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Every url that reblog’s will be written in a book and shown to my homophobic dad. 

Okay I'm curious, I've been wanting to post art on this blog for a while but I didn't know if anyone would be interested in seeing my stuff, and I've been wanting to do some welcome home fanart so I just wanted to know, would any of you guys want to see that?

Self reblog!

The Actor falling in love

A/n: Shorter break than expected, but I probably won't get back to posting regularly right away, I wanted to do some simple headcannons but this became a whole ass fic, so I'll probably do more headcannons with Actor soon. Enjoy!

Pairing: Actor and Gender neutral Reader

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, being intoxicated, swearing, and a pinch of angst

Mark wouldn't realize he's in love, not for a long time, it might even take years for him to realize. But once he did it was the best thing that had ever happened to him.

Marks been your friend for seven years now. Frankly he's surprised you've stuck around for that long, but hes grateful, grateful you've decided to put so much effort into the greedy person that he is. Especially considering you didn't have the humblest beginnings.

Mark was a piece of shit, well he was to everyone, but it seemed he had a specific hatred for you, he detested you more than anyone else. As though your mere presence brought him complete and utter anguish.

So why would you choose to stay with him? Why did you beckon him closer, despite his protest.

Yet, no matter how much he pushed you away from him, you always seemed to come back. He wasn't comfortable with the idea of letting someone in, letting someone see all of him not just the cocky, ignorant facade he put up. Yet you ignored the red flags, you broke down his walls without warning. And begrudgingly he let you in.

And soon he felt every time you had to leave he only longed for you closer, he wanted to pull you back into him and never let you go. As selfish as it sounded, you completed him, you made him feel loved for who he was, not who he was supposed to be.

Whenever he was with you he felt complete, not like the half of a whole he felt when he sat by himself, not a shell of a man, that he was when he was lost in thought.

And the more time he spent with you the more his admiration for you grew, when you entered a room his heartbeat quickened, when you flashed him a smile his cheeks grew red, and when your hand brushed his he felt his head became dizzy.

He had grown to care for you more than he had cared for anybody, he felt like a better person when he was with you, you didn't make him feel like a bad person, you forced him to accept the bad parts of himself with the good. And at first it was horrifying, but you made it seem worth it. And thats when it hit him.

Fuck, he was in love with you

At first he tried to fight these feelings whenever you were near, he couldn't stop the hammering of his heart in his chest. He contemplated running, running from it, from you. But he couldn't. He needed you more than he realized.

And he couldn't bring himself to just disappear from your life, he didn't want to hurt you like that. But he couldn’t pretend he wasn’t in love with you, so he had two choices, he had to leave or he had to confess. 

Mark felt a sensation of dread well up in his stomach, for days he contemplated every possible outcome, each scenario growing darker than the last. He had to tell you how he felt, even if it was selfish to hope that someone like you loved him, it was a risk he was willing to take, for his love for you was far greater than his fear of rejection.

He needed it to be casual, though his dramatic fantasy of kissing you on the beach the sun setting behind the two of you, the blend of orange, red, and pink creating the perfect backdrop. No, he couldn't get ahead of himself only to get his heart shattered.

He had invited you to dinner at his house, a simple meal shared between friends, everything was going well you’d spent the evening chatting, just enjoying each others company out on the balcony. That was until Mark had poured you two some wine, he just couldn't help himself.

It wasn't long till Mark felt like his head was lighter than air while his body felt heavier, as though he was glued to the chair.

While you talked you held your gaze among the stars above you twinkling brightly in the dark pool of blue. Mark couldn't help but zone out, enraptured in your beauty as you babbled on Mark didn’t even know what you were saying at this point.

But then you turned to meet his gaze, maybe it was the wine but he could have cared less that you caught him staring 

You tilted your head at him your eyebrows furrowing in confusion

“Mark, are you okay?” you asked, his head bobbled drunkenly.

“You're so pretty, my love.”  he slurred, his fears washed away by the wine in his hand. The man wore a lopsided smile, that tugged from one corner of his face to the other. Your eyes widened, before a sweet smile spread across your face as you chuckled lightly

"Okay, well I think you're drunk enough, time for bed." you whispered gently, taking hold of the wine in his hand and placing it on the table set up on the balcony.

You swung his arm around your neck hoisting him up as you dragged him off the balcony, though it took time and effort you managed to drag him into the kitchen, you propped him up against a chair, his body slumped over lazily while Mark let out a deep groan. You walked into the silent kitchen, opening a wooden cabinet to fetch Mark a glass of water that would, hopefully, sober him up.

You flicked the cold water on, watching the cup fill up as you glanced at the man slumped over on the dinning table. As the cup filled you switched the water off, walking to Mark you placed the cup down, taking a seat next to him as you pushed the water towards him.

Mark grumbled in response, lifting his head from the table to peer out at what had been shoved towards him, he frowned at the cup placed in front of him, sending you a fretful pout.

"What is this for?" he asked, his words jumbled together as he spoke.

"I need you to drink this Mark, or you're going to feel awful in the morning." you spoke in a hushed tone, like a mother cooing to her child. Mark frowned putting his head back down ignoring your concern. You sighed as you scooted closer to the stubborn man.

You lifted him up with a grunt, his body sat against the chair like he was a rag doll that had just been tossed across the room, in any other circumstance you would have found this amusing, maybe even cute. But right now Mark was being a pain in your ass.

"Mark, open your mouth please." without question the man opened his jaw, you grabbed the cup and placed it to his lips gently, pouring the liquid into his mouth.

"Swallow, all of it." you stated firmly. Again, Mark obeyed your instructions. Leaning back in his chair he threw his head back closing his eyes.

"If you want to sleep we have to go up the staircase." you said, earning another groan from the man. You deadpanned, feeling you, yourself groan at the man's antics.

Swinging his arm over your shoulder again.

Shit, This was going to be a lot harder

You thought to yourself as you gazed upon Mark's imperial staircase. Begrudgingly you began to drag the man up the stairs heaving, with each step, you looked up, you weren't even close to the top.

"Why are you so good to me?"

The question caught you off guard, it was uncharacteristically gentle, it felt sincere, which was a rare thing from the cocky man.

You looked down to Mark.

"What do you mean?"

There was a moment of silence, before the man spoke again.

"You're still here, my arrogant, selfish nature drives everyone away, they all leave. But not you, why?" his voice held a genuine sound of confusion.

"Well, I care about you, and I don't think any of those things about you. Sure you can be ignorant and sometimes even stubborn. But I still care a lot about you." and to this Marks head shot up a hopeful look dancing in his chocolate eyes.

"Do you love me?"

Your eyes widened, what could you say? You wanted to tell him the truth. Taking a deep breath, you turned your gaze to the top of the stairs now nearing closer than before.

"I do, I love you Mark." you mentally cursed at how your voice wavered. Mark let out a dramatic sigh, catching your attention.

"Oh love, you have no idea how long I've been waiting to hear those words from you."

And with that you had reached the top, looming down the dark hallway you hobbled into Marks room. Flicking the lights on, you dragged him to his bed laying him down on his velvety sheets. He looked so peaceful, his dark eyes resting, his face softening as his chest rose softly. You smiled, turning to leave the actor to rest.

You stopped as you felt a hand wrapped around your wrist. You turned to see Mark peering at you behind heavy eyes.

“Where are you going?” 

"Downstairs to sleep."

Marks face fell, a pleading look in his eyes.

"You're not going to leave? Leave me?" he asked, his grip tightening.

You sighed, turning and crouching in front of the man.

"Of course not."

"Then would you please stay? Just for a little longer." he paused "I can't let you go."

You smiled, yawning feeling a bit tired yourself.

"Of course." you replied, standing up, and crawling over Mark as you laid beside him, resting your eyes, as you allowed yourself to fade into the darkness. It wasn't long until you felt arms wrap around you as, Mark's heart beat lulled you to sleep.

BRO THIS TOOK FOREVER, if you enjoyed please consider reblogging because that does more for me than just likes and I also like to read your comments in the tags <;33

I heard a need for requests with the silly little muppet himself (Wally) !! /lh

I’d be interested in maybe seeing Wally x a reader with tics! Mainly because I myself have them! But I understand if you haven’t written for tics before or might be antsy to, so I provide a backup prompt!! Generally just how Wally reacts to being flustered, or how one could flusters him and how that plays out:) good ol fluff hehe!!

Have a lovely day!!

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A/n: Hi! Thank you for the request Candle anon! I went with the back up prompt because I was struggling a lot to write the first one and also I didn't want to offend anyone with any sort of misrepresentation or inaccurate depictions of what tics are like, so I hope you don't mind! ^^

Pairing: Wally Darling and Gn Reader (Romantic, Fluff)

Wally isn’t used to having to having someone special in his life that really loves him like you do

So when having an s/o that showers him in unexpected affection, especially if it's physical, of course Wally appreciates any sort of love you give him, he’s just fond of touch because he barely gets any 

Though he's confident in initiating physical contact with you, if you're the one to seek him out for comfort or for any sort of affection he’ll feel a warmth stirring in his chest, he feels appreciated!

If your shorter than him and you tap on his shoulder and ask him to lean down, and kiss him he’ll go a little red in the face, though he doesn’t let you see how much you affect him you can still notice him fumble like a flustered school girl and that's enough for you 

However if your taller than him, and I don’t just mean slightly taller, if you really tower over than him and you decide to pick him up or carry him at all, he’ll lose his goddamn mind

Especially if you just scoop him out of nowhere and cover his face in small pecks, he can’t really hide his flustered state from you

If you gently hold his face and your hands, he’ll gently chuckle, before leaving a peck on your wrist 

Also picking him up and spinning him around like a little rag doll, basically anything having to do with you picking him up gets him red in the face

He just feels so petite, and he’s not sure how to feel about it

Petnames! That shit makes him go feral

"Will you pass me the salt, sweetheart?"

"Yes."

He will not look at you after you call him a petname, like, he's supposed to be doing the smooth talking, not you

And also how dare you for making him feel this way

Also any compliments you give him, he doesn’t get enough of those, he gets easily overwhelmed when you bombard him with compliments 

“You're looking lovely today!” 

“Did you do something new with your hair? Because I love it.”

“Have I ever told you what an amazing painter you are?” 

He’ll just laugh awkwardly before thanking you and steering the conversation away from him

Loves you alot, and hopes that you’ll always be with him <3

Thank you everyone who requested for being so patient! My break is coming to an end so I'm getting ready for school to start back up again so I won't be able to post as much, but I'll still try to get stuff out for you guys! :)

I need him dead

A/n: Hitting you guys with another Damien drabble. I actually really like how this turned out, and I wrote it to be a cliffhanger for a series so you know. This was also kind of an Au idea I had where Celine ends up dead, but I'm not going to spoil to much because I plan to write more for this Au.

Synopsis: After the years of being trapped with Damien in the endless winter woods, he finally decides to finish what Mark started.

Pairing: Damien and Gn! Reader, could be read as Romantic or Platonic

“I don’t know what you want me to say, I knew you wouldn’t be happy with my decision. So I didn’t tell you, what more is there to say?” 

His tone was dim, his dead eyes watching the snow falling outside, with a bitterness you couldn’t describe. 

Your eyebrows furrowed, your eyes glossy with betrayal, illuminated by the flickering light of the dying flame that sat in the cold, dirtied fireplace. Small specks of ashes and dust clung to the wall as small embers popped from the swaying fire.

The light casted your figure against the dark wall behind you. Your heart was beating so fast that you could feel it hammering against your chest. His heavy eyes told you everything, yet you still felt inclined to rebuttal his unspoken argument.   

“Why? Why do you want to do this? We don’t kill for personal gain, that's not who we are.” 

your tone weary, your eyes just as heavy, purple bags hanging from beneath. You looked as exhausted as you felt, every breath seemed to put a strain on your whole body, a burning, aching strain.

You knew exactly how this would end, and to be honest, you didn’t really care anymore, but one of you had to be good, right? This was just the part you had to play. 

“That’s not who we used to be at least, rules change when the game changes, dear. I thought you’d at least understand that.” his voice merely a hushed whisper. A crowded silence filled the room. Before he sighed, speaking again. 

“I was a good man, but I can’t be that man anymore, not here. It doesn’t matter what we do here there is no judge, because we're already in hell my love.”

His voice remained shallow, that nickname he used to sing to you so sweetly, that once made your heart flutter, now only filled you with dread.

His dark gaze drifted solemnly to the creaky wood of the old cabin, and it seemed almost like the wood creaked and swayed under his prying eyes. Damien let out a breathy chuckle. 

“Do you remember when we built this cabin?” your breath hitched, his tone was filled with longing, a melancholy look swirling in his chocolate eyes.

“Yes, I remember.” you replied meekly

Damien's head slowly rose up, his hollow gaze seeping into you, tearing you open. 

“Then you know, we have to kill Mark.” 

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