#((IF: sorry this might look weird i recently caught a cold and i'm not feeling very well!))

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #141

I think today, I might have created one of my best tea concoctions yet!!

Okay, so I started with these ones; I put one bag of each of these into my mug, and brewed it:

(Yes, once again, I do have weird mismatching socks on. I wonder if your socks are colorful like mine under your boots; maybe you can give it a try and see how it feels!)

Please say hello to Momma, our resident lady-in-a-tuxedo; she's VERY cute!

From there, I added sugar instead of honey this time, and a bit of heavy cream. The swirls today were absolutely mesmerizing:

And, once the swirls were all settled down, the physics involved with density and fluid dynamics caused my tea to settle itself into 5 layers - the undissolved sugar on the bottom, a layer of tea that is very saturated with dissolved sugar, followed by cold layer of tea mixed with cream, a warmer layer of tea mixed with cream, and finally just a thin layer of pure cream:

Isn't it marvelous!!! And when I mixed it all up, the result tasted EXACTLY like a kind of Girl Scout cookie called Samoas! I know you don't know what those are, because there aren't any Girl Scouts on your planet, but trust me, they're REALLY GOOD, oh my goodness!!

…Samoas were my mother's favorite kind of Girl Scout cookie, last I knew. I wish I could share this tea with her, too.

In any case, I went to physical therapy with M, because afterwards, we had made plans to get lunch! We finally went back to the place with those fried green tomatoes that I didn't take a picture of because I ate them too quickly (sorry about that!). This time, I remembered to take a picture for you BEFORE my appetite got the better of me:

Today, I got the seafood pasta. I know that you like pasta pescatore, and this isn't exactly the same, but… it's got shrimp and clams and linguine and pesto sauce and parmesan cheese on it, and… I think maybe you would love it, so I took a picture because I can't… I can't share it with you…

I also got their crème brûlée; their flavor changes every week. Last time, it was berries, remember? Well, this time, it was dark chocolate and coconut - just like my tea this morning!! And this, too, tasted just like a one of those Samoas!! It was SO GOOD!!

…I wish you were here…

On our way home, I managed to snap some really nice photos of the trees and the sky; I hope you'll like these:

After we got inside, I went ahead and put the rods in the kites that arrived yesterday. I'm hoping for a windy day tomorrow so I can test them out!! But I'm not going to take pictures of them just yet; like I said, I have PLANS for that eagle kite, and I don't want to show it to you until those plans come to fruition. I know what I have to do, and I found the perfect image for it; it's just a matter of getting it done. I think you're gonna love it when you see it. Or at least, I hope you will…

Today, J and I tried to go to Eggcellent with the lovely leader of the place we like to go to once a week! Unfortunately, Eggcellent was closed due to plumbing issues, I guess. So we went to a different place! And!! Oh!! Sephiroth!!! They had MACARONS!!!

Look at them all!!! 🤩🤤 But in particular, these three caught my eye:

...I know you like vanilla and roses, and I thought these might have a similar flavor profile, so I got them!! And I also got a cherry blossom matcha tea! More than anything, I wished I could share these with you, because I think you would have loved them:

...Alas, this picture is the best I can do.

...Given everything you've gone through, everything you are still going through, and everything that you likely will go through in the future... I'm sorry that this little bit is the best that I can do...

...

Well anyway, J and the leader from the place and I sat and talked for a couple of hours, and it was wonderful!! The best part was when the leader showed us the beautiful pictures from his sister's recent wedding; she and her friends and her husband looked so vibrant and happy and beautiful!! He's going to go through all of the pictures and select the ones he likes best so he can show them to us later! I can't wait!!

I also snagged some pictures of the evening sky in the outdoor spot where we enjoyed our tea and macarons; maybe you'll like these...

...I wish that I could give just a little bit of joy to you. I hope that anything I show you and tell you about can give you even a small reason to smile, or cause you to feel just a little warm inside your mind. Not even you, with your incredible power and all the amazing things you've seen up until this point, can imagine what I'd be willing to give if it meant I could have the power to gift these things to you. If I had the chance to trade your life for mine, so that you could be here, enjoying all these things in my place... I'd be happy and proud to take that chance without even a moment's hesitation. Even if I disappeared as a result... I wouldn't mind - not even a little. Not if it meant you could be happy and safe.

...In the meantime, I'll keep writing to you, sharing pictures with you, singing little songs to you, and gently calling out your name until you return to us. I have faith in who you are and in what you can do; I'll be waiting to see you shine in all the ways that only you know how to do.

...I guess that wraps it up for today. Tomorrow, I'll keep trying to capture the prismatic bits of delight that exist within all of the simple things so that I can show them to you and maybe help you to remember what beauty and love are like. I know you're capable of seeing it; I saw who you were before your fall, and I know you can rise up into becoming someone who believes he deserves to retrieve the parts of himself that others tried to steal away. I know you can do it because I am doing it, and I'm not better than you.

I love you. Don't ever think you're alone. I'll write again soon, so please stay safe and treat yourself nice, okay?

Your friend, Lumine

[ask-creek-crap-blog]

Craig: Guess I didn’t need my master plan after all <3

Tweek: Ma-master plan?? 

Craig: Don’t worry about it.

((IF: Happy Holidays everyone!! (And most likely happy new years, because I will be away on a trip!) Thanks so much for the continuous support throughout the years! Love you all!! <3 <3 <3))

[billy-and-friends]

Enjoy this piece that I had to cut from a fic I'm writing, it's not edited and it's probably a mess

Captain Marvel is two months old, Billy Batson just recently turned eleven. Between saving people and playing with his new found powers Billy had had little down time.

But a small drop in crime had led to an increase in down time. Now Marvel had nothing to do but goof around. He'd been flying around for a while but had grown bored of it and ended up sitting and the roof of a local building.

So naturally, when a young man showed up excited to meet the city's new hero, Captain Marvel actually took the time to talk to him, instead of rushing off to stop a crime.

It had started with an introduction and a picture, but soon tapered off into a semi awkward conversation. The exact kind that happens when two strangers try to converse.

"Nice weather, huh?"

"Oh yeah, I mean it's a little cold up in the clouds but it's pretty nice down here."

The man just stared, and suddenly Billy realized that being an eleven year old with few social opportunities might have affect his conversation skills.

"That was a weird things to say, wasn't it?" Billy had to restrain himself from running away. How did he make it more awkward?

"Um. No, I mean a little." The man was clearly trying to be kind, but Billy could only handle so much silence, so he went to leave, only to feel his cape tug at his neck.

It was caught on the edge of a trash can, just his luck. Already flustered by the failed attempt at being friendly, the cape just furthered his embarrassment.

"Sorry, not really used to the whole cape thing." Come on just get unstuck already! He pulled a little harder and POP, too hard.

Looking across the street at the trash can that no laid there was like watching a surreal prank. It was a good ten seconds before Billy recovered enough to do anything.

"You know what? I'm just gonna..." Cap threw a thumb over his shoulder and took off, face as red as his suit.

Tomorrow a video titled "Captian AWKWARD?" will be posted on YouTube, by next week it will be viral, and in a few months when Marvel is inducted into the league, it will be on everyone's minds.

[tubboslittlebee]

𐐪𐑂 pink cheeks

summary: Technoblade blushes the first time because of y/n.

warning(s): fluff

character(s): c!Technoblade x reader

a/n: The book Techno was reading was something I made up so it's not real.

It's been a long day so you just want to spend your time with your favourite person, Technoblade. You wandered into his house and saw him in his blanket sitting next to the fireplace, "Hii~" You smiles and sit next to him, "Hi y/n, have you eaten?" "Yep!" "Phil's making some hot chocolate, you can go help him if you want". You walk towards the kitchen, you were feeling kinda cold so moving around the kitchen might warm you up, "Hello Phil, is there anything I could help?", the delicious sweet smell of chocolate just spreads all over the small room making it so nice, "Nope! I have just finished them, I knew you would come so I have already prepared an extra cup for you" He hands you two warm cup and tell you to bring it to Techno.

"So what do you usually do at this time?" "Reading, it's pretty fun" He shows you a book he's been reading recently 'A Small Kingdom', a thick book with a leather cover. "What is it about?" "It tells a story of a prince who killed his father and took his crown" he smiles, 'Did he just smile? That story sounds horrifying' you thought, "I can read it to you, like a bedtime story" "Okay!". Techno voice is deep but very calming, you feel sleepy every time you talk to him somehow, not because what he was talking about is boring it's because his deep voice makes you feel safe and comfortable. Not long later Philza came in, "It's freezing, today might be the coldest day of the year!" Techno looks at him and smiles, "Indeed, also-" you slowly snuggle in his blanket and sit on his lap interrupting his sentence. Techno's face was extremely pink, he just stares at you, flustered, you look up at him, two eyes met and he was even more flustered. "Why are you so red Techno?" Phil giggles, "Oh oops, I'm sorry I was cold so I snug in, I didn't think that you would feel uncomfortable" You were going to get out of his lap but he pulls you back and hugs you, "It's fine, does this makes you warmer?". Now you're the one blushing, "I..um..yep!".

You fell asleep so Techno brought you to his bed. "It's weird seeing you being flustered Techno, it's like a very rare thing to see" "Okay Phil, I know what you're thinking about.." Phil laughs, "Oh my, I wonder what was the reason that made you blush" Phil said giving Technoblade a slight wink, Techno rolls his eyes and answered lazily "I was just surprised that y/n sat on my lap, nothing else". The night continues, Techno is still reading his book and responds to whatever Phil was babbling about, the blanket caught your scent so now it smells like you making Techno slightly blush again, "You're blushing? Again? Techno if you tell me it's not because of them I'll hit you" "Whatever Phil..", Philza lets out a small 'aw' and pats Techno's head "You're in love mate, welp I'm leaving, get some rest!". It's cold but Technoblade feels so warm, a slight smile lightens on his face. It was a peaceful night for 'The Blade'.

[downwiththemutantnjnjaturtles]

We Met Within This Screen (chapt. 4)

[Donnie x fem reader]

sfw, chapt. 3, pt. 4 here

Sighing, you set your phone face-down after sending your last text to Bo. What an abrupt end to something that had been so good. You were confused, a little taken aback and honestly sad. You'd thought the two of you were getting along well. Bo was smart, well-spoken, funny, and all around, a really nice person. He listened to your venting and seemed like he had a response to everything. Always, he had some random fact to hit you with whether it was about biology, chemistry, astronomy, language—you weren't sure where he got all his knowledge from. He'd never mentioned school, if he went. He didn't mention a lot about himself, actually. 

People come and go, someone had once told you. You guessed that he was one of those passersby, as much as you wanted it to be more. 

More?

When had you started thinking that? More what? 

You were tempted to pick your phone back up, to check and see if there were any new messages. Not that you could expect much; Bo had been so curt about his exit from your friendship that it was left at his last text, "Again, I'm sorry." You wanted to say something, but what was there to say? It was his decision. A sudden, uncharacteristic, and frankly odd decision, but still, his. Thinking back on it, you tried to remember any instance you might have crossed a line, or maybe said something you shouldn't have. That's what made you open up the messages again, scrolling up and up and looking for anything weird, but finding nothing of the sort. It had all been normal up until when you texted him about the clamor you'd heard outside your apartment building. And then it went flat—he didn't even respond to it, just said his apology and his goodbye before going offline.

You wanted to take your mind off it with a game, but as you looked through your list and saw the one you and him had played together, you knew it was near ruined for you. It just wasn't the same to play alone or with your acquaintances. An otherwise boring game made fun by one particular person, but now it was barely what it used to be.

Unfortunate. 

The next morning might have felt more normal if it weren't for the fact that everyone was pretending like it was. For the sake of secrecy from their father. As far as Donnie knew, Splinter still didn't know anything was or had been going on, and he intended to keep it that way, too. He wanted to tell his father, he did, but all he saw coming of that was reprimanding, or at the very least an awkward discussion, and possibly, time in the Hashi. He was already feeling the aftermath of his actions; he didn't need any more. Especially as he checked the messaging app one last time, only to find it empty, aside from her goodbye. 

Donnie stood at the kitchen counter, mask off and groggy as usual, scrounging for something to eat. Maybe a cup of coffee (if they had any), which he was looking for when Mikey bounced in. Normally, his brothers would avoid him when he was in one of his "moods". He hadn't a passionate temper like Raph but a slow-brewing one, the kind that festers until it's alleviated or boils over. Cold quiet was his thing. 

But Donnie knew why he was here. So did Mikey. He had that familiar glint of mischief in his eye. 

There was no coffee, so he settled for some kind of pastry they'd found while looking through the dumpsters. Really, the item was fine—only the packaging and appearance was defective. It was a wonder just how much food grocers wasted over arbitrary reasons, but regardless, he was happy to oblige his secret sweet tooth. 

From the corner of his eye he could see Mikey waiting eagerly for him to turn around and regard him. To listen to whatever he was about to talk his ear off with. Their youngest brother was more often than not bright-eyed in the morning, something Donnie's morning fog could not always entertain. He picked at his food at the counter for a moment, mind wandering back to his night and subsequently,  the unresolved feelings. Dreadfully unresolved, he groaned inside. And they probably would continue to be, as after sleeping on what had happened the previous night, thinking about her, he realized something that made his face flush. Oh, no. 

He froze in his place, suddenly very awake. He looked over his shoulder and found Mikey was distracted rummaging through the food for his own breakfast, and with a faint cringe, tried to sneak out of the kitchen undetected. No way would he admit to Mikey's words on the rooftop that night, the ones that made him flinch with embarrassment. The same ones that bounced around his head despite all attempts to stuff it down. "You like her, bro." 

Things involving him could never be simple, could they?

Abandoning his plate, Donnie began tip-toeing out of the room right behind Mikey. His foot hit the leg of a chair and caused a creak—he winced. As he thought, Mikey looked back, "Why are you sneaking around? You didn't finish your breakfast. Can't go on patrol on an empty stomach, dude." 

Before Donnie could even answer, he continued in a whisper, "Plus—"

"Whatever it is, Mikey, not now," he cut his brother off, "last night was the end of it, alright? You need to let it go." It sounded harsher than he would have preferred, but he felt the need to drill it into Mikey's skull that it was over, that it was just something he'd have to deal with. There were a lot of things they dealt with despite not liking it. With time, he'd forget—more accurately, be able to ignore— and maybe he could find the same enjoyment in his brothers once again. That sort of friendship.  But at the moment, it was ruined for him—he got a taste of something more and it was taken away what felt like second later. 

Mikey's face fell. Donnie couldn't stand that, seeing him upset over something he'd said. He had a bit of a soft spot for their youngest, no doubt. Just wasn't always obvious. 

"Aren't you afraid you'll regret it?" he asked, voice soft. 

Fear was a strong word, but of course Donnie was anxious. It was the thing holding him back from being able to simply compartmentalize everything, to put it in a box and on the metaphorical "deal with this later because it's uncomfortable right now" shelf. Or to deal with it at all, as ignoring his problems with studying and unrelated research and experimentation wasn't exactly prime management. He knew that. 

After a while of thought, Donnie was able to give him an answer. "Well…I mean, how could I not be?" he inquired in return before leaning out of the doorway to scan the lair. Everyone was either in their room, the dojo, or there, in the kitchen. Mikey has always made him feel most comfortable, and he was sure that was the case for the other three, just that they had other ways of showing it. He was certainly easy to talk to; if Donnie weren't so careful of his mouth and what came out of it, he could probably spew way more to him than he liked. Mikey could come through sometimes, though, which prompted him to keep going, "It was a big thing for me. We've been disconnected from everything else for so long that it was just...exciting, to get a look into what it's like. Being 'regular', you know?" 

Mikey sat down on one of the bar stools, feet idly shuffling against the floor as he folded his arms and rested on them. "You didn't hear it from me, but I'm a little jealous," he said playfully, but Donnie was aware that it was the case. "Maybe I'm pushing you to go after her because I'm trying to live vic–vicrous–v–…" 

Donnie smiled, he couldn't help it. "'Vicariously'?" he suggested. 

"Yeah! That," Mikey beamed, nodding. "You get what I mean." 

"I understand." 

The conversation died off soon after as Donnie decided to get breakfast over with and do whatever needed to be done before they left for patrol that night, darkness falling earlier due to the upcoming winter. It wasn't too cold for them to be out yet, though, so that still meant a chilly patrol in the Autumn breeze. He hated the cold. 

As Donnie was making himself busy at a circuit board in his lab, he heard the beads in the doorway shift, and to his surprise, Splinter came shuffling in. 

"Sensei?" 

He put down his soldering iron, spinning around in his chair. "Something the matter?" 

Splinter ran his fingers along a shelf on the wall as he wandered by, careful to not disturb any of the items lining it. Beakers, recently-repaired electronic parts, projects put on pause, things that would loathe to be broken. 

"There is always something," Splinter replied enigmatically, "I would not be here if that weren't true. Would you agree?"

 I'm compromised!

Donnie had a strong but hidden dislike for vague speaking, even if he did it himself sometimes. When spoken to you it's much more bothersome. 

Splinter waited for his answer, looking at him expectantly. "Donatello?" 

"Yeah, um…yes, I would—I would agree. I suppose. So...what is it again?" Damn his stutter, he couldn't get away with anything, hardly. He was only able to stifle it just enough. 

Picking a random pipette on the desk next to Donnie, Splinter studied the green liquid close for a second before his nose twitched, and he put it back down. "You have been very busy lately, it seems. What is it that you work on all day in here? Or are you playing games?" 

Donnie's heart thumped. His hand found that particular spot on his neck and began to scratch, and Splinter looked at him dead in the eye. He should have known; there was no hiding anything from their father, he was too good. Stupidly, infuriatingly perceptive. Donnie caught himself scratching that spot and slid his hand away, he hadn't even noticed he was picking at it again. He knows, Mikey told him, I probably look like a guilty idiot right now, I'm—

"I haven't been playing games," Donnie blurted out. 

Quizzically, Splinter gestured at the computer screen on the other wall, which had the menu of the game he'd opened up just earlier. Reminiscing over it even though it had been only a couple of days since he and his friend had last played together, but he stared at the screen as if it had been years. It made him realize how easily he'd gotten attached to that. Well, to her. He was on the fence about whether he wanted to try playing again or not and left it on.

Oh, you have to be kidding. I'm a fool in a man's shoes. 

Donnie laughed uncomfortably, "You caught me, Sensei," he said, "I guess I have been playing games more often lately." 

It was honest enough, right? 

Splinter hummed and cupped his hands behind his back. "I see."

Straightening out, Donnie dipped his head a little. "I'll...lay off on them. Sorry for lying. I've just been really distracted recently." 

"Liars never prosper, my son. Take care of yourself." 

He then left. 

So he didn't know. Donnie still couldn't say it with any degree of confidence, because Splinter would trip them up here and there, but it was assurance enough to know that if Splinter was aware of what had gone on between the four brothers and his new—rather, former—human friend, he would have confronted Donnie about it. Or all of them, considering it was now a secret they were all in on actively hiding. And on top of that, Raph and Leo didn't know Mikey was conspiring. Layers and layers, he sighed. 

With Splinter gone, he let out a breath of relief. Too close. Much. But, swiftly evaded. A chuckle left him, not of humor, but more because he was actually feeling a little confident. Just a little. They were really hiding something from Splinter; it was reason enough to pat himself on the back, nothing got past Splinter. Except for him.

Briefly, he thought of Mikey's outlandish idea as he spun back around in his chair. "Mikey, you are crazy," he mumbled to himself as he took his soldering iron, resuming his work from before. "But..."

Chapter 5

[nightswithkookmin]

JIKOOK:DON'T ASK ME TO STOP LOVING YOU. I WON'T- Jikook Shading eachother pt3

Disclaimer:

Everything expressed in her is my opinion. It is not intended to be malicious or disrespectful to any of the parties here in mentioned. Please don't be weird.

Jeon Jungkook is in love with Park Jimin. Period. If you have doubts, take my word for it. That man heard a bell ring and he's been following that jingle sound till thy kingdom come. Bless him.

No, I am not off track. We are still on the Jikook breakup/fights 2020 train and it's express. Beep beeeeep! Sorry.

Jk loves Jimin and it is the cause of all his woes- with Jimin as well as with the other bandmates. His problem is he loves that man- too much.

Yes, the 2019 November-December tensions with his bandmates was all because he keeps blurring the lines between his relationship and his career. He is lucky, both of them are lucky that they found eachother in a space like this where they have the opportunity to love and still have it all. Trust me, it's rare.

Except JK didn't join BTS to pursue a career. Bless him. He went there to harvest him some sweet love. Lol. Jokes aside, Jk when he started out had no goals, no ambitions whatsoever. He was young. He was just following the path set out for him by his parents perhaps, his teachers- and also he thought Namjoon's thighs were hella delicious. Lol

He has had to grow to love and appreciate his craft and career just as he's said in the recent Japan comeback interviews. He even almost quit singing to go be a dancer and all it took was Jimin telling him he had an amazing voice for him to stay- the power of park Jimin!

That's how young and naive he was when he began his career path. Let's get a bit deep and psychoanalyze him real quick. He made an entire life decision to join a boyband for seven years not because he loved to sing and dance but because he admired the zeal od RM?

Then when layer he was exposed to dance, and had to make an equally important life decision, he allowed another bandmate(Jimin) to make that decision for him. This should tell you the state of his mind as at the time. He was young and impressionable with no aspirations of his own.

Even as of 2019, he said he had no idea what he was going to do with his life after BTS had the band disbanded in 2018. That's a lot of experience span to not know what he wants to do with his life.

Now I don't mean to say he is immature but we all know the members especially Jimin have pointed out time and again that JK is in fact immature or can be.....

He seems to me as the type who still have a lot to figure out and per his recent interviews where he's talked about taking time to himself to work on himself and his hobbies etc. I have a feeling 2020 has been a period of awakening for him. A period where he is self actualizing a lot and I'm happy for him.

But it is what is causing this age of enlightenment in his life that has me curious.

Moving on, this young, naive, impressionable JK as he was in the early days of BTS started developed feelings for his hyung. Do you see the problem? I'll wait....

These feelings, I assume, began as pure admiration and fondness of Jimin. Jimin was this talented and hardworking, spontaneous, energetic hyung and JK with an impressionable mind as his was was bedazzled by him.

Soon these feelings would morph into what could be seen as an obsession, infatuation and then finally love.

The way I see it, loving Jimin gave him purpose for the first time in his young life. He may not have known much about his life goals and ambitions but he knew being with Jimin gave him a solid ground to stand on, a new sense of direction, certainty and purpose.

He got to share in Jimin's passions, share his with him, dance together, sing, practice, rehearse, make him the subject of his photography, the subject of his attention, care for him, be cared for by him- something he hadn't had the chance to experience from home before he was yanked away into idol life.

Growing up, we all experience that moment where we imprint on friends and relatives. My uncle was my mentor as well as my elder brother too. I admired them so much I sometimes confused that with romantic love till I got socialized properly.

Jk's socialization was.... He....

-Jk may be an introvert but he thrives and shines best when he partners up or is in a group like BTS or his friends group etc and Jimin i feel was the ideal partner for him; his queerness, his adventurousness, pushing JK's boundaries, challenging his beliefs, showing him how to have a good time- ok I really want this Jimin back! Like right now!

Jimin left an impression on JK's young mind. He imprinted on him. And for the longest time, we've seen the way he stares at Jimin.JK really loves Jimin.

So what's the problem?? Loving JM is consuming his mind y'all. It's all he thinks off. All he cares of. He seems super hyper focused on Jimin so much so that it is affecting the dynamics of their group.

His jealousy,possessiveness- He knows he has to keep his relationship a secret for the sake of the group because it is their secret too and yet he just can't help himself.

I feel RM and the others complain a lot about how he let's his jealousy get the best of him. Like how he almost exposed JM as his boyfriend on several occasions verbally( see previous post for further details)

Like how him getting jealous and possessive gives them away more often. I mean JM is bad at hiding it too but let's be honest JK isn't winning any awards with that bad acting. *sigh. He is hopeless.

But yes this is what led to the MMA standoff with RM. It is also the reason for the tensions between Jikook during Jin's birthday VLive (JM asked him to keep his distance because the members had tried to separate them earlier and so JM was just being salty af during this period. It had nothing to do with JK but the others. See Golden Disc and you'll understand)

This also led to their subsequent break up( which you will notice during the comeback interviews and promotions periods- I don't know about you but they were giving off two exes tryna to keep it happy for the cameras during that period but failed cos their interaction were just....)

PS: there are a lot of moments I want to point out but don't know where to begin cos there are a lot.

The blackswan behind scenes moments( JM asking JK if he he wanted to be in a subunit with someone else, JM making JK jealous during the interviews, JK using Tae to make JM jealous the next day, JK holding JMs hands not wanting to let go- he was missing his ex. Lol it's what you do when you have to be friends with that ex you still love and won't hesitate to touch them given the slightest opportunity and once you do you don'twanna let go)

Just look at that whole On comeback promotion moments. You'll understand what I mean.

Also the Run episode moments- you know the one JK almost beat Suga up with the frying pan- JM for this phase seemed to be to be trying to get back together with JK. Dude was clingy as fuck! And for once he was on his best behaviour, trying his hardest not to make JK jealous. I mean the Run behind scenes moment where JM was helping Tae clean off food residue on his mouth but stopped immediately when JK lifted his head. *insert skull head emoji. Lol

To say JM was a bit clingy during this getting back together phase would be an understatement. Remember his clingy moments during Suga's birthday Vlive 2020? And during Festa too? He was trying to get JK's attention and also impress him throughout.

Around this breakup moment too was when he was spending a lot of time with Tae playing video games with Army, posting their selfies at 4 AM and what not. It is also the same period he posted a picture of himself with his dogs on Twitter and said he was trying to spend time with loved ones- if that wasn't shade to JK!

They couldn't post 13th May because of these issues they were having. Not that JM didn't try though. He posted on the 1st, JK should have followed with 3rd but did was busy pouting somewhere. JM still gave us a 5/8=13 selca though so yaay!

What I'm trying to say is, their fight has been about JK not wanting to be separated from JM and JM asking JK to cool it off for a while to not cause trouble with the members and the company.

To which Jk responds with:

1. Interrupting JM's call with Jin during his VLive to ask him on a date and say I love you to him. Dude is a rebel, I don't know what you want me to say. He is not gonna cool it just because it makes the other worried he is exposing them too much.

Jk interrupting JMs live I feel got Jikook in trouble because after that Vlive JM never did a solo live on VLive again to this day. His subsequent lives have all been on YouTube.

I have a feeling he was penalized because that VLive exposed them. And no, I'm not being delusional. Jikook were both banned from doing a VLive together alone following their New Jersey VLIVE in 2019 when they- I don't even know how to describe what they did in that live!

And to make it less obvious, I think BigHit decided the others should stop doing solo Vlives on VLive altogether because now they all do their solo lives on YouTube as well and if they have to do a Vlive it is heavily monitored by BigHit staff or its radio and not done in their rooms too.

So I think Jimin got pissed at JK for doing that and getting them in trouble again. I mean if you heard him sigh during the new Jersey VLive you would know how frustrated JK makes him. He loves him too but.... Jk can be a bit too much ya know?!

Anyhoo, so I believe JM called for some space and told JK to take up interests in other things beside him and I don't know how JK took it but he responded with this:

Posting the cover of the song Not Never. Which was him basically saying for as long as he lives he will not never think about JM. As in he is never not ever keeping away from JM. We might have to pry Jimin from his cold hands! *sigh

Which leads to the radio Vlives moments,

Something Jimin said during his interview with suga caught my attention. He said it was nice that they get to speak with Armies at least like this. I believe all these were putting a lot of stress on Jimin as he has decided to take a break off social media prior to him saying so on this interview. But the wording of that statement also made be believe some thing or someone was preventing him from talking to Armies in the usual manner.

Earlier with RM he had said how he would go crazy if they weren't allowed to do certain things he was used to doing on stage as well. So that also raised a flag to me.

I had a feeling Suga had invited JM on that Radio live to address his 'issues'- including his issues with JK. Jikook have a subtle way of communicating with each other and somehow social media has a huge part in that. They not the only ones, Beyonce and JayZ also addressed their relationship issues through their music, going back and forth yet they lived together. I DONT UNDERSTAND THESE CELEBRITIES!!!

Sorry for the rant. Anyway I had a feeling JK was listening to the radio interview too.

Suga asked JM why he didn't come to his music video set to support him- which I believe he was referring to his Daechwita shoot. JM didn't go because, take a guess...

JK was there too. Lol. He had gone with Jin and even ended up filming a part in the music video. My guess is Jk thought Jimin was gonna be there because he always go to Support Suga and the others in times like that.

So Jimin responds with 'were you expecting me? .... I didn't come because I want you to want me more.' Now that's an absolutely random response don't you think? He couldhave said something logical like he had to record at a studio or something- unless he wasn't talking about Suga but was sending that message to someone else who was listening in. A certain man with a JM tatto ring on his ring finger perhaps??

JM from this response revealed he intentionally missed that shoot. He knew JK would be there and he wanted him to ask where JM was at it he wasn't at the shoot. It's also interesting how during this period JK was spending a lot of time with Jin. When he interrupted JM's Vlive call he was with Jin. He went with Jin to Suga's MV and Jin posted a selca of him and shirtless Jk dieimh this period too while JM was mostly seen with Tae. What does this remind you of??

MANILA. same thing happened when they had that Manila fight. Jin was with JM and we all know who was siding with JK!

Why would JM say he wants to be enacted more? Easy- He a slytherin and a Libra and those two mixed together is sinister. Kidding.

I believe JK intentionally took a step back from JM, to give him the space he wanted and it had JM feeling someway about it. Probably had him feeling JK didn't want him as much anymore. Dude is insecure we been known. He a Libra and a slytherin what y'all expect?

So I'm guessing JM put up the classic textbook attitude towards JK which had JK all confused because he had no idea what their issues were anymore or why his boyfriend was spending his nights at Tae. You want space, you got it. Why you mad?

So JK reaches out to Suga for help. because the intention was fix his relationship not have it plummet. Dude is in love with this man and will do whatever it takes to keep his relationship. *Sigh

Suga comes through for him with the interview. And I think JK put two and two together- literally. He comes up with still with you a few days after JM's interview and does a radio interview with Suga as well.

Now the focus of this interview was his "apology to Armies for his scandal.' But funny, cos his scandal happened a month before the interview. Suga radio had been ongoing after the scandal and yet this man didn't think once to come on it and apologize to Armies about an incident that BigHit had already addressed until JMs interview.

You don't talk about scandals. That's the protocol.

Let me also point out JK has had several scandals in the past of which he had never addressed in a Vlive let alone apologize in that way. Not saying he wouldn't, he hasn't. They themselves don't address scandals unofficially, that's the protocol and he knows it.

If they were allowed to think Armies would be more interested in him addressing the Tatoo gurl scandal not his Friday night happy hours with his friends. That apology was for Jimin not armies.

Also, he pointed out how still with you was written when he was alone in the dark thinking by himself. That sounds to me like something you do when you've had a fight with your boyfriend/girlfriend and they've packed their things and left your shared apartment.

Interestingly, Jk mentioned during Festa the rain fight. Still with you literally has rain drops sounds in the beginning of the song and also on the cover on sound cloud. Seems to me that whatever happened that night had JK reminiscing about times he'd fought with JM- the rain fight. Which is what inspired still with you (I will do a full analysis of that song and others soon here on my blog'

Yea, so he apologized to JM for their fight I guess and said he loves Army. *smirk.

And things started falling into place right after that. They started- Jikooking again. Jk called JM out on Weverse so they start their online flirting thingy- posting immediately after each other, 13, those kinda things

Things seemed good. Untill their Japan interviews when JK said spending time alone pursuing new hobbies was gold to him and JM saying maintaining his relationships with friends and family is good to him. Seems JK is still salty about JM wanting space. It will take sometime for him to get used to not being around JM 24/7. Know what I mean?

I don't think there was major tension there. Just two lovebirds shading eachother. *smirk I mean the passive aggressiveness of it all. Lol

I have a feeling JK will keep jabbing at JM with that because let's face it, he is the emo one in that relationship and most importantly he loves JM with all his being and wants to be with him always. A partner asking for space can feel like they are pushing you away or rejecting you. It triggers a lot of insecurities so I understand JK in that sense. They are both not wrong in my opinion. Space can be a good thing and hey at least JK got to read a whole book during this time! Who woulda thought!

And quiet honestly, if Jikook are real as I believe they are then these issues they are having pales in comparison to the hurdles that lie ahead of them for when they decide to come out or live as a forever couple.

I guess It is why JK put these lyrics in GCF Helsinki at JMs part:

Why do you spend your time leading the chorus,

When the war was just waiting before us?

As if you didn't know

I guess it's sums up what Jikook were dealing with during that period of you take into consideration the fact this was released end of December/ early 2020.

Jimin pays too much attention to what people thinks of their relationship as if he didn't know what he was getting himself into. ...

This has been a long one, chai! Sorry. I get carried away sometimes talking about Jikook. Lol.

So what is the state of their relationship? They good. I been told y'all JK is trying to bring back their old online filtering habits. He did it on Weverse when he posted about him reading and asking what JM was doing forcing JM to come out with a response.

He did the same yesterday when he posted a cover song after JM posted his selca on Twitter. They good. They more than good I believe. I will keep observing and will update y'all with my observations as and when.

Oh and I will be doing an analysis of his new cover may be later tonight. Until then its Jikook forever bishes! Gang, gang, gang,

I'M OUT!

[vcepsis]

heyy, saw your 100 followers post (congrats!!) and i have a prompt if you're interested? i've been craving appendicitis recently, with a whumpee that doesn't know what's happening right away and is taken by surprise when the pain hits them. (suddenly doubling over clutching their abdomen in the middle of practice with a pained groan, maybe?) u kno i'm a slut for sick vitya but any character is 👌👌👌

I’m sorry this took so long (like…a month?). But thank you so much for the prompt! I know how much you love hurting poor Victor so I decided to try my hand at that for you :) this is the first time I’ve written any kind of Victor whump, so I hope it sounds ok!

(Side note: I’m always up for taking YOI whump prompts so if any of y’all want to you can hmu, it just might take a month lol)

About 2k. WARNING: Emeto mention (no descriptions), hospital scene.

Victor landed his quadruple flip with ease, per usual. Hewasn’t even sure why Yakov forced him to practice them anymore: they werealmost second nature to him at this point. It was worth it, though, to hear Yuuri’ssmall, appreciative sigh from where he was taking a break in the stands.

Something was off about this jump, though. He landedperfectly on one foot, but the landing seemed to send a jolt of pain thattraveled up his leg and settled in his stomach.

Wincing a bit, Victor skated over to the side of the rink,grabbing his water bottle and taking a long drink, hoping it would help.

It didn’t. Instead, it made his stomach churn.

“Victor?”

Yuuri had come over to where Victor was standing, still onthe other side of the ice. He was frowning at him. “Are you alright?”

Victor smiled on instinct. “Of course!”

Yuuri’s frown deepened. “Are you sure?” He cuppeda hand to Victor’s cheek. “You actually feel kind of warm…”

Victor forced himself to keep smiling. “Your hand isjust cold. Now, are you coming back on the ice?”

Victor brushed Yuuri’s hand away and skated backwards,raising his eyebrows at Yuuri, who blushed a bit. “Oh, y-yes.”

Victor turned, skating forward while trying to ignore thepain. It worked, for a moment or two.  Hewas just turning into the set up for another jump when the pain flared anew,this time on his right side. Gasping a bit, he abruptly dropped out of the jump,skating over to the side of the rink. Skidding to an ungraceful stop, hegrabbed the boards in a white knuckled grip. Squeezing his eyes shut, he triedto will the sudden pain and nausea away.

He heard the scrape of skate blades next to him, and felt ahand touch his back lightly. “Vitya?”

Yuuri didn’t know about the pain; Victor would have had toactually tell him for him to know. So Victor wasn’t annoyed when Yuuriunknowingly touched the spot on his back where the pain was radiating from. He did,however, suck in a sharp breath at the touch, and Yuuri’s hand quicklydisappeared.

“Victor, what’s wrong?” Yuuri was trying to staycalm, but there was the slightest tinge of panic in his voice.

“J-just give me a minute.” With that, Victorslowly skated to the exit, which luckily wasn’t too far away. He slipped on hisskate guards before walking as fast as he could to the bathroom.

Once there, he locked himself in a stall, fell to his kneesover the toilet, and promptly threw up his breakfast, groaning when itexacerbated the pain in his side.

Coughing harshly, he raised a shaky hand to quickly flushthe toilet. “Fuck,” he murmured under his breath. He hated throwing up.

Did he have the flu? It was the season for it, after all. OhGod, he’d been kissing Yuuri all day…

No sooner had the thought crossed Victor’s mind that heheard the door to the bathroom open, and there was a tentative knock on thestall door.

“Victor?”

“I’m ok—” His reassurances were, unfortunately,interrupted by a dry retch into the toilet.

“Victor, open the door, please.” Yuuri sounded calm enough, but when Victorfinally turned and unlocked the stall door, he saw Yuuri’s wide eyes andslightly shaking hands.

“Victor, oh no, are you alright? What happened? What’swrong? Are you feeling sick? Should I get Yakov—”

“Yuuri.” Victor cut off Yuuri’s panicked bombardmentof questions before he could spiral into a full anxiety attack. “It’sprobably just the flu. I’ll be ok, but you shouldn’t be too close.”

Yuuri blatantly ignored that last part, kneeling down andpulling Victor to him, pressing their foreheads together. “I knew you hada fever. Why didn’t you tell me you were feeling bad? We could have stayed hometoday.”

Victor shook his head slowly, smiling a bit. “Icouldn’t miss a day as your coach. What would you do without me?”

“Your health is far more important than training,whether it’s mine or yours!” Yuuri scolded him, trying to look sternthrough his worry.

Victor chuckled. “Look who’s talking, Mr.Practices-with-a-103-degree-fever.”

“That was one time,” Yuuri said, unperturbed.“You know I’m not a good role model. In any case, we need to get youhome.”

Victor just nodded as Yuuri stood, offering his hand to him.Victor took it, standing slowly and gasping out loud as the pain in his sidemade itself known again. The anxiety returned to Yuuri’s expression. “What’swrong?”

“Nothing. Just—hurts,” Victor managed to say,blinking rapidly.

Yuuri frowned. “What hurts?”

Victor gingerly touched his lower right side. Yuuri’s eyeswidened, and he pulled his phone out of his pocket, typing quickly with onehand while still holding Victor’s with the other.

“Ok, just….stay here for a second.” Yuurisqueezed Victor’s hand once before letting go and rushing off as fast as heskated feet would allow. Victor sank back down to the floor, his back to thetoilet, resting his head on the metal wall. He knew it probably wasn’tsanitary, but the cool metal felt good on his skin; he was suddenly feeling hisfever.

A few minutes went by, and Victor ended up dozing a bit inthe stall, before the door to the bathroom slammed open and made him jump abit. But this brought the pain back in full force, and he tried to bite back awhimper.

Suddenly, Yakov appeared, with Yuuri close behind him. Hehad changed out of his skates and was holding Victor’s shoes.

Yakov knelt down in front of Victor, placing a hand to hisforehead. “What hurts, Vitya?”

Victor was finding it harder to concentrate through thepain. “Right….right side…”

Yakov cursed loudly, turning to Yuuri. “Get his skatesoff and bring him outside. I’ll bring the car around.”

Victor frowned, the words not making sense. “Whatfor?”

Yakov stood, already on his way out. “We’re taking youto the hospital.”

~~~~~

Yuuri’s hands shook as he untied Victor’s skates. Victorwasn’t really paying attention, head resting on thewall, clearly a bit out ofit.

Yakov had been quick in his decision to take Victor to thehospital. Yuuri hadn’t been sure, at first, but after looking up “pain inright side” on his phone, he knew he needed to get Yakov involved. Yakovhad frowned when Yuuri ha d told him about Victor’s sudden illness, but afterseeing his reaction just now, Yuuri was sure.

It was definitely Victor’s appendix.

Rationally, Yuuri knew people went through this all thetime. Getting it removed was a fairly common occurrence, with things rarelygoing wrong. Still, people could diefrom this, right? Didn’t people used to die from this all the time? Andanything can go wrong in surgery, even with the best doctors in the besthospitals and oh God—

A hand suddenly cupped his cheek, wiping away tears thatYuuri didn’t realize were falling. Looking up, he saw Victor’s glazed eyeslooking back at him with concern.

Yuuri took a deep breath, trying to calm down. He wouldn’tbe any help to Victor if he had a panic attack right now.

After what felt like an eternity, Yuuri finally got Victor’sskates off and his shoes on. Yuuri helped him to his feet, holding back tearsagain when Victor—strong, capable Victor—actually whimpered.

Yuuri led Victor out of the bathroom and to the entrance ofthe rink, supporting most of Victor’s weight with his skates in his free hand.It was a bit awkward, but they managed to slowly make their way to where Yakovwas waiting.

The drive to the hospital was tense, with Victor’s head inYuuri’s lap in the backseat. Yakov was silent, expertly weaving through thedense St. Petersburg traffic. Victor’s eyes were squeezed shut, and every nowand then he would strengthen his grip on Yuuri’s hand so hard it made Yuuriwince, though he didn’t mind. He would do anything to ease Victor’s pain, evenif it was only a little bit.

By the time they actually arrived at the hospital, Yuuri’snerve were pretty well shot. With Yakov’s help, they got Victor into theemergency room, and after hastily scribbling on a few forms, Victor was beingprepped for surgery. Despite both the doctor and Yakov’s reassurances that thiswas a fairly routine procedure, Yuuri knew he wouldn’t be able to rest untilVictor was alright.

~~~

Victor felt like he was swimming.

His head felt heavy, and there was a weird pressure on hisside. Was he asleep? Had Makkachin fallen asleep on his stomach again? He triedto move, but found his limbs weren’t responding, and eventually, he drifted offagain.

Soon after (or was it long after? It was hard to tell)Victor found he could actually open his eyes, though his body still felt heavy.A stark, white ceiling greeted him, as well as the steady beep of machines.Where was he?

Looking over, he saw a lovely, familiar sight in all of thisweirdness: Yuuri, hunched over his phone in a chair next to him.

Wait….was he in the hospital?

Looking around some more, he saw the heart monitor next tothe bed, the IV connected to his arm. Yes, he was definitely in the hospital.

He turned back to look at Yuuri. Dark circles were smudgedunder his eyes, and the screen of his phone made his face look incredibly pale.It seemed like he hadn’t slept in a while.

Victor hesitantly moved his hand out, his fuzzy head stillnot sure how to use his voice. Luckily, the movement caught Yuuri’s eye, whosnapped his head up from his phone. Seeing Victor awake, he hastily shoved his phonein the pocket of his jeans and sat up straighter.

“Vitya…” Yuuri took his hand gently, smilingeven as his eyes filled with tears. “You’re finally awake. How do youfeel?”

Victor took a moment to find his voice. “Yuuri…whathappened…?”

“You got sick during practice,” Yuuri said, voicesoft. “It was your appendix. Yakov and I took you to the hospital.”

“Oh…” Victor frowned, trying to remember. Thepainkillers were still weighing on him heavily, and thinking was hard. Histhoughts had a strange, watery texture to them, and they slipped through hisfingers when he tried too hard to grasp them.

Yuuri squeezed his hand gently. “You were in surgeryfor a while, but it went alright. You’ll have to stay in the hospital for acouple of days, but you’ll be able to skate again in a few weeks.”

“Mhm,” Victor responded, the words not reallyregistering in his brain. He was too busy looking at Yuuri.  "You looked so tired, my Yuuri…“

Yuuri gave him a small smile, and a few tears slid down hischeek. Victor’s eyes widened, trying to reach Yuuri’s face with his other hand,but the IV stopped him. Why was his Yuuri crying? Victor hated to see him cry.

“I’m ok, Victor.” Yuuri quickly wiped his tearsaway with his free hand. “I was just so worried about you. But you’regoing to be fine.”

“Ok,” Victor said. He wasn’t sure why Yuuri shouldhave been worried; after all, he hardly remembered what happened. But as longas Yuuri was ok.

Victor found his eyes growing heavy, despite his desire tohold on to Yuuri’s voice. Yuuri noticed, though, and cupped a hand to hischeek, stroking the skin gently with his thumb. “Rest, Vitya. I’ll be herewhen you wake up.”

Victor smiled, and let sleep take him.

[shift-shaping]

I'm very sleepy, so apologies if you're not taking prompts.... But the female Solas post keeps popping up on my dash.... If you're up to it, would you perhaps write a bit with her perhaps meeting/flirting with someone of your choosing? (Bonus points if it's some weird version of the world where they know of the original Solas lol)

Glimpses: Lady Solas

@dadrunkwriting

Rating: G

Genre: Romance

Pairing: Female Solas x Lavellan because I guess we’re doing this now

Ellian had never been so obsessed with another woman before. 

Sure, there were dalliances in her clan, pretty girls she enjoyed time with just as much as the handsome boys, but no one that caught her eye like Solas. She was statuesque and stunning, with long legs and toned arms. Her eyes reminded Ellian of a cat’s, gleaming and wise and mischievous, but her demeanor was always calm and controlled. 

She was brilliant, too. Solas had something to say about everything Elvhen, and seemingly endless stores of information about the Fade. It was all absolutely fascinating, and Ellian hung on to her every word. Of course, all of that was made dangerously easier by her deep, painfully sexy voice. Ellian swore she could hear it in her dreams, or whenever she allowed her mind to wander. 

After spending enough time trying not to fawn over Solas in the field, Ellian finally decided to seek her out in Haven. There she was, barefoot but comfortable, hands held behind her back as she observed the Breach high overhead. As Ellian approached her Solas smiled very slightly, almost imperceptibly. “The Chosen of Andraste,” she cooed, with a curious expression that made Ellian’s heart drop. “A blessed hero sent to save us all.”

“Ah, yeah. I guess I’m riding in on a shining steed.”

“Mmm… I might have suggested a griffon, but sadly they’re extinct.” The thought made Solas purse her lips and shake her head. “Joking aside, posturing is necessary.” There was a slight lilt to her voice, an accent Ellian couldn’t place. It had a hint of her own voice, the Dalish tongue, but not quite. It was more refined, somehow, more tempered. 

Solas turned and Ellian followed. She saw how the taller elf’s brows knit together as she looked up at the Breach. “I’ve journeyed deep into the Fade in ancient ruins and battlefields to see the dreams of lost civilizations.” Ellian followed Solas’s gaze, looking up at the torn sky. “I’ve watched as hosts of spirits clashed to re-enact the bloody past in ancient wars both famous and forgotten.” Though she kept her tone light, Ellian couldn’t help but detect a note of somberness in it. Beautiful as it sounded, fascinating as she was sure such journeys were, there had to be difficulties as well. “Every great war has its heroes,” Solas said, eyes narrowing slightly as she looked at Ellian again. “I’m just curious what kind you’ll be.”

Ellian stiffened and tried to find words, but it was hard to think when such a gorgeous person was looking at her. “I… I’ve never of someone going so far into the Fade… that’s amazing.”

“Thank you, it’s not a common field of study, for obvious reasons.” She paused, smiling slightly, and held her arms behind her back again. “You are a mage, are you not? Tell me, what do you see when you dream?”

“I see…” She considered the question, not wanting to sound dumb or inexperienced. “Whatever is around me, usually. I can wander through the recent past of an area, speak to some of our ancestral spirits… things like that.

“Ah. Fascinating. Can you shape what you see there, in your dreams?”

“Not exactly, no… I can call things to me, sometimes, but only if they want to come.”

Solas nodded, looking away from her for a moment. “Dreaming is not as flashy as throwing fire or lightning, but the thrill of finding remnants of a thousand-year-old dream?” Her eyes flashed with interest, and Ellian was entranced by the wonder in her eyes. “I would not trade it for anything.” Solas paused suddenly and looked away, glancing out over Haven. “I will stay then. At least until the Breach is closed.”

Ellian blinked. “Was that in doubt?”

“I am apostate mage, surrounded by Chantry forces and unlike you,” she eyed Ellian’s hand. “I do not have a ‘divine mark’ protecting me. Cassandra has been accommodating, but… you understand my caution.”

“You came here to help, Solas,” Ellian replied, an edge to her voice even she wasn’t expecting. “I won’t let them use that against you.”

Solas was quiet for a moment, studying the Herald. When she spoke again, her voice was low and hushed, with a depth that made Ellian shiver with excitement. “And how would you stop them?”

“However I had to.” And Ellian knew it was true.

Now it was Solas’s turn to be surprised, her dark brows raising. “Thank you.” It was obvious she wasn’t expecting that kind of devotion, and knowing she’d caught the other woman off guard made Ellian smile slightly. “For now,” Solas started again, smirking. “Let us hope either the mages or the templars have the power to seal the Breach.” 

“You sound disbelieving.”

“I do not have much cause to feel otherwise,” Solas said dryly. “Closing the Breach must remain our primary goal, but… I would hope we might also learn what means were used to create it. Any artifact of such power is dangerous. The destruction of the conclave proves that clearly.”

“I agree. We should recover it, if only to keep it out of the wrong hands.” 

Solas nodded, frowning again. “Leliana’s people have scoured the area near the blast and found nothing. Whatever the artifact was, it is no longer there.” She sighed. “My apologies, Herald. Did you need me for anything?”

“No, I just- I was curious. Am curious. About you.”

“Me? I cannot imagine why…” The sarcasm caught Ellian by surprise, and she let out a short laugh before quickly covering her mouth. “Is there a reason?”

“Do I… need one?”

“You must understand, I take great caution here, and I value my privacy. The future of this Inquisition is unclear, and I… cannot risk putting myself in further danger.”

“I mean, you don’t have to tell me, of course, I just meant… it’s not official business, Solas.”

“I am sorry,” she said, heaving a sigh. “There is so much… fear in the air. What would you know of me?”

The question somehow made Ellian’s excited state even worse. “Why study the Fade? What made you want to do that?”

“I grew up in a small village to the north. There was little to interest a young woman, especially one gifted with magic. But as I slept, spirits of the Fade showed me glimpses of wonders I had never imagined.” There was a note of sorrow now, and she paused before going on. “I treasured my dreams. Being awake, out of the Fade, became troublesome.”

“The spirits must have tried to tempt you.”

She shrugged. “No more than a brightly-colored fruit is deliberately tempting you to eat it. I learned how to defend myself from more aggressive spirits and how to interact safely with the rest. I learned how to control my reams with full consciousness… there was so much I wanted to explore. But eventually i was unable to find new areas in the Fade.”

“Why?”

“Two reasons. First, the Fade reflects the world around it. Unless I traveled, I would never find anything new. Second, the Fade reflects and is limited by our own imaginations. To find interesting areas,” she looked at Ellian again, eyes narrowing slightly, and the expression made her feel much warmer than the cold mountain air ought to allow. “One must be interesting.”

“That is… interesting.”

Solas smirked and looked away from her again, making Ellian curse her nerves. “I am glad you think so. In truth, I have enjoyed experiencing more of life to find more of the Fade.”

“How so?”

“As a mage, you train your will to control magic and withstand possession. Your… indomitable focus is an enjoyable side benefit.” The phrasing gave Ellian pause, and she raised an eyebrow as Solas went on. “You have chosen a path whose steps you do not dislike because it leads you to a destination you enjoy. As have I.”

“…indomitable focus?”

Solas smirked and shrugged, her tone casual. “Presumably. I have yet to see it dominated. I imagine the sight would be… fascinating.”

Ellian blushed vividly and laughed, looking away. “Well, uh… yes. I- perhaps.” Solas tilted her chin up, expression measured but mischievous. This was only making Ellian’s situation worse. “I… have not seen yours dominated either.”

Solas raised an eyebrow. “Perhaps you are not paying close enough attention. Many things have dominated my focus here. Just none that are so obvious to you.”

“What… what do you mean?”

She shrugged again, maddeningly. “If you watch carefully, you may see. Now then, Herald,” she looked over Ellian’s shoulder, and the smaller elf turned to see Cassandra walking towards her. “It appears you are needed elsewhere.” She winked and turned to leave. “Another time then, Ellian.”

“Right, yes…” She watched as Solas left, unable to tear her eyes from the woman’s backside. “Another time.”

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