#❣︎ | with all my heart :: ship things |

[milkteacrumblecake]

Long time no see I know I haven’t been writing anything in a long time. Life been busy and hectic, but I’m back and ready to write more wonderful stories of my favorite ships!

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In every lifetime I will find you AU

Part 1: Prologue

In the garden of Eden, Adam and Michael are sitting under a purple wisteria tree surrounded by flowers hidden away from prying eyes. Making flower crowns together while giggling and giving soft kisses to each other.

Adam looks at Michael with love and warmth while still working on Michael's flower crown: Hey Michael, do you think we could become husband and wife and have children together?

Michael glanced up, his eyes widened and stopped midway through making Adam flower crown a smile and a blush began to spread across his face: Of course Adam, I would love to become your husband.

Even though Michael knew it was wishful thinking he could only wish for it to come true. He doesn’t want Adam to be with Lilith or even with his brother Lucifer who always tries to interrupt him and Adam time together. They always gotta find new hiding spots away from those two, but this time they found the most secluded spot in the garden. Not even Lucifer or Lilith could easily find them this time. So he could spend more time with his Adam with no interruptions.

Adam embraced Michael and started to leave kisses all over his face then finally his lips: Really you mean that, you promise Michael!

Michael was breathless and all flushed and declared to Adam: Yes Adam I promise with my heart and soul. We would be together forever and no one can ever keep us apart. Not my siblings, not Heaven, and not even God himself.

An idea came to Michael, what if he connects their souls together. So they can always find each other no matter where they are, and never be without the other.

Adam cheeks turned pink and smiled so lovingly: I love you Michael.

Micheal: I love you too Adam

Micheal: Adam how would you like for our souls to be connected?

Adam who tilted his head curiously: Souls connected what does that mean?

Micheal laughed: It means no matter where you are we could always find each other. We will be connected by a soul thread, only me and you could see it and no one else.

Adam hugs Michael: I never want to be separated from you either.

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Heaven made Adam a new wife named Eve after Lilith and Lucifer fled the garden. Micheal was not happy about Adam's new wife. He thought once Lilith and Lucifer were gone he would have Adam all to himself. But that’s okay Adam reassured him that he only loves Michael and only sees Eve as a friend nothing more. Eve supports both Michael and Adam and is happy for them.

Eve looks around: Hey Addie, where is Michael I don’t see him today?

Adam looks a little sad: Micheal said he was going to be busy for a little while, since he was not doing his paperwork and Sera found out about that. So he told me he will come as soon as he can once he gets done with his paperwork.

Eve: How about we go play with the lions while you wait for Michael.

Adam gave Eve a smile: Okay, thanks Eve you always know how to cheer me up.

Eve grabbes Adam by the hand and guide him to their destination: No problem Addie let’s go to the savanna

As Adam and Eve made their way to the savanna they were being watched by two unexpected people. Lilith and Lucifer looked towards Adam’s new bride. Lilith felt rage bubbling up her chest.

Lilith internally: How dare they replace me with a new bride!

Lucifer noticed Lilith who was angry and placed a hand on her shoulder: Lily are you okay?

Lilith forced a smile and looked terrified and shaking while burying her face into Lucifer's chest. Lilith then looked up to Lucifer with teary eyes: I’m okay LuLu, just worried about Eve being controlled by Adam. I just don’t want her to go through the same thing I went through.

Lucifer leaned down and placed a kiss on Lilith lips and held her tightly: Don’t worry Lily, I will do anything in my power to protect you no matter what.

Lilith internally: What a fool Lucifer was so easy to manipulate and don’t question her at all. Just a sprinkling of some white little lies that Adam was controlling and hurting her. That is what it took to get Lucifer wrapped around my fingers. I can’t stand Lucifer, he is annoying and needy, but I need him for my plan to succeed. I need Adam and he to pay for replacing me.

Lilith put on her best fake smile: LuLu I have a plan

Lucifer: What is it Lily?

Lilith whispers into Lucifer's ear: How about we gift Eve with free will and free her from Adam

Lucifer smiles: That’s a great idea Lily

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Adam walked around the garden trying to find Eve, she promised him that they would play together. Since Michael was busy again and couldn’t come to Eden to see him. Which made him sad but he had Eve there to cheer him up every time.

Adam stopped midway he heard noises, what sounded like giggling and moaning: Eve?

As Adam steps forward towards the way where the forbidden fruit tree of knowledge is. Adam's heart started to race, and he thought why was Eve there. She knows they aren’t supposed to be there. As Adam got closer the noise got louder and he saw it. Eve was riding Lucifer and while Lilith was watching, she made eye contact with Adam and smiled.

Adam was hurt and stunned, why would she do such a thing and with his ex best friend and ex wife no less: Eve why……

Eve looked at Adam with a craze smile: Hey Addie you should try the fruit of knowledge. Lucifer and Lilith were right, you will feel more free.

As Eve held up the fruit of knowledge and offered it to Adam. Adam then looked at his ex best friend Lucifer who looked shocked and guilty averted his gaze away from Adam.

Adam on the break of tears shook his head and knocked the fruit of knowledge away from Eve’s hands: No!

Eve: Oh Addie come on you will love having free will, no more angels controlling us or telling us what to do. And get to be with Michael who you love so dearly.

As Adam started to back away: I won’t, this isn’t right

Adam was about to run when he felt hands grabbing him and pinning him down so he wouldn't escape. Lucifer and Eve were holding him down. He then noticed Lilith holding the forbidden apple that Eve held in her hand.

Lilith held Adam face inside place and started to shove the forbidden apple into his mouth: Come on Adam you will love the taste of free will.

Adam tried his hardest to fight and keep his mouth close as Lilith tried to make him eat it. But that wasn’t working so she took a bite of the forbidden apple and shoved it into his mouth while holding his nose and mouth close. Forcing Adam to swallow it, they released Adam and he started to cough.

Lilith: See that wasn’t so bad

Eve smiles excitedly: How do you feel?

Lucifer: Do you feel any different buddy?

Adam's head was pounding, he couldn’t breathe, and he started to feel extreme pain. As he looked up at the three people who he once trusted. Blood started to come out of his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. He couldn’t stop coughing, and his vision started to blur. Lilith looked at Adam with a blank face and smiling watching the scene unfold.

Adam: What is happening to me?

Eve's eyes widened and looked horrified: What’s happening to Addie, Lucifer do something!

Lucifer panicking, and horrified: This isn’t supposed to happen, the fruit of knowledge was supposed to grant free will not kill you.

As Adam laid there in excruciating pain, he couldn’t see or hear the blood making it hard too. But there was only one thing on his mind Michael, he wanted to see him. Lucifer tried to help Adam with his magic but it wasn’t working and Adam was fading fast. But every time he tried to talk he started to cough and vomiting more blood. His once tan skin turned deathly pale after losing so much blood. His once golden eyes that were filled with life turned dull. But before Adam closes his eyes he swore he faintly heard Michael's voice. Adam slowly lifted up his hand and caressed Michael's face. Michael's face felt wet and he was shaking. Adam wanted to say I love you and it was going to be okay, but nothing was coming out. He closed his eyes and took his last breath for the last time.

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Lucifer and Lilith were thrown into hell never to walk on Earth or enter Heaven again. Eve was kicked out of Eden and they made her a new husband Steve out of her rib. Heaven looked for Adam’s soul but couldn’t find it. Micheal was never the same. He spent every waking moment looking for Adam but couldn’t find him. And one last ditch effort he used his soul thread but he felt nothing as if Adam didn’t exist. Micheal became cold and distant after Adam’s death.

To be continued…………

[queen-scribbles]

Unmasked

Here we go, HERE WE GOOOO~ (Happy Valentine's Day❣😘💖)

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Endrali was starting to wonder if the galaxy had it out for her.

That was silly, she knew, but it was a thought she couldn't shake when things somehow got even more chaotically busy right after she'd acknowledged she would need to talk to Arcann about...

Well. Aside from finding time, she should probably find the words. Just blurting I'm falling in love with you despite the history that should make that ridiculous was probably not the best way to drop it on him. Though if all else failed...

No. I'm not doing that, she scolded herself, scrolling through the compiled list of Things Demanding Her Attention. People were getting very comfortable asking for things now. Not having a unifying threat made them more honest, she supposed. Or greedy. Resources, recognition, neutral mediation, they were looking to the Alliance for it all.

Endrali nibbled her lower lip as she skimmed the list, allotting aid shipments, agreeing to deploy teams to help, (reluctantly) concluding some of these mediation requests she'd have to do personally. And under the circumstances, she probably shouldn't bring Arcann as her back-up, no matter how well they worked together.

So no half-a-day alone on her ship with the perfect chance for uninterrupted, uneavesdropped, conversation. The galaxy really is out to get me, she thought wryly. At least she hadn't had another of those dreams, either. Don't dwell on it or you'll manifest one. She snorted at the thought and went to find Lana so they could talk.

She'd barely gone three steps down the hall when she sensed a familiar presence and had to fight down an instinctive grin. Her pace had faltered almost to a stop by the time he rounded the corner and she let out enough of the smile in greeting. "Arcann."

"Endrali." His answering smile was small but reached his eyes, and that shouldn't have made her so giddy but it did.

"How's your day?" she asked.

"Fine so far. Nothing exciting." He cocked his head, examining her. "Not nearly as busy as yours appears to be."

Endrali huffed a wry laugh. "We are very popular right now, that's for sure. But I'm always h-"

Her comm beeped. Hylo. She sighed.

Arcann chuckled sympathetically. "I'll let you keep at it, Commander."

But I'd rather talk to you. "Thanks."

He nodded and continued on his way.

Endrali keyed on comms as she did likewise. "What is it, Hylo? I was just heading to talk to Lana..."

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For all her hopes and intentions of talking to Arcann, various responsibilities kept her so busy they barely got to exchange five words over the next couple weeks. When she wasn't in meetings about Fleet deployment or resource reports, she was doling out what aid shipments the Alliance could to the (far too many) worlds that needed them, or sending her people to deal with the unrest still cropping up--Felix to handle a separatist faction on Brentaal, Gault to track down a con-man on Hutta, Lana to follow a tip about a superweapon on Iokath. There were some diplomatic requests she felt compelled to handle herself. Most stayed peaceful. A couple didn't. They were all draining. She missed Nadia, wished things weren't still so... sensitive she couldn't bring Arcann. At least he wasn't twiddling thumbs; according to Hylo and Aygo he'd volunteered to help handle a couple of the groups rising in opposition to the Alliance.

Endrali crossed paths with him on his return from Denova, bit back a smile at the sense of exhausted satisfaction radiating from him. "How'd it go?"

"We were successful," he said, clasping his hands behind his back.

"Of course you were," she chuckled.

"I would give no less than my best," Arcann said softly.

The conviction made her heart skip a beat. "I know. Thank you." Endrali smiled. "I'm also glad to see no serious injuries." She couldn't sense any, either. Deep breath. "Are you... back for a while?"

He nodded. "I should be. Why?"

"I have to meet with Theron; general update on how various things are going, but after that I'll be free for a bit. Hopefully." She worried her lower lip between her teeth. "If you want, we could sit somewhere and catch up. I feel like it's been ages since we got to just talk and I miss it."

She hadn't meant to let that last bit slip, but I missed working with you would be an easy segue into I missed you and... everything else she wanted to say.

"I do as well." One corner of Arcann's mouth tipped up faintly and something flickered in his eyes that made her breath catch. "I would like that."

"Alright, then. I'll let you know when I'm done." She looked forward to it, to hopefully having a chance to be honest. Give up hiding how she felt. She'd have to be careful with their friendship in the balance, of course. The last thing she wanted to do was ruin that. But it was a disservice to them both to leave this buried. After the update.

So close.

She should have known better.

Should have guessed something would happen, a new crisis on Iokath demanding her attention, now. She commed Arcann to apologize even as she and Theron scrambled for a shuttle. The galaxy really does have it out for me.

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"Should I come along?" Arcann offered, more than willing to turn right around and go back out if he could help her. He'd rest on the trip.

"No, you just handled something, take the chance for a break," Endrali said, though he thought she sounded reluctant.

He did try to rest. But he couldn't, not with the vague information of some threat on Iokath Endrali had to handle. Anything that serious was... worrisome. She has both Theron and Lana to back her up, he reminded himself. As well as her own significant skills. She'd be perfectly fine.

Still. Not having details was torture. Arcann cleaned up but found rest both physical and meditative continued to elude him. So, with a soft growl of frustration, he instead settled himself at the workbench to do final detailing on the armor he'd crafted. If he was lucky, he could have it done by the time she got back. If he was very lucky, it would distract him from unnecessary worry in the process.

I wonder what happened... He didn't know much about Iokath, beyond what was in the Alliance reports from their involuntary visit while fighting Vaylin. But even with that limited knowledge it wasn't hard to figure the planet could conceal any number of alarmingly powerful weapons.

Arcann sighed and picked up etching more of the half-completed design into the breastplate, pen held with careful confidence as he worked. Endrali had mentioned, in her rushed apology, that the Republic and Empire were both also looking for whatever Lana had gone to find.

Full call for her diplomatic talents, he thought with a smile as he etched curling vines down the side of the upper breastplate.

He sensed his mother's presence at the door before she knocked, calling a half-distracted Enter, even as her knuckles rapped metal.

Senya remained standing once she entered, stance relaxed, and Arcann could feel her watching him. "I'm glad you made it back safely," she said. "Trench warfare is never pretty, and depending on how they're constructed, they can be especially brutal." There was a flicker of concern, likely her noticing the scrapes on the back of his head.

"You can thank Vette for that," Arcann said, not looking up. He needed to concentrate on the armor. "She is a very capable partner."

"Even if not your first choice?" There was a smile in Senya's voice.

It took effort to keep the etching pen from slipping. Am I that obvious?

To your mother? Who can read you like a 2-credit holonovel? Yes, probably.

He didn't answer to confirm or deny--he doubted she needed him to--instead focusing on making the design perfect. She deserves no less than my best.

"These seem to be happening more frequently," Senya finally commented as the silence stretched. "People rising against the Alliance, the Commander." A pause. "It must be keeping her terribly busy."

Arcann nodded absently. "It does." He huffed a small, wry chuckle as he etched an orchid into the design. "At least she's willing to delegate some things, but..."

"There's still a lot on her," Senya finished. She crossed the room to lean against the edge of the workbench, far enough down to be out of his way. "You worry about her."

It wasn't a question.

"I try not to," he demurred, biting his lip. (In concentration, of course.) "I more than most know what she's capable of."

His mother hummed a quiet laugh. "Logic, I find, frequently takes a back seat when it comes to people we care for."

Her phrasing was deliberate, he could sense that much, so he didn't bother protesting. "She does so much, for so many..." He sighed, setting down the etching pen to look up at her. "She comes and goes so quickly I hope she is getting time for herself."

He didn't mention how strongly he suspected she wasn't getting to meditate as much as she liked. At least, she hadn't joined him for a couple weeks and their schedules had previously matched for that. (He didn't dare dwell on if that was purposeful. Better to keep that hope masked and buried.)

Senya nodded thoughtfully, lips curved in a knowing smile. "I'm sure Endrali would appreciate your concern. As she will this." She slanted a look toward the almost-finished armor.

Arcann ducked his head, returning to his task with heat prickling up neck and scalp. "...I hope so. I have not crafted in..." Years. "...a long time. But she has done much for me." His left hand flexed. "Gave me a second chance few would have. Trusted me." He ran a hand over the armor. "This feels like a pittance in comparison, but I..."

I want her to be safe.

Senya rested her hand on his wrist. "Like I said, she'll appreciate it. As she appreciates and values you."

His head snapped back up to meet her gaze. "I merely wish to atone for everything I've done. Prove worthy of this second chance."

She chuckled softly, gave his arm a squeeze. "I don't think you have to prove anything to the Commander."

"I do to myself," Arcann countered. "I wouldn't expect anything... more."

"I think you already have it." His heart skipped a beat at his mother's gentle words. "I know she considers you a friend, Arcann, she's said as much. She cares about you, as you do her." A faint smirk tugged her lips. "There are some who believe you deserve more than spending the rest of your life in inescapable purgatory." Her hand slid up to his shoulder and gave another affectionate squeeze. "But I'll stop distracting you, let you finish."

Neither said it as she slipped from the room, but Arcann was fairly certain Senya knew the armor itself was a distraction from worrying, even if she was merciful enough not to mention.

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Arcann got his wish; not ten minutes after the armor was completed and his tools cleaned up, the rank and file began returning from Iokath.

And with them came the rumors.

Machine gods with very familiar names ruled over the world. No, it was their prison. Iokath could unleash the apocalypse. Iokath was contained. The Commander had battled hundred foot tall droids. Empress Acina had broken faith with the Alliance. Empress Acina was trying to defend her people. Empress Acina was dead.

The Commander had died.

No, the Commander had almost died, stopping the apocalypse-superweapon-end of the world.

Arcann had to fight to breathe through mingled terror and fond of course she did. (risk herself in saving the galaxy. She did both with alarming frequency.) And he hadn't been there to protect her. He knew she didn't need it. But he'd sworn, he wanted to be her shield, watch her back, he felt he owed her that. Owed the galaxy protecting its protector.

He knew his voice would shake on comms, betray him. I love you, though I don't dare hope it's returned. So he sent a message instead. 'Come speak to me when you return. Our usual place. Please.'

Arcann nestled the armor in a case and brought it with him to the clearing by her ship as he tried futilely to meditate away his nervous energy while he waited. And waited. And waited, until the door from the main hanger hissed open and a familiar presence overwhelmed anything else he might've sensed.

Arcann was already pivoting as he pushed to his feet. "Endrali."

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The tangle of emotion behind his smile hit her like a tidal wave; fear, relief, regret, a few that blurred through so fast they eluded her.

Endrali flashed a smile somewhere between sheepish and apologetic. "I take it from your message you heard what happened?"

Brief as it had been, she'd felt the worry in the words.

"A version of it." Arcann's voice was rough, that worry in his eyes and hands flexing at his sides as if fighting the urge to touch to her, reassure himself she was alright.

She wasn't sure what held him back, but she solved the dilemma by taking his hand. "Well, then, let me make sure you have the correct one..."

The way his hand tightened on hers made her heart skip a beat as she tugged him over to a boulder near where they usually sat to meditate. "Acina tried to claim the superweapon we were all after, and even if the attempt failed, it still triggered the weapon to fire, so I had to find a way to shut it down. While I was at the controls there was an electrical surge that, um," she cleared her throat, "did some serious damage--"

"How serious?" Arcann interrupted, almost as if he'd picked up her reluctance to tell him.

I don't want you to worry more. Endrali hesitated. "...Non-zero chance it could've killed me. But," she squeezed his hand to forestall the sharp spike of emotion, "it didn't. Few hours unconscious before I recovered, but I'm fine." She noted his staring at the faint burns on her forearms. "The medtechs are confident even those will clear up in the next few days. I'm fine, Arcann, I promise."

No matter how close it came to that not being the case. The other details could wait for later; the machine gods who echoed Zakuul's pantheon, the surge being sabotage, the revelation of a traitor in the Alliance. But even without all that, Endrali could sense Arcann's disquiet at her close call. She gave him a few minutes to process that, tamping down her curiosity at the storage case off to the side. If it was important, he'd explain, but that wasn't the focus right now. She would have let him have longer, but a thought occurred that pulled a laugh from her before she could stop it.

Arcann gave her a questioning look.

"Sorry," she winced. "It means a lot that you care so much, that you worry." She idly traced his fingers with hers. "But it's also a little funny given that a year ago you would've killed me soon as look at me."

"The irony did not escape me," Arcann said dryly, his gaze drifting off to the horizon.

"I know it isn't pleasant to remember-"

"But you aren't wrong," he murmured. His thumb traced back and forth against hers. "For so long I only felt... was only capable of feeling hatred for others. Especially you." He released her hand, pushing to his feet and pacing away. "And I would have continued that path until my demise, were it not for your compassion. Undeserved. Unmerited. But, as I know now, wholly in line with who you are."

Endrali bit her lip and remained where she was, sensing his need for space. "Don't forget your mother," she said lightly. "Forgiveness may be the Jedi way, but she was the first and most fervent advocate that there was good in you, and gave her strength for the ritual on Voss."

"I know." Arcann paused, staring out over the the forest with hands clasped behind him. "I owe her a debt as well, no matter her insistence to the contrary. But you..." He cleared his throat. "No matter the tenets of your order or how persuasive she was, you made the decision to spare my life, to allow me to pledge myself to the Alliance. To you."

"Arcann..." Now she did push to her feet and follow.

"Everything I am is because of you, Endrali," he said softly, turning to hold her gaze. "Everything I am, and everything I have the chance to become. It's... a far more generous gift than I deserve." He retraced his steps to the case and rested a hand atop it. "And on that note... paltry as it may be compared to what you've given me, I have a gift for you. If it's not too forward."

"Of course not!" Endrali smiled. "I was wondering what was in there," she admitted. Not that you owe me anything.

"And now you can find out." Despite the amusement in Arcann's eyes, she could sense his nerves as she stepped closer and loosened the catches.

Nerves that were wholly unfounded; her jaw nearly hit the ground when she got the case open. "Arcann, this is beautiful," she breathed, staring at all the detail, almost afraid to touch it. (Which was silly; it was armor, it was hardly going to fall apart from the brush of her fingertips.) "You made this?! It's incredible!"

The nervousness was easing now, replaced by a bashful edge to the sense of him through the Force. "Thank you. The Knights taught me to forge, when I was young. It's a skill I've let languish until recently, I'm afraid."

"I'd never've guessed," Endrali murmured wryly, finally daring to reach out and trace a delicate touch along the etched flowers and vines. "This must've taken months..."

"I've worked on it since arriving on Odessen," Arcann said with a nod. "They were months you gave me. It seemed appropriate that I do something for you, and that I finished today, when I heard about Iokath." He swallowed. "I swore to protect you, Commander. This allows me to keep that promise even if I am unable to fight by your side."

It was too much, too wonderful. Endrali turned from the case, from the incredible, beautiful armor, and lunged to hug him. "I love it!"

I love you.

She didn't need the Force to pick up how his heart pounded as she crashed into him.

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He couldn't breathe through the rush of emotion; relief she liked it, strange shyness at her effusive praise, strangling warmth in his gut that he had so thoroughly delighted her. (a brief surge of hope, quickly hidden, at the thought she didn't entirely mask but he didn't entirely catch.)

His voice was rough when he finally found it, struggling to hide the true depth of how affected he was. "It's the least I can do for someone who has given me so much," he demurred. "My life, your trust, a second chance... everything." Arcann couldn't stop the tremor as he drew a breath, finally letting one hand rest awkwardly on her shoulder. "I'll spend a lifetime" --the one you gave me-- "thanking you for it, trying to repay--"

Her finger pressed to his lips, a surge of what he'd almost call nerves dancing along the edge of her sense as she stepped back to meet his eye. "There nothing to repay, Arcann," Endrali said with a smile. "Seeing you happy is enough for me. Getting to see the man you'll become..." Her fingers drifted to the side, tentatively brushing his scars, then with gentle deliberation when he didn't pull away. "Someone true. Someone better."

You make a great many things better. The thought stuck in his throat, his breath coming shallow.

Endrali's eyes searched his face, found something that made the shadow of nerves Arcann had sensed firm into resolve. "I care about you," she said, just above a whisper. "Very much. Maybe... maybe even..."

Love you.

His heart stopped, the ground seeming to fall out from under him. The second chance was more than enough, he'd never ask or expect more. His place here, her trust and friendship, they alone were beyond his wildest dreams. But if she meant what he thought...

"Why?" It came out rough and cracked with disbelief and Arcann had to step away from the beacon of warmth, of hope, she'd become. "After everything...." he said hoarsely. "Why?"

"Because I've seen who you are," Endrali said, following him with determination. "So much more than what anything--your father, your choices, your hatred and rage--had made you." Her hand came to rest on his arm, gentle but insistent. "Senya was right about the good in you, Arcann. She and I just brought it out."

Arcann turned to her, feeling the barriers that masked his wildest, more foolish hopes start to weaken. "I can't deny how much I've come to admire you, Endrali," he murmured. "Your strength, your courage, your heart. But I have done terrible things. To the galaxy, to you." His hands clenched and relaxed at his sides and he reached to trace the scar across her cheek.

His doing. Like so many other things, crimes innumerable against the galaxy, the Alliance, his own people.

"I never dreamed you would see me as anything but a former enemy," he confessed, his hand lingering against her skin. "But if you mean what you said..."

"I always do," Endrali said softly, covering his hand with hers to hold it in place as she gave him a playful smile. "And the way I see it, you've saved my life at least as many times as you threatened it now, so we're even on that account."

The airy comment startled a chuckle out of him. "I doubt the rest of the galaxy will agree. I cannot be absolved of my actions so easily. But if you can accept me" --love me, and his breath tripped on the improbable certainty of it shining unmasked in her eyes-- "I want to become someone you deserve."

An impossible task; she deserved the galaxy and more, but one he wouldn't shy from striving to fulfill.

"Arcann." Endrali traced a finger down over his lips and chin. "I already do. The good, the bad, when I say I care about you, I mean all of it. All of you. I... love you."

He'd never felt such nervousness from her, and it somehow made him feel better knowing the weight she gave such an admission.

"I... I didn't realize until just now how much I hoped to hear that from you," Arcann confessed, heart pounding and intensely aware of her hand still resting on his arm. "I care for you as well, Endrali. As friends, as... more."

I love you, too. The words tangled in his throat, caught on Scyva only knew what. But his sense must've blazed with them, because her grin and her joy crashed over him like a wave.

"Well, that's good to hear," she whispered with a giddy laugh.

He had to be dreaming. The best he'd had in his life, but... "Really?"

She pressed his hand closer to her check, smile brighter than the sun. "Would I lie about this?"

Arcann gave a breathless chuckle. "I suppose not." He shifted closer, swallowing hard. "I must confess this is... unfamiliar territory for me. I'm unsure what comes next."

"Well. Not that I'm terribly familiar with it myself..." Endrali grinned, biting her lower lip, and pulled him close to whisper almost conspiratorially, "I think this is the part where you kiss me."

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The slowly rising warmth of hope and feeling the echo of her own burst forth in their full dazzling glory, filling her sense of him, as Arcann matched her smile.

"That I can do," he murmured, and made good, closing the remaining gap between them to press his mouth to hers.

Endrali grinned into it--she couldn't help herself--her arms around his neck for balance as he straightened and lifted her off her feet. Arcann wrapped an arm around her waist, other hand still cupping her cheek, and held her close until they parted, both all ragged breaths and thunderstruck smiles. He made sure she had her footing before he truly released her.

"How was that?" he asked, a touch playful but also genuinely checking.

"A very strong start," she said, tugging him close again. "Let me see if I can match it..."

She pulled him in for this kiss, hands cupping his jaw and trying to pour what she felt--the unchecked, unbridled joy running rampant--into it.

They broke with a gasp and Arcann rested his forehead to hers. "A likewise strong start," he murmured.

"Good." She didn't feel any inclination to move, perfectly happy to stand so close and try to wrap her head around one of her deepest wishes come true. "Oh! Thank you for the armor," she said after a moment, smiling sheepishly as she remembered. "I don't think I actually said that part out loud."

Arcann laughed--an actual laugh, quiet and deep. "You're most welcome." He smiled and linked his fingers between hers. "I would see you protected. The galaxy remains a dangerous place. I don't know what the future holds, Endrali, but I will face it by your side, if you'll allow."

"Of course," Endrali giggled and squeezed his hand. One thing she was sure about for the future, there would be challenges, for her, the Alliance, them. But they could handle it. Together. "Looking forward to it, in fact."

She pushed up on her toes to kiss him again, found him already moving to meet her, because they could. Everything was confessed, laid bare. And reciprocated, beyond all her hopes. Arcann loved her back. So Endrali giggled and deepened the kiss, because she could.

(At least until she started to lose her balance.)

(But he caught her.)

[theharrowing]

nobody needs a reminder that you'r gay but why not keep that to yourself rather then add it into every single story and then make these weird posts about it that seem to be making fun of those of us who have no interest in reading about it? its bad enough that you made the members gay for each other but i cant see myself in a gay main character and youre comfortable with ruining a story that some of us have been reading for years

ANON, HI!!!

wow omg thank you so much for sharing your fascinating opinion with me. you are so right that you are not represented enough in cishet content omg your life must really be difficult. 🥺🥰🥰

as per my master list:

❣  I write a lot of queer & poly characters, and even in my member x reader stories, there are often member x member side ships & threesomes. If that’s not your cup of tea, then this probably isn’t the place for you, babe!

some excerpts from Collateral chapter 17:

(Hwasa's real name is Hyejin, in case you missed that detail from the last update.)

Although you are surrounded by beauty in a place like Paradise, nobody steals your attention like Hyejin. Her beautiful diamond-shaped face is always made up with sharp black eyeliner and bright red lipstick. With wide, dark brown eyes that pierce into your soul, all it takes is one pointed smirk, and you are practically melting to her feet. She is always dressed a little revealing, showing enough skin that your eyes continuously trail back to her, just to get another glance.

You understand why men wage wars over love and lust. Hyejin is living proof of why so many sonnets and classic literature pieces are steeped in maniacal desperation over a woman some lonely man saw at a passing glance one time. 

Although you turn your head in the direction of Jimin’s voice, your eyes stay on Hyejin as she struts over to the bar where Jeongguk is leaning forward on his elbows, getting his attention by draping herself over him and slamming her hip against his side.  “Hmm?” you finally ask when seeing the two of them standing side-by-side has your cheeks feeling entirely too warm, though it still takes a few stray seconds to pull your gaze to Jimin.  He has one perfectly manicured eyebrow raised, and he tongues the inside of his cheek, making you feel even more embarrassed. You are only human…what does he expect from you?

“Gonna start calling you fawn instead of dove,” Jimin teases, and you snicker at the wordplay, unwilling or able to deny you have been fawning over Hyejin since the moment you met her. 

Hyejin pouts and it sends your heart haywire, making you nearly cave. “I want to see your moves,” she says in a sweet, baby voice that has you floundering for words—deciding that you would probably do anything to satisfy her. 

“Listen, I’m not here to break up whatever is going on between my favorite girls.” Jeongguk says, gaze on you as he raises an eyebrow and adds, “I just didn’t know our doll swings both ways.” Feeling indignant and a little claustrophobic, you shrug away from Jeongguk’s arm and give his shoulder a shove.  “For your information, I go…all ways…” you mutter with a grimace, trailing off because you do not owe him an explanation. Labels for sexual orientation may work for some, but they have never been your thing; you like people for people, and it is as simple as that. Defensive, you add, “But she was just giving me a friendly little kiss on the cheek, so it doesn’t matter.”

and the entire scene with them in the dance cage like HELLO LMAO I MADE IT VERY CLEAR THAN MC IS NOT STRAIGHT. hopefully this is enough evidence that you either chose to ignore what i wrote OVER A YEAR AGO or you have non-existent rizz and didn't realize they have been FLIRTING??????

reading about your pussy getting licked by a man is not going to be different from reading about getting your pussy liked by a woman. i promise you are not going to die. but i also won't miss you so idk bye!!!

[fandomn00blr]

Happy birthday!!!! ❤❣

You were asking for prompts so I thought maybe Euphoric for Merribela? (From 14 DA Lovers day)

Oh! Oh them...gah...I love them so much, and writing Merrill’s POV always makes me feel very...um...I can’t think of the word...good? Yes. That’s it. Good. 

Anyway, thank you for this prompt, @laniardraws (and @14daysdalovers for the original list!). I'm not sure if I really nailed the 'euphoric' part (it’s very abstracted here), but I had so much fun writing them again! This fits somewhere post-DA2, I think...

Merrill breathes in the sea air slowly — 1 2 3 4…hold 3 2 1…out 2 3 4…hold 3 2 1. And back in, wrestling down her nausea through sheer force of will as the ship pitches up and over another wave.

She’s asked Isabela to explain it to her, the euphoria of the sea, in the hope that she might study it, learn to appreciate it, feel it for herself. But when pressed, Isabela merely wields powerful, mystifying words like 'free' and 'alive' with the same effortlessly deadly grace as her daggers. The one that has sliced so precisely at Merrill’s heart is 'home.'

Because Merrill’s home is Isabela, the only home she wants, anyway — to be In her arms, or pressed up against her breasts…or between her legs, preferably. That is the home she chooses. The home she’s made entirely for herself. And if Isabela’s home is the sea…well, then Merrill must learn to love the sea, as well. For it is as much a part of Isabela as she is a part of it, and however Merrill feels about it is inconsequential.

To love a goddess and to worship at her feet is one thing. Like merely wading into the sea up to one’s ankles…maybe. But to stay with her, to dive in and let yourself be carried away, to make your home with her and her home yours…well, it’s the hubris thing again, isn’t it? To believe one could ever be so entitled...

“Feeling any better, Kitten?” Isabela murmurs behind her, wrapping her generous arms around her, entwining strong freckled bronze over all of Merrill's soft and fluttery parts.

“A little…” A lot, actually now that her home has come to claim her. Or at least to keep her from toppling overboard.

“We’ll reach Kirkwall this afternoon. You'll be able to disembark...get a break from all of this.”

Merrill musters all her woozy courage to turn around and say, “I want to stay with you.” Because she would never dare ask Isabela to come away from the sea, to stay with her in her cramped little apartment, bereft of all the things that make Isabela glorious.

“I want that, too. And I applaud your heroic efforts — really, I do — but you’ve been absolutely miserable these past couple of weeks!”

The rumble of Isabela's laughter against Merrill’s chest feels like tree roots, seeking deeper, softer places to grow into, keeping her from eroding away into the waves. But like anything that grows too fast, it stings.

“I can try a different tea. Maybe I’ll get used to it? Eventually...” She presses her face into Isabela's neck, wishing she could just sink into her depths and forget about the stinky, roiling sea.

“May I propose a compromise?”

Merrill doesn’t like that word. She never has. For her, compromise has always meant that someone, something, some dear part of her will be lost or given up. And she can’t bear to lose anymore of her heart.

But surely Generosity, her vhenan, would never ask such a thing.

“What?”

“You go back to living on land and not puking your guts out every five minutes...and I stay with you between jobs.”

“You mean, like, you would…move in with me?”

“If you would have me.” Isabela nods. “I can even leave my things strewn all over your place. I’ll probably forget to make the bed, too. And I'm complete shit at cooking, but…”

“But the sea is your home. This ship…your crew!”

“Meh. It will still be there, waiting for me. As will the ship and its crew, assuming I do my job correctly. But I wouldn’t mind having someplace a little more…grounded to come back to, now that I’m a big girl. Someplace besides the Hanged Man, that is. Especially if you’re there. And anyway, can you imagine the reunion sex?”

Merrill already is, of course, and she blushes as Isabela grins knowingly down at her.

“So what do you say? Can we give it a shot, at least?”

“Yes…” Merrill wavers, until her face tightens in sudden determination. “But you have to promise me something.”

“Anything...”

“Promise I can see you off from the harbor every time you leave? I need to see you when that first big gust of wind hits you, and…” Merrill’s blush deepens. “Just promise me, ok?!”

Isabela laughs, pulling her back in against her chest. “Yeah. That seems doable.”

[phantsmenace]

PONR Special - Russian Edition (Pt. 2)

With Andrey Shkoldychenko (Phantom) and Elena Bakhtiyarova (Kristin).

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Minors: Don't read. TW for sexual themes.

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So. Where were we?

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Ah. There.

Doesn't it look like she's losing her senses there? And he's just, you know... Singing.

Kudos to her smear-proof lipstick. 💋❣

What's his voice doing to you, Mlle Daaè? 👀

His hold is soft and, if you pay attention, his thumb caresses her wrist. Her eyes flicker from his face, to his hand, to his eyes again and if that's not a heated gaze then I don't know anything anymore. 🤨🔥

Honestly, she gasps so much that this scene looks even more sexual than it already is 👁👄👁

Doesn't this look like he's crowning her here? And then, when his hands lower, he doesn't touch her directly, like she is just too precious for such a thing. Like he's physically, spiritually and verbally worshipping her.

Nice™.

This has strong Hades/Persephone vibes, specially if you consider their former back-and-forth with the wine- She hesitated at drinking the figurative wine at first, but then she, after his soft seductive acts, ended up doing so. I think this Christine is very aware that the person under the hood is not Piangi.

Or she thinks it's Ubaldo and they're totally smashing. Which Is Valid, And I Ship.

Mademoiselle, are you warm?

Her eyes aren't on Don Juan, or the performance; maybe she's trying to find Raoul with her eyes, but they aren't going up. Rather, they seem hazy and unfocused.

She could still be looking for her golden boy, but what I really think that is happening here is that she's trying her best not to give in. Even if she still thinks that this is Ubaldo (which I doubt), it is very obvious in this production that the direction wanted to show Christine's bond with the Ghost's music. Maybe she's projecting enough that, in her mind, she's singing with the Phantom; his music has seeped deep into her soul, making a rather bold claim on her. You're mine, it says, and Christine is struggling to fight against it because it has a point. Even if she doesn’t think that people can belong to each other, there's still a chunk of her heart that has been given to the Ghost. Or at least that's my take on the productions choice with Christine's acting.

Also, she horny.

See how his hand is accompanying the music? OG's making a statement there.

LADY AND GENT, THIS IS A WENDY'S FOR GOODNESS SAKE

Yes. He really did that. Look again.

Yes. Mlle just straight up had an orgasm there.

Valid

Little Lotte let her mind wander... Is she going to die of horny?

She went for it.

Erik you terrible tease. Jail for Erik. Jail for 1000 years.

Sidenote: Can we all appreciate how his hand is bigger than her face? Thanks. 💕

You just can't convice me that Erik’s opera had this part choreographed. "Oh yeah they almost kiss, but literal Don Juan freaks out and gets too horny to function". 🙄 Like... I can't see it. So I'd prefer to think that in this moment Christine really just chose that she was going to kiss Don Juan, because Canon is whatever I want it to be. /just enjoy life however you want, folks./

Her focus finally snap back to the performance as Erik hunches like a loser. Or does she?

Why are you smiling, mademoiselle? Are you simply back into Aminta's mindset?

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And that's part 2. Are you ready for Part 3? 😏

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Part 1

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- Gifs by Persie (@petittneko)

[multistoty]

❣For the ship meme, Klauffy (Buffy and Klaus)

Who’s the cuddler? In public, the both of them has a tough exterior though things like holding hands or putting an arm around one's shoulder is an occasional public move. They make themselves known to be important to one another, but not to tempt enemies or make themselves targets even with mutual respect though in the compound with friends and family- Klaus absolutely snuggles up with her or puts his arms around her waist. Who makes the bed? When in anxiety, Klaus falls prey to sometimes tidying as his parentage creates. It's a rarity, but he grew up feeling like nothing which meant that he wished for acceptance in any form. Just like Elijah. It's the occasional glimpse of the viking boy. Though mostly it's a gentle love message from the slayer even if it was force of habit. Buffy respects and cares for him which warms the cold dead heart of a murderous vampire. Who wakes up first? Klaus has never allowed himself to sleep beside any women or lover wether it was paranoid or not. It is vunerability beyond measure which he gives her willingly. The safety of her arms meaning the world. he's used to running on fumes of sleep and quite likes watching the shadows the sun makes dance on her soft, angel like features. A few sketches and paintings of that joyful scene. Who has the weird taste in music? Both pf them have their own music to tease about. Klaus having some of the tastes reflecting his age and Buffy more popular or angsty that joins Hope and Hayley's dance party with. Who is more protective? before they even broached anything even the tangling of limbs, Klaus made his feelings plain by insisting on her safety more than a game piece to be used for his ulterior motives, but feelings he can't understand. He almost feels murderous sometimes that the blonde is so brave and ready to throw herself into the fray no matter what he has to say even if he is grateful for it and ,occasionally, proud of her. Both protect those that they love. Who sings in the shower? The mikealson boy had teased the vampire hunter every time it happens though he secretly treasures it with amusement. They were a partnership flaws and all and this thing was adorable Who cries during movies? Buffy only because Klaus doesn't cry to often or it would get him run through with a white oak stake by now. Plus she is the one to teach him about pop culture beyond his classical art and high brow entertainment. Who spends the most while out shopping? Klaus is a millionaire with expensive tastes. He isn't one to shop himself besides ordering minions about, but he would not hear of his love not being given everything that she could want just as she deserved. plus But was used to being a teenager with the world on her shoulders and finances to match. Who kisses more roughly? Klaus is usually the one to initiate a kiss or more. His hunger never sated and the want to devour and worship the woman he loves begins though Buffy doesn't seem to mind much when they are locked together. Who is more dominant? Klaus is a wolf that usually seeks to claim a lover though that was before he fell in love with his beautiful blonde queen who ends up taking charge even if his lips curved up in a boyish grin. Buffy made him feel like the viking boy that he once was which was not that man with thousands of willing lovers throughout the centuries. Normally, no one could order the original hybrid around without the benefit of a heart. My rating of the ship from 1-10. 10. Klaus deserves a partner who challenges and makes him better and I enjoyed the way such two strong personalities thawed for one another. Buffy is there for Hope and is apart of the change. She knows what a mantle of history is or what a savior entails. Klaus is used to being abandoned if he doesn't force someone to stay though he would never leave. They fought it so much though the pull was undeniable.

[depressedhatakekakashi]

Every anon ask you get fuels me to send you love *Drowns you in hearts*

🤍🤍🤍🧡🧡🧡💙💙💙❤❤❤🖤🖤🖤♥️♥️♥️💕💕💕💖💖💖💞💞💞💓💓💓💘💘💘🤎🤎🤎💛💛💛💝💝💝💗💗💗❣❣❣💟💟💟💜💜💜💚💚💚

You're amazing and funny and friendly and talented and every hater is wrong ♡♡♡

You're too sweet to me anon, I adore you! I do sometimes feel bad for not getting to asks fast enough, but i kind of think i make up for that with the amount of fics i put out. Like, it's not like i'm not adding to the fandom

and if people want to be bitter i won't write for their ship, that's on them. I know I'm a very devoted canon correct Kakashi writer. that people can come here and expect to find a very respectful representation of the character we all love.

I'm here to have a good time. I have a baby to raise and this is my stress relief. i'm happy there are people who enjoy my content. Who will chat with me about the things that we all love, and enjoy cute ships with me

And i'm glad i found a corner of this fandom where i can interact with people without seeing stuff that grosses me out. you are all amazing and i appreciate tf out of you

[disney-imagines]

Hi! Love your blog❣ Do you think u could do Elsa x Fire!Reader fic?

You eagerly awaited the docking of the ship as you stood near the edge looking out at the kingdom in front of you. Your parents had agreed to taking you with them to the coronation of the new queen of Arendelle after lots of begging and promises. You kind of understood their reluctance, however it could get quite tiring, you generally had control of your powers and isolation would be the last thing to help.You snapped out of your thoughts when you notice the familiar surge of heat through you hands. You took a deep breath as an attempt to relax and shook you hands to brush it off. You hoped your parents hadn’t noticed as they would have instantly regretted their decision and demanded to turn around and go back home. Luckily, they hadn’t been looking and you could shake it off.

The ship docked and you nearly raced off the ship before everyone else and were overwhelmed by all of the action going on around you. People racing to and fro preparing for the grand ceremony that was going to take place soon. Your parents eventually caught up to you and you dutifully followed them to the castle. You parents were rulers of a fairly small area of land farther north and while your kingdom, while small, was quite nice but it paled in comparison to the beauty and bustle of Arendelle. You looked around taking in as much of your surroundings as you could before reaching the castle. Once there you quickly headed to where the coronation was taking place and took your seats.

You looked out the windows of the room while waiting for the coronation to begin and you felt a pang in your heart as you dreamed of what life could be like for you here. You may not be in position to inherit the throne here but it would all be worth it to spend the rest of your life here. You felt a gentle nudge and looked to see your father’s disapproving gaze before you realized that the ceremony had begun. You quickly straightened your back and look straight forward as the new queen made her way to the front of the room. You felt your breath hitch when the queen turned around and you saw her. She was beautiful and her hair was a shocking white. You noticed her gaze turned to you and you quickly shifted your eyes to your lap. You felt the heat from your magic but were confused as it rose to your face before you realized you were blushing. You looked straight down for the rest of the ceremony and hoped that the queen had forgotten about you by now, but as the party after would prove she hadn’t.

The two of you both continuously stole glances at each other until eventually you had decided that you were going to go and talk to her. As you approached you found your resolve quickly melt however.

“uhm... hi” was all you said once you approached the queen she looked shocked at first and you saw a faint blush appear on her face.

“hello” she replied, there voice the very definition of dignified and you almost melted from the single word.

“Fun party, right?” You asked her and had to restrain yourself from smacking your face once the words left your mouth. But you took a sigh of relief when you heard her giggle and you could practically feel your heart flutter.

“I mean it’s alright, parties aren’t exactly my thing” she said and you could see some tension leaving her shoulders as she realized you were just as nervous as her. You laughed slightly

“yeah, I mean we could get out of her for a little bit” you said and she looked at you curiously, “it is your coronation but I don’t think people would mind if we stepped away for a few moments” She smiled and you felt your own smile begin to form in response.

“No i don’t think they would”

The two of you crept away to a balcony a little bit aways from the hustle and bustle of everything going on. And you started talking sharing stories about day to day life and shared experiences of being royalty, beefier your conversation began to lull. You weren’t sure if you were going to regret this or not but you began to talk again

“I was never able to talk to anyone outside of my parents and the castle staff though, my parents made me shut myself in. And I can’t help but feel like I’ve missed out on so much.” You looked over at Elsa and saw she was looking at you intently before you decided to dive right in. “The truth is I’m not exactly like everyone else” You then held your palm out and summoned a small flame in the center of it. Elsa looked shocked and you quickly regretted it and put your hand away. “that was probably too much I should go-“ but you cut yourself off when else then flicked her wrist slightly and you saw a wisp of ice fling forward. You stood shocked for a second before she broke the silence.

“Guess I’m different too”

You then tentatively reached out and took hold of her hands with yours. You stood for a second in silence looking at each other in wonder, before you leaned in and gently kissed her

“Let’s be different together then”

[alpacaparkaseok]

OH MY GOD❣

• I am so conflicted rn. Like the struggle is real real. First, all the boys were killing me, now all this attention is making me shy, (which is not like me but this fandom has neen doing things to me and tbh I'm not surprised).

• YES, I feel soo loved right now I am soft 🥺. I love ya'll 😍

• To be tagged sweet asks in B's tags🥺, I'm so proud?

• You have a point there, Jin is unstable... but then he is Jin. And how miksancheese put it👌👌. And then with all the support he is showing, maybe he deserves someone who understands him as well. Maybe it's not mc but he deserves the love. I dunno.

• 🐙/🤡 anon I'm sorry but he is so(if tae doesn't get mc Imma start a petition to pair u up with him, honestly mc doesn't deserve him u do-why is she into kissing everyone left and right, pick one and leave the rest for us🤨-)

The only things I think I am clear about rn:

1. Soft boy JK supermacy💗.(we are in the same boat '🪐-daydreamer' )

2. Apart from^^ I am unclear, where my loyalties lie. I feel like hobi's gonna come for me, and yes Tae maybe petty as **** but he is not a distraction. Jimin was the main star, and he is hot so ✊.

3. MC needs therapy.(for that,as soon as I complete my psy degree I'm available).

4. My love for B and her writing.

5. And now I really like her fiance and soon to be husband☺ for taking such good care of her, I wanna *very platonically* boop his nose bcz anyone who loves B deserves nose boops.

~🌼.

lol what can I say, I'm just so happy to see everyone interacting! it's seriously the highlight of my day!

also I forget that you guys read my tags haha. aww, every ask you send is sweet but I try not to flood the tag so I save the verrryyy sweet ones for that tag

that's it, who cares about oc, we're really here to ship Tae with 🐙/🤡 anon

JIN! the man of the hour. ngl, it does my seokjinnie heart well to see my man getting so much attention. so proud of my unhinged lil walnut.

1. Jk really just makes me melt into a puddle of uwu and it's not fair

2. you're definitely a jk fan club member through and through! but you're smart to stay on your toes with Hobi. let us not forget that my literal USERNAME is "alpacaparkaseok" to pay homage to 2Seok.

3. oc DEFINITELY needs therapy. maybe we should stick them in a group therapy session. wait that'd actually be hilarious to write

4. ah, the love is returned tenfold, my dear.

5. I'll have to show this to him hahaha. I'm sure he'll gladly accept the nose boops.

[lesbianpikachuu]

Go off!!! Tell us your thoughts of the Yoomtah!!!

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@sylvesters-ships EYAYEYAYEAYYEAYEA THE YOOMTAH <3

SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE MY BABY SWEETIE HONEY I LOVE HER HWHWHWHWHW LOOK AT HER GO JUST LOOKING AT HER I JUST WANA NUZZLE UP TO HER AND KISS HER SWEET FACE ALL OVER HHHHHEEEHEHEE<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<<33<3<3LOOK ISNT SHE LITERALLY THE CUTEST THING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!LITERALL YI LOVE HER SO MUCH SHE HAS MY ENTIRE HEART AND IT MELTS IN HER HANDS HWHSJSJJSEJSJKSDJNDJFKSND LITERALLY JUST LOOKING AT HER MELTS MY HEART EVERY TINY ACTION SHES MADE SO FAR...............GOD IF AND WHEN WE GET EE SEASON 2 AND WE SEE MORE OF HER IM GONNA GO SO INSANE IM GONNA BE SO SO HAPPY IM GONNA POINT OUT EVERY LITTLE THING SHE DOES MY GOD I ADORE HER WITH EVERY FIBER OF MY BEING SHES LIKE THE LOVE OF MY LIFE I JUST WANNA SQUISH HER CUTE LIL CHEEKS AND KISS HER A BUNCH AND MAYBE SHE GETS ALL GLOWY AND SPARKY AND GIGGLY WHEN I DO THAT ANF ITS SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO CUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTE HHHHHHHHHHHEAEWHAHWAWHAAAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA<3<3<33<<3<3<3<3<3<3ALSO WOULD LIKE IT A LOT IF SHE GAVE A BUNCH OF KISSES ON MY FACE TOO ONLY IF SHE WANTS TO I WOULD LOVE THAT THO HKDKKSJSJSJDKSJHSDJJ I JUST WANT SO MUCH AFFECTION WITH HER SHES MY SWEET CUTIE PIE I CANT STOP LOVING HER SO MUCH YKNOW👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩🌈👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩🌈👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩🌻❣💋🧡🌠💞💝🌻🌈🌻🍋👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩⚠️👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💝🌠💫🌻🍋💘⚡💘💚✨💛💘✨💖✨🍋❣🍋💘⚠️🌻⚡❣🌈❣💖❣🍋🌻💝💞⚡💘💚💘💛✨🧡🌼💙💫🌠🍋💘💖✨💓💕💖🍋💌💕💫⚠️🌠💞💖💘🌈⚠️💝💋🍋💋💕🧡💙❤💟💘⚡🌻💖❣🌻🍋👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💜💞🌼🌠⚠️❤💖✨💖✨💚✨💛🌼💛❤💙🌠✨🌻⚡❣💖❣🍋👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩⚠️👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩🌼💟❤🌼🌩💟❣🌈❣🌻💘⚠️💞⚠️❤🍋✨🌈💟🍋❤⚠️🌠🌼💞⚠️👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩🌻💟💋✨💛❤💙💗💙💗❤💓❤💌⚠️💌💘💚❣💕💚💚💝💫🌈💫🍋🌈🌩🍋💖💚🌩💚⚠️💌💙💗💗❤💓❤💌💞💌⚠️⚡💖💘🌼💘✨💕💋💝💋💫💟💫🍋💫💚💞💌⚠️⚡⚠️💖💙💖💛🌈💞🌈🌼🍋💞⚡💖🧡💖🧡🌠💕🍋💝🍋🌩🍋⚠️⚡💌👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💙💫❤💖💌💞🌈💖⚡🌻💛🌻💟💙💌❤💌💛💌💛💫💛💫💘💫💕💖💝🌠💫🍋🌈🌠💜⚡🌈💌🌻💞🍋👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩⚡💫💙💫💌💛💚✨💜💋🌈💛🌻❤🌠⚠️🌼🧡🌼💕💫💟⚡🍋🌼💛💌💌💜💙💛💗💛💓💌⚠️💖🌼🧡💋💕💟⚠️⚡💫👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💖💚💞🍋🌼🌠🌻💖💟💖🧡🌠🍋⚡❤⚡❤💫❤💫💛💌✨💌🌼💚💖🍋🌩⚡⚠️💌⚠️💌���💘💖💕🍋💫🍋💌🍋💖💚💞💗💜👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💜💙💗💛💗💛🌈⚠️🍋🧡🌠🧡🧡🌠💝🌠💖🍋❤💓💌💙💓❤💚💌💘💫🧡⚡💕💝🌠🍋💫🍋💖⚠️💚💓💙💚💛💗🌼🌠💜🌼🌈🌻💝🌻❣💚🧡⚡💕🌠💝💫🍋🌼🌈🌈💘🌼💋🧡💖❤🌻👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💜🌩💗⚠️💘🍋💟❣💌⚠️💗🧡💜🌼💖⚠️❣👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩🌻💞💕⚠️💌🧡💋💟🍋✨❣💌🌻💗⚠️💕💓💜❤👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩🌻💞💘🧡💋🌼💟🍋💟❣💖💗💕🧡🌠🧡💝❣👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩🌻💓💜❣💘🧡💘🌈💋🍋💋❣💗🌻💕💓💕❤💜👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩❣💞💝💜❣💖🧡⚠️⚡⚠️💖🌈💟🌼💫💋🧡💜🧡🌻💙❣💞💜⚠️💜🧡💘💘⚡💟🌼✨🍋💌❣💘💛💌💛💌💚💜🌩💖💫⚠️💋💞💓💞💗💞💖💚💚💌💚💌💛🍋🌩🍋🌩⚠️👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩🌈💙💋💞⚠️💕💞💓💙🌠🌩🌻💖❤💜💛💛💛💌💚💝🍋❤⚠️🌻🧡💟🧡💞💫💞💫💞🌈🌠💟💖💙🌩🧡💖💘💝💌👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩🍋👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩⚠️💙💜💞🧡💞🧡💫💞💓🌼💗🌼🌠💟🌈💙🧡🌩💌💝💌💚✨❤💞🌻💫💌💟❣💟💟💘⚡⚡💕⚡💓👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💖👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💜💚🌩⚠️🌠⚠️🌠🍋🌠💘💖💞💋💞💋🌻💓💙🌠💙💖💝🧡🌩💌🌩💌💚🌩💌🌩🧡💝🧡👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💋👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💕⚠️💕⚠️🌠💖💟⚠️💟🧡🌩💘🌠❣🌩❣🌩💌✨⚠️💛💞❤💌💞⚠️💕⚠️💓🌼💗🌠💟💖💙💜💝💚💚🍋💚⚠️💚⚠️💛💋👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💕💙💕💖💓💝💗💙🌠❤💖💛💜💚💘🌩❣🌩💌👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💜👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💜💙🧡💙💫💞💓💟💗🌻🌠🌻⚠️❤🧡💛❣💚💚💌💌🌩🌩⚠️🌠💜🌠💖💕💝💕💙💗💙🌠👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩🌈💛💛🧡💚❣🌩🌩🍋⚠️⚡⚡💌🌻❣💘💞💖💋⚠️💓⚠️💗🌼💖💟💜💖💌💖💌🌠🌠⚠️💚⚠️🌻💞🌻⚠️💙💜💝💋💝💓💖💓⚠️💗⚠️🌠💞💖💞🧡💖💖💌💝💌🍋💚⚠️🌩🍋🌠🌠💞💓💞💓💟🌠💙💖🌻💜👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💌🌩🌩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩⚠️🌻🍋💙����🧡💖🧡💞💓💞🌠💟💜💟💚🌩💌🌩✨👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💞💞❤👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💜💫💝⚠️💓⚠️💗🌼🌠💖💙💝🧡💖❣💖💌💝🍋👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💜💞💋⚠️❣❣💕⚠️🌈💌💖🌈💟💘💛🌈❤💕💫🌈💋💛🧡💖💛💓✨💟💟✨⚡⚡💝⚡❣💛⚠️🌩💖💕💖💕💖🌈✨❤💟✨🌻🌠💘⚡🌠❤🌠🌈💖💛💌💛❣✨💋🌈🧡🌈🧡💕💙💚❤🌼👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💓💙💟❤🌻💙⚡👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💙❣💙🌠💋🌼💞🍋💞🍋⚠️💙⚠️💙💌🧡💓💞🌻💜⚡👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩⚡🌠💖👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💌✨⚠️🌩💋🌈💋🌈🧡🌈🧡🌩🧡💓🌠🧡💘💞⚡💜💛👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩✨🌠💖💝🌈🌈⚠️🌈💋🌈💞🧡🌈❤🌩💫✨🧡💗🧡🌻💘🧡⚡💙💛🌠💖🌠🌩⚠️💕⚠️💕💋🧡💕⚠️✨💌✨💓💙🌻💜🌻💘👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩⚡💙🌠💫🌠💓🌼💝💚⚠️💚❣💋🌈🌈🧡🧡🌩💋🍋💌🍋❣🍋💙💝💗✨🧡🌻🌻🧡💘💙⚡👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩❤🌠❤🌩💌💛✨❣💛🌈💋🌩💚❤🌠❤💓💙💗🧡🌻🧡🌻💘💙⚡🌠❤🌠✨💌💛💛❣⚡⚡💋⚡⚡⚠️🌈💋💕💞💕💙💙💕💖🌩🌠💓💓💙🧡⚡⚡💜👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩❤🌈💌💛❣💛💞🌈💙💕🧡💚🌼💫🍋🌻👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💟💙💝⚡💘⚠️💋✨💫💗👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩🌻💜💘💙❤👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💖🌼🌩💌🌩💋🌈💞💕💞💕🧡🌈🧡💛❤💟❤🌻💙💘🌠⚡🌠❤✨💌⚡💝💛🧡🌼💋🍋⚠️🍋🌠❣🌩💋💞🌩🧡🌠💖✨✨🧡💟🌻💙💘💜❤💙💜💖💙⚠️🧡❣❤💋🌩💞🧡🌩🌩⚠️💙⚠️💓🧡💙🌻💫💜💫🌠👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩🌩⚠️✨⚠️❤🧡💙💛🧡🌈🌩❤🌠❤🍋💘🍋🌻🍋🌠💝🌠❣🌩💋💕🧡💕💖🌩💙💟💘💙🌠⚡🌠💖🌈⚠️💛💋💛💞💕💙💕💙💕🌈💌💛🌻✨💘💚💚✨❤💚💕❤🌈💓💛❣❤⚡💛⚠️🌩💋🌼💫🍋💌🍋💗💙💟💘🧡⚡💜❤🍋💖🌼🌩🌈⚠️🌩💚💋💚💙💚💙🌼💋💙⚠️🧡❣🧡💞💗💘👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩❤🌠🌩💝🌩⚠️🌻✨❣✨🌈⚡🌻💝💝🌩🌻🌠✨🌼❤✨⚠️💕💖💕💕💫⚡💓🌼💟💙🌻❣✨💞🌩✨✨❤💟💙💋💚💙💞💗❣💘🧡💙🌈💙💛💗💕💞💜💚❣💟🌻❤👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💌⚠️💗🧡💋🧡💜🌈💚💌🧡💟🌻❤💝👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💌❤🌼🧡💋🌈💋💓💜🌼💚⚠️💟🌩🌻❤💌👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💞💙💞🌠💞💫💋💛💋💟💙💚⚡💟👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩❤⚡💜🌠💜💝🧡🌼💛💋💓💗🍋🌠🍋💖💋❤✨💌✨🌩💗💗⚠️❣💖💗⚡✨💋🌩⚠️💝💌💗❣💕💘✨💖🍋🌈

LOOK AT HERRRRRRRRRRRR SHES SO ADORABLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE MY CUTE TINY ELECTRIC GREMLIN GF I LOVE HER SO MUCH HHHHEHEHEEEE<3<3<3&33<3<3<3I AM SO SOFT FOR HER I WANNA KISS HER FOREHEAD BUT ALSO I WANT HER TO KISS MY FOREHEAD UMM UMM IDK WE KISS EACH OTHERS FOREHEADS HDBJSAKAJSHDKSJDFB LITERALLY THO I LOVE HER SO MUCH I HAVE SO MUCH AFFECTION FOR HER I WANNA CUDDLE HER FOR HOURS YOOMTAH PLS COME HERE AND COLLECT UR WELL-DESERVED SNUGGLES AND SMOOCHES PLSSSSSSSSS<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<33IM JUST THINKING ABT HUGGING HER SO TIGHT WHILE SHE LAYS ON ME LIKE A BLANKET AND NUZZLES INTO MY CHEST AND MAKES HER CUTE LIL GIGGLES AND HUMS AND HAPPY NOISES AND ITS LITERALLY TOO CUTE I AM GOING TO MELT INTO A PILE OF SUGAR HHHHHEHEHHAHHSHSHDJKSJDHSJDKDJF I WANNA PET HER SOFT HAIR AND KISS ON TOP OF HER HEAD WHILE SHE MAKES AND CUTE LIL ^w^ FACE AND HOLDS ONTO ME SO TIGHT I WANNA GIVE HER EVERY LITTLE BIT OF THE LOVE AND AFFECTION AND HAPPINESS AND WARMTH SHE DESERVES WHICH IS ALL THE ADORATION IN THE WORLD AND MORE<3<3<3<3<<3<433<3<<3<3<3

[jade-green-butterfly]

@emitroll​​ =O//0//O=❣❣ 💓 💓 HOLY- WOW, WOW, WOWEEEE~❣❣ 💖///0///💖 WORDS CANNOT DESCRIBE HOW BEAUTIFULLY ADORBS THIS PIECE LOOKS, I FEEL LIKE MY HEART IS GONNA BURST WITH RAINBOWS FROM THE TOTAL CUTENESS~❣❣ ;///W///; 💖🌈✨🌈✨🌈💖 It’s just so...EEEEEE~❣❣ 😍😍😍 Thank-you, thank-you ever soooo much, my lovely Emi!! *mega-snuggles*✨💕 I don’t just like...I absolutely love, love, LOVE to the stars and heavens above~❣❣ 😍 💝 =^o^= 💝 😍 My goodness, you have captured all my darling Trolls ships and OTPs together ever so wonderfully - they look ever so darn precious and full of pure sweetness in your awesomely vibrant style~! n//.//n 💘 💞 💞 💘 For sure, my darling husband Coopy always takes me out for a real nice walkie, like the true loving gentletroll he is~ >//v//< 💗 💗 💗 And I spy our dear lil’ Toby has pinched his royal cap whilst running and playing with Clampers~💕 Not that we mind at all, we know very well that he takes great care of things, bless him~ X3 And I also truly love how Dustin and Melodyne are gazing tenderly and deeply into one another’s eyes, so full of true and pure love...making them inseparable, just like me and Coopy~💗 💖 💝 ;//D 💗 💖 💝 U//w//U Awww, thank-you ever soooo much again, my sweet Emi! *mega-cuddles*✨💕 This piece really made my morning and made another wonderful aftermath of my birthday too! 💝🌟o🌟💚 Keep up the amazingly excellent work and bless you too - I am ever so grateful for all you do and that you’re one of my bestest buds~❣❣👍💗 💞 ✌ 💚 xxx.     

Belated Birthday JUSSY!

Happy belated birthday Jussy!!

@jade-green-butterfly​