Considering that the Great 7 are ghosts means that Yuu is very touch starved. Sure, Yuu likely had friends or acquaintances from their word, but they’ve never had the true feeling of the warm, loving embrace of their parents. Even if they have, it was only a ghost of what could’ve been. All they can do is take it with a sad smile, knowing that no matter how hard they try, they can’t return that love.

Sure, it hurts, but it's a sad truth they’ve gotten used to.

That being said, the first time that one of the first-year gang hugs or puts an arm over their shoulder, Yuu looks at them with an almost… confused expression. Unused to the warmth of another’s touch, they freeze, unsure what to do or say.

Imagine the Pevensies, returning to Narnia in Prince Caspian, to find everyone they knew and loved is dead. Imagine them rescuing Trumpkin, meeting Caspian, dealing with the Telmarines--being so busy, they have no time to sit and mourn properly. They can only grieve while they walk through silent forests and make their way down strange riverbeds, can only snatch a few minutes before they fall asleep in between days of travel and days of battle to try to make their peace with all they have lost.

Imagine the four of them at that long celebration after the fight has been won. Laughing and feasting along with everyone else, feeling so much joy, and yet they cannot help looking around at it all. Surrounded by dwarfs and fauns, by living trees and talking beasts and dancing waters, by all their dear new friends, they cannot help remembering other celebrations. Other friends. It is all very like it was, once.

And then imagine figures making their way through the crowd to them. One or two at first, but more and more as the night goes on. Tall figures with flowing green hair, brown skin textured with bark, eyes like knotholes.

Some were only saplings, last time. Some bear scars from lightning strikes and beetle attacks. Many have fallen to storm or age, but still, some are there. Still, time has not passed for them as it has for the rest of Narnia. Wading through the earth like water, they do not come to meet the Pevensies, do not come to gape at the kings and queens of legend. They come to greet their old friends.

Trees live a long time, you see.

read more of my king!simon blurbs here. also trigger warning for mentions of blood and violence. will be posting a continuation of this specific blurb soon :)

you had left the room for only a moment, just long enough to take the short walk to the kitchen to refill simon’s tea. one of the kitchen staff members would usually take care of something like that but you used it as an excuse to stretch your legs and take a break from listening to the secretary drone on and on to simon over this goddamn peace treaty.

when you turn back down the corridor that leads to the conference room you’ve spent most of your day in you pause to comprehend what’s unfolding in front of you. the conference room doors are wide open and the two guards that had been posted outside of the room are wrestling simon’s secretary to the ground in the threshold. he’s shouting but you can’t even hear him over the clatter of the teacup hitting the floor when you finally spot simon.

he’s hunched over on his knees, groaning. you run down the corridor and crouch down in front of him. “simon, what's happened?” you question frantically, feeling dread in your gut at his labored breathing. he slumps in your arms and you can finally look over his shoulder to see the letter opener that was stabbed in his back. “oh my god, simon!”

“lovie, you gotta take care of me.” he slurs, and you finally take in the amount of blood staining the back of his shirt. his pale face sends a chill down your spine as you finally find your voice again.

“help!” you scream, “someone get the doctor, the king has been stabbed.” at that point more staff and servants have come around to check out all of the commotion. one of simon’s advisors rushes over to his side, pulling him out of your arms. he pulls simon up to his feet, the king can barely stand on his own, putting most of his weight onto the advisor.

“we can’t wait for the doctor, we have to get the king to the hospital, now!” the advisor explained to seemingly the whole room as he dragged simon’s body down the corridor leading to the main foyer of the castle. you got yourself up and try to keep up but it seemed like every member of the castle had made their way down to the foyer to see the spectacle unfold and you struggled to get through all the bodies to the main door. by the time you had made it to the top of the stairs leading outside you saw simon’s men hauling him up into a carriage. “no, no, no,” you muttered to yourself, racing down the stairs but as you stepped off the bottom step the carriage was already pulling away, off to the hospital.

you had left simon’s side and the unthinkable happened. and now you probably wouldn't be by his side ever again.

Hello love! Hope you are well!

So I’ve had this cute idea for a while with AleRudy poly! Where Alejandro and their s/o spoil Rudy for a day, like make him dinner,, whatever you think lolz and then end it by both Ale and s/o spooning him?? I think it would be adorable!!

Hey there! I don't think I made this as fluffy as I could have, and for that I am truly sorry! But I tried!

Spoiling Rodolfo

I feel like he’d be surprised at first. Don’t get me wrong, he doesn’t doubt the love you and Alejandro have for him one bit, but he never would have thought you’d go out of your way to spoil him this much. First you bring him breakfast in bed, essentially waking him with a kiss to each side. It was all there, French toast, eggs, orange juice. He didn’t have to lift a finger. Naturally, as he got out of bed, he’d try to make it up to you by cleaning up after himself, only for you and Alejandro to stop him from doing so, forcing him back onto the bed once again. Rodolfo would grow suspicious. Did he miss an important date? Did the both of you miss an important date? It wasn’t like it was his birthday either, but he couldn’t for the life of him remember something that you did where you had to make it up to him either. For the time being, he’d simply accept his fate. Eventually, he would get up to check up on you. And then there was the barrage of gifts. They were lovely, naturally, but what did he do to deserve them? Again, he would grow even more suspicious. From the beautiful flowers to the small stickers you stuck on him, he wouldn’t know what to do. However, he wouldn’t say something immediately. Maybe he can think of why you’re being especially nice to him himself. Were you about to get into a lot of trouble? Were you just trying to get on his good side?

Of course, Alejandro made the suggestion of going out together, spending the time outside to do whatever it is he wanted. And then came the idea of having a picnic, since it was nice and warm outside. As you went to pay for all the items, with Rodolfo already taking out his wallet, you almost tackled him to get him to put it away. Alejandro paid, even though he shouldn’t have. You were three people, and with the amount of snacks you bought it didn’t come cheap either. From a massage to a heartfelt poem from you, it all started to seem like a little too much. Again, Rodolfo doesn’t doubt the love you feel for him, but it seems a bit off. However, you wouldn’t give him a satisfying answer either when asked about it. Were you going to break up with him after all this time? Making your last day together as beautiful as possible so he had something to cry over? He hoped not, but it didn’t seem impossible with how nice you were being towards him. A kiss to the cheek, you even gave him a plushie of a small cat, claiming its silliness reminded you of him. Why on Earth would you do all of this? Why go to these lengths?

Even around dinnertime, when you wouldn’t let him help out, he almost felt a bit sad. Sure, it was nice to not have to lift a single finger for a day, but why? He loved helping out, you both knew that. He was very much an active man at home, doing what he could to keep everything clean and in order. He didn’t mind cooking for you either, pouring his heart and soul into every meal for you. Rodolfo adored doing something for you, so he wasn’t used to being on the receiving end of it all. The meal was delicious, but he felt almost sad as he was unable to help you out at least even a little bit. You watched his favorite movie with him, you took pictures of him with his silly cat plushie, hell, you would have likely spoon fed him as well on that day. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. What have the both of you been up to? He would ask you again regarding it all when you were spooning him, trapping him on either side. It would take the most embarrassing nicknames that you only use on him to calm his nerves. Something along the lines of “Hush, Rudy-Poody, can’t we show our love and appreciation for you for once? You always make us feel good, so it was time to return the favor.” and “Mi esposo, you need to have more trust in us. Sometimes we just wanna see you smile as well. Cheer up, we just wanted to spoil just once in this life.”

He’d sort of cringe at the nickname you gave him, but it was the reassurance he needed since you only ever used it when you were being especially sappy. You didn’t get in trouble again, you were simply a bunch of lovesick fools. He’d give you a kiss on the nose and a smile. However, he would also try to turn around as Alejandro was spooning him, only for the colonel to not budge in the slightest, saying that Rodolfo shouldn’t be tossing and turning like this. No kissy for Alejandro it seemed. Rodolfo was this close to just wrestling him down for that kissy. Although he can’t really get used to the feeling of being spoiled, he will accept it for just that day. He will pay the both of you back in his style, though. You will also be spoiled. He couldn’t wait to team up with one of you to spoil the third one. All three of you will have had a day like this at some point.

Just curious what the average level of personal investment in these sorts of things is. Like, how much do people usually get into silly stuff like this their friends ask of them? etc. etc. Which I know, only surveying a small sample on a very specific website means I'm not getting an exact average idea lol, but.. curious nonetheless .. Maybe reblog for bigger sample size but also this is not very serious at all/not worth a call to action gbhjbhjb

it’s cringe day Wednesday let’s get silly

pretty sure these guys own the term partners?? romantically, platonically…they fight together, they fight each other, they have a bond that shook the heavens, AND they have parallel arcs?? wow…good for them

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fire cleo, fire.

Another dragon au? from Nightie? who would have thought???

this time featuring Nolofinwe not respecting Feanaro's personal space.

Fingon and Maedhros will be Nolo and Fea's respective riders (ofc) but one of main blocks to their relationship progressing is that their dragons Do Not get along in the slightest.

Feanaro originally hatched for Miriel and after her fading/death was successfully transferred to Maedhros. On the other Nolofinwe either hatched wild or simply refused a rider until Fingon charmed him with his persistent singing and probably doing something cool.

Not sure what will happen in this au, it just came to me while biking to and from school today.

💌 just wanted to say a quick thank you to everyone who’s left such lovely feedback on my latest chapter of four walls. it’s been a weird and emotionally draining week for me, and getting to come back after a long day and read all your kind words has been such a solace. it’s truly hard to put into words how much it means when people connect with something you’ve created (and i’m far too exhausted to even attempt it tonight), but trust me when i say nothing grounds me and keeps me writing through all the difficult stuff more than knowing that what i’m creating means something to people other than just me. thank you so much for your generosity in sharing that with me via your lovely comments and feedback 💌

How many things do you think need to be set on fire to disrupt capitalism enough to create a livable society? Asking for a friend

urge to write something self-indulgent and disgusting... rising...

So they're completely setting it up for Celina to become Lucy's new roommate right? Which ngl (even though I actually really don't want Tamara to move out bc I love that they live together) I actually don't hate the idea

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hELP

The gay pirates have taken over my brain. Like, I was already super excited for season two before today, but ever since the trailer came out, I'm completely incapable of thinking about anything else.

So now I'm stuck listening to because the night and rotating the babygirls in my head like a microwave

🦔 <alone on a friday night god i'm pathetic

hey, I am really sorry because I haven’t been posting a lot about DJ and it seems like the DJ community have been really running developing but I kind of have a small stupid reason for that

I just finished finals a week ago and my body feels weak because I haven’t been sleeping well even though I actually sleep way too much right now, but it seems like my body just always wake up after six hours of sleep I don’t really count much but

yippee, I finished finals. I wanted to draw a battle between me and the test but I got way too lazy because when I’m in the holiday I just lose track of time and the things I want to do I don’t do them at all in fact I just be lazy I just like to apologize especially I become a little bit upset about trolls and their new movie and I thought I become more obsessed about them that I I start to forget DJ but turns out not because every single time I imagine and edit or I imagine a dance DJ must be there either as a troll or a big trouble, or even himself as a robot appears out of nowhere he have full control of my body and I will allow it

and as an apology, I kind of have some small doodles again I am really sorry that I haven’t been active except by replugging and not talking that much

no, that doesn’t matter here you go with a doodle

I just feel so obsessed

I am forming an idea I have fallen in love with it