trying my hand at an edit

modern!nessian series: part I

I. the photographer and the professional model

AN: Just a little thing I decided to try, hope you like it ;)

Inspired by this awesome edit by @highfaenesta​ <3

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Cassian likes to say: “With a camera in your hand, you’ve got the power to never let a moment pass.”

It will be yours forever.

For Nesta, it’s never been quite as deep as that.

Who cares if her smile is mysterious enough or if her hair looks just the perfect amount of messy?

Well, apparently people friggin’ care. And her face?

It sells.

It sells perfumes and jewelry and designer clothes. And the better the picture, the more it sells, and the more it sells, the bigger her paycheck.

So she calmly sits through hours of make-up, drinks those ridiculously awful kale smoothies that are supposed to make her skin all nice and worst of all - goes to gym every other day.

It’s a job and Nesta prides herself on being excellent at it. She knows which colours bring out her eyes best and what pose makes her look alluring. During a photo shoot, she’s able to control her face expression at all times.

Well…she used to be able to do it, anyway.

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Train me part four

(I’m on mobile so I don’t know how to tag the other parts. But if you search my blog they’re there. This is from Where we left off. A bit edited though)

“oh hell y/n can you move? Why aren’t you healing?” Peter whisper/yells as he runs to her. “Peter no! it’s a trap! You have to go! Just leave me here! Go!” she pleads with him just to leave her, she grunts in pain, trying desperately to look calm and to look like she’s tough and fine, she moves her arms to push him away. He grabs her hands and sets them gently on her lap then he wipes her tears away “y/n, I will never leave you” he says and picks her up intending to carry her out of there, before he does the door shuts, locking them both inside. Peter leans in “it’s okay. I will get you out of this hell. I promise. “he whispers in her ear and gently sets her back in the chair. when he stands he winks at her with that devilish grin she grew to love. The door opens and this time the woman walks in, an evil smirk on her lips that contorted her face as she locks the door once more. Putting the key in her pocket.

(Continuing the story. Idk what I originally planned with the lady but I’m just gonna have fun with it)

“Peter! What a lovely surprise. All though I am quite sad that I don’t get to torture your little (she spat) anymore” you could see peters whole body tense. His back to you, you watched as his claws came out.


You can tell she hates being called that

“How are you doing now a days? What has it been now? Seven years? Man those were he best damn years of my life. Wanna know why? Because you weren’t in them”

He spits right back at her.

“It’s Rebekah.” She growls and walks right up to him, inches from his face “but you already knew that. And I think it’s been eight. But who’s counting? I mean eight years ago you just disappeared from my life. You made me kill your best friend. I was given no over choice but kidnap this disgusting ~thing~ here. I just wanted to find you again to make you pay for leaving me.”

She walks over to you and crouches down

“I don’t even know what you see in her. She’s so .. ragged.. and like. I’m thinner than her, I’m prettier, and she’s all covered in blood. It’s sickening. I mean..” as Becky turned to look at peter again he grabs her by the throat and chucks her against the wall

“The difference between her and you is she is everything I’ve ever wanted. She’s everything I’ve ever needed. She’s beautiful. She’s tough. Her body is perfect. And she’s not a psychopathic maniac like you”

Becky laughs maniacally as she stands up. Letting herself wolf out and you gasp. You didn’t know. You were too tortured to tell when you met her.

Your body is so tired that you fade in and out of consciousness during their fight. You don’t remember most of it. But when you come to peter is down and Becky is stradling him. Her arm raised like she was going to slash his throat. You scream and launch yourself at her. Putting her in a headlock and wrapping your legs right around her waist. Screaming the entire time. As you hold her tight, in a move that peter taught you, he pops up and plunges his hand into her chest ripping her heart out.

You let her go and panic, kicking her away and pulling yourself as far away from her as possible. You try to wipe away her blood which you’re not covered in, your entire body screaming in protest, your wounds which were begginning to slowly heal. You desolve into hysteria and tears. You’ve never killed someone. Or helped kill someone. You can’t stop the tears as peter rushes to your side “it’s okay. It’s okay. You’re okay.” He fishes the key from her pocket and then he gently lifts you into his arms. You don’t remember much after that.

You wake up in Peter’s bed. Your wounds almost healed but you’re still in bloody clothes. You sigh as you see his nice white sheets caked in dirt and blood. You feel numb about last nights happenings. You try and stand up and are surprised at how strong your legs were. Peter rushes in the room

“Hey.” He whispers and tentatively walks toward you

“Hey pussycat. How’s it going?” You wink at him and shoot finger guns as he smirks at that nickname.

“How are you feeling? I’m sorry about your clothes. I didn’t think it was appropriate for me to undress you. But I have a change of clothes in the bathroom for you after you shower”

You sigh and look at your hands. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to get over this” you whisper

“You won’t have to alone. I’ll be here for you. I don’t know if you figured it out yet, y/n, but I’m kind of in love with you. I’d do anything for you” peter laughs a little bit and you close he distance between you both and wrap your arms around him. “Peter. I. I don’t know what to say. Feelings make me uncomfortable but I need you to know that I love you too” your words come out rushed. And he laughs and holds you tighter. “Come On love. You need a shower.” He lifts you up and carries you to the bathroom.

He sets you down and as you begin to undress he starts to leave

“Peter!” You panic a little. Not wanting to be away from him.

He turns to look at you, love in his gaze “yes?”

you look at the ground shyly.

“Can you. Can you wash my hair for me?”

He laughs and walks to you, kissing your forehead, “of course”



Keith! When will my Life Begin animatic for the Klance Tangled AU!!

edit:sorry about the fire cracking up. I think it’s the gradient that’s causing the file to become a little corrupt. I’ll try to fix it and update it asap

edit edit: The song is a pitched down version of the original song


Sheith (Takashi Shirogane/Keith) Tropes

msdistress said: I saw that civilized werewolves being super competitive when it comes to other packs, and now I can only imagine an AU where (adult) Stiles and Scott are renting a house together, and Derek moves in the same area. And while the McCall pack and the entire Hale pack (Talia, Laura, etc.) are on civilized terms, Scott and Derek just can’t help themselves. And maybe a part of the showing off is actually a way to impress (court) Stiles, as in “My lawn ornaments are much nicer than his!”

So this is kind of that, but kind of not? This is pretty silly :) Happy Halloween!

“You’re not dead,” Stiles says as Scott bangs open the door and shucks off his shoes in the next movement. They hit the wall and then bounce into an ungainly pile in the middle of the hallway that Liam will no doubt trip over when he gets home.

“Nope,” Scott says. He looks confused by that part.

“So… That’s good?” Stiles has pumpkin guts all over his hands, but offers Scott a fist bump anyway.

Scott follows Stiles back into the kitchen and then plops down across from Stiles’s half-finished jack-o-lanterns at the counter. He’s a couple weeks early, but Halloween has to be taken seriously. These are practice pumpkins.

Scott says, “It was weird. I think they’re all models. They force-fed me pie.”

Stiles arches a skeptical eyebrow.

“I mean, the pie was great,” Scott says, face screwed up. “I think they were happy I ate the whole thing?”

Werewolf metabolism, Stiles thinks sourly. He’s getting to that age where he has to watch his beer and pizza intake. It sucks. He says, “I’ll make them brownies,” and then apparently it becomes a thing.


Stiles doesn’t know if the Hale pack are actually all models, but they’re definitely taking the supernaturally hot thing to a whole other level.

Scott’s betas are reasonably attractive, sure, but Liam’s the size of a cave troll and Mason’s on this whole hippie-chic kick that makes him look like a train hobo.

Stiles holds out the plate of brownies and tries not to stare at Erica’s boobs. Boyd has the bulging chest of a roman gladiator and Stiles could cut his hands on Isaac’s cheekbones, it’s insane.

Stiles says, “Nice to meet you guys,” and Erica’s lip curls up and her hands hover around the plastic-wrapped plate like it’s made of poison and-or possibly oatmeal. He waggles the plate back and forth. “Promise they’re wolfsbane free.”

And then Jackson fucking Whittmore comes swanning down the staircase and Stiles says, “You’ve got to be shitting me. Jackson?”

“Stilinski,” Jackson says with a scowl.

“Lydia told us you got eaten by a giant lizard.”

Jackson scowls harder. “Fuck off.”

Stiles would like to say that the addition of Jackson makes the pack less appealing, but despite having the personality of a canned ham, Jackson still looks like he was carved out of marble. Balls.

And then someone says, “Do I smell chocolate?” from behind Stiles and he definitely does not jump three feet into the air, but it’s a close call.

He flinches and spins around and says, “Fuck my life.”

The hottest mountain man Stiles has ever seen is frowning at him and Stiles wants to bury his entire body in his beard. He wants to weasel his way under that soft-looking Henley and lick his collarbones. Stiles is ninety-nine percent sure this is Alpha Derek Hale, even though Scott had failed to prepare him for the way Derek’s eyes are eating Stiles’s soul.

Stiles wordlessly holds out the plate of brownies.

Derek takes them with a resigned silence. No one else is saying anything either, and the back of Stiles’s neck is starting to prickle with unease. Are they going to eat him now? They’d moved into town so Liam and Mason could go to the local college, expecting some kind of resistance, territorial posturing, possible brawl for dominance, but Scott had been tirelessly optimistic—even more so since the pie eating thing.

Stiles slinks around Derek, hands up. He says, “I’ll just, uh… leave now,” and backs down the sidewalk so he can see any kind of attack coming. He’s got a taser in his back pocket and he’s not afraid to use it.

The Hale pack all watch him with narrow, calculating eyes and Jackson gives him the finger.

Stiles thinks that if this is the way they react to brownies, he’s going to bake them a motherfucking cake.

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                                    Glory to Mankind.

My hand slipped—-but it was torn with what it wanted so it did two designs for him. NieR Automata has taken over my life and I weep for this game. I just had too design a thing for Prompto, but I definitely had a hard time trying to come up with something for his YorHa outfit more than the Resistance one! I like both though, y’all gotta stop me from creating AU’s for this man. It’s not healthy LOL