#day iii

[deancassieweek]

hey everybody! it’s day three of deancassie week 2022!

today is also national kiss and make up day, and to celebrate that, our themes today are kiss and make up as well as hope for the future. the color pallet prompt is green and gold, representing renewal and beauty. remember to tag your posts with #deancassieweek22 and/or tag us in your captions!

[alifelongpassed]

"My illusions of Godhood are surpassed only by my desire to be whole again."

Dungeon days - actually day 3 quick thing - reference used

[myrxellabaratheon]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

@ironstrangehq IRONSTRANGE WEEK | DAY 3 The Cloak of Levitation

The Cloak never took to anyone who wasn’t Strange himself and he had to show her that he could be trusted in the first place and now she was there, wrapped around Tony’s body as if she was trying to say Stephen something. Ok, maybe the Cloak had a point and cuddling with Tony was great because the man completely relaxed snuggling more into the hug and looked ten years younger and without any worry in his life but that wasn’t the point in the first place.

Special thanks to @music-is-the-voice-of-the-soul

[thelifeofmnv]

[huntedhunter]

@sirus-merrick

The Cornucopia should have burned from day one, Hunter concluded with a glare as he was swimming on the island with his mace hanging heavily, in the role of an anchor he didn’t need. That was going to steal a lot of energy that he needed, according to the Eleven male tribute. He didn’t know what he was going to find, but he was so eager to see anyway. And oh, so thirsty: for water, for blood, for a revenge for nothing in particular other than how privileged the two One tributes have been to camp out in the heart of the arena. 

Swimming wasn’t difficult. He wasn’t good at it, but he didn’t have to be, to stay at the surface and keep moving. With a little bit of ambition and a direction, nothing was difficult, howsoever. Tick, tock, tick, tock, he was slowly getting near, and his heart pumped excitement, not blood through his veins. 

[cutiepiemish]

Hi! I’m so glad to hear you are enjoying the things I am sending you.

“You’re in love with him.” It took Lucifer a moment to realise that is why Castiel was here before him telling him to stay away from Sam. “You’re in love with my vessel! Sam was made for me and me alone!” Lucifer could feel his rage building how dare his brother think he had the right to love what belong to him.

“Sam is not yours and he will never be yours.” Castiel would not allow Lucifer to lay any claim to Sam Winchester. Sam might be Lucifer’s vessel but he was nothing like his fallen brother Sam was the light to Lucifer’s darkness.

“Sam was created for me and he is mine to claim.” Lucifer hissed wishing that he could get rid of the holy oil that kept him imprisoned, now that he looked at his brother he could see the echo of Sam’s soul that had mingled with Castiel’s grace and it was as glorious as he had always pictured it to be.

Taking a step closer to the oil burning fire Castiel looked his brother in the eyes. “You will never have Sam; he is far stronger than any of us thought he could be. I have faith in him and Dean that they can stop the Apocalypse and lock you back in the cage. And you will be locked away with the knowledge that it is me Sam loves and it is my touch that he welcomes and it will never be yours.” Castiel knew he was playing a dangerous game with Lucifer and his possessiveness and need to claim Sam but Sam was his and he would die before he would let Lucifer lay one finger on Sam.

“We shall see brother, we shall see.”

Slowly Castiel shook his head. “There is nothing to see brother, Sam Winchester is his own person and I am the lucky one that he has chosen to love and there is nothing on Earth or in Heaven that could make me give up that honour. So I will say it again Lucifer, you will never get Sam Winchester.”

I like this, because Cas would really stand his ground. He’s a very passionate person and he really loves Sam, he’s not going to give him up or apologize for his feelings! Thanks for the submission, this is cute c: 

[xoepic]

SPEAK Easy | III - Conscious Genocide [Prod. by Black Keys, RZA]

@SPEAKEasyMilw | III - Conscious Genocide (@UniFiRecords) #AWGU

From the mini project, VII Days, presented by Uni-Fi Records, SPEAK Easy and his label mates have been releasing a song a day for a whole week since May 19th. Each of these tracks were made for their previous mixtape, Mixtape Vol. 1 back in 2014 but did not make the cut. (more…)

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[sunmoonandtalia]

Falling For You

Day III: Love is an Open Door

I'm a huge cheater and this is actually from ages ago, and is the very first thing I wrote for the hanna fandom!

However, I've decided to re-post it cause it fits the prompt and I'm really quite fond of it, so nyeh :P

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Giddy, the two of them ran up the spiral staircase, giggling all the way. The pair finally reached the top and Anna turned around to face Hans, their eyes briefly locking on to one another. Hans felt his stomach drop as his green eyes met with her azure ones. Should he be enjoying himself this much? Why not, he reasoned. If he planned to marry Anna, it was preferable for her to be bearable, let alone actually…compelling. Perhaps gaining the crown didn’t rule out the possibility of a happy marriage. He reached for her hand but she backed away, twirling around to continue running around the circular balcony, his hand grasping only empty air instead of the warmth of her petite hands. He tried again, reasoning that it was the romantic thing to do – never mind that he actually sort of liked the feel of her hand in his, that it made him feel strong and protective and, well, wanted. Yet again, her hand slipped just out of his grasp causing him to stumble and grab on to the balcony to right himself.

Even though he had regained his balance, it felt as though has heart had carried on falling through the floor. Well, that was it then. He should have known that someone actually caring about him was impossible. Hans was used to being shut out, left behind, left…hanging. It should be no different this time, so why did it feel so much worse than he had become accustomed to? He watched Anna continue along the balcony, the hand he had reached out to her with curling into a fist. No, it wasn’t him that she was in love with, but the idea of being in love with him. He had shown her interest, and her sister’s treatment of her had obviously left her lonely, isolated and desperate for attention. If it hadn’t have been him it would have been someone else, anyone who could give her the company she so desperately craved. Well, that was fine by him. He’d give her what she wanted, and she’d do the same in return. He’d come here expecting to use the princess, but it turned out she was using him too. He fought back a hollow laugh, thinking that at least this would make things easier. There would be no second thoughts, no stirrings of guilt at deceiving someone so undeserving – for how could she be undeserving if she were using him too?

He forced a light-hearted smile on his face, turned his back to her and ran around the other side of the balcony, planning to catch her off guard and lift her into the air. After all, he mused, wouldn’t that be the more romantic thing to do?