this took me two days omg

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inspiration for witches

  • witches of the forest and the night - they change into wolves during the day and roam the green forest of trees searching for fellow caged creatures. The set free winged and wise owls under the moon, that illuminates their pearl feathers.
  • witches of the winter and stars - foggy winter evenings become hues of blue filled with starry nights for the witches. they live in old victorian schools surrounded by trees made dead by the harsh cold season. they wear bewitched moonstones around their necks that turn them into deers enchanting the frozen forest…
  • witches of the sea and precious gems - these witches live and breathe the sacred salty air of the shore. they use precious gems to channel their inner soul to undulate crashing waves into the grey sea. they dance and drown beneath the crystal watery surface like silver sea-sirens.
  • witches of burning fire and flames - golden wreathed witches filled with the radiance of bright fire and flames. they use blazing candles to illuminate the darkness in their cathedral of trees. their familiars are foxes as red as the sun and as sly as smoke from their fires. 
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OMG finally I’ve done it! It took me about two weeks but I’ve done it xD 

My Foxes. My boys. *-* I’m still trying to recover, yeah… However, every time I spot a post with a quote from aftg, I read it then look for it in the book and read the whole page, and you know what? I always feel the moment, but every time that feeling is going deeper.

Here, have a seductive Yuri Plisetsky at a masquerade ball, just because.

(This was me practicing making my lineart neater and using bolder colors. I think I did okay?)

Rude mother gets owned

So, up until some years ago, my family and I always used to go skiing at the same place, and we’d all carry walkie talkies on us to quickly let each other know where we were and where we shall meet. Those walkie talkies had a frequency which you could choose at your will (eg my dad once entered another person’s frequency and constantly disturbed their conversations by just interrupting them all the time), and of course they were quite loud.

So on the day where this took place, I drove down all the way to the big ski lift with the gondulas and tried to catch one alone (as I always tried), but of course to no avail, as a woman and her son entered with me. No one talked and the only noise that could be heard was a quiet whistling noise from my phone every 20 seconds or so. To clarify, I was 13, and in hindsight I could see how that was annoying, but try telling this to a 13 year old brat.

After one or two minutes of this, the mother started loudly talking to her son how rude I was being. Me being a rather unconfrontial kid, I just ignored them which somehow led them to believe that I mustn’t speak german (dutch and french people were very common there, and since I’m swiss I understood them). So they gossiped about me, more and more. About one minute before we arrived at the top of the mountain, my mom asked me something (in swiss german, of course), and I took the walkie talkie, looked the mother in the eyes and calmly answered to my mom in swiss german. She went pale and stared at me in disbelief and shame. The doors open, I take my skis and walk away, not before wishing the woman a nice day - in german.

Tl;dr woman assumed I don’t understand my native language, makes a fool out of herself

Edit: two words

RukiHime Week Day 1: Happiness

Orihime loved Rukia’s art so she decided to bring one of her works into life. (•ؔʶ̷ ˡ̲̮ ؔʶ̷)✧ The face Rukia made when she surprised her with a life-sized plushie of Chappy was priceless.

Day 7: Head injury - Shiro

I honest to God didn’t think I was going to write anything for today, because I couldn’t get past the first sentence. This is kind of a train wreck but ya know what? I’m gonna post it anyways lol. I apologize in advance. Also there’s a vomit warning.


Shiro has it all at his fingertips. He’s at the top of his class, he’s on an athletic scholarship for football and is about to lead his team to victory in their first game of the season.

This is his second year as starting quarterback, first year as team captain. He’s standing in the locker room right before the game is to begin, bouncing on his heels as anxiety and anticipation rolls down his spine in waves. He’s nervous, yes, but he’s also excited.

He’s been waiting for this game all summer, this is what he’s been training for, this is what he’s been waiting for. This is it.

“Ready?” Lance asks, clapping Shiro on the back.

“More than ready,” Shiro grins, shoving his helmet on his head. “Are you?”

“Absolutely, captain. Let’s go show these bitches who’s boss,” he says, a shiteating grin on his face.

Shiro chuckles, and then they’re all running out onto the field.


The other team is pounding them hard. It’s nearing the end of the third quarter, and it feels like Shiro’s been pounded on more this game than in his entire football career.

It’s the last tackle that really screws him over.

His head ricochets off the ground, and he’s not sure if he goes unconscious or not, but when he opens his eyes, the team’s athletic trainer and their coach is hovering over him, concern in their eyes and on their faces.

His ears are ringing. Everything sounds muffled, and his vision is fuzzy around the edges.

“-iro! Shiro! Can you hear me?” Hunk asks, his eyebrows furrowed together.

His head throbs. “Huh?”

“Are you hurt anywhere?” His coach demands, eyes running up and down Shiro’s body quickly, looking for any obvious injuries.

There’s a cloud settled over his brain, and he struggles to comprehend what’s going on. “I don’t…what?”

Then there’s a light shining in his eyes. He groans, the light causing the throbbing and pain to spike.

“Pupils are dilated,” he hears someone say. He tries to place who’s talking, but his vision is blurring, and his head hurts, and everything is fading in and out.

“Shiro, look at me. Look at me, can you move your legs?”

Shiro, through the fog, manages to move each limb slowly.

Hunk sighs in relief. “Good. Good. That’s good. We’re going to get you off the field and back to the locker room, okay?”

And then something is being strapped around his head and neck, someone rolls him on his side, and he’s being loaded up onto something.

He feels himself being hoisted up, and everything goes dark.


When Shiro comes to, his head is still throbbing, and he’s in the locker room.

“Good evening,” Hunk says, coming into Shiro’s line of vision. “Glad you could join us. How are you feeling?”

Shiro puts a hand to his head, squeezes his eyes shut and let’s out a moan of pain.

“Why…d-does…nnngh…my head.”

“What do you remember?”

He groans, struggling against whatever it is strapping him down. “I have to go…I have a game…I have to play.”

Hunk puts his hands on Shiro’s shoulders, soothing him, “you need to relax and stay still. I’m not sure if you have any neck or spinal injuries. That was a pretty bad hit.”

Shiro squints. “Did we win? Why…nnngh…my head.”

“The game is still going. You whacked your head pretty hard,” Hunk frowns, “we’re just waiting on an ambulance, I think you have a concussion. Do you feel sick at all?”

“A little.”

“Are you going to be sick?” Hunk asks, preparing to get him on his side.

“No…I refuse. I don’t n-need…nnngh…an ambulance. I’m f-fine.”

The pain is staggering and is coming in waves

Hunk rolls his eyes, “you do too. You also need a CT scan.”

Shiro’s eyes glaze over, “wh-when does the game…nnngh…s-start? Why does my h-head hurt? Can I have some Advil?”

“You were playing, you hit your head and have a concussion. You can’t have any Advil yet, not until they take scans.”

“Why am I strapped down? What happened?”

Hunk sees him begin to panic.

“Shiro, relax,” Hunk soothes, putting a hand on his cheek.

“I don’t…it hurts,” Shiro whimpers, voice breaking as tears fill his eyes, “what happened?”


Shiro is asleep in a hospital bed. Heavy pain meds have gotten dulled the pain significantly, and anti-nausea meds stop the vomiting so he can finally get some sleep.

As soon as he was loaded into the ambulance, he began throwing up. He didn’t stop until he got to the hospital and they were able to administer the meds, so on top of the concussion, he’s dehydrated as well.

Luckily, he doesn’t have any neck or spinal cord injuries, but he does have a severe concussion.

One that’s going to take him out the rest of the season.

Shiro opens his eyes with a groan. Even though the pain meds get rid of the pain, and he’s no longer nauseous to the point of vomiting, he’s queasy and can still feel a dull throbbing.

His entire body hurts from the tackles, and he just wants to go back to sleep.

“You’re awake!” Hunk says, “how do you feel?”

“Uh…tired…queasy…head hurts.”

Hunk sighs, “yeah, you’ll probably feel that way for a while. Go back to sleep.”

“How was the game?” He asks, fighting to stay conscious.

“We won.”

“Is coach mad?”

“Why would he be mad?”

“Because I was out the rest of the game…did I play? I don’t remember anything.”

“You played, but you have a concussion. Coach and the rest of the team are in the waiting room. Do you want to see them, or go back to sleep?”

“Sleep,” Shiro mumbles, darkness already pulling him under.

Phillip “Lip”  Gallagher Imagine

Pairing: Lip Gallagher x reader
Warnings: cussing, sadness, cuteness
Description: You and Lip are best friends and you finally confess how you feel to him
Requested: nope
A/N: this is my first imagine so bare with me, I still hope you enjoy it :) this also took me too long to write omg like I thought maybe three days because I’ve done it before oh NO. This took me two weeks yALL


Originally posted by heavenatniiight

You had been best friend’s with Lip ever since he cussed out a boy that was harassing you in grade school. You thanked him for weeks until he finally laughed it off, and since then you two have been as thick as thieves. Throughout your school career with him, all you saw was this big brother that would gladly beat up anyone for you. He was always there for you, and you spent more time with him than you did your own family.

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DAY-5~Mermaid

In which Soo is an adventurous sailor that got stranded on an isolated island, and during his alone time discovering the area, he found out the existence of a beautiful mermaid named Jongin (who happens to fall for the little man because i’m a sucker for fantasy aus)

DAY-1 . DAY-2 . DAY-3 . DAY-4 . DAY-5 . DAY-6 . DAY-7(my personal fav) . DAY-8

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ANOTHER KLANCE FIC. Take it. :V 
Prompt from here!

Summary: Keith gets stranded in an unknown city on a cold day with no way to get home. He calls Lance to come pick him up, not knowing that Lance is already sick and should be resting instead.



Last bus: 10:45PM

Next bus: 6:15AM

Keith stares at the sign. His shoulders sag, his breath leaving him in a cloud of white.

He’s doomed. He’s stuck in a city miles away from his own house, and he’s just missed the last bus of the night.

Shivering, he brushes the snow off of a bench and sets his bags down on top of it. His fingers feel like they’re turning to ice, so he shoves his hands into his jacket pockets, trying to keep his body from shaking too badly.

This is all his fault. He’d been the one who had been insistent on coming all the way here. He’d taken a bus after lunch, travelling miles and miles from home just to reach this obscure city–it was the only one that happened to have motorbike parts he needed, and he’d planned his trip so he could navigate using his phone and get back before it got dark.

As it turned out, he’d ended up getting miserably lost in the city, and his phone had died on him due to the cold weather. After spending hours wandering around, he’d finally found his way back to a train station on the other side of the town.

And the last bus left half an hour ago. Just his luck.

He doesn’t know anything about this city, doesn’t have anywhere to stay for the night. It’s too far to walk back, and it’s too cold to sleep out here.

He glances up. The snow slants as it falls from the gaping sky, snowflakes turning gold in the sparse light of nearby streetlights. Shivering, he pulls his jacket closer around him, the spare change in his pocket rattling from the movement.

Change. There’s a payphone across the street.

Keith hates bothering people, especially when it’s this late at night. There are not that many people that he trusts enough to bother in the first place, and most of them are unavailable. Hunk is out of town, Shiro and Allura live too far away, Pidge doesn’t have her own car yet. But maybe if he asks nicely enough, he can convince Lance to drive him back.

He picks up his bags, wincing as his fingertips brush against the frigid bench railings, and starts off to cross the street. This is a bad idea, he’s sure, but he’s tired and cold and he can think of nothing better.

He just really, really wants to be home.

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“It’s really simple for friends to become lovers. Just one of the two, needs to take that one step closer. With this one step, the relationship between the two will change entirely. Just like this.”

“One step, that one step never existed between Gook Doo and me. But that day, that person, took one step closer to me.”

dvastatedr  asked:

Hi. I felt like I creep I spent the whole day reading all your Voltron Family AU prompts. And when I say all, I mean all 44 pages in your blog. It was a lot but so worth it. I cried, I laughed and cried again. It's just so fluffy and wholesome I felt like I witnessed a whole family grow. If I could give a prompt, what if one of the daddies caught one of the boys watching lewd videos? Hilarity ensues, I hope? :) Thank you again and you're amazing for doing this for a year!

Dude. OMG? That’s hella lot. I hope you took a break and all that. But thank you! This dedication makes me smile :’D <3

[The Voltron Family] It was Lance. Of course it had to be Lance out of his two boys. Hunk wouldn’t do such a thing, that perfect angel of his. Lance, however, Keith knew one day it was going to happen but not this early.

Keith was walking down the hallway after doing his business in the bathroom when he passed by Lance’s room. The door was slightly opened and he saw his son watching… lewd videos. Keith’s eyes widened in shock and quickly made his way back to the master bedroom, a hand on his chest. He couldn’t tell Shiro about it, it was embarrassing enough that he saw it himself. 

He had to deal with this alone.

So he walked back to Lance’s room quickly and knocked. He heard “Uh! Just a sec!” and Keith had to close his eyes and prayed to all the possible gods that could hear him. After a loud strained “Come in!” from Lance, Keith went inside and saw that Lance’s laptop displayed Google homepage. Of all things! A Google homepage. How lame could his son even get?

Keith: *eyes the bed suspiciously and sits down beside Lance* Sweetheart.
Lance: Hmmmm? *smiles*
Keith: You’re 15 now. *furrows eyebrows*
Lance: I am aware, yes. *nods*
Keith: *gulps* There are things that are—well… inevitable, you could say. You’re at the peak of your curiosity and you tend to… well, for the lack of better word, get curious about things—certain things. And you might think there’s only a linear way to get things done, but you see, that’s not really the case. 
Lance: *confused* Daddy Keith, I’m not quite sure I’m following?
Keith: *sighs and looks up* I’m a damn best-selling author and I can’t even articulate words. Oh my god. I’ll need reinforcements. 

And by reinforcements, Keith meant Shiro. He quickly told his husband about it and he was expecting Shiro to be shocked, but instead, he was highly amused. They both went back to Lance’s bedroom and faced their son.

Shiro: *smirks* Your Daddy Keith saw you watching por—
Keith:lewd videos. I caught you watching lewd videos.
Lance: *blushes in embarrassment* *buries face in his hands* Oh my god. 
Shiro: *laughs* Don’t be embarrassed, Lance. *stops to rethink* Actually, no, you should be embarrassed. It’s pretty much the law that you need to lock your door when you’re planning on watching… *looks at Keith pointedly* lewd stuff.
Keith: *crosses arms* *mouths* Thank. You.
Lance: I don’t know what came over me. I kinda just—
Shiro: *hums in amusement* That’s what we all say.
Keith: Shiro. Not helping. *glares*
Shiro: *chuckles* Okay, but seriously. It’s normal. You’re a teenage boy and we’ve all been there.
Lance: *snorts* Yeah, I could understand you. But Daddy Keith probably hasn’t even wat—
Keith: *still crossing his arms while shifting his weight* I have.
Lance: *head snaps towards Keith* YOU WHAT?
Shiro: *smirks while looking at Keith*
Keith: *gulps and looks away* I had to find out somehow that I’m ace, yknow?
Lance: Ohohohoh! So, what? It didn’t work for you?
Keith: *groans* Yeah, it didn’t. Nothing did. 
Lance: Oh my god. *chuckles* So how do you get rid of it then? *glances at Shiro and comes to a realization* Oh my god. Does Daddy Shi—
Keith: I take a cold shower, okay?! *panics* What were you even thinking?!
Lance: *laughs* I wasn’t even thinking of—
Keith: Yes, you were! And to answer that, no
Lance: Oh. *looks at Shiro expectantly*
Shiro: *winks*
Keith: Takashi, stop giving our son the wrong idea. *rolls eyes*
Shiro: *pouts* He takes a cold shower… with me. *winks*
Keith: Oh my god. *has had enough* Your father and I don’t do anything in the showers aside from showering just to clear that up.
Shiro: Boo. You’re no fun. *frowns*
Keith: Who even is the child here? *points at Shiro and Lance* *shakes head*
Lance: *goes to hug Shiro* It’s okay, Daddy Shiro. One day, you and Daddy Keith will have fun in the showers.
Shiro: *hugs back* *sniffs dramatically* I hope so, too, Lance. I just want a little hugging and kissing—
Keith: I’m right here!!!
Lance: *looks at Keith* *laughs* Sorry, what was it again?
Keith: What I was trying to say all along was, in case you want to have other options when we’re all at home, you should just take a long cold shower.
Shiro: Or clench your thigh muscles really hard if you wanna go the medical way, yknow just to give you more options aside from the shower. *thoughtful*
Lance: *steps back* Wow. All of these just because I accidentally clicked an ad and I didn’t know how to get rid of it, so it started playing a video.
Keith: YOU WHAT?
Lance: *laughs* Yeah, my bad, my bad. But yeah, honestly thanks for the tips I guess? I’ll keep them in mind. 
Shiro: *smiles* Oh, also, peeing. 
Keith: *looks at Shiro in disbelief*
Shiro: What? In case of morning problems! 

Lost | Jumin x MC Fanfic

Fandom: Mystic Messenger (MysMe)

Pairing: Jumin Han x Reader/MC/You

Summary: You lost Elizabeth 3rd and Jumin said something that hurt your feelings badly. The idea of the story is per requested by these two lovely people:

Genre: Since it was requested to be Angst. It is dundundununnnn Angst!

Author’s Note: I hope I did some justice!!! Omg I’m so sorry Jumin is my bby and I hurt him badly I am hurt too. No spoilers ahead! I just thought of a scenario between Days 7-9 where in canon, she really went missing. But I took it from there~~ and omg thank u for loving the way i write!!! These asks gets me through the daysss


“Elizabeth? Where are you?” Your voice is the only sound that could be heard on these empty hallways. “Hey… It’s time for your meal…”

Nothing.

Silence.

You pondered at why no white haired furball is prancing towards your way at this time of the day like the usual. Where is she? You started looking from every nook and cranny of the penthouse only to find nothing. Now, now, where did that cat go?

Your heart raced enough for you to feel it pounding violently against your chest, growing afraid of what might have happened. Different ideas started forming inside your head from the bad to the worst ones. You didn’t give up though, you tried to look for her once more as that it’s now time for her lunch meal. You promised Jumin you’d look after her while he’s going on a business trip to Hong Kong today and he was relieved since you didn’t want to come and he couldn’t possibly bring Elizabeth 3rd with him. Two of his most prized possessions in the world are together under his roof.. what could possibly go wrong?

Seconds turned to minutes as you felt a cold sweat break into your forehead, panic growing inside you. Where did she go? She was just here this morning! You asked one of the securities if they’ve seen her run or prancing around but to no avail.. they saw nothing. You even asked them to take you to the CCTV room of the building just to check every corner of the house.

Still, no luck.

What are you going to do?

Jumin’s flight is scheduled to go back at tonight and you promised to welcome him together with Elizabeth 3rd on his door steps.

You felt panic rise up to your head as you frantically jogged back to jumin’s penthouse with trying to find her once more racing up your mind. It’s still a quarter to one; there’s a lot of time left.. but your hopes are slowly being burned like a candle that’s gone small at the possibility of finding the cat within the building premises today. What if she escaped once more? Or she jumped from the penthouse to the ground? That couldn’t be! It’s too high up! Cats do have the tendency to land perfectly on their feet but still! What if she’s been stolen?

What will you do?

It’s been three hours… three hours of desperation and no luck involved in finding Elizabeth. The worst of the worst has already been bugging your mind. It’s now time for Jumin to know. You lost Elizabeth… you’re careless.. you don’t deserve to be with him. How can you lose a domestic pet inside its own habitat anyway?

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Finally caught his scamming ass! I screwed with this guy for about 2-3 days now (he had the audacity to say he values fast responses but took a full day to answer me for my first two texts) and I was WAITING for him to ask the golden question.
Bank info.
Nice try. Let’s forget the fact that I can’t post the whole convo, which was a hot mess of typos, shit that didn’t even make sense “not a single atom of lie”, despite the fact that he was lying. I deadass called him out “I’ve seen guys pretending to be women before” and this man was so dense that he didn’t respond to it. “Oh that’s not good”. Also gave me tons of “historical facts” about Egypt, where he was supposedly raised until he moved to the US and his parents died in a tragic accident. 🙄🙄 He thinks I’m in Pre-Med, but the truth of the matter is, I’m double majoring in World History and Archaeology, with a minor in Chinese.I specialize in Asian, Scandinavian, and Egyptian history. I KNEW his history facts were complete bullshit. Said he loves how Norwegians speak Dutch (This is priceless, my native language is Norwegian, and my family immigrated from Norway) after I mentioned that I was Scandinavian. Talks about all these “businesses” he owns, like hanging “dry sheetwall” (that’s not a thing, by the way. Drywall and Sheetrock, however, are).
DUBAI IS NOT IN EGYPT.
BLACKLIST THIS PIECE OF SHIT, PLEASE. I know a lot of new SBs aren’t good at screening and people like this WILL get you. This conversation was literally one hot mess and my mascara is smudged from laughing so hard that I cried. If someone using these pictures contacts you on SA using the name Sophia (the last name has been Brittany and Barrymore so far) DO NOT RESPOND. It is a man, and he is a scammer. Block him. If someone offers you trips, jewels, money, whatever you want, right off the bat, they’re likely a scam.

Don’t respond to this man, girls. SCREEN SCREEN SCREEN. Seriously. Keep yourselves safe FIRST. You’re safety IS THE MOST IMPORTANT THING.

As for how I feel about him?


Miss me with that stupid shit.

SILF = Sim I’d Like to F…ondle

There’s surely a sim out there, you’d like to fondle… Well, it’s time to tell it to everyone. Don’t be shy!

RULES: Choose a sim made by an another simblr you’d like to fondle if he/she was real… and then tag 5 simblrs.

*If you can find a picture of your SILF, it’s better but not mandatory.

My SILF is…

Omg, it took me like two days to admit it… So… Despite the fact that I hate rich Russian boys, I know personally at least two guys going under Volkov name (it means ‘wolf’ btw, did you know it?), and I’d never in my life f… ondle any of them, I admit YES MOTHER FUCKING OF GOD I ADMIT…

My SILF is…

Yulian Volkov by @furiouslydecaffinated.

Here, I said it. Now it’s your turn.

@beverlyallitsims, @neopixiesims, @simsomedia, @tinwhistletoo, @mysimblruniverse, @randomcoffeesimmer, @simpyre, @blackthornsims, @sim-bubble, @shysimblr, @eslanes, @simcataris, @rethdis-love, @thefoxandhersimblr, @fatpandasims, @inquisitive-simmer, and I’ve already tagged way more than five of you, sorry not sorry :p

Ps. I was tagged by @stories4sims, btw, thank you so much, my dude ♥

idk what to call it

Error sighed as he walked into his and inks shared little home. “ink I’m back” he yelled, hearing his own voice echo out through the windows into the void, but strangely there was no response.

Error crocked a brow “ink?” he yelled again, finding it a bit weird that the other skeleton wasn’t home right now. “must have run into some friends of his” error murmured to himself, yawning and running a hand over his face.

He was tired and just wanted to laze around. So badly that he didn’t see his colourful boyfriend giggling behind the doorframe. Stretching his arms above his head error slowly moved to the living room looking around in the hopes of seeing ink sleeping on the couch, but at last ink was still nowhere in his sight.

Ink chuckled a little and sneaked after error trying his hardest not to make a noise. As he cached sight of error again he sneaked a bit closer and quickly hiding behind the couch as error turned around and walked over to an little basket in the corner of the room, the place where he kept his glasses and knitting stuff.

With error distracted ink got closer and closer until he was right behind the other skeleton. An smirk appeared on his face as he reached out his arms in a grabbing stands, ready to attack. He chuckled again making error perk up and turn around. “ink are you th..” error didn’t get to finish his sentence as ink swooped him up in the air yelling “HUG ATTACK” into errors ears (?) smiling brightly.

Error keened loudly as ink started swaying him around a bit, giggling and squeezing him tightly, error didn’t know what to think of this, this was to sudden he wasn’t used to this. his eyes filled themselves up with error sighs making him blind to the world around him “i-iNk puT-T me D-Down” he said glitching taking over his voice.      

Ink stopped swinging noticing the glitchy words “sorry, sorry” he mumbled quickly setting error down on his own feet and letting him go. “are you oke there pal?” ink said with a bit of worry in his voice.

Error, who for a matter of fact was still blind started to blindly (get it?) feel around him as he was trying to get a hold of something, anything. Seeing this ink gently took hold of errors hand. “was that a bit sudden for you?” he asked trying to keep voice a bit low.

Error tried to smile a bit “maybe a bit” he squeezed inks hand a lightly, trying to get some grounding as if he was making sure ink was really there “you got me, you got me good I’ll give you that” he said a smirk taking over his face.

Ink giggled “do I get a victory prize?” ink spoke, wiggling his brow bones (logic isn’t a thing here) a bit, to which the still blinded error was unaware to.

Error blinked a few times trying to clear out the error sighs in his eyes “victory prize?” he asked the error sighs starting to fade a bit “What do you want then” ink smiled softly “I think I know something”

Ink to a hold of errors other hand making error turn to face him “just hold still please” ink said slowly leaning in close. error was about to ask why until he felt a soft breath ghosting over his teeth. Error blinked a few more times finally freeing his eyes from the error sighs giving him the ability to see once more.

“ink” error whispered softly looking straight (or gay bedum tsss….. I’ll let myself out) into inks eyes. Ink smiled softly getting a bit closer “may I?” ink whispered letting another breath travel over error teeth.

Error didn’t know how to answer he was to enchanted by inks eyes and how they were full of gently affection, so he just nodded.

Ink leaned forwards the last bit gently pressing his teeth to errors is a sweet skeleton kiss. Error hummed into the kiss and let his eyes slide shut and giving inks hands a squeeze. After a minute ink pulled back slowly and smiled. “was that better?”

Error said nothing for a while before letting out a small laugh “yeah that was nice” ink gave a little chuckle himself and leaned his head onto errors shoulder sighing softly.

“you’re touchy today” error said with a smile, leaning his head against inks. ink only hummed nuzzling a bit into errors shoulder “and you’re warm” he said into the others shoulder. Error blushed at the words and looked away his cheeks tinted yellow. Ink laughed softly and nuzzled his head into errors neck.

“why do I put up with you?”  error asked, ink only smiled and pulled back to look error in the eye “because you love me” error pouted “sadly I do” ink giggled “I love you to” 

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welp i told you i suck at writing

sorry it took so long i was a bit busy and lazy the last few days but yeah have a bit of errorink floof

ps: it’s based of the draw where ink is picking error up and a draw were they smooths 

Submitted by  idk-likesomeone

Unu says: OMG, this is super cute! I was so happy to find this in my inbox, I enjoyed readin this and I can absolutely see these two interact like this. Thank you, I’m so glad I inspired you this much - I honestly wish I could draw this, it’s so perfect! <3

Stockings - Adam Henrique (smut)

Requested by anon: Hola Marta! (That’s entirely all the spanish I know) can I request a smutty imagine of Adam Henrique where you receive him wearing stockings and his jersey after a win? If the girl could be in the thicker side it would awesome :) Thanks Amor (I know two spanish words apparently)

A/N: OMG YOU ARE SO SWEET THAT WAS ADORABLE UGH I’LL TEACH YOU MORE SPANISH. I hope you like this, amor. I’m sorry it took so long.

Word count: 1427

Warnings: DIRTY SMUT PLEASE BATHE ME WITH HOLY WATER.

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Originally posted by faulker

Have you gained weight again? You ask yourself while spinning around in front of the mirror. The jersey feels a little tighter around your thighs, or at least that’s how you see it, but you do not have time to change, Adam is about to get home.

You have been planning this all day, buying a nice lingerie set and stockings on your lunch break. Adam has been away, playing games on the other side of the country during the last two weeks, coming home for a day or two and leaving again the next day, so you can’t wait to have a nice night with him without worrying about him having to leave early in the morning or you having to go to work.

You hear the sound of the garage door going up and give yourself a last look on the mirror, from your perfectly curled hair to your heels, frowning a little over your thighs, before walking towards the bed and laying on your stomach, waiting for your boyfriend.

“(y/n), I’m home.” I hear him yelling from the front door, clearly excited for his win tonight.

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When He Was Mine

Summary: You are left broken hearted after your boyfriend breaks up with you over accusations of flirting with the avengers (+ mainly Bucky). Upset, you go to Bucky and Steve’s apartment and they help you out. (Bucky also has a crush on you tho, and apologises)

Words: 721

Warnings: language

I came up with this idea randomly so I hope its good! Hope you like it, enjoy! I will probably do a part 2 as this started to get large, so let me know if you would like a part 2. Emma Xx

Originally posted by gothicclownqueen


The words rang through your head, echoing down the corridors of your apartment and swarming everything you touched. Dougie had consumed your life and everything which surrounded you, and for him to be cast away from your life, totally ruined your whole existence.

Everything he touched.

Everything he spoke of; he liked.

“St… Steve?” you whimpered, snuffling as you cleared your throat slightly. Steve instantly realised the soft and tender voice echoing down the phone and raced to the door, unlocking it ready for you to appear in a while. “Y/N? What’s happened?” he panicked, nodding over to Bucky who instantly seemed alerted. “I went to pick Dougie up from the bar and… and he was there with like three girls and when I asked him what he was doing…” you sniffled, “he yelled at me. It’s all my fault!” you wailed. “He said I’ve been flirting with you guys and shit. So he went off the rails and he’s basically single now,” you wept, your voice cracking slightly as you finished your sentence.

“Ok, come round, we are both in and we can talk and stuff,” replied Steve, dismissing your language which he would normally pick up on. Glancing to Bucky, he softened his face as he put down the phone. “She’s coming round,” stated Steve, easing off his seat with his coffee mug.

“Oh ok,” replied Bucky, hiding his slight excited-ness at your presence. “Err, is it wrong to ask why?”

“Dougie thinks she was flirting with us and the rest of the team. He took it so far he went out drinking and he had three girls hanging off him when she got there,” sighed Steve, placing his mug in the sink and binned an empty can of beer. “That’s fucked up,” exclaimed Bucky, easing himself down onto the sofa.

“Hey watch the language!” chirped Steve. “But I do agree though,”

“I mean, I am a way better boyfriend! I would never do that to anyone! God, and especially Y/N. She is so nice, you know. And she would never try to hurt anyone!” spouted Bucky, never seeming to end his personal conversation. “I know you like her and all, and maybe this is some kind of chance for you, but not right now, please. She is still heart-broken even though she will be happy it’s over in the end. Just lay it off, for today at least,” warned Steve, reaching for the TV remote.

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“Hey Y/N,” welcomed Steve, ushering you through the door and into his arms. “Heyyyy, alright calm down, lets get through the door and we can talk,” assisted Steve, clutching your frame as you wept into his shoulder. Nodding through the tears, you walked through to the main living room to where Bucky was sat on the sofa, looking over to you. “Omg, Y/N, come here!” called Bucky, opening his arm up for you to sit with him. “What happened?” he asked, wiping away a tear from under your eye. Sighing, and stifling the urge to weep once more, you began: “Well Dougie was never very comfortable with me working around guys like you two and Clint and Thor and stuff. So one day he saw me training with Clint I think and we were sparring and so we were having a good time, but he totally took it the wrong way and went off the rails. I came home and he was in the worst mood and he said he was going out, so I went along with it, thinking he was gonna blow off some steam. Turns out, when I go to look for him, he is totally letting loose and making out with girls. I threw a drink at him and left. I think he followed me out but I just screamed we are over and then left,” you spouted, turning to Bucky to see his face soft and mellow.

“I just wish he at least trusted me. It’s stupid I know but-“

“-Hey, it’s not stupid. He should have trusted you in your profession, even if it did mean you were surrounded by hot muscly men!” he laughed at the end, peering down at himself. Smirking over to you, you peered over to Steve who was trying hard to hold it in. “Aaha, yeah. That’s a thing,” you smiled.

Undisclosed Love Affair

Originally posted by kulo-ren

The sound of pencils moving across paper was the only thing to be heard in the student lounge that afternoon. Y/N and Jughead sat next to each other, however kept enough distance in order to draw no attention to them. They had been together for over a month, but chose to keep it a secret from everyone, including their friends. They had both agreed that a futile label from everyone was the only thing they were missing and they were okay with that. 

Archie sat next to Veronica. Betty sat next to Kevin. All as it usually was in Riverdale. However, when the sound of robust laughter rang through the room, they instantly knew trouble was following close behind. Reggie and his friends. 

Y/N and Jughead despised Reggie. His arrogance filled every room he stepped in and suffocated anyone in its path. They exchanged looks and braced themselves for the show that was about to happen. 

And so Reggie arrived. He wore a smug look on his face and crossed his arms over his chest. “Oh look, it’s my best friends,” he ridiculed, sitting on the arm of the couch Jughead and Y/N had been sitting on. Both of them got up, making it evident they didn’t want to be anywhere near him. “Shaggy and Scoob? Where are you off to?” Reggie asked. “A party isn’t a party unless the prude and the boy who only can get some with his computer.” He said making motions with his right hand. 

Y/N scoffed. She couldn’t understand how someone could be so vile. “How about you go do some laps, you ignominious half-wit.” Y/N said. Reggie looked almost dumbfounded, however the smirk on his face soon returned. 

“That was cute.” He told her, bending down so they were at eye-level. “Come over some other time so you can show me what else that mouth can do?” He said. Y/N clenched her fists, wanting nothing more than to punch him in the nose. 

“Reggie, it baffles me you egregious persona hasn’t gotten you beaten up yet.” Jughead laughed sarcastically. Reggie turned to him. 

“What did you just say? Do you like to hide behind words so no one knows that you couldn’t get a girl if your mother’s life depended on it?” Reggie got close to Jughead’s face. He had always ridiculed Jughead for his lack of dating experience. Jughead never really seemed to mind, it was true that he never had a girlfriend, except now he did. “Probably going to get laid in your mid-forties, I’m guessing. Maybe first kiss too?” He asked, laughing with his friends. “You know, now that I’m thinking about it, maybe you and Kevin are doing it. It makes sense.” 

Y/N refused to watch Jughead go through this. Every word Reggie was saying made her more and more mad. He continued to tease Jughead as he just stood there, taking in the words. Jughead wanted to tell Reggie that he did actually have experience and was not alone, however he didn’t want to tell everyone if Y/N wasn’t ready. 

One moment Reggie was laughing, but in an instant, he stopped. Jughead soon realized why; Y/N’s lips were on his. He cupped her face in his hands as they kissed. It was the only time they had shown any affection in public. Jughead almost forgot everyone was around them, but soon snapped back into reality when a voice was heard from the couch.

“Omg. Jughead and Y/N. Something is taking over me, oh right it’s ineffable joy!” Veronica said, smiling. Y/N and Jughead laughed, Reggie remained silent. “Well well Reg, looks like today is not your day!” Veronica laughed as she took out her phone and snapped a picture of the two kids who just gave up their undisclosed love affair. 

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Muggle AU - Pansy & Draco, friends with benefits of sorts. 

She’s not in love with him, she tells herself for the fifth night running as her tip toes take her to his warm bed. Sliding under the duvet, a shiver runs down her spine from the cold side of the bed that he doesn’t sleep on lately as if he knows that she will be coming.

He’s not in love with her, he tells himself each morning while watching her features before she wakes in the light of day with the sun peaking in from an opening in the blinds. He wishes to brush the back of his fingers against her skin but then she is stirring and he jumps out of bed with mumbled words of needing a shower and a coffee.

She’s not in love with him, she says to herself as she watches him flirt with girls one after another. He grabs the closest male to her and attaches herself to his lips for the remainder of the night trying not to think how it doesn’t feel right.

He’s not in love with her, he repeats in his head as his fist connects with another’s jaw days later. Blood smeared knuckles and ripped clothes is all he has to show but at least no one will put a hand on his Pansy no more.

She’s not in love with him, she whispers in her head as lays beside him in bed and the pass a cigarette between them. She wants to ask him why he does what he does, but she doesn’t know if she will like the answer. So she stays quiet and if after she turns and presses her lips to his, well it didn’t mean anything.

He’s starting to fall in love with her. And the way he wakes with her body in his arms, her hair all over the pillow and her scent in his veins.

She doesn’t love him. Not in the way he does. She can see it in his eyes, hear it in his words and feel it in his touch. But she can’t feel the same because everything she ever loved was either destroyed or taken away from her. And she will not lose him as well.

So she lets him love her, she lets him drown her in his love and maybe one day she will wake full of something else than just darkness.