#choose your character

[jijidraws]

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[env0]

Character Select Screen

[trashland-llamas]

Choose your character v4

v1 / v2 / v3

[albertvictoria-art]

✨A Particular Picnic: A Short Swipe Story✨

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I made this story for TikTok and I though it could be nice if I share it here too! I designed every character inspired by the Romantic era (one of my favourites). Their outfits are based on some fashion plates from 1830s.

I hope you enjoy it! Let me know who do choose and how did your picnic day turn out!

[stars-and-suns-and-moons]

I love da strawebery

All hail the stwaberrrii !

[holylulusworld]

Happy New Year

Summary: Soon it’s gonna be a new year…

Pairing: Male!character (any fandom) x GN!Reader

Warnings: angst, mentions of past breakup, mentions of depression (nothing graphic), fluff

A/N: This last story in 2023 is special. It’s a little gift to all of my followers. You can imagine any (male) character in this story. The reader is gender-neutral for this one too.

Divider by @firefly-graphics

That's it. The 365th story I published this year on our favorite hell site.

Your New Year’s cheer is overshadowed by the one you lost. While everyone at the party cheers and enjoys the last day of the year, you think back to better times. Times you spent with the love of your life.

He left you last year. Calling things off out of the blue.

You thought you were good, great even.

The last thing you heard was that people saw him with someone else.

Of course, a man like him wouldn’t stay alone forever. Maybe he left you for them too.

You shake your head. No. He left you and broke your heart, but he never was a cheater.

Again, you blink the tears away when someone wishes you a happy new year and offers a drink to you.

It’s too much. The crowd. All the happy people. Even worse, happy couples. You are ashamed to admit that you envy them. They look so happy while you are tearing at the seams, struggling to keep yourself together.

“Nice party, isn’t it?” A friend of a friend asks. She flashes you a stunning smile, and you return it. Even if you have to fake it. Openly showing your pain and struggle never was your thing.

You fight your battles on your own. Always have, and always will.

“Yes,” you choke out, close to losing your composure when a man looking like him walks past you. He’s not alone, and you feel your chest tightening. “Very nice.” Your eyes follow the man only to realize he doesn’t even look similar to the man you dream of every night.

“Oh, there is my friend,” she says and turns to leave. “I hope you have a happy new year.”

“Same,” you reply and walk away to get some fresh air. It’s close to midnight and all you want is to go home and hide in your bed. Not tonight. You will force yourself to stay and have some fun. Or at least pretend you are having fun.

All you did over the last year was grieve about the loss of the love of your life. No one was able to help you get out of the hole you were hiding in. Some call it depression, others call it being oversensitive. You call it coping with the loss of the man you loved the most.

The tears fall when the first New Year’s rocket illuminates the night sky. You sniffle silently as everyone inside the building is happy about the new year. You aren’t. It will be another year you’ll spend without love and the one you love.

“Happy New Year,” you dip your head when someone places his hand on your shoulder. “I knew I’d found you here. I was running around this fucking building for two hours to find you alone.”

“What are you doing here?” Shit, your voice cracks, and tears run down your face. This is not how you imagined you’d look like when you finally meet him again.

He cups your face with his hands and forces you to look him in the eyes.

“I had to go to not drag you down with me. I was,” he licks his lips, “in trouble. It took me hard work and almost a year but I’m good now, and I’m here to beg you to take me back.”

“They said you found someone new,” you sniffle. “Is that true?”

“No, baby,” he presses his lips to your forehead. “They were with me to help me. I could never love someone else. Only you.”

“Only me?” You question. “How could you leave me then? Why not tell me what was going on?”

He sighs deeply. “If I told you about my problems, you would’ve offered to help me or go with me. I had to do this on my own. For once, I wanted to make things right without help. Please give me the chance to start the new year by kissing the one I love.”

You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him deeply. For now, you will let him have his kiss.

But he’s not forgiven for leaving you without as much as an explanation.

Later, you will punch his nose and force him to tell you what happened over the last year.

Lovelies, I'm wishing all of you a happy New Year. May 2024 be kind, and full of joy for you and your loved ones. We see read us in 2024.

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[womans-armor-workshop]

My friend made a sketch of wizard robe of their's dream and asked me to make it. I love final results very much.

[shad-ade]

I know some parts are offbeat but I tried my best—

Enjoy! ☺️

Character: Ethan Landry

Movie: Scream 6

Song: Japanese Stutter by Suave Lee

[justwalkinginwonderland]

Choose your fighter. Scully, skumpy, or sully

[rhea-bloody-ripley]

Choose your character

[thatcreepydoll]

CHOOSE UR CHARACTER

from left to right: dingus, bingus, mingus, tingus, wingus and singus

[trashland-llamas]

Choose Your Character v3

[imaginedreamwrite]

Denial. It hit you harder than anticipated, it had stolen your breath and rendered you into a place of catatonic consciousness. You were unable to think, unable to process what words were being said to you.

There was no possible way that your mate, your alpha, had gone out to get you both food when he was struck down. There wasn’t any considerable reality in which your alpha, your recently mated alpha, could have been killed the morning after the two of you had unceremoniously decided to get engaged.

“If there’s anything we can do to support you-“

“Its not true. Its not possible, where is he? This isn’t funny anymore.” You walked around the doctors and called out for him, you called your mates name.

“Y/N, I’m sorry-“

Anger. It was red hot, it was burning your veins and fuelling your ear path. You were destructive, you had returned to your apartment and unleashed your aggression upon your things. You’d grabbed pictures from walls and smashed them on the floor to watch the glass break and shatter.

You were so damn angry with the world, with yourself. If only you’d gotten up and made something at home, if only you’d stopped him from leaving. If only, if only, if only…

You were angry. You were pissed off. And by the time you were done, your apartment was a mess.

Bargaining. You begged whoever and whatever would listen, you screamed and cried and pleaded. The mark on your neck was fading, the tenderized bond was starting to be undone and losing that part of you was devastating.

“I’ll do anything! Just bring him back! Bring him back to me!” You banged your fists against the walls of your shower as you dealt with your anguish. “I just want him back! Please!”

“A trade, anything. Please…” you whispered in the quiet hours of the night, laying alone in the bed you shared with him. “Please just…I need him.”

Depression. You woke one night to find the bond and the mark nearly evaporated from your neck, the ridges of his bite were almost gone.

You woke in the night to find that his scent, like the mark, was fading. Your room no longer carried his scent, your nest no longer had his markers and it felt bland. You were feeling the loss of him, the loss of the one you wanted more than anything or anyone.

“It’s been a while since you’ve gone out. You need to leave your apartment.” Friends had come to check on you, friends had tried to get you out of your place for some fresh air.

“When’s the last time you ate?” Pans clinking against the stove and the smell of roasting vegetables had hit your nose.

Your stomach told you you were hungry, your mind negated that with its own powerful force to keep you in bed.

Your curtains remained shut, your position on the bed remained as you stared at the wall feeling nothing but a dull drone overtaking your entire body.

“I can’t feel him. I can’t feel him anymore. The bond is gone, his mark is gone.” Your most pained cry had come that night, the realization and reality setting in with a stark boldness.

He was gone; he was never coming back.

Acceptance. Time had been the greatest enemy and most important healer. Time had mocked you and welcomed you into its embrace.

“This will be good for you. This alpha…he’s a good person, he’s a good man and maybe…” Your friend had set you up, she had wanted you to go out and meet someone.

“He’s not coming back, but he wouldn’t want me to…” you were hit, and silenced, by the scent of an alpha that had immediately calmed you.

You had closed your eyes and slowly breathed in the mix of teakwood and mint, the very faint draw of citrus and fresh pine. The alpha who you were meant to be meeting was here, he was approaching and his scent had crashed over you like a wave, something delicate and comforting.

“This is who I was talking about, Y/N…” your friends voice made you open your eyes again, and finally you could see the alpha she had been talking about for weeks.

Blue eyes, breathtaking and beautiful.

A strong, broad and tall figure with a warm and charming smile.

“I’ve heard a lot about you.” He held his hand out for you to take, and it had only taken a moment for you to rest your hand in his. “Your scent…is it lilac?”

“Lavender,” you corrected him with a small smile.

“I love lavender.”

[in-the-sweet-november-rain]

i'm literally writing like 5 songs at once and i LOVE it