#and then sat back down to finish

[angelslaain]

EXT. HALLOWEEN PARTY. SOMEWHERE IN THE HOLLYWOOD HILLS.

Sienna wished she had two heads. One that could face the window of the car and watch the sandy dunes and the city lights mesh together like a kaleidoscope as they cruised, and another that could keep Landon in her line of sight in the driver's seat at all times for fear that this might all fade away and be a dream. Most of her dreams ended up bloody. This one, she wanted to end in a blaze of fireworks, if it really had to end at all. It seemed more and more that it was all real. She gave Landon a smile and reached out to turn up the volume of the radio. Feeling the ridges of the knob under her fingertips told her she wasn't asleep.

Even though we're goin' through it And it makes you feel alone Just know that I would die for you Baby, I would die for you, yeah

They were only a minute or so now from the house that this Halloween party was going to be held in. She'd never been anywhere fancy, and never even drove up here in the Hills for that matter. All she knew back in Miles County were dingy garage and dingy warehouse parties. She kept thinking back to what she'd joked about with Landon; that Heidi Klum worm costume. Would she be there, having her photo taken by swarms of photographers, showing off her latest...

Hmm. What was that weird, gross thing that Jonathan was drawing a couple of days ago?

It's a wendigo, Sienna. Jeez, haven't you ever played Until Dawn?

She remembered rolling her eyes and finishing up making dinner while he scribbled at the table.

Anyway, about Heidi Klum's wendigo costume. Sienna wondered if there was going to be somebody famous at this party. She wouldn't put it past Landon to only hang with the elites in the city. If she were in his shoes, she'd do the same, wouldn't she? But then she thought, as they rolled up to one of the free parking spots, about how Landon sometimes hated all the glitz and glamour that came with what he loved to do. And if he was hanging out with her, maybe that meant he didn't only associate with the rich and famous.

She got out of the car and cleared her throat, visibly nervous, though trying her best to seem confident. Seeing her reflection in the car window, she checked herself out. Sienna purposely rushed past the mirror in her bedroom, not wanting to be triggered by the sight of herself in the Valkyrie getup considering... well, what happened the last time she wore it.

This was a revamped version with wings that she made herself and were kept away from anything that could set on fire. (She kept them off during the drive, though, and slipped them on as soon as she got out of the car.) It was the same concept of a battle angel, except, instead of the pristine armor she'd made before, she intentionally weathered it. Gave it more details. She couldn't, however, give up on the golden makeup and the braids in her hair that she actually loved so much.

As many bad memories as the outfit harbored, Sienna thought that this could be a chance to make some good ones. To redeem (and in many ways, avenge) the way that he had destroyed the strength behind it.

She looked over her shoulder at Landon, realizing she'd been clocking her appearance in the mirror for at least a minute. She chuckled, probably seeming so vain. "I just wanna make sure I don't look cheesy," she spoke earnestly. "You, though? You look amazing." Now that she could actually see him standing up, she admired all of the effort put into his devil costume. She closed the distance between them to fix something on his collar.

Sienna Shaw? Flirting right in front of his non salad? Oh hell he must have hit the jackpot today. He smiled, gradually allowing himself to step down from being guarded. If she's vibing the same way then he can be less caged up. Just enough to pique more of her interest cause he's not gonna lie one bit. He likes the young woman. Really does. Never mind that odd dream he had with her calling his name. Got nothing to do with it.

"Put those finishing touches. Cause I AM asking you to go with me. Officially. I'm asking you out, Sienna. Away from this production." Anybody whose a fly on the wall would immediately run to press. They'd start creating stories. Director and graphic designer start affair on set. Landon Wynter snags younger side chick. Emeline blowing more smoke painting him a fucking toxic asshole. All those instances popped up in his head. Nearly ruining this moment but he pushed it down. He didn't realize how vivid all these things were swirling around in his brain until the last few weeks. Working on this film might have just amped up his frustration. Yet right now he feels relaxed. Settled in a way. Able to be somewhat human with her not treating him like an unapproachable troll under a bridge.

"Mm," the director hummed, sliding a hand into his pocket. Setting his phone onto the table, his eyes danced up to Sienna's face. "Saves me asking for your number, huh? Not sure what the standard protocol is for a director to not come off weird asking you know?" Clearly he's teasing. Playful in tone. Dipping his head aside with a grin to watch her.

Debbie might have dropped dead on the spot watching him give coy smiles to THAT girl. But there she was hovering outside the door. Trying to see what's happening. Like a jealous high school girl attempting to ruin the weird girl's run for prom queen. "Hey, Debbie, what are you doing?" She turned at another one of their creative team, hushing them immediately. "Look at that slut. I knew she got this job by fucking him. Such bullshit!" @angelslaain // prev

[mrpenguinpants]

you ever just read your wips from an outsiders perspective and once you’re done, you think, “wow, I really hope the author finishes this,”only to realize you’re the author that needs to finish this.

[amvro]

pairing: amuro tooru x reader

summary: he is home late (again) but you love to stay up for him

cw: i would not say suggestive but a lot of kissing implied ? IDK IM SORRY, it’s very short

It wasn’t rare for you to be staying up waiting for him to come home, but tonight he was especially late coming home and he truly did not expect you to still be up. The clock almost ticked 3:30am and he truly wished he didn’t have to stay out so late if he knew you would still be up. He was going to ask why you were still up and tell you about how you should’ve just slept without him, but he knew you would tell him you would be too worried to fall asleep regardless. 

“I’m so sorry I was so late,” he said, apologetically. “But really, next time you shouldn’t mind me. It’s far too late.”

“And it’s far too late for you to be out with no one to greet you when you come home,” you replied with a soft smile. Gosh he was in love with you. “Waiting for you to come home is one of my happiest times, at least let me do this much. Besides, it’s a Friday we get to sleep in tomorrow.”

And you were absolutely correct. Although he’d tell you every single time to go ahead and sleep, it still warmed his heart when he saw you reading a book or scrolling through your phone with a warm tea, waiting for him to come home. The way your face would brighten up when he came home was truly the only thing that could heal him from a long day at work.

“I’ll hop in the shower real quick, so go to sleep okay? It’s still not good to be up this late,” he said as he took off his coat and put his stuff down, getting ready to step into the bathroom.

“Wait,” you said, almost subconsciously.

“What is it, love?”

“Oh, um,” you said, you hadn’t meant to say it out loud. You looked up at him slightly embarrassed. “....kiss?”

A faint blush covered his face as his eyes narrowed and lips pursed. He did not understand how you managed to make his heart flutter from such simple words after all this time, but he did understand that this wasn’t going to go away. He walked right back to you and pressed a kiss on your lips. He was going to kiss you again when he resisted the temptation and kissed you on your forehead instead. 

“Why not?” you asked quietly. You were going to kill him if you kept this up.

“Because I’m not going to be able to stop at this rate,” he said, but you went and kissed him instead.

“But I don’t want you to...” you said. That was it, he was giving in. Saving the country was a whole lot easier of a challenge than the ones you gave him it seemed.

“Okay, now you’ve done it,” he said, kissing you again. 

The shower will have to wait a little. 

[askthatoneanacondraikaiguy]

Some warm up sketches of Anacondrai Kai

[lale-txt]

friends tell me lore about a tattoo of yours

[nerditudes]

i finished the guardians of childhood book series and i'm not crying you're crying.

[bossalphadotpng]

[starfall-isle]

Been kinda sick but I can’t stop drawing these guys

[baby1967impala]

What’s a lil dululu between friends?

@shade-vermillion

[alienintrees]

thinking abt 1981 tv series Zaphod Beeblebrox's second head.

[quil12]

Why are they threatening me...?

Bonus:

[carrotsofthepirabbean]

The last 2 days has actually been the most productive writing days of my last 10 years I swear

[mirananananan]

hey fam, i finally got that not tlou fic posted on ao3 🫣

i present to you: my first (and probably only) punisher fic that i used very short-term brainrot to write. because there is so painfully little fic for frank & amy and i am a sucker for disgruntled father figures accidentally adopting feral teenagers!

[brianeno]

i wish with all of my heart that i was making this up but i have to do this fuckass group project for uni and one of the ppl in my group left for half an hour in the last class and while she was gone i went to the bathroom 2 PISS! and she was sitting on the couch making out with a dude lmfao

[mazu-art]

Dabi’s Dance Book 30 Completed or something!

[guinevereslancelot]

why do i feel weirdly guilty for taking a day off of work to have necessary surgery 🤡