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kandavers · 9 months

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Hello, hello!! I just wanted to tell you that I love your art, is amazing, beutiful, and I really love it a lot! anyways!! I hope you remember to have rest, and to eat well! Anyways, I just want to say that I Headcanon that Wally and y/n likes to dance "Just the two of us" before going to bed

Thank you! I am Resting and Eating So Well! This whole week I have been treating myself non-stop because it has been a tough, tough week!

I think your headcanon is Absolutely Adorable! Even more so when they do it in their favourite Pyjamas! (I chose some quite feminine designs for them if I do say so myself and I’m very proud of it!) (Kandavers Clothing Brand: destroying toxic masculinity since the 1960’s! /hj)

(Since the reposts of my art have been taken down recently, I can now embroided my name onto my art with love instead of spite, hehe! So this artwork in particular was made with So, So much Love!)

When you say "Just the Two of Us" it reminds me of that one very very nice Banana Fish animation of Ash and Eiji dancing with Each Other! I'd like to think Wally and You are the same :] (Only um... less tragic? I haven't watched Banana Fish but people in the comments have said it's extremely sad BAHAHAH)

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louissatturi · 5 months

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Now spiderbit fits tempo perdido so so much more

The song is romantic for sure but the song sounds so tragic and dispering

The name is literally "lost time"

The lyrics are both romantic and sad

Look

Todos os dias quando acordo

Every day when i wake up

Não tenho mais

I don’t have

O tempo que passou

The time that passed anymore

Mas tenho muito tempo

But i have a lot of time

Temos todo o tempo do mundo

We have all the time in the world

Todos os dias

Everyday

Antes de dormir

Before sleeping

Lembro e esqueço

I remember and forget

Como foi o dia

How the day was

Sempre em frente

Always going foward

Não temos tempo a perder

We dont have any time to lose

Nosso suor sagrado

Your holy sweat

É bem mais belo

Is way more beutiful

Que esse sangue amargo

Then this bitter blood

E tão sério

And is so serious

E selvagem! Selvagem!

It’s feral! Feral!

Selvagem!

Feral!

Veja o sol

See the sun

Dessa manhã tão cinza

In this grey morning

A tempestade que chega

A storm that comes

É da cor dos teus olhos

And it’s the color of your eyes

Castanhos

Hazel

Então me abraça forte

So hold me tight

E diz mais uma vez

And tell me once more

Que já estamos

That we are already

Distantes de tudo

Far away from every

Temos nosso próprio tempo

We have your own time

Temos nosso próprio tempo

We have your own time

Temos nosso próprio tempo

We have your own time

Não tenho medo do escuro

I am not afraid of the dark

Mas deixe as luzes

But let the lights

Acesas agora

On now

O que foi escondido

What was hidden

É o que se escondeu

And what hided itself

E o que foi prometido

And what was promissed

Ninguém prometeu

Nobody promissed it

Nem foi tempo perdido

It wasn’t even lost time

Somos tão jovens

We are so young

Tão jovens! Tão jovens!

So young! So young!

#qsmp #the hazel is dark brown eyes not hazel ones #i chose hazel because it looks prettier #and the hold me tight is actually hug me tight #but it dosent make any sanse in english #roier #cellbit #spiderbit #guapoduo #Spotify

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cloudykaii · 4 years

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piano

pairing: park junhee x reader

summary: you used to hate the piano, but now it reminds you of someone new. suddenly the music sounds beutiful again.

warnings: abuse, emotional abuse, neglectful parents, cursing, cancer, death. all of these things are mentioned in the past tense.

The two of you had fallen asleep fairly early in the evening, the steady sound of the rain outside lulling you both into a deep state. Jun expected to wake up later in the night, but what he didn’t expect was for you to be nowhere to be seen when he vividly remembered sleeping with you tucked into his arms. He sat up, rubbing his eyes when he didn’t feel you next to him. It took him a few minutes of sitting there, wondering if you were just in the bathroom or something to hear the music.

It was a soft melody, sad and melancholy, playing in his house. He followed it, intrigued by the tragic story the notes told as they blended together, finding you in his study at the piano. You were still dressed in your leggings and his hoodie, hair just as messy, but he barely noticed as he walked closer to find it was your fingers flitting across the keys. He sat down next to you on the bench, but saying anything until you were done, the silence lingering in the air as the last note faded out.

“I thought music wasn’t really your thing,” he said softly, looking at your face, but your eyes stayed on the keys. “My mother loved music,” you refuted.

Jun frowned. “Then, baby, why did you-”

“My mother wasn’t the nicest,” you interrupted. “She liked to hurt people, in any way she could. It made her feel superior. “She’d tell me I’m worthless and stupid, and laugh when I cried about it. She’d belittle anything I said, telling me things like, ‘oh, well you’re not smart enough to understand’ or ‘that’s not what i said.’ That was her favorite,” you laughed humorlessly. “She loved gaslighting me, making it seem like I was crazy for even thinking my mother could do such a thing to me. She’d tell me I was waste of space and when I cried too long about it, she’d sit at the piano and play a slow song until I sat down beside her. When she was done, she would tell me she loves me, and that she does her best to take care of me, I just have to listen.”

He had no idea where this was going, but he wrapped his hand in yours in a silent gesture of comfort. You squeezed his hand. “My dad knew what she did, but he wasn’t in a position to take care of me, so all he could do was tell me that I mattered and everything she said was lies. It wasn’t until I finally went to visit him that I realized just how deadly toxic my mother was. He’d tell me I looked beautiful when I asked if I could wear an outfit, and tell me I’m old enough to dress myself, I could wear what I want. He’d tell me the reverse of everything she did. I realized that in one summer, my dad showed me more love and care than my mom had in eighteen years.” A little scoff left you.

“After being so free, when I came back, I couldn’t do it again. I didn’t cry when she yelled anymore, I didn’t rush to make her happy, and I hated that damn piano,” your free hand clenched into a fist. “I couldn’t sit on that bench and listen to her lie to me anymore. Three weeks after I got back, she was diagnosed with cancer. She died a month later because she refused to get treatment or take care of herself. After her funeral, the first thing I did was drag that piano outside and light it on fire.” Silence hung in the air for a couple moments, before you sighed. “Music was something I could handle for years. The thought of pressing those keys again was enough to make me terrified. But now,” you pressed middle C. “Now, I can play, and it doesn’t remind me of her. I-It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

Jun kissed your cheek. “I’m proud of you, baby.” And he was, not just because music was something vitally important to him and he loved that now he could share part of that with you, but he loved you with his whole heart, and he was so happy to hear that nothing was holding you back anymore. “I love you so much.”

A smile flashed his way and you kissed his lips sweetly. When you broke apart, Jun grinned, hovering his hands on the keys. “Okay, now show me what you got. I wanna see how good you are.”

You giggled at him, before pressing your hands to the keys again.

#aimee grace writes #a.c.e #a.c.e imagine #a.c.e x reader #ace #ace imagine #ace x reader #jun #jun x reader #jun imagine #park junhee x reader #park junhee imagine #park junhee

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lowin · 4 years

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A Chance Lost Twice

Lady Shiva was not sure if what stood before her eyes was real, or just another trick of her treacherous mind. The smell was the same honey with a tinge of spice, blanketed by the milky scent that every pup carried until they presented.

And he was just like her.

From the shape of his lips to the arch of his eyebrows, it was all her. He even had those gorgeous freckles adorning his nose and cheeks. He wasn’t as tall as Shiva had thought he should be at his age, and his beautiful curls were dyed an ink black tone, a dramatic change from the strawberry he had inherited from his mother.

From her Catherine.

And his eyes…

Two pools of the mos beutiful shade of blue Shiva had ever seen, deep and shiny and filled of hope as they stared at her, waiting for an answer. Waiting for her to tell him that she, a filthy assassin with some reputation, was the mother of such a smart, brave, handsome puppy like him.

As if she was worthy of that place.

“No,” she told him, taking all her years of training to stop her from breaking when sadness made its home on those teal orbs. “I’m not your mother.”

Of course, the Bat had to appear in that moment. And of course, he didn’t believe her. He called her a liar and injected her with something that should make her talk.

‘Good luck, old man.’

Shiva’s chest raged in fury at the thought of this self righteous alpha fulfilling the rol that should have been hers in her puppy’s life. Her heart screamed at her to tell her baby of how much she had loved his mother, and how much it had pained her to leave them just days after he was born. She couldn’t have stayed, not with how tainted her past was, with how much blood had been spilled by her hand. She hadn’t wanted to contaminate Catherine or their baby, or worse, putting their lives at risk with how much enemies she had already made. So she left.

She left, and now her baby boy, her little puppy that, she later learnt, was an omega, like Catherine. Her son stood there, in front of her, with his lips trembling and his hands shaking, waiting for the truth serum to start working

Then, the question came, and Shiva didn’t dare to look at him. She couldn’t tell him, she wasn’t going to, truth serum or not. But she knew that, if she looked at him, he’d be able to tell she was lying. Catherine always did, and this pup was all her.

“N-no…” she muttered, eyes fixed on the ground beneath her feet, her heart clenching when a soft wail reached her ears. “I’m no one’s mother.”

And that was the truth. She wasn’t a mother. She may be Jason’s sire, but she had given up that place in his life the moment she walked away. The moment she decided he’d be better off without her even after she heard of Catherine’s pass. Even after she heard Bruce Wayne, the Batman, was going to adopt him.

Her hands curled into tight fists, while her face twisted into an empty grin when the effect of the serum passed and her eyes met a sad baby curled into Wayne’s arms, being rocked back and forth while the alpha’s nose was buried into dyed curles. They had moved some feet away from her, but even with that new distance, she was able to hear her puppy’s whimpers and Batman’s comforting growls.

'That should be you,’ her poisonous mind whispered. 'She begged you to stay, and you just walked away. Now she’s dead and your pup is someone else’s son.’

She vaguely registered Wayne muttering about a last option as the couple started to walk towards a midly fancy car. Shiva’s gut told her to stop them, to run after them and take her baby boy in her arms for the first time in years. To kiss his forehead and whipe the tears from his freckled cheeks. To tell Jason that he didn’t have to keep looking, because she was his sire, she was his family, and she loved him with all she was.

She didn’t.

Instead, she stood still, not a single muscle moving, not even when the honey scent of her puppy started to fade away. Not even when the engine of the car started, and took her son away from her.

If only she had known then, how much she’d come to regret not moving, when the next day she read about the tragic death of Bruce Wayne’s omega son.

Of hers and Catherine’s baby boy.

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