#young verse

[hvbris]

@snicketsquadron sent "I'll keep you safe."

𝐊𝐈𝐓 & 𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐅 @snicketsquadron

Olaf let out a little scoff like one would put on armor. It was a dry, acidic sound. A way for him to say 'I don't need you to keep me safe,' not because it was true, but because he'd rather die than admit he needed it.

"Shouldn't I be the one promising you romantic idiocies like that?" he sneered with a sarcastic smile. "That I'll keep you safe, and that I'll love you forever? Do you want me to recite some poetry, too? Buy you a thousand roses, maybe?" When Olaf heard the expression "hurt people hurt people" he only saw it as advice to hurt someone twice.

[brucieboy297]

"This food tastes so good! What was it again?" The young playboy asked, asking as if he did not know his own dish. An act.

[rehabilitating-sparrow]

@sah1x1s​ i found a gif pack that was perfect for younger Daria and I couldn't get younger still working with the military delta squad adopting a 17 yo assassin out of my head

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It wasn't out of the ordinary for the academy to pit two or three girls against one another, either sparring, or on missions. To the winner gets the spoils, and the losers died. That's just how it is. Daria won many a time. So for her final trial she was pit against two other girls around her skill level, and sent out to kill a political adversary. 

In the corner of her eye, in the reflection of shop windows she walked past, she knew she was being followed. Taking tricky passes, ultimately leading them to a dead end she turns to look at the four that were on her tail.

They either had made a significant error and put all their eggs in one basket, or there were other squads in the area hunting the other girls. She knew what was needed of her in this situation. The Widows were never caught, never surrendered. It seemed like Daria’s luck ran out in the worst of ways. She will die at the end.

Taking off the vitals monitor strapped to her neck and the earpiece in her ear, she waited. they would either shoot her, or be dumb enough to get close so she could fight.

[hikarichino]

Plays with her little dragon.

[nouverx]

"But do you feel like a young god? You know the two of us are just young gods"

[unbloodiedmartyr]

rip my favourite spineless bureaucrat you will be missed

[nellandvoid]

trying to do more silly doodles to practice sketching on my tablet again :)

[aslisjournal]

Asli Hersi, I want to go to another planet

[incorrect-spiderverse]

*Hobie and Pavitr stuck spontaneously babysitting Mayday*

Hobie staring at Mayday: "uhhh"

*Mayday stares at him*

Hobie: “Want to go fight crime?”

Pavitr: “SHE'S 1!”

Hobie, while picking her up by her foot and Mayday giggling: “I don’t know! What am I supposed to do with her?!”

[stickparrot]

These five little nerds has been hovering in my brain for a month so congrats

What do you mean I dont have type (lie)

[hvbris]

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 . 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐊

Captain Hook is just James Matthew then. He is a charismatic young man, the illegitimate son of a nobleman who grew up raised by a Shakespearian actress after his father disowned him. This verse will follow his years as a student at Eton College, and later as a student at Oxford. Already quite the charmer and the gentleman, James is hungry for adventures. It's at Eton that he finds a book talking about Neverland, the magical Island that will become his obsession for the rest of his life.

[livwritesstuff]

Every day, when Steve gets home from work, he always asks his and Eddie's daughters what they did while he was gone.

One day, they surprise him with an answer he hasn't heard yet.

They tell him, “Daddy taught us how to pick locks.”

The girls are immensely proud of themselves and want to demonstrate their newfound skill, so they put on a whole show of locking themselves in the bathroom and breaking each other out while Steve watches on.

Much to his chagrin, all three of them can successfully unlock the privacy lock on the bathroom door from the outside – including three-year-old Hazel.

“That’s…that’s great,” Steve says when they’re done. “Uh, where’s your dad?”

They tell him that he’s upstairs and, indeed, Steve finds Eddie up in their bedroom folding a massive pile of laundry.

“Seems like you all had fun today," Steve says to him.

"Did they show you the door thing?" Eddie asks with a grin, "Yeah, they had a blast with that."

“Okay, you do realize that the lock on our door was our ticket to any kind of a sex life, right?”

Eddie blinks, the smile on his face slowly fading.

“Oh…yeah. Shit.”

“Yeah,” Steve repeats, “Nice going.”

[syndrossi]

Writing some absolute fluff as a palate cleanser after finishing chapter twenty-eight, in the little what if Resonant!Daemon woke up a few months before the twins' birth AU concept.

“No,” his son said, his first word and his favorite since. His grey eyes were fixed on the spoon and its cargo of cooked peas in Daemon’s right hand. With his left, Daemon brought the other spoon to Rhaegar’s mouth, and his other son opened his mouth dutifully for a bite. Daemon moved the full spoon back and forth, mimicking a roaring dragon descending, and brought it right up to Jon’s closed lips. His son’s stare found Daemon’s, deeply unimpressed. “There are foods other than carrot,” Daemon informed him with a sigh.

[spideycatt]

Cat and Mouse || 42!M.M x BlackFem!R

some teacher x teacher luvvvv

Synopsis:

In which your students try to figure out if their favorite teachers have something going on

Word count: 1.1k

Part 2!!

Now playing: Cat and Mouse // Black Swan, Melt // Kehlani, Childs play // Drake

Warnings: Some cursing, BLACK reader, Miles and R are married and have a child!!!, nun else this is nice n soft

Not rlly warnings: Reader is called Moss by miles, use of “Ms. Y/n” by students, Reader and Miles are young teachers at Visions (Miles teaches physics/ general science, Reader teaches art), kind of 3+1 things

I.

The school bell rang loudly, signaling lunch time was over.

“Alright, Moss. I’m out,” He spoke making his way to the door and pausing to turn to you. “You still down for Chinese for dinner?”

You look up, giving him a small smile. “Yea, I’ll see you later?”

Miles nodded with a smile of his own, walking out the door and immediately scolding some students.

“Aye! Stop eating each others faces and let’s go.”

You shake your head chuckling, bringing your own class into your room.

“Alright guys who should we listen to now.. I’m feeling some SZA, what y’all think?” You asked your class, opening the windows to let some natural light in.

Everyone settled back into their work pretty quickly, enjoying the calming melody of the music moving around the room. You were about to get back into grading before spotting one of your students looking at you like they had a burning question to ask.

“Wassup?” You snap them out of their daze, making them laugh nervously.

“O-oh! Its nothing Ms. y/n…” They rush out, looking down at their canvas.

“Nuh-uh c’mon say whats on your mind.”

They swallowed thickly.

“I… I was just wondering if you and Mr.Morales hung out often, uhm.. for some reason.”

“And what makes you think that?” You asked surprised, this was truly out of nowhere.

Another student spoke up, not as shy as the first. “Well I did hear him ask if you guys were eating together for dinner, are you guys dating?”

“Yea! And you guys eat lunch together all the time!” Someone else shouted, more kids joining in on this mini-interrogation.

You laugh at that, huffing out as your sat down at your desk.

“Man y’all some nosy ass kids…”

“Is that a yes, Ms. y/n?” They retorted, making everyones eyes light up in anticipation.

“No. It’s not,” You gave them a pointed look.

Groans filled the class as everyone got back to their projects with no more questions.

II.

Couple weeks later, your students start to get skeptical again.

It was winter now, snowfall heavy and merciless, making everyone miserably cold. And man did you hate the cold. You seemed to have lost your sweater somewhere, walking around to surveillance your class while hugging yourself. You were going to thug it out, but decided freezing to death right before winter break wasn’t worth it.

“Guys I’ll be right back.” You spoke to your class, stepping out and going next door, Miles’ classroom. You open the door shivering, catching the attention of everyone in the room.

“Sorry to interrupt!! Really I am,” you ramble, walking to Miles’ desk, ignoring all the kids staring at you. “Bab- erm, Miles- ugh-“ you stumble over your words, why was it so much colder in here than in your room?

“Wassup, Moss?” He looked up at your shaking form, before telling the kids to get back to work. Of course, they didn’t listen.

“C-cold…”

He tsked at you. “Why are you always so forgetful,” He muttered, stripping himself of his jacket to place it on your shaking frame. “I’ll get you new one later ok?” He placed his hand on your waist, guiding you out the door.

You step back into your class, already starting to feel warmer.

—

“Aye, Mr. Morales?” Someone called out.

“Hm?”

“Why do you call Ms. y/n, Moss?”

He froze at that, not knowing how to answer at first, since the origin of the nickname wasn’t exactly school-appropriate. He just decided to go with the simple version.

“Nickname from when we went to college.”

But he didn’t expect the class to go crazy. They bombarded him with questions, one after the next about his college life.

“How long have you guys known each other?”

“What was Ms. y/n like in college?”

“Was college fun?”

“Wait that was only a couple years ago right?”

“Why does she get to wear your jacket?”

“Girl that man don’t want your childish ass…”

“Are y’all datingg?~”

He sighed and smiled at his class’ antics, letting them get their questions out. They quiet down as quickly as they started getting loud, looking at their teacher expectantly.

“Why y’all thought I was gonna answer any of those, I don’t know.” He shrugged, ignoring the class’ second uproar.

“Aht aht, none of that. I want those work sheets in my hand by the end of class c’mon.”

III.

“If you don’t get your big headed as- self out my classroom..” You rubbed a hand over your face, trying to hide your smile.

It was now spring, humidity through the roof as the leaves start growing on trees again.

“Nah, I don’t think I will. The kids love me. Right?”

He smirks as the kids agree with him.

Of course he wants to bother you during his free period.

“Anyone wanna hear some embarrassing college stories about Mrs. y/n?” He asked the class, earning more cheers.

He spent the class conversing with the kids and pestering you, but not to the point where you were actually mad at him.

“Mr. Morales, it’s almost time to go, get ya butt out my class.” You try again, earning fake cries from the class.

“Mhmm you lucky someone calling me right now. Bye yall!” He chuckled, taking his leave.

A student notice something falling out his pocket as he took his phone out, standing up to get it. Huh, a polaroid.

“Uh, Miss? Mr. Morales dropped this,” She said, inspecting it before handing it to you. “Who’s that?” She continued, pointed at the lady next to Miles with her face covered.

You raise your eyebrow at her, smiling. “Why, got a crush on ‘im?”

A ring of ‘oooo’s erupt from the rest of the class.

“W-what?! No! She just, actually…” The girl pauses, looking at the picture even closer. “She kind of looks like you…”

A second round of ‘oooo’s.

“You’re severely mistaken, everyone start packing up. I’m ready to go.”

+ I.

It was a little later in the school-year, today being take your child to work day.

You leave the teacher’s lounge with your daughter Meadow in hand. The kids’ lunchtime ended a few minutes prior, so they should be outside the classroom by now.

You make your way to your class, letting everyone coo over Meadow before Miles’ door opens up. He walks out, dapping up some of his students who are passing by, looking over the crowd of students surrounding you.

You smooth out Meadow’s dress, answering a student’s question before your daughter screeches out a cute “Papà!”

The students surrounding you gasp, looking to where she was reaching out to.

Meadow climbed down your arms and scurried through the legs of all the teenagers as they watched her. Jaws dropping as she clings to Miles’ legs excitedly. He smiled at Meadow, picking her up and kissing her forehead.

“Hey my lil’ princess, get tired of Mommy yet?”

“WHAT?!?”

kkuet.

[Lowkey wanna do a p2. backstory typa thing. Idk how i feel about this one tho so lmk!!!]

[nellandvoid]

practice sketches of the boys cause i need to draw them more (they are worms in my brain)

[hvbris]

@bertievi​ . 𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐈 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑

Lucretia was terribly nervous, and it was unlike her, really. But while her brother carried himself with his usual nonchalance -the nonchalance of a first son, the nonchalance of an heir- she could feel the weight of responsibilities on her shoulders. She was the eldest, and at her father’s despair, a woman! Not only did she represent the family, but she was already at fault in his eyes. So, meeting someone quite so important came with a heavy load of worry.

Meeting a king! 

Oh, that was both so exciting and so dreadful! What if she made a fool of herself! What if she said something so utterly ridiculous that her father banished her to the districts?

But she had to get a grip! She was Lucretia Snow! And a Snow never felt fear, a Snow never backed away from a challenge. She had decided to face this situation with elegance and solemnity, just like she faced everything else in life.

“Your Majesty,” she said to the very distinguished guest, doing a perfect curtsy (nothing less than perfect for a Snow), “what an honor to meet you. I do hope you had an enjoyable journey.”