#;wind threads

[minhomp]

signal fire | open starter

let superminho save you from a fire

The city was ablaze, flames licking at the buildings and smoke filling the air. Amidst the chaos, Minho stood tall, his eyes fixed on the inferno before him.

He was the son of Njord, and the flames seemed to dance in his presence, drawn by an invisible wind. With a deep breath, he steadied himself and prepared to enter the burning building.

As a firefighter, he had faced many dangers before, but nothing could have prepared him for the intensity of this blaze. The heat was unbearable, and the flames seemed to consume everything in their path.

But Minho was determined to save as many lives as he could. With each step, he felt the power of his heritage coursing through his veins, giving him the strength to push through the flames.

He burst into a room, his eyes scanning for any signs of life. And there, huddled in a corner, was a person, huddled in fear.

The demigod rushed towards them, his arms reaching out to guide them to safety. "Come on," he said, his voice steady and reassuring. "I'll get you out of here."

[torpublishinggroup]

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Rakesfall by @adamantine

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Running Close to the Wind by @ariaste

In this queer pirate fantasy, Avra Helvaçi has accidentally stolen the single most expensive secret in the world. To avoid capture, he flees to the open sea, where only his on-again, off-again ex aka pirate Captain Teveri az-Ḥaffār can help him survive, profit, and become a legend.

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Something evil is buried deep in the desert. It wants your body and wears your skin. Welcome to Camp Resolution, a queer conversion center where everyone leaves a different person. In 1995, seven queer teens were abandoned here by their parents, but survived. Sixteen years later, they’re scarred and broken, but back to face an evil that threatens the world. 

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Can’t Spell Treason Without Tea by @rebeccathornewrites

Can one of the Queen’s private guard and the most powerful mage in existence leave their lives behind to settle down in their new bookshop that serves tea? This cozy fantasy is steeped in sapphic romance and nestled on the edge of dragon country. 

The Fragile Threads of Power by V. E. Schwab

Once there were four worlds, nestled like pages in a book, each pulsing with fantastical power and connected by a single city: London. After a desperate attempt to prevent corruption and ruin in the four Londons, there are only three. Now the worlds are going to collide anew—brought to a dangerous precipice by the discoveries of three remarkable magicians.

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This is a story about misplaced faith, complicated love, so much self-loathing, and yeah—giant robots. Plugged into his AI god when its apocalyptic corruption renders him unfortunately immortal, sad gay disaster Sunai takes a die-again-or-die-trying approach to things. Unending life’s tough when intimacy is somehow scarier even than either of the warring police states set on turning you into a weapon or the rogue undead mecha-fragment of your old god that wants to eat you. 

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[2001hz]

Kazu Toki: 'Wind, Moon and Flower' (1989)

Five layers of fabric been woven on a handloom (opposite), using the five different colored threads traditional in japan together with fiber optic, used in the industry as a transmitter of light. 'Pushing', 'polishing'or 'slashing' the fabric shifts the fibres to create the ambiguous shimmenng shapes. The artist worked on this piece in collaboration with the weaving studio Nozakiorisho Inc. and the textile company Toray Inc.

[le4ves-1n-the-w1nd]

Of Wind and Wrath and the Pride Between

Leaf leaned back against the cave wall, the cool stone soothing some of the pain. Various bottles of alcohol were scattered around him, most drained completely.

Misty-liquid blood leaked from his arm stump from where he had been untangling Danny's voice from. In his lap was a pile of ethereal string still connected to his shoulder.

He had lied Rory just a little. He wasn't done, but he just couldn't do it anymore. It hurt too badly. There was no amount of alcohol in the world that could numb this pain. And with his allergy, he couldn't use pain medication.

So he was stuck here, three sheets to the wind and wracked with pain fucking Lucifer, bastard fuckwad

He hadn't meant to. Take their voices, he means. It was an accident. He didn't even know he even had that power to begin with. He... He had been scared. It was the first time in three decades that something had physically hurt him.

He threads his fingers through the vibrant green threads, hearing wordless whispers of a soothing voice. It was nice, Danny's voice, but Rory's was better.

It was a soothing rumble that he could feel in his bones. Probably because it was wrapped around his bones. It wasn't going to be fun to get out... And he was probably going to have to do it himself. The thought made him sick.

More wispy blood floats down to the cave floor.

(( @d3vils-in-th3-d3tails ))

[spookcataloger]

A Phantom Fart (2017)

[queenofmoons67]

Title: "stitching up the loose threads of his soul"

Fandom: Linked Universe, Hyrule Warriors

Rated: T

Relationships: Warriors & the Chain, Warriors & Time & Wind

Tags: Warriors-centric, Chain as brothers, Warriors angst, hurt Warriors, hurt/comfort, identity porn, identity reveal, blood and violence, surgery, alternate universe - different first meeting, medic Warriors, Warriors meets the Chain

Warnings: Graphic descriptions of violence, some cursing

Summary: After years of war picking up medical knowledge—how to stem bleeding, prevent sepsis, ease a passing—Link wants nothing more than to settle into Hyrule Castle as part of her hospital staff. Zelda is, perhaps, far more understanding of his desire than he deserves, and it’s going well until the day eight strangers bring a quest to his doorstep.

[voidcat]

You and your annoying uni friend slash occasional roommate Endo who likes to crash at your place unprompted and unannounced at random times. Despite your pouts and groans you enjoy his presence as much as he does.

He’s an impressive artist with wonderful line work, his newest works always has you waiting to see the end result, watching with great focus as he works on them on your floor in the dead of the night

And he’s great company too. A beer cracked open, snacks all around and it’s just the two of you shittalking others, gossiping and being mean just because you can and oh—

is it not fun to spend time with him like that- to the point he has become perhaps the closest to you. Each others confidants, secret keepers, the number one victim to drag when the other one is trying something new or going to a new place.

So it’s no surprise when you whine about how boring and lonely things have gotten lately and you just miss a good ol heated making out session. Maybe a little handsy if türe feeling up to it, maybe even a little grinding if the night looks promising.

Before the two of you know, your hot breaths are all over each other, Endo’s hands at both sides, pulling you into his lap with strength and pressing you against that aching spot in his pants just to relieve himself as you bite into his neck and mark him up in red

[froidefille]

Day 23: a crossover or AU fic

📚 All These Winding Threads by Anonymous

Draco/Harry, 35k, E

written for @hd-erised

Summary:

The tides of Draco’s accidental magic pull him under and leave him gasping. There’s a hungry ache that sits deep in his bones, growing worse every day. Soon it’s all he’ll be, a starving skeleton clawing at its throat. He needs a solution. Unfortunately, that solution looks an awful lot like Harry Potter.

I hope to God that Hogwarts Eighth Year counts as an AU because I just HAD TO include this fic. And while it’s still anonymous no less!

As you know from my day 7 rec I absolutely adore bond fics – and this one de-li-vers. It has all the elements of the trope – the forced proximity, the resulting change of dynamics, the h/c in between, the yearning later on!

The boys are actually pretty mature in this characterisation so they get over themselves relatively quickly (not without hiccups of course, not with our Harry dearest responding to Draco coming out as gay with "That's nice" xd Which is why I used the word mature; I guess you can be that and still completely clueless xd).

Relationship angst aside, we get to focus on the plot and the mistery of the magic exchange between Harry and Draco. And what an alluring take on magical theory it takes! It reminded me of Beholden by @faith2wood (which I have recced as my day 12 fic) and I mean it as a huge complement <3

One more aspect of the writing I have to highlight is the delightful way the boys feel each other’s magic is described:

His magic is a cool breeze on Draco’s cheeks.

It has his heart rabbiting, a sudden swell of magic rising in his chest. It’s less a roar this time and more a crashing wave, rushing up his spine and across his shoulders, drawing blood to his cheeks. He tries to breathe with it and finds he can—an easy breath that feels soothing in his lungs.

Potter’s magic, filling the air again now that he’s close, feels horribly like crawling into his bed at home.

His presence is like standing with your eyes closed in the warm spring air and still knowing exactly where the sun is.

And then they refer to it as „their” magic and suddenly they can feel each other’s emotions and SHARE DREAMS and I am melted into the floor. Now imagine the sex scenes with all the magic between them. You’re welcome ^^

Quotes and spoilers under the cut as I was live-commenting this fic as I was reading, I have to do this more often!

Thank you once again for the prompt @hprecfest and see you in the next one! (I'm pretending I am not a week late with these ^^)

“Draco.” His name, gentle and cajoling, chills him. It was his mother who said it last, wasn’t it? I love you, Draco, half caught on a sob as they passed each other between trials “Something has happened to your magic.”

Was that really necessary 😭😭😭

Where the rest of the world still feels a touch too much, this is a too much he craves.

Draco bby 🤍

Potter’s anger flares into the room suddenly and Draco shivers at the heat it sends over his skin. Finally. “Why do you keep following me around?” “As it so happens, I’ll die if I don’t.” Potter’s jaw ticks. “You know that’s not what I mean.” “Then use the proper tense, Potter. I know you’re a bit dull, but—” He has Draco by his shirt collar in the next second, and Draco can’t help but grin. “There you are.”

*Soft Dom!Draco has entered the conversation*

“What are you looking for in the Forest?” “You cry in your sleep.”

Communication skills at your finest Harry, good job xd

Draco is on the cliff edge again. His bed is behind him, lonely, safe. Cold. And in front of him, staggering, terrifying: Potter.

Jump baby jump!!!

„No one to tuck you in and tell you how special you are?” Potter’s face falls, silence with it. Draco feels a sudden chord of pain in his magic. He swallows down the need to fix it.

Yes, please, fix it!!

They don’t breathe a word of it during the day, but the bags under Potter’s eyes are finally fading. Now, Draco simply lifts his duvet in offering when Potter comes out of the bathroom and he crawls in without a word, always a careful distance between them, always a studied silence until they both fall asleep.

Oh my, the “all is normal in daylight as long as we don’t talk about the in between ” 😅

„He doesn’t want to be whole if whole means not with Harry.”

😭

[justrustandstardust]

what do you think of other ships?

nanago, shokohime, sukugo, sugusho, etc.

i think that’s what they are— ships. stsg isn’t a ship because “shipping” implies you’re taking two characters and putting them together because the text doesn’t do it for you. that’s not the case with jjk; stsg isn’t a ship because their romance is already written into the text itself.

there’s no work for you to do because the story of jjk couldn’t have set sail without their relationship at its core. everyone else requires work because there’s no textual evidence, only conjecture; ergo, inviting the practice of “shipping” to create a connection between characters. stsg isn’t a ship, they just are— it’s up to you whether you choose to remain willfully blind or not.

[h0wt0sleep]

i combust every time nymphia does this little smirk/smile

[minhomp]

decompress | open starter

Minho leaps out of the truck, his equipment at the ready. The heat of the flames washes over him, but he wraps a gentle breeze around him as if to steel himself for the task ahead. He and his crew work together, using hoses and axes to beat back the fire and keep it from spreading.

It's hard, grueling work, but Minho doesn't falter. He knew that lives are at stake, and he was determined to do everything in his power to protect them. And in the end, their efforts pay off - the fire was contained, and everyone is safe.

As Minho returns to the fire station, exhausted but triumphant, he feels a sense of pride in what you do. Being a firefighter isn't just a job - it's a calling, a way to make a real difference in the world, or at least here on the island. He was at least smiling to himself as he followed the rest of the crew inside only to blink at the familiar, not-so-familiar figure hovering at the entrance.

"Hey, were you waiting for me?"

[celestial-sadgirl]

Having the absolute time of my life winding my embroidery thread from skeins to bobbins while watching D20’s A Starstruck Odyssey

Organization and tactile repetitive task?

Autism Win

[impossible-rat-babies]

Eyrie in 👘 for the screenshot meme?

eyrie doesn't have much of the traditional clothes they used to wear, sadly ;--; but it was a lot of natural materials--wool and leathers for keeping the warm in and water + cold out. a fair bit of layers to take on and off as the temperatures changed

[ffxiv screenshot meme]

[lanternlightss]

VENTI SISTER LORE BOOK ACQUIRED LETS GOOO

[bookshelvesandtealeaves]

✨ TOP 10 OF 2024 ✨

QOTD: What’s one of your favourite reads from 2024?

I’ve read 291 books this year and 67 of them have been 5 stars, so narrowing this down to just 10 is HARD. But also fun 😂

So here we are with my list of my top 10 reads you MUST add to your 2025 reading lists!

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Books pictured:

1. Voyage of the Damned by Frances White

2. Bookshops & Bonedust by Travis Baldree

3. The Fragile Threads of Power by VE Schwab

4. The Principle of Moments by Esmie Jikiemi-Pearson

5. Wind and Truth by Brandon Sanderson

6. Ghostsmith by Nicki Pau Preto

7. The Pairing by Casey McQuiston

8. The Atlas Complex by Olivie Blake

9. Get A Life, Chloe Brown by Talia Hibbert

10. You Should Be So Lucky by Cat Sebastian