wooden eyes

“I told you I could even charm a mermaid, Cinder.”

I know, technically the prompt is “Pirate” but I love to mix pirates with mermaids and Thorne and Cress fit the respective tropes so perfectly. LLC is more fond of merman!Thorne (and I will have a pic for that, too) but I personally enjoy mermaid!Cress because it fits her so well … and it’s fun to draw.  ^.^ So, be prepared for a few more pics for my Pirate/Mermaid-AU.

Hi my name is Richard Papen and my father is called Richard (that’s how I got my name), my hair is brown with dark brown and golden tips that reaches my mid-back and wooden brown eyes like a forest and a lot of people tell me I look like Oscar Wilde (AN: if u don’t know who she is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Henry Winter but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a writer but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white skin. I’m also a classicist, and I go to a liberal arts school called Hampden in England where I’m in the first year (I’m twenty-two). I’m poor (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly a tweed jacket. I love fancy clothes and I buy all my clothes from that kind of shops. For example today I was wearing my tweed jacket with matching beret and a oxford shoes. I was wearing no makeup, only a white foundation for my skincare. I was walking outside Hampden. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. The greek class of Julian were staring at me. I put up my middle finger at them.

Deception (Chapter 10)

Rick looks around incredulously, fighting the urge to tear down every single photo and rip them to shreds.  He approaches one wall on wooden legs, allowing his eyes to travel upwards and then down, flexing his hands before clenching them into tight fists.  He drops his head, exhaling soundly knowing he has to leave everything intact for the police department to complete their investigation.

One of the detectives calls his name and he walks down the hall to meet her.

“We’ll confiscate his computer, cell phone, and any other electronics but I was able to pull up some emails and he’s been conversing with the victim for months.  I understand they were good friends so looks like he used that to his advantage to keep up with her whereabouts,” the detective relays.

The anger Rick was trying to suppress only grows to a boiling point with that information so he asks to be contacted immediately with any new developments.  He finds himself in the truck and driving to Michonne’s parents’ house in record time.

He finds her in the kitchen with her mother.  With the sight of her, his anger lessens but he needs to talk with her right away.  “Hey.  I need to speak with you…..in private please.”


Robron headcanon #2

The night Aaron goes to prison, Robert doesn’t eat dinner with Chas and Liv. He doesn’t feel like he’s part of their family. Not anymore. Not now that Aaron is gone and isn’t coming back for a long time. Instead , he spends the evening in the barn, his legs tucked up to his chest, necking cheap cans of Aaron’s favourite beer. He doesn’t sleep in the bed he used to share with his fiancé. That’s their bed. Instead, in a druken and overly emotional state, he breaks into The Mill. There’s no bed in there yet, but the empty rooms and the smell of drying paint feels like home. Like the home they were planning to build together. He lies on the old wooden floorboards, shivering, his eyes misty with tears. The only thing keeping him warm is a black hoodie, wrapped around his shoulders. It smells like him.

anonymous asked:

If someone brewed polyjuice potion with sasuke's hair would they be able to activate his sharingan? They will get injuries, such as with moody's wooden leg and eye, and hermione did comment on how bad Harry's eyesight was, so would it be replicated as well?

I would assume so?? I mean, eye color transfers, though possibly since the Sharingan relies on brain chemistry to alter the eye it would just have the potential to be the Sharingan, and not be evolved? I’m not entirely sure just how much the Polyjuice Potion actually changes, but I don’t think it’s on quite that level. 

anonymous asked:

Died *smiles cheekily*

“You’ve abandoned all reason.”

“And you’ve lost your optimism and your sense of adventure.” Milo stared ahead as he rambled. “It died in you on that fateful day.”

Tobias went rigid, frozen by the chill of Milo’s words. Milo looked up at him only to see that his jaw was wooden, his blackish eyes ripe with anger.

Milo’s face dropped. “Apologies. I didn’t mean to prod at old wounds.”

White Noise (3/?)

Title: White Noise (3/?) [link]
Author: @noifsandsorbees
Rating: Teen
Word count: ~2,300
Notes: @tofutti-rice-dreamsicle​ and @campaignofmisinformation​ are wonderful, relentless betas and I owe them everything. 

update 2/16: barring a major burst of inspiration, it looks like this is the final part, which i’m not happy about, but i’m having trouble coming up with an ending that isn’t cliche af :(

Part one | Part two

It’s a trick of light, he thinks, the neon red of the Budweiser sign tinting his amber whiskey to perfectly match her hair. With his cheek cool against the wooden bar and his eyes glued to his shot glass, he commends himself for the hundredth time on his last-minute decision to leave his phone at home. He doesn’t want to check once again if she’d called him. He knows he’ll just be disappointed. 

The glass rattles as the stool next to him is filled. He lifts his head and shoots the liquor down his throat.

“Here I thought you’d be celebrating,” Skinner says, and even through Mulder’s drunken haze, he knows his once-again boss is exhausted.

“I am celebrating,” he responds and flags down the bartender for another drink. He tips the shot toward Skinner, “and it’s all thanks to you, Sir.”

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Malfoy Manor

Requested by Anon

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x reader

‘Welcome to my home,’ Draco says opening the front door for me. I walk in and let my eyes slide through the entrance hall. A lot of stairs are visible when looking up, beautiful cold stone and dark lighting.

‘It’s.. not exactly homely, but-’

‘I love it,’ I say, turning my head to Draco and smile at him. He scratches the back of his neck and has a little worried look in his eyes. I slide my hand into his and squeeze for a moment, letting him know that I really do love it. He relaxes a bit and then smiles at me.

‘You need to see something,’ Draco says while his smile turns into a full on grin. I narrow my eyes for a moment, getting curious. He laughs softly and then takes me with him up the stairs, through a hallway and stops in front of two massive dark wooden doors.

‘Close your eyes,’ he says whereupon I look at him for a moment and then shut my eyes. I hear the creaking of the doors open and then I feel Draco’s cold hands in mine, carefully pulling me with him, inside of the room.

‘Can I look yet?’ As an answer I receive a kiss on my lips, which makes me blush lightly. I hear Draco’s footsteps whereupon I feel his arms wrap around my waist and his chin on my shoulder.

‘Now you can look.’

I open my eyes and the most beautiful thing in the world appears in front of me. It’s one big circular room – tower really – we’re standing in and every piece of wall is covered with books. There are stairs circling around the room, up to more books. The only bit that’s not covered with bookshelves is the fireplace with a huge window above it and two chairs in front of it. Apart from those things there are only books to find in this tower. It. Is. Beautiful.

‘I know how much you like to read.. so I thought you’d like it here,’ I hear Draco’s soft voice in my ear. I smile broadly and turn around to face him. Now I notice that even above the doors are bookshelves stuffed with books and books and books.

‘It’s amazing. I’ve never seen so many books in my entire life!’ I say excitedly and turn around again, sliding my gaze over the walls. I hear Draco’s chuckle and then feel his hand holding mine again.

‘It’s been in this house ever since it was built and my whole family has been adding books to the collection. Every book that one of my family members have read and found worth reading another time is in this library.’ I look back at his eyes and see he’s got a proud look on his face. ‘Once you live here and carry the name Malfoy, you can add books too, if you’d like.’ He realizes what he just said and looks back at my face.

‘I mean, if you’d want to, you know, live here and.. stuff.’ I laugh softly at his embarrassment. ‘I mean, I can understand if you wouldn’t want to live here it’s a bit cold and-’

I interrupt him by gently pushing my lips on his, caressing his lips with mine. I can feel him calm down and cup my cheek with one hand.

‘I love you.’

‘I love you too.’

Pregnancy Drabble #15

15. Mood Swings (full list)

22 weeks pregnant 

“So what should we do tonight?” His fingers trail up your bare thigh, the light in the room dims down. You’ve been in the house everyday for the past two weeks, Justin has been here some of the time but you’ve both been copped up in the house. “More movies and Chinese?” He suggests, your tongue skimming over your bottom lip.

“Maybe we should go out?” You fumble with the t-shirt of his you’re wearing, your eyes scanning his hazel eyes. “I’m tired of being in the house,” You turn in his lap, grabbing the remote from the wooden coffee table. His eyes scan yours, your fingers pressing down on the off button, dripping the room into complete silence. “We could go to dinner? Or a movie—or a club? You always want to go clubbing.” His head shakes, a sigh leaving your lips.

“Can we just stay in?” His bottom lips wiggles in a pout, his fingers tugging at the t-shirt. You get a nervous pit in your stomach, insecure thoughts running through your mind. Why doesn’t he wont to go out with you—is he ashamed of being seen with you now? You press your lips together looking down at your belly. Justin notices your wandering mind, his fingers grabbing your chin, your weary eyes avoiding his stare. “What’s wrong? You don’t just want to chill?”

“—We’ve been ‘chilling’ for the past two weeks,” You mutter under your breath, his forehead crinkling in confusion. “Do you not want to be seen with me or something Justin because that’s fu—“

Wait what babe why would you think that?” He interrupts you, a deep breath leaving your lips.

“I just I don’t know, we haven’t went out anywhere lately,” You mumble quietly, his thumb brushing against your cheek.

“Babe no—I just noticed how sick you’ve been lately I didn’t want to drag you out anywhere,” He explains, relief washing over you. “I love you, I would never be ashamed of my wife,” A grin curls on heart-shaped lips, a small smile appearing on yours. You feel dumb for even thinking for a second that he would be but you couldn’t help it—the hormones were getting to you.

“I love you,” You say, his eyes instantly twinkling with lust, you lean in pressing your lips against his in a peck, his hand cupping your cheek. He presses chaste kisses against your lips many times, a giggle leaving your lips, “Can you order the Chinese I’m hungry,”

He chuckles, “Alright baby,”

Game of Thrones Imagine

anonymous asked:

Prompt: Giving Cersei a broken nose for tormenting seven-year old Tyrion and getting away with it because you’re the daughter of a very important Lord. Mehehe. Hope you have fun writing this!

You awake very early that day, your nerves keeping you from falling into another peaceful slumber. You rushed down the stairs to the dining room where your father awaited. Panting, you stood outside the huge doors, resting your hands against the cool wooden doors. Closing your eyes you counted to ten in an attempt to still your heart hammering inside your chest. You knew exactly what awaited behind the door. A few days before, your father had summoned you to give you wonderful news…or so he had said. He informed you that the richest house in all the seven kingdoms was going to come and visit your family’s lands in a few days’ time. The news had shocked you quite a bit for you had heard of the Lannister family…especially the youngest child…the monster who killed his mother. Your imagination was running wild, conjuring all kinds of images of the supposed devil-like dwarf!
You opened your eyes once more and with a deep breath, opened the doors that lead to the dining room. Your eyes immediately landed on the small boy that stood next to two blonde and regal looking youngsters. He did not fit the awful descriptions or rumours you had heard! He looked so innocent…how on earth could he have killed his mother? You stepped next to your father and when the introductions were being made you couldn’t stop smiling at the young boy.

It had been a few months since you had last seen Tyrion Lannister and today was the day that you had been waiting for…today the Lannisters were due to visit your family palace as they had been invited to your father’s birthday celebration. You smiled as you recalled all the hours you spent at night reading Tyrion’s letters and how many more hours you would spend composing letters of your own. Ever since their first visit years before, you and the youngest Lannister had become thick as thieves. He was the one you would tell first about the new young lad you were fantasising about, and you were the one he would open his heart to about all the troubles he had with his family…especially with that witch Cersei. You felt anger bubbled up inside of you when you thought of that strumpet. The things she would do to her little brother made you see red. Your hands curled into a fist when you remembered of the letter Tyrion had sent you a few days before their departure from Castle Rock where he mentioned the black bruise he had around his left eye, that was given to him by Cersei as he would not shut up about the new book he had received from you.
A knock on the door brought you back to reality. You quickly made your way to the door to see who was knocking. You found one of the servants waiting on the other side, red faced and with beads of sweat dripping down from her forehead. “My lady, the Lannisters have arrived and your father requests your presence downstairs” she croaked, her voice sore. You nodded and followed the servant down the steps of the marbled stairs.
You walked down the corridor, down the vast hall where all the guest were to be gathered. As soon as you stepped through the gigantic doors, the voices stopped and everyone turned to look at you. Smiling, you made your way into the hall to where your father stood.
“Ah Lady Y/N what a pleasure it is to see you” Tywin Lannister said taking your extended hand into his and kissed it. “You have grown into quite a beautiful young lady” he complimented which caused your cheeks to turn red.
“Thank you my lord” was your reply, which was followed by a curtsey. Your eyes looked to his left and you saw Jamie and Cersei Lannister standing a few feet away, they whispering into each other’s ears and giggling. You turned your attention once more to Tywin Lannister and asked: “I beg your pardon my lord but I cannot seem to find your youngest son Tyrion…is he here?”
“Yes he is…he was here mere seconds ago…why don’t you go and ask Cersei and Jamie if they saw him” he responded. With a nod and a thank you to Tywin, you made your way to where the other two Lannister children were.
“Excuse me I was just wondering if you have by any chance seen Tyrion around?” you asked, forcing a smile on your lips.
“Oh look Jamie if it isn’t Tyrion’s lady friend…can I ask why a pretty lady like yourself is interested in my little beast of a brother…oh wait I know the answer to that one you’re just another one of those filthy thieves who is only interested in that little monster because you want our gold”
You felt anger surge into you once more and you tried your best to calm down, not wanting to cause a scene on your father’s special day. “I will ask once again…where is Tyrion?” you growled, no longer interested in looking polite in front of the hag that had just insulted you.
“Try the stone gardens I hear that’s where monsters like to go after they’ve had a good and proper beating” Cersei spat.
Enraged by the thought of Cersei hurting her little brother once more your hand curled into a fist and bam…your knuckles connect to her nose and a sickening crunch resounded across the room making everyone looking at your direction. Gasps filled the air and suddenly all the faces in the room looked at you in horror. That did not stop the feeling of euphoria that you felt within you! You wanted to do that for a very long time and now the opportunity had finally arrived. You looked down at the varmint who was sobbing whilst clutching her nose, trying to stop the blood that was gushing like a fountain. Her eyes rose to meet your own and you’d never seen such a look of horror and terror into those dark eyes of hers. A feeling of euphoria arose in your chest when you saw the way she looked at you. That ought to teach her to quit picking on her brother you thought
“Y/N! May I please talk to you in private!” your father’s voice brought you back to reality.
You followed your father out of the crowed, stuffy room and out into the cool corridor. You fixed your gaze on the floor as you dared not to look into your father’s eyes, for you knew that he would certainly not be happy with the behaviour you just displayed.
“Why did you do that?” he asked, not wanting to waste time and get to the point immediately.
“She hurt her brother again” you said, finally looking up to meet his gaze. “It is not fair that she gets to beat him up just because he’s younger and cannot defend himself”
With a sigh your father pulled you into an embrace. “I know that it is not fair but it does not mean that you can beat her up….although I cannot say she did not deserve it”
You gasped and pulled away to look at your father who was smiling.
“So that means you’re not mad at me?” you asked, hoping that the answer would be yes.
“Let’s just say I would have preferred if you did that after the celebration banquet was over. Now come on let’s go find Tyrion…I’m sure he would love to hear would happened to his sister.”

~Admin Belle💋‍