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Last things for the day; I figured out how to say it.
The reason why BTS at the Harry Styles concert, having the time of their lives, jamming with Lizzo, feeling the music in their bones, and everything else that came with it was so heart warming, is because it’s exactly the type of message that they’re trying and have been putting out. BTS themselves are breaking barriers, connecting, and helping people with music, despite the language they sing in. Seeing them experience their own goal/passion/message for somebody else is just… euphoric 😭
I Remember. As promised to the Anon who requested more dreamshare AU submas!
63 with Vik (ofc) and V 👉🏼👈🏼
63. “Stop running from this. I know I’m not the only one who feels it.” i’m. really sorry.
Vik follows V through his apartment, rubbing a hand over his neck as he watches her collect her things. They'd spent the night together; one thing leading to another on his couch, sipping wine and sharing a laugh. Next thing he knew, he was buried inside the girl of his dreams. Vik knows he wont soon forget the relief-filled smile V had shown him, breathing the word finally against his mouth. All in all, pretty fantastic evening.
The next morning, however, offered a chance for him to really think it through, falling deep into his own melancholy as he sat next to the open window, smoking one of her cigarettes and watching her sleep in his bed. Vik knew he wanted to wake up to that sight every morning for the rest of his life, but -
But this is V. She's young, and beautiful, and has her whole goddamn life ahead of her. No way was he gonna shackle her to an old ripper like him. He loves her, so fucking much. He won't be responsible for holding her back.
When she woke up and he gently nudged her in the direction of maybe we keep this a one-time thing, she took exception to that. The heartbreak and rage lighting up her face and making her chest heave will be seared in his mind for a long time, he knows.
Presently, V shoves herself into her boots, turning towards him with a shake of her head. Her eyes travel over his torso, still shirtless from bed. She quickly shakes her head, crossing her arms over her chest. "One time thing. Right. So, what, exactly; you just wanted to get your dick wet?"
"What? Christ, V, of course not. You know you mean more to me than that," Vik responds with incredulity, running a hand down his face. He has to make her understand, somehow.
V snorts loudly, holding her head in her hands. Her stomach is near her ankles, she thinks, turning towards the door and picking up her bag. "Right. Yeah. Silly me, thinking you don't want me after dropping a bomb like that."
"V -"
"Am I not - enough?" Her voice is near a whisper as she stares straight at the door, shoulders hunched. "'Cause I know I'm not the only one who feels like this. I know I'm not only seeing what I want to see. You feel it, too. So are you saying this, because I'm - I'm too much to handle, or not enough to love?" I will not cry, I will not cry.
"Because you deserve so much fucking more," Vik says, sounding desperate. V turns on her heel, incredulous, and Vik looks at her with a pleading expression, shaking his head. "You're moving up in this world, and got a hell of a life ahead of you. You're gonna want so much more from this life, sweetheart."
"You're so fucking blind, you know that?" V throws her hands up in exasperation, chuckling without humor. She can feel her heart sinking, eager to join her stomach. "None of it means shit to me, none of it - not my rep, not the eddies; all of it is fucking worthless. What matters to me is sharing my life with the man I -" Her throat closes, and she turns from him with a shake of her head, breathing hard.
"You can do so much better than an old man like me," Vik says after a minute, palm pressed to the side of his face as he watches her.
"I've never cared about that. I care about you, I want you." V runs a hand back through her hair, looking at him with a hard glint to her eye. "Look me in the eye and tell me you don't want me, and we can drop this whole thing."
He's silent as they stare each other down. Both too damn stubborn for their own good. The longer the silence stretches, the more her heart sinks. V finally laughs, breathless and without humor, as Vik's hand curls into a fist at his side. She bites down on her tongue, hard enough to taste copper, as she turns from him to head to the door.
"I only want what's best for you, sweetheart."
V shakes her head at his words, swallowing down her tears as the shame and rejection bubble to the surface. "You are such a fucking coward," is all she calls over her shoulder before slamming the door.
He doesn't follow.
OK BUT LOOK AT THIS. Girl, this is the finest thing you’ve ever done (that I’ve seen lol). I can’t tell you how much I love this 😍
Day 3 of the #bob20anniversary prompt: RED
(and also bruised & battered, and *also* very applicable to the day 7 prompt for Breaking Point)
cw: gore below
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A holiday request for @rixareth of a Vargas/Snowgrave crossover. It got a bit out of hand, haha.
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A holiday request for @rixareth of a Vargas/Snowgrave crossover. It got a bit out of hand, haha.
(requests are closed)
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Blood can flow as fast as tears, but it flows elsewhere, and the echo of its touch washes off Lara’s shoes instantly. For Lara, the daughter of the White Mariner and the Queen of Winter, is the stuff of fairy tales, and in her blood sings the promise of eternity itself. Time and decay cannot touch her; her children will be kings of kings, for all time and forever.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/24038296/
Again, I recommend reading this fanfiction by @revoevokukil if you crave more Aen Elle content and, like me, think they deserve a deeper characterisation. Lara Dorren aep Shiadhal is one of the best examples... and here, you will find a complex woman that tries to find her way in the maze of fate she's caught in. Goosebumps when I read the words above!
Two words about the picture - I chose a Python as a representation for Orouboros, because well... Only they can swallow themselves whole. And please click for a non-foggy version.
THANK YOU SATAN
In The First Avenger the first thing Steve said to Bucky was the last thing Bucky said to Steve before falling off the train
“I am sorry too … Sorry I will never know him … but he will know why I died and I hope he will understand. I was trying to make a world in which he could live a happier life” (Remus Lupin - Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows)
I Didn't Ask For This (part seven)
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6
Summary: Marriage had always been something sacred to little Y/n, something dream like, where her husband would come and whisk her away to a fairyland. At least, that's what she had always thought.
All her dreams would be shattered.
But maybe she can salvage them?
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Tw: forced marriage, none more that I can think of, so let me know if I need to add anything.
A/n: Thanks to all the anons who gave me ideas for this! I love you all soo much. Also, the dress is not too scandalous (because girlie would have a heart attack if it were) but enough to make him drool😉
And, also, this one is mostly Nesta and reader's friendship and fluff, but there will be an angsty part soon where babygirl slaps babyboi so bear with me.
Edit: Okay yall, the thing I wrote above? It was before I started writing, and now, let me tell you, there is some angst and sadness too, near the end. I was actually planning for the parts from now on to be mostly fluffy, but this new story line is pretty good too, and filled with angst 😌 and who doesn't love some angst?
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Y/n sat calmly on Nesta's bed, sipping tea as Nesta threw her clothes out from her wardrobe, searching for something she deemed suitable for the dinner date Y/n was going on with Azriel.
Y/n was going to wear one of her everyday dresses, but when Nesta was told about the dinner, she started panicking as if Y/n was going to a war.
When Y/n said as much, Nesta had flicked her hair back and said, 'there is not much difference between the two. You always take part in it to win.'
And of course, no one could argue with Nesta, so here they were.
Finally, after what seemed like eternity, Nesta came and plopped down next to Y/n, sighing. Y/n set aside her empty tea cup before turning to her.
"And? Did you find something that suited your preferences?" Nesta shook her head sadly before she sat up, excited once more.
"I can ask Mor for something."
"Nesta–"
Y/n didn't have a chance to speak before Nesta was running out of the room. Y/n shook her head and leaned back against the headboard, thinking of what would happen at the dinner.
Soon, Nesta had come back with a black fitted dress. It would have been okay if not for the thin straps that were holding it up and the neckline that concealed nothing.
"You want me to wear that? No. Not happening."
"Come on! It's a beautiful dress! Just for tonight. I won't force you to wear anything again."
Y/n contemplated for a moment before shrugging and taking the dress. When she had changed into it, Nesta forced her to sit in front of the vanity and started doing her hair. It was so elaborate that with every passing moment, Y/n's fear of whether she'd be able to undo it herself increased.
Only time would tell.
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"Okay, so let's go over this again. If he tries to do something you don't like, what will you do?" Nesta stood next to Y/n, ticking things off on her fingers. She'd been at it long enough that Y/n wondered if she should just go to sleep and cancel the dinner with her husband.
"Nesta! We've been doing this for the past couple of hours! I get what you're trying to say!" When Nesta just stared at her, Y/n sighed. "I tell him I don't like it?"
"No! See, you say you understand what I'm saying, then get all the wrong answers!"
"Then what is the correct answer?"
"You kick him between the legs and run away–"
"Nesta, no–"
"Nesta yes. That's what you will do. Understand?" When Y/n nodded exasperatedly, Nesta continued. "Let's go over this again because you don't pay attention to me. Okay, so–"
Footsteps sounded and Azriel appeared. And, even though Y/n wasn't really excited or interested in going out with him, she still sent out a prayer of thanks to the Nother. Because the longer he took to come, the longer Nesta would go on and on about the subtle art of kicking males.
He suddenly stopped short, his eyes surveying Y/n from head to toe. His lips parted as he slowly looked up into her eyes. His pupils were blown wide, his neck and face flushed. He held a bouquet of flowers in his slack hand. He was wearing a finely tailored suit, which fit him in all the perfect ways, showing off his powerful and beautiful body.
Nesta suddenly snapped her fingers, effectively bringing out the couple from the daze they had been in.
Y/n looked away, blushing, as Azriel cleared his throat. He extended the bouquet to his wife, his face becoming redder as she took it. "For y–" He began, but Nesta cut him off.
"She knows it's for her, obviously."
Azriel blinked, taken aback, before nodding. "I think it'd be best if you–"
"You want me to keep that in your room? I doubt you'd be able to do much with those flowers in your hand." Nesta cut in again, not bothering to hide her glee. Y/n nodded slowly, her eyes jumping between the two in front of her as Nesta took the flowers from her. Azriel stared at a spot behind Y/n, his jaw hard.
"I think we should get–" As he began, Nesta spoke up again, to no ones surprise.
"It's getting late. You should leave–"
"Nesta." Azriel said in a dangerously soft voice, a muscle ticking in his jaw. "Don't you have something to do other than talk about kicking a male and interrupting people when they talk?"
Nesta stared at him, indifferent, her eyebrows raised. Y/n looked away, hiding her small smile behind her hand as she pretended to facepalm.
Finally, after the battle Azriel was engaged in ended–thank the cauldron– he stepped forward and held out his hands. Behind him, Y/n saw Nesta wink at her with a mischievous grin. Y/n smiled back, shaking her head an she took Azriel's hand and he pulled her closer.
They took off into the night air, his hands clutching her tight. The flight to the place he had decided was quiet.
As soon as they landed, he offered her his arm, which she eyed suspiciously before turning away. She could practically feel his embarrassment, self consciousness and awkwardness as he lowered the arm and led her to a table in the back.
From the looks of it, this place was expensive. From the numerous chandeliers and the seating to the cutlery and the finest details on the walls and the designs and the architecture, everything screamed expensive.
He pulled out a seat for her, but she walked to the other one and sat herself down. His face was red a he sat down opposite her. As they ordered their food, Azriel asked the waiter to not use peas as Y/n wasn't really fond of peas.
Y/n's eyes were slightly wide as she regarded Azriel. How did he know? When she said as much, he smiled and explained, "I remember you used to complain about how much you despised peas."
"My preferences could have changed." She pointed out.
His smile faltered. "I'm so sorry, I just assumed–"
"It's okay." She cut him off. "I still don't like them."
The dinner was mostly silent despite Azriel's continuous efforts. Whenever he said something, she just hummed or nodded. When he asked her something, she gave short one word answers.
She didn't want to talk to him, and even though she had agreed to have dinner with him, there had been no promises about talking to him. So she stayed quiet, focusing on the food and occasionally finding him staring at her outfit, his lips parted or him biting them. When he realised he was caught, he would return to his food, his face redder than before.
And, despite her initial resentment of the dress she was wearing, she didn't regret wearing it, if it meant she would get to see this flustered side of him.
Soon, they were done and leaving the restraunt when he spoke up.
"Would you like to take a walk and explore Velaris?" From the look in his eyes, he expected her to say yes. And she would've if she didn't hate him. But she did, and so she wanted to spend minimal time with him.
"No. I would like to go home."
"Oh– okay." He looked away for a moment before picking her up and leaping onto the air. While the ride to the restraunt has been comfortable, the ride back was anything but. It was so tense that a blunt knife could have cut through it.
When they landed on the balcony, she turned to walk away. The tension finally exploded. Or Azriel did. Same thing.
He caught her wrist and tugged her to him, her back against his front as his arm wrapped around her, just below her chest.
"What's the matter with you?" He murmured in her ear, his hot breath washing over her face.
"I don't know what you're talking about." She grunted, trying to get free.
"Is it Nesta? Did she tell you to ignore me?"
"Obviously not. Why would she–"
"Then why? Why have you been so cold towards me? Can't you see I'm trying to make this work? You're making it difficult to–"
"I'm just doing what we agreed to. You wanted to have dinner with me, I did. There was no mention of talking to you."
Finally, she managed to free herself from his suddenly slack hold, and when she turned to him, her chest heaving, she found him gaping at her.
"Are you serious?" He whispered, emotions swirling in his beautiful eyes.
Y/n looked away, knowing she was hurting him. But she couldn't help it. She couldn't hand her heart over so easily, knowing if she did, he would have the power over her, and she couldn't let anyone have that power, not so soon after having her first taste of freedom.
He started laughing, her head whipping to him. He took a step back, then another, turning as silver lined his eyes. He leaned on his palms that rested on the railings, shaking his head, grinning like a maniac. He was quiet for a few moments.
"If you don't want to give me a chance, then just say so. I'll leave you alone. Don't need to pretend–"
"I wasn't–"
"Don't. Fucking don't. I get it. You don't want to be with me. You don't even want to try. Just say the words and I'll leave you alone. Don't need to toy with my heart."
"And what of my heart, Azriel? What if you break my heart?"
"I won't! Why do you think everyone, I, have an obsession with breaking your heart? Why–"
"Because you have done it before Azriel! And I don't think I could handle another heartbreak–"
He whipped around, stepping into her, making her crane her head back to look at him. His head was bent to look at her, their noses nearly touching. "I apologised for that already! And I'm trying to right the wrongs! What else do I need to do to gain your trust? Will hurting me help? You know what? Here." He pulled out the only dagger that he had on him and wrapped her hand around the hilt. She tried to pull away, her eyes wide and her heart beating loudly. But his hold was firm as he put the dagger to his chest, his eyes blazing.
"Stab me. Hurt me. Kill me if that's what it takes for you to–" He didn't finish the sentence, his chest heaving. "Do it." She shook her head, her eyes prickling. He huffed and turned away again, leaning on the railing. "Leave, Y/n. And don't worry, I won't bother you again."
Y/n's chest caved at the emotion in his voice, which shook and broke on the last part. She didn't mean to hurt him, and she knew she should clarify why she couldn't trust him.
Her hand rose, shaking.
But just before she could place it on his tense shoulder, she stopped. Would it help? If she told him the reason, would it mend the wounds she had unknowingly inflicted? She didn't think it would.
So she curled her hand into a fist and let it drop back to her side, stepping back and turning away. She needed some time alone, both of them did. She'd talk to him tomorrow.
And as she walked away, she let the tears slip from her eyes.
But she didn't know that behind her, her husband also let the tears flow, his heart aching.
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you know you’re actually heartbroken when it takes away your appetite...
I’m destroyed
BTS (방탄소년단) MAP OF THE SOUL : PERSONA ‘Persona’ Comeback Trailer
compilation of baby muichiro / baby hashira doodles from the last couple of weeks !! original post
"I'm so sorry, little bird."
Render practice of that One Part of the finale animatic that I had to see in color. Original: https://www.tumblr.com/oldswifty/725025647114797056/heres-pt2-of-the-earthspark-finale-storyboards?source=share
Render time; +2hr give or take,this year I enter my gradient tool + lasso tool era.
‘cause they’re never coming back
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The sword is all he left.
kinda sad because i want a girlfriend because girls are pretty
and so are guys
and lots of people.