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enhahooninurwindow · 2 months

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Lingering Love

Pairing: Sunghoon x reader 🍓MASTERLIST

Genre: angst, fluff

Wc: 688 (?)

Syn: It had been eight long months since Sunghoon and you parted ways, your hearts heavy with unspoken words and unresolved feelings. But as they say, time heals and healed ur pain bringing love again

It had been eight long months since Sunghoon and you parted ways, your hearts heavy with unspoken words and unresolved feelings. The breakup had been tumultuous, fueled by misunderstandings and miscommunications that left you both wounded and longing for each other's presence. You, in a fit of doubt and fear, had accused Sunghoon of cheating, a claim that tore at the very fabric of your once-strong bond. As the months passed, the pain lingered, but so did the love. Sunghoon found himself staring at his phone, fingers hovering over the keys, longing to reach out to you but held back by pride and uncertainty. Meanwhile, you often found yourself lost in memories of your time together, the laughter, the shared dreams, and the warmth of his embrace. One quiet evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the world settled into a hushed calm, he gathered his courage and typed out a message to you. It was a simple "Hey, how have you been?" but behind those words lay a universe of emotions waiting to be unraveled. You, startled by the notification, stared at the screen for what felt like an eternity. The memories flooded back, the good and the bad intertwined in a bittersweet tapestry of nostalgia. After a few moments of hesitation, you replied, tentatively at first, but soon the floodgates opened, and you found yourselves pouring out thoughts, feelings, and apologies.

The conversation flowed like a river finding its course after being dammed for too long. You talked about everything— the hurt you had caused each other, the doubts that had plagued your minds, and most importantly, the love that still burned brightly despite the distance and time apart. As the days turned into weeks, your virtual exchanges deepened. You shared your daily routines, your dreams for the future, and the lessons you had learned during your time apart. He apologized sincerely for any actions or words that had hurt you, and in turn you acknowledged your own role in the misunderstandings that led to the breakup. Slowly but surely, trust began to rebuild its fragile bridge between you. He made a conscious effort to be transparent about his life, sharing his thoughts and feelings openly with you. Likewise, you learned to let go of the past grievances, choosing forgiveness and understanding over resentment.

One evening, as you spoke about your favorite memories together, he took a leap of faith and confessed, "I never stopped loving you, Y/N. Not for a single day." The words hung in the air, heavy with vulnerability and hope. Your heart skipped a beat as tears welled up in your eyes. "I still love you too, Sunghoon," you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion. With those simple yet profound words, the barriers crumbled, and you knew that your love was not a thing of the past but a flame waiting to be reignited. You decided to meet in person, to look into each other's eyes and find solace in the warmth of his embrace. The reunion was nothing short of magical. As you stood face to face, all the pain and sorrow melted away, leaving behind only love and a deep sense of belonging. You laughed, you cried, and you held each other tightly, as if afraid that the moment would slip away like a fleeting dream. From that day forward, you embarked on a journey of rediscovery and rebuilding. You took things slow, savoring each moment and cherishing the newfound appreciation for what you had. Communication became your cornerstone, honesty your compass, and love your guiding light. Your story was not without challenges, for scars of the past don't vanish overnight. But you faced those challenges together, hand in hand, knowing that as long as you had each other, you could weather any storm. Years later, when you looked back on that fateful reconnection, you smiled knowingly, grateful for the twists and turns that had led you back to each other. For you both, breaking up had been a painful detour, but it had also been the catalyst for a love stronger and more resilient than ever before.

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ithebookhoarder · 2 years

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I can’t remember if I requested this, but here. I know that you made some sleeping headcanons for the OT trio, so could you do one for the PT as well?

Sleeping Headcanons: The Prequel Trio

A/N: Of course I can, angel. Have some sleepy headcanons for these three hot-ass messes. 🛏

Anakin

I feel it is important to state the fact that, as a Padawan, he often slept on the floor, next to Obi-wan’s bed, because he was worried about losing him as he had his mother and Qui Gon.

This habit has kind of stuck with him, in that he likes to be close to you.

Personal space? He doesn’t know what the concept means.

He likes sleeping next to you and will be touching you at all times during the night, even if you don’t realise it at first.

The physical intimacy, and security, of having you in his arms help ease any nightmares or concerns he may have about losing you.

He’s also used to sleeping in unusual places. From his tiny bed as a child -which he shared with his mother - to on the floor of far off planets, whilst on missions… he can sleep anywhere and doesn’t take long to drop off.

He also doesn’t really hog the sheets either, given that he’s used to sleeping without them on warm planets. He also has you next to him as a portable heater, which means as long as you’re toasty then he will be too.

It also means that you wake up most mornings, to find him tangled about you, with his face buried in your chest, his hair all ruffled and fluffy.

It’s when he looks most at peace, and this is one of the reasons you two are nearly almost always late out of bed in the mornings (much to everyone’s amusement).

You just don’t have the heart to wake him and spoil the moment… even if it does mean putting up with constant teasing from Ahsoka.

Obi-Wan

This poor man needs a nap. Like, constantly.

He is always on the move… usually chasing after Anakin or some other chaos that he’s somehow got himself dragged in to, and it surprises no one that he always looks minutes from passing out.

It’s a bit of a joke amongst you all, but you all know that if he’s sleeping then you do not wake him unless you have to - he’s earned five minutes of peace.

In fact, more than once, he’s woken up after passing out somewhere to find a blanket has been draped over him by someone.

(Anakin swears he saw him dozing in the archives once, but you can’t tell if he’s lying or not)

When Obi does make it to a bed then he’s a light sleeper, I feel.

This doesn’t change, even after the Jedi order collapses. He wakes easily, and will often struggle to return to sleep.

Pre-Order 66 this would usually mean some kind of morning meditation, or getting up to make a tea to drink in bed beside you. However, after the order, you usually find him tinkering away at something or staring out at the rising suns in a bid to pass the time until you also wake.

I think he’s also keen on having some kind of tether to you when in bed, but he has no qualms being the little spoon from time to time.

Actually, he rather like being able to let his guard down and just sleep, head pressed against your chest, listening to your steady heartbeat.

He’s also been known to melt when you run your hands through his hair just so - a fact you enjoy teasing him with.

He also snores (though he denies it. Adamantly)

Padmé

This angel sleeps soundly most nights, and is only too happy to let you crawl in next to her.

She (like Obi-wan) isn’t always known for getting rest, as she always insists there is work to be done.

However, she will often at least agree to sitting in bed beside you, staring down at some draft of a Senate bill.

It’s a decent compromise as eventually her eyelids droop and she is forced to give in, and nestle down next to you.

Most mornings you find her like that, with her papers still cast about the place just inches from her hand, where they fell when she eventually passed out.

Before she sleeps, however, Padmé would enjoy the sight of you resting next to her, your body curling up against hers.

It is one of the few precious moments she gets to just pause and be content.

The other is waking up beside you, normally as soon as the sun rises.

It’s also the time when she doesn’t have to be dressed in her finery, with her hair pulled up or her person decorated with jewels and other tokens befitting her status.

She is simply Padmé, with her hair flowing and a loose silky nightgown - unencumbered and at her most natural.

To see her like it is a privilege, and one not to be taken for granted.

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ebxnyh · 1 month

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Picnic ~ ArthurTV

ATV x Fem Reader

Fluff ☁️

First fic so be nice luvs x

Prologue

You and Arthur did not really know each other that well, you both had met through mutual friends at a party and ended up speaking to no one but each other the whole night, after texting back and forth for days now you had developed a little crush on him hoping and praying he also felt the same~

It was a random Tuesday afternoon and you were spending it laying in bed in your room, the sun beaming through the windows of your apartment cascading light within the small space. The faint smell of fresh linen that had been captured by the sheets of my bed followed by hints of lemongrass emitting from the wax burner on the bedside... the fluffy throw that has been previously used to seal the warmth had been discared onto the floor as you basked in the new found warmth on the sun.

It wasnt long before my phone pinged which made me dip ot of my imagination i look at the illiminated screen to see a message from arthur reading a simple..

"hey"

Although the message itself was simple I couldn't help but feel a warm sensation grow in my stomach one of which I knew wasn't from the sunlight infiltrating my bedroom. I reply to his message with a short..

"hello :)"

I cringe slightly at the message who the fuck says "hello". I sit up from my comfortable position anticipating Arthurs's reply until I hear the familiar ping.

"are you doing anything today :)?"

Upon reading the text message I internally squeal I know exactly where this is going.

"nothing..apart from rotting in bed.."

I stare intently at the screen awaiting his reply..it seemed he was taking longer than usual.

"would you like to go somewhere with me?"

I actually throw my phone on the other side of my bed whispering "yes" to myself like some nutter. I quickly pick it back up and reply oppositely to my actions

"sure :) when and where?"

"its a suprise :)"

I look away from my phone for a split second feeling a blush paint itself over my cheeks.

"I'll pick you up in a couple hours :)"

...

After stressing about getting ready it was not time for me to stress about Arthurs's arrival. I stand outside my apartment building more so with the appearance of a lost dog than a girl ready to go on a date. After a few minutes, I see a car pull and then I see Arthur getting out and walking towards me i have to fight every nerve in me to not scream like a fangirl and squeeze him until he can't breathe.

"You look lovely ~" He said smiling.

The words roll off his tongue so perfectly could've melted right there and then into the cracks of the pavement below me. He had some nerve to compliment me when he was standing there looking so effortlessly adorable. His fluffy hair danced slightly in the breeze all I could imagine was ruffling through it his outfit was plain and simple but complimented his calm nature so perfectly

After returning the compliment Arthur held out his hand gesturing me to place mine in his i hesitated slightly out of nervousness but decided to swallow my nerves as I placed my hand right where he wanted. I feel a blush creep its way onto my cheeks as he leads me to the car making sure he opens and closes the door for me, before getting back into the driver seat and setting off.

I find myself curious as to where he would be taking me, I fiddle with my hands slightly as the anticipation starts to get to me, and before I even know I feel the car pull up outside of a quaint little park which was complimented by a small lake filled with ducks and swans. Arthur helped me out of the car before opening the back seat door and pulling out a wicker picnic basket, i couldn't help but smile at the sight this was truly adorable.

As we walk to the spot Arthur was adamant about I find my hand back in his as we walk along the lush grass together, the sun shining upon Arthur made him look dreamier than usual I had to stop myself from standing. As we approach the spot I can't help but notice how beautiful and romantic it is. The spot was partially sheltered by a willow tree whose leaves swayed to the breeze, we were right up close to the pond where ducks' had come out of the water for a little rest from swimming. The sun reflected upon the water cascading a beautiful shimmer across the pond. Whilst i was in awe at the scenery Arthur had set up the blanket and basket gesturing me to sit down.

"Arthur- this is beautiful" I comment with a smile my eyes meeting his.

"It is.." He smiles warmly at me causing me to feel slightly nervous.

"You did bring bread didnt you? i ask.

"Bread?" He chuckles slightly at my question "I mean I did but..any reason why?" He smilies with a glimmer of curiosity.

I gesture over to the ducks "They like a picnic too.." I say smiling.

Arthur chuckles softly "How could i forget.."

Arthur opens the basket and takes out a small bag of bread standing up slowly.

"Shall we then.." He smiles as he holds out his hand.

I nod as I take his hand standing up, and we begin to walk closer to the pond Arthur's gaze never leaves me as we walk over, he hands me a slice of bread which I throw into the pond watching as it lands.. the ducks quickly clocked on and rushed to the bread. Arthur notices the ducks resting on the grass holding out his hand for them to come eat some bread while still holding yours. The duck begins to eat from Arthur's hand and his little smile is priceless.

"Aww, I think that duck loves you" I smile as I watch him feeding the duck so nonchalantly out of his hand.

"I think its just the bread" He looks up smiling softly then back at the duck causing my heart to melt slightly.

After feeding the ducks leaving us with no bread we both take the short walk back up to the picnic blanket where the basket of food was waiting for us. We both decide to sit down as I pick up a vine of grapes from the basket.

"Oo, would you like me to feed you" I joke laughing a little like an idiot.

Arthur just laughs as he attempts to bite off a grape and i pull it away. He looks at me with a fake scowl as he tries again to get a grape.

"Oh come on! i bought them!" he protests playfully.

I take a grape from the vine and bite it slowly infront of him and he groans in fustration.

"You are rude.." He laughs whislt looking into my eyes causing my cheeks to flush

I eventually give in and let him have a grape from the vine but that didnt seem to be enough for arthur.

"You owe me now" His tone was slightly flirtier than before and his gaze was slightly more intense.

"I gave you the grape" I shrug laughing slightly..

He scoffs slightly looking away for a split moment before looking back up at me. The sun had begun setting and the warm lighting encapsulated his features so perfectly, his soft brown eyes more so representing pools of honey and his hair appeared a few shades warmer.

"I have something else if you want me to feed you something.." His tone is more flirty than before causing me to blush at his sudden change in demeanour.

I look at him with a blush plastered across my face unable to generate a reply, he slowly moves closer placing his hand on my arm causing goosebumps to rise upon them. He rubs my arm with little circles generating a little bit of warmth to ease the goosebumps that had appeared with his touch. I eventually find the courage to respond to him.

"What is it..?" I say slightly shakily.

He chuckles softly looking away for a moment. "Close your eyes...It's a surprise." The words roll off his tongue in a flirty manner causing me to internally freeze. Despite my nerves, I close my eyes, not being able to see him had made me more aware of his touch and the circles he was drawing across my arm with his thumb, I feel his body shift closer and his hand trails down my arm to my waist gripping softly but firmly. His head was now close to my shoulder and i could feel his hot breaths graze across my neck, his other hand found it way to my cheek caressing it softly.

The anticipation at this point was killing me as I felt my own breath start to get more shallow, that was before my breath was cut off by the connection of our lips. The kiss was soft and loving starting off with little intervals of pecks it didn't seem like he was concerned about eating my face off at this moment, it was slow and romantic but still filled with so much passion as he eventually grazed my lips with his tongue asking to deepen the kiss more. Of course, I accepted his advice as he gently deepened the kiss squeezing my waist slightly as he did. It was a kiss I didn't want to end the moment felt truly magical and special as I felt his other hand trace up the back of my neck to softly grip onto my hair. Eventually, the kiss came to a close his forehead pinned against mine as he still twirled my hair with his fingers and his other hand rubbed up and down my waist.

Quite unexpectedly he pulls me down onto the ground with him laughing slightly as he wraps his arms around me, planting a soft kiss on my forehead as we both look up at the clouds grinning.

End~

Thanks for reading my luvs x

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 1 year

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sunflower, chapter seventeen

summary: why ever would something special happen on this lovely morning?

warnings: talk of the future, spontaneous wedding, allusion to sex, just a lot of tooth-rotting fluff

word count: 705

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The winter months had come and gone, and now spring was starting to peak through. Snowdrops were poking out, hanging low to the earth with their white petals.

You woke as a pair of arms tightened their grip around you. Inhaling sharply through your nose, you blinked your eyes open to see Spencer uncourteously bring you closer as he too woke up from his slumber.

Flashing you a sleepy smile, he hummed, “good morning,” and kissed your shoulder.

Still not fully awake, you closed your eyes and mumbled, “I had a dream, that we lived in some cabin… and you were out in the garden, watering the flowers… it was so beautiful, you were just surrounded by them… and you gave me one, tucked it behind my ear,” you motioned lazily to the side of your head, “and then you told me that you would go get him, and I was so confused until you came out with a baby in your arms…” that part was still so clear in your memory, “it looked so tiny in your arms…”

Slowly moving his hand up and down your spine, he breathed out, “I wish I could have seen it.”

“Yeah,” you opened your eyes again to gaze up at him, “you were so happy… you and your flowers.”

Smiling widely, “sounds like a wonderful life.”

“We could just run off together to somewhere in the middle of nowhere and make it a reality,” you half-joked, “be surrounded by nature, have a baby.”

“As long as you’re there, I’m happy,” he kissed your brow, “you are my home, my safe place. I don’t care where we are or what we do, just as long as you’re with me. That’s all I want for the rest of my life.”

“I love you,” you looked deeply into his eyes and then whispered something completely seriously that you’d previously only talked about casually and in the hypothetical, “marry me.”

Blinking, he breathed out, “what?”

“Marry me.”

“I thought you didn’t want a wedding.”

“I don’t, but that’s not what I’m asking you. I’m not asking you for a big party, I’m asking you if you want to make me a promise, that’s really all it is, a vow of love. Because I love you so much, I wanna be your wife.”

Beaming, his eyes glistened as you continued, “so, Spencer, will you marry me? Right here, right now, just you and me. We don’t need anything else to make it real.”

“Yeah,” he exhaled, leaning forward to give you a big teary kiss. You tugged the covers over both of your heads, effectively shutting the rest of the world out. Pulling back, he cradled your head in his hands and sniffled, “you are the light of my life. You are the sun, you are my sun, my little sunflower. You are the good in my life. It would be an honour to be your husband.”

Trying your best not to let your tears ruin your ability to speak, you took your turn.

“You, Spencer Reid, you changed my life. Even when you’re not doing anything, you make everything better. And then when you actually try? You move mountains. You’re extraordinary. I don’t know how I got so lucky as to move in right next to you because, without that, I don’t think we would have ever crossed paths. It used to scare me how much I love you, but not anymore. You’re my best friend, you’re the person I want to grow old with. So, I promise you that I will love you for the rest of my life.”

“What now?” he breathed out.

“Now you kiss the bride.”

Almost melting into one another, your kiss effortlessly turned into more.

Your so-called wedding went on for hours, if not the rest of the day. The bubble you had created didn’t burst when you got out of bed. Proclaiming your love and devotion for each other in every way imaginable. Making love countless times, spending what felt like hours just getting lost in each other’s eyes.

It wasn’t some big white wedding, but simply a proclamation of love, a promise of safety and an agreement to never leave each other’s side.

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lunar-writes-things · 2 years

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Pairing: C! Tangotek x reader, C!Solidarity Gaming x Reader, C! Tangotek x C!Solidarity Gaming

Summary: In which you dive into a death game and find love within it (And how to make fire-resistant shirts)

Genre: Fluff, pure heart-melting tooth-rotting fluff

Words: 3.4k

Extra notes: This was based off of @lunarcrown's comic!!! Go check them out they are amazing and fuel my rancher duo needs <3 Also I looped 'Golden Hour' by JVKE while I wrote most of this so If you want ot listen to that while you read, feel free too!

Content warnings (If any): None

"Y/n!" Grian exclaimed. He was on his knees trying to beg you to join his new server and you sat declining

'Double Life' he called it

It was a death game, everyone knew that and even if your home server was FAR from nice, you at least had more than three lives to live.

"Grian, if I join, then the number will be uneven. Do you have another person to make it even?" You asked softly and brought Grian from off the ground

"Well yes, but they haven't answered yet." Grian said, "They should answer before it starts though!"

You let out a sigh and said "Fine. I'll Join."

"Yes!" Grian said under his breath "I promise you won't regret it! You'll love it! There are thrills, guts, and glory!"

"I'm sure it will be wonderful. Maybe I'll meet a life partner there. Who knows?" You entertained the avian but somewhere deep inside you actually hoped your words come true

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When the time came, you quickly walked out of your home server, it was mainly dead anyway but there were rumors that there would be an activity minimum for it, and into the new server. It was there where you were met with everyone else and you began to count

15...

There were 15 people on the server including you.

"Y/n!" Grian smiled and walked to you "You're the last one on!"

"You said there wouldn't be an uneven number!" Y/n said and grabbed the avian by his shoulders and shook him

"Mum- bo- could- n't- Jo- in-" Grian said as you shook him and soon escaped your grasps with a breath of relief

"It'll be fine, Y/n." Scott came up to you "All it means is that the code will match one of us to an already existing couple."

You lean into him with a pout and say "I hope I'm at least paired with you. I know literally no one else except for you and Grian."

"You need to meet some new people." Scott said, "I mean, I see a pretty canary staring straight at you."

When Scott said that he dragged your eyes from his to another man. One who flushed a bright red once he realized he was caught looking at you and you held back a coo. With beautiful chocolate brown eyes shining in the sun, golden hair and wings fluttering and being ruffled with the wind, and the gorgeous flush across his face, you murmured

"I wouldn't mind being paired with that cutie."

"Our resident canary in a coal mine." Scott murmured "Jimmy's got this weird thing where he's the first out every season. Maybe you can change that."

"I don't know. I think he's fine just the way he is. I mean I'm here for a good time not a long time." You winked at the cyan-haired male

Soon their attention was directed to grian who explained what was going on and what would be happening and the group split their separate ways.

Hours later, you were very grateful you came back to spawn to scope out some places to live because one minute you were walking under the spawn trees, and then next there was a sharp pain in your right side, ringing, and then it stopped.

<Tango> was blown up by a creeper

<Y/ndoesthings> died

<SolidarityGaming> died

When you opened your eyes, you were in a tree and there was a shrill voice going "WHAT HAPPENED TANGO?!" and a dull pain rushed into your ankle, someone must have jumped down from their tree

"Is Everyone okay?" You asked and saw both tango and Jimmy

"Oh! Hi! Hi- I'm so sorry!" He cried out and placed his face in his hands to hide

"Take me through it, What- What's happened there?" Jimmy asked

"There was some caving and then there might have been about seven zombies and a spider and- You're being butted!" Tango said, still atop one of the many trees at spawn.

Jimmy was the one that jumped down and was currently holding his stomach from being headbutted by a stay goat. Tango jumped down and You followed his lead. Once you were down from your tree you went up to each of the boys and asked

"Is everyone okay?"

The two nodded in response and you used both of your hands to cup one of their cheeks, which is a touch they melted into. Once you let go, they continued with their conversation and You went to grab your things, which were thankfully only like 10 feet away. Once you came back, tango was apologizing again and Jimmy is pacing around.

"All right, let's go meet up in a bit, I need to go grab my stuff before it despawns!" He said

"I don't even know where I was!" Tango realized "I just lost everything, yeah- I have no idea where I was."

"You two go and try to get your things back. If anything, come back here and I'll have extra supplies for you guys." Y/n spoke up and placed a gentle hand on both of their shoulders "I snagged a bunch of iron so don't worry for now. just try and grab your things."

But your words were barely heard as the boys panicked and laughed. After a minute, Jimmy and Tango decided to head up on a tree for a better leverage point to look. You followed the two boys as they talked and made what they needed for a hiding spot in case they die again.

Once they did that (and tango placed a stick in to claim it), Jimmy went his separate way and left Y/n and Tango together.

"How are you feeling?" You asked softly

"Guilty," Tango admitted and his shoulders slumped "this was the worst way to meet me- to meet us."

"Maybe," You hummed gently and picked a stray Daisy and gave it to the man, the piping hot blaze rods burning brighter as Tango took it and flushed a pink "But we didn't have to find each other by running around like headless chickens and while we might be yellows now, I don't think I'd rather be yellow with anyone else."

Tango made a flustered noise and You could help but find it so endearing. This man, who was at least a good two feet taller than you, was burning bright red, golden hair flickering as if it were going to burst into flames and smoke coming off his back.

Actually, now that you looked at him you noticed he wore a tight-fitting black crop top (that did wonders for his lean figure hubba hubba-) that had dipped down into a point to connect and clip onto his black cargo pants with cuffs around his wrists and the top of his bicep but the ones around his wrists were loose and had short chains dangling from them.

When you finally looked at his face, Ruby red eyes glittered with amusement and an open mouth smirked and showed off sharp canine teeth.

"Like what you see?" He grinned and you swatted at him

"Yeah, you look fine as hell," you winked and he laughed

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Hours later, Jimmy came back with nothing and a disappointed face only to find out you had a chest full of items for him ready and to see that you and Tango were suited up in Iron gear.

"What-" He said and You saw his shoulders sag "How-"

"Check the chest Jimmy," You said and watched as he opened it

Sunlight beamed onto his face, blinding him for a second.

"My bad, probably a bad idea to face the opening of the chest to face where the sun is shining. It was supposed to be for dramatic effect though." Tango said and turned the chest away from the sun and spilled all the goods inside. Iron armor, a diamond pickaxe and sword, food, and small trinkets the two had piled up for Jimmy fell from the chest.

"is- Is all this for me?" he asked softly and knelt to the ground and grabbed the sword with a shakey touch and his eyes shone with unshed tears "Why- You didn't have-"

"We wanted to. It's not much but we hope you enjoy it." You smiled and kneeled in front of him "Most of it I already had in my inventory so..."

"Y/n actually put the whole chest together," Tango pointed out with a satisfied smirk, and watched as a bashful flush spread across their cheeks and to their ears "They thought of the idea and organized everything. I just added in two things you might've liked."

"Would it be too early in our relationship to kiss you two?" Jimmy asked, eyes glittering like topaz with the sun shining its golden rays on his already sunkissed skin

"I wouldn't think so," You smiled and cupped his face with both of your hands to pull him into a gentle kiss, electricity burning through you when your lips brushed against his, Tango coming up beside you to steal Jimmy away for another soft kiss to his lips and to press a chaste one against yours.

Jimmy tasted like bubblegum and Tango tasted like cinnamon.

You just found your two new favorite flavors.

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A day or so later, the home you and Tango had been constructed and Jimmy had brought in cows and some other essential things needed.

The three of you deemed yourself, The Ranchers.

A silly nickname but you can't bring yourself to protest as Jimmy and Tango have their hearts set on making a monopoly on getting some farm animals and how can you say no to your Ruby and Topaz?

Your precious jewels... Oh how you love them so.

As the three of you took a break though, Jimmy asked about Tango's choice of shirt wear.

He wore crop tops like there weren't any left in the world

And there wasn't anything wrong with it, in fact, both Jimmy and You had admitted to the man that you loved the fact that he showed off his lean and slender frame and his tummy in general.

Although, there were multiple times where Jimmy has been extremely flustered at the sight of Tango.

Once, When tango was doing his redstone while you and Jimmy were watching, the blaze hybrid has asked for a comparator and while You were drooling over him, Jimmy grabbed a bucket and attempted to give it to the man.

"Jimmy," Tango said as he perched his red goggles on his head "That's a bucket."

With those words, The avian flushed a bright red and placed the bucket upside down on his head, and bolted having You and Tango run after him laughing and attempting to calm him down.

He was wearing his favorite shirt then, just like he was now.

"Powered by Redstone"

That had to be one of Tango's favorite phrases, especially when he's planning out his next masterpiece for his other dimension.

At least he thinks.

He doesn't quite remember, no one does. He says it's blurry and that he knows he was working on some huge build that needs a lot of redstone and attention but he can't quite remember what. He barely remembers friendships and relationships from people except those that are in this game right now.

The game was fun like that. it gives you an almost entirely blank slate, but it keeps important things and fears near your heart.

But you never would have thought you'd find love in a death game.

Sure it had only been a few days and it may be the red string of fate connecting you two but it felt so real and You know you would do this a thousand times over if you'd be able to feel like this again in your home server.

"yeah- Actually this shirt was once full length," Tango broke through your daze and you focus on him, He's gripping the bottom of his 'Powered by Redstone" crop, and a blaze rod is hovering over his shoulder when He says "But sometimes by blaze rods catch stuff and-"

And The shirt was up in flames before fluttering to the floor, a pile of ashes that was once his favorite shirt.

"AWWW MAN!" Tango whined as Jimmy looked away, face flushed the same shade as Tango's eyes and You oogled at the bare chest of Tango with a satisfied hum

But as much as you liked the show, You knew you'd have to talk with Jimmy later about this situation. Tango was already making a pout and sad noises escaped his lips. You couldn't bare to see the blaze hybrid like that.

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Hours later, in the dead of night, You whispered to the Avian in his ear "Jimmy? My Darling Topaz? Are you up?"

"Yes, my Love?" Jimmy groaned quietly and suddenly you were thankful, the both of them insisted you lay in the middle of your shared bed and that Tango sleeps like the dead "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine Topaz, I just wanted to ask if you wanted to do something for our Ruby. I feel bad that he lost his favorite shirt." You whisper and pull him close enough so that your lips brush the shell of his ear. A shiver ran down his back and he nodded.

"We could recreate his shirt again," Jimmy said and began to press soft kisses to your face "This time with a more durable fabric?"

"That works," You hummed and cupped his face to press a soft kiss to his lips "We can talk more about it in the morning. I love you My amazing Topaz."

"And I love you, My precious diamond." He whispered into your mouth, never stopping his gentle kisses and you couldn't help but melt into his touch

The next day, You awoke to Jimmy and Tango holding you tightly and you sighed with contentment, how you wish you could stay here all day, but the gods of old had other plans.

So you squirmed out of their arms, both shifting to hold each other and the pillow between them as if you were still there. You smiled and went to the kitchen to make a simple breakfast. Snagging some eggs from the chickens you guys are hoarding and carving some bacon off the carcass of a pig you slaughtered this morning, you made some bacon and egg and cut up some day-old bread for toast.

Jimmy was the first one up of the boys and watched as Y/n plated the breakfast as he leaned against the doorway, arms crossed over his bare chest, a soft smile gracing his lips.

"Good morning Topaz," You hummed and smiled at him before placing his plate on the table "Go eat, I'll wake up our ruby."

"You are the best," he said and pressed a kiss to your cheek "We can talk more about the shirt after breakfast when Tango goes out?"

"Alright," You smiled and placed a gentle hand on his chest before pressing a kiss to his lips "Enjoy."

You walked past him after he kissed back and went to wake up Tango.

"My lovely Ruby," You whisper in his ear as you crawl on top of him to sit on his waist "Time to wake up Tango, I made breakfast."

Tango groaned softly as his eyes fluttered open. Twin red jewels stared back into your eyes as a smile graced Tango's lips and he pulled you down to smother you in kisses, laughs bubbled from your chest as you playfully fought from his grip.

After a few seconds when he calmed down to just kisses, you heard his stomach rumble and he laughed.

"I think that's my cue to eat the breakfast you made," He said and swung his legs over the edge of the bed to get off "Come, Topaz is waiting."

"He's only waiting because you pulled me in to smother me!" You playfully whine out and allow him to drag you off the bed you share

After breakfast, Tango cleaned up the kitchen and Jimmy lit the fireplace. Y/n pulled Jimmy to dance with her while Tango cleaned and listened to their hushed giggles, They swayed in the warmth of their home, Jimmy humming into your ear as the sun dawned upon their home and the rooster crowed. Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw Tango watching from the kitchen with a gentle smile as he dried his hands and you beckoned him over. He and Jimmy switched spots and you swayed with Tango who whispered sweet words into your ears and eventually dragged Jimmy into the swaying, The three of you holding each other and talking softly. At least until Tango had to leave the house and You and Jimmy were left to your own devices.

"Okay," Y/n murmured and caught Jimmy's attention, "I know where to find and how to get fire resistance clothing. Only thing is, I don't know how to sew words."

"I can do that part," Jimmy said "It should be just like weaving a nest. Plus, my mom taught me how before I left her home."

"Perfect," You grinned at him "You are so great Jimmy."

A wobbly smile spread across his face as he flushed and covered his face with his hands. "You're too nice to me." He groaned softly which elicited a laugh from you

"No such thing as ever too nice. Now, let's get Tango's present together." You smile and hold out your hand to him

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Hours later, Tango came home calling out to the two who sat in the living room that he was going to take a shower and then probably nap. You and Jimmy sat on a rocking chair, you on Jimmy's lap reading and Jimmy rocking the chair, humming and peacefully stretching the words 'Powered by Redstone' into the shirt.

"Hey, Jimmy!" Tango's voice called out but the two were in their own world "Do you know where-"

Tango trailed off as he peeked into the living room and almost melted at the sight of his two lovers sitting together, his gems...

His home

A soft gasp snapped Tango out of his stupor and bring his gaze back to his partners. You were clutching something to your chest and using your body to hide it while jimmy tried to cover you and himself with his wings while exclaiming "Wait no! Wait! Don't look! It's not done!"

"Aww," Tango cooed and stepped closer to you and Jimmy "What is it?"

With a deep sigh, Jimmy unfurled his wings and showed you. You held out the shirt with a bashful expression while Jimmy explained "You were so sad after your favorite shirt got destroyed. So we thought we'd make you a new one."

Tango looked taken aback and turned red and you and jimmy immediately panicked.

"Oh god, you hate it!" You frowned and fiddled with your hands "I'm sorry, this was my idea and it was such a bad-"

"I don't know why I thought-" Jimmy cut himself off as he pouted and began to cover himself with his wings, an embarrassed blush spreading across his cheeks "I'm not even that good-"

This time Taango cut off Jimmy by lifting you up and kissing you... hard. Hard enough that you were dazed and had to stumble to another couch. Tango pulled Jimmy up by the collar of his shirt and kissed him with the same passion he kissed you with. Now that you were less dazed, you saw smoke rising from Tango's back in curls that looked like hearts and his red flush was still there and Jimmy's wings were flapping like crazy once he realized what was happening.

When he pulled away from Jimmy, He kept the avian close, his left arm wrapping around Jimmy's waist. "Come here Y/n," Tango whispered and you obliged

When you came close enough, he pulled you closer and wrapped his free arm around your waist, and pressed another kiss to your lips. You melted into his touch and leaned your forehead into the crook of his neck while he whispered

"I love it. It means so much to me that you two did this." He pressed a gentle kiss to yours and Jimmy's foreheads before continuing "Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you."

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leelee10898 · 1 year

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Where the wild things are

Word count: 1675

Warnings: none, all fluff

Book: TRR

A/N: this was written for @choicesflashfics using the prompt "I'll be dam to if I don't make you smile at least once today." Since I didnt get to post last week. I double downed and used the prompt, "sometimes memories are the worst form of torture."

"No need Brooks. I just told zoo security that Maxwell was a little 'special'. And to go easy on him. He just isn't allowed back at that zoo."

It was a beautiful spring day in April. The sun was shining, the flowers were in bloom. Liam, Riley, Drake, and Maxwell had traveled to the United States for a week-long adventure in US History, the state being Pennsylvania, Philadelphia Pennsylvania to be exact. Liam had his eye on the rich history of the city, especially the liberty bell. Riley being from the States thought it a great first stop on their tour as there was something for everyone to do.

The morning had just begun With the group having breakfast Riley and Liam went over their itinerary for the day while Drake and Maxwell had other ideas of fun for the day.

"I'm going to the zoo," Maxwell announced, stuffing his face with waffles.

"Oh, that should be fun. It's been forever since I went to the Philadelphia Zoo." Riley smiled. "Drake, are you going too?"

"No." He gruffed, sipping his coffee.

"Drake never does anything fun with me." Maxwell sighed, continuing to shove food in his mouth.

"Not a fan of animals are we?" Riley shot back, a mischievous gleam in her eye. Liam kept quiet smirking as he read the paper in front of him. He knew how this would play out, Riley would poke Drake until he was flustered enough, and then she could get him to do whatever she wanted him to.

"I didn't say that. That's not what I meant."

"Oh, I remember how much those Pandas in China bothered you."

"They didn't bo-"

"They just wanted to cuddle, and you just pushed it over."

"That's not what happened. I,"

"Let's not forget about the red pandas in the menagerie. You couldn't be bothered by them either."

"I do not have a prob-"

"I think Drake hates Animals. Why do you hate Animals Drake?"

"I don't hate. Thats not. I didn't say."

"Maybe he just hates fun." Maxwell chimed in.

"I like fun!" Drake protested. "And animals."

"Then is Maxwell? Do you hate Maxwell? Is that why you won't go to the zoo?"

"Hate is a strong word."

"Or maybe you're scared." She smirked, she could tell Drake was getting to his boiling point. Just a little more pressure and he'd melt like the big, gooey marshmallow he was.

"I got it. You're scared. That's it, Drakes afraid of animals, and fun. Oh and Maxwell. He's a big, giant-sized sissy."

"I'm not scared of Animals, or Maxwell, or fun! I like fun, and just to prove it I'll go to the stupid zoo with you Maxwell! Let's go." Drake stood, red-faced and breathing heavily.

"Really? Alright! I gotta go get changed. Oh, I'm so excited!" Maxwell shrieked, jumping up quickly knocking over his chair and running off.

"Ok. Ok. You sure told me." Riley held her hands up in defeat. As Drake shook his head and disappeared. Leaving just Riley and Liam alone.

"He played right into your hands didn't he love?" Liam chuckled.

"Doesn't he always?" She flashed a brilliant smile. "Besides, at least now Maxwell has a little supervision."

A little while later Maxwell and Drake arrived at the zoo. Maxwell could hardly contain his excitement as he marveled at all the exhibits.

"Drake, look! A tiger is walking right over our heads! Look!" Maxwell pointed out that the zoo had several overhead passages where different animals could walk between habitats.

"That's nice." Drake answer in a monotone voice.

They continued to walk through the zoo, Maxwell oohing and ahhing at all the different animals he came across. Drake on the other hand seemed extremely bored, like he didn't want to be there and truly he didn't. His idea of a fun day would be anything other than babysitting Maxwell Beaumont at the zoo.

"Otters!" Maxwell shouted, running off.

"Maxwell get back here," Drake called after but he was already gone. He weaved between parents and their kids. Offering a few "excuse me's the way until he found Maxwell with his face pressed against the huge otter tank.

"Fere fo fote." He spoke with a muffled voice, his mouth pressed against the glass otter pool.

"What? What does that even mean?" Drake asked, confused. "And get your damned face off that glass, do you know the number of germs that is infested with?"

"They're so cute! Arent they?"

"Yeah, yeah adorable. Are we almost done here?" Drake gruffed.

"Not at all Drakey, we are just getting started." Maxwell beamed. "You are always so grumpy, you need to lighten up." Maxwell reached out trying to move Drake's shoulders.

"Yeah, that's not gonna happen." Drake shrugged him off.

"That's it, you are wayyyy too grumpy. "I'll be damned if I don't make you smile at least once today." Max snapped his fingers, "That's now my mission today."

Drake rolled his eyes "Good luck trying."

At every turn, Maxwell tried to get Drake to smile. The giraffe exhibit didn't work. The lions, nope. Black bears that exhibited similar Drake-like behavior, not a smile cracked at all. Penguins? Not even close. Maxwell had begun to give up hope when they stumbled upon the wings of Asia attraction. Maxwell's eyes lit up, this had to be it. He had plenty of experience in this specific area. Drake noticed Maxwell's excitement and shook his head.

"You can try all you want but, you're not getting me to smile. Just give it up already Beaumont."

"Never say never, Drake!" Maxwell smirked and before he knew it, it was his turn. Maxwell stepped into the area and was given a small cup of food. "Im going to need more." He stated and the employee shook her head. "I'm sorry this is all that's allowed." Maxwell nodded yes and walked out into the area the birds were. Children were throwing the feed all over the place, there was no organization or direction. Just place feed in hand and let the birds eat.

Maxwell scanned the area, locating a bucket of fresh feed. He inched closer grabbing ahold of the bucket while an employee was distracted. He stood in the center of the circle enclosure and cleared his voice.

"Good people of Philadelphia, I am Maxwell Beaumont, aka bird whisperer." Everyone surrounding the enclosure stopped and stared. "I told my good friend Drake I would make him smile today. He's right over there." Maxwell pointed at Drake. "Say Hi Drake."

"Ah hell," Drake grumbled.

This is my last-ditch effort. Enjoy the show." Maxwell spoke with a sense of enthusiasm. Just as he lifted the lid off the feed container and thrust the plastic container up with force. The birdseed leaped out and into the air before falling to the ground. Everything happened so fast. The birds abandoned the other guest flocking around Maxwell, feathers, and squawks rang out. Children and parents fled the encampment with screams of terror.

"Somebody drop a beat, ouch. Ow. Hey, stop that. That's a bad peacock. Hey. That's my leg."

Since it was a warm spring day maxwells skin was balmy making seeds stick to him and his clothes. The birds began to peck at his pants, nipping at his ankles and legs.

Maxwell reached for his ankles but another peacock ran over, Flapping its wings and jumping at him, knocking him over onto the ground. "No. No, no, no. Hey! Stop it. That hurts. That's my nose. Oh my god Drake, Help me, it's got my nipple!"

Finally, the employees were able to get the birds away from Maxwell while he lay there in the fetal position. "Are they gone?" He peaked between his fingers, confirming it was clear. He stood, feathers and dirt stuck to him, he had a few scrapes on his arms and face but otherwise, he emerged intact. He walked out to join Drake who was now sitting on a bench, doubled over in a fit of laughter.

"I thought I was a goner. Drake? Drake are you.. are you laughing?"

"Funny. Shit." Drake wheezed, trying to regain his composure but Maxwell blew out a breath, a feather popping out of his mouth did him in again and he fell to the ground, laughing hysterically.

"Excuse me sir but, we are going to have to ask you to come with us." Zoo security spoke as they approached the two.

"Me? But I didn't do anything. I was just feeding the birds. Tell him, Drake." He tried to clear his name but Drake was absolutely no good to him laughing as he was. Drake finally stood to his feet. "Come on little buddy, we better do as they say." He clasped him on his shoulder and then walked away with security.

A couple hours later Liam and Riley finally arrived back at their hotel. The group sat around the dining table eating some dinner, Liam telling them about everything he learned and saw that day.

"So, how was the zoo? Did you guys have a good time?" Riley asked as she popped a fry into her mouth.

"Oh you know, seen some animals, Maxwell got us kicked out of the zoo." Drake shrugged his shoulders, wearing a huge grin.

"It was all a big misunderstanding!" Maxwell shouted, shaking his head. "Those birds are not normal. I think they're on steroids or are super-sayans or something. "

"Yeah, sure. They put steroids in their birdseed." Drake laughed.

"Really?" Maxwell's eyes got wide.

"Drake, are you laughing at this? Liam, should we do damage control?" Riley began to panic.

"Ok, I get it. It's funny. Haha." Maxwell rolled his eyes. "I think we're missing the big picture here."

Riley and Liam shook their heads as Drake regaled them on the story of Maxwell and the birds of Asia..

"What's that Max?" Liam questioned.

"I got Mr grumpy to smile." Maxwell beamed. "At least we will always have these memories."

Drake trained and rolled his eyes. "sometimes memories are the worst form of torture."

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sage-nebula · 5 months

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character of your choice + 89!

"I'm looking at you through the glass. Don't know how much time has passed. All I know is that it feels like forever. But no one ever tells you that forever feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head." — "Through Glass" - Stone Sour

"Em ot meht wohs, wodniw laitselec."

As the words fell from Claudia's lips, the blood from the beheaded cuddle monkeys she held in her hands fell into the bucket of water in front of her. For a split second, she saw the blood billow through the water; in the next she felt the surge of their Star energy ripple through her, crackling under her skin like the popping pebbles candy she had invented years ago, and her vision went white.

Every dark primal magic spell felt different. Dark Sun magic made her skin feel like melting wax. Dark Sky magic made her lungs feel fit to burst. But Dark Star magic was on another level entirely. It was as if she could feel every atom of her body, frothing like water left to boil for too long, spilling over so that it filled every inch of the cave she shared with her father's remains.

Claudia released the breath she'd been holding, and scrunched both her face and concentration as she stared hard at the basin in front of her. It was the only aspect of the cave not whited out by her spell. It alone was bright, shining with swirling colors as it sifted through her whims to show her what she wanted — what was it that she wanted? Why had she tried this spell?

Claudia's eyes narrowed. She bit her lip hard enough to taste blood. And with all the strength she could muster, she pulled her mind away from the bubbling under her skin to focus hard on the liquid window she had created. At once, the blur of colors slowed into a single, solid image.

There.

The castle in Katolis.

It was just as she remembered it: bright stone walls with uneven towers, a solid sanctuary under a bright blue sky. The particular view given to her was her favorite courtyard, the one with the bench under the tree that had allegedly been there for a few hundred years. It was the courtyard where Soren trained Callum in swordplay, where Ezran had chipped his tooth when he fell while playing hopscotch.

Claudia took a deep breath through her nose. She didn't want to look at this courtyard. It wasn't the reason for her spell.

She waved her hand over the basin, and the resulting ripples formed a new image for her.

This time, she was looking in on her bedroom, which was exactly how she'd left it. Scattered notes were all over her desk; there was a stack of books on the chair next to it that she swore she would eventually return to the library, but always got distracted before she could. She had made her bed, at least, but had left her closet door ajar; she could just make out the jar of salamander eyeballs she'd been pickling before she left, tucked on a shelf beside her favorite pair of sandals.

She could use those salamander eyeballs. They were probably almost ready. She knew the rotation of the guards at the castle; if only she could find a way there and back that would be fast enough so as not to put her father at risk—

Claudia jumped as her bedroom door opened, and the water in the basin splashed in response to her knee hitting it, threatening to dispel the image. She placed both hands on either side of the basin to calm it, and shifted her view of her room so she could see who entered. Her breath stuck in her throat when she saw him.

Soren.

Her first instinct was indignation. What was he doing in her room? It was her room. And he was messier than she was, and far less careful with magical things—

But as he walked over to her desk, the lump in her throat sidled down into her heart. It had been months since she had last seen him, at least. Months since the battle at the Storm Spire, when he had—when he had—

She clenched her fist on her knee.

It had been months. But there he was, in her room, and he didn't look that different from how she remembered. His hair was a little longer, but it was still the same sandy blond. He had a little stubble around his chin—was he trying to grow a beard? Claudia snorted a laugh. He would like ridiculous with a beard. She hoped he was trying to grow one. She could use something to laugh about.

Soren, of course, couldn't see her. But he was holding something in his hands, and as she watched he set it down on her desk. It was another piece of paper, and it had something written on it that she couldn't make out. A fault more of his handwriting than her spell, she thought; his penmanship was atrocious.

"Wrote another poem for you, Clauds," Soren said, and once more Claudia about jumped out of her skin. His voice was so clear, it was like he was there in the cave with her. "I think you'll like this one. It's about—well, you'll see when you get back."

Claudia stared even more intently at the papers on the desk. Not all of them were her notes, she could see that now. There were at least four others that bore the same scribbles as the one Soren had just delivered.

She swallowed hard, her eyes suddenly stinging.

Soren sucked enough air into his cheeks to make them puff, and released it in a loud exhale. He swung his arms by his sides, looking every bit as awkward as he always had at fancy castle dinners. He stayed there for another second or two, and then knocked his knuckles twice against the back of her chair before he turned and left.

Claudia pressed her lips together tightly, and swiped her sleeve across her eyes. It was ridiculous. He was ridiculous. Why was he talking to her? It's not like he had any way of knowing she was using that spell. And he could walk again, so it made no sense that he was writing poetry when that was only something he said he was going to do if he'd remained paralyzed. The whole thing was silly. Silly, sappy Sor-bear.

She sniffed, and scrubbed the last tears from her eyes. Her time was almost up; she could feel the magic she'd consumed fizzling out under her skin, and the image in the basin was becoming blurrier, less distinct. But there was one last place she still wanted to see. She waved her hand over the basin again, and the water rippled, the image reshaping to show her another room: her father's study.

Her father's occupied study.

Claudia sat up straight, staring first in shock, and then fury at the sight of Callum in her father's study. It made no sense—why was he in there? He had no reason to be in there. He wasn't being chased by a moonshadow elf assassin, her father wasn't there to answer any questions. Her father was—for the moment, he was dead. It was only temporary, she was going to fix it, Aaravos had assured her she could fix it and had taught her even this spell, so she knew he wasn't lying—but for the moment, he was dead. Her father was dead, and in this cave, not in his study.

But Callum was in his study. And as she watched, it became clear it was because he had taken the study. He was seated at a desk, pouring over a tome of some kind. He had changed the decor; there were pieces of paper tacked up to the walls that hadn't been there before, he had one of his coats thrown over one of the spare chairs, had kicked off his boots to wear house slippers instead. He had made himself at home. So, what, Callum was the high mage now? Callum? He had broken her primal stone, on purpose. Unless he had somehow found another one, it wasn't like he could even do magic. He couldn't even be a baby mage without magic, much less a high one.

Then again, Claudia supposed Callum had friends in high places now. He had decided to betray she and her father both to side with Xadia. Maybe the dragon queen had seen fit to give him another primal stone. Maybe he had decided to sell out humanity for new toy, because he thought himself too good to use the gifts Aaravos had already given to them.

The gifts that let Claudia spy on him even now, while he was none the wiser.

Callum tapped his pencil against his desk as he read, then glanced at something over his shoulder. He looked back to his book, and then promptly shut it before he pushed away from his desk. As Claudia watched, he strode across the office to an object covered by a large sheet, and then ripped the sheet off with a flourish.

Claudia sucked in a sharp breath.

It was the mirror.

It was Aaravos' mirror.

"There has to be something here," Callum muttered. He tapped his finger against his chin, tilting his head this way and that. "He wouldn't have kept it for no reason. He had to have been using it for something. But what?"

"That's not for you to know," Claudia said, but of course Callum couldn't hear her. He traced his fingers along the runes engraved in the frame, and she squeezed the basin so hard her hands hurt. That wasn't his mirror. That wasn't his office. He had no right to be there. He had no right to have that mirror. He had no right—!

As Callum touched his fingers to the glass, Claudia shoved the basin away from her with a wordless yell. The water splashed against the cave floor, and with the spell broken, a dark void consumed Claudia's vision. She braced herself on her hands and knees, breathing hard, as the fizzle of Dark Star magic under her skin finally seeped away, and her vision slowly but steadily returned to her—fuzzy at first, but then as clear as it ever was.

So that was how things were, then. In the months that she and her father were gone, Callum had made himself cozy in the high mage's office, playing at being one. Ezran was no doubt the king, then—there was no way anyone without a bias would make someone who couldn't do magic a high mage—and Soren . . . Soren was writing her poems, and leaving them on her desk for when she came back. As if she ever could.

Claudia sat back, her hands on her lap. With the spell broken, the cave was so quiet now. Her father's remains were—well, they were being kept fresh. But he couldn't say a word to her, not yet. And Aaravos hadn't spoken to her for days. It was just Claudia, alone in the cave with what was left of her father. Her brother, her home—both of those were a lifetime away, never mind the continent. It didn't matter how many poems left, or how useful those salamander eyeballs were.

Claudia could never go back.

[Send me a character or ship, and a number from 1 - 100, and I'll write a vignette based on the corresponding song on my Spotify wrapped.]

#thank you!!!#the dragon prince #tdp #claudia #tdp claudia #soren #tdp soren #prince callum #takes place btwn s3 and s4 obvs #remember Claudia didn't see Callum at the Storm Spire . . . she doesn't know he can do primal magic w/o a stone yet :D #fic fix

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devvinn1ie · 2 months

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an (un)helpful guide to 1-E

I just realized I barely talked about each individual 1-E kid, so here's that. Basically just a quick summary of everyone.

(going in order of the seating chart)

Wameku Nanase:

Vice class-representative

Quirk: Volume, she's able to change the volume of any sound (from really blasting something to full-on muting it)

serious + uptight attitude, but also a natural born leader who looks out for others

Kudasai Rena:

Class representative

Quirk: Memory Edition, Three parts basically: she members everything, can look into the memories of others, and change other people's memories.

A natural-born leader, seems put together and organized, but is secretly stressed.

Tanya Alfred:

one of the few foreign exchange students of the 1st year class

Quirk: Limb Generation, she can generate additional limbs (arms, legs, fingers) on her body

confident, strong-willed, and hardworking. One she sets her mind on something, she will acheive it

Murasaki Hideki:

1/3 of the mian trio

Quirk: Geometry, can make any three-dimensional shape from thin air, but at a cost of his energy

cold and sharp-tongued, but has a softer side that only few see

Kikuyu Seishi:

Quirk: Jackson's Chameleon (often shortened to just "Chameleon"), a mutant quirk that makes him resemble a chameleon and makes him capable od doing what ever a chameleon can.

a quiet person, ot because he hates them but more like he lacks social skills. A socially awkward person who just trying his best.

Miyama Yashiro:

Quirk: Stone Statue: can turn any inanimate object (+ eventually living things) into stone with all five fingers. All effects can be reversed.

A prideful person with an outward personality, a kinda a handful. Bros just a big goof tho

Kinzoku Ryosei:

Quirk: Can generate (via iron content in blood) + manipulate metals at a certain range. Honestly, the fact he failed the entrance exam baffles like most of the class.

He’s a little goofy guy, often rambling about absolute nonsense but also a sweetheart

Kangae Noriko:

⅔ of the main trio

Main character moment

Quirk: Mind reader, literally the most self-explanatory one, she can read the mind of other people.

Impulsive and a bit of an airhead, but determined to meet her goals

Tsuzuko Kamon:

Quirk: plush dool, makes him resemble that of a stuffed animal. Essentially makes him like a human shield (Cant feel pain, absorbs shocks, ect)

Sweet guy who radiates innocence, but is kinda oblivious tho

Fujimoto Ikumi:

3/3 of the mian trio

Quirk: Yarn, her hair is yarn that can be manipulated and extended to great lengths.

Quiet and sweet when you first meet her, but can become just as lively as Noriko and Hideki with the right conditions.

Chijō Daishin:

Quirk: Rock, can manipulate and generate rocks via minerals form the food he eats

Energetic and confident, but alos very, very loud

Hedoro Emika:

Quirk: Slime Body, she can turn into a little blob of slime, can increase/decrease in size, trap things in her body, and fit through tight spaces

A cheerful person who likes being with other people can easily talk to anyone without any problems

Ikenoue Hakaru:

Quirk: Melt Off, by touching an inanimate object (or even people) with all five fingers, he can turn anything into a more liquified state.

Straightforward, apathetic, overly sarcastic, and very, very honest. One of the least social people in the class.

Kagayaku Amiyuki:

Quirk: Spherical Light, which can take sun rays and convert them into light orbs. Can be used to attack or just light up a room, can be stored

Very anti-social, not like “ew people”, more like “AAAAAA PEOPLE”, quiet and often tries to avoid her classmates

Hinazuki Satoru:

Quirk: Switch Blade, his hands can turn into switchblades with one swift motion with his hands (Edward Scissorhands, more like Edward Knifehands)

A laidback guy who can get along with practically anyone

Anabuki Masada:

“Quirk”: Bro isn't human, they can fire beams of light, extend their limb lengths, and have leg jets, They’re also fireproof and waterproof, with his only real weakness being electrocution

A being curious about the world around him, but is working on expressing emotion

Daiba Tokuro:

Quirk: Bomb, can make explosives via the proteins in his cells, honestly one of the most powerful students in the class

Just seems like a pretty normal dude, but with the right conditions, he can turn into a chaotic, super acceptive, and hyperactive,

Yamazaki Takage:

Quirk: Hallucination, can make others start to hallucinate by making eye contact with them

Despite his cheerful exterior, they are often described as weird and peculiar

Hanasaka Kao:

Quirk: Plant Growth, can grow plants from her body via planting seeds into her body (it's a fun process)

The older sister figure in the class, she often looks out for them and just wishes to protect them

Sakamata Kazuya:

Quirk: Orca, can do whatever a orca can (in/out of water)

A very quiet person who often mind his own business, but tends to notice the smallest things

#oc #ocs #bnha #mha #mha oc #bnha oc #mha ocs #bnha ocs #im still more attached to them than the actual series #theyre so silly #i hate the fact that im older than all of them now

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stargazingdruid · 1 year

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Ao3 is being weird, so ya'll get to see the one shot here first!! Chosen one-shot to write was: Kaycee Hobbes regarding her younger sister, my original character and the female protagonist for "Overload".

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Kaycee wasn’t a big fan of background noise, particularly music.

Even when she worked, or she had downtime and was mindlessly scrolling through websites (or, rather, still working….let’s just be honest here), Kaycee couldn’t stand the concept of listening to music while doing so. It wasn’t as if she hated music- admittedly, driving into work usually involved her blasting Led Zeppelin as loud as her car’s speakers could manage with her screaming to the lyrics. Sure, she was no American Idol Audition waiting to happen, but it got her pumped up for the long Morning Shift when she very clearly did not sleep the night before. Whatever works, right?

However, when it came to Kaycee focusing on something- whether it was work or otherwise- the she could not fathom anything more than maybe the click of her mouse, the tap of the keyboard keys or the the audible sound she would make when she would sip her coffee. Kaycee was thankful that her co-workers, her fellow Devs, were courteous when they did their own thing in order to keep their momentum going- she knew damn well one of them listened to some YouTuber’s Let’s Plays while working on Magnificus’s area and the other who was in charge of Grimora had a huge passion for True Crime and Ghost Story Podcasts.

That Dev, ((REDACTED)) her name was, she was definitely Kaycee’s favorite through mutual interests. The feeling was definitely returned, as when Kaycee’s birthday came around three months ago, she had seen that that same Dev named one of the skeletons after her.

It definitely explained the reasoning behind why Kaycee was asked how she thought she was going to die, but “make it hilarious”. Dark Humor was really the best way to bond and form friendships, just ask Nurses and Doctors. Or, in this case, two overly worked game developers.

Kaycee should reach out to her. ….To the other two as well. Well, maybe not one of them. One of them, she was going to still be mildly bitter for a bit longer.

She *should* reach out to them. ….She wouldn’t, though. They didn’t get it. Or, at least, they were certainly pretending to not understand. This G L I T CH, a version of the world that looked so real, that Leshy had taken full control over, it had so many holes and needed to be fixed in so many numerous ways…but despite all of that, despite that it was so flawed, it was so fun.

“This is literally how we dreamed it could be…a game that feels real….just needs a little tweaking, a little maintenance…” Kaycee whispered to herself, or maybe to Leshy- she was still on the fence whether he could hear her ot not, though he did seem to respond to her attempts at conversation- she really wasn’t too sure.

A soft knock at her door, then it slowly creaking open. Kaycee didn’t flinch. She knew that familiar movement all too well. She waited for the usual greeting as well.

“You left the lights off again. At least open up a window or something to let some sun in.” Her voice was light with frustration, but nothing skin-deep. It was playful with the tinge of worry only a younger sibling could convey. Kaycee turned in her chair and acknowledged the teenager standing in the doorway who nearly looked identical to how she once looked when she was her age- the brown hair being mid-neck length and wearing more feminine clothes than what Kaucee used to wear being the contrast- one arm holding a backpack and the other with fingers resting on the lightswitch. She smiled wryly, but affectionately. Melody really never gave her a break, but that’s what she loved about her. Kaycee swiftly shut her laptop without looking.

“Hey, kid.” came the usual greeting. Melody’s annoyed expression immediately melted into a smile.

“Hi, Sis.”

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“Mom’s working late again?” Kaycee fished through her fridge to find something to drink for both she and her younger sister. She settled on some iced tea- Melody probably left it there last week- and poured a glass for each of them. Melody made an acknowledging noise, sitting at the small kitchen table with textbooks strewn about and a notebook prepared to be written in.

“Yeah, she complained about retiring again as soon as I turn 18 and go to college.”

“Tch, she said the same exact thing when I moved out of the house, but you know she’d lose her mind in only a few days. Woman always has to be busy or she becomes stirr crazy. ….Reminds me of somebody that I know.”

“Heeey. You’re the same way.”

“Yeah, I know. Such is the Hobbes’ women’s way. Grandma was just like that too, don’t you remember?”

“....She died before I was born, Kay.”

“.....Oops, forgot. Sorry.” Kaycee really could never remember that she and Melody (“Melly”) were a decade apart in age. When she was just turning ten, her mother realized that she was pregnant again and the bastar-....Dad, wasn’t too happy about that. They didn’t talk about him. It was better that way, despite Melody only having faint memories of him. Well, that was according to Melody that “she only had faint memories”, the asshole left the three of them when she was five, so she could possibly remember more than that. …That was for a therapist to look into, though, not her ‘I am clearly not mentally stable whatsoever, but we’re just going to ignore it until it actually becomes a problem’ older sister who sometimes had to take the role as Mom and Dad when her mother was too busy working double shifts to make ends meet.

Oh. She forgot about that.

“Let Mom know when you go home that I’ll be sending her another check once I get paid next week, okay?” Kaycee reminded Melody, who wrinkled her nose slightly in puzzlement.

“You know that we’re doing okay now, right? You don’t have to keep helping Mom so much- maybe save some for yourself? You make enough where you could live in a much bigger apartment, or even rent a house.” Melody was worried. She always worried about her. It kind of made her laugh- wasn’t she supposed to be the older sister here?

“Just do it, okay? Mom knows why and that’s all you need to know until you’re older.” Kaycee snickered and nearly choked on her drink when Melody puffed her cheeks in an inhale- she really had the perfect ‘chipmunk with nuts in mouth’ expression when she got like this, it was hilarious.

“I’m not a kid anymore!”

“Oh, wow, thirteen isn’t a kid anymore? News to me since you’re not allowed to date until you’re way in your twenties on my watch.”

“T-That doesn’t mean I’m not more grown up! I’m turning fourteen soon too!”

“Ooooh, watch out, we got a Big-Shot over here!”

“You’re terrible!” Melody couldn’t keep up the charade of actually being angry and cracked up, Kaycee taking that as a sign to laugh her absolute ass off. It took a bit for the sisters’ laughter to die down before the older girl decided to put on her ‘second parent’ pants for a second.

“Okay, so what homework do you have to do? Don’t skip like last time, alright? I know Geometry sucks ass, but keeping up that GPA will get you into that really good highschool Mom mentioned.”

“Ughhh, she had to tell you.”

“Duuuuh, yeah, she told me. Look, the uniforms will be annoying, but I’ve googled the name and website. It’s a good school, especially for Music. You have no problem in that department, but your academics. ….Like I said, even if it’s hard and annoying, we’re going to push you through it. You’re smart, I know you are.”

“You’re biased.”

“Yes, I’m also honest and blunt. I’ll tell you when you’re being an idiot, but I’ll also tell you when you’re smart. Melly, you’re extremely intelligent when you put your mind to it- don’t just focus on music, alright? You’ll become one of those puns since your name literally IS Melody and your favorite subject is Music.” Kaycee grinned softly at Melody’s fluster.

“M-Mom probably didn’t do that on purpose.”

“Oh, considering the rest of the family is musically inept? Yeah, no, this was not predicted. ….Actually, tell you what, I’ll motivate you- one of my coworkers is in charge of the music for our upcoming game-”

“Oh! I wanted to ask you about that-”

“You know I can’t tell you anything, Melly. NDA and shit.”

“Ugh. Lame.”

“I know, I’m the worst. Anyway, where was I- right, my co worker. He’s in charge of the music for the game and I’ve talked about you to him. Some games….they DO need actual singing voices for their music…” Kaycee trailed off, smirking when she saw her little sister’s eyes light up and her whole body demeanor perk. Got her. “Get a good grade on these next few tests, study your butt off, I’ll even help you if you need help with Math and shit. You do that and I can see about playing one of your performances for him to listen to.”

“You’d….really do that?”

“Yep, but remember that you are still a kid- don’t give me that face, you are practically a fetus- and it’ll probably be a long time before you could actually participate in a project. But, I can at least have him listen to your voice and I can let you know what he thinks. Give you that motivation to keep going, right?”

“....Fair.” Melody slumped back in her seat, kicking at the legs somewhat. “I wish I was old enough already.”

“Eh, you don’t have much longer. Trust me, it goes by fast. Just don’t do shit that I did at your age- pretty sure I’m the one who gave Mom her first dose of long gray hairs.”

“No, you did. We’ve talked about it.”

“Damn. Wow, thanks you two.” Kaycee burst into another laugh, picking up her now empty glass of iced tea and putting it into the sink. “You gonna stay the night or do you need a ride home later?”

“Ride home? Mom and I are going to a Farmers’ Market tomorrow. Did you wanna come with us? I know Mom’s been missing you.”

Kaycee stalled. Inscryption flashed into her brain. Leshy flashed into her brain. She didn’t want to leave him alone. No, No she couldn’t. What if she left and came back and he left her all alone again? She didn’t want to be alone anymore.

“Sis?”

“....Nah, sorry, I’ve got some deadlines I need to keep up with. Do you want to order pizza or something?” Kaycee hastily fished out a twenty dollar bill from her pocket and handed it to Melody. “Order something for both of us, yeah? I’ll come and eat with you when it gets here. I better see at least two of those worksheets completed when dinner gets here.”

Melody sighed and nodded, pouting a bit over Kaycee’s rejection to spend time with her and their Mom. It was always like this, lately.

“Yeah, alright.” Kaycee noticed Melody’s body language and felt the coldness around her heart melt even moreso than usual. Her sister just had that effect on her, despite every bullshit in her life…or rather not in her life. She hated the thought of even causing a single tear in her eyes, but the game…it was not even a desire anymore. It felt like it a compulsion.

An Obsession.

A disease that was now crawling its way through her bloodstream.

Kaycee ruffled the hair of her “Mini Me” abruptly, physical affection usually not her forte. Melody, pleasantly surprised, seemed to cheer up and gave that bright smile Kaycee adored so much. With how sad her mother was and how jaded Kaycee had become regarding the world, Melody was the “little light” in her life that gave everything some form of meeting. To make sure she was okay, to make sure she was safe and to make sure nobody would ever dim out that light was Kaycee’s true priority.

Inscryption was Kaycee’s necessary.

Leshy was slowly becoming what her world revolved around.

To be as good of an older sister as she could, to make sure Melody did not become as fucked up as Kaycee and that the only person she valued above anybody else continued to smile and use her talents for something good to add to this shitty, shitty world…that was her priority.

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“Sorry about that. Had things to take care of.” Kaycee apologized with genuine sincerity to the screen of her laptop, a pair of greenish-blue eyes staring back at her before spiralling into an endless dance of liquid gold. Her door was slightly ajar, yet she once again sat in the dark.

“May we continue to play, then? I have been itching for another game, Kaycee.”

“Yeah, of course! I’ve been thinking about working out different modifications to make the game more challenging for both of us-”

‘It’s so Late in the Night, my mind is drifting away, then I dream about the times I wished for a new, happier day…If a hand could reach out right now and save my life somehow….’

A gentle and flowing singing voice echoed in the apartment’s thin walls- the crisp clarity and melodious tone of each word very pleasant on the ears of any listener. Kaycee halted her ramble, a soft smile becoming its replacement as she heard the piano music from the electric keyboard she kept specifically for Melody. She picked a pretty sad song this time to practice. It was pretty, though. She liked it, though she was definitely giving her some loving bullying for practicing singing instead of doing her homework. Again.

‘I’ll face the sun again as soon as this dreary night ends….’

“Who is that?”

Leshy’s voice did not lose its calm demeanor, though it did hold some curiosity. Kaycee tensed, eyes wide. He heard her. …He heard her. That means…he could hear her too?

“....That’s my little sister.” Kaycee smiled slightly, letting herself relax again to the softness of Melody’s singing voice breathing color and atmosphere back into her usually silent and gray home. “Her name is Melody. I call her Melly.”

There was a silence for a moment. Kaycee wondered for a minute if she was hallucinating Leshy asking her specific questions. She wouldn’t be surprised.

“She has a beautiful voice.”

The genuine compliment from the gravelly voice inside her laptop’s speakers made the walls around Kaycee’s heart, even briefly, crack open again. She smiled less like an older sister and more like a proud parent who could not get over that the way she was able to prove that Leshy could hear her, that he was “real”, was through the only person in Kaycee’s life who she would take a bullet for, no questions asked.

“I’ll face the sun again as soon as this dreamy night ends…”

“Yeah. She does. She’s the only background noise that I like.”

END

#inscryption #inscryption ideas #inscryption oc #inscryption leshy #inscryption kaycee hobbes #kaycee hobbes

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auxiliarydetective · 2 years

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Falling for Hogan's Heroes - Day 3: Summer at Stalag 13

LeBeau didn’t know why he had signed up for laundry duty again. By itself, it had sounded great because of one thing: Water! He got to have his arms elbow-deep in a tub of water, not cold water, but water nonetheless. However, there was one very crucial issue: The clothesline was directly in the sun. Of course, it should be. That way everything dried faster. But the same way it warmed up all the clothes, it also burned and cooked every inch of LeBeau’s body. Exhausted, he backed up against the barracks’ wall, hiding in what little shadow there was left.

“D’you want some water?”

LeBeau turned around to look into Carter’s large, kind eyes. He smiled and nodded, taking the bottle he had brought.

“Thanks, Carter.”

“Boy, that’s some heat today, isn’t it? Too bad we don’t get a weather forecast here, we would’ve at least been prepared!”

“The day the Krauts give us weather forecasts, the war is over”, LeBeau grumbled. “They wouldn’t tell us when to send in our planes.”

“D’you think they’ll let us not wear our uniform if we ask them nicely?”

Carter had tied his flight suit around his waist, exposing a grey tank top underneath. Little dark splotches of sweat showed he had probably been to the volleyball field just before coming here.

“That would be nice, wouldn’t it? At least you have your flight suit. I’m melting.”

“Funny, Colonel Hogan said the same thing. And Newkirk too!”

“Poor Newkirk, he’s got the worst deal.”

“Yeah, poor guy with his turtleneck. No wonder he’s been sitting around in the shadows all day. All the other RAF boys have shirts, why doesn’t he?”

“Probably thought it looked too formal”, LeBeau shrugged. “But that’s coming back to bite him now.”

“Summers don’t get this bloody ‘ot in England”, Newkirk grumbled, having snuck up from behind. He looked absolutely miserable. “Come on, get back to work, LeBeau. You need to get this done. I ‘eard Vicky’s makin’ lemonade and I need your ‘elp to steal it.”

#these keep getting shorter #hope they don't stay this short #hogan's heroes #louis lebeau #andrew carter #peter newkirk #fanfiction #falling for hogan's heroes

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subskz · 2 years

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JUST READ CLEAN AND ?!?!??! WHAT A TREAT IT WAS <3 the way you write jisung got me kicking my feet and rolling around in my bed. u are a godsent.

the idea of worshipping his body, telling him how good he looks while kissing up all over him, making him blush and get all shy?!? ji would absolutely get flustered. it reminds me during the seoul concerts, stays would shout the words 'handsome' at him when he was doing his ment and he had to stop for a moment because he was getting shy DSAFJAKLS please he's so cute hhh. also, the way he gets needy and dependent on you when he's low energy... the thought of him clinging to you and whining PLEASE i almost threw myself into the sun. i melted. I CRIED. he's so cute oh i wanna eat him up.

you're so right about him being loud too. i think its obvious from the way ji is loud in his daily life, he would definitely be loud too in intimate situations. he'd have such a hard time keeping quiet. i could so visually imagine ji scrambling against the shower walls, pleading with his eyes as the most sinful noises escaped him. he just needs you so bad. OHHH MY GOD i cant i love ji so much this ruined me FR! it was, overall, just so cute. taking care of ji because he's just a precious little thing. AAAAA PLEASE i love him i want to smother him in my love like i want ot pounce on him and just kiss the shit out of him (ok im projecting sorry im just a silly little han jisunger)

i also wanna thank you for the hilarious visual of chan swimming too far out into sea and having the lifeguard drive him back. i kinda just imagined a soaking chris with his face in his hands on the back of a speedboat, utterly embarassed. 😭OH and jeongin just wanting to deck the shit out of changbin for ruining his sand castle PLS

another BEAUTIFUL piece by our beloved author. ily <3 ur fics will always get me excited.

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once again your message has me sobbing 😭😭 thank you so much angel i’m so thrilled you enjoyed it! especially since you’re our resident hannie lover hehe if you approve then i have to see it as a success <3

i know exactly what you mean there’s nothing cuter than the boy who calls himself handsome like it’s his dayjob getting flustered when someone else compliments him ㅠㅠ the way he was patting his cheeks at the seoul concert because his face had gotten all hot from embarrassment is absolutely the perfect example 🥰 hannie is truly so noisy and sensitive which is the deadliest combo when trying not to get caught, if he’s making the most suggestive noises over the most mundane things we can only imagine how he’d sound when he’s feeling good hehe. also i’m so glad you liked that part LMAO it was a lil silly but i couldn’t help but think that chan w his infinite amount of swimming medals would pull smth like that 😭 n binnie’s clumsy ass ruining yeni’s work just felt right…oh to have a beach day w skz

thank you again for giving such lovely and detailed feedback my dear it really makes my day every time!! ily too and i’m sending u the biggest smooch on earth MWAH 😽💖

#ask #🤍 anon #💌#long post #ur seriously such a darling ㅠㅠ what did i do to deserve this

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meirlinjar · 15 days

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Here Comes the Sun in søłsiþe part 6

Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting

Łile skåt, jek kön mårke, ot izan łajsomt smełter

little treasure 1SG.NOM able.PRES feel.INF that.CNJ ice.DEF slow.ADV melt.PRES

/ˈɬi.lɛ skɔð̠˕ˠ jɛg kɤn ˈmɔʁ.kɛ oð̠˕ˠ ˈi.dzan ˈɬaj.somt ˈsmeɬ.tɛʁ/

#conlang #søłsiþe #translation #song #the beatles #here comes the sun

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rockedcashbash · 1 year

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a want to win, along since thin tracks, steady, moulded wheels roll over, the dogged past, the rugged face of a stuttering blast of cold winds and cool air, eventually, as though this was just a breeze, to relax, sit down at a table, enjoy a glass of wine and entrées, laissez-faire', the hour's d'oeuvres, made no greater value, in lessening the seriousness of the upset serenity, that yes, life can be beautiful, wonderful, be glorious even the face of the taste of lifes affinity, for somehow being awestriking, even has it collapses inwards within the awning, aura to look upon, on infinity,

bread to fast, for bliss, a new vista, the horizon, a rapscallion, a rebel, the hunger, another match, strikes away, whistles as the wind rumbles,

the wish for elsewhere, for something to concede, as this record, this claim, this prize, gets underway, and as seems never nearer, no landmarks, no place to stay, just whiteness, pure as light, mile after mile, day by day, there is no way out, how could I say, I need a way to get away Just another alibi, for a feast, for hunger, in the fiction of life, like food were on the table, the long list of those, days without, just to make us stronger, who'd claim to be lying, meeting their match in the mountains, make a b-line for the inlines, for the buffet by the reservoir, down the hill we go, towards the edge of the lake, at long last, for heaven's sake, if only it weren't as fake as a nine headed snake, the longevity is slow, or is it though? the horrors only stack to gather, make the meal of it they say, the wind columns do as they wish, can have an effect on us, more than a gust, it's hard to place trust in the elements as they set about, upon us, against the run of the flow, the rivers meander under the frozen surface, or is this just for show? all is at a wistful standstill, and blissful this force as it forks dives, cuts up like knives and could drown us under a sudden swoon, for sport, the looks on our faces as we thought we'd sought and found food, just to be cutlass heavy and pirate poor, for now, whereas x marks the spot, even our map was drop over drop of frost, to bite at us as it hurts, what could be worse as the surfaces converge, our pace, glacial, seems to have caught the traffic here unlikely on gaurd, as though we'd hoped we camoflauge better than what with sheer power, does so out of spite, or rather just ot be nice, as though to point out somehow, in the night sky stars, how if they wanted us, they'd pick us out and we wouldn't see them coming, the embers that flicker and crackle into the stone cold abyss, they'd pick us out and leave us unnoticed,

elsewhere, par for the course, according to a reliable source, they could have been on the green, in the midevening mild sun the most is making it a mulligan something to mull over go fish

this gulf, is… immeasurable, unbroken, no, there sudden death here just the sense of soul crushing defeat i had a win in meeting this woman i can't even begin to brim with firefly like lava sparks the warmth at the start of this path already the warmest should we be here or not, the welcoming factors accrue, and a team like us, gather around this arctic spa, like this was the reason, here we are, we are hear, chitter, chatter, teeth are to us the truth, the tough, the trying too hard for no such respite,m until now, melting away, breath like breathing cigars, if only we'd brought some and could hope to light them in this intense wind…

pursuing the source, fighting against it, driven beyond it, beyond driven, the snow is light footed but heavy stepped, the black ice a stark and ironic contrast, as we face columns of snowstorms, each snowflake might be unique, and each hailstone may just be oblique, with a head kept low and goggles frozen to eyebrows, raising or lowering them becomes as a glimpse of opinion as it is to stop and reflect on the stars the glisten, the daylight Moon, the way a mile past seems so soon, and then the next takes longer than you could hope it isn't. We perservere on, relentlessly as the ascent was to descend, we've no choice - we keep going or the going gets us gone, we've been here so long this other world, seems like the only of which i've ever heard, at least it might as well be, better be, too much of this so called "pleant Earth" and we might have stopped where we stood, and prayed to be back to where we were, though we couldn't… hoping the volcano near by meets us with a pyroclastic flow and at least then we wont have died by the fingers snapped mad hand of the cold, we've spent the night just shivering, but shiver our timbers, here we are, the polar opposite to this circle, inverse, as miraculous as is the flying V above us, guiding us, black pebbles or the inverse stars, flickering on so wholly world scatteringly wonderous, as though a dove too could have passed above us, the sign of peace as we make our own here with the light, evading us for so many a night, the aurora borealis, if this is where God's mix, that the cause of human kind, reflected, the perspective, no, here, this is something beyond electric, glory, surely, as is absolute zero too cold for us to have survived, but freezing cold is enough to have drove us onward, these lights in the sky so otherworldly- but Earth bound, and right on top of it - this reassurance - the azure seas of perfect beaches, or bioluminescent creatures from the depths of oceans, the glorious mist of pollen from certain forests, or the ripple of wings of dragonflies - now, i say, this is not lost on us, but looking back - this was not an immediate thought - what took months of searching and realisation to bring into meaning this sensation,

magnanimous imagine us i can't gush enough a geyser full of what flows like lava oh damn slam foot first drifting away

nowhere here does anything say i should'nt regard or off the fencing like a rear guard in my defence this is just immense and i have forgot how to speak like a human i just cannot consume so much joy and live to tell the tale a brain so swelled with goodness my heart begins to wail the songs of a beauty it is my duty in this volcano perhaps there is treasure maybe perhaps the ship, damn fine booty

smelt me down and make me stand over a hot stove maybe i'll be the figure in the mirror that i'm scared of - that one that you say is kind of hot well no doubt about it, you sure as well, gosh, oh my. no other way to melt the clay

lead at last to a place of wonder as much as the map could match, the matched made the map as much this, one gasped, is within it, it's own reward, the alien treasure from sight something most will just ignore as a hoax, or treat as more unsure or less awesome that making the journey as it soaks in - it cannot be ignored, or overstated, more than any great hidden gold, could ever seem more bold, so delighted, as though the warmth of the sun, for whatever extent it was ever there, not there, leaving too cold to bare, here, was as wonderous, just glowing, even though the air was thunderous, delight, they've found in accord to only myths, storming onwards cooly right through the abyss, braver than many or most, wielding swords, or riding horses into battle, or rising to a truly heroic challenge or standing their ground amidst all danger with all of the gallantry - they'd accomplished something entirely new, unbeaten, incommunicable. This, the epitaph, this mechanical hieroglyph of an alien civilaztion - oh god, an inversion - hallucinating here now writing this - really just explorers, discoverers, doing the unknown, beating the odds, battling the snow, and an understatement at least, at most, here, the silver shimmering in the air, a like certain clouds or brittle sheets of ice, yielding it's own rapier, somehow like glass planes, drowning in two dimensions - near, far, silently in mid air,, cutting thoroughly through - this, eventually, this heat, and techonology will be more than to this point was in any way whatsoever possible, it's purpose? not entirely known. it's discovery? a mysterious beacon from a far away galaxy. this recovery method to avoid all suspicion, here you have it, their mission. well disguised against any recognition - heat signatures kept to a minimum,,, this could have been the beginning of oblivion - if only they could decipher their nessage fully. maybe this will be the Rosetta stone of communication with them, or, something just truly beautiful, a gift, unknown. or both. it certainly will say something - and the fact it was lowered into the atmosphere and dsicovered over freshly dropped snow - when evena foot could fall way below, even slip on some ice - this to have not melted its way kilometers deep - well, it's of no meaning, at last we are here - and pioneering an bringing in perhaps the engeneering of a new era. oh, how the ground differed from above,

it was for sure

steadfast as it goes so i suppose all hands able or caned reviled loser at the drop leave it none to throw it over bored of this same thing same over and out without the best up to the test at your behest good sir drop fast hold steady

tread the toes dread the steps dare to throw recognise rop the sweat like it rip get hot and quickly kick the habitat, warm up from a building sweat, or realise my temperature is not so high as to have to cool down somehow i begin to pass out wow eyes open, woah, icey seas fail to glow like the sky, the stars, maybe we're on the move, rainbows around certain quarters? psychoactive? the moments all just melt into one? bother to sleep? this is a trip and i cannot kip i'm being followed, no i'm being thrown, into a type of suit, Tron but vertically up, where did space go? for a split-second, perhaps after the cold, my skin against the costume is warm to the touch the space before me splits and skims and stretches and shrinks grows into an oblivion as endless and it is ending unending.. for know, if i wasn't expanding, i would hope, this situation, this apparent centre of gravity expanding demanding i am now withstanding enough to say... vowelless my language, countless my abacus innumeral my counting, no measure of a moment, this is constricting, but is given no meaning by its virtue of no meaning, this is a swell, or is it a spell, its running me thin but is heavier than ever, i'd slip right out of it if i were quick as viscous as sand, as unlike light, here, i weren't stretching out,

doubtlessly crowded, dangerously unravelling,

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