F U L M I N E

twentyseven. civilian. tattoo artist. "There’s a flower that blooms in the darkness. Lirio de los valles. So many reasons it shouldn’t exist. You are that flower. So you may as well bloom. Because it’s going to be dark for a while."

[nataliaballard]

nonsparklyed​:

As someone that had been in his fair share of fights before, he knew exactly how different it was when you punch a bag and when you do it to someone’s face. But it wasn’t always that you could do the later. Not every day that he got to fight with someone, even in his job, sometimes it was pretty peaceful, and he didn’t even have to point his gun at anyone, “Are you offerig yourself?” he teased her, his tone was as playful as he could make it be at a moment like that, but his usual grin in his face when he joked, wasn’t on his lips, but there was a small smile, “I should probably let you know, that i’m really good at fighting, and I would win if we sparred together,” he didn’t know how good she was at it, so he wasn’t being serious, for all he knew, she could be better than him.

Tilting her head, she gave the idea a moments thought before breaking into a smile. She hadn’t been originally but now? His confidence, however jokingly it was meant only made her lean towards going for it. “You probably would.” She responded sarcastically. Topping off her water she slowly stood up as she motioned in a bring it on motion. “Let’s put it to the test. Winner gets...” She shrugged. “Bragging rights and whatever else.” She hadn’t thought far enough ahead, mostly just entertained by the idea of a little sparring match happening to being with. With everything else going on and the tension oh so clearly felt throughout every corner for this little town, she just wanted to have a little fun and not think so much. 

[nataliaballard]

Passing time in the back till he was finished for the night, she had been drawing away but once she heard the chatter and the bell for the front went off she closed her book. Getting up from the small couch she made her way to the front, tossing what she was holding onto the first chair she reached. “You too tired to do one more?” Arching a brow she waited for his answer. She had been itching to get something new but she wasn’t sure of what she wanted.  Although if the many she already sported said anything about her, it was that she didn’t exactly plan it out the way some people would think an artist would. She needed to be impulsive in some ways, this was the least unhealthy of her options. “I get to take my shirt off for you if that sweetens the deal.” @rileybraxton​

[nataliaballard]

Staring intensely in front of her, her hand gripped around the glass tightly. Waiting...waiting..waiting. How long had she been waiting for? It was probably only a few seconds but currently, it felt like an eternity. Dramatic, sure, but her leg was bouncing under the table like she was nervous for the ending but really it came down to her own impatience and competitiveness. Even with as many drinks as she had in her currently - actually, that might’ve only made it worse. Once Leyla made her move, Nat was dropping her piece in before Leyla’s hand had even moved. “Connect four!” She shouted out, letting her glass go only to throw her hands up in victory. “I really thought you were going to win there for a second.” @leylaxoden​

[nataliaballard]

Looking around La Luna, with it now closed the quietness inside of the place was weird to take in when she only ever really heard it with music and conversations filling the place. Turning to look over at Dahlia once she popped up from the back again, she lowered herself onto the bar, using her hand as a fist to rest her chin on. “Random question here but if you could go anywhere right now, where would you?” She knew it probably seemed to come out of left field but with how she had been feeling, it made perfect sense to question it. Did she want to get away from Charming? The answer wasn’t so simple anymore but boy did she want to run some days, she was just afraid that if she did, she’d always be doing that. If she was always doing that, then maybe she was more like her father than she thought. @dahliaxwright​

[nataliaballard]

“Is there any corner of this town you won’t show up at or am I just that lucky to have you following me around.” Nat said as she practically emerged from the shadows. She had spotted Alara, choosing to stay put and wait to see if she did anything to what she had just put up on the side of the building. In truth, it wouldn’t have been a piece of art that she would particularly angry over if she had done something over it because she had been drinking a little more than usual and the chances of it being up to her own standards when she was sober were slim to none. Regardless, the fact that it was Alara coming around made her feel the need to get catty just because. “If you even think to touch it, I’ll rip the hair off that pretty head.” And yes, it was frustrating how gorgeous someone that was so infuriating was.  @alaratezel​

[nataliaballard]

Shifting in the bar stool, she kept messing with her glass and trying her best not to look around however much she wanted to. Rendezvous wasn’t her favorite place to be at or really any place dominated by the Wolves as a whole. Whatever Charlie did in his own time wasn’t any of her business that much was clear so while she didn’t expect anything anymore, she also didn’t want to deal with some awkward run-in. When Abraham came up beside her she sighed in relief. “Are you done dealing with business?” She questioned, downing the rest of her drink before turning her seat to face him more. “Can we please get the hell out of this place now. Any longer and I might fight someone here.” @wellsabraham​

[glamoroussource]

phoebe tonkin photographed for elle magazine by stefania paparelli, 2018

[nataliaballard]

Riley text: what's gonna happen if I don't show up?

[text] Nothing.

[text] 🙃

[nataliaballard]

(From Abraham) [text] Where the hell are you???

[text] Practice patience 

[text] Don’t worry I’m bringing you something good

[nataliaballard]

what's your relationship with your dad like right now?

“I could light myself on fire and he’d probably look the other way.” 

[fxreignprince]

How frustrating it was not being able to figure out what happened, all he wanted was to make sure that whoever killed those people, would get what they deserved, but he still had no idea who was the one that did it. It was probably one of the reasons why he worried the most about the ones that he loved. How was he supposed to protect them when he had no idea who was the one that he had to be careful with? He needed to let out his anger, so he went to the gym, he knew that a few punches on the bag, would make him feel better. After a long session of punches, he stopped, and grabbed his towel, he was covered in sweat, “God bless the one that invented punch bags.” @charmingstarter​

[nataliaballard]

“I don’t know.” Taking a deep breath from where she sat currently. She had just finished with her own way of trying to work through the nerves she got since the masquerade. “Never really quite gets the same rush from when you actually punch someone.” While she was just teasing, it was actually something she thought to be true. When pissed off and taken out on the person that deserves it, she could honestly say the satisfaction from landing a punch right in the middle of someones face was something else. It had been a long time since she had done so but boy was life constantly tempting her. Right now though, it wasn’t exactly what she was going for, simply wanting to find other ways to occupy her mind from all the buzzing. 

[nataliaballard]

for: @wellsabraham​ 

By this point she was a couple drinks in and had been mingling around with others but mostly taking in the sight of all the women and men within the town hall because they were all unfairly good looking. She’d be surprised if more people went home alone tonight than not, at least if things went smoothly and oh how she desperately wished for that to be the case. The worry of anything going wrong was maybe why she had immediately made a beeline for the bar when she had arrived. “Look at you.” Gesturing to his fit, arching a brow. “I’m almost attracted to you.” She teased him. “I mean, you look the part but I can see your frown lines even with that mask on.” 

[nataliaballard]

for: @dahliaxwright​​

“Hi beautiful.” Nat said as she came up beside Dahlia and looped her arm through hers. Her head turned from the crowd of people to her friend. “I’m going to want many drinks tonight so that means if you see me doing anything with anyone that is...” she bit her lip, looking up slightly as if she was in deep thought looking for the right word. “Questionable..then call my ass out please.” She probably wouldn’t get that messy, but something about being all dressed up this night made it feel like she had to get a little wild. Who knew, she was just hoping the enjoy herself. “Now where’s your boytoy?” 

[nataliaballard]

for: @alaratezel​​

Five minutes had gone by and there felt like there was little movement in the line that she had placed herself in to go into the restroom. Leaning against the wall, she had been wasting time on her phone minding her own business while the few others waiting ahead of her seemed to be gossiping away with each other. “Hope you’re not desperate for the bathroom ‘cause I’ve been here a couple minutes already.” Her words were aimed to the person she saw walking up to get in line out of the corner of her eye but when she turned her head and landed on who it was the small smile quickly felt and she had to resist the roll of her eyes. “Lucky me.”

[nataliaballard]

for: @leylaxoden​

The moment she spotted Leyla, she was working her way through the crowd all while making sure that her drink didn’t spill. It was a hard thing to do, heels weren’t exactly her go-to and she could probably count the amount of times she got this dressed up on one hand. She couldn’t deny she was happy with the end result but the amount of time it took her to get herself to look the way she did? She didn’t need to repeat the process for another year at least. However, she appreciated the occasion purely because she could gawk at everyone else. Right now that was aimed at Leyla. “You look so goddamn hot.” She whispered into her ear after leaning into her. Pulling back, she looked her up and down once more. “I mean, beautiful and gorgeous and all that too but so fucking hot. If cain doesn’t nicely take that dress of you-” because it would be cruel to accidentally rip something so beautiful “- by the end of the night, then I will volunteer myself.” 

[nataliaballard]

i guess

[nataliaballard]

nonsparklyed​:

His eyes went up as suddenly he saw the brush falling just a few inches away from him. He was never a big fan of painting, mostly because he was terrible at it, maybe if he actually enjoyed it, and spent some of his time, trying to improve it, training, then he would be better at it, but he was never a fan. When it came to art, he enjoyed more music, but he also wasn’t the best at actually wirting a song, singing and playing instruments, however, was a different history. He also enjoyed dancing, and could actually be really decent at it, but what he did the most was the former, dancing was close second though, “Are you saying that you do this often? How rebel of you,” he teased her, at least it wasn’t with paint in it, that could have stained his clothes, which he wouldn’t really like, “Maybe, but I can’t promise that you will get out of it without a few broken bones.”

“You know,” she shrugged. “I dabble in rebellion.” She teased in return, holding back a laugh as she stared down at him. “Hmmm.” Her eyes took in the ground around him as if she was actually debating on jumping but while it certainly wasn’t the highest billboard out there, it was too high to think of taking her own words seriously. “I use to wonder what it would be like to break a bone as a kid. Is that weird?” There was one time where she actually thought she had broken her arm but that’s what she got for skating down a hill before she had any real control. “Anyway,” sighing she swung her legs before patting the empty space beside her, making sure she her rings hit so the sound was emphasized. “You joining me or what?”