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5577v · 11 months ago
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this is for the toddallace fans and the 3 other scott x todd enjoyers out there
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peppermintquartz · 6 months ago
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As he sits down at the table with his cake, Tommy says to Evan, "Hen and Karen are concerned."
Evan sets down his water glass. His big eyes are round with curiosity. "What about?"
"You."
"Me? Why?"
Tommy smiles indulgently. Evan doesn't quite get how important he is in other people's lives, it seems. He cuts a mouthful of cake and eats it. Evan's gaze goes to the cake and he sighs longingly.
"Because I am your first boyfriend," Tommy says after he swallows, "and they want to be sure that I'm not taking advantage of you. It's sweet." His brow creases slightly. "Also terrifying. Remind me never to get on their bad side."
Grinning, Evan says, "I'll put it on our calendar." He leans closer and whispers, "What did they say to you?"
"Well, they wanted to know my intentions regarding a certain young man," Tommy replies, equally quietly, his gaze taking in every detail on Evan's face. "If I am honorable-"
"What? You have a medal!" Evan interrupts.
"-which is what I said too." Tommy stifles a laugh. "Anyway. I told them that I'm following your lead." Glancing around, Tommy sees that his former captain is at the far end of the station, and carefully reaches for Evan's left hand. The amused smile on his own face changes to a serious one. "And I am going wherever you want, however fast you want, okay? If you need us to slow down, we'll slow down."
With a soft, affectionate smile, Evan turns his hand over to squeeze Tommy's fingers. "If I don't know where I'm going, will you guide me?"
"Of course." Tommy risks pressing a gentle kiss to Evan's knuckles. Old-fashioned, which always makes Evan's ears turn a sweet pink. Tommy thinks about their hands, together, and dares to think a little about a distant future.
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EDIT: now on AO3
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vingler-mirror · 2 months ago
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So let's talk about the lyrics Isolde and Kakania were singing at the end of "Through the Glass"!
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As the story described, Isolde was singing a part of the opera "Tristan und Isolde," specifically the part where Isolde is waiting for her rendezvous with Tristan.
In this part, Isolde ignores the calling of horns that signals the arrival of King Marke—the king she's supposed to marry—, insisting that it's just the rustling of the wind or the trickling of the stream, even though her maid tells her over and over that it IS the sound of the horns and the king is nearby.
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In our Isolde case, I think we can interpret the call of horns as symbolizing the reality that Isolde doesn't hear—or rather, doesn't want to hear. Because "the calling of horns does not sound so sweet" compared to "the silence of the night" (the peaceful dream she doesn't want to wake up from), and the promise of meeting with "He who is waiting for me in the silence of the night," which—I think we can agree—is Kakania in her dream.
And unlike the "run away with me, Cavaradossi" scene, this time Kakania responded with her part!
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Or at least... in the loose sense of it, because the part Kakania chose to sing skipped a lot of events ahead from Isolde's part, which is very interesting! Isolde's lines are from Act 2, while Kakania's are from Act 3: after the king catches Tristan and Isolde in the middle of their rendezveous, Tristan gets stabbed by his betraying friend, and he wakes up with a severe injury that will kill him very soon.
I think this might be intentional—to symbolize that Isolde is stuck in the past, in the happiest moments of her life, while Kakania is facing the reality of the present, in the aftermath of everything that has happened to them.
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Unlike Isolde, who sang her part faithfully to the opera, Kakania took the full creative liberty of only singing a few lines from Tristan's part and straight up skipping the rest of it. Which is a bit disappointing at first (the time she actually played along with the opera act and she didn't even do it properly, smh), but this means that every single line she sang was deliberately chosen to convey what she wanted to say to Isolde!
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I interpreted the first part of the lines as her expressing how lost she felt after the Storm washed away their era. She fully expected to get reversed by the Storm to atone for her sins, and now that she's left as the only survivor, she has no place nor people to return to. Her life, her purpose, the dream she worked on all her life, and the people she strived that dream for... all gone. She no longer knows where she's standing in the world and what lies ahead for her.
We can also interpret this as Kakania responding to Isolde, who was singing and waiting for Kakania as her "Tristan," saying that she can't meet her in fear of triggering Isolde's trauma and making her condition worse.
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And the second part... is Kakania's resolve, that even if everything has changed, even if she's stranded with no era to return to, she will still stay on her path of striving to the betterment of the world, of trying to fix "the cracked mirror" no matter how fragile and broken it is. Back then, by fighting for the rights of arcanists and the other "outsiders" in Vienna, and now by doing all she can to help with the Storm.
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...and this also means goodbye. Because Isolde chose to stay in the past, and Kakania, who took a different path, respected Isolde's wish and headed on alone into the future.
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But goodbyes don't always last forever. And as Kakania said at the end of her story:
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quinngefail · 10 days ago
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So unfortunately I have this fuck ass anxiety disorder. And thus I also have this need to justify everything I do. So this rambling about The Saw Content is absolutely being fueled by a lot of irrational worry but also maybe just rambling about it will help calm that worry lmao
Like I've constantly got this worry over YOU'RE DOING THIS WRONG and THAT WRONG and THAT WOULD NEVER HAPPEN LIKE THAT. But I've also just sorta found the words for the characterizations I've been writing for the chainshipping arts + content in general lmao- been thinking about it and it's just like,, The canon material to work with really are just small glimpses into both character's lives, and who they are. And it just so happens in that in these small glimpses, both characters are in different states of misery. And like,, OBVIOUSLY IT GOES WITHOUT SAYING that it's something that's very much affecting the both of them, in varying ways. In the way they act, make decisions, treat others, etc etc etc... and not that this misery is the sole reason for this or that, but. Something that is clearly affecting their lives, nonetheless-
(Which just a quick aside, this is not me wanting to justify or excuse either of their wrongdoings, of course. It's just like, I CAN SEE THE UNHAPPINESS BEING A REASON FOR WHY X OR Y OR Z HAPPENED THE WAY IT DID, Y'KNOW,)
So a lot of what I think about with them is what they'd be like if they were in truly content + happy states, and put in the work to get to those states. If they tackled their demons, and wanted to be better for themselves and others. And that's the story that I'm most interested in exploring with the both of em, y’know 😭 ? It's about the love, happiness, and redemption, 🤌
And I am also probably just yapping here and I maybe don't need to clarify any of this lol, and also it's like. I'm sitting here fretting and worrying over things that are genuinely completely trivial in The Grand Scope of life. But uhh
Anxiety Disorder Moment 🙌
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kingdomwishes · 5 months ago
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Comics - Mark Kennedy
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sochika · 1 year ago
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crowley's stuck inside a broom closet full of geese and ducks. an old zine piece for Unleash the Chaos from 2020-ish(?)
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stars-by-the-pocketfuls · 1 month ago
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When I stand on the edge of the docks,
I'm one step away from discovering if I'll float.
Like an origami boat.
I don't know, I'm not a poet.
Not like you with your adventurous words,
Of freedom and friendship in flowery prose,
Your vivid dreams- you came so close,
Now I hate when it snows.
I'm never going to dream like I did for you, 
I'm not the one made from the stuff of kings,
So don't expect to hear great things,
I'm stuck in our school swings.
When I stand on the edge of the docks,
I see potential glittering below the surface,
I wonder if you're in a better place,
Maybe I'll step off, find out.
Follow your verses.
I'll join you, on purpose.
I don't know what to do when I'm not part of us. 
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tickle-bugs · 1 year ago
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Cool Guy
Anon: Heya! If you're still doing them, could you make a tickle fic on Luke and Han but js Han getting Luke? I love the whole Luke being like Hans lil bro 😭 An idea being maybe Luke is embarrassing Han in front of Leia and Han gets him back, Leia maybe helping Han a bit? I like your fics a lot haha! It's alr if not ofc, js have a good day! :D &lt;3
Summary: Han is cool, suave, and absolutely irresistible. Luke vehemently disagrees.
Han knows logically that he cannot not squish the galaxy’s last hope like a bug. That would be unwise. There is, however, zero question of if he deserves it.
Luke is almost better at being a little shit than he is at being a Jedi.
“Princess!” Han leans against the wall. The Falcon’s internals hum behind it. Leia looks up at him blankly. 
“Pest.” She takes a bite of a sandwich. “What do you want?”
Nothing. Not a thing. He just loves the irritated curve of her eyebrow, the sharpness of her gaze, the curl of her lips--
“I’d love it if you’d stop taking what’s not yours.” He nods towards the sandwich. Leia regards it, then makes deep eye contact on her next bite. Han chuckles in something like disbelief, but he knows her. Knows how she likes to provoke. 
“Nice boys share their food.” She takes another bite.
“Well, I ain’t nice. Keep your thieving little hands to yourself.” Han considers wrapping up the sandwich, just to be petty, but he knows she hardly takes interest in his things unless she needs something. He could find something else to eat. 
“Or else what?” She plays with the crust of the bread. Eye contact. God, he loves this game of theirs. She leaves him breathless too often for his liking, though. As he flounders for a comeback, he hears a high-pitched noise from the other side of the room. 
Luke. Great. 
“What are you wearing?” Luke laughs incredulously. Han looks down at himself. He’d put on a fur vest today instead of his usual cargo one. It was something he’d snatched off some mook that’d tried to set him up with a dishonest deal. It’s old and it smells a little funny, but he likes it. It’s his now. 
“Wh—it’s a vest. It’s cold.” Han frowns. 
“You look like Chewie shed on you.” Luke leans his hip against the doorway as he settles in to mock. There’s a Wookiee outcry of indignation from the cockpit that goes unanswered.
“It’s a fashion statement.” Han adjusts his posture, gives them a new angle. Luke snorts. Han scowls.
“What exactly are you stating?” Leia rests her chin in her hands. She’s got a crumb on her cheek. He does not think about brushing it away. 
“You’re both terrible.” Han stomps off to change. 
“Right back atcha!” Leia calls after him. Her laughter is sweet, even at his expense. 
….
Run-ins with Empire patrols always put Han on a fine edge--he’s a well-oiled machine with Chewie at his back, but recent additions to the Falcon have proven…distracting. As he slams them into a hyperspace jump, the twins’ noise somehow drowns out the noise of the engine. Leia’s complaining that he took too many risks, Luke’s insisting he took too little, and Han’s half tempted to spin send the Falcon into a barrel roll just to hear a different sound.
Chewie won’t let him. The honorable bastard.
The moment they finish the jump, Han swivels out of his chair and goes…well, he’s not sure where he’s going, but he knows he needs to see and hear something besides Luke crunching angrily on crackers. 
Leia follows on Han’s heels, Luke follows on hers, and Han considers just ejecting himself from the airlock and being done with it. 
“If you want to die, be my guest, but don’t put us at risk for your ego.” Leia smacks his chest. Han can’t tell if he’s imagining the lingering touch of her fingers. 
“No, you’d miss me too much.” He fires back, pulling out of her grasp. He takes long strides, taking a petty sort of joy in hearing significantly shorter legs scramble after him. 
“Not a chance in hell,” Leia snarls, snatching the back of his vest. He whirls around. 
“Yes, you would, because things are boring without me. You like having me around.” He leans into her space. She stands her ground. 
“The fate of the galaxy is boring?” She conveniently ignores that last part. Han doesn’t miss it. 
“It is without me. Face it, princess. You’re attached.” He puts his hands on his hips. Leia’s face turns an interesting color.
“Ha! See? Attached!” Han points triumphantly. Leia smacks his hand away. 
“I didn’t say anything!”
“You didn’t need to. The truth’s all over your face.” He circles that pointer finger in her face. She smacks it hard enough to bruise this time. 
“The truth that I can’t stand you, more like. You’re arrogant, reckless, irresponsible—“
“And exactly your type.” Han grins. “You like having me around. Meanwhile, I’m cool, casual, and unattached.” Han clicks his tongue. Leia attempts to burn a hole through his forehead with her gaze. He worries for a moment that she might. 
“Really?” Luke crunches loudly. “I heard you telling Chewie that you like having us around. That you wouldn’t know what you’d do without us. Didn’t sound very cool and casual.” 
“I was drunk.” Han’s face burns. Leia snorts. Han scowls. 
“Drunk mind, sober thoughts.” Luke grins teasingly, waving a chip in his face. Han tries to snatch the bag, but Luke twirls effortlessly out of the way. Damn Jedi. 
“Sounds like you’re attached, laser brain.” Leia circles her finger in his face, and Han wonders if turning himself in to the Empire might be better for his ego.
Han’s not sure when his game with Leia stopped being a game and started being this, but he’s not complaining. He’s made out in worse storage rooms than the ones on the Falcon. They’d started with fetching a rations restock, devolved into bickering, and, well…their arguments usually end in violence or the threat of it, so Leia trying to climb him like a tree is a much-welcomed departure from form.
Normally Han’s great at keeping his emotions in a cold, dark little box where he never has to deal with them, but Leia looked so pretty yelling at him that he just…had to kiss her. He knew at that moment he’d die if he didn’t. It’s not the first time they’ve kissed and he hopes it won’t be the last, but each touch with Leia is like drifting closer to the beautiful terror of the sun. The best part, the overwhelming part, is that she wants him too. 
All of that would’ve been well and good, great even, if Luke hadn’t been standing in the doorway. 
Luke and Leia have some kind of stare-off that Han suspects involves their twinness--there’s lots of flustered, offended noises without words being uttered. Luke raises his eyebrow in a way that really seems to get to Leia, because she splutters, which she expressly does not do. 
“Don’t you start! I tolerate him!” She glares at Luke, her cheeks turning red. 
“Aww.” Han smirks. She elbows him in the ribs.
“With your mouth?” Luke’s near hysterical. 
“Among other things.” Han smirks wider. Luke’s face twists in sheer disgust. 
“Shut up,” Leia hisses, blushing and hitting him harder. He grins.
Luke levels a finger at Han, a habit he picked up from him in the first place, and then stalks off. 
“Chances he knifes me in my sleep?” 
“Lower than me doing it myself.” Leia swats his arm once more for good measure, but she’s still glowing, and Han thinks he might want to see that smile of hers for the rest of his life.
“I’ll take those odds.” 
The difference between Luke and his sister, in Han’s opinion, is that Luke’s noise goes inwards. Leia will scream at Han until she’s red in the face and then she’ll miraculously find more air. Luke gets quiet and vengeful, which is why Han starts to suspect foul play the third time he trips over thin air. 
Han really wants to fight back, but every time he opens his mouth, Leia’s lurking around some dark corner. 
On hour three of Luke’s temper tantrum, Han’s eye begins to twitch. He’s probably bruised every inch of his shins by now, he’s tired, and he thinks if he can close his eyes for an hour he might remember how to function. Just a sweet, Skywalkerless hour. 
Han drags his hand over his face as he walks off to his cabin. He finds Luke standing in the hall like an omen. He doesn’t move when Han approaches. The little furrow in his brow is probably meant to be intimidating, and maybe one day it will be, but Han can’t bring himself to care. 
The desire to lay down overcomes his rational thought, and he does to Luke what he often does to Leia: jams his hands under Luke’s arms and lifts him out of the way.
Except, unlike Leia, Luke doesn’t try to kick him. He lets out a giggle at a pitch Han didn’t know he was capable of. 
Han pauses, raising an eyebrow at the rapidly-reddening Jedi in his arms. He twitches his fingers. Luke chokes out a surprised laugh. 
Han’s suddenly not tired anymore. Funny, that. 
“Han, don’t you dare, c’mon--”
Han sets Luke down but doesn’t release him--he viciously wiggles his fingers where they’re trapped under Luke’s arms. He goes down like a sack of droid components, filling the Falcon with bright, bouncy laughter it so desperately needs. 
“You get a minute for every bruise, and my shins are looking mighty purple.” Han whistles lowly, pressing into the gaps between Luke’s ribs. Luke lets out a giggly hiccup and kicks his legs. 
“That’s not f-fair!” Luke clutches Han’s arms desperately. Han twitches his fingers and he curls up, shaking his head. Han distantly wonders when Luke last laughed like this. If he ever has. 
“Yeah? Tell me about it. Pick on someone your own size and maybe life will be fairer.” Han tries to keep his stare blank, but his mouth quirks up at the corners. Luke lets out an indignant gasp, but he quickly tumbles right back down into laughter.
“Let go,” Luke growls, his whole face scrunching around his smile. 
“Kid, I can’t let you go if you’ve got my hands.” Han gives a dramatic tug. He stops, raising his eyebrow expectantly. Luke pouts--pouts!--at him and lifts his arms at glacial pace. Han pulls away…
…and goes right for Luke’s exposed stomach. His shout of betrayal mixes beautifully with his laughter.
“Rookie mistake,” Leia tuts, snickering at Luke’s misfortune. Han jumps at her appearance--man, he should put a bell on these two--and Luke takes that as a signal to start wriggling away. Han reels him back in with a hearty laugh.
“Leia, fetch your--” Han cuts Luke off with a squeeze to the side before he can say anything embarrassing. 
“You gonna help, Your Worship? Or are you above getting your hands dirty?” Han casts a glance at Leia. 
“Never.” Leia smirks, kneeling beside Luke. They stare at each other for a long, tense while. Leia’s gaze drifts over him the same way she sifts through a plan for holes, until she stops at his knees. 
Luke’s eyes widen. Leia grins.
She latches on like a viper and Luke squeals, drumming his feet on the ground. He throws his head back and cackles himself into silence, flopping around uselessly. 
“Remind me to stay on your good side,” Han chuckles, a little nervous.
“You’re notoriously bad at it,” she smirks. Han swears he feels the ghost of her fingers on his own legs. He shudders.
Luke’s surrender is less of a cry and more of a wheeze, but they let him go quickly all the same. He tosses his arm over his glowing face with a great, heaving sigh.
“You alright over there?” Han chuckles, nudging Luke’s boot. He lifts his arm to glare.
“I hate you.”
“I know.” Han pats his ankle. Luke kicks him. Han squeezes his knee and he immediately blurts out a tired, giggly apology. 
“Stop being a little shit and trying to trip me up. It’s not gonna work. Too cool for that.” Han pats Luke’s stomach. 
Warm hands wrap around his waist and he leans back, scaring himself with how easily he fits into Leia’s arms. She hooks her chin over his shoulder.
“Are you ready?” She murmurs, brushing her fingers over the fabric of his shirt. 
“Ready for what?” His hand finds hers. He’s more than ready, if he’s reading this right. She’s rarely like this beyond closed doors, and it sends a thrill through him. Her lips brushing his ear drives him just a little crazy. He starts to stand, but she pulls him back down. 
“To be tripped up.” She smirks. He feels it. 
“Wh—“ 
Leia’s fingers dig in with deadly accuracy. Han crumples and his bravado goes with him. Loud, hearty laughter bursts from him as he slides to the floor, boneless in her arms.
“Aw, look at you cool guy.” Luke sidles up next to him with a shit eating grin. He tickles mockingly under Han’s chin and he, mortifyingly, giggles. Luke chases the sound, having way too much fun for Han’s liking. 
Han growls and tries to kick him. Leia’s fingers find his hips—cruel and unusual—and he’s toast. He resigns himself to die in her lap, which isn’t the overall worst way to go, and makes a mental note to write Luke out of his will. 
As long as Chewie thinks he’s cool, he supposes it’s still a net win. 
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supemaeve · 1 year ago
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"You don't need powers, you just need to be human"
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tgtbata · 2 years ago
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[dean voice] he has porn
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landslided · 1 year ago
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thank you to william zabka's new york accent for that deleted scene where he says "maybe because i like to" but it sounds sooooo much like liked you, thank you thank you, new york city you don't know what you've done for the lawrusso troops.
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mctna2019 · 4 months ago
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Let it all go
Seon-ho prepares himself for the worst. Yeon is dead, is there anything worse? how can Hwi survive without Yeon? in all these years, Seon-ho has learned from life that for surviving, trying to fight is a stronger motivation than love. he follows Hui-jae while his mind is incapable of predicting the end of this terrible story. Hwi is there, in pain. this means he's still alive. so Seon-ho, not knowing whether to be happy or sad about it, gently puts his hand on the edge of the wooden bed to keep from falling, then kneels next to him. +your father didn't want to kill him. Seon-ho looks at Hwi's face, once again. to make sure he's really alive. his lips are bruised and parted slightly for breathing. there's an infected wound on his chest. +he poisoned him to die in the worst way. he killed Yeon so that Hwi would die with the pain of losing her. Seon-ho was staring at Hwi as he feels his body bending under a heavy load. unable to say anything. the hard lump that closed his throat doesn't allow him to speak. he can't even cry. this is the result of all his efforts. "what if..." he has repeated this many times in his mind. but time doesn't wait for him. it's mercilessly moving forward and pulling everything inside its. Yeon's smile, Hwi's peace and Seon-ho's heart. he slams his fist on the ground to pain makes him conscious. his hands are shaking like when he couldn't touch Yeon's body. something is preventing him from touching Hwi too, as it was about Yeon. +poison doesn't destroy Hwi. Yeon's death... -enough. please...I beg you...stop it. again though he doesn't want to, he breaks in front of her. Seon-ho doesn't hear another voice behind himself. the only sound of her skirt rustling on the floor and then only Hwi’s painful breathing. -H...Hwi... Hwi's name comes out of his mouth like a word he isn't allowed to say. there's no angry answer. it's only at that moment that his tears start to fall non-stop. -why didn't you trust me? why does no one listen to me in this hell? but Yeon had trusted him. Seon-ho took her out of that hell then she was sent to heaven thanks to his father. he put his exploding head on his arms. why did nothing ever go right? -Yeon is sleeping peacefully. but you have to survive, you have to wake up. Seon-ho knows that Hwi will take revenge. of course, if he can. if there will be a big war, either Hwi will die or Namjeon. and Seon-ho's presence in the meantime won't matter to anyone anyway. he has no strength left to fight. he tried his best to save Hwi and Yeon both and stop his father, but everything had collapsed. when he comes out of the room, Hui-jae is standing there. -can he be treated? +he's strong, you know. now her tone is calmer and free of anger. Seon-ho nods in agreement. +don't you want to stay until he wakes up? -it's better for him if he doesn't see me. seeing him reminds Hwi of what happened. as the son of his sister's murderer... the bastard or official son, it doesn't matter. Namjeon was his father after all. so Seon-ho set out. +if you want to see Yeon... Seon-ho stops but doesn't turn back. Chi-do takes her to a hut near the river. Seon-ho doesn't tell Hui-jae that when she had to go because Hwi had fainted, he was the one who took Yeon in his arms and carried her to that cottage. with strange pain in his whole body. only Chi-do knows this secret. -it doesn't matter how many times I see her. she doesn't see me anymore.
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htis · 6 months ago
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😂
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starbuck · 3 months ago
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to the person in the tag who just said “I fear I'm giving you all a very skewed idea of what ravenous 1999 is like,” we may not know each other, but we are brothers in spirit
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hinny-canons · 1 year ago
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@hinnymicrofic prompt 4: State
The state of Hogwarts seemed different. Everything was duller, darker, and didn’t hold the same magic as before.
Harry noticed it in the way he walked down the stairs among the crowd of students, with their heads down and their mouthes closed. This is what the Death Eaters had done to this place and the people.
Harry saw Ginny up ahead and quickened his pace to get to her side. She looked tired, like she suffered through something long and hard. He supposed that was the case.
Without thinking too much about it, he took her hand in his and held it tight. Ginny didn’t even look up and held him back tighter.
She knows him by his touch. That’s it.
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smolstarthief · 9 months ago
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So I was looking up the protag of "Lies of P" for potential outfit refs for my own PT Akechi redesign and then my mind just suddenly shifted to, "Akechi with a prosthetic arm???"
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