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Ashleighxx
|Ashleigh|28|Wales|
|Kastle|Kanej|
|Klaroline|CaptainSwan|
|Ness|Stydia|Nessian|Feysand|
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credit to @elithien for the beautiful cover art
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I just want you to be honest with me.
Yes, I cover our connection with hostility because yes I hate myself for the truth!
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“You cannot keep loving people in your dreams” 📰💀
couldn’t get over this scene so I had to draw it (click for better quality!)
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if a hot evil villain tried to seduce me to the dark side i would simply say fuck yes
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“She’d laughed, and if he could have bottled the sound and gotten drunk on it every night, he would have.”
I animated the scene from Leigh Bardugo’s Six of Crows where Kaz is remembering Inej’s hair blowing in the wind and has some ~feelings~. The animation is a little clunky but you get the gist.
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Don’t wait. If you see something, say something.
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Sometimes you just need to look at endless gifs of Frank Castle to make you feel better...
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Evanescence - The Open Door
↳ September 25, 2006
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look, there are a lot of people who want frank dead. powerful people who will use what happened here today as an excuse to hunt him down and kill him.
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Dark Wood Tarot by Abigail Larson
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She was all watercolor shades: peaches and pinks and blues blending softly together, but inside she was fucking steel.
FYI if you aren’t reading the only secret people keep by gottabepermanent, you are missing out on some some quality Kastle fic.
Go read it now. I’ll wait.
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“Beautiful ladies of the Underworld with eyes sore from crying.”
— Jenny Mastoraki, “Tales of the Deep.”
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When you start a series that is already complete and you don’t have to wait for the next book:
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Not the anger. The pain. That’s what you’ve been suppressing. All the pain and heartbreak that you have over what happened with your mother. And Chloe. I know it’s difficult. But the only way to get over that pain… is to go through it.
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Is it February yet!? 😭😭
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Love you! 😘
Meanwhile Across Town...
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This is update is thanks to my wonderful Soul Sister @ashleigh-jewitt-xx Thank you for always being there for me and helping me to get past this year long writers block and my genuinely pulling away from everything and anything. I don’t know where I would be without you!
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Klaus fell against the closed door of his bedroom with a soft groan as he ran a hand over his face. He just couldn’t get the events of the evening spent with Caroline out of his head. Events that left his hybrid heart pounding a glorious rhythm inside his heaving chest.
He knew she had only spent time with him at the town’s only passable pub as a minor distraction for whatever cockamamie scheme her little group had been devising next. Oh, but tonight, tonight there were moments, real genuine moments when things went…quite differently than normally expected.
Typically, there were a few traded barbs, him trying his best to charm her and her seemingly pretending to fight him off before one of them would stalk off. Her to congratulate herself on yet another distract Klaus mission that didn’t end with her giving in to her darkest desire and him to lick his wounds while deciding whether he would dramatically burn then save any of the numerous drawings he had done of her beautiful face.
But tonight…? She enjoyed herself. He could tell. Her laughter had been genuine, not the fabricated sort that she used while trying too hard to keep his attention when the likes of Damon or the Bennett witch came near. Tonight, he finally gained that elusive Caroline-smile he had been aiming to obtain for months.
And even more to his utmost pleasure.
By their third drink, some new age song had begun to play and even he could feel its rhythm as she began to unconsciously sway to its beat.
His first true unguarded smile that he had ever gained from her had come when he had asked her to dance. Oh, she had tried valiantly to fight the desire to accept, but the pull from the song and the drinks coursing through her had won out in the end.
As did he.
Her bell-like laughter still rang in his ears from when he gave her that first spinning dip. His hands still tingled from the way her skin felt through her strappy open-back top. His body still hummed and burned in all the places her lascivious form brushed and teased and rubbed against him. It had taken nearly every ounce of his vastly sculpted self-control to keep from getting harder than half-mast right there in the center of the dancefloor. Even more so once he caught the scent of her own struggle with her desire.
It was downright sinful that they ended the night apart.
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