE: THIS IS MILDLY NSFW. SO, IF YOU AIN’T COMFY WITH THE IDEA THEN YOU PROBABLY SHOULDN’T READ IT.


Sidon thought you were irresistible in more ways than one, there weren’t enough appendages on both hands combined to name them all. Time had passed rapidly for you both, though he couldn’t claim to be troubled by the same trivialities that hylian’s faced. He had spent evenings observing as you pushed persistently at your skin; lifting at the temples for several seconds before letting bounce back into place, your expression withering as a malnourished flower would.

He would never understand the standards of outward appearances to which hylian’s held themselves, especially you. You possessed a wisdom far beyond your years, a knowledge well reserved for the oracles and elders who had seen war and peace. Even though your physical appearance had kept pace with your growing wisdom, much like butterfly through it’s stages of metamorphosis, he thought you to be unfathomably splendid.

“Perhaps I am beginning to understand how it feels…” Sidon muttered to himself, chin clasped firmly between his fingers while watching couples parade around him, and others show intrigue in one another.

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5x22 Drabble

Okay so I don’t normally do this, but this has been flooding my brain since I read the 5x22 synopsis. This is my take on what should happen in 5x22 during the party. I really hope you like it xxx

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After catching Chase Oliver seemed a bit more relaxed, in his own Oliver kind of way, but she figured that after all the terrible things they all had suffered this past year, having something cheerful and positive to celebrate was just what they needed as a team. Oliver’s birthday seemed to be the perfect excuse and if she was really honest with herself she also wanted to do something special for him.

Turns out that arranging a surprise party for someone whose second name could have been Sherlock proved to be trickier than she initially figured. Since she and Oliver were in a much better place with their relationship, him looking over her shoulder happened more frequently, which made planning everything with him in the room almost impossible. Luckily with the help of some very bad people, being on the loose thanks to Chase, and Curtis next to her to help out whenever they were in the field, the party was arranged in no time and all she could hope for was that until they yell “surprise” he wouldn’t figure out what was going on.

The plan was in motion. Thea was in charge of setting up the decorations, Curtis was on ‘cake-pick-up’ duty and everyone else was helping to get all the final touches in place. All that was needed was the birthday boy and she hoped that her cryptic text wasn’t going to blow up in her face.

The tracker on his phone notified her he was heading their way. They put off the lights and kept quiet, listening to his footsteps as he headed for the front door. He opened the door stepping inside and just when they were ready with their “surprise” he spotted Curtis in the corner of his eye and put him down on the floor ready to punch the hell out of him.

He looked up at everyone standing around him and that’s when he saw the banner ‘Happy Birthday Oliver. He let Curtis go and she could swear she saw a bit of a blush on his cheeks when Quentin not so subtly made known that he told them a surprise party was a bad idea.

Everyone laughed it off and in a moment everything was forgotten and all anyone could concentrate on was the food and champagne.

Laughter and smiles was something they didn’t often get to see with this specific group of people. The change in pace was welcome as she looked around the room inspecting the people that have become her family, some old and some new, but they were her real family none the less.

She missed the face she really wanted to see in the room, but then she spotted him. He was standing out on the balcony. She always thought of the balcony as ‘their spot’. Even when they were not together she went out there alone or to meet Oliver when he conveniently ‘forgot’ the loft had a front door.

Familiar butterflies formed in her stomach the closer she got to the balcony. He was leaning over the railing, looking over the twinkling lights of the city. The memories of a simpler time flooded her mind, but things were different now. So much had happened between them.

“I’ve been looking for you.” she said stepping outside, but he kept his eyes fixed on the view in front of him. The corner of his mouth twitched up, giving a small smile at the sound of her voice.

“Yeah, I’m sorry, I just…I needed some air.” he answered, his voice low.

She stopped next to him, placing her hands on the railing. She looked out in front of him admiring the view, but trying to get her breathing under control. Ever since they got trapped in the bunker something shifted between them. Things between them were lighter, easy again like it was before and even though it was hard to fight their attraction since their little ‘slip up’, it was even harder to fight the sexual tension now.

“Was it too much too soon? I’m sorry I didn’t even think that it might have been too overwhelm…”

“No…it’s perfect.” he cut her off, looking at her for the first time since they were alone. The heat of his hand linked with hers immediately filled her whole body and she had to fight the urge to kiss him right then. “Thank you for this. I…this was so thoughtful and I lo…I really appreciate it.” he added as he looked at her, swallowing thickly for what she can only assume was almost a slip of the tongue. He didn’t keep her gaze for long when he turned and looked back over the city, but his hand remained linked to hers.

“So what’s up then? Is there something wrong?” she asked cautiously. She didn’t want to risk pushing him into telling her something that might push them back to a place where they were distant again.

“For almost a decade I either didn’t know when my birthday was or it just didn’t feel like celebrating, with the exception of course when we were on the road trip and you went out of your way with the sparkles and ice cream….” he chuckled shaking his head.

“Yeah, that was an interesting experience.” she laughed too, blush forming on her cheeks as she thought back to their time away.

“But even then…let’s just say that to me celebrating my birthday was celebrating my life and looking back at my life there was just nothing worth celebrating…I wasn’t worth celebrating.”

“Oliver…” she started, placing her hand on his arm, looking at him, getting herself ready for another pep talk, but he didn’t give her a chance.

“For ten years Felicity I have looked at myself in the mirror. I have looked at the man I am and every time I look at myself every scar, everything that I’ve done is reflected back at me in that mirror and that was a reflection of someone who didn’t deserve a birthday cake or candles or a song, it was the reflection of a damaged, broken man.”

He looked sad, but there was something different in the way he looked at her right now.

“I was so convinced after all these years that I wasn’t worthy and you were right, I kept on hanging on to the past, I kept on reverting back to who I was because I thought that I had to live up to my father’s legacy, I had to right his wrongs, but after everything that happened with my father recently, I realised you were right again…”

“Shocker.” she teased lightly bumping him with her shoulder and the sadness in his eyes changed into something lighter.

“I know I made mistakes, but I know that I can’t continue to hold on to a legacy that’s not mine. I have to be my own man and create a life where I can leave a legacy for William….and hopefully more children to come.”

“I promised you that I would never lie to you again and I know that right now might not be the right time to say anything, but I can’t keep this from you any longer. I’ve made mistakes Felicity and I can’t promise you that I will never make mistakes again, but I’m trying every day to make a choice to be me, to discover who I am….and who I want to be. Felicity I love you and that’s never changed. I tried moving on, I tried seeing where other paths would lead me but every path I’ve taken has led me right back to you.”

She sucked in a breath hearing the words. Her heart swelled with so much love and emotion she had for this man standing in front of her.

“I told you before that the way you make me feel is the best part of my life, Felicity and I meant it then and I mean it now. I don’t know where you are right now where we are concerned and I need you to know that me saying this is in no way pressuring you to act on it, but if I’m going to be honest with myself and honest with you I can’t keep running circles around my feelings for you….”

She leaned up and pressed her lips against his, swallowing whatever words were supposed to come next. It was gentle at first, but after almost a year of ignoring what was between them, he responded immediately and he deepened the kiss. His tongue begging for entrance and she opened up for him in an instant. She draped her arms around his neck and in kind he pulled her closer to him wrapping his arms around her waist. Their closeness and tasting each other after so long just fuelled the fire that’s been simmering inside of them, but she knew they were not alone and even though she would love nothing more than to get lost in each other right now, they had to stop.

She slowed the kiss, and he understood exactly where she was going. He pecked her lips a few times and ended with their lips lingering, breathing the same air as they tried to find their footing back to reality.

“I love you too.” she whispered, looking up into his eyes opening slowly after hearing the words.

Curtis was right. Even after everything they’ve gone through one thing hasn’t changed and that was the way that he looked at her. His eyes were flooded with so much love and even though she knew there were going to be challenges in their future, she wanted him to look at her like that for the rest of her life.

“What do you say you get these people out of here then, so I can ravage you.” he said with a smirk on his face.

She immediately left their cocoon and stepped inside the loft.

“Okay everyone!” she announced, “thank you for coming, but this party is over.”

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Perfect To Me (Harry Hook)

This popped in my head at 1am and wouldn’t leave until I’d at least considered writing it. This is way off from the usual wrestling stories I write, but thanks to my daughter making me as obsessed with Descendants as she is, this just had to be written ~ K

Tag List: @rabidwrestlingfan @wrestlingnoob @anonwriter-lady @somehow-lovable-trash

Warnings: Implied smut. I tried not to, but it just went that way and I wasn’t quite confident enough to actually write it.

Summary: You’re the daughter of Mr Smee and member of Uma’s crew. You’ve been getting bullied because of your weight and Harry takes it upon himself to prove to you just how amazing he thinks you are.

HARRY HOOK X READER

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yoitssabrinee  asked:

*SLAMS FIST ON A DESK* I DEMAND MORE IGNIS HEADCANONS BECause this girl is losing her mind over this iggy fic she's currently writing and she needs some iggy hcs and love pls send help

EDIT: There are more NSFW HCs I added as a reblog on this post, or you can find ‘em tagged ‘my writing’/on my master list

YOU DEMAND I SUPPLY HON <3 I’m so glad you asked, ‘cause this gave me an excuse to post a huge fuckin’ filedump of everything that accumulated in my Notes app, so apologies in advance for the absolute massacre of grammar/tenses/etc ¬_¬ 

Dating Ignis Headcanons 

(mostly SFW cause I gotta save a few things for writing about later. This got hella long, so it’s going under a cut.)

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SasuSaku Month 2017
Day 17: War Torn

A sequel to the prompt of Day 9: On Opposites Sides. I kind of really like the Sasuke Hokage/Sasuke achieves his revolution AU. This is for: @behindheremeraldeyes, @fangirl-life-forever, @uchihaharunoss. Glad you enjoyed the first part.

Everything changed after the war, Sakura did too. Sometimes Sasuke missed the Sakura who’d confessed her love for him that first time, but most times he couldn’t help but admire the Sakura who for a second time professed her love. That was the one thing he didn’t lose in the war.

Things would have been much simpler if he had.

Orochimaru had advised him time and time again to make an example out of her as he had done with so many others. This is a dangerous game you’re playing, Sasuke. On some days that was particularly true.

On that day she was strong, her green eyes burning with rage and betrayal. “The moment you drop your guard I’ll have your head.” It was a bluff in that precise moment, but a threat, something to bear in mind for the future. She currently couldn’t do much behind bars.

She was in his arms, the bars of the cell between them as a barrier protecting them from each other. She didn’t struggle against him and when his lips met with hers they were bruising, he had to be. On days she was strong he had to be strong too.

“Hard to do that from behind bars.” He replied between kisses, he would let her go free right then if she’d just said the right words, even if she didn’t mean them.

She bit her lip, hard enough to draw blood and broke away from the kiss, her lips spreading in a mocking smile. “You’ll let me go, you always do.” He hated the certainty in her voice.

I Do Believe In Magic

Summary: Based on this post. AU 5x09 flashback, in which present day Oliver Queen actually time-travels back for a short visit to see Felicity in 2012, before she became his partner, before he’s supposed to be in love with her.

Also on AO3.

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STAR CITY, 2016

Oliver Queen stood stiffly before the computer called Gideon, watching as Nate Heywood hit a sequence of neon buttons that didn’t mean anything to him. Unknowingly, his thumb and index finger rubbed together anxiously at his side. The longer he waited, the more cracks began to form and spread like weeds through his chest, weakening his resolve.

“Are you sure this is the time you want to go to?” Nate stopped typing and glanced at him with concern.

Oliver swallowed once. No. He wasn’t sure at all.

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[GRUVIA FAN FICTION] For Our Tomorrow Chapter 7

It’s finally– FINALLY!– here!

For Our Tomorrow 

Chapter 7

Review at FF.net!


The mission hadn’t uncovered any clues on E.N.D. Neither had the mission after it or the one after that. Gray and Juvia both kept their eyes and ears open for any hint of their targets the entire way back to the village, but to no avail. No one had heard of the book, but everyone had heard of its master and eventually they realized rumors surfaced easily but rarely held merit. They would need to dig deeper and go after bigger prey with more sinister motives to find what they were seeking.

With Tartaros gone and Zeref in possession of the book, there was not much else to go off. They circled back to the village late in the evening three weeks later with nothing to show for their efforts but a few extra jewel and weary muscles. Gray had to admit that the idea of having his own space to rest in was tempting. Juvia had spoken highly of the things she wanted to do when they made it back to the house, and the closer they came the more he could feel his own anticipation build.

A warm bath. A good meal. A nice chair, fresh clothes, a bed in its own private room. Even after only two days in the house, it was still the most familiar place he had. It didn’t make it a home, but he couldn’t deny that Juvia had been right; having somewhere to base out of made the missions easier, and gave them somewhere to relax when leads were scarce. He liked having something to return too instead of drifting.

The trail diverged through the wood and narrowed, forcing them to walk single file instead of side by side. Gray led the way until it opened to the clearing and fence that surrounded the house. A package sat by the door and the light on the porch was on, but otherwise it looked exactly the same as they had left it, an awkward structure in the center of a forest.

“We’re back.”

“No, Gray-sama.” Juvia came beside him, the weariness in her body masked by the warmth of her face. “We are home.”

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The One Who Dried the Rain

Prompt:  Scene Re-write

Summary: It wasn’t raining anymore. All because of her.

The moment he heard she was missing, Ichigo searched for Rukia everywhere. Along with Inoue, he looked for her in all places they thought she could beHowever, Rukia was nowhere to be found. They had asked Renji, but he didn’t know, and Byakuya, who was still resting, didn’t seem to know either. Where are you? He questioned. She couldn’t have possibly disappeared. She must be somewhere close. He was sure of it. Ichigo and Inoue kept searching, eventually running into Rangiku and the others. But he didn’t ask for Rukia’s whereabouts, knowing she wasn’t there.

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A Leap Of Happiness // #BSPromptChallenge

Day 29: Home/House/Apartment

A/N: Little life update - I accepted an offer from my ideal university today! I’ve honestly been on cloud nine all day, I’m so happy. Anyways, enjoy this little fic as I prepare to finish this wonderful prompt challenge tomorrow (seriously can’t believe I’m almost finished it, it’s been a whirlwind!)


He knew he would give it to her eventually. The key to his apartment.

Even though they’d only been dating for a month, he could already feel himself becoming irritated at the constant moving between his place and her place - and he knew that she felt the same way. In fact, it had gotten to the point where they rarely went to her place anymore. Jane couldn’t remember the last time she was in her apartment, or had done a food shop for her place.

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anonymous asked:

Hello and welcome! Hope the blog goes well for you but make sure to take care of yourself too okay ^^ could I request Kuroo realising he wants his s/o to move in with him and then later somehow managing to ask ?

My first request! Thank you for this request and for your kindness, Anon. I had a lot of fun writing this, and I hope you enjoy reading it, too!


Kuroo watches as you rummage through his pantry from his spot on the couch, still clad in his sleepwear despite it being noon. Because you had decided to sleep over so suddenly last night - not that he minded - you had to borrow some of his clothes and were currently sporting his old Nekoma sweats, the ends pooling around your ankles adorably.

You return to your spot on the couch beside him, a bowl of cereal in your hands, and you lean right into his side, taking your time in getting comfortable before eating. You sit together in silence, the sounds of busy traffic outside filling the void. He absentmindedly untangles knots in your unbrushed hair as you scroll through your phone, and although it wasn’t much, the domesticity of the moment gave him an unexplainably warm feeling in his chest.

You wore no makeup, and your hair was a mess, but you were still beautiful in his eyes, the afternoon sun radiating off of you and giving you an angelic glow. Waking up beside you and spending a lazy day like this together wasn’t new, but it felt nice nonetheless. Complete, even. He wouldn’t mind spending everyday like this, he thought.

“I’m gonna run home and change into some clothes that actually fit me, and then I’ll come back here,” you tell him as you slip on your shoes. 

“I told you you could leave some of your stuff here. It’d make things a lot easier for both of us,” he sighs. You jump up and give him a peck on the lips before opening the front door.

“Sounds like I should just move in,” you joke, a smile tugging at your lips.

“You should.” It slips past his lips before he knows it, and a slight panic runs through him as he realizes that there’s some truth in his words. Thankfully, you don’t think too much into it, letting out light chuckle before walking out and closing the door behind you.

He remains in his position leaning against the wall, his wide eyes staring at the spot you had been standing in as he tries to calm his nerves. Did he really want you to live with him? He considers the pros and cons and fails to find any cons.  

If you lived with him, he could go to bed every night with you as the last thing he sees and wake up every morning with you as first thing he sees. He could see you in all your glory before you dolled yourself up for the day, your hair a bird’s nest and eyes groggy with sleep. He could learn all the strange and cute quirks you had, taste more of your home-cooking, create more memories with you. 

Living with you opened so many more doors for your relationship, and it was a big step forward. Nothing would change much, though, he realized. You already spent so much time with him there, and you owned your own set of keys, too. You practically live there already, as you only went home to change and sleep.

His phone buzzes in his pocket, shaking him from his thoughts, and he becomes aware that he hadn’t moved since you left. He makes his way to his room and checks his phone, finding a text from you. 

Just got home. Anything planned later?

Things would be much easier if you lived together, he thought. You wouldn’t have to text him about these things when you could just ask him yourself, and making plans would be so much simpler and quicker. He sends you a quick text before pulling on some jeans, deciding that he’s going to ask you to move in with him. It shouldn’t be too hard, right? It’s just one simple question.


“Babe, are you alright?” 

“Hm?”

He blinks, finding you staring at him with concerned eyes, your eyebrows furrowed together. He looks back at the TV, the end credits of the movie you had just watched scrolling up the screen. How long had he been staring like that? He shakes his head and looks back at you, the same worried look in your eyes.

“Yeah. Why?” he asks. Your lips form a thin line, not buying his answer. “I’m fine, really. There’s just some stuff that have been on my mind. No big deal.”

“Stuff? Like what?” You lean away from him to get a better look at his face, and he knows he can’t get himself out of this now. He hums quietly in an attempt to buy himself some time before replying, his hand tugging at yours. You allow him to bring your hand to his mouth, and he gently kisses your knuckles to soothe you.

“That’s not gonna work on me anymore,” you quipped, earning a throaty laugh from your boyfriend. He sighs and laces his hand with yours, giving it a quick squeeze before meeting your eyes.

“We’ve been dating for a while,” he murmurs, and you nod, unsure of what direction this conversation was going in. He clears his throat before continuing. “I was thinking the other day, when you slept over. Do you remember what you said before you left?”

The look in your eyes tells him no, and it drops his confidence down. If you didn’t remember, then it probably wasn’t such a big deal to you compared to him. 

“Well,” he starts, shifting in his seat, “you joked about moving in, and it got me thinking.”

He pauses to gauge your reaction, the gears in your head starting to turn at his words. He gives you a moment to contemplate his words and the implication behind them, and he almost regrets bringing it up because the silence drags on for what seems like forever. 

“So,” you finally speak, your voice barely above a whisper,” you want me to live with you?”

He nods once, his eyes searching yours for any signs that this wasn’t going in the direction he wanted. “That day, I was thinking about how nice it’d be to spend every day like that with you, and instead of just imagining it, I was wanting it, yearning for it, almost.”

He realizes that you haven’t moved a bit since he started speaking, and he tries his best to hide his disappointment. “I know it’s a big decision, and if you don’t want to-“

“Okay,” you interrupt, shocking both him an you.

“What? A-are you sure?”

“Yeah,” you confirm, the corners of your lips pulling up into a smile. “Let’s move in together!”

He pulls you into his arms in a tight embrace, an excited giggle leaving your lips as he pulls you against him. You can feel the nervous pounding of his heart through his chest, and a sense of endearment fills you as it dawns on you that something like this had such an effect on him. 

“We’re really doing this,” he breathes, his arms tightening their hold on you. “We’re really doing this!”

“We are,” you laugh. He keeps you pressed against him, like he was scared you would leave as soon as he let go, but he had nothing to worry about. You were never leaving him, and you had more time ahead of you to spend together just like this. When he finally pulls away, his cheeks are still flushed with excitement, his eyes slightly dewey from held back tears. 

“I love you,” he whispers, eyes locking with yours.

“I love you, too,” you repeat before leaning forward to press your lips against his.

Robcina Week 2017  Day 6 - New Parenthood

Title: New Parenthood

Description: Often Lucina feared that she didn’t have the faintest clue how to be a parent. After all, Morgan had come into her life so suddenly, in a time when she hadn’t even begun to consider having kids of her own. Yet, sometimes… somestimes it all seemed to come naturally.

Notes: Takes place one week following the events of Morgan’s recruitment chapter.

Words: 538


Lucina ran her hand through Morgan’s hair, gently brushing the aside the tangles bangs covering her forehead. The girl murmured softly, the words unintelligible, unconsciously shifting around in her sleep to curl tighter around Lucina. A small, contented smile rested on her lips, even as the rest of her features relaxed as she slipped further into a deeper sleep.

Lucina smiled too, continuing to comb her daughter’s hair with her free hand, the other wrapped around the Morgan’s midsection while she napped in the princess’ lap. Even now, a week on from when they’d first found Morgan within the Ruins of Time, Lucina still marveled at the girl’s features: so very like the man she loved but with several traits that were distinctly her. From her blue hair and eyes, to the shape of her nose, ears,  eyebrows, to the Brand of the Exalt traced upon the back of her hand there could be no doubt. She was their daughter.

Her daughter.

The soft brushing of parchment sliding against parchment came from next to her; Robin shifting a bit as he turned the page of the book resting in his lap before settling against her once more as he resulted reading. The flickering light of the candles resting on the nearby desk danced across the open pages, the black ink catching in the light. Outside the tent crickets chirped, an owl hooting in the distance among the rustle of the wind in the trees and the grass. The camp was still but for the crackle of distant campfires where those on watch still remained in their vigil while the rest slept.

Lucina sighed contently, leaning her head against Robin’s shoulder, making sure to avoid sudden moves that might wake the girl fast asleep in her lap. She wished it could always be like this: the three of them together, to simply enjoy the company of her newfound family. Just a week ago she had still been trying to figure out her and Robin’s relationship. But that was before Morgan. Now…

… now things had gotten both in some ways so much more complicated while in others much simpler. More often than not Lucina felt out of her depth when dealing with her daughter, fearing that she didn’t know the slightest about being a proper parent. It was all so much to take in, so much she was not prepared for. But then, in other times, in the moments like this, it all just felt so natural. Like it was meant to be.

Morgan murmured again, her eyelids twitching slightly, a hand groping for where Lucina’s rested at her side. Lucina slipped her hand around Morgan’s giving it a gentle squeeze that stilled the girl’s fidgeting. With another soft murmur Morgan settled back again, her final words trailing off into a sigh, her smile returned.

Yes. For all the challenges parenthood had brought, for all she still had to learn before she could be a proper mother to Morgan, Lucina knew in all her heart she wouldn’t have it any other way. For as suddenly as Morgan had come into her life, she already couldn’t imagine a world without her as a part of their family.

Morgan.

Her daughter.

Day 6

Apology

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Apologies had a way of pouring out of Prompto, as though words themselves were a physical thing. The tremble in his hands, the thick beat of his pulse in hands that cling too tightly. It was an easy gesture for Noctis to return. There wasn’t much holding him together either. It was simpler to wrap himself up, sinking deep into Prompto’s skin and scent, desperate hands and rough lips.
There’d been plenty of time to figure this all out once. Now there was just whatever was left to exist between the gasps. He hadn’t meant to be gone again so soon.

“Running Away”

A fic I’ve had on the backburner for a long time ever since @thickerthanectoplasm destroyed me with clone angst. 

Valerie doesn’t know how long she lays in bed waiting for her alarm to go off. She didn’t know how much sleep she’d gotten, if any. Last night she’d gotten back from hunting -alone- spoke maybe three words to her dad and locked her door before falling into bed and stayed there until she had to slap her alarm quiet before it could let out a second blare.

Going through the morning routine helped. First she showers with the apartment’s lukewarm water, brushes her hair and teeth, stands in front of her closed closet before deciding to pick out an outfit from her dresser, instead. Breakfast is cereal she eats maybe three entire bites from, then she goes to the roof and suits up so she can ride her glider above the commuters circulating sluggishly through the streets on her way to school.

Danny isn’t in Homeroom. Tucker dutifully raises his hand and explains that he was “really sick” to Lancer, who shakes his head while marking his clipboard.

For the rest of class, Valerie ignores the itch on the back of her neck where Manson is glaring three seats behind her.

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How to leave me:

1) Remember that it’s going to be the worst thing I’ve ever been through, and I will cry for days at a time, blaming myself and wondering what I did wrong
2) Tell me that you tried, and that you didn’t understand all of the promises you made to me when I begged you to never leave me
3) Know that I never meant to act the ways I did, I didn’t know what I was doing
4) Tell me that when you fell in love with me it was a simpler time, and that things have just been really hard lately
5) Remember that you already have my entire heart and that when it breaks you’ll probably feel it too, but I won’t blame you when you hand it back to me and say you didn’t mean to do it
6) Tell me that I taught you something about loving someone so much it hurts
7) Know that I gave you everything I had and I hoped it was enough, but I don’t blame you for wanting more
8) Tell me that you tried, that everything we planned was truly what you wanted, but we’ve grown up since then and plans change and it can’t be helped
9) Hold me one last time before you go, so that I can go to sleep that night thinking about the warmth you brought into my life before you took it with you

—  r.j, how to break my heart
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Hanbin Angst/Fluff

Request:Hii, Can you please make a sad B.I X reader scenario? Probably like a break up and make up scenario? Thaanks^^

Request: Heyy, can you please make an angst scenario with ikon’s hanbin? So today’s your birthday and you were hoping that Hanbin would do something for you since you havent met him for a long time. Hearing no news from him, you went to YG and heard that Hanbin knows that today is your birthday but he didn’t make a plan cause he thought that album comes first.

A/N: Sorry this took so long!! So i started working on this request when i got another one that was similar to the direction i was heading! i hope thats okay It’s kind of long i hope you like it 

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Out of the Park

Part Eight
Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader
Word Count: 1875
Warnings: Language, mentions of a fight. Arguing. 

A/N: This part is a little slow, but hang in there with me. Next part is a little … anyway. Just hang in there with me.

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Ladynoir July Day 12: Rooftop Kiss

Note: This is a direct continuation of the previous day. This is the reveal for this storyline, so if that’s what you’re here for, then welcome!

A heads up for new readers. All of my Ladynoir July stories are one story, so I suggest reading them in order for everything to make sense. Here’s a link to day one.

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