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SmileAnd somehow all I want to do is hold you, bury my face in the warmth offered by the crook of your neck and inhale the scent of you that I know will be sweet. I want to comfort you and let you know that everything is going to be alright. I want to tell you just how much
I thinkI love you, and though I don't expect those feelings to ever be returned, a part of me hopes that you'll dip your proud head and whisper those three words back to me. I want to be your everything. I want to be the one that helps you up when you fall. I want to be the one to kiss away your tears and replace them with that beautiful smile that only you have. I want to be sure of the love I feel for you.
I want you to love me back
when I am.
But most of all, I just want you to smile.
I can take anything, absolutely anything, if that beautiful smile is gracing your lips.
Luke finds out early - notes for a fanfic, WIP[Note: A quick write-up of part of a scene I want to write one day for a fic. The premise is that Luke meets Vader early and finds out about his parentage early, and after a long internal struggle--where he keeps quiet about it while he dodges the Empire and Vader as best he can--he decides eventually he can't outrun the truth any longer, or let his friends remain targets.]
“Hey!” Han yelled. He caught up to Luke and caught him by the elbow, before he could climb the ladder to his X-wing. Luke gave a tug, but Han yanked him away from the ladder and the snubfighter. From his perch in the small ship, Artoo whistled sharply.
“Kid, why didn’t--” Han turned briefly to take a quick scan of the hangar. A few droids puttered away at their menial tasks, but he saw no organic Alliance personnel present. He turned back to Luke and lowered his voice. “Why didn't you tell me about you and Vader?”
Luke froze up, like a small animal, and pulled harder to free
Christmas Art-FeatureHello everybody. :3
Merry Christmas to all of you guys... or I hope you had one. More like "Happy Holidays and a Happy New Year", now, I guess.
I hope you've had a wonderful time with your families, friends, pets or otherwise loved ones.
(Since I know not everyone does get along with their families.)
I promised to make an art-feature for all the watchers willing to take part, for Christmas, as a "Thank you" for being there for me here:
You may or may not have realized it, but all of you people helped me a lot this year, because 2017 had a terrible start for me.
I did learn a lot about myself through this particular year on DeviantArt, I found a lot of strenght and new, great friends here and I started putting my focus on making art enough to learn and create stuff I didn't thought I was even capable of a year ago.
I want to thank you for all your comments, for all your favourites and every message you wrote me in this
[Nov-17] Introducing 10 Artworks [Topic: Frost] Donations for me? :3
This month's topic is going to be simple.
It's November, we're getting closer to winter in Europe, last week, there has already been a bit of snow in my town.
So this time, the topic will be
In part one of my monthly journals, I'm going to present you 10 beautiful pictures this time.
[Oct-17] Introducing 6 Artworks [Topic: Halloween]
My dear readers.
I'm back this month to try the second time to show you 6 beautiful pictures, I found on DeviantArt.
This month, to celebrate my favourite holiday of the year:
The number of introductions used is symbolic, of course.
This time, due to the type of topic, I'm not going to sort the categories as orderly as last time.
Mainly you're going to find digital pictures in this one.
If you're looking for crafts or photography, the second part of the journal, which is going to follow on Oct. 30 or Oct. 31 will be more your taste.
This time you are going to find:
I leave it up to everybody personal, to judge what they find scary.
Just know, I'm not going for horror or gore here. I've picked picture
The Heir: Chapter 1, part two
After a long time, a lot of effort and a nasty scratch on her knee, Sam finally found what she looking for. She smiled as she let herself glide down the small hill to her treasure; a bush with small purple berries. When she had found a similar bush like this a long time ago, she wasn't quite sure whether the berries were poisonous or not, but Thomas had never gotten sick after eating them she had watched him cautiously after she asked him to eat them and his conclusion was even greater. They tasted great. Quickly she began to fill her basket with the little delights and chuckled to herself. Mom and I are going to make a great pie out of these! And maybe I can even lure Thomas into giving me permission to ride Sparky She wasn't stupid, she had noticed her brothers' dislike to her riding the horse. She snorted. Well, it's not your horse, Tom. Still chuckling she shook her head. When Ravi had a
The Heir: Chapter 1, part one
It was a bright day and the sky was almost entirely clear blue. A few small clouds drifted lazily through the air, sometimes slightly blocking the sun, but most of the time they just let the sun continue with it's daily reign. Its rays fell down on the huge valley, close to the roots of the Ebony Mountains, therefore called Ebony Valley. Many villages and farms filled the birds-eye view and between them the meandering colossal river, which ran through the entire kingdom, the Anacon. It was a calm day, the main road to the capital was nearly empty. Two lonely dark figures sped across the land, towards a small farm close to the forest.
Mariana wiped a few sweat drops from her forehead and looked up to the sky. It's awfully warm today If it goes on like this, there might be a forest fire soon. That would be horrible. She knew exactly what her husband would say if she spoke to him about her worries. Daniel would simply smile and say: "We'll deal
The Heir: Prologue
Blood. All he could see was blood and darkness. With every cough the pain increased and his body weakened. He knew he was dying. He had known it for weeks. Just as it's said a wounded animal can feel its end coming, the king had felt this dreadful fate hovering over the mighty castle. The only thing he could be grateful of was that it only took him.
Sometimes he could hear vague voices, talking to him or each other. Sometimes he felt someone holding his hand, a woman crying, a young man comforting her, a clear voice of a child, not yet understanding what was happening. Sometimes he wondered if he was just imagining that people still cared about him.
Death was coming. It was in this very room and he knew he could do nothing to avoid it. Calmly he tried to open his heavy eyes, to look in the face of what would deprive him of his life, to challenge it for one last time. He didn't find the embodiment of death when he finally managed to see again, he just loo
Omdat het zo bedoeld wasOmdat het zo bedoeld was.
Alleen in woorden kon zij zich drukken, een woordenbrij aan raadsels die uit haar mond rolden. Niemand begreep dit kleine meisjes, maar het was ook zij, die een vraagteken achter al haar zinnen plaatste. Zoals "goedemorgen" waarop ze dacht 'goedemorgen?' Nee, geen dag ging voorbij zonder ze zich had afgevraagd wat die 'morgen' nou eigenlijk was. Was het het moment dat je opstond tot het moment dat zij naar school vertrok? Maar dan waren er van die mensen die "goedemorgen" zeiden bij de lunch. 'Lunch?' wat is een lunch? Zo merkwaardig dacht zij verder, zonder ook maar iemand bezig te houden dan haarzelf. Soms dan dacht zij uren lang na over wat de toekomst zou zijn, want over één minuut is ook de toekomst, maar was die minuut voorbij dan was het weer verleden. En dan had je nog die mensen die zeurden over de toekomst, dat we allemaal dood gaan in de toekomst, maar dat is niet waar. Nee, iedereen gaat dood in het heden, want de toekomst wordt heden, en
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