“Naruto, give Sakura a message for me. Tell her, I’m sorry for everything.” And with that, the Uchiha disappeared, leaving his best friends’ clone sitting at the edge of the rock, alone, not wanting to hear the blonde’s answer.
His own guilt was now enough to tug on his heartstrings, he did not need more hurt added to the mess. Sasuke tried to stop his thoughts, bud vivid images were already being flashed in front of his sole red eye.
His wife Sakura, with messy pink hair and flushed cheeks accepting his improvised proposal after a day of hard manual work on a new bridge outside the villiage during their travels. Sasuke always wished he would’ve done something more romantic to please her ever giving heart, but Sakura assured him he was all she wanted.
The same woman, now ponytail slightly longer but eyes filled with the never ending love at a small chapel in the middle of the woods where they were bound by marriage. Sasuke always believed she deserved better, a proper ceremony attended by family and friends, but she kissed his forhead when they were tangled up in sheets and told him not to worry, that she was bursting with happiness right now and didn’t need anything else.
Sakura Uchiha covered in sweat and with tears welling up in her eyes, tiredly but proudly presenting him their firstborn daughter. And then, the baby’s face, all red and crumpled but masmerazing notherless. Sarada’s little fluff of black hair as he stroked her head, too gentle and afraid that this beautiful creature will disappear if he touches too hard. Then his attention turned back to Sakura as he thanked her with tears starting to blurr his vision. They all cried that day, Sasuke remembers.
He refused to see more. The rest were the first two years of their simple family life, with him raising money by short missions, Sakura working only part-time at the hospital and Sarada being the center of their universe, where everything revolved around her like the planets do around the sun. It was painful to recall, because little did he know at that time, that few weeks after their baby took her first steps, he will be searching one of these revolving planets for answers.
As he was parting with his family, Sarada did not understand yet. She was used to seeing him leave. But she was not yet familiar with the shaking voice of her mama when she bid papa farewell. Sasuke remembers giving his family the strongest, tightest hug, still not to crush their little baby bean between them but still powerful enough to imprint Sakura’s scent on his clothes and into his mind. Then, he released them, kissed his wife one last time on the lips and turned his back to them, running as fast as possible to shorten the angst of parting for the both of them. Sasuke remembers, oh how he remembers when his tears mixed with Sakura’s at the collar of his cloak. He did not bother to wipe them away, as the wind surrounding him would do so sooner or later anyway.
Sasuke was glad he was able to get away from Naruto so fast, as staying near reminder of what awaits him bavk in the villiage would only prolong his inner agony. Feeling his left cheek hot with tear once again, he didn’t try to get rid of the materilized sadness. After checking the surroundings, Sasuke sat down on the foreign ground in the another world with face resting in hands. And he was grateful to his beloved wife once more, for teaching him that tears were nothing to be ashamed of, especially when shed for his loved ones.
Gritting his teeth, he longed to see his family again. Aadly, for now, faith had different plans.
To those asking about how Lilith is manifested in your chart… Ask yourself: Where do you feel uncomfortable? Uncomfortable in the sense where your sense of comfort is seen to be inappropriate? Uncomfortable to where you have to find other “appropriate” ways to make yourself comfortable in your own skin because you’ve been rejected or looked down upon?
When you find yourself expressing what truly makes you feel comfortable, you feel free and liberated. It feels so wrong, yet so right. You truly feel comfortable in your own skin, and you accept your skin the way it is - regardless of what people think or say.
I stood outside the same fried chicken place and wondered whether or not to order some before walking the rest of my way over to the boys’ place. I had ddeokbokki with me and a large pizza WITH pineapples already but I feel as though I should get some chicken too. But would it be too much? What if Jin thought I bought it specifically for him, or what if the thinks that I’m trying to win him over or something? At the end, I walked into the chicken place and placed my order, because if I’m being honest with myself… I only ever got this chicken because of him.
Walking over to the dorm with my arms full of food wasn’t the easiest but I got there, I felt nervous just standing outside the door. I managed to ring the doorbell and Jimin opened the door with a big smile on his face once he had seen me.
“Y/N! What are you doing here?” Jimin chirped, which then alerted all the other members to come to the door and greet me. He took the food out of my arms and passed them along for others to hold while I took my shoes off at the entrance.
“I was invited over.” I smiled and said.
“By who?” Taehyung eagerly asked.
“By me.” All the attention that was originally placed on me, shifted over towards Jin where everyone wore a confused look on their faces.
“Hyung, you invited Y/N over?” Jungkook questioned as his eyebrows furrowed, showing a mix of confusion but happiness at the same time.
“Yeah I invited her, is there a problem?” Sassy as always Kim Seokjin.
“No, of course not. It’s just that I thought you two didn’t get along, what’s going on?” Hobi replied his hyung with curiosity.
“That’s different now, we’re getting along just fine.” Jin said looking directly at me whilst sending over a warm and genuine smile. I could get used to this butterfly feeling in my stomach. He walked over and pulled me into a hug, I of course hugged him back. I looked behind him to see all the guys look at us in total confusion.
“Guys we’re friends now, we’ve sorted everything now can we please eat? I’m starving.” I say, ushering everyone over to the dining area.
We spent a lot of time talking and eating, and after that we thought it’d be a good idea to watch a movie. I plopped onto the sofa and Jin came to sit next to me.
“What are we watching?” I questioned everyone.
“Sinister two.” Jungkook said all giddy, obviously excited to put on this horror film. I hated horrors and so did Hobi.
“What, why are we watching a horror? It’s already late!” Hobi whined. I didn’t say anything, I didn’t want to watch it but I didn’t want to ruin their fun.
The movie started playing and honestly I was completely terrified watching it, I unknowingly hid my face in Jin’s shoulder, but quickly whispered an apology when I had realised what I was doing. He didn’t say anything, instead he lifted his arm and draped it around me, pulling me closer to him and allowing me to hide whenever I needed to. My heart raced, it felt so right but yet it feels wrong. I shouldn’t be sat here like this, I didn’t want my feelings for him to come back but I think it’s already too late, the feelings that I had only just got rid of, returned.
I was happy to see her walking through the front door, and I was especially happy to see that she had bought food with her and my favourite chicken. I didn’t want to think that she bought it especially for me, but in my mind I secretly hoped that it was, because that meant she thought of me.
Eating altogether for the first time was nice, every time she would smile because of something one of us had said I’d catch myself looking at her. Her smile was bright and really pretty. It was as if her smile was contagious because whenever she smiled, I smiled too.
I plopped down right beside her before the movie started, without saying a word. The movie started and she seemed somewhat tense, was she scared? That question I had that circled my mind was soon answered when she hid her face in my shoulder, trying to hold back her scream. Hoseok on the other hand didn’t even bother to hide his face and hold back a scream, he just screamed his lungs out.
“I’m sorry.” Y/N whispered as she slowly raised her head and tried to sit back in an upright position, before I did another unexpected thing and put my arm around her. I wanted to reassure her, I wanted to make her feel safe, I wanted to protect her even if it was just another silly movie. She looked up at me, but didn’t shove me away like I thought she would have done, she smiled lightly and returned to look at the T.V.. Could what I feeling be true? Maybe, just maybe
Hey Edo, which Voltron series do you think has the best antagonists both in terms of being an actual threat to the protagonists and being compelling and interesting characters.
it’s really not fair to compare all the older series to VLD since there’s such a huge difference in era/budget/target audience/general dynamic style; the new series is so good all across the board in those aspects that drawing up any comparisons is pretty much shooting all the other series in the neck right from the get go.
that said, i’m going to cheat a bit and say Beast King GoLion is the best. it’s not strictly a ‘voltron’ series but it’s still the basis of everything, and holy shit is it violent and scary. the pilots escape from a cannibal slave ship arena, shirogane gets killed within the first stretch of the first season (and later his younger brother is also killed trying to avenge him), prince sincline is not funny/generally incompetent like prince lotor is, mutilated corpses are regular background filler, princess fala’s remaining citizens constantly get murdered trying to protect her from the galra, planet earth gets blown to pieces, and honerva/haggar is the most horrifyingly merciless villain of all the ones they face.
i think this kind of stuff becomes most apparent watching some of the episodes with chibi/pidge. the older pilots (mostly) do a better job of taking all the horror in stride but there are a few chinks (like losing the pilots, missing his home and his mother etc.) where you can see the extent of how things affect their youngest member and it’s not pretty.
Picked up some mini prints today!!
They would have looked a lot better if I had the versions of the book that I based the colour schemes on and also if the people who work at Staples understood the concept of using bleed when printing images.
me, wearing a cute outfit with a nice hairstyle and makeup:
dorm is deserted, I see no-one
me, in sweatpants, having just had a four hour exam, with oily unbrushed hair and pimples:
everyone in the university is on my floor, can't go to the bathroom without running into 30 really hot guys, all the girls dressed up perfectly to go out, everyone looks at me
Hey guys! So this is a collab with the awesome @loshka !!!!
We were both like, you know what would be great Ignis and Noctis…with Mindflayers and so that’s exactly what we did!
This fic contains Ignoct, along with Mindflayer/Ignis/Noctis. I hope you guys enjoy and have fun with it~
I would give warnings but I don’t want to spoil the surprise~
The soft kisses on his neck were what stirred him awake. Ignis sighed quietly, and his hand slowly moved to rest on top of the head resting against his shoulder. Noctis’ hair was damp and soft, probably from a shower he’d just taken. He was leaning against Ignis, pressing his chest against his own as he slowly moved over his neck with those soft lips of his. In all honestly, it was a perfect way of waking up. Ignis couldn’t remember the last time he had the chance to be woken up like this, it probably hadn’t happened since they left Insomnia.
Ignis kept his eyes closed for a bit longer, enjoying the moment. It was rare for Noctis to wake up before him, even less be this affectionate early in the morning. For starters, he was usually more than grumpy after waking up, and it would take him a good hour to actually be awake enough to function right. Ignis relaxed against the soft touches, and moved his hand from Noctis’ hair to his bare back. The soft skin was slightly wet still, and if it weren’t for Ignis being so relaxed and comfortable he probably would have said something about Noctis needing to dry himself properly. He could nag him later, for now he was just letting him do as he pleased.
Noctis’ arms ended up sneaking around Ignis’ chest and he was squirming closer to him. He was lazily grinding against him, his lips moving from his neck to his chin as he smiled. “Iggy,” Noctis’ voice was quiet and almost muffled by something. He gently nibbled on Ignis’ chin, just to bury his face against his neck again and suck on the skin there. Noctis’ hands moved over the skin of his chest and back, before slowly moving down to his belt to unbuckle it with his trembling fingers.
“Good morning, Noct,” Ignis chuckled quietly.
Noctis replied by leaning in and kissing his lips. He was needy, his craving so evident and easy to read when his tongue greedily pushed against Ignis’ lips. He snickered, and gently bit on Ignis’ bottom lip. He tugged on the soft flesh and then pressed his lips against Ignis’ again, letting his tongue push inside his mouth. Noctis slowly worked on the zipper of Ignis’ trousers, his hands trembling too much for him to be able to do it efficiently.
All of Noctis was trembling a little bit too much. Ignis tried to open his eyes but his eyelids just felt so heavy, he must have been exhausted from yesterday. He let out a quiet noise and pulled Noctis closer, his hands gripping his waist. He leaned his forehead against Noct’s, feeling his soft breathing and listening to the quiet noises he was making. He was letting him do as he pleased, his mind not fully awake yet. Or maybe he was just too comfortable. Noctis’ hands were now slipping underneath his underwear, his wet hands gripping his cock before he slowly moved his wrist to stroke the length.