“The first thing that came to my mind was my life has ended, but now... now I know I just had the chance to live a better life than before. With you.”
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“The first thing that came to my mind was my life has ended, but now... now I know I just had the chance to live a better life than before. With you.”
my muse for this verse is running a little low, but i don’t wanna drop it altogether because i love it. so i’ll reply to the threads as soon as i can but i can’t promise it to be anytime soon. sorry guys! ♥
;; i was at the viking ship museum in oslo today, and thought i’d share
Dean
( meme )
VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗(purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)
FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗 (for now obv)(how close a friend they consider them)
SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗 (he’s a dog, even when he’s not)(wanting to have sex with them)
ROMANTIC INTENT: 💗💗💗💗💗 (for now, just basic wishes for da sex, more laters)(hoping for a romantic relationship)
INFO
💔 Non-existent💗 Very low💗💗 A little💗💗💗 Hopeful💗💗💗💗 High💗💗💗💗💗 Maximum
✉ (fight or stand.... it could be a note or something for him cos ya know.. time period and all. haha)
1. Her hands are steady as she writes the note, the room illuminated by the dim light. A soft smile decorating her lips just before she tears up the note. ‘I never meant to fall in love with you.’2. She’s shaking, tears rolling down her cheeks as she looks out her window, to the ship preparing for another raid. ‘Sometimes I wish I didn’t love you.’3. She stayed the night at his house, his head is resting on her lap, her hand is tangled in his hair as he sleeps and she writes. ‘I’m scared of losing you.’4. Her prayers seem to fall on deaf ears, no words have been heard from the raiders, she’s worried he won’t return. ‘Please come back to me.’5. She’s watching him as he works, strong arms lifting up heavy planks and a soft blush paints her cheeks. ‘Maybe I want to start a family with you.’Finally, she meets him, one hand entwines with his as she presses her lips against his in the dying light of the day. Her chest is pressed against his and she can feel his heart beat against her’s. She presses a note into his hands and pulls away. ‘I love you, entirely and completely, and I will always love you.’
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fightorstandverse ONLY.
..past, present and future..
Derek lost his family in a fire that burned down their hut when raiders had come to their village. He lost everything within only a few minutes. His life, his family, his future. At least he thought so.
Teenage Derek didn’t have hope. He’d been convinced he didn’t deserve to live when everybody else he knew died in that fire, the fire he should’ve avoided. He should’ve been there to lure them away, but he wasn’t and even now, 10+ years later, he feels guilty for it. Maybe that’s why he was so eager to learn from his foster father. When he builds homes for people, when he fixes them, he feels good, he knows he is doing good and for as long as he does, it keeps the bad away. It even keeps the memories at bay.
Derek doesn’t allow anybody close. He’s had women offer themselves to him, but deep down, he fears he will lose them to the fire again. He appears stoic and unfriendly, but it’s just a defense mechanism to keep people away, to keep them safe.
⋓ (FoS, I'm so sorry...)
Send me ⋓ for my muses reaction on waking and realizing that they are bound to the bed, completely naked.
Chuck yawned sleepily as he stirred, eyes slowly blinking open and he frowned softly when he realized he had another view on the ceiling than he was used to. He reached out to rub at his eyes when he realized he couldn’t.
“D-dean?” Came a shaky voice and he glanced around to find his arms bound and his clothes gone. Why was he on Dean’s bed? “D-dean what’s wrong? What’s happening?”