I sometimes do redraws of old art to reset myself.
Tears mingled with the raindrops sliding down Lance’s cheeks. He bumped his forehead against Keith’s, feeling their noses brush together. “I love you, Keith,” he whispered. “Come back to me.”
And then Keith’s eyes were opening. His hands were coming up – fingers curling in the soaked fabric of Lance’s shirt. “I love you, too.” His voice broke in a soft plea. “Please don’t let me go.”
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Ripped asunder
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there is a certain place where all the ugly, broken, freak things lie
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Broken Things
It's been fifteen years, and Derek still has feelings about that Jeep.
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“Stiles loved that Jeep,” the Sheriff says with a wistful smile. “It was Claudia’s. When he left it behind…” He turns his gaze elsewhere, at some distant spot beyond Derek’s shoulder.
Derek feels a claw rip through the fragile paper. He’s not sure if the Sheriff changed his mind about allowing Derek to take the Jeep. He doesn’t know what he’ll do if he did.
“I’m doing my best. And I know; I want to get it up and running.” Derek wonders whether the Sheriff thinks he’s fixing it up for resale, or souping it up for an off-road joyride. Both possibilities leave him with an icy anger in his gut.
The Sheriff must understand what he feels, because his face softens. “What I meant is that Stiles loved that Jeep. He put whatever little savings he had into keeping that thing running. So, if he left it behind…” He runs his hand through his hair and sighs. “Sometimes, things are too broken to be fixed.”
Derek nods slowly. He understands. But he also knows it’s not just that things break down. It's that sometimes, people give up on them, too.
Rating: G
Word count: 3.9k
Tags: Canon divergence; Fix-It; Mechanic Derek Hale; Dad Derek Hale; Derek Hale's Complicated Feelings; Pining; Past Stydia; Gen/Pre-slash; Hopeful Ending; Implied Happy Ending; Derek Hale Loves Stiles Stilinski; Derek Hale Deserves Nice Things; POV Derek Hale
A prompt Fill for @j-nightingalesb1tch. Also inspired by @mrkgrl's art.
Read it here on AO3
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I imagined a lil scenario in my head, and I wondered how the SK boys would react- (btw I LOVE your art and creativity!! <3)
(this scenario can either take place during babysitting or just the library/the amusement park :D)
A little kid was running around, letting their energy burst out as they play with the other kids, but that soon came to a stop when they came into contact with an object, accidentally breaking it.
They panic, starting to cry out of fear. They look to Sun/Moon, afraid of what heir reactions will be. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll fix it, I promise!” they cry out, shaking like a leaf.
(also context: the little kiddo gained some trauma from their parents so uh, they're havin' a lil breakdown)
This would definitely raise some flags.
Sun would quickly work to calm them down and assure them that it was alright, and making sure they weren't hurt. He will make it clear the kid's wellbeing was more important than some broken item. Then he'd clean up the mess.
Moon would do about the same, assuring them it was an accident and checking to see if they were alright. Wherever this took place, one or the other would begin doing research right then.
No child should be scared like that.
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💔🥀Broken🥀💔
She sat by the pool, shoulders hunched dejectedly, her eyes hollow and distant in the soft fading light of dusk.
Her finger flicked in the water, absentmindedly drawing little swirls as she let out a hoarse and exhausted sigh.
“I think…I think I’m afraid of the possibility of healing…
Making the best of shattered pieces…well…it’s all I’ve ever known.
Pain is the great connector and of inspiration of us all; none is exempt from its reaches.”
She let out dry and mirthless laugh, reaching up to wipe at a tear that had so betrayingly begun to trickle down her cheek.
“And besides, people just love their broken things.”
~Po
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where broken things go
Again I find myself in front of the mirror.
the one I tried to run from,
I tried to break it, to destroy it, to hide it.
But the mirror is on my desk.
And I find myself staring into it.
Tears carve their way down my cheeks
And drip onto the floor below,
Beside the bloody tissues and forgotten notes.
I stare in the mirror and see,
Someone I don't know.
Someone I probably never knew.
Someone I won't ever have to know.
And suddenly, the mirror isn't so terrifying anymore.
The eyes that look back at me aren't mine,
And they never will be.
The fractured mirror lies beside me,
and I think that perhaps,
This is where all broken things go.
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Livia Marin: "Broken Things" (2020)
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Broken things.
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THREE CHAPTERS LEFT OF BROKEN THINGS...
teehee :3c
if u've perused the carrd you may have figured this out but for our tumblr friends i'll give this little tidbit of info: there is more brokenstar au after the end of broken things! book 2 is called death's shadow
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