#melancolic girl

[distraughtfemme]

[goldenmoonflowersworld]

[enlil-confused-gnawer]

Another character I don't use anymore. The water asked me so much work at the time! XD

[jldiazgranados]

[rat-rosemary]

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[evlyda]

Making of dead skull angel/evil with black wings -Lerla izlale

[bear-remn]

—Deadly eyes concept art v1 ₊ ⊹

Hi! I have been working on my content since i been very inspired and i already have art of my oc's in addition to the dibaboys' opinions about my girls! this is volume 1!

—KIRARI MASAMI ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧

—diaboy´s thoughts on kirari ୨୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

—shuu:

·:¨༺ while kirari was on drugs ༻¨:·

"such a weird woman, walking like a ghost and bothering me while a sleep.."

"terrible smell, i´d kill her if i could but its such a bother.."

"dont really care, not my problem.."

·:¨༺ when kirari recovers ༻¨:·

"a lewd woman, not good with words but her eyes and expresions tell me everything i need to know.."

"a little anoying, but i dont want her to stop anoying me.."

"kinda funny and mean when it comes to people she dosent like, basically hot.."

—reiji:

·:¨༺ while kirari was on drugs ༻¨:·

"bad blood and bad manners, such a case.."

"doesnt talk much, but when she open her mouth she only say´s strange thing´s.."

"why would that person send her if her blood is´nt good quality? and as a sacrificial bride?.."

·:¨༺ when kirari recovers ༻¨:·

"such a needy human, wanting me to hold her while she sleep... "

"even if she is´nt a worthy woman for me, in some ways she turn to be... what i never thought i´d crave..."

"maybe she is not teh worthy woman i always picture, but is enough to be by my side, taking my father´s place with her by my side.."

—ayato:

·:¨༺ while kirari was on drugs ༻¨:·

"yours truly doesnt care for a bad blooded woman.."

"ok? and?.."

"if i ignore her then she isnt here..."

·:¨༺ when kirari recovers ༻¨:·

"her blood is ok? but not really yours truly favorite.."

"she thinks is so cool just because she plays basketball and do boxing, she looks rediculous..."

"It's a little outrageous that Mako prefers the company of that woman intead of my company, yours truly is too good for her anyways.."

—kanato:

·:¨༺ while kirari was on drugs ༻¨:·

"who?..."

"such an unpleasant woman, teddy and i couldnt stand being around her.."

"the only good thing about that disgusthing woman are those eyes of her, shiny and clear... i dont have that kind of eyes in my collection hehe.."

·:¨༺ when kirari recovers ༻¨:·

"still, the only good thing are those eyes, her blood is too thick, not really my taste.."

"she spend too much time with reiji, i hope that when she dies, reiji let´s me take her eyes hehe.."

"she is´nt as anoying as i thought, rather quiet.."

—laito:

·:¨༺ while kirari was on drugs ༻¨:·

"she acts like an abandoned cat, trying to isolate herself from others and acting tough, but cying in silence at nigth.."

"the messier the better.."

"sadly, her blood is terrible and her attitude is boring, what a same.."

·:¨༺ when kirari recovers ༻¨:·

"reiji make her what she is now but, its odd that now they arent as close as before, funny right?.."

"i see her, how the others watch her as if we dont realize, they will not take her as they please, not that i care, but my big bro does.."

"kirari-chan doesnt make cutes faces as my pretty mako-chan, but i enjoy dessert.."

—subaru:

·:¨༺ while kirari was on drugs ༻¨:·

"the stink its unbreathable, her presence its disgusthing, she is disgusthing.."

"humans are so dumb, so sad and melancolic for no reason.."

"i dont care if she dies, as long as she doesnt make a mess.."

·:¨༺ when kirari recovers ༻¨:·

"she become emotionally dependent of shu and reiji, but none of them seems to be interested in what she really is.."

"she often hides in the plants but in silence, i appreciate the silence.."

"she doesnt try to kill herself anymore.."

.・。.・゜✭ bonus ✭・゜・。.・

—kirari

·:¨༺ while kirari was on drugs ༻¨:·

about shu

"fucking arrogant bitch, hope he choke´s on his own saliva.."

about reiji

"cool, control maniac but kinda cool? acts like a father and speaks funny.."

about ayato

"think he is a big deal but really is just a spoiled brat with a pretty face.."

about kanato

"please never touch me.."

about laito

"fucking weirdo, a little hot without the hat but too scary, he appears out of nowhere everytime and looks like he knows things, dark things.."

about subaru

"pretty boy but those anger issues, idk, too much anger inside one person.."

kirari opinion of the diaboys when she recovers its a secret hehe :p

.・。.・゜✭ ty! ✭・゜・。.・

hope you guys like it! mako comes in the next concep art volume post! if you have any suggestion tell me! i´d appreciate it!

btw the cover was inspired on @ausd art, go check her work it´s precious!

[french-unknown]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝟕𝟓𝐭𝐡 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 (𝟐) | 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐎𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐫

finnick odair x fem!reader

summary: As a Victor from District 11, (Y/N) was close to the Victor of District 4 but the 75th Hunger Games turned everything upside down.

warning: prostitution, death mentions

word count: 2.3k +

author's note: Hi! English isn't my native language and, even if I can read English text, I have practically never written in this language. So you will be my English practice lesson! Be indulgent, thanks ~

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟐 | 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝟕𝟒𝐭𝐡 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬

A deep rumble resonant into the valley was reverberated while amplificating between the mountains. Paniqued, (Y/N) raised her head to look at where this sound was coming from. And there, right from the north, she saw a huge wave of fifty feet surge toward her.

Suddenly, everything turned black and the girl woke up with a jolt into the darkness of the night. The moon was the only source of light to lighten up the sweat perling on her trembling arms and, above all, the tears that were maculating her cheeks. Her saccadic breath was going at the same speed as her fast-paced heartbeats. A knot in her throat left her incapable of breathing correctly while she was still feeling the sensation of the water on her skin.

Yet, little by little, she gained back control of her respiration and then her body. When she finally stopped crying and trembling, she sighed.

She was in Victors' Village in District 11. She wasn’t in the arena anymore.

Exhasted by her nightmare, she stood up on her still-unsure legs and went out of her bedroom to search for some water in the kitchen. But she found her father in the living room while she crossed the house. He was there, sitting in the dark, absent-minded.

"Dad?" she asked.

As if he were reconnected with reality, he turned his face toward her and made a melancolic smile.

"Why are you still up at this hour?" he asked too.

"I can say the same," she responded. "You worked a lot of hours the last few days, you should sleep a little more."

"It’s Reaping today," he sadly explained. "Some feelings never disappear, you know."

Forgetting her glass of water, (Y/N) climbed on the sofa and simply placed her head on his shoulder. She knew that no word in the world could make her father feel better so she preferred to believe that an act was worth a thousand words.

They stayed that way until the morning came.

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Standing on a platform on the District 11 main plaza, a wave of stress beached in her belly.

She logically knew that, pretty in her black dress and as a former Victor, she didn’t have any risk of hearing her name today but her father was right: some traumas are graved in the flesh. Besides, even if she is not the one who will be leaving, two other families will be destroyed in the next hour.

The sight of the crowd in front of her just kept that aweful feeling getting bigger and the other Victors', Seeder and Chaff, presence at her side didn’t change anything.

However, it didn’t stop the ceremony from beginning.

The same promotional clip was projected on the big screen as every years then the strange creature who will be the escort this year went to the urn for female tribute. She chose a paper.

"Rue Montgomery," she announced with a smile.

The mob separated to make way for one of the lost girls in the first ranks. But (Y/N) could only see the scandalized looks on her parents faces at the back.

Rue’s parents and hers had been friends since childhood. In consequence of this, she always knew the girl even if they weren’t close due to their age gap. She couldn’t even eye the brown-frizzy-haired girl while she went closer to the stage under the escort's concerned eyes.

"Any volunteers?" she asked with some kind of diluted hope.

But only the sound of the wind responded.

So she turned to the male urne and pulled another piece of paper with the nametag of a young, strong and robust boy who climbed the stairs before both of them were separated into a room to say goodbye to their families.

The crowd dispersed and the Victors moved toward the car that would bring them to the train.

Still (Y/N) intercepted Seeder on her way before she went up in the car and guided her to a more quiet place away from unwanted looks.

"Please, take care of her!" she immediately begged the woman who has been her mentor at her own Games.

"It’s also your job," she responded.

"But I know her!" added the (H/C)-hair. "I can't even look straight at her because we both know she’ll be dead soon. She doesn’t have a chance! Please."

After a silence, Seeder nodded and the younger felt a little bit relieved.

This feeling didn’t stay for long since she was intercepted a few feet away by two adults that she instantly recognized as Rue’s parents. They pleaded with her to help their loved daughter, to prepare her and to bring her back home. They desperately cried all the tears from their bodies.

(Y/N) couldn't expose them to the cruel reality.

A 12-year-old child from District 11 will never be strong enough to survive several bloodthirsty teens from Career Districts. She will never be an interesting ally who will be protected by another district's tribute. She will never be considered entertaining enough to receive gifts from sponsors.

In the best case possible, she will die without too much pain or fear on the first day.

She was saved by the Peacekeepers who pushed her into the car before the tribute’s parents could finish their beseechings.

On the train, she closed herself in her cabin during the entire journey.

At the moment she arrived at the Capitol, she left her possessions at the Tribute’s Village and immediately rushed to the 7th floor. She jumped on Johanna and started to blather about her problems when they arrived in the brown-haired girl’s room. Even if she winced several times, the District 7 Victor let her speak without interrupting. Once she finished, she could get her temper back. She thanked her friend and agreed to let her unpack peacefully.

But when she came back to her floor, she saw an envelope with her name handwritten on it on her doorstep.

Accompanied by a white rose, she didn’t need a drawing when Lucretia, her stylist, arrived with a wonderful white corseted dress in one hand and makeup in the other. She chatted about a meeting between potential sponsors to which (Y/N) was invited.

So it was with a man that she arrived at the Tribute’s Parade. After a complete afternoon of hearing conversations about the Hunger Games: how much they were excited, rumors about the still unknown arena, or how tributes seemed promising this year.

She wanted to vomit.

However, she kept her smile on and stayed as entertaining as she could. She knew what would happen if she didn’t.

On the stands, she noticed some familiar faces. Jonhana, who already appeared irritated. Seeder and Chaff were discussing a few ranks behind an unusually interested Haymitch. Career Victors were meeting together and laughing not so far away.

But it was another person who caught her attention.

Effectively, Finnick Odair was proudly standing there with a woman too much makeuped for her age. Too much makeup in general, actually. He looked convincing as he seduced her with his overly smooth smile and whispered sweet words into her ear. She giggled and hit his chest while he continued to charm her.

And, as if he felt the insistent pair of eyes, he looked around him and perceived (Y/N).

Sadly, before anyone could make a move, the man who was accompanying the District 11 girl put his hand on her hip and used it to bring her closer to him. He placed his lips near her ear.

"It’s better if you don’t get sick tonight," he murmured.

(Y/N) felt a first thrill of disgust go through her spine when his breath brushed her ear. A second one followed right after she understood what he said. But, far from being discouraged, the man took this reaction for something else and smirked with satisfaction before reporting his attention to the circuit where Tributes will parade at any moment.

When she wanted to find the blond-haired guy with green eyes again, she found him at the same place, with the same person, in the same position.

But his gaze wasn’t playful anymore. It was just unreadable.

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Throughout the duration of the Games, (Y/N) avoided as best she could the room where the citizens and sponsors were viewing the Games. Only, it didn’t prevent her from knowing about Rue’s death in the arena.

The news spread to her through a knock at the District 11 floor door.

She knew Johanna didn’t watch the Games anymore this year since her two tributes passed away. By the way, she thanks her for the bottle of alcohol she brought this night and which made both of them forget the horrifying atmosphere around them. She didn’t come back home after that, so they still met a few times to chat and drink together.

But it wasn’t the explosive-tempered girl behind the door.

She was face-to-face with Finnick Odair.

"Hi Honey," he started with his well-practiced smile. "Will you let me in?"

Already kind of annoyed by his over-smarmy character, she went out of the way and he didn’t wait a second before stepping inside.

As soon as the door was closed, District 4 Victor’s aura changed: his shoulders stooped, his chin lost a little bit of his height and, mainly, his abominable superficial smirk wore off from his lips.

"So, do you hold up?" he softly asked.

(Y/N) only shrugged her shoulders. She didn’t really know how to respond without ending in an unterminable monologue.

"What about you?" She tiredly answered. "And Mags?"

A grim laugh passed the barriers of his lips.

"Both are already dead."

"Bloodbath?" she continued, sluggish.

"For him, yeah," he somberly declared.

"We can say that it was effective this year," she laughed without humor. Some memories surged into her mind even if it was mostly the sound of the weapons clashing against each other as well as the surprised or painful screams of kids.

"Not yours," affirmed Finnick, bringing her back from her memories. "You would have known if you've been there."

The girl sighed then went to the bar of the floor with the purpose of resting her back against the counter.

"Don't tell me you came here just to say that." She began to get angry.

"It’s your job to support them in the arena, you’re their mentor. You’ve no choice," he reminded her. "Even if it’s become personal."

The District 11 Victor felt a thunder of irritation pass through her mind.

"Johanna?" she wanted to know.

"I know all that she knows as much as she knows all that you know, and you also know all that I know," he claims. "It will made 3 years, still surprised?"

(Y/N) slid the length of the counter until her butt touched the ground and she could feel her knees pressing against her chest. She wound her arms around her legs and couldn't help but feel hurt.

"No, but you know how much I love when people talk about me behind my back." she bitterly retorted.

Finnick moved and took a seat next to her.

"We’re just worried about you." he explained while raising his streched arms on his bended knees.

However, his sleeves rolled up and exposed the rednesses snaking on his forearms and wrists. Alarmed, (Y/N) straightened to take an arm closer to her eyes. But she couldn’t do anything when the blond-haired guy resumed it before rolling down his sleeves again.

"What happened?" She confusedly asked even if she thought she had already gotten the answer.

"Cliente."

A deep sadness lumped her throat. Her eyes started to get watery when Finnick grabbed her hand and brought her back to him. With her back against him, he slipped his arm around her shoulders.

Wedged in the hollow between his arm and his chest, she relaxed herself to try to profit from the heat coming from his body. She let herself imagine the sea smell which normally perfumed his skin but was covered by one of the Capitol's strong fragrances. Her head fell back to be placed next to his neck.

"Sorry to announce this to you like that, but your girl passed away earlier." he declared as softly as he could.

The (H/C)-haired girl immediately frozen before relaxing as fast.

"Did she suffer?"

He tightened his embrace and a weight was settled on the top of her skull while one of his tuft of hair went twirling around her temple.

"No, the District 12 Tribute took good care of her," he said. "She left in peace."

"For Hunger Games." she moaned. "It will never stop…"

Fiinick's free hand on her side got closer to hers. Without moving, she accepted it when he entwined their fingers together.

"As long as we stay together, everything is going to be okay." he declared. "Everything is going to be fine."

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Several days later, when the Hunger Games were won by the pseudo-couple of District 12, (Y/N) came back home. At the moment her foot touched the ground, she was instantly accosted by her mother and her older brother.

The first one had a terrible expression on her puffy face with her little red eyes and her hair all around her in this kind of nest of knots from which some hair strands escaped around her face. Besides, even if her clothes were clean, lots of folding marked her outfit and made her look messy. Her brother at her mother’s side didn’t seem better.

Getting an eye around her, she finally noticed the unusual number of Peacekeepers in the streets.

Her way back to Victors' Villange was spent in heavy silence and there, behind the closed doors of her house, she discovered the dreadful news. After Rue’s death, riots began in the entire district, but they were immediately contained and the instigators were publicly executed.

Among them were Rue’s father and her own.

[dreamy-cinnamon]

name: yoru

age: 16(February 24)

gender: female

sexuality: bisexual

personality: yoru is a young girl . she used to be melancolic. 2 years later thanks to nocturnes pirates she warmed up. yoru had to face loneliness since she was little but she became less lonely while she was adopted by plum

relationships:

gecko moria: biologic father

snake kimera: biologic mother(deceased)

perona: adopted sister

plum: captain\adopted mother

seed: crewmate

pastrami: crewmate

lamp: crewmate

sannah: crewmate

mochi: friend

trivia:

yoru is spainish

yoru's favorite food are omelets

yoru's least favorite food are coffee(too bitter)

if yoru was a animal she would be a gecko and\or a platypus

[quincyhorst]

RonLau.............................

I've already talked about Ladji and Émile, I'd also like to talk about other of my favorite RG duos: Ronnie and Laurent. So here's something from back in March.

This is pretty much a story of how they became at least a bit aware about each other, but hadn't met properly yet. Obviously pre-FFI.

Ronnie Weiss became a supermodel years ago, as winning a local beauty contest gained the attention of an agent who saw potential on him. When given a chance to escape a supposedly "boring" life in his rural hometown, he accepted the offer straight away. Modelling life isn't easy, but it was good enough for him. Better than "rotting on the countryside", he would say.

That day, Weiss was being transported to his next modelling job, a photo shoot for the well known magazine Cerise. Being a common reader in the past, he was quite excited yet also nervous about it. Something he wasn't proud of showing.

Suddenly, the car had to stop like the red light ordered; which led to Ronnie having some time to see the streets of Paris; and the so-called commoners's "uninteresting lives". Since his transport had stopped right in front of a cafe's terrace, he expected to see the typical customers. But... He saw something entirely different from what he was expecting.

In between the brown tables and the dim colored shop, a beautiful face was sitting calmly. Their skin was almost white like snow, standing out even if it was almost covered by their hair; blonde ash gray, both colors blending together. And even if it looked messy at first glance, it was elegantly tied with a notorious pink ribbon, accidentally making Ronnie believe he was looking at a girl. A mysterious "girl" who had such beautiful, cold blue eyes, showing a melancolic aura as she read a little book.

On the short time the red light stood on, Ronnie stared completely in awe, even begging his driver to pull down the car window as to get a better look. In the few seconds Ronnie was hit with the outside breeze, he tried any way to gain the girl's attention. But like if the god of luck had heard him, suddenly she looked away from her book, and noticed the sudden car window opening nearby. For an instant, she and Ronnie made eye contact, an angelic moment that made the raspberry boy's pale face red.

It didn't last for too long however, as the car continued its movement few seconds later.

As he was being forced apart from his new muse, Ronnie quickly returned to reality, remembering why he was inside a vehicle on the first place. Upon noticing an unusual frown coming from his model, the agent was quick to check on them.

"Sorry. I just saw the most beautiful girl ever! But, I'm not sure I'll see her again..."

"If she's that beautiful, there's a chance. Girls like that get scouted for the industry eventually." After a sudden pause, the man started to realize something. "Wait a minute, you saw her in a cafe terrace, right?"

"...Yes?"

"...And she had... White skin and almost blonde hair? With a pink ribbon?"

"Ye- Wait, you recognize her!?"

"...Well, haha... I think who you saw was actually Little Laurent. He's the son of one of Cerise's editors. Easy to mistake for a girl, isn't he?"

Ronnie took a breath trying to process all the sudden new information. That beauty was actually a boy... Well, not much of a surprise. If he himself had been born with a pretty face, who knows whose other boys could have been as lucky as him. In fact, he had already saw some around, but always as rivals on the modelling industry. He could easily do the same with Laurent, specially knowing his connections, but...

"No, he isn't a model at all." His agent clarified "Believe it or not, before finding you it was him who I wanted to represent. But he refused my offer, and I didn't felt like insisting. A shame, really. To this day, his mother tells me over how much of a beautiful model he could be."

...With no reason to consider Laurent yet another rival of his, Ronnie gave a sigh of relief. There was no way he even wanted to see him with any ounce of resentment! Although, it was weird to know he could have been on his place instead.

"If he's related to Cerise Magazine, well... Is there any way I could see him better in person?"

His agent chuckled upon the question, leaving the model confused.

"...Not sure, sorry. But it is told he likes to spend his free days on cafes, just like what you saw. Maybe if we catch a break, you could give him a surprise visit."

Ronnie's eyes lit up, making him give a smile of excitement.

"...But the agenda's tight, Weiss. There's so much you still have to do first."

As his smile fading again, soon Ronnie returned to observe the streets of Paris again; not wanting to encounter any other beautiful person like he had done recently.

The memories of his brief encounter with Laurent still clung on for the day, and they persisted on his memory. Deep down, he constantly wished to meet that stunning face up close, no matter if they were both boys. But as Ronnie's various jobs continued and the routine became stricter, soon it became less and less important to him...

And then the FFI happened, and Ronnie had his proper bisexual awakening (?????

[thebittervampire]

Maybe I’m going to do something really stupid, but some things are getting on my nerves. 🙃

I’m single for almost two years, and since this Autumn, since I’ve started getting out again, I keep getting it on by weird dudes.

There’s that first guy, really nice by the way, I’ve met one evening in October and he asked me for a date in a forest two days later. Man. In a forest. I read enough newspapers to know what could happen to me. (don’t go in a forest with someone you just met, for real. No matter their gender or what, just don’t.)

There’s another guy I’ve met in January during a RPG event in a bar. He was just adorable: I drove him back home (I do that with a lot of people: I don’t want them to walk home alone at night) and we chatted a lot. Buuut he ruined everything three days later, when he wrote me a poem to (I quote) ‘express what’s going on in his sould, body and mind, because he doesn’t know who is he and has so many questions in his head about life’, and I had to read it on some melancolic music. Dude. I know you for three. f***. days.

Since this Summer, I know a really cool game bar in town, and every Tuesday, it’s ‘come and play with strangers’ (it’s pretty cool when none of your friends is in the mood to play: you come and take a sit at some table and play, if you’re shy, the awesome staff helps you, plus the place is stunning, I might post some photos one day), and one of the members of the RPG association I’ve joined missed his birthday on February 11th, so I suggested him to come and play to cheer him up.

But the next Tuesday was... February 14th! That’s right! And he had booked a table for two, like it was a date (even if I clearly told him ‘I’m going to play next Tuesday, want to join and have a drink?’, and that guy knows this bar, so he knows the Tuesday program of this place). He didn’t even wanted to play so I had to sit here, uncomfortable (while some pals and gals were showing ‘hi Sam! how are you?’ and I was thinking ‘just take me away to a board game, please’)

Two details turned me off during this unwanted date: when I asked him why he was alone on his birthday, he told me all his friends left him ‘why?’, ‘they went to another birthday’, ‘you couldn’t organise two birthday parties the same day?’, ‘no: a birthday is one person’s day, I don’t feel sharing it, it’s supposed to be my day’, uuuuh, you don’t decide your birthday date, in fact... A bit too clingy, I guess? That and his phone lockscreen: an anime girl with a biiig breast. He’s around 40... I don’t mean to judge but... No. Just no.

And the last one is an ex-Marine I know since this Summer: he’s in his 40s and I thought he was more mature.

Guess what? I was wrong! This week-end, there was a gaming festival but he wasn’t sure when he would show up.

I was there on Saturday around 5pm with some friends, but they moved to a table with a game I didn’t want to try, and the ex-Marine texted me ‘I’ll be there after 7pm’, so I told him ‘oh, sorry, it’s too long to wait, I think I’m going home’ (there was a looot of people), ‘just say that you don’t want to see me’, ‘I didn’t say that, I said I wasn’t going to wait 2h in a crowd’, ‘you must be patient for perfection’, ‘perfection isn’t a real thing’, ‘it is: look at me’. That was awkward.

Oh no, let me tell you about that guy I don’t know but he knows some of my friends, and he wanted to see me on that festival, but we missed each other, so during the evening, he texted me ‘I wanted to meet you! I’m always sick when you’re at some event and I can’t see you!’, dude, like it was my fault. 🙃

So I think I’m just going to pretend I’ve a (quite shy) boyfriend, maybe all those weird guys will stop to cling to me, because seriously, I just want to have fun and those guys are ruining it.

They don’t even know how to flirt: they’re awkward and clumsy in the most awful way...

So maybe it’s one stupid tactic. But I might try it, just to have some peace.

[penny-2]

There is something I find strange about myself, in typology I mean. See, I'm IS(T), 6w5 sp/so, 692, Melancolic - Sanguine, rluai and some people type me LII-Ne but I don't really trust it.

So you know, not your classical lovey dovey girl, I'm more of a friendly nerd. But that's like, the stereotype, in fact, I'm laying on the floor, desperate to offer and receive love with someone, I crave it each night and morning. I tell to my friend that I love them, I hug my mom, and I read some romance to try to cope

It don't fucking work :') like at all, I just feel like I have so much love to give, my body is overflowing in the need to cherish someone, I want to be an house wife who make the place perfect each day, with a good meal for my loved one and I! (i'm handicapped, I can't work anyway)

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, why do I have to be so soft and loving in a world so soul crushing.

[lleah]

Feeling stuck, numb, melancolic or lost movies

Melancholia

Festen

Drunk

La chasse

Boy Meet Girl (CHOC)

Pola X    

Les amants du pont-neuf (91)

La reine des pommes

La guerre est déclarée

Main dans la main

Marguerite et Julien

Le feu follet****

Un homme qui dort ***

Little Miss Sunshine

500 jours ensemble

Le monde de Charlie

Oslo 31 Aout

Deux

Libre et assoupi

Yes man

Démolition

Sick of myself **

Mariage Story

Chien de la casse

[svndvn]

a sad little girl 

[somethingsadandbeautiful]

Nunca les ha pasado que despiertan y se sienten completamente desganados? Cómo si algo les faltara y simplemente hubiesen dejado de ser ustedes mismos.

[pure-kirarin]

The rose left unwatered (Law x f!reader)

Heyo guys ! this is my first multi part fanfiction and I hope that you will all like it =w=.  No TW for now apart for coming smut in next chapters~  This was originally a request by @soul-stealer-reaper​ . Thanks for requesting :) originally you asked for a scenario with rough NSFW where Law has a crush on a girl that the government is afraid of and that has high bounty. As this will have some parts, everything you asked for will come in the next chapters so no worries :’) ! I won’t hide that wrote quite freely tho, I hope that it’s fine.  Synopsis : You have felt unwanted for so long that you forgot the last time you felt like you belonged. Quite paradoxical, when you are one of the most wanted “criminals” in the new world. You cross paths with Law after joining the strawhats at Fishman Island to “kill some time” and you both feel a weird connection from the moment your eyes met, curiosity, hatred or desire, did it really matter as long as feelings were involved ? ---------------------------

A rose left unwatered will wither, A heart left unloved will rot, A sweet dream left untouched will go bitter,  A love left unspoken will be forgot. Nemo -  Murder in Venice

The first time that Law saw you, he found you extremely annoying. He remembered that he saw your wanted poster somewhere, with one of the highest bounties that he has ever seen. Seeing such a high bounty made him raise an eyebrow at first, what could you have done to have the whole world on your back ? The second thought that came to his mind was that of detachement, then he flinched at that thought.

The first time that Law saw you in person was after his Allience with the strawhats. You stayed at the ship the whole time, you didn't even bother to follow others to punk Hazard or to help them with their plans. He thought that you were an extremely selfish person and you reminded him of the person that he hated most. That way you had of doing what you wanted without caring about others, the smirk you had on your lips at all times, never submitting, always acting so sure of yourself, it irritated him.

How could someone get such a strong reaction out of him ? He didn't even know, he always eyed you from afar and it was enough to know that you prfoundly, passionately got on his nerves.

You joined the strawhats in the Fishmen Island, finding your way to them and just asking to join. Luffy's simplistic demeanor meant that he accepted right away, not caring about who you were and not flinching at your high bounty.

You made it clear that you were just staying to be entertained, in fact, you didn't want to fight, you didn't want to help anyone, your curiosity was just peaked by Luffy, by that man that defied the world government, by that man that defied everyone at Marineford. You weren't impressed, but you just felt sympathy towards him and wanted to find some company.

You found what you were looking for, in fact, life with the strawhats was enjoyable, you didn't get along with Usopp or Nami. The former thought that you were « too scary » and would kill them in their sleep, the latter hated how little you were willing to cooperate.

You had your own reason, but nobody on that ship was able to grasp your personnality, you just had your own way of thinking, your own internal logic that nobody seemed to get. Who were you ? Why were you there and why was the whole world on your back ? All these questions were provoking Law, teasing him endlessly. His curiosity was growing day after day and you were always there, on a lounge chair enjoying the burn of the sun on your skin, not caring about anything else, not caring about him, not that he cared...did he ? You got on his nerves just by being there, he felt obseverd yet, he wasn't the kind of people to get flustered but your gaze was so intense, feline.

It was a soft night on the sunny, a few days before getting to Dressrosa.  On this night, the strawhats decided to gather around after dinner like always. They enjoyed socializing and spending time together, telling stories and playing silly games.  It was quite late so Momo was already sleeping. Everyone was on the deck enjoying some drinks and you were on the crow's nest, peaceful.

« Y/N-chaaawn~ » Screamed Sanji, making you look down. « Come have some fun with us, don't stay there on your own ! »

« - Yeah Y/N ! We're all having fun here. »  Said Luffy.

You jumped gracefully from the crow's nest just like a cat. You then looked around circularly before taking place between Law and Robin as she silently made some space for you. The atmosphere was light and everyone was enjoying themselves. Zoro was drinking bottle after bottle as Sanji was screaming at him. Usopp was telling you all for the tenth time about how he took down a sea king with his little finger and Luffy and Chopper were captivated by how cool that was.

You were just silently enjoying that sense of peace till Nami asked you out of nowhere

« Oh true Y/N, I actually never asked but I am curious, why is your bounty so high ? What have you done ? »

For a second your expression changed and everyone's eyes were on you. You just decided to tell them some kind of lie and you said that you killed a celestial dragon. Everyone looked at you in awe, killing a celestial dragon means that you had to escape from admirals. You excused yourself then saying you were tired, therefore going to sleep.

After hours of partying Strawhats went to sleep. You got out of the girl's quarter wearing only a night gown. Your thoughts were waltzing since earlier's events and you were looking melancolically at the ocean. The sound of the waves was so calming, you got close to the board of the sunny, placing your elbows on the wooden surface. You didn't notice it when Law came your way, he wasn't sleeping either, his sleeping schedule was always herractic. He was still intrigued by the lie you told earlier and by your overall attitude, something about you drew him towards you like a magnet.

-(Y/N)-ya...You didn't kill a celestial dragon, did you?

His voice was low and hoarse, stealing a murmur out of your lips. Your eyes met his, gray, icy. It was the first time he said your name outloud, actually, you briefly ever interacted since he got on this ship.

-Trafalgar ?..

You were wondering why did he bring this up, he never ever showed interest in you and you in him. In fact, now that you looked at him more in detail, you could say that he was an exceptionally handsome male with soft dark hair and a gloomy but all the more seductive cast of demeanor.

He could obtain any female he wanted at a snap of his fingers. You looked away and added :

-I thought that you disliked me. Why do you even ask ?

He raised an eyebrow, but got back to his stoic expression almost immediatly. He didn't know that it showed. However, you were wrong, he was starting to get intrigued by you, by your high bounty, by the detached way you acted. He was usually the one to observe and analyse people, but something about you...He couldn't put a finger on.

-I don't like lies.

-I have my own reasons...I'm sure there are a lot of things that you want to keep secret.

You hesitated then looked his side. He seemed calm still and just shrugged, ready to go back to his spot but then you added ;

-I lied because I didn't want to involve anyone in this...When I was just a child, I was a part of a dozen kids that were selected to take part into a « government experiment »...I don't want to go into details but...you clenched your fist, eyes fixed on an imaginary point in front of you I am the only survivor of that experiment...Therefore I'm being tracked... We were given power...To this day I don't know its extent...But I know that with just a blow of my fingers I could...you gasped How could a child be granted such a power ? Why did they have to choose for me ? I didn't want any of this....I never wanted to fight, I don't want to fight. I just wanted to be normal, to have a family, to feel wanted...haha...your laugh was bitter I mean, I know that I am the most wanted person you probably met, but I didn't mean it in that way. I hope that this satisfies your curiosity, Trafalgar Law.

Your eyes met, he looked in them, deep, searching for traces of honesty. You were telling the truth, there wasn't a doubt. He liked the way his name sounded out of your lips, it was the first time that he heard these three letters murmured by you. It's as if his first name sounded different, you had that way of saying it, almost like a whisper. You looked so vulnerable in your nightgown, so fragile despite your usual arrogant carapace. The fiery tigress looked like a sweet kitten and he was surprised by the way he just wanted to reassure you. He brushed that thought quickly and added, stoic ;

-I see, why did you tell me ?  

-You just asked me to, no ? I just felt like we were a bit alike...Ah. Also, quit asking me questions....This is starting to feel like a doctor examination...Now it's my turn to ask. Why do you even care ? I didn't think that the surgeon of death was such a curious person.

He scratched his chin, hesitating for a second, but then he just said bluntly ;

-The first time I saw you, I thought that you were extremely annoying.

- Ah ? you looked at him with a straight face, but still a bit offended If we're playing first impressions then...

-But I get it now.

He wasn't annoyed, in fact, he was just fascinated. It wasn't animosity that he felt but desire to know more about you. It wasn't that he was making sure that you're not endangering anyone, he wanted to look at you, it was just excuses upon excuses, rationalization for a case of irrational fascination. Now that the diagnostic was there, he could understand his emotions more clearly.

-You are talking in riddles but well...Whatever...Why did you form an alliance with Luffy by the way ? I wonder how you're able to handle all of his energy if you can't even stand mine haha.

-Let me correct you ; I don't hate you. He stops for a moment then he adds. There is a man that I would like to kill.

You turn now, back against the wooden border of the ship. You had an amused look on your face, wondering who was that man that he wanted to take down ;

-Now that's interesting ! Let me guess, who is it ?

-You are quite curious yourself, (Y/N)-ya...

He thought it was only fair, you opened up to him, he opened up to you, but telling you the details wasn't for now.

-So you are using the strawhats ?

-I am not sure who is using who. And what is your reason for joing the strawhats ?

-Luffy, you said with dreamy eyes, it's the D in his name...I have been drawn to people with this letter in their names like a magnet...I don't know...I just believe it's fate...

He was startled by your answer, so you knew about the « D » letter ? He also had this letter in his name...He just added then, with a face that didn't betray his surprise ;

-Oh , a girl like you believes in such romantic stories ?

-And what is a girl like me like ? You added, amused. I mean, apart from annoying.

-...Quit it already.

His tone was stable as always. He didn't show it but he thought that it was cute of you, how you insisted and played along. You faced him, your eyes looking right into his and you weren't one to look down, oh no. Irisis into his irisis, looking for him and digging something into him. He didn't even know what you meant by such a look, once again, feline.

The salty smell of the ocean's water mixed with the odor of your fruity perfume made that moment a bit more enjoyable and he wasn't even the type of person to enjoy chatting.

Check mate, you made up for that horrible first impression. You added then ;

-You avoided my question by the way, why wouldn't I believe in « such romantic stories » ? What do you think you know about « a girl like me » ?

You got a bit closer, amused, and he thought that it was getting a bit dangerous. You had a fake woeful look in your eyes. His limbs were filled to the brim with that ocean perfume of yours mixed with that sweet taste, and for a second it was as if that odor operated some kind of spell over him, because a surprising thought occured to his mind ; what would your lips taste like ? Certainly salty like the ocean and a tad like peaches.

Unsettled and unfocused he said ;

-Shouldn't you be sleeping ?

In reality, he didn't want these thoughts to make a nest out of his head and decided to cut the conversation quite abruptly. Your rocked your body back, almost like a child and rose your eyebrows in a semi-sarcastic semi-dramatic way.

-I'm a bit too old for a bed time don't you think, Trafalgar ?

-Just Law.

-Yes yes ! L-a-w...See you tomorrow ! You're not as uptight as I thought.

-(Y/N)-ya.

He just said your name in a strict way, probably indicating that you needed to go. His tone was firm, stop teasing already.

You looked at him with a diminishing smile, pronouncing every single letter so slowly, stretching his name on your lips so that these three tiny letters seemed endless. You tossed your hair, and something about the whole situation, about your feminine charm, something about the breeze of the night made the both of you feel unbearable tension. The type of tension that happens between a man and a woman at three in the morning, that tension that makes every little detail, every look in the eyes, every brush of the fingers feel indecent.

The eyes of a woman can't lie, his ego was stroked as he thought he had a glimpse of your hidden desire.You turned to go back to the girl's quarters, his eyes still hanged on your silhouette. ----------- I hope that you liked this first part. Please tell me what you think. It is a great motivator to know that I’m writing and being read. <3 I wish you all a nice day !