#p.s. design belongs to snow ^^

[cubur]

for the one who deserves all the flowers〜 @snow124-art 💐 I'm grateful that you never give up sharing your creativity with us！

[bluetimeombre]

How would Snow be like as a boyfriend:

be so fr, he's possessive and gaslights and lies and will manipulate to the high heavens,

he wants you only for himself (say no more) but it gets borderline crazy when he thinks only he can look at you and if there was another set of eyes on you, boy is feral,

he's not jumping to conclusions, he's leaping for the Olympics,

imagine in the capitol university and you're walking together in the halls or something, arm in arm and he sees a boy's gaze lingering on you. this man's arm TIGHTENS around your waist and his head would follow the boy, sending him death glares all the way down the hall,

he promised never to fall in love again after lucy grey, but this man craves love and to be adored,

because he doesn't want to love, he'd never show that he did love you. but he would show everyone that you were his and he was yours, an arm around your waist, arms linked, passionate kisses before and after classes just because he knows he can, absolutely,

and because you belong to each other, he'd never cheat. he's way to respectable for that,

he would only go after someone of high standard and never allow you to know he was once 'dirt poor',

he wouldn't be one to give you flowers (even if his grandmam can literally grow an entire garden of them) but he would 100% buy you pretty things to wear:

'here's this dress, made by the finest designer in the capitol. wear it tonight'

'a gold necklace worth some people's rent, never take it off'

he'd probably keep you away from everyone, like tigris and dr gual because they would show two different sides to him. a boy or a victor and he wants you to think whatever you want about him (but preferably don't think of him as a monster and contemplate leaving him)

speaking about leaving, he would never allow you to break up with him,

but he wouldn't break up with you,

like i said, he doesn't want to fall in love, so if he breaks his own rules for you then best believe you're in that for life,

you have an argument and want to walk out on him? think again. he's sitting you down and telling you why you'll never be rid of him,

and argument wise, he's above arguing, he'll show you he's always right and why,

but if you must insist on arguing he will, but he'll gaslight you,

and if you're ever hurt or upset about something serious, he will sort it out. i'm talking killing a man for hurting you or wiping out an entire system because it upsets you,

you're his and it is his responsibility to look after you and make sure you're ok,

(p.s. he totally whimpers)

[difx-writes]

Wildest Dreams - In the Death of the Night

Masterlist

After turning 10 and losing her soulmate, Marinette would imagine how Damian Wayne would be.

Would he be tall or short? Did he have blond hair or brown or did he dyed it? Would he be shy or have a bold personality? Perhaps he was an artistic soul, a poet, a writer? Or would he be a baker like her parents? Why did his last name change?

The wonders and questions took over her mind for days with no end.

On good days, she imagined how he would interact with her friends, how her parents would take him in as their own son, how he would fit into her life.

She liked to talk to him, pretending there, alive, with her. She asked his opinion on what to wear, how she should do her hair, what colors with go well with the design. He was her voice of reason. Talking to "Damian" brought a smile to her face, even when she knew she was deluding herself.

On bad days, she pretended he was right there with her, comforting her, encouraging her, whispering that everything would be alright... Sometimes it worked and she felt better the next days but most times she felt bitter, she felt robbed of a future where he was in her life.

The realization that the person she was supposed to share her soul with was no longer alive, that his death was painful, gruesome, and... lonely... It always ended with her taking a few days to prevent a breakdown...

When she turned 13, Hawkmoth appeared and Marinette became Ladybug, the hero of Paris.

Soon after, Marinette stopped talking with "Damian", she couldn't afford to wonder about him anymore. She couldn't afford the bliss of her own delusions. She couldn't afford to let herself grief and fall pray to Hawkmoth's manipulation.

As she couldn't fail Paris and its citizens, Damian Wayne mostly disappeared from her life.

But there were days when her “friends” demanded a lot from her, akumas were too violent and draining and everything was just too much, those the godawful days.

On godawful days she wished Damian was there to take her away to a place she could feel she belonged. Away from everything to a place she could call a home.

_______

Most nights Damian recalls a voice talking to him during the time he was dead.

His soulmate, he supposed, talked to him regularly, she started her day asking his opinion on her outfit for the day, when at home she would tell him how her day went, what she did with her friends, what she learned in class, etc...

At first, Damian was pretty much annoyed that he couldn't "rest in peace" with all the noise pollution but after a few weeks, he slowly started to tolerate her talking to him.

Unfortunately, he couldn't talk to her nor see her very clearly so it was a pleasant surprise when Marinette would ask his opinion to make a decision, she always picked what he chooses.

Perhaps it was their bond that allowed her to know what he was thinking without actually hearing each other's thoughts. Or maybe they were more in sync with one another. Most likely it was pure luck on her part. (Him being dead is enough proof of how bad his luck was.)

In the months he was dead, Damian learned a grand lot Marinette. He liked how she made him feel he wasn't alone, like how her voice calmed him when he remembered the family he left behind in his death. Marinette was his only lighthouse in the vast void of the afterlife

_______

Impotent, despair, and hopeless.

That's how Damian felt every time Marinette had to relive his death. He hated it so much. She didn't deserve that and it broke his heart every damn time.

Why did he have to die? Why did it have to be in such a painful way? Why did she have to feel it on repeat over and over and over again? Was it a twisted way the universe tried to make them reunited? If they can't find each other in life, then they can be together in death? That isn't right!

But it always hurts more when she wakes up and talks to him. Wondering if he was happy and in peace, in wherever place he ended up.

He was there but she didn't know.

He felt sick.

After being revived, Damian felt an immense sense of loss. Sure, he was kinda happy to reunite with his family and grateful for being alive again, but he missed her.

It was difficult to readjust to being alive again, it was crystal clear that Damian Wayne wasn't okay. What hurts him the most was how her name turned into a scar on his wrist.

During the day paranoia settled in making him always on high alert, lashing out when it got too much for him.

In the night, he couldn't sleep properly as a feeling of unease latched onto his every nerve and when he did sleep, nightmares plagued him.

Damian tried to calm down in various ways, but ultimately it was Marinette's voice that soothed him and lulled him to sleep.

It quickly became a habit to replay their one-sided conversations as he tries to fall asleep.

He went over what Marinette Dupain-Cheng spoke to him time and time again as to engrave her voice in his mind. Unfortunately, her voice was fading away, every time he recalled it, he hear his own voice.

At least some memories remained, which was relieving for Damian, even when important ones like what language she spoke or the name of her school were completely wiped out.

He never told his family his experience while he was dead, he guesses Jason was the most likely to know about it but he never brought it up to anyone, so Damian did the same.

Now he was lying in bed, remembering about the time Marinette tried embroidery for the first time.

She started by searching up what she wanted it to be and after much talking, she chose a Robin, Damian smile at the eagerness he felt for her to chose it. It was a fun day, with her making comments here and there about the work, he wishes he could see it.

A knock woke him up of his thoughts, Alfred emerging from the door.

"Master Damian, I'm here to inform you a guest will be joining us for tomorrow's dinner."

"Whose guest?" He didn't really feel like dealing with new people.

"It's Master Jason's guest."

Damian groans, perhaps he could go visit Kent.

"It would be in your best interest to participate, Master Damian." Alfred gave him a look.

He sighed, definitely can't miss tomorrow or he'll have to face Pennyworth.

So, I've written another chapter while listening to a sad song on repeat :') I know it doesn’t really connect to the last chapter but I wasn’t feeling okay and didn’t know how to continue from where I left off.

I hope y’all enjoyed this and have a nice day!

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[lunargoddess40]

Naruto FanArt Stickers: The brand NEW “Hinata Hyuga- The Snow Angel of Love” 2022 Holographic Sticker from “Naruto Shippuden” (December 2022 Birthday Edition)

A special huge Happy Birthday to my #1 favorite Kunoichi, Hinata Hyuga, from “Naruto” on her big day as I proudly present to you the NEW “Hinata Hyuga- The Snow Angel of Love” 2022 Holographic Sticker from the “Naruto FanArt Stickers” Collection Series!!!!

For the 1st time ever in the “Naruto FanArt Stickers” Collection Series, this special Naruto Christmas Birthday sticker features Hinata in her Shippuden style as she’s dressed as Konohagakure’s Snow Angel of Love designed by me as she celebrates her birthday and sends her Christmas prayers to everyone wishing them everlasting happiness & peace this holiday season!!!! I’m so happy to complete this just in time and I love her like this!!!! I did the right thing to change her appearance from “The Last” to “Naruto Shippuden” as I feel that version is more easier to do, I really love her colors for her kimono dress I made for her!!!! Looking forward to making more Naruto FanArt Stickers soon!!!! Hinata, you also deserve the love on your special day too- may you forever and always be legendary as your pure heart & dedication makes you the greatest Kunoichi ever in your special Ninja way!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!

Hope you guys love her too!!!! Please follow me on @lunargoddess40 for more Naruto and other anime FanArt!!!!

Konohagakure Forever & Always United- Believe It!!!!

P.S. This is a FanArt Sticker made by me!!!!

”Naruto” & characters rightly belong to Masahiro Kishimoto with Shonen Jump & Viz Media!!!!

[poetry-lair]

Merry Christmas to all!!

For today, I wanted to give you a little gift: a little video with a poem dedicated to the Yule Goat, inspired by a Beautiful work made by the artist Abgail Larson, and you can find the poem text in the description, and an animated postcard to celebrate the Winter Solstice and sending you my Christmas wishes.

I hope that you’re ok and I wish all a Merry Christmas and an Happy Holidays!!

Blow gently

The wind of December

among the green fir trees,

while the white snow

It’s marked by small footprints.

Under the warm candlelight,

small gifts come

left on the doorstep

while a sweet bleating

echoes in the darkness,

carrying his wishes

for a bright future.

Poem (C): Me

“Julbok and Tomte” (C): Jon Bauer

All the rights of the images, music, effects and GIF belong to their respective owners.

Made by Creative Cloud Express: Design and Canva

P.S You can find my video on my Instagram’s account in this link below:

https://www.instagram.com/reel/CmkcevWJJ6i/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=

[theladyofdeath]

Distance. {Lysaelin? Aelsandra?}

For my BFF, @throne-of-ashes-and-beauty​, because she’s too far away from me on the good days, and the bad days.

Miss you.

You are loved, even from 450 miles away.

Enjoy this cheesy, heartfelt oneshot.

 Aelin stared at the wall, which was hidden by the stacks of cardboard boxes of various shapes and sizes. They were labelled, which was all Lysandra’s doing, along with descriptions, like: Lysandra’s Kitchen - open this first, idiot, so you’ll have something to eat on. P.S. Aedion, if you drop this and break our dishes, I will kill you, or, Aelin’s Books - make Rowan carry this one. This bitch is heavy.

Such a small gesture of humor mixed with organization, and yet, Aelin found herself chuckling at the wall of their belongings. It was her best friend in a nutshell. 

Aelin remembered when they had bought everything those boxes held, when they had run like savages through Target grabbing every cute, useless thing off the shelves. Their final total was appalling, and it only slightly put them in debt before their freshman year even began.

As soon as they had both been accepted to the University of Terrasen, they made sure they requested each other as roommates. Some people went to college to start over, to make new friends and change their ways. Aelin and Lysandra were different, though. They didn’t want new paths. They wanted one path, to explore, together.

They had met in the fifth grade when they sat next to each other in class. Aelin asked for a pencil, and Lysandra had gifted her with one covered in pink, bedazzled flowers. 

Aelin knew they would get along just fine.

The next seven years disappeared just as quickly as their friendship began. There were sleepovers full of Mary-Kate and Ashley movies, and so much popcorn and candy that Aelin would feel sick in the mornings. They would obsess over the latest boy bands, listening to their music and talking about how cute the members were until ridiculous hours in the morning. Their parents would get onto them constantly, telling them to go to sleep, and they would pretend to - then continue to laugh in the dark until tears were falling from their eyes. They would buy the same band tees, the same shoes, the same accessories, and wear them proudly at the same time.

A symbol of their friendship.

Then, without even realizing it, they grew up. High school turned into college, and their imaginary boy bands turned into real people. They screamed for one another as they found new love interests, when a boy would ask them on a date, and they would hold one another while they cried when one of those assholes broke their hearts. They shared their struggles, their miseries, their pain, just as much as they shared their triumphs, their joys, their victories.

When one of them laughed, the other laughed. When one of them hurt, the other would hurt, too. Without even realizing it was happening, the two became one.

“Admiring my hard work?” Lysandra laughed, plopping yet another box onto the floor by the fireplace. 

Aelin nodded, crossing her arms. “You’ve got a ton of shit.”

“Well,” Lysandra sighed, “you helped me buy this shit, so I’d say you’re also to blame.”

Aelin grinned, plopping onto the couch, the only thing they had that wasn’t being put in a box. “How much is left? My back is killing me.”

“That was the last of it,” Lysandra said, wistfully, joining Aelin on the neon yellow cushions. “When will the boys be here to help us load up?”

Aelin glanced at the clock, even though she already knew the answer. “Five minutes or so.”

As the two fell into a bittersweet silence, Aelin grabbed Lysandra’s hand and gave it a squeeze. “I’m going to miss you.”

“Don’t,” Lysandra laughed, tears pooling up in her bright, green eyes. “We haven’t had this conversation for a reason.”

Aelin couldn’t remember her life before Lysandra, couldn’t remember a time when she had been without her. Now, she was moving to the West Coast while Lysandra was finding her way to New York. They had never been that far away from one another, not since the day they met.

Aelin was already having withdraws. 

“Every good memory I have has you in it,” Lysandra said, even though she said she wouldn’t. “During the good times, you were either there or I would call you immediately to tell you what had happened. And the bad times....Well, you made them more bearable. You never let me carry my burdens alone.”

“Nothing will change. What we have is too strong for distance to break,” Aelin promised, as a tear slid down her cheek. Gods, she hated crying. “Damn it.” 

Lysandra laughed, wiping her eyes with the sleeves of Aedion’s sweatshirt. “I’m happy for you, though. You’re going to do great in California. It’s perfect for you.”

“And New York will look great on you,” Aelin declared. “Walking through the snow in your designer boots. I’m coming for the holidays, by the way.”

“I was hoping you’d say that,” Lysandra nudged Aelin in the ribs as a knock came from their door. 

“Ladies, your men have come to save you from hard labor,” Aedion’s voice rang through the hall.

“You’re an idiot,” Aelin heard Rowan mumble, fond amusement in his tone.

The girls rose to their feet and looked around their empty apartment.

“Well,” Aelin looked to her best friend, and shrugged. “I guess it’s time?”

Four years of living together, and a lifetime of love and memories that nothing, and no one, could diminish.

Lysandra nodded. “It’s time.”

“Come in!” They both called in unison.

The door swung open as they caught the last few seconds alone, together, in their apartment, before they put on their boots and began to drag boxes to their separate cars, to begin their separate lives. 

After the cars were loaded, and the sun was sinking in the late Terrasen sky, the two girls looked at each other, embracing one another for the last time in who knew how long. 

“I’m gonna miss you,” Lysandra said, as if she hadn’t a hundred times already.

“I’m gonna miss you, too,” Aelin said, tightening her arms around her waist. “Call me when you get there?”

Lysandra laughed, trying to hide the fact that the tears were coming. Again. “You bet your ass I will.”

[andrewuttaro]

New Look Sabres: GM 23 - FLA - Godly Glove

5-2 Regulation Win

You know that thing you do when you’re trying to pass someone in the hallway and you both bob and weave the same way two or three times before someone figures out how to pass the other? The Buffalo Sabres and Florida Panthers as hockey organizations have been doing this to each other for a decade. The Panthers are the bikini clad version of the Sabres. They both drafted high in the early years of the decade after being bought up by someone who made their money in a very not woke industry. Both teams have flirted with the playoffs, the Panthers actually made it once this decade, and both seem to see each other at the other end of the ice and ask the other who’s good this game like they’re trying to pass each other in the hallway. Last night was some catharsis. By that I mean the Sabres got a win against a tougher team for the first time since… before Halloween? It’s weird to say that about the Panthers but they’re sitting at the two spot in the division right now. There is certainly some kind of Coach Quenneville difference going on because they look like the better version of themselves lately. The Sabres have not which made this game a breath of fresh air. Excluding Tampa the Sabres have been rather good in their eight outings against division opponents so far going 5-3 in those games. The first Tampa game was closer than that score suggests, and the Boston game was a bit of the opposite. One thing I would have not predicted before the season would be that Buffalo would lead the season series 2-0 against this version of the Panthers. In these tough times we have to take all the positives, eh? Zach Bogosian is back, and Jake McCabe and Rasmus Ristolainen are still an inseparable pairing? Rainclouds are back. Let’s just get to the game.

The shot ticker in the first period may not tell you this but Florida came out hotter. Still a novice with the advanced stats myself I don’t know if it can be considered a high-danger chance if the shot is not on target, but it seemed like the first ten to fifteen minutes Florida was getting all kinds of pressure on Linus Ullmark. Right away the untrained eye will be able to tell you this game was one of Ullmark’s better so far this season. You can tell by the starts we’re platooning that position again and I think Ullmark has been getting the tougher opponents. Tempted though I maybe to read into that utilization I don’t think there is any belief Ullmark is wildly better than Carter Hutton. Time will tell I suppose and it if the trade action of this GM-Coach tandem is at all indicative, change is a slow process. Last night however Ullmark stood up to the test. He got shot from every angle early in this game including a nasty breakaway. Florida outshot Buffalo 12-5 in the first and yet the only goals of the period belonged to the visitors as Jeff Skinner tapped in a Jack Eichel pass to put the Sabres up 1-0 with 4:36 left in the first. Did you see that Ralph? Maybe given this rough stretch you can get your sampling of what Jack and Jeff do as a duo? Just an idea. The goal we didn’t see coming was Zemgus Girgensons hardly in the offensive zone ripping his best Jack Eichel impression from a Brandon Montour assist. Girgensons doesn’t often show up on the box score but when he does it’s a banger. Montour too had himself a night. It was 2-0 Sabres after a period the home team deserved it more.

Was Buffalo outshot in the second period? Yes. Did it look like an absolute shelling like the first? Not as much. The harbinger of this team’s more recent struggles was a dropping expected goals percentage that has found it’s way into a recovery. Florida continued to get juicy chances but now Buffalo began to click again. Specifically the player that is 75% of this team’s identity right now: Jack Eichel had a very Jack Eichel kind of goal. He stepped away from the defender in the right circle and released his Top 5 wrist shot. When Eichel’s statue goes up, and it will, it will probably be him with the Cup because we need that, but the secondary design has to be him taking a wrist shot. He manages these neat releases from the wall or the circle at a rate that energizes your bones. And so it was 3-0 in Florida in the most counter-intuitive score line you could have thought of with the shot totals. The price had to be paid for the poor high-danger defense and it felt like it was really a prolonged botched faceoff that Noel Acciari score unassisted. Everyone went up to the backmost shooters and left Acciari one-on-one with Ullmark and he cashed in, 3-1. Florida came alive in a way you expect a team winning at their rate would. Only a couple minutes after the shutout-breaker came an Aaron Ekblad shot that rung off the crossbar in a way that made you think it went in. Who gets the rebound? Not a Sabre, no that went to Mike Hoffman! It’s one thing to let rebounds go, it’s another one altogether to yield that juicy rebound to a gamebreaker like him. By the grace of Ullmark’s godly glove the Sabres survived. If I was a Panther fan I’d be flipping angry by the time Victor Olofsson got a Sam Reinhart assist to tap home his tenth of the season. At that point with a shade over six minutes left in the second they were outshooting Buffalo 25-12 on the game! Sometimes goalies give you a chance to win, other nights they win the game. Last night Linus Ullmark won a game.

Long story short, Florida continued to play the more exciting, high-danger version of hockey for the rest of the game. At 3:08 of the third the Panthers found themselves on a powerplay and Brett Connolly found a one-timer to make it 4-2. Now it’s easy to make fun of the Florida Panthers’ attendance numbers or their arena so far out of Miami it’s practically in the Everglades but this game made me sincerely feel bad that such a fun squad isn’t being as appreciated as it could be. You kinda had to squint at the lower bowl of the building to fill it up and that’s a shame when you can live in Miami and still get hockey of this quality. I for one prefer the cold and snow but nonetheless I’d love seeing the hockey Florida is playing night after night. The arena is right across from a giant mall and they can’t pull in more rich kids on a Sunday night? Well anyway the last goal of last night’s game was emblematic of the whole affair. Zemgus Girgensons comes streaking in and puts it right on Sam Montembeault’s left pad. Somehow it trickled in for the 5-2 marker and Jimmy Vesey is the first into congratulate Girgs and trips and falls on his face. This club is not sexy enough for Miami beach right now but they’re finding the groove again and that’s worth something if they can actually make them wins. They didn’t look bad against Boston either but the only stat that matters at the end of the day is goals and they got more tonight in large part because their goalie stopped almost four dozen at the other end of the ice. It wasn’t a dominating win, but we just need wins right now.

Two things to get off my chest about this game: I watched part of it at Gabriel’s Gate in Allentown. For those of you who don’t know that is our Captain Jack Eichel’s favorite wings joint in Buffalo. I kinda felt like I earned Eichel points last night. The wings there are in fact good. The other thing I’d like to say is maybe stop messing with us guys. I’m talking to Botterill and Krueger. Botts made an ECHL level trade yesterday as if to tease us about an NHL level one that should’ve been done in July. Krueger on the other hand continued to pretend Jimmy Vesey can skate on Eichel’s wing while Jeff Skinner skated with Evan Rodrigues and Conor Sheary on the second line. Clearly he was willing to juggle given the Skinner goal but if we’re going to act like we need 800 defenseman let’s at least utilize the forward correctly. Eichel and Skinner needs to happen consistently right now like boomers need to stop putting two spaces after a sentence. IT’S URGENT. The team has now used up all the leeway the hot start gave them. Get your asses going! Don’t wait for the trade! For now we’ll have to cross our fingers and hope they can find their inner Buffalo Bills. Tonight it’s Tampa Bay again and I doubt they’ll fail to convert on as many of their chances. Let’s cross those fingers! Let’s Go Buffalo!

Thanks for Reading.

P.S. Is Bogosian actually back to 100%? Vincent Trochek got an excellent shot on Ullmark in the first that featured Bogo already on his ass spinning in the slot. What are you doing Zach?