Going to be at Anime North this weekend at table G04 in artist alley, come by and say hi if you’ll be attending!! I’ll be tabling together with @ariuemi@ryuuseikuma@jiphee@owl-ati@chumaruko I look forward seeing everyone again this year~ (ﾉ^ヮ^)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧
some motivation for you ♥♥ I’m close to two difficult exams next week and I keep telling myself that I’ll get through this and I’ll do great and ahh even though my heart is panicking I stay calm and foucused :’)) And I believe in all of you, too!!! Whatever you’re afraid of, you’ll make it!!! ♥
-The Tamagochi in Kenmas hands is over 7 years old. -It is called “granny” because of the granny smith apple. -originally it was Kuros, but he gave it to Kenma because he find them boring, and Kenma was sead that his first one died after 2 days. (Kuro sometimes whatches over the tamagochi when Kenma can’t)
thats it! that was the idea ;;; -kicks myselfe in the trashcan underneath my table-
Summary: You’re retired, living
a quiet and secure life when your ex turns up on your doorstep with his best
friend, seeking refuge. (bucky x reader, enhanced reader)
Okay I know I already wroteNight Walks
with these prompts but I really wasn’t
happy with it, so here is attempt #2. @pandarosita request: 93 and 94… but Reader being
upset rather than Bucky?
telling you. I’m haunted.” 94.
“I had a bad dream again.” Plus
anon request: 64 “Here, take my blanket.”
Warnings: light talk of injuries and treating them, nightmares, probably swearing, I think that’s it!
Word Count: 3210
Author’s Note: I
started this in fucking January when my brother and I were belting Whitney and
it got me thinking about how much I love The Bodyguard and how I’d kill for
that lake house and this idea hit, except I’m not about that damsel in distress
life so this is a lil different. And iiiiiiiiIIIIIiiiiii will always LOVE YOUUUUU
The morning after a snowstorm was always your
favorite here. The already quiet forest around your cabin rendered utterly
silent, tree branches heavy and yielding to the new snow. You loved the pale
blue light and how the morning sun made every surface glitter with the day’s
new ice crystals. You could practically feel the static electricity in the air,
dancing across your skin snapping little sparks when you rubbed your hands over
your arms for warmth. Past time to light a fire.
A quick glance at your phone told you they
weren’t here. Not yet. You tried not to be annoyed, knowing that if he called you
he must really need help and safety. Naturally a night owl, the 4:30am call was
a harsh awakening but when you saw “Steve” on the caller ID everything shifted.
It always did for him. He carried a sense of urgency everywhere he went and
your history made it impossible to ignore.