Sorry for my lack of posting lately
I have been working on so many things
But here is a short comic I made of mc and saeyoung
Because I still love mystic messenger
Please don’t repost without a tag or a link to my pages
Until next post
Summary: In a bid for the power born of true love, King Arthur binds Emma to the broken blade Excalibur. Unbeknownst to him, Killian Jones is bound to the other half, having given himself over to the darkness in order to exact his revenge on Rumpelstiltskin. He frees Emma from King Arthur’s control, sparking the beginnings of war between Camelot and Misthaven, and a quest to rid her of the darkness. (No Curse AU)
tried not to look at him, and she tried to shut him out.
imagined the darkness might taunt her, tempt her to leave him behind. But
it only thrashed against whatever magic coated the dagger in Killian’s back,
the sensation scraping against her bones. The voices keened loudly in her
ear, a mournful sound that nearly brought her to her knees. She knew, if
she fell, neither of them would get back up.
SUMMARY: Silent stars, chaotic thoughts, shoulder brushes. Two people with their hearts torn between duty and free will. One whisper of a moment is all it takes for them to fall like stars.
UNIVERSE: The Royal Romance
PAIRING: Drake X MC
WORD COUNT: 1600+ words
AUTHOR’S NOTE: For Round Fifteen of #ChoicesCreates by @hollyashton and hosted by @zigisbisexual. The prompt was: ‘That was fun, let’s do it again sometime!’
I have absolutely no idea how such a prompt turned into this poetry-sprinkled piece, but here we are. Written while listening to Elvis Presley’s Can’t Help Falling in Love, and Ariana Grande’s Almost is Never Enough. (Rating: T, angst as usual)
The midnight sky is glittered by the twisted, warped shapes of the stars. The castle is filled with the wandering thoughts of the lost and conflicted. The night sings the bittersweet ballad of moments that’ll never be.
All this happens as the stars fall down, down, down. Just like the people who fall in love.
But the dangerous part isn’t the fall. It’s not having the assurance of whether or not the one they were falling for would catch them, taking a risk that could either save them or shatter them to pieces.
Guess who’s back with a brand new track choices fic!
Song inspiration: “LoveWave” - Iveta Mukuchyan (Իվետա Մուկուչյան)
Book: The Freshman
Pairing in focus: Zig/MC
WARNING: THIS FIC CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT !
lines, dancing shadows, a moment of disorientation, of liberating silence.
Diffidently her nose detects a pleasant rough scent in the sticky air. She can
hear the comforting breath of a familiar person, can feel the velvety fibers of
her very own bed. Tentatively she allows her light green eyes to open up only
to find herself in a well known ambiance – a small room, her room, seemingly
set aflame by vibrant shades of red and orange that the dying day has left
behind. Blinded by an overwhelming amount of sensory input she scans her
surroundings when all of a sudden a gentle touch awakens her from a brief state
of unknowingness. Shock waves of sparkling electricity spreading through her
nerves, her skin, her bones. Her blood infected with an urgent craving, a
boiling fever. She can feel a set of rather rough fingers playfully dancing
over her shoulder in a surprisingly elegant, smooth almost weightless manner.
Her mind is pushing her to turn around, to catch a glimpse of the gifted
puppeteer yet her body remains the way it is now, sitting on the edge of the
mattress with her eyes almost glued to the door. For the fraction of a second
the situation seems odd and forbidding … chained by her curiosity and the beat
of her hungry heart, she is a captive of this moment. Seemingly inexhaustible
the fingers keep dancing over her soft skin … from her bare collarbone all the
way down to her trembling chest – an unwinding flow, a sensitive back and
forth. Suddenly a deep and calm voice starts whispering foreign sounding spells
into her vigilant ear thus breaking the sheer everlasting silence – words of unthinkable
passion fueling the blazing fire burning within her veins.
“I know what you want …. I know what you need” Visibly caught by surprise she
finally manages to break her invisible chains for the blink of an eye. Hastily
she turns around only to find her bed completely empty. There was no one behind
her, he was not behind her. Who or what was she even expecting to find as a
brief wave of disappointment rushes through her entire body.
“Over here…” The familiar voice is calling from where her eyes were locked
for what felt like hours before. Now she is able to take a reassuring look at
her accommodator – strong shoulders, a skin gently kissed by the
sun, a pair of dark brown eyes and smoothly gelled back hair.
“Zig?” she asks in disbelief. No reply. Stoically he remains standing there in
the middle of the room staring at her with the intensity of a thousand suns.
Her mind is actively trying to fight his gaze although deep down inside she
knew all too well that this war was already lost. Almost reflexively she is biting
her bottom lip thus inviting him to reignite the wildfire within her system. A
poised smirk appears on his glowing face as he slowly makes his way over to
her. Every step he takes sends shivers down her spine, so rough and yet
elegant. Finally he is within her reach,
carefully leaning down until their faces are only inches apart. In his eyes she
can see a mesmerizing dance of shadow and light, of warm earth tones and an eternal
fire. Her olfactory sense inebriated, enchanted, blessed by the subtle smell of
his cologne. Teasingly he plants a quick kiss on her tingling lips leaving her
wanting the whole world and more.
“I knew it” he whispers as his tongue quickly darts over the soft surface of
his upper lip. A white flag raised, the voices within her head stopped
screaming. From this moment onward her flaming heart would take control over
every inch of her body. Finally laying down her armor, laying down her guard.
“Shut up” she replies without even thinking twice as she pulls him into yet another
kiss – passionate, deep, sensual. In a whirl of raging passion the wandering
kisses grow more and more intense – on and off her lips, along her smooth jaw
line, down her throbbing throat, passing her joyful singing heart, her arching
ribs, her inbound bellybutton. The path of his deliberately planted kisses
would not end on the lowest point of her abdomen though. She could feel his
warm breath at the very center of her deepest desire. There, at the horizon of
all her expectations his tongue keeps skillfully moving in curved lines, small
circles, sharp angles – breathy sounds fleeing her mouth, her hands entangled
in his thick hair, her head pressed into the soft fibers of her pillow. Even at
the peak of lust her restless body is craving for more. In a movement as swift
as an arrow she pulls his head up and rips off the white shirt from his broad
chest. Her fingers smoothly gliding over the contours of his bulging biceps, passing
his muscular neck, up and down the mountains and valleys she found under his
heart. Determined to fuel the fiercely dancing flames inside of her once more she
unravels his belt to finally be able to hastily remove his tight jeans. As she
lets herself fall back onto the mattress he cautiously crawls on top of her - face
to face, skin to skin. This is all she ever wanted, all she ever needed. In
this very moment she is able to feel his consistently fast beating heart as she
digs her fingers into his muscular back. As two hearts become one her eyes are
closed. She finds herself waiting for everything he has to offer to her, her soul,
her body … waiting for an explosion of passion, waiting for the final spark….
Blurring lines, dancing shadows, a moment of disorientation, of liberating
Where just one second ago was a raging fire suddenly only black smoke and white
mist is left…. The heat is gone, he is gone but her unfulfilled craving, her
hunger for everything she just saw, heard, smelled and felt remains constant
throughout fantasy and reality.
At first I really hate Becca , but now I loved her! thou I’m with Chris and yep gotta stay loyal to my man. But since I don’t have enough diamonds to go hang out with her . imagination is the key🎉✨ #AuroraMusicFestival2017 is a huge hit for the Gang 👌💕