Yeah, Just Mentioning Shidge On Instagram Can Get Really Bad...honestly I’ve Just Stopped Using The

This User Ships Shidge :D

“Are you…ok?”

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Pidge Ship Week 2017: Day 3 - Sacrifice

I saw a really cool post but it was out of date and no longer running so I decided why not start my own. If you reblog this before Feb 20th you will receive a newly hatched Pokémon in your submit box inspired by your blog. Let’s have some fun togeather! 🧡

Narti Week 2017 - Day 1: Ladies’ Night

(Quick note that most of these will be related to ‘Golden Madness’ in one way or another. Hope you enjoy!)

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Ezor's hand was cold against her own.

The bubbly female General had never been afraid to touch her, despite the destructive potential of her magic. And while Narti would've preferred staying in, she allowed Ezor to pull her to her feet for a night of festivities.

Denying the happy trilling of her heart.

Send me some??? Be it Voltron or Danganronpa!

(My AO3)

Fanfic Ask Meme

I love talking about writing so I combined a couple of ask memes. Send me a fic of mine and some questions - or send a fic and “all” because the deep dark secret is that I will gladly answer all of these questions for anything that I have written. :p

What inspired this fic?

Where did the title come from?

What part was most difficult?

What are you most proud of?

What do you like best about this fic?

What do you like least about this fic?

What’s a reference you made no one has picked up on yet?

What’s a bit that sums up your take on a character?

Favorite line(s) of dialogue?

Favorite line(s) of prose?

Were there any points where you were trying to do something specific with sound, vocabulary, or rhythm?

Imagery that is important to the fic, either while composing or in the fic itself?

How many drafts did the work go through?

Were you listening to anything while writing the fic? If so, what?

What were you most worried about during the composition?

If you used a beta, what did you agree or disagree on?

Did anything surprise you during the writing?

Were there any alternate versions of this fic?

Were any parts written under the influence?

What did you learn from writing this fic?

(AO3 | My Fic Tag)

Bakugo Family Web Weave  (Spoilers)

Keep reading

web weaving about rivalry

p.s. glad you're back!! missed u

"call me by my name, curse me all the same"

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my dear, what need do we have for fighting? beloved, what we do is much more.

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the front bottoms, "twin size mattress" / edwin austin abbey's king lear, act I, scene I / ??? / lidia yuknavitch / lady gaga, "always remember us this way" / unknown's battle sarcophagus / sky ferreira / florence + the machine, "king" / school of katsushika hokusai's pheasant and snake / john banville / edwin lord weeks's study of two figures / traci brimhall / alicia ostriker / francois andre vincent's arria and paetus  / anna akhmatova

quill notes - tysm! im trying to be as back as i can possibly be :D

Pour one out for #art.

Choose a side

Narti Week 2017 - Day 3: Memories

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The earliest memory Narti had was far from pleasant.

A voice belonging to a woman ,who she would later learn was Grand Witch Haggar, was scolding her. For what, the female Galra could not remember. She did, however, remember being struck.

Blood flowing from her face.

She had been so young then. Unable and unused to living in a world without sight and speech. Terrified of the handicaps she had, seemingly, been born with.

The Witch used that to her advantage.

Narti remembered the nails on that horrid woman's gnarled hands. Filed like serrated knives, those nails had pressed into Narti's young face. Nearly, but not quite, drawing blood as the Witch pulled their heads close together  The smell of rot on the Witch too strong for Narti's heightened sense of smell, and the girl gagged. Desperate for cleaner air.

Unintentionally pushing the nails deeper into her skin.

“Little Beast!” The Grand Witch had hissed. Her scent like toxin and metal. The female Galra frantic to get away from the warm, rotten breath and sharp hands, but much too frightened to even move.

Much less run.

“Never forget you cost your mother her life, you wretched thing! You killed the only creature who could ever love you. Remember that the next time you dare disobey.”

Narti could only do as she was told.

She remembered.