white over red

Listen, female Carim knight Ashen One with the firekeeper as her lady. She would fuck up all of Lordran just bring her lady the Ashes of Lords. An Ashen One who would stop in the middle of combat just to pick flowers because “my lady might like this”. Of all the pretty gems, rings, and other baubles, she only gives the Firekeeper flowers(and maybe herbs) because she knows her lady can’t see.

Anyways, I want more gay DS3 art so I made some lol. I wish there were more interactions with the Firekeeper, I just love her so much. 
My fave gay trope is female knight and her lady. If any of you can recommend me stuff that has that I’d give you a dorito bag and my adoration for like 3 days.

what’s black & white & red all over?  answer: deadpool in a maid costume. on an unrelated note, has anyone found the brain bleach??
A little more Chapter 86

赤髪の白雪姫
第86話
あきづき空太

ミツヒデ「Thanks Kiki, Obi」

オビ「Mitsuhide, it was good that you made it back before we kicked down the tower door.」

ミツヒデ「 I think so as well.  A little longer and I would’ve done it.」

木々「The most important thing is this way we won’t have to compensate anyone for a broken tower door.」

Regarding Shirayuki’s gift to Obi (the glowing necklace)

okay allow me to rant about how Obi moved from this:

(Not minding being injured just thinking that having his wounds treated would be nice) to:

(not wanting to be injured in the first place)

As we all know, Obi is not used to taking care of himself for himself but maybe for others, because if he’s injured then he’d make his employees worry and he won’t be able to do his job. And he says that it’s in the same condition as it was when he borrowed it and he says it with a face like a little kid’s face waiting for validation, waiting to be praised for doing something properly. he wants to prove that he can be trusted, that he can take care of the shining stone like he will take care of her, that she is to trust herself to him.

Let’s just say that Obi hadn’t considered this necklace as a gift, but as an equipment to assist him in doing his job. So when Shirayuki says that she wants him to keep it he is happy but I think what did it for him and made him just speak of his feelings freely without a warning was the emotional value of the if it (aside from it being something that Shirayuki worked hard to make) 

Obi doesn’t believe he’s worthy, to have Shirayuki present him something that he said he wanted and loved even though it means a lot to her means that she values how he feels, she cares about him and even gave him something dear to her. It’s about finally having someone care about him without expecting anything in return but his own safety and happiness (not a job being accomplished or anything)

Obi clearly says that he did not care whether he managed to go back or not before because he didn’t even have a place (or a person) to return to.

Now, Shirayuki knows that Obi had been through a lot of shit during his life, so for someone like him to say that he’s doing his best to not get hurt and be safe because of her, is because he soo badly wants to be with her! makes her want to cry, she had seen how he changed, how he came to love and trust her.

And that’s why Shirayuki says “welcome home” again, it’s because she wants him to know that she accepts that he sees her as his home, that he feels that he belongs to her. she didn’t want him to think that she said welcome home as in ‘home to Lyrias’ (since they have been there for about 2 years) but as in her she knows he wants to be with her and this is her way of saying it, since Shirayuki is terrible at expressing her feelings using words she says the least amount possible and gives him a necklace.

anonymous asked:

can you describe N, Kihyun, Jeonghan, and Jin (mayne suho if thats okay) as PTA moms, please? i love love love this concept so much, it's so funny 😂

hakyeon: expensive wine taste, best fashion - owns a pantsuit for every day of the week. doesn’t really know why she still shows up to the pta meetings all her kids have graduated but she loves to sit in talk with the other moms,,,it’s her fill of Drama

kihyun: doesn’t give a shit about the wine, comes straight from work, keeps his nails well sharpened. gets into fights with teachers who try to give the kids lower grades because kihyun is sure his kids are THE BEST he doesn’t care of changkyun can’t do long division. “let me speak to the principal” kinda mom. banned from chaperoning field trips 

jeonghan: cheap wine is fine but prefers white over red, has the best hair and kihyun secretly hates it. complains the most about the kids because there are so many of them when will they all just grOW UP and jin is like you should love your kids and jeonghan is like i do love my kids. i love dino for example 

jin: drinks wine depending on what he’s had for lunch, voted the prettiest by other moms, probably looks like he has the best handle on his kids but he doesn’t. tries to offer advice to other moms but what he really wants is for someone to take jungkook away and raise him because teenagers are,,,,,,,,,,horrible

suho: cheap wine for the win (and for the saving of money), most expensive jewelry, “this was a gift from kr- i can’t even say his name jESUS”. cries at every meeting. misses the kids who left and refuse to answer any of his texts or calls. begs jeonghan to get minghao to call luhan so suho can know if he’s ok and taking his meds 

Bundle Of Joy - Part Three

Originally posted by bovaria

Fandom: Marvel
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Single Parent!Reader
Summery: Reader invites Bucky in for a drink.
Warnings: None
Part OnePart Two


“So, you’re unmarried.”

It wasn’t a question, yet he had said it with slight hesitation. You hadn’t even noticed the way Bucky had been eyeing your ringless finger as the two of you walked down the empty street, your left hand only visible to him because you had wrapped it around your daughter, shifting her weight off of your chest. Now that he had mentioned it, you suddenly realized that up until this point he had no reason to think that you were a single parent.

“Yeah,” You murmured, your hand curling into a tight fist before you let it drop by your side. “Terribly modern of me, I know. No boyfriend either.”

“Nothing wrong with modern.” Bucky chuckled.

As the two of you turned the corner, your apartment building came into view. The plain, unpainted redbrick structure was connected to every other building on its side of the road, completely identical to those parallel. Craning your head back, you saw that the windows of your apartment were dark - just the way you had left them.
Bucky walked with you all the way to the front door.

“Well,” you started, unwrapping your arm from his, “this is me.”

Even with your daughter fastened against your chest, the cold night sent a violent shiver down your spine. With one hand you gripped your jacket closer to your body in a futile attempt to generate warmth, enveloping your sleeping daughter in the fabric.

“Would you like to come in and have a drink or something?” You asked Bucky, looking up at him with a hopeful smile. “You don’t have to, of course. It’s late and I completely understand if you don’t wanna - ”

“ - I’d love to.” Bucky accepted loudly as a car drove by, cutting you off from you rambling with a bright smile and a short laugh. Your stomach filled with butterflies as you gazed at him, your knees going weak as you felt your heart swell with joy. You could’ve stood there on the doormat until the sun rose above the city, just admiring him.

“Alright then,” You say, turning to the green painted door and pressing one of the five buzzers beside it - the one labeled Ms Vivian Chambers.

“Don’t you have a key?” Bucky asked you, his brow creasing in bewilderment.
You peered at him over your shoulder, taking a step back to look at the fourth set of windows above you.

“Lost them a little while go, but Viv doesn’t mind. I swear she’s nocturnal.”

Bucky didn’t have time to reply, because just as he parted his lips the lock clicked and you swung the old door open.

He followed close behind you as you entered, finding a seldom used staircase and no sign of an elevator upon entry. The place was gorgeous. Polished wood made up the stairs and rails and a red carpet matched the red with gold designed wallpaper.

“Coming?” You asked him from where you stood on the stairs, watching him as he took in his surroundings.

“Uh - yeah.” He said, jogging up the first few steps to catch up with you.

‘Keep quiet,” You hushed as the stairs creaked underneath him. “If Vivian finds you here, I’ll never hear the end of it.”

Bucky chuckled. “I can’t remember the last time I did this.”

“Did what?” You asked, passing the first apartment door and up the second flight of stairs.

“Sneak pass snoopy neighbours with a pretty girl.”

You faltered on the steps as his words reached your ears.

“That’s cute.” You murmured, feeling your cheeks burn.

Once the two of you arrived at on the third landing, you walked straight up to the dark green door, took hold of the handle and kicked, the door reluctantly opening at you show of force. Then a shout came from up stairs.

“Is that you, (Y/N)?” Called down Vivian Chambers. “Who’s that you’ve got with you?”

Your hand fell from the doorknob, leaving it ajar, and you stepped to the side, lent over the railing and peered up at the older woman. “Hello, Viv!”

Vivian Chambers was much older than yourself, with bleached blonde hair that had been sprayed relentlessly until it stood on end in a 80s styled poof. She was tall - even without the killer heels she always wore - and had huge filled red lips. Her voice was scratchy (might have had something to do with how she always had a cigarette in hand) and oddly low. She grinned down at you, the corners of her eyes stretching with her expression. “Hello, dear.”

Licking your lips in hesitation, you looked back at Bucky, gesturing for him to come over. He clasped his right hand over his mouth to suppress his laugh and did as you instructed, relaxing his face before looking up at Vivian himself.

“Ma'am.”

“Whoa!” Vivian exclaimed as soon as he came into her line of vision. “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.”

“This is Bucky.” You introduced. “He’s a friend.”

“Oh, honey. Just a friend?” Her laugh was breathy and echoed throughout the building. “A guy like that ain’t just a friend, but if that’s the case Buckaroo, you’re welcome to come up to my apartment. Put some tunes on and…you know.”

“You’re old enough to be his mother!” You choked, tears coming to your eyes as you tried not to bend over in laughter.

Viv gave you a cheeky grin and took a puff of her cig. “Darling, we’re the same age!”

You waved your hand in a dismissive way and turned back to your door, hearing her leave the stairs above. “Yes, well. Parts of us are.”

Giving Bucky a apologetic look, you quietly let him, your daughter and yourself into you apartment. Shutting the door behind you and flicking on the lights, you revealed the mismatched furniture that resided within the bare, red bricked walls.

“Home sweet home.” You stated, stepping into the main living area and throwing your coat over the back of the brown leather couch to your left. The apartment smelt of sandalwood incense with a slightly dusty undertone that tickled your daughters nose, making her sneeze.

“Oop!” You laughed, unclipping the fastenings of the baby carrier. “Hello, sleepyhead.”

Your daughter didn’t seem that fazed by her small series of sneezes and merely whined and snuggled closer to your breast. Heaving a sigh, you preyed her from your body along with the baby carrier and walked passed Bucky into the next room. There you unbuckled your daughter and let her down in her cot to sleep.

“Ms Chambers doesn’t that bad.”

“Ha!” You laughed, walking back into your living room area where Bucky had sat himself down on your couch. “You don’t know her like I do. Trust me, as soon as you’re gone she’s going to be straight down here with a bottle of something and will try to cox your entire life story out of me.”

“Now, what would you like to drink, Bucky?” You asked him.

“What do you have?”

Opening the cabinets above the kitchen bench, you peered at the bottles you had in store there. “White and red wine and bourbon.”

“Glass of white for me, thanks.”

You twisted around to look at him. “Seriously?”

“What?”

“Nothing,” You said, taking the wine bottle out, “it’s just that you’re possibly the first guy I’ve known who’d rather white over red.”

Pouring yourself and Bucky a glass each, you balanced the glasses in each hand as you walked over to him, the bottle tucked under your arm. Taking his glass, Bucky budged over to allow you space to sit down next to him after you set the wine bottle of the coffee table. Shifting around on the cushions, you sat to face him.

“So,” You begin, “tell me about yourself, Buck.”


Part Four

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