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tteokdoroki · 13 days

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the consequences of constellations izuku midoriya ── ᡣ𐭩 ˙ ̟🩰 !!

⋆˙ᝰ about ! you’re in love with your best friend and you’re sleeping with him too… so you count the constellation-like freckles on his back to cope with the idea that he doesn’t love you in the same way. ( 2K )

warnings ! minors blank and ageless blogs do not interact. nsfw, suggestive, smut, angst. characters aged up to 20s, friends with benefits, unrequited love, mutual pining sorta, experimental piece, i wanted to play around with metaphors to do with space, fem!reader, pro hero!deku.

how do you always end up back here?

the answer remains a mystery to you, really. out of all the things that human-kind are capable of, their powers and prettiness, their strength and their stamina — even their knowledge used to invent the space shuttle that traverses the wonders of the uncharted starry abyss…and you still end up here.

you always end up in the same place — amongst the crumpled linen of pro hero deku’s one bedroom condo. it’s high up enough that it just touches the skyline, it dips past the surface of powder blue skies into the inky black canvas of night to which you find yourself falling victim to sinful touches and muted whispers of pleasure.

it’s the same every time; izuku calls and you answer without hesitation — come rain or shine. you’ll often tumble past the threshold of his apartment with regret and pain pushed to the back of your mind because you’d much rather kiss him and taste the cigarette ash on his tongue in the moment than think logically or have some sense about you. in your world, there’s no better feeling in the world than deku’s masterful, scarred hands spanning out against the base of hour spine or napping out your curves. nothing beats the euphoric high you get from his hips smacking against yours almost in tune with the beat of his heart.

he pulls you into his orbit. he places himself at the centre of your universe. he fills you up both physically and mentally to the point where every inch of your body and every corner of your heart is overcome with a scorching need for izuku midoriya, like you’ve been engulfed by the sun, it tingles at the tips of your toes and fingers to the top of your head. when he moans your name after every orgasm you share together desire lights up within you like a solar flare — you feel special, desired and maybe even loved.

but this is just sex.

it’s always been just sex, especially to izuku.

there’s a risk in allowing yourself to believe it could ever be anything more, and yet, you can’t stop yourself from indulging in this sweet fantasy every time you end up tangled in the pro hero’s expensive sheets. how could you not when he fucks you like you’re the only woman he’s ever loved.

playing pretend in your head while he sends shooting stars of ecstasy across your line of sight.

shame and regret always hits you like a truck right after — forcing you to deal with the derailing reality that is loving someone who doesn’t want you back and sleeping with them just to get close enough to that feeling of adoration. it’s bad in the morning, but worse at night after deku has cleaned you up with a tender touch and tucked you in for some sleep — rolled onto his side as his own breathing evens out and his consciousness floats away into the depths of deep, empty space.

you think that he’s still sleeping when the constellations of honey brown freckles on his back begin to blur and your vision swims from unshed tears and you curl in on yourself. claw marks and crescent moons from your perfectly trimmed nails have left their mark on his golden skin, etched between sun-spotted freckles and a collection of faded battle scars — if you look close enough, one might mistake the surface level wounds you’ve left on deku’s body as an attempt at scratching through the space-time continuum to be closer to him.

izuku stays awake, hoping that you’ll find the strength to get up and leave him so that he doesn’t have to turn around and pretend to love you again. though, there’s a selfish wish rooted in the back of his mind, longing for you to stay. for you to play make believe for a little longer, to wish upon the North Star and beg for some kind of grace from god — hoping that izuku midoriya will love you some way, somehow.

he’ll fake it for as long as he can, if it means being the only person to touch you and hold you and kiss you. he’ll pretend to rip every star in the sky for you and breathe false affection past your lips with every kiss if it means he can replace the pain in your lungs and help you breathe a little easier. because in his own twisted way, izuku cares about your feelings…at least to some degree. he’d rather pretend than end things right here, right now. maybe that’s his saviour complex and his instinctual, dire need to save people who doesn’t need saving.

maybe it’s because this little arrangement has gone on for far too long, to the point where he can’t tell what hurts you or what doesn’t.

when the bulking pro hero shifts beneath the linen sheets, you hand bolts out to grab him — and, as if you’re protecting the embers of a dying flame, a fading star between your fingers, you pull him back into your chest. grasping onto him, holding out for something. you’re afraid that if you let go, izuku will disappear into space’s abyss and you might never get to have him like this again. another selfish wish. this time from you, not from him.

don’t go. you want to tell him. don’t fizzle away. you want to say. you know that it’s wrong to want to keep someone you can’t, who won’t love you, around. it’s testament to how much respect you have for yourself, how much self worth you have. which, from the looks of it, is little to none. you feel like you might die without izuku, even if what you have of him is so little. a plant with a crane its neck reaching for even the tiniest bit of sunlight to grow… that’s how you feel about izuku’s…affections for you. even if it’s not real love, you still yearn for it and blossom underneath it. even if you should let him go because you love him, you don’t want to.

out of fear that he may not come back.

when izuku says your name, whispers it into the black hole of the night — he treats it as if it’s made of gold. the syllables heavy on his tongue, weighing it down with a force of gravity. “are you awake?” he adds, despite feeling the shake of your limbs behind him from crying. he speaks slow and tender, the gravel of the early morning still in his voice.

your breath hitches warmly against his bare back like a mist over his sun spotted freckles. “no.” a dishonest answer that would have given you away instantly had the evergreen haired hero not already been up and listening to you cry. you sound strained, stuffy and he knows your pretty eyes are probably a putrid red and that there’s snot stains left in tracks on his satin sheets. and maybe, if he loved you like he should — this wouldn’t have happened, he wouldn’t feel so much guilt to the point where he feels sick to his stomach.

loving you is dangerous territory, like a trip to the uncharted parts of deep dark space. the concept alone is terrifying enough to send icy blood through izuku midoriya’s veins where he’s usually so hopeful and fearless. if he lets himself, for even a second, fall in love with you — there would be a chance your life would change for the worse, a chance that you wouldn’t be able to bare the long nights without him or the weeks where he’s gone. you hardly see deku now, how would you cope when he’s finally yours but too far away from you to touch. you could be in the same bed and he would still be light years away, galaxies ahead of your own train of thought because he is constantly thinking of who and how to save next.

not to mention the very fact that his existence is a threat to your livelihood, with villains lurking around every corner just waiting for a chance to make the number one weak…

…loving izuku midoriya would be like standing still in the middle of a hurricane on jupiter.

no one would be able to withstand the largest storm in the universe, not even you, and the strength you find in loving izuku.

still, you’re a liar and izuku knows it. even if he’s not supposed to. the bed creaks beneath his weight as he rolls over to face you, freckled cheek sinking into the cotton hills on his pillows as he finally sets his emerald sights on you. “you must be dreaming then,” he laughs fondly through his nose when he speaks, bringing a thumb up from underneath the duvet to swipe away your drying tears. the ones you tried so desperately to hide. water doesn’t fall in out space, it drifts endlessly and becomes a liquid with no form. izuku wishes you weren’t crying over him.

shrugging, you lean into the man’s touch, letting deku cup your cheeks and trace your smile lines that don’t seem so smiley anymore. the early morning moonlight ( the sun has yet to rise ), illuminates the stars in his mossy eyes that practically plead for you to let go, and your heart lurches painfully. he feels sorry for you. “i hope so.” comes your tired whisper. embarrassed and heartbroken, you look away and tuck your face under the duvet — chin brushing your naked shoulders, skin bare and bitten and bruised from the night before. “if i am, i don’t want to wake up.”

“what happens in your dreams?” capturing your chin between his fingers, izuku tilts your gaze over to him — inquisitive, cautious as if you’re an alien life form and he’s trying his best not to scare you away. he doesn’t quite understand you, why you keep returning to him , only to find yourself naked, vulnerable and heartbroken the next day.

“you love me back, i think. we’re more than what we are right now.”

bitter selfishness tacks itself to the back of your throat like bile — you know that you’re being unkind and greedy to izuku by voicing your thoughts out loud, begging him for even the tiniest slither of love but what’s worse is the lack of compassion for yourself. the endless torture you inflict on your being just waiting for the number one hero to maybe love you back.

in away, it makes you deserving of one another. whatever it is that the two of you have is no healthier than a pack of cheap cigarettes from the combini at the top of the road. a nicotine addiction that neither of you seem to be able to quit. humming into the moonlit void, deku brushes a thumb over your streaked, pudgy cheek — tracing the tear stains and the tracks left by the lines in the pillowcase.

his eyes shimmer like the Milky Way on a clear night as he looks at you, strands of longing twisting within the vibrant green flecks in midoriya’s eyes. it must be lonely for him out there — he’s in another universe of his own and you can hardly compare to or comprehend it. “are you still dreaming?” he asks.

reaching up, you grab his wrist from underneath the covers — feeling his pulse beat steadily underneath the pad of your thumb. “i hope so.” you repeat your words from earlier, lashes fluttering against your cheeks — heart pounding.

“then i’ll love you how you like,” midoriya agrees, masking his sadness with his signature hero smile. the one he uses to let the people he saves know that everything will be okay. even when it’s not. izuku treats you like a damsel in distress and maybe you are. you need saving from yourself, from him and he knows it. you both do. “at least until you wake up.”

nodding, you close your eyes and lock off the rest of your senses — listening to only the sounds your steady breathing mingling in your own personal pocket of space. time freezes for the two of you, you don’t know how many light years it’s been before you speak again — but izuku’s warmth is still there, still enveloping you like the brilliant rays of the sun at the centre of your universe. he doesn’t dare cast you out into the icy cold of space. not yet.

“then i’ll try to keep dreaming, i’m not ready to wake up just yet.” comes your quiet voice as you lean forward to press your forehead against izuku’s freckled one.

not yet.

he exhales, deep and sad, but cups your face a little tighter and draws you in a little closer. “me either, not yet.”

not yet. together, wrapped up in one another, the two of you decide that you'll stay lost in the web of constellations for a little bit longer.

not yet.

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taetr4ck · 3 months

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and all these little things —

he who loves, dances upon the tapestry of stars.

skz!maknae line x reader, 1.8k words overall, no warnings — fluff, comfort. (continuation of this request.) taglist form

a/n : ouuu this marks the end of skz's princess treatment series :( i enjoyed making these sm. and also i might have overenjoyed myself writing seungmin's part... whoops

jisung who peels your fruits —

He who always offers to peel your fruits – the simple gesture Jisung does shows that love can be unspoken. It’s a simple gesture, yet it speaks volumes. His love is pure, he is taking the time to take care of you.

“Ah, jagiya, let me do it,” Jisung says as he walks up to you in the kitchen, gently taking the orange from your hands. A declaration of love isn't always loaded with promises that can easily falter. Sometimes, love is about the little things that connect us. I love you can mean “You mean everything to me so I’m going to peel your oranges and remove the nasty white stuff off of it.” It can also mean “You know, I never really liked your favorite fruit, but your love for it changed my perspective. I started eating it too – it’s like my body was programmed to like the things you love. I can’t help but think of you when I eat them. Not because of the fruit itself, but because of the person who introduced me to its sweetness.” Love resides in these intricate details that complete the bigger picture together – love is a fragmented moment that you are supposed to piece together, alone, or with the person you chose to mend your love with. You chose to build the fragments with him, and any love he offers is yours to treasure.

If any, he will always choose to stand beside you, laughter permeating through the granite surface of the sleek kitchen counter – adorned with jars of spices and utensils, with a fruit in his hand – peeling his undying love for you. If the world were to end soon, he would want it to end at the kitchen counter, while you are laughing and he is smiling, sharing its last sweet bite before facing the twisted fate.

Through Jisung, you realize that love can be unspoken.

To love someone is firstly to confess,

'I’d always offer you a piece of my orange.'

felix who fixes your hair while you eat —

Felix cast a loving gaze at you from across the table of your favorite restaurant as you savored each bite of your meal – his focus completely on you. You caught his loving gaze, his eyes forming into crescents – and you swear his beauty can be one across the stars – his freckles akin to a constellation, sharing its beauty among the starry expanse of the universe. Without a word, he reached to tuck a stray hair behind your ear, his touch felt like a sacred prayer for which no words exist, and you can feel your heart taking over your body – as if you discovered something for which you don’t have a name for, his fingers gentle against your skin. The sudden touch seemed to startle you a bit, making the heat rush to your cheeks. He does this every time, unsure if you would ever get used to it.

He held your face between his palms, his eyes gazing at you lovingly – with a smile that seemed to belong to you completely gracing his lips. You never met someone like him before – where his touch felt like home, and his smile was the purest you had ever seen. It was as if he had found his sole reason to live, the sole reason to cherish the world he completely lived in. Since the first time he saw you, he swore his whole life belonged to you completely.

His actions carry an unspoken intimacy between you two. It's not just about tucking a stray hair; it's a gesture that speaks volumes about his attentiveness and the connection you share – like a devotion he swore to himself that he’s meant to love and cherish you. The warmth in his eyes matches the affectionate sweep of his fingers through your hair, creating a fleeting yet precious moment amidst the simple act of enjoying your favorite meal together. As long as you’re with Felix, you’ll always feel loved, cared for, and deeply understood – as if he has a unique ability to bring order to the disarray of both hair and the world around you.

seungmin who buys the same book —

The spontaneous trips to bookstores with Seungmin is always therapeutic. The paradise of books laid out in front of you makes your heart leap with excitement, your steps quickening as you scan the books with a carefree smile. The moment he sees that smile – how your face radiates amidst the calm atmosphere of the old bookstore in the middle of the night – he swears he sees stars in your eyes. He watches how your smile glistens when it tugs at your lips, followed by the crescents of your eyes – like the moon, perfectly mending the layout of your face, which is his universe. Your whole being is his universe. It feels like a dream to Seungmin. Is this what true love feels like? To see stars in the eyes of his universe? To see the moon within arm's reach?

That’s when he realizes he grabbed the same book you’re holding. You tilt your head in confusion, wondering why he grabbed the same piece.

“I want to read it with you,” he says, looking at you as if you’re iridescent. He isn’t sure how he will get used to this — you’re startlingly beautiful. He can’t look away.

He always reads the same book with you, attentively listening to your thoughts about the protagonist and their love interest. No matter how cliché the book may be, he's always here, eager to hear your every word. Your voice is a crafted melody to Seungmin, wrapping around him like a gentle embrace. He loves witnessing every part of you – the sudden squeal when you reach the story's climax, the random faces you make when you read a passage that catches your attention, and the faint “tsk” when a character does an idiotic thing. He loves seeing and hearing all of it. He loves you in the strongest way there is.

You are loved more than you can ever comprehend. You’re loved by him to the point his presence alone is like waking up to sunlight. He loves you so deeply to the point he’s willing to engrave your name on the palms of his hands. A declaration of faith, perhaps.

There was a time when Seungmin grabbed the wrong book from the bedroom shelf and was startled to see lots of annotations upon flipping through the pages. It was your favorite book, with annotations scribbled excitedly. It seemed like they were all written in the spur of the moment, without minding what words would formulate in the movement of your hand. He flipped to the last page of the book and saw a handwritten note – the penmanship of which he knew every stroke.

“In the past, I always wondered when my love story would unfold. I once dreamt that my greatest love would exist in this lifetime – until Seungmin came. That’s when I realized that perhaps my invisible string exists in this timeline, at this very moment. I am convinced that it’s him — it’s him I’m destined for. It’s him I’m bound to love. This is the truth. I have loved him in every universe. I will love him in every universe. I always look at him as if there were stars in his eyes, sparkling with no intention of stopping. I’ve never met someone like him before. When I'm lost in fear, I always feel sheltered in his presence. I guess this is what love looks like, to be fully seen by someone and be loved regardless, the unwavering bliss of being known and understood.”

Seungmin felt a pang in his chest. His heart was full of a catastrophic whirlwind of emotions – overwhelming love that may be unbearable. With each sentence, the growing pain in his heart started to intensify. It was as if every word on the page seared into his heart even more, leaving an indelible mark of devotion and love beyond comprehension. As he read the letter, the depth of tenderness grew – wrapping around his soul like a tight embrace that threatened to suffocate in its intensity. This must be the feeling of being loved and cherished to the point where its depths transcend the physical realm, leaving the heart forever changed in its wake. The tears welling in Seungmin’s eyes might be hard to suppress as he reads the last sentence of the letter.

“My love for him is woven into the fabric of the universe.”

jeongin who matches outfits with you —

“Ta-da!” Jeongin exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with delight as he showed off his outfit to you, a proud yet excited grin escaping his lips.

“Wow, you really put a lot of effort into your outfit today. Are you sure we’re just doing groceries today, baby?” you jest, looking at him with a smile. Jeongin has a habit of matching outfits with you whatever the occasion is — whether it is a spontaneous trip to the grocery, a shopping spree, a planned day out, or a formal event. Whatever it is, he always takes the time to make sure his style complements yours perfectly, just like how your hearts complement each other. There is a subtle joy in sharing a wardrobe aesthetic; it’s as if both of your style and loving hearts are interconnected as one.

Jeongin’s eyes would gleam whenever you emerged from your shared bedroom, all prepped up and ready. He would always approach you with a soft smile escaping his lips. He would then kiss your forehead — the spot where he tirelessly kisses as a way of expressing love or saying his goodbyes is called a temple; he loves kissing your temple. He is yours to worship and yours to love. Loving someone is such a pure thing to do; love is like a religion he had discovered on his own. Jeongin seeing you in a room felt like a sanctuary.

Jeongin is always ready, never forgetting the promise he made to himself to love you in all seasons. When times get cold and everything is a mess, he drapes his coat on your shoulders and he becomes your warmth – his love a comforting shield against the chill of uncertainty. Amid the chaos, his gesture offers solace, reminding you that you are not alone, and together you can weather any storm. When it gets too warm, he becomes your cooling breeze – his love like an ocean breeze at dawn, offering comfort and relief with his presence and touch – his caring gesture soothing your fiery heart. When it gets dark and shivers run down your spine, he holds your hand and never lets go, whispering assurance: You’re not alone. I got you, I got you.

On days when you didn't anticipate any matching at all, he'd surprise you with a knowing smile, revealing his outfit cutely matched with yours. It became a playful language between you and Jeongin, sharing laughter and giggles. His eyes would light up with satisfaction, almost melting to the thought that love could be expressed through the woven fibers of one’s clothing, the feeling of being seen by someone and being loved anyhow – submitting to the mortifying ordeal of being known. Don’t be afraid to be seen. Let me see you and love you regardless.

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zordanna · 21 days

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𝓑𝓲𝓻𝓭𝓲𝓮

A fluffy fic inspired from this old drawing I did🍃

English is not my first language and I hate writing so don’t expect too much. It’s just a small scene where Sebastian realises he’s in love with my MC, you can imagine yours there too of course! I ain’t stopping you🫡 enjoy I guess?

Sebastian yawned softly as he kept silently reading his history of magic notes while sitting on the carpet and resting his back on the couch, Eleonora was next to him laying fully on it while reading the chapter trying really hard to not fall asleep.

“Ugh I swear I’m failing this time”

She mumbled while flipping pages. Sebastian rolled his eyes and spoke back with annoyance.

“You literally have the highest grades of all the students in our class, shut up-”

Eleonora huffed and gave him a soft nudge with her knee in response.

“Just because the competition prefers wandering in the restricted section more than studying actual subjects. You know- instead of forbidden ones”

Sebastian groaned and rested his head on the couch seat cushion to look at her better.

“You are a pain in the ass.” He breathed out glancing back at his notes pretending to ignore her.

“The feeling is mutual”

She ruffled his brown curls gaining a soft laugh from him , the boy rested one cheek on the cushion and gazed at her while his notes ended up spread around the intricated embodied carpet of Russel living room. Sebastian glanced at the book and got an idea.

“I can read it for you, if you want, so we both learn something at least”

His proposal sounded quite nice to Eleonora, she gave him the book and set herself comfortable as he cleared his throat. He started reading and he could almost feel her gaze caressing his skin, Sebastian didn’t know how he managed to say the words correctly without fumbling while having that lovely pair of blue eyes staring at him, the warmth of her presence, her sweet scent of lavender and soap pervading his nostrils…Merlin help him!

On the other side Eleonora’s eyes were looking at his freckles, she always thought they looked like a starry sky , sometimes she would find full constellations in them while stealing glances at her friend’s features. She glanced at his lashes, was it even legal to have them so long and soft? The way they fluttered while he was reading, the way the sun was making them shine with a warm orange shade. She was mesmerised. That’s for sure. The words sounded like a sweet lullaby rather than an actual lecture on how their ancestors channeled magic trough the years, her eyes felt heavy and her body a little too relaxed.

Maybe if she closed her eyes just for a second…yeah that should do it.

Sebastian was reading the last paragraph when he heard soft snoring coming from his right side ,he turned his head a little to check on Eleonora and a warm smile formed on his lips as he realised she had fallen asleep. He closed the book putting it away before adjusting himself leaning closer to the sleeping girl. He rested his elbow on the couch cushion careful to not disturb her rest, as usual Eleonora needed her afternoon nap.

Memories of their third year flashed in his mind, rainy afternoons spent napping all together on the same couch down in the undercroft between a mess of books and unfinished candies. Anne was still…well Anne. No curse, no pain just Anne, sleeping peacefully while her tiny head would rest on Ominis shoulder as he was nestled up almost like a cat. Eleonora’s long blonde hair would tickle his nose as he often found himself using her soft curls as a pillow. They always smelled so good it wasn’t his fault they felt so comfy.

Instinctively Sebastian brushed off some of her blonde strands that were framing her face, very carefully as if she was made of porcelain. Her long blonde curls that once were left wild and free were now tied up in that blue ribbon he gifted her almost two years ago.

“You keep wearing it all the time mh?”

He mumbled softly more to himself than to her. The soft blue satin fabric was a bit smudged near the knot after years of wearing it every day, that’s what happens with the things you love most isn’t it? They change.

Sebastian always questioned why she would refuse to buy another one, a prettier one maybe made from the most expensive silk with embodied details but she always said that one was just perfect. She loved it.

And he loved how beautiful she looked with it. He loved the way it always made her eyes stand out matching their colour, he loved how it swayed like a swallowtail when she would rush around the hallways late for classes trying to not trip on other students. Swallows are a sign of hope and freedom, he was certain that if she had to be an animal she would be one of them. She was always there trying to see the good side of everything, which in his darker days was both infuriating and yet comforting. It was reassuring having her slapping some sense in his thick skull sometimes, he couldn’t deny it.

He also loved that, her scolding tone, her stubbornness and resolution whenever he was acting like a complete ass. He loved the way she would ruffle his hair to annoy him, he loved how her soft hands were making him feel butterflies flying around his stomach every damn time…

Sebastian’s chocolate brown eyes were fixed on Eleonora’s delicate face as the sudden realisation hit him like a whole bombarda in his chest.

He was falling in love. No. He was in love. Utterly. Undeniably in love.

He didn’t realise his face was few centimetres away from hers till now, his lips dangerously close to hers. Before doing something stupid and reckless he pulled away slightly and took a moment to gain his composure, his eyes wandered around the luxurious living room of her family’s manor, the paintings of the Russels were almost staring at him, judging him with their cold gaze.

Who was he trying to fool? He was nobody compared to her family, an orphan living in a cottage with his grumpy uncle, it would never be fair to her. Knowing her parents Eleonora had probably her life planned since day one, as her older sister Ofelia once told him they lived in a golden cage with all comforts but still a cage. It was all doomed from the start so- for now it was better to suppress those feelings. To pretend they never had been there.

For now having her friendship was more than he could hope for, Sebastian looked at the big wood carved clock and checked the time, it was getting pretty late, he sighed and with a soft spoken tone called for her.

“Hey…Birdie”

The world would never want them together, that’s what he was telling himself, yet when he saw those blue eyes and that warm sleepy smile greeting him Sebastian thought that the world could burn or destroy itself in that exact moment.

The world would know Lady Eleonora Russel but Birdie. Birdie was just for him and that was all he needed.

“Birdie? What am I a chicken?”

Eleonora said with a snort while sitting up and stretching a bit letting a yawn escape her lips.

“No more like a goose.”

Sebastian retorted with a cheeky grin. She had no idea of what passed by his mind all the short time she was asleep.

“Ouch- did I snore loud?”

“Terribly. I mistaken you for a troll or something at some point.”

Eleonora laughed at the statement and crossed her arms in a proud stance.

“Was I annoying you?”

“Terribly.” Sebastian said faking an exasperated sigh.

“Good. I can consider my mission accomplished then”

She added with a chuckle while they both got up to walk towards the kitchen for stealing a snack or two. Luckily her parents wouldn’t be back till next early morning considering their habit to attend balls and ceremonies maintaining their high social status connections. That was a relief for the two of them but also for the servitude. The house elves were quite fond of Eleonora, a true ray of sunshine in that toxic household.

The afternoon passed by with their usual playful bantering like any other. It was better pretending nothing happened for Sebastian, it was for the best really.

Was it? Only time would tell. For now they were just fifteen, sitting on the kitchen counter munching a stolen slice of lemon tart while yapping about how they were both convinced Professor Garlick was hiding “special plants” somewhere in the greenhouse.

It was a normal spring afternoon during the end of the 19th century.

Flowers were blooming , birds were chirping and the air smelled like clean laundry and soap.

Winter was just a distant thought, none of them could ever imagine how everything would irreversibly change in few months.

Moments like these would be soon turned into distant faded happy memories but for now…it was all that mattered.

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ajdahak · 1 year

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♡ Character : Neteyam x reader

♡ Request : Could you write about neteyam dating a human s/o? How he adores her human features, especially the height difference. Same goes with the reader, she fascinates his little ears and idk but maybe how his tail wags around like a dog when he sees her ABSIDGJASD THAT SOUNDED WEIRD BUT BASICALLY ALL I WANT IS FLUFF 😭😭 Hopefully that makes sense 😅 @justcallmesky

♡ Genre : Fluff

♡ A/N : Heeyyy, sorry again if I take time to write, I try to do my best and be completely satisfied with my work before posting but it’s always difficult, I hope you like what I wrote. English is not the language I speak be indulgent please 🫶🏻

“Can…can I touch your face ?”

The sudden and hesitant request of Neteyam made you look up in his direction.

“You want…to touch my face ?”

You where looking at him with wide eyes, your finger pointing to yourself and mouth slowly agape. Feeling your eyes on him, Neteyam lowered his head, not wanting to show how embarrassed he was.

To be honest, you were rather surprised by his request. He had never asked you to touch your face, it was a simple request and yet you couldn't do anything about the fact that you were embarrassed. Apparently, he took your silence for a negative answer.

“I understand that you don’t want to. I just…Well…it’s been a while since we’ve been together and…I wondered…” He whispered so quietly, making you forgot for an instant about your insecurities. How could you say no to him?

You got up, crossing the room where there was air that you could breathe, you positioned yourself in front of the boy you loved. A smile appeared on his face.

“Of course you can. But why this request ?”

The eldest of the Sully family suddenly seemed embarrassed by this question, fleeing your gaze.

“It’s that..”

Slowly, his hand came into contact with your (h/c) hair, placing a lock at the back of your little ear. You didn’t let go of his eyes.

“Your eyes on me makes me nervous.”

“Oh, sorry! I-”

“No, don’t look away, that’s not what I meant. I like it when you look at me... I find your eyes beautiful.”

For him, your eyes contained in them a galaxy, your tears seemed to be pearled with stars, in any case, even if they seem beautiful in his thoughts, Neteyam will never let them flow.

You blush slightly at this remark, making the boy smile. This did not prevent you from speaking.

“Do you know what I like about you Nete ?” You asked, receiving only an eyebrow raise from him “What looks like freckles on your face.”

You pointed to the white dotted lines that used to light up in the dark.

“I find it beautiful, it’s like I was watching a starry night, but on a face” you laughed at the end of the sentence.

He smiled at your sweet laugh, looking at you with adoration. Your voice resounded like a sweet poem that would be told to children, surely this one in particular who cast a spell of love on him when you met him.

“Your ears are also very cute, it looks like a cat, but your tail reminds me of a dog” especially when you move it when you are happy, you thought for yourself.

“I have... no idea what it looks like.”

“Buuuttt.. I showed you pictures last time !”

Neteyam seemed embarrassed, not remembering it anymore.

“Ahh it’s okay, I’ll show you back another day.”

You put your hands on his cheeks that you loved so much, forcing him a little to lean forward so that you could see him better. When you directly threatened his personal space, the tip of his nose and ears began to heat up without permission, as if he were immersed in a cloud dream, softened by your delicacy. To have even more physical contact, the boy had to hold your hands with his own, caressing the top with his thumb, notifying how pleasant the fabric of your skin was.

“So, why did you want to touch my face ?” You asked again.

“I just wanted to feel the face of the women I love…” he replied, earning a smile from you.

“And do you like it ?”

You asked, surprising him.

“Of course ! Your face is as kind as your heart…” he said sincerely.

Seeing you smile with a radiance that even the sun would wear glasses, the Na’vi smiled in turn, so much his happiness could be felt that one could believe that his teeth emitted light. He let you get closer to his face, everything was going so fast that he did not hit the moment, and here he is with a kiss on the nose of the girl he loves.

“Do you know what I prefer most about you (y/n) ?”

You shook your head negatively, confused. He moistened his lips, and then observed yours. His fingers slipped to your chin, as if they were trying to find their way on your face, which was an enigma on its own. A small gesture of hesitation was understood on his head, then, a gentle pressure from his hand brought your two faces closer, attracting them dangerously.

The contact of your lips was soft, similar to that of the look that could be worn on the moon. With the joints joined, the kiss was no longer than the duration of the shooting star, and like the shooting stars, it offered him an incredible feeling of luck.

“Everything in you seems straight out of a dream. Nga yawne lu oer.”

#avatar #avatar the way of water #neteyam #avatar 2 #fanfic #x reader #neteyam x reader

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salmonight · 1 year

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'Space Police Adopts Feral Alien Child AU'

By @dissociativecatmeme on Batpham server. I could not miss drawing him. This au is simply gold sooooo am gonna list what we have so far (the ones i liked that is-)

After escaping the GIW by flying into the GIW's own portal Danny flies aimlessly in search of the far frozen to heal and rest. With a fresh wound on his throat and wearing the GIW's patented power suppression cuffs, Danny can't even speak let alone use most of his powers.

He can't even dodge as a natural portal opens right on top of him spitting him out in the void of space!

Shocked and stunned he can barely react when a man in a green suit flies up to meet him asking him if he needs help.

Danny is basically that stray cat you are trying to lure home with food and affection but they don't want to be inside.

Danny doesn't want to stay on earth the second he realizes staying in space is an option.

If he loses track of his physical body due to focusing on healing he can have more starry features

Like freckles that mirror the constellations he's currently interested in, Wispy hair that turns to mist at the very ends, His tail is comet like.

(I did not rly follow it exactly but nyeh *shrug*)

^ Without scars ^

GL "it would help with your recovery to be on a planet! heck even just a space station please kid I'm begging you"

Danny sheds his corporal form "S P A C E"

GL looks at Batman "How do I parent a feral child, all you robins were feral you gotta give me some advice"

Batman "hm"

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also, the GIW having a portal means yes they can follow once they local the signal from Danny's cuffs

They're hunting him and the GLs think "aw fuck these are poachers"

also, the GIW having a portal means yes they can follow once they local the signal from Danny's cuffs

Danny would be concerned, but these lanterns he found are pretty good at catching and keeping the guys in white at bay.

it is very amusing to watch them spout their backing of american laws in the middle of space where they are so far from their juristiction

^ With Scars & cuffs ^

Danny reverting to baby man communication mode and just

*chomp*

One of the Guardians of Oa is like "WTF is that?"

The lantern, holding Danny up simba style "A baby!"

"A baby what?"

***"god"***

(Freshly tried this new brush and have to say am absolutely in love with it!!)

#space police adopts feral alien child au #danny phantom #batpham #green lanter corps #danny fenton #dpxdc #star child #baby dany fenton #space suit #danny in space #batpham prompt #fanfic prompt #dpxdc prompts #feral danny #he will never leave space now that he is here #N E V E R #And will chomp anyone who tries to say othervise #lanterns would likk for the feral baby #theyre also so done with the baby not wanting to go to rest and heal

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heavenlyeros · 9 months

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this is sheepy ! she is very gentle and sleepy scoop of caramel sauce ice cream.

sheepy is hand sculpted out of polymer clay. i designed her for finger petting as a way to focus and stay grounded while working. she has smooth round surfaces and a soft pebbly texture, so she feels interesting to touch without being distracting or overstimulating.

she is rotund with golf ball inspired craters, like polka dot moon. her semi-glossy varnish coat is applied with fingers for variation and texture, so she has patches of varied smoothness and texture. the marble effect comes from the mixed clay and the starry freckles are acrylic paint - so you can handle sheepy without worrying about smudges or scratches ! sheepy is waterproof too, because sometimes you need to pet your fleecy friend with cheeto fingers.

i love handmade figurines and art dolls but i am always a little sad to not handle them very much. so i am trying to make some that can be comforting everyday objects without losing out on the cuteness :)

#fimo #sculpture #sheep #polymer clay #figurine #fidget toy #stim toys #stimming #adhd #autism #cw trypophobia #i don't know if that is the correct tag to use here #clusters of holes #???#please let me know if you know

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kryptid-writes · 11 months

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Chapter 6 - A Lesson in Enochian

After a troubling discovery, Y/N receives a lesson in Enochian from Castiel.

(2k)

The morning glow shines brightly on my small wings, no bigger than 12 inches, the light reflecting off each glossy white feather. I twirl around, my bare feet dancing on the moss that squishes between my toes. The white flowy dress I wear, flares out around my hips, flowing with the wind as I carelessly spin in endless circles.

Drops of water fall from the sky, landing on my face, dress, and wings. The rain starts off slow and light, but quickly picks up speed until it’s practically pouring. The water drenches me like a cleansing bath.

“Look at you my love. You’re simply divine.” Lucifer appears from behind an aged oak tree, slinking to my side. He snakes his arms around my waist and pulls me close. His wings wrap around the both of us like an ethereal cocoon, keeping us dry and safe from the rain.

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My eyes drift open to the view of a dark bedroom that I had dozed off in just hours before. I look up at the gray popcorn ceiling, a style that should’ve been left in the 50’s if it were up to me. The heavy breathing to my left reminds me that I had not fallen asleep on my own, my limbs still draped over his muscular body.

He’s still dressed in jeans and a buttoned up shirt from the day before.

I look up at the hunter by my side, his eyes closed and mouth slightly ajar.

The stubble on his jaw frames his face perfectly. His cheeks peppered with freckles like the starry constellations in a beautiful night sky.

I must admit that he is even more beautiful up close.

His face is usually serious, eyebrows furrowed in thought, but he looks rather peaceful like this.

I take a look at his wrist watch, it reads 3:00am on the dot. Carefully, I remove my arms and leg from his side and slowly roll out of bed, my feet landing on the cold wooden floor. I mindlessly fidget with the buttons on the oversized red plaid flannel wrapped around my body that still smells of Dean. The fabric falls just below my hips, riding up my exposed thigh. Goosebumps tickle my skin from the cool night air.

The dull ache in my upper back draws me to investigate myself in the bathroom mirror. I turn to my side and unbutton the top of my flannel, letting it slip down my shoulders, revealing my bare skin. Between my shoulder blades, where the dull ache resides, two protrusions poke through the bruised and slightly bloody skin of my back. They were jaggedly breaking through the ripped skin, about a half inch of it exposed on either side. It resembles rigid bone, thick and white, yet surprisingly hollow. I reached my hand behind my back, running my fingers over the bones, sending a shiver of pain and pleasure down my spine, evidently extremely sensitive. They move slightly in reaction to my touch, acting as if it has a mind of its own.

What the actual fuck is happening to me?

Pictures of my dream flit across my mind, but I take a deep breath and push the unnerving thought from my head.

Glancing over the messy pile of spilled clothes on the floor, I grab a pair of boxers and thick gray sweatpants that are far too big for me, and quickly change into them. I tie the drawstring extra tight into a neat little bow and roll the cuffs up my leg until I can actually see my feet, and walk without tripping. It’s an unflattering look on me but it will have to do for now.

I take one last look at Dean's sleeping form. I wonder what a man like him dreams of and what I wouldn’t give to see him in my dreams for a change. I exit the room and slowly close the door behind me, careful not to make a noise.

At this time, everyone in the bunker is likely in a deep sleep. Everything is very quiet, the only sound is the light pitter patter of the pads of my feet on the floor and the soft buzz of the hallway lights.

I retrace my steps from the day before, dragging my fingers along the rough brick wall and find myself in the kitchen. I rummage through a few of the cabinets, standing on my tiptoes to reach them, before finding what I was searching for: Jack Daniels Whiskey. I pour myself a generous glass and walk further into the bunker until I reach the big library I awoke in days ago.

The room is impractically dark and eerily silent, setting me on edge. I quietly pull out a chair, the faint sound of wood scratching against wood echoed off the walls, and take my seat with a sigh of relief. I sit in silence, soaking up the absolute darkness and take a sip of my Whiskey. The liquid leaves a delightful burn down my throat, a warm tingle following close behind.

I reach for the reading lamp I remember seeing in the middle of the table and flip the switch on with a click. My vision is temporarily blinded as the bright light clashes with my dilated pupils. Once my eyes are adjusted, I jump at the sight of Castiel sitting perfectly still in the seat across from me.

“Jesus Christ, Castiel! You scared the shit out of me!” I yelp, running my hand over my face, pinching the bridge of my nose.

“What are you doing up? It is my understanding that humans need sleep at this hour.” He stares at me confused, his head slightly cocked to the side in a dog-like fashion. “Although you’re not technically human anymore, are you?”

“I uh, I don't know. I’m not feeling particularly tired.” I take another swig of my whiskey and close my eyes, concentrating on the pleasant sensation instead of the awkward line of questioning.

“Interesting.” He stares at me, seemingly lost in thought.

I roll my eyes, not particularly enjoying the feeling of being treated like some experiment for him to watch unfold. “Hey, uh, do you think Sam and Dean have any books on angels?” I ask, looking around, eager to learn as much as I can while I have access to their unique library.

“Certainly.” His eyes land on the pile of books and loose papers messily strewn across the table. It seems that Sam has already been doing his fair share of research on the subject.

I give him an appreciative nod and pick up the nearest book. The large book is leatherbound and cracked down the spine, appearing to be written long before I was born. The title is engraved in bulky silver text in a language I don't recognise. Just below the title is a sticky note taped to the cover that reads, Angels Through History.

Seems like a good place to start.

I open the book, painfully aware of Castiel's unrelenting stare. The pages are stained a blotchy yellow color from age and smells of the delightful scent that old books give off. The text however is written in the same language as the cover. I squint my eyes at the weird symbols for letters that seem akin to gibberish. There are little notes scribbled sporadically in English along the cliff notes reading, “God's first creation”, “Celestial beings of light”, “Fierce warriors”, “Archangels”. The rest of the page I find frustratingly and completely unreadable.

“It’s written in Enochian,” he states, grabbing my attention. “The language of the angels.”

“Oh,” I reply, both intrigued and disappointed. My eyes wander back to the page, scanning the text over and over like it would help me to understand.

In the blink of an eye, Castiel is sitting in the chair next to me, scooching uncomfortably close, our knees touching under the table. I flinch at the sudden intrusion before shifting to the side, allowing him better access to the book. It’s apparent this angel has no regard for personal space, not that Lucifer did either.

“Allow me.” He slides the book to sit perfectly in the middle of us. “Ahem,” He clears his throat before starting from the top of the page. “Angels, warriors and messengers of God, the first of his creations.”

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Cas and I sat there for hours as he read nearly the whole book to me in his soothing, gravelly voice. He described how the angels were created, what their purpose is, the ranks of angels in heaven. The part that really interested me though, is the tale of God, Lucifer, and Michael. While the book painted Lucifer as a villain, part of me could empathize with what he had done. Part of me felt pity for the fallen angel. Part of me could relate to his fall from grace.

I hadn’t even noticed the time that had passed until the bunker lights were flicked on by a very tired and still half asleep Dean. He yawns and rubs his eyes before opening them and turning his attention to Cas and me.

We sat at the table, our chairs moved as close as possible, leaning over the book. His arm resting on the back of my chair, his shoulder touching mine.

He squints at us for a few seconds.

What was that look on his face? Perhaps a hint of jealousy?

“Good morning love birds,” he says sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

I clear my throat and scoot my chair to the side, putting a couple inches of distance between us. “Castiel was just teaching me about the history of angels,” I explain.

Castiel doesn’t respond, unintentionally painting us as guilty.

Awkward silence hangs in the air as Dean's eyes suspiciously shift between the two of us.

“Right, well who wants coffee?” I ask, clumsily standing from my chair.

Dean half heartedly raises his hand in agreement.

I give him an affectionate smile and a polite nod before turning to the angel, tilting my head in question.

“That’s very kind of you, but no. It all tastes like molecules to me.”

I furrow my brows, his response taking me aback. I suppose that makes sense for an angel, but not something I had suspected. If I truly am turning into some sort of angel hybrid, I pray that I don’t lose my taste, I can’t imagine living without the flavor of my bitter whiskey.

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Arriving at the kitchen, it seems that Sam had the same idea. The rumble of the coffee brewer and the smell of fresh grounds fill the room. Sam is already showered, dressed, and wide awake, clearly much more of a morning person then his older brother.

“Morning Sammy!” Dean says, patting his shoulder, then taking a seat at the table.

Sam nods in acknowledgement.

I follow suit, taking the seat next to him, our knees touching ever so slightly under the table. My face flushes a light shade of pink, recalling the memories of our bodies tangled together last night and how much I enjoyed being close to him.

Sam pours the three of us coffee in matching black mugs that reads, Men of Letters, and sits across from us.

Castiel stands by the table, hovering close by, as he often does.

The brothers and their angel start discussing anomalies Sam had seen in the paper that morning. A woman reported the appearance and sudden disappearance of a man in her house, a group of teens that have gone missing into the woods, and the remains of a teacher found dead with mysterious lacerations in his chest. They debate what or who may have been responsible and whether there may be a case there for them.

After a while all their voices blend together, becoming a blurred background noise. I subtly reach behind my back and run my fingers over the protrusions between my shoulder blades that poke at my baggy flannel. Surprisingly, they seem to have grown almost a full inch in just under 6 hours. The bones shift and flutter under my fingers, extremely sensitive to my touch. My mind can’t help but replay Lucifer's words rolling off his forked tongue, “simply divine.”

Lucifer. I wonder what he’s doing at this moment. Does he miss me? More importantly, do I miss him?

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rorywritesjunk · 6 days

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Brain rot because allergies got me. And I had thoughts while building a dresser at work today and how I literally swapped Sunny and Buggy's gender for the Swap AU when I should have just had it be female Buggy with female Sunny because the thing to me is...absolutely nothing changes except Buggy's a girl. Brace yourself for teen lesbians.

They meet in Lougetown (because I am a fan of that au I wrote lmao) and Buggy is a mess but this nice girl is being kind to her, offers her a meal, is just so sweet and isn't asking for anything in return. They spend a few days together as Sunny is in town with her boss for a client and Sunny feels a pull to this girl. She thinks she's so pretty and handsome at the same time and admittedly gets a little giggly and blushes when Buggy comes out of the bathroom with a towel around her waist, grumbling about her hair taking forever to dry.

They part on acceptable terms, only to reconnect multiple times as Buggy visits her work with a new captain, earning money to start her own crew. Sunny is super supportive of her friend, though she finds herself getting sad every time she has to say bye to Buggy but she doesn't notice how Buggy looks at her with confusion and sadness in her eyes whenever they part ways.

Both girls don't quite understand why they get butterflies in their stomachs or why it feels like electricity coursing between them whenever they hold hands. Buggy thinks Sunny's the prettiest thing she's ever seen and Sunny finds Buggy to be handsome and charming and silly.

One visit Sunny decides to take her out for crepes. Buggy licks some chocolate off Sunny's cheek. She returns the favor by kissing Buggy on the cheek. Both are red in the face and finish their crepes in silence.

They tiptoe around feelings for an entire year, not sure what these feelings are. Buggy is pretty sure she's fallen in love with Sunny but she knows Sunny wouldn't feel the same way. She's seen how men flirt with Sunny whenever they've gone out. What if Sunny doesn't feel the way?

And Sunny's has met folks who know Buggy by chance! When they find out how she knows their blue haired friend, they encourage Sunny because honestly, they want to know Buggy is happy and this pretty girl with blonde hair and freckles will probably make it so.

Sunny has to wait months before seeing Buggy again and getting word her ship was attacked and there were no survivors breaks Sunny's heart. She cries, is in denial, grieves, everything. When she returns home for a family reunion she pretends everything is fine but her parents aren't dumb. She puts on a brave face and returns to her apprenticeship.

And it's another few months until Buggy shows up, looking a little thinner, tired, scratched up, but looking smug as she greets Sunny who wasn't prepared for this but after wiping Buggy's face clean of the crepe, she realized she couldn't let Buggy leave again without her knowing how she's finding herself starting to feel so...

She kisses Buggy.

On the lips.

And ignores her nose honking.

Buggy is mortified by what her nose just did but she isn't able to pull back from Sunny because she's holding Buggy too tightly.

Both are flushed and starry eyed when they finally break the kiss.

Buggy's certain she's going to marry this girl and Sunny, honestly, feels the same.

#not a fic #swap au #kind of #buggy's older sister au #sunny x buggy #buggy the clown #buggy the Clown x oc #buggy x oc

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pevensiechase · 15 days

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Sleeping Beauty's Wine Aunt

In honor of this post by @sardonic-sprite, I started fanart for "wine aunt merriweather" (also, I spelled merryweather wrong)

Sprite, I wanted to wait until you got back on tumblr so it wouldn't crowd your inbox, but now that you're back...here ya go!

I messed around with three variations.

(TW alcohol)

^This one is glowing freckles but without the flowy arm-sleeve things

^This one is arm-sleeves but no glowy freckles

^ and this one is arm-sleeves WITH freckles

I really leaned into the celestial-fashion vibe, taking inspiration from Milan fashion portfolios and the starry dress and jewelry.

Her face is based on Italian actress Anna Magnani because I wanted her to have those Italian features like a strong bone structure. (Also, Sprite, one of my friends was ECSTATIC when I was telling her about this project because she's Italian and was like "I want an Italian Disney princess!")

ANYWAY I had SO MUCH FUN drawing her, I hope you like her! (And of course, she's gotta have the fancy wine glass)

#alexa's takes #sprite wrote #sprite's novel #alexa creates

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vinnoa-articles · 10 months

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Roaring Waves

[Image by Eiichiro Oda]

Rating: Anyone

Word count: 1,799

Type: Angst

Characters: reader (anyone), Portgas D. Ace

Trigger warnings/content: Spoilers! Drowning, death, friendship, lost, swearing

He was free, or at least his soul seemed free as he rode the waves on his board. Black locks flowing behind him. His sun kissed skin glistening as the sun sets on his whitebeard tattoo on his back. It was breathtaking, just seeing him laughing as he was dancing on the sea’s foam. He was your light, inspired by his huge grin, that was brighter than the sun itself. You were lost in thought when he came back around. Snapping his fingers in front of your eyes. His starry freckles peppered his face, pairing with his smile. It was contagious, his smile, his laugh, and his actions.

“Oi, OI” you feel something hot right near your lashes that makes you jump back, nearly falling off the edge into the water. You yelp and touch your lashes to make sure none of them got burnt off, giving that sunny boy a scowl to remember.

“Ace boy, you can’t do that shit! You know I can’t swim!” You hissed at him. The fireboy laughed as he sat right next to you on the edge of the bay, seeing your reaction was always his favorite part about his adventure at this moment. Tilting his hat back so you could clearly see his skin glowing. You weren’t sure if it was the water, the sun or just his devil fruit powers that was doing it, but something was captivating about it. It made you want to be friends with him, and he made an impact on the village you were from. He got rid of the marines, and even seemed to speak to a “Garp” or “Raleigh” or some old boomer, but he must have power in high places. No matter though, it should be okay to relax a little.

“Oh you CAN swim, you just prefer not to in case the sea creatures come around and devour you,” he laughed while leaning on the back of his palms. You grumbled a bit and glared at him a little.

“Okay you falling into the sea and for me to save your ass was not part of the agenda,” you jabbed at his head, making his hat cover his eyes. You heard a slight growl from him as he returned the jab to your cheek.

“Oh yeah? Well, I didn’t have to kick the sea creature’s ass for you while you were skipping rocks y/n!” As you two start to exchange some finger jabs at each other, you both finally stare at each other and laugh. It was stupid, but you were right, without each other someone would have gotten severely hurt, even dead. “Hey now, I am grateful you picked me up from the sea”. You gave a slight nod to reciprocate the same feeling. The subtle breeze was amazing against your face, and tickling your ears as if it was whispering secrets.

“I mean Ace, you sure you don’t want to wait here and just take a load off? I know Whitebeard might be waiting for you. But-” you looked at the red sun, almost sinking into the depths of the sea, as if it was signaling Ace’s departure soon.

“You know, I may be strong, but I need to find the One Piece before my brothers do y/n”, huffing it out as he stood up on the edge. His hands in his pockets, fishing out a piece of paper that was wiggling in the air.

“You mean Sabo and Luffy? I mean, they may come here. You never know!” You glance up at his toned figure, how does he stay so fit. Sometimes you wonder if his powers help him burn the calories, but then again, he is a pirate as well and he has fought big names. Crazy how he manages to do it, and hearing the lore of his brothers doing the same makes your mind wonder what if I had devil-fruit powers. Maybe you could have helped your village from the marines instead of Ace. However, the village never knew he was a pirate. They detested pirates as for years and years, many have come to see a pone? A big square rock, but I have no idea if it even rests here. I have seen it in a cave, but it's nothing interesting. Even Ace saw it and said not to worry about it, as long as I don’t speak a word about it to anyone. That I could trust his brother with this rock.

“True, but the seas call to me. Only you can get over your fear of the sea you know. You can’t join my crew, but if you get off this island, I feel like you could help people really well”. This is where you frowned. You truly didn’t feel like it, especially since all you had to do was ask Ace and he solved it within a day or two; by himself. You felt something land on your head, and it was Ace’s hat, you could still smell something burnt, but it was a smell for you to remember. He could tell you were not very convinced by his actions at all. “I guess I can give this to you,” he stated as he handed you something small. It was a piece of paper that looked the exact same as the one he was holding earlier. Perplexed, you looked at him dumbfounded. You raised your eyebrow, like really? “Oh I forgot, this is my vivre card. Its to show you where I am going, and when I get hurt”. Grasping the chit between your fingers, you observed it, moving in the opposite direction of the wind. It was true, it was following the direction of Ace’s movements.

“So does that mean you will leave soon?” You jump up, hoping he wouldn’t be leaving for a while. He shook his head in dismay, as if he did enjoy his time here, yet there were many islands and places that were just as good, if not similar to your village.

“Well, just know I will be back,” he stretched his arms up above his shoulders, then rolled his neck to make sure he was stretched around.

“Promise me? At least come back here before your brother gets here, you understand?” Trying to lock eyes with him to make sure he was a man of his word. He just nodded and chuckled.

“Yeah yeah, I will-” Ace turned his head to see your pinky extended out to him, making sure he would pinky-swear to come back. You could see some hesitation, but he grasped your pinky with his. It felt hot, as if your pinky would get soldered onto his. “Yes, I will come back before Luffy and Sabo.” You sighed a sense of relief. As you both release, you see him spring off the bay and onto his board. You felt a little sad, but knowing he was a man of his word, you knew he would come back. Yet why did you have a sense of dread building up in your heart, restlessness that couldn’t be settled. “Oi, you better not lose that card!”

“Could never fire boy!” You laughed while waving at him. “Bye Ace! Good luck!”

“Tell the Marines I am nearby at Banaro if they try to do something again!”

At least, that is what you remember from what happened days ago. You had your little sailboat out at sea, traveling because you heard that Ace was not at Banaro; the island next door. You heard about a big flame and black dust popping up. Yet there wasn’t any word about what happened. It was so hush-hush. Even newspapers refused to waste their paper on your little hometown because the population was so sparse. So, you decided to go out to sea. The vivre card leading which way Ace could have gone. It was slightly burnt, and that made you beyond worried. You weren’t going to let a new friend of yours get hurt when he was just fine not that long ago. Sitting on your boat, you could tell that the seas were restless from all the marine boats that would pass by. Afterall, you had no flag to show if you were a pirate, so many left you alone. You swam for fish here and there, but no deeper than that to avoid the truth of the depths of the seas. Then there was sound, a loud sound. Seeing it from a distance, you could see the sky was dark. There was yelling, screaming, and sounds of agony. You try to see what could be up ahead, and you see the markings. Impel Down; the infamous underwater prison where no criminal leaves alive. There was no way you wanted to get near that place, but the waves carried you closer and closer to the prison. The vivre card was moving a lot in the direction of the prison.

“No…no way”, you mutter. There was no way Ace was fighting with the marines here, right? Right? You see a huge ray of light burst over the walls. What could it have been? You row as fast as you can, closer and closer to the underwater dungeon. You felt your boat about to touch the base when-

“ACE” You heard a scream, and you didn’t recognize the voice. It felt frantic, even mortified. Who could it have been? You look at your vivre card, only for it to disintegrate in the palm of your hand. It's disappearing, no, it can’t be. Why is it-

You rush to get out of the boat, only to miss a beat and slip. Seeing a big gray rock coming straight to your face as you fall face first. What was this hot, yet cold feeling? It was as if Ace was hugging you, letting you know he would be back. Would he be? Your body feels so numb right now. You have to try and swim like he said, so he could keep his promise of seeing you needed to swim, but you couldn’t. When did the water look so red and pretty? Similar to when the sun was sinking the day Ace left. Well, maybe you can sleep a little. You must have landed on the dock for sure. It hurts to breathe, but you know you will wake up and return home. Telling them how you went to the underwater prison and even touched the dock. They warned you time and time again, the seas were rough that it was dangerous.

You were living proof, right? My body feels heavy. Well, maybe later I will tell Ace how crazy it was for his vivre card to go up into flames. Like we did, we pinky-swore, near the roaring waves.

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ermine-57047 · 8 months

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I got a sunburn on Monday.

It hurts, but I've got some new freckles from it.

My arms and legs are covered in many moles and freckles. I'm quite fond of them. I often compare them to stars in the night sky. Because I love my starry skin.

I often think about how we're mirrors of the world around us. Our veins look like rivers and our nerves look like branches of trees.

I often forget how little area our planet encompasses, when thinking of these things, even though our blood is made red by the hearts of long-dead stars, and the ground on which we stand couldn't have existed without their sacrifice.

Then I see our likenesses in the cosmos. The eyes of nebulae, the veins of star clusters, the moles of sunspots, how even solar systems resemble the hundreds of thousands of sexdecillions of atoms they're made from.

All this time, I was thinking that we simply reflect the stars, older and bigger than us and our meager comprehension.

Now, I look at the inverted constellations painted across my skin by the star that gives us life, and feel a tearful sense of wonder as I realize that the cosmos reflects us just as much.

So, how's your day going?

#te rambles #this post already has 10k to me but i haven't even posted it yet #cosmic wonder

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willowmaidsworld · 5 months

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The snake and the stars

I've been writing this rather sad fanfic for a little while. I began before the s3 announcement. While everyone is happy, here I am, spreading depression again! Enjoy! (@macaronicoffee and @suplikdandelion there you have it!)

The balmy night was freckled with stars. Thousands of the shone down on earth, winking and stretching their rays out, the belt of Milky Way laid on the cushion of dark blue sky. Only a dark silhouette of trees and grass obscured the sky.

The angel and a demon laid on a blanket together. The nights in the south were warm these days and it was so tempting to just take a picnic blanket, start the Bentley, drive to the meadows, and lay there. Sometimes they would talk, sometimes they would stay silent.

Tonight, they admired the sky. Crowley’s snake eyes mirrored the stars. When he first watched the stars, he didn't have these eyes. They were a souvenir, a reminder of his Fall. Everyday he would look at the world with his snake eyes and everyday he would remember, what happened and what they took from him. What he went through and what he became.

“Isn't the sky beautiful today?” asked Aziraphale. Crowley nodded. Aziraphale felt the warmth of his body next to him.

“Angel...” Crowley whispered. Aziraphale could feel his hands shifting and shaking.

“Mhm?” smiled Aziraphale.

“Could- could you...” Crowley’s voice was shaking, he was struggling to get the words out. “…tell me what you see?”

Aziraphale looked once at the sky and once at Crowley. He took his cold and sweaty hand into his. Crowley hesitated at first but then he calmed himself down. Everything is fine, everything is alright, he told himself.

“I like nights like these,” said Aziraphale, unsure how to start. “It’s the light breeze, the warm darkness of the night, it embraces you, it cradles you. We could just lay in a night like this, and everything would be perfect. Nothing to worry about. Just us and the present. I like that.

And above us would be the dome of stars. Thousands of them shining down, more than we could ever count! The starry sky would be the roof above our heads, the tall grass our bed. That would be enough for me.

How beautiful it would be to have the sky just like this every night! Could you imagine that? I don’t think I would ever get tired of stars. But the stars are different tonight. They seem to shine more brightly, there seems to be more of them. Like white specs drizzled on the sky. Or little silver nails that hold the velvety night fabric in place.” Crowley's hand stopped shaking, he was now holding tightly Aziraphale’s hand.

“Do you know what I always imagined that stars are?” Aziraphale remained silent for a moment. He was saying what came to his mind without a plan, or without any expectations. He was filling in the silence with tender words. “I like to picture stars are the lights on lighthouses, or the lights of far away houses, or lanterns that lead you through the darkness. Stars are guiders, I believe. They guide us home.”

Aziraphale looked at Crowley. He laid there, tears streaming down his cheeks. “What’s wrong?” asked Aziraphale whispering. Had he done something?

“Snakes can’t see stars, angel.”

#good omens #neil gaiman #good omens 2 #aziracrow #aziraphale #crowley #fanfic #gomens #gomens 2 #good omens fanfiction #good omens fanwork #good omens fandom

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1000-rat-corpses · 10 months

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As close to my Azem as I could get without chopping off the ears I guess. I also imagine his eyes would be purple with pink outer rings but this also works, since his name is Astraios and the two colored eyes are very reminiscent of binary stars like Albireo. And yes his starry freckles glow in the dark and I will kill someone about it.

#literally that starry freckles mod almost was like it was made for me #ffxiv

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whirligig-girl · 1 year

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some sketches

This week I dealt with a couple days where my room, and thus PC, lacked power. My lights worked but every other outlet was dead and needed a repair. With few distractions and not much else to do, I spent my time drawing. Here’s what I drew:

Image ID: green-tinted black & white sketch of a steampunk rocketship with large propellant tanks, round superstructure, solar boiler and heliograph. Ensign Guz, a slimegirl with gooey hair and a Star Trek Lower Decks style starfleet uniform, is looking up at the rocket with big starry eyes. She says, “It’s beautiful...” End Image ID.

Image ID: Sketch: D’vana Tendi, a woman with freckles and a short undercut hair style, is holding up the disembodied head of Guz. Tendi looks attentive and worried, whereas Guz merely looks flushed and embarassed. Her slime-hair is dripping. Tendi says “Guz! Are you okay?” and Guz says “Uh... just a little light-headed?” End ID.

Image ID: Sketch of Guz, smiling, looking up just above the viewer, and is sticking her tongue out playfully. She is seen from the shoulders up, the rest of her body is just a puddle of goo. A starfleet delta-shield combadge is partly submerged in the goo where her chest would be. End ID.

Image ID: Sketch of Guz, but rendered as a human instead of a slimegirl, with apparently real hair, freckles, irises in her eyes, and lipstick. A tiny doodle of Captain Carol Freeman, a black woman with dreadlocs, is explaining to her, “the paint will wear off in 6 hours or so. Remember to be careful with your wig, and don’t let anyone touch your skin!” Guz stares wide-eyed at her and is slightly frowning. She says, “Are you sure about this?“ Freeman responds, “This undercover mission is very important! You’re the only one who can seep through the walls without transporters.” End Image ID.

Image ID: Lisdolin Kerman, a Kerbal from Kerbal Space Program, has a very large head and a very small body with long arms that are crossed over her chest. She is looking at the viewer and smiling. her face has only large bulding eyes and a mouth, with no nose or ears. She has three freckles and short wavy hair with messy bangs. She is wearing a starfleet uniform, and the delta-shield combadge looks comically large on her. She says, “Presenting... the U.S.S. Better Cerritos, NCC-75567-A.“ Next to her is an image of the USS Cerritos from Lower Decks, a starship with a circular saucer section and two long warp nacelles underneath, but with six additional warp nacelles of various sizes added to it. Below it are starfleet engineers Guz and Rutherford, who are looking forward incredulously. Guz says, “Where’s the impulse engines?” Lisdolin: “Don’t need ‘em.” Sam Rutherford, a dark skinned man with a mohawk and a rectangular cybernetic implant on his left eye. says, “Where’s the engine room?” Lisdolin: “One per nacelle.” End ID.

This last one I actually drew today while my brother was at a Barber Shop getting a hair cut. I thought, “wouldn’t it be funny if...”

Image ID: Sketch of Guz sitting in a barber shop with a tarp over her uniform. The barber, a middle-aged man who has andorian antenna and a bolian facial ridge, is looking at the slime on Guz's head with confusion. He is holding up her goo-hair and it runs through his fingers. He is holding up scissors with goo on them with his other hand. He says: "What on Bolius & Andor is THIS?" Guz looks a little disappointed at that reaction. End Image ID.

#Eaurp Guz #Star Trek #Star Trek Lower Decks #Lower Decks #Original Character #bolian #andorian #Sam Rutherford #KSP #Kerbal #rocket #spaceship #Cerritos #starship

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