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Deputy Violet Ashe and Joseph Seed for @malefiquinn Oh boi this was a confusing ride ! It was the first time I participated in such an organized FC5 and thanks to the wonderful people I was able to kinda made it ? I don´t know, I´m still confused with the deadline and super anxious.
Tags: Joseph Seed, oc:Violet Ashe. art
I would love to get a moodboard for my FC oc, Violet Ashe 💕 either for her alone or her ship with Joseph. I have some stuff in my Tumblr (her tag is #violet-ashe) or just ask me whatever you need to know! Ty in advance ❤
first of all i love her face claim! second of all, i hope i did her justice! 💜
The gorgeous Mary McDonnell retelling the story of the fans that saluted her at the airport. Recorded at Houston’s Comicpalooza during Mary’s Q&A on May 13th, 2017.
Hey girls! Still doing prompts? The chorus of Hearts Don't Break Around Here by Ed Sheeran reminds me of Bill/Laura, perhaps that song might inspire you as well ;)
Of course we still take prompts! Anytime actually - all you need is to have patience :D
So here’s the answer to your prompt; inspired only by the lyrics of the chorus ;)
Hope you like it! xxx Viv
Thatevery night I’ll kiss you you’ll say in my earOh we’re in lovearen’t we?Hands in your hair, fingers and thumbs babyIfeel safe when you’re holding me nearLove the way that youconquer your fearYou know hearts don’t break around here
“We’rein love aren’t we?” He whispered into the dark.
Billfelt restless, although he couldn’t tell why. The last couple ofdays he had been doing almost nothing else but sleep. With Laura. Intheir bed.
Thinkingthese words felt good; theirbed. They were together, Laura and Bill. He could hear her hummingnext to him. A sound almost too good to be true. The heaviness of hiseyelids returned, tired he pressed them together. Or was it becausehe didn’t want her to see his tears?
Thebed’s surface shifted next to him. Alight touch danced across his chest, like a cold breeze. It was softand yet left him feeling numb. Still keepinghis eyes closed,Bill tried to suppress the feeling of fear thatslowly crept up from the darkness around him and threatened to spreadthrough his chest, to piercehis heart and break it again.
Suddenly he was back in his viper’s cockpit, gliding through space.Nothing was in sight, the engine was off. He was alone.
Nextmoment he stared at his son’s face. He had been allowed to see hiscorpse before the funeral. They had done the best they could tomake him look presentable,but it was hard to hide the traces the accident had left on Zak’sbody. He no longer resembled the bright, smiling child Billremembered. How he must have felt when he had realised what was goingto happen? Had he been scared? Bill had faced death in the cockpit ahundred times; he knew the feeling andhe respected death, but it had never scared him – until now.Imagininghis son having to fight a losing battle against death all alone,suddenly made him feel sickwith fear.
Billfelt the weight of the emotion pressing down on his chest. Eachbreath becameharder to draw. He was no longer able to stop the panic.
Heopened his eyes. First his vision was blurred, but that wasn’t areal surprise. Bill’s eye sight had beengettingworse for a while. The touch of a small hand startled him, but notfor long. It was Laura’s touch, he could feel her soft skin; itstarted to soothe him. Her thumbs brushed the tears from his eyes andthen stroked his head and hair until the panic finally began tocease. However the breathing remained to be difficult.
He stared at her. To his great surprise his vision had suddenlybecome clearer than it had ever been. Laura’s form was hoveringabove him, her beautiful smile radiating. Strands of her hair weretickling his face as she leaned closer.
“You’rehere,” he croaked. The words were hard to form, he was losing hisstrength. Laura nodded. “I -,” hebegan to say, but she stopped him with a light kiss.
“It’sall right,” she whispered against his mouth. “You’re notalone.” Tears were streaming out of his eyes. Tears of relief.Laura hummed; he had always loved that sound. Her humming grew louderand louder, it drowned out the sound of his ragged breaths and itfilled him with warmth.
Hourslater the sun rose above the horizon, as it did every morning. It’srays kissed awake the sleeping figures of earth, warmed the soil andthe stones. As it rose higher andalso touched the wooden wallsof the cabin. It flooded the room facing east with light. A man waslying on a bed, his lips were parted, his skin was cold.
Onthe shore of Elysium, Bill and Laura finallymet again. Ready to spent the rest of their time together, knowingtheir hearts would never break again.
16, 20! 😄
16. Do you have structured ideas of how your story is supposed to go, or make it up as you write? HAHAHAHA, NO. I wish I were that disciplined. I have a degree in English literature, which means I spent four years writing papers, and I can promise you that I never had any idea where they would go before I started writing. I know where I want Folie A Deux to end, but I have literally no idea how I’m going to get there, or how long it’s going to take. And by the time I get to the ending, it’s entirely possible that I will have forgotten how I want it to end.
20. 4 sentences from your work that you’re proud of. This is a hard question to answer, because it doesn’t make sense if you haven’t read the rest of it, but it’s from A Quiet Place to Read: “We open at nine.”“Nine it is,” he confirms. “And by the way,” he says as she pulls her car door closed, “I like your hair.”
“There are two kinds of truth: the truth that lights the way and the truth that warms the heart. The first of these is science, and the second is art… The truth of art keeps science from becoming inhuman, and the truth of science keeps art from becoming ridiculous.”
Expelliarmus aesthetics – Meryl Streep as Temperance Ravenwood
Full name: Temperance Wilhemina Ravenwood, neé Laurent Nickname: Tempe Age: 59 House/school: Ravenclaw Occupation: Director of the Witch Weekly magazine Wand: Vinewood/phoenix feather core Patronus: Andean condor
Admiral Adama’s promotion vs. Commander Raydor’s promotion
BSG S02E13 // MC S05E21
“The secret is to never lose sight of the simple, everyday miracles in life. Good food, literature, laughter, music, compelling conversation, nature, and art. Look for them in every day, and even when it feels like your whole world is unraveling, you will never be too far from a needle and thread.”
Expelliarmus aesthetics – Laura Spencer as Francesca Oliveri
Full name: Francesca Vittoria Oliveri Nickname: Fran Age: 25 House/school: There’s no canon school for Italian mages yet, but there Occupation: Journalist at the Daily Prophet Wand: Silver lime wood/phoenix feather core Patronus: Merkeet
