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Wandering outside Keith sat on a rock and looked over his dagger. Turning when he heard someone approach him Keith sat up with a frown. Eyes narrow unsure if the person approaching was friend or foe.
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@blade-of-nyamora
Wandering outside Keith sat on a rock and looked over his dagger. Turning when he heard someone approach him Keith sat up with a frown. Eyes narrow unsure if the person approaching was friend or foe.
Poor Unfortunate Souls || Rachael & Crowley ~ Closed
Rachael hadn't really wanted it to come to this. She tried everything else though and all it did was make her sick or almost put her in the hospital. Surely he would have a better way of doing this. She didn't want to be a nephilim anymore. An abomination, running from heaven. It wasn't her favorite way to live, although she did grow to like Balthazar that still wasn't enough reason to stay half and half. She wanted to be full human. She had drawn the sigil and mashed and crushed what was needed before reciting the lines in Latin. Seriously, couldn't the king of Hell just get a cellphone? When he appeared in front of her, she lost her words. This was it but what would she have to offer, her grace or her soul? fergusnomore
{Leave a “Quite Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to calm yours down} "Oh no, Victoria!" Sebastian leaned over to pick his crying daughter up, cradling her tightly to his chest as he rocked her gently. "Please don't cry, darling.." He mumbled softly, deciding to bring her down to the kitchen to feed her. "You're really eating a lot lately.." He said, patting her back as he made his way downstairs, "That means you're just growing up huh?" daughterofabutlerandearl
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Hikari and Gatomon laid unconscious after getting knocked out by a strong attack from a Digimon they were previously locked in combat with.
Never Too Late || Closed with leather-doesn't-breathe
Living with her best mate had at first raised several eyebrows, especially because her best mate was a male, and not just any male, a very attractive, very outspoken, sexual male. The complete opposite to her really..but they had been friends since Rose was little, although he was older their mothers were friends and she had grown up hanging around Peter Vincent. By the time she was 18 she was looking for her own place, Jackie Tyler was driving her batty..and Peter offered her a room. For a fee of course.
That's how it started..now six years later they were still flat mates. Rose was doing well, she had finished Uni and was now working for Henricks as a department manager. Peter, well, she wasn't sure what he did..at least he paid his half of the rent. In all honesty she didn't see him that often, except for on Sunday afternoon. They always made time to have Sunday dinner and watch a movie together.
It was on any normal Sunday that Rose decided it was now or never. She had to drop the bomb. "Um, you know Matt and I are getting pretty serious right?" She asked him after wiping the crumbs leftover from the garlic bread off her lip. "He's asked me to move in with him..something about not liking his girlfriend living with another bloke..I tried to tell him that he didn't have anything to worry about...but..he does have a point. He's a Doctor..and well, he has a really nice place."
Roadtrip AU || Eliza & Stark
It had taken him months, nearly a year of hard work and saving up his money to finally be the proud owner of a second hand VW camper, something he’d always wanted since he was able to drive. He knew exactly what he wanted to do with it and who to share it with. After all, it had been both their dreams for quite some time now to just simply pack up and leave. Stark didn’t have too much holding him back. His parent’s hadn’t spoken to him comfortably since the death of his little sister and since that day, all he’d wanted was to escape. It wasn’t like they’d miss him, It was practically their idea.
Pulling the van over, he pulled out his phone and took a picture, grinning to himself as he sent it off in a text
[text] : Pack your stuff, its happening.. [Text]: I’ll be over yours in fifteen! be ready!
Started with a wedding date|| Derek & Stiles
Derek couldn’t believe what had came in the mail for him a few months ago.. Grumbling something under his breath he walked over to his closet pulling out a T-shirt and basketball shirts before grabbing his keys and heading outside to his car. There had been a few hours to spare and he wasn’t going to spend them wasting time or doing nothing. He’d been invited to Scott and Allison’s wedding three months ago and today was their big day. Pulling up around the corner of stiles house Derek gripped the steering wheel for a moment gathering his thoughts. Biting down on his lower lip and exiting the car he walked down the familiar street until he reached her house. If he’d been invited to Scott and Allison’s wedding stiles had definitely gotten an invasion too. Quickly glancing up at her window he jogged towards before jumping up and into her room like he’d always done. He didn’t know how he was going to ask her to be his date for the wedding or if she’d even want to but it was too late now, he was already too far in.
@faustian-spider-claude
It was not unusual to find him sitting alone in one of the nicer rooms of the house, reading or simply idly passing the time with various modes of amusement. He was bored often, for his uncle, though in poor health, still saw fit to carry on, leaving the tasks of running the various casinos and hotels the family owned to more capable hands. Even the underhanded deals and contracts that they were involved in were kept relatively out of his reach. He would be given tasks every now and then of course, and he had responsibilities, but they were limited and always watched over carefully by others who were trusted more than he.
However, Sebastian's growing dissatisfaction was not common knowledge in the household. He had kept it a secret for many years, merely taking advantage of the money and luxuries that were afforded him. He was given accesses to anything he desired, except that which he coveted most. But he would never allow that to slip through his fingers, even in light of the distractions his life lay before him.
He had always seen it as odd how the old man never confided in him, the last of his true family. Of course one could not ask for more than the fact that he had treated him with all the rights of a son throughout the years, but that was most certainly not the same. It seemed he had never fully grasped the man's trust.
Instead all the business was overseen by another, one not of their family, though indeed Sebastian had to admit he was a capable man. Claude Faustus was the one his uncle trusted above all else, the only man he ever confided in completely. Perhaps there was something in the fact that Claude was older than he and thus more suited to the job in his Uncle's eyes? He did not understand it, and the situation left him with both a grudging respect for the other man, as well as a slight sting of jealousy.