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Simon meets Fiddleford
#Simon made a friend#Fids is neck deep in Society of the Blind Eye shenanigans at this point#hence the amounts of scabs and bruises#as well as the beard#I spent forever on that background lol#it’s a pretty good piece tho if I do say so myself#gravity falls#simon pines oc#simon pines#stanley pines#stan pines#fiddleford mcgucket#son of stan au#son of stan#same coin theory#I do plan to include some Fiddlestan in this AU#cause I like them#and it’s my AU
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SONIC PRIME S3 SPOILERS
This guy can't catch a break 😭
IM SO EXICTED FOR SEASON THREE
#art#fanart#lol#myart#sonic#sonic prime#sonic the hedgehog#shadow#shadow the hedgehog#sonicprime#shadic#sonadow#???#gay#myloonthemoon#i spent forever on this and i couldn't figure out a good background#spoilers#season three#SO EXICTEDDD OMGGG#I CANT WAIT
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wip posting just to get something out there, and it's def a mixed bag!! the only thing more inconsistent than my posting schedule is my art style RIP
#wip#yapping below#1. sinnohtrio group pic where nothing bad has happened yet... dedicated sinnoh post coming soon#2. personalizing dawn and lyra's togekisses with different coloring and markings based on region. there's lyra's omelette :]#3. timeskip red and leaf except it's just pikachu#4. top left is all the assets i made for my cs final project! a little cherrim themed browser game#then there's sprites for my champion dawn; cool concept methinks but it's definitely a work in progress. peep the giratina hairclips#some vaugely lugia/ho-oh inspired protag ideas for a hgss sequel#anddd a bunch of background doodles. goldenrod flower shop and a very saturated mt. silver#in timeskip there shall be a proper town at mt. silver's base to officially bridge kanto and johto (and make lyra's work commute easier)#5-7 is me spitballing ideas abt pokemon biology#dratini & dragonair are forever sea snakes to me!!! though i do enjoy the amphibian interpretations#also i didn't know dragonite island was already a thing from pokeani... rip wyverse dragon master lore#i think crobat looks goofy no matter how you stylize it. silver and his big bumbling bat that insists on grooming its trainer. so unserious#there's a togekiss page too but then i remembered egg groups are a thing so i'm revising parts of it#i spent so long trying to come up with a reasonable wing-to-body ratio for togekiss and crobat. literally useless when dragonite can#apparently fly around the globe in 16 hours. are you Kidding me. dragons weren't even merging with jet planes until gen 3.#OK that is all. sorry for the lack of uploads wah#i'm like a ferret hoarding all my doodles until the quantity > quality lever switches in my brain to give the 👍 to post#i did made a spam blog but who knows if i'll actually post on there lol! probably for non-pkmn related stuff
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Invisobang 2023
First time ever doing a fandom event and I had a blast! Made an animated cover art @ei-w's fic Green Rose Rebel.
The story is about Dora's tragic tale after a meeting with a certain ghost knight, and how it affects them both (plus there's a quick CW appearance!). I'm a sucker for stories where we see the ghosts' human origins, so it was a perfect match. Also, had so much fun talking with my author about the worldbuilding and all the details she was adding to the story!
(Just a head's up, it's a looping video with fade in and fade out effect, although it's not fast by my standards, thought it was fair to warn about it)
Still versions of the cover art:
And the animated art:
And here's another art I did of Fright Knight for a scene on Chapter 7:
#fic: green rose rebel#invisobang2023#finally get to use the sideblog i made for dannymay lol#i'm so late with posting i'm sorry#the animation was so much fun to make but it nearly put my pc in a coma#after the eighth crash i was sure it was a goner but my brave computer persevered!#and i'm very happy with how it came out considering it's my first digital piece since forever#and switching from traditional to digital was uhh challenging to say the least lmao#now back to deciding if i should do EI or not#was there a background version of FK? yes. did i like it? no even though i spent over 20hrs on it T-T why are colors so hard on digital??
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Hiiiii thanks for making my day your the best, I give you so many hug (or high fives if you don't want hugs!) If I may ask can you write a broken relationships with malleus pretty please with a cheery on top? ( Also can I be lizard anon please! 🦎)
I would gladly accept any and all hugs! And I will devour that cherry while I write this-
Malleus I feel would be one of the ones that actually would be a good sibling so it's difficult to think about how a broken sibling relationship with him would be lol
Note: I haven't read any of Chapter 7 yet
Request Rules and Masterlists
Broken Sibling relationships
Malleus as a sibling (Broken relationship)
To say that you and Malleus were different would've been an understatement.
Even as kids, you two were very different. He was always treated as the best and the golden child, seen with much love, and he was naturally talented at just about anything. He had no problems with magic, no threats, and no flaws. He was the perfect heir for the throne of Briar Valley
And you? You were his younger sibling.
Compared to Malleus, you were never anyone's priority
Of course, you had servants and knights helping you just like him, but anything Malleus needed always took priority
Your help could be taken away at any moment for the sake of Malleus getting help
In the beginning, it didn't bother you as much because you and Malleus were together a lot of the time! He would spend a lot of time with you, and the two of you had so much fun together
You two would spend hours together in the library, and Malleus would read to you books on magic and history, but he got really passionate when he read about gargoyles. The two of you even ran around the castle once, trying to identify each gargoyle, both of your laughter echoing through the halls for guards and servants to hear
But as the years went by, things changed. Malleus had to become more of the heir he's meant to be. He spent most of his time alone or surrounded by guards
You started to get used to being in Malleus' shadow and not taking priority. Your brother had helped you feel less alone and more equal in the past, but he was too busy for you now
everything only got worse once you two had gone to Night Raven College
Malleus was praised from the moment he got there of course. He was recognized as one of the greatest and best of everyone there. He even had knights in training with him here, and a personal greeting from the headmage. You however...
"Who are you?"
You weren't even recognized or known. Not to the headmage, not to anyone. Why would you be? You aren't the heir of Briar Valley. You aren't the great wizard that Malleus is. And you aren't nearly as important.
Even after explaining who you were, people would just go "Oh." and ask about Malleus
To them, you might as well not even have a name. You were barely noticed. Barely recognized. And even when you were, you were simply known as Malleus' sibling. Nothing more.
And to top it all off: You weren't even invited to things
If people couldn't remember to invite Malleus, there's no way they remembered you. They probably didn't even know you existed. You're just in the background
You saw all the games he played in, all the praise he got, heck one of his knights practically worshiped the ground he walked on, but not when it came to you
People avoided him, they didn't notice or ignored you
Eventually, your birthday came around, and of course, no one noticed. Malleus didn't even see you at all, and didn't say anything
Your own brother didn't remember your birthday...
Are you cursed or something? Cursed to never be seen? Cursed to forever live a life that no one will notice? It's so cruel...
It's not like you wanted anything grand. You didn't need some big fancy party for your birthday
You just wanted to be acknowledged. For one day.
But compared to Malleus, you might as well be insignificant. He shone too brightly for anyone to even see you, hidden in his shadow
Even on a day that should be dedicated to you, he was the one being praised and followed around. He was the one everyone adored. Malleus, the prince of Briar Valley...
You were insignificant, unimportant, ignored
At this point, you can't even help but wonder if even Malleus himself forgot about you completely
you had assumed that was the case
that is, until you opened the your door the next morning. Sitting outside was a neatly wrapped gift box, and inside, a small gargoyle statue
#twst#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader#malleus draconia#malleus x reader#malleus draconia x reader
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Determination!: The all blue night (platonic)
Masterlist for the series.
I put in Zeff’s manga reasoning for loosing a leg this one cause it makes more sense and is much more impactful in my opinion. Like I get they didn’t want to put in he ate his own leg to survive because it’s super dark but I digress. Sorry for the slow rate I’m writing stuff school has been taking a big toll on me inspiration wise and kinda mentally too lol
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At some point in a long while hunger becomes or less like second nature
You knew the feeling intimately
It starts as a burning pit that consumes your entire stomach
Eating through stomach lining as acid boils over and spills into the rest of you
It travels and burns
Eating you away as hands scrape against the midriff to try and alleviate the ache
The pain
The want
The need
The agony
But eventually the pain becomes background noise
As does all pain after so long
You’d died so many times in so many different ways and yet starvation is one thing that is familiar to you
And like how death is your friend whom you see oh so often
So is hunger
Nights spent alone clutching a completely empty stomach
The pain becoming almost a comforting sensation in its familiarity
At some point you’d just accepted that your stay hungry
That even when dying over and over again and occasionally treating yourself to a meal you’d stay hungry
Because even when you ate it was never enough
Stomach still aching and swirling in its emptiness and collapsing in on itself
At some point a long time ago you used to go to bed with a full stomach and now each night your rocked to sleep by the pain of an empty one
Things used to be different
And you can’t remember what that was like anymore
So you just accepted as it was
And so you accepted you’d be forever hungry
Ending up a cruise ship wasn’t your intention but just as most things that happen to you it quickly becomes a new experience
And as always you go with the flow of things
Ending up on the cruise wasn’t planned
Nor was ending up somehow being found by a young chef boy who helped cover for you
But as always fate seemed to have different plans
And you just rolled with it
The boy’s name was Sanji, he was 10 and helped you hide in the storage area of the cruise
At night he’d sneak you out
With hands much like your own, scarred yet retaining a soft and caring quality he’d guide you through the halls
Past the creaky floorboards he knew by heart after 2 years of apparently living on this ship
Through the elegant dining rooms that housed grand chandeliers and checkerboard floors
Beneath the white table cloths of spotless tables he and you sit
Quietly looking at recipe books together or sharing stories between the two of you
Sanji was apparently from the north blue originally, but found himself on the cruise that now housed him called the orbit
The chefs found him one night
Scared and alone pillaging the kitchen
They took pity on him, partially out of genuine concern and intrigue at seeing the spark of talent in him
And since then he’s been cooking and calling this place “home”
Though that was a vague term
Much like yourself Sanji had ambitions beyond this small boat cruising the sea
He wanted to find something
Wanted to be something beyond an errand boy
Wanted to cook for anyone who’d have his food
To ensure they didn’t go to bed hungry
The way he describes it to you under a table in candlelight resounds something in you
Especially since he then takes your hands, promising he’d ensure you’d be full
That you’ll have the best food he can provide
All for you
Someone who’s still a stranger to him
A stowaway on a cruise meant for upper crust but not quite celestial dragons (yet they both act the same either way)
And he still promises he’d do everything in his power to make you content
He cooks for you as if you were someone important and not a stowaway
You nod along not having the will to tell him he’d never be able to do that
Not when you can’t remember what being full felt like anyways
And so you lie and say your full after you finish a plate even if your still staving
His blinding smile is able to make you feel the pain momentarily go away anyways
Sanji tells you one night of a place called “the all blue”
Supposedly it was the place that connected the north, south, east, and west together
Creating a sea where creatures from all four seas could coexist together
It was a chef and fisherman’s dream
But it was just that
A dream
Unattainable and imaginary
Or…at least that’s what everybody else thought
But not Sanji
And certainly not you
He speaks so hopeful about his dream
Of finding the all blue
Of proving everyone wrong
Of making his dream come true
He has the spark to do it
You can tell by his eyes alone
Sapphire hued just like the waves of the ocean he seeks
Similarly he sees a spark in your eyes as well
Almost seeming to Glow in hazy candlelight
And as you say you believe in him
In his dream
Believed in him when no one else did
Well, who’s to say he couldn’t become more motivated
Especially when your eyes shine like stars above the sea
And when in the candlelight highlighted by luminous stars hidden in irises he asks you about your dream
And in a haze of memory and emotion you tell him a story
One you cannot remember now but he holds dear in his heart
The story of wanting
The story loss
The story of loneliness
The story of a family torn apart
And the story of a devil fruit
By the end of it all you and Sanji sit in a darkened kitchen
Two stowaways on the same ship (though one is welcomed and the other is a mystery)
Both connected through the spark of a dream to sail the seas
One’s purpose clear while the other is hazed
But either which way the two talk in an empty kitchen and eat
Unknowingly both know what it feels like to starve
And both know loss
The two of you make a pinky promise, when he finds the all blue you’ll be the first to have one of his meals and you promise you’ll always be his friend
The raid of the orbit comes out of nowhere and somehow predictable at the same time
You’d come to know that your luck was something that ran out quite fast
And unfortunately you were no stranger to things such as this
But typically when a ship went down you were on the deck
Now instead you were in the storage
Stood atop boxes that were quickly being eaten up by cold unforgiving water
Yelling and screams echoes down quickly flooding halls
Waves crashing so Harshly against the ship that it begins to crack the wood, doesn’t help that the invading ship is bumping into it either
Confusion spreading through you like wildfire as the water continues to raise higher and higher
If you were anyone else you’d be scared of dying to such a fate
But your not
Your more worried about Sanji as you trudge through the wading waves
Feet becoming heavier and heavier with each step you take
Feeling as if concrete was slowly forming shoes over your boots or chains manifesting from the cold water that sucks warmth from you
By now it’s just above your waist and the effects of it really begin to hit you
Soon enough you’d be immobile
Unable to move and frozen like a Statue for the waves that’ll sink you with it
If you didn’t die from the cold first but you doubted that
With how the steadily rising of it your definitely drowning before hypothermia or shock
Though at this point even the pain of choking on salt water, it quickly filling your lungs for the burn of air loss to help fill the liquid
But then you hear sloshing through the blaring of your ears
And your name
It echoes and for a moment you need a moment to realize what was said or who even called out
But then it hits you
Sanji
He came back for you
Came back knowing you’d be in danger
Came back knowing you were in an area with water
Came back knowing you’d be eaten up by the waves if he didn’t
Came back because he knew knew you ate a devil fruit
Shaking cold hands grab your own and he drags you with him
But at the point in which the water gets to the point of immobilizing you he decides to pick you up instead
Placing you on his back as he drags both himself and you through flooding halls
Water splashes
Yelling continues
Sanji’s rapidly thumbing heart echoes through your ribcage as you helplessly lay your head on his shoulder
He should’ve left you there to save himself
You say so to his face
But despite that he yells at you for being an idiot
About how in the hell you expected him to leave you there to die
Not when he promised he’d cook you the first meal he’d make when he found the all blue
Not when you were the only one who enjoyed his cooking
Through the chaos you and him stumble out into the deck
The boat rocking violently as rain and sea water pelts down on you like hail
Your still weak because of this, the water soaking you to the bone
But thoroughly out of being submerged you slink off of Sanji’s back
But he holds your hand
It shakes in your grip
He’s scared and you can’t blame him
Swords clash all around the two of you, and somehow both of you weave through the carnage
For reasons you don’t like to think about he seemed used to fighting just as you were
But unlike you who content in laying down and dying he fights
Sanji will die clawing to survive
It’s why he picks up a sword
Why he points it at a pirate despite the fact he won’t win
Why he pushes you behind him even if your stronger and older than him
Because Sanji cares
And that’s something very rare now in the world
Even when the captain of the crew comes up to the two of you Sanji doesn’t back down
He proudly declares his dream
To find the all blue
And within that captains eyes you see it
That same spark, that same dream, that same determination
Though it’s dying and faded it for a moment lights up once more
You see it before being engulfed by water and grasp for it
You, Sanji and the pirate known as Zeff end up on a barren rock in the middle of the ocean
No grass nor trees
Just a jutting stone too far up from the water to safely jump in from or fish
Stuck after the captain with dimming eyes saved both you and Sanji after a colossal wave swept the two of you off ship
In the water despite your attempts in making Sanji let you go he didn’t
His grip had held stead-strong as he kept trying to pull you up with him
Unable to even as air escaped his lungs
But Zeff intervened
And the three of you were alive for now
But you could hardly call this living
You sit with Sanji looking out towards the sea, hoping for a ship to cross by
The food given by Zeff won’t last long to feed either of you past a few days, you know that
Even if Sanji does his best to ration it between the two of you
You know one of you won’t survive
And you know you won’t let it be him
Starvation is not a new go around for you
It’s probably your most common death besides dehydration, drowning or hypothermia
But it’s not a fun way to go even if the pain of a empty stomach became commonplace for you
You can’t let Sanji die that way
Not before finding the all blue
So when he’s not looking you hid the food he gives you
Hiding each piece and scrap of moldy bread
Keeping it from his sapphire eyes that become more and more sunken like your own
Keeping the fact how much pain your in from him
You distract from it all by telling him more stories
Of singing songs even if your throat feels like sand paper is scraping against it with each word
Each syllable
Each hum
But you don’t care
Not when you see his eyes reignite with hope
Not when his sullen face pulls up into a smile when you tell him of when you learned piano from a crew who befriended a whale
Not when they sparkle with curiosity when hearing of a land atop the clouds with white winged people
Not when you see the slightest bit of ease when you tell him of the constellations
Pointing to the stars and explaining their meaning
Telling him how no one was ever truly alone when the stars hung and watched
That’s what’s you had told yourself after so many weeks alone drifting
That the stars were watching
That you weren’t alone as you clutched Roger’s coat closer
Everyone was made of stardust and in the end that’s where they returned when they died
You weren’t alone, not with the stars watching over you
Not when Roger was watching over you
As you lay awake while Sanji clings to you for warmth you pull the coat closer around the two of you
One night as Sanji slept you snuck to the other side of the island
Zeff doesn’t face you, but the smell of iron lingers in a scent as familiar as the sea to you
Blood
It stains the ground and air in its presence
It’s familiar to you though, even if that’s a sad fact to admit
Sitting down next to the old captain you look to the night sky
Your oldest friend of them all
Bleak and empty with the stars being the only boots of light penetrating the deep darkness
Dead stars continuing to shine even after being extinguished, their light still traveling eons away to hit your eyes in their gentle glow amidst the sorrow and joy of life
His hand trumps your shoulder as you sit next to him, he can probably feel the bone beneath now paper thing flesh
Fat being eaten away by your body to try and survive
Leaving you a shell of yourself even moreso than him or Sanji
He can tell, and despite not looking in his diminishing eyes you can sense the horror in them
His shaking hand is enough to tell you
But despite it all you smile at him, now looking at the weathered man
Your eyes speak volumes that he can’t decipher in such little amount of time
But even with that he sees the understanding and acceptance of your own fate
And it crushes him
Grinds him down to his very spirit
And Zeff is left speechless as you tend to his tourniquet and stump of a leg
Still bloody and raw
You don’t flinch at the sight at all
If anything you gaze at blood and gore as if it were normal
Examining it as if it were a paper cut before assuring him it’s luckily not infected and that he cut off his blood circulation correctly
How you knew this knowledge was beyond him
And yet you knew it all the same
Humming a soft tune to yourself that he hears softly in the daytime across the little barren rock of an island
It’s raspy and quiet
And at the same time hauntingly loud in his ears
It seems to linger there even as you go back to Sanji
As does the fact you know what your fate is
And that there’s nothing him nor the boy could do for you, your body on the cusp of death that nothing could change that
But all the same you smile and sing in the face of it all
As if awaiting death like an old friend at a bar
Drunk on the remaining days of your life as you sung songs awaiting his arrival
You’ve always known when your time was near, you always seemed to sense it before it had come
Maybe death was a sentient entity and you’d just been able to sense it better as time went on
Or maybe you were just so used to your body shutting down that you’d noticed the signs before it happened
But either which was you knew your time was soon
There was no crying about it
Nor shivers of fear
If anything it felt more like a release and a hopeful occasion
Because you’d be released from the hunger if only to feel your stomach become empty again (but for the moment you wake in that void where you clutch a golden star the pain is gone)
If only to be released from this barren prison and find a way to save Sanji and Zeff
Because if you died you could get them help
That was seemingly the only purpose of your powers anyways
Die
Comeback
Rinse and repeat
You were fine with it though
As long as it meant you were able to help others (even at your own expense)
Every moment drags on
Every twitch of your finger takes so much out of you
Your body not having enough to power it
Despite it though you sit beside Sanji one last time
You sing for him and tell him stories
Tell him of the grand line and its wonders
The new world and its mystery
Trailing off occasionally for a break as everything becomes harder to do
The words seeming to slur and slosh around in your mouth
He can tell something is wrong
By the tears gathering in ocean blue eyes he knows
So he savours what you say
What you tell
What you sing
The words being engraved in his mind as paper thin skeletal hands clutch his own
That night he falls asleep much later than he usually did
He sits staring up to the stars you’d told him of
His grip deathly tight on your hand
Thumb lightly grazing your pulse as if to ensure himself your still there
Still breathing
Still alive
Using your pulse to try and keep himself awake even if it’s wasting precious energy
When he eventually drifts off with tears gathered in his eyes (knowing you’d be deathly still in the morning, cold and stiff and forever asleep) you tell him to find it
The all blue
He dreams of that place when you slip from his grasp
He dreams of the fishes mingling together when you take out the scraps hidden away and placing them in his pile
He dreams of preparing when you hobble over to Zeff
He dreams of cooking when the old man begs you to eat, to be selfish and you reply that you are being selfish. That you want him and Sanji to live for your sake and that was as selfish as it came
He dreams of serving you a dish when the old man can do nothing but hold you close and not want to let go and yet eventually you slip away
He dreams of your reaction as you say to Zeff your gonna go get some rest and promise to get them help with a gentle smile
He dreams of sitting beside you with his feet in the water wadding slowly, the sight of a sunset fading quickly into night
Briefly he jostles momentarily awake when you lay back next to him, smiling and telling him to get some rest
Halfway asleep he nods, partially thinking it was his dream because he’s had no one care for him like this except you (and mom and maybe Reiju)
So of course for the moment in which he’s only partially aware he sees it as a happy dream
You hold him close and he goes back to dreaming
He dreams of you sitting by his mom in that hospital bed, a dish for the two of you in her lap while you fade into the nothingness that is night
When he wakes that morning he wakes up alone and cold
He lays there for several minutes sobbing to himself as he notices the food he rationed out for you a few feet away untouched and moldy
Sanji sobs and his all blue eyes spill with tears
Across the island the old man does the same
Your body is not on the island and unknowingly to them faded to stardust
But both later come to the conclusion that in your last moments you’d decided to take the plunge into the water
To not leave them with a rotting corpse on that barren rock (since despite both of their hunger neither would eat your corpse. Zeff could eat his own leg in desperation but that was his leg, not the dead body of a child)
A reminder of both their failures
One in protecting the two young children he sacrificed his leg for
And the other in promising you’d be the first to taste his dream
Unbeknownst to them across the sea a young child reports to a ship of being a survivor of the orbit
Saying that they saw two others shipwrecked on a rocky island jutting out from the ocean
As a ship is sent off to investigate an odd group of crows end up dropping food on the barren island to Sanji and Zeff’s bitter relief
Two loafs of bread and a canteen of water being able to get them a few more days before rescue
The urge to go see them is there within your heart, but for their sake you decide not to
You’d caused them too much pain in the first place
You don’t want to rub salt in the wound
Plus you’d prefer oregano instead to season yourself
Sanji is a troubled child, he’s self aware to know that about himself
It’s perhaps why everyone hated him
But for some reason you didn’t and surprisingly enough so did Zeff
The two of you handed out kindness to him as if he deserved it
As if he weren’t a failure on so many levels both genetically and emotionally
In a sense he could get why you did it, a kid only maybe a year or two older than him
Someone he viewed as his closest friends despite the relativity of time spent together and as a sibling he wishes he had (the now healed bruises and scars you saw but never pushed to ask about as you helped put salves over the old wounds are evident of that)
Someone who sacrificed themselves for him, for some fucking reason saving your food for him even as you withered away before his eyes
If he had been more watchful he would’ve noticed it, but being half there on that island starved and scared left him more like a shell
Made him ignorant until it was too late
He could accept why you care, but he can’t accept why Zeff cares
Can’t accept why this man, a hardened pirate would give a shit about him
Offer him kindness
Take him in
Mentor him
And eat his own leg to ensure Sanji and you wouldn’t go hungry (partially worked in the end)
Sanjis sometimes gets kindness from women, moms warm hugs are evident in his mind as is the tears from a sister who tells him to go and be free
Sanji’s sometimes kindness from those his age, your the shining example but he can also think of a few guests in the orbit who played games with him in its halls
But most of all Sanji has never experienced kindness from a man
So seeing Zeff go out of his way for him
Seeing how Zeff on the rescue ship doesn’t let anyone hound him for invasive answers and ensures he gets food first
The good food the ship goers give in pity that he scrounges up with a snotty noose and runny eyes, Zeff always lets him eat first before having his own fix
How Zeff rubs his back as the both mourn
It means a lot more than words can say
As does the fact that Zeff on a silent night says he’s going to open a restaurant on the sea
And that he needs staff
A silent invitation that is solidified as Sanji quietly takes his hand with tears in his eyes
If the old man is crying Sanji doesn’t comment
Not even if raindrops fall down from a clear night sky and pelt his dirtied kitchen apron
Not when he’s held close in loving arms
Not when they sit in the deck both brokenly humming the song you’d sing like a broken record
Out of tune and off key
It plays when the two of them cook in the kitchen of the baratie
Sanji always looks to the stars when he takes a smoke break, Zerg occasionally accompanying him on the balcony in a somber silence
And even though Sanji hates wasting food he can’t help but make an extra plate sometimes
Can’t help but subconsciously make more than needed to feed someone not there
Zeff doesn’t comment on it and tells the others to lay off if they ask Sanji about it
He can’t judge when he sometimes does the same
Can’t when he sometimes looks out to sea and hears your humming in the waves
The small song sung by a raspy throat that helped ease hours of the days spent on that barren rock
Days in which he worries of his wound being infected
Days in which he worried for the boy who shared his dream and the child who looked as if they accepted death
And it stays with him
Because Zeff can so clearly see your sunken face when he spots a starved begger on the street
Can so clearly see how you curled up at night trying to keep Sanji warm as skeletal hands clung to you
Can clearly see your eyes when he stares out at night, the full shine of stars that looked so bleak
Can so clearly see you valued the two of them more than yourself no matter how either of them tried to save you
And yet they couldn’t do it
You weren’t here anymore, no body to bury or honour either
Nothing but a barren rock and cold salty water to serve as your grave
The chefs at baratie try to question when one night a year they see Zeff and Sanji leave a full plate of food on the deck
But none of them ever get an answer except it was for someone hungry they couldn’t feed
Patty always tries to chase away the crows that peck at the food but each year they return to eat that plate of food until nothing is left
And oddly enough the murder always seems to leave behind a loaf of bread in the plates place
Years later a cannonball crashes through the baratie
Cracking and breaking timber in of what Sanji calls a home
Besides that and a marine asshole with his beautiful date it’s a mostly normal day
Not the worse he’s experienced
Nor the best
Average would be the best way to put it, the baratie often times seeming more like a fight club rather than a proper cooking establishment
If the smirk wasn’t enough I n the douches face then it was the fact he wasted perfectly good food
The thought sickens him
A sunken starved face stares back at him from the wasted soup
Boney and dead
It leaves him sick to his stomach especially when a starved pirate stumbles through the door
And everything seems to come back to him all at one once
Especially the man’s eyes, they look too much like your own on those last few days on the hellish rock
Soulless and empty
When he places a plate in front of the starved man he doesn’t expect anyone from the dinning room to follow in his example
Not with their cheering of the man being beaten down by patty
But stepping through the side door someone follows
He extinguishes his cigarette and turns around just as he hears the clink of another plate being lowered to the wooden deck
And it’s there that Sanji freezes
Your eyes stare back at him in just as much shock
A cigarette long forgotten falls to the deck and is extinguished when he steps on it
His arms wrap around your own as tears drop freely from his eyes
You hold him the same as you did the last
One hand laced in golden hair while the other pats his back
His knees buckle from the weight of it all
This has to be a dream
He only sees you in dreams or in the faces of the truly hungry
Your sunken starry eyes staring out from others
But your here
And your healthy and safe and alive
And despite the fact he’s confused as all hell
He can’t help but thank whatever god there is out there that your here again
Not just a reflection of a memory
Your here
When you pull away he can’t help but want to pull you back just to ensure you don’t go
To not make the same mistake that Zeff did in letting you go that he still regrets every single day of his life
But as you pull away you don’t do so entirely, you hold both his hands as he kneels to match your level
A confused starved pirate watches confused alongside a boy in a straw hat
“I know you probably have a lot of questions” you say, your hands fidgeting in his with nervousness. You expect him to be mad, to blow up at you and yell at you to leave but he doesn’t, instead you feel his thumb rubbing circles comfortingly on your knuckles. “Think you can get the old man? I think I owe it to you to explain….oh and I’ll pay for the food. I grabbed a random plate on the way here”
#determination!#one piece#platonic#one piece x reader#one piece x you#one piece sanji#one piece zeff#sanji op#sanji x reader#poor sanji#lol
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YIPEE IT'S FINALLY DONE
spent the past like, month redrawing the sb cover art (original for side-by-side reference)
rambling under the cut
WOOO I'm so happy to finally have this done. I spent forever working on it, I wish I kept track but I'm pretty sure it took a month to fully finish, I've been working on it like every day for the past couple of weeks and I'm really happy to finally have it finished :D
I'm really proud of the rendering/shading on this one, the text was probably difficult which is why it looks the least accurate. I didn't want to just re-render it and re-draw the human characters so I changed the designs a little bit for this, first time I've drawn any of them. I thought it'd be fun to make their desgins fit a bit closer to the cartoony art around the pizzaplex and just smaller details I find fun.
(if monty is allowed to have spikes on his chest cavity i think freddy should be allowed fluff.. he looks so bald, if you count chica's feathers he's literally the only animatronic without hair LMAO)
I accidentally made some colors a bit more pastel or desaturated but overall I tried to replicate the rendering as well as I can, it was really good practice for understanding lighting better and stuff. (Roxy had like, 3 different color light sources I think? Monty had the most though..)
But anyway! I'm really happy I got this done so I can work on other stuff lol. I might use it for background stuff and I kept all the assets so I can edit them for pfps if i or other people want in the future.
Hope you enjoyed :)
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Can I please request a charles dating a Greek girl *like the Korean girl you did*???👉🏻👈🏻🥹🥹🥹🥺🥺
Hi, love!!! of course <3 here you go! sorry for taking forever, I was off for a bit and just got back hihih
MICK DATING A GREEK GIRL | MS47
Warnings: mentions of food; tooth-rotting fluff; mentions of family members; not proofread.
A/n: Just a quick reminder that there are many shades, experiences, and backgrounds when it comes to greeks and their culture, what I am writing does not resume everything, but rather brings a piece of it to the table. <3
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Mick already knows Greece, but when you two start dating he's in for a whole new adventure aka getting familiar with culture, sayings, and the idiom;
He becomes obsessed with Greek cuisine. To him, everything is better when it's Greek - greek rice, greek break, greek spaghetti, and the latter let it slip during an interview, and you bet Ferrari fans we're mad for a week or so;
He would encourage you guys to visit the less tourist-centered cities and islands, instead suggesting places where you grew up or had stories to tell;
Mick would make sure to always have his camera on him and register random photos of you - he has a 'Greek girl <3' folder that consists mostly of pictures of you;
Randomly learned to introduce himself in Greek, but got his age wrong and it didn't matter how many times you tried to correct him, he would always forget and say it wrong again, so you just accepted that he was one hundred five instead of twenty-five when in Greece;
Though Mick loved the homey cities, he also loved the famous islands and whenever you traveled there at least one weekend would be spent in one of those. Athenas, Santorini, Corfu, Mykonos, Crete, Zakynthos, Ithaca, you name it, he will pack his bags at the speed of light and be ready to tag along;
He would watch movies that were ambient in Greece and ask you if things were accurate. He looved Mamma Mia and Greek Wedding;
Totally hints that he wants to have a greek wedding after you attend one together; The plates breaking? The common cup? the wedding face? He watched it all in awe;
Now when it comes to meeting the family Mick is nervous. He wants to make everything right so he will try to at least introduce himself in Greek -and he'll most likely get nervous again and say he's one hundred-five years lol it becomes a family thing, and he feels at home around your folks;
Same to you and his family that will definitely put Greece on their next vacay destination just to spend some quality family time with everyone.
Overall Mick is just super curious and open to learning about you and your culture, and will go around talking about how cool things are in Greece because he's this type of person. He's obsessed with your country, but he's even more obsessed with you.
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#millies inbox#anon#ms47#mick schumacher#op: headcanons#f1 fandom#f1 x reader#mick schumacher x reader#greek!reader#mick schumacher headcanon#mick schumacher imagine#f1 imagines#f1 headcanons
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how would adam in eden treat his first wife reader
Was he an asshole before eve and lilith left him?
HOOOOLY CRAP GUYS. i went down the BIGGEST rabbit hole for this (perks of being sick and having free time)… first request!!!! (AND FEEL FREE TO LEAVE MORE :)) tysm!!! and with all the background research, i cooked !!! (proofread + i tried my best to make this accurate)
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how would adam in eden treat his first wife reader?
was he an asshole before eve and lilith left him?
(no warnings, no pronouns used, but suggested you are his wife ^_^)
— in my opinion, lucifer pretty much messed with his whole love life. i think he would be much more chill than he is now. but to try and match his character, he will be a little egoistic.
you were adam’s first wife, and to him, you meant a lot.
seriously, being the first man on earth he grew to be a bit egotistical. but, you helped tone that down from him.
you knew he thought higher of himself, but you tried to remind him that humans should all be equal.
life was wonderful in eden. after spending time in eden with him, you both realized you were falling deeply in love with each other.
“hey, i think i’m in love with you.”
adam says with a grin, and you can’t help but reply,
“me too.”
and your relationship bloomed from there. he thought you were the most wonderful woman he would ever meet.
and as a few years passed, you became adam’s wife.
he could hardly believe it, considering how dumb he was. you were like a goddess to him. beautiful in every way, even if you didn’t think so. he would always tell you how important you are to him.
you spent days upon days with him, and you would plan various things to do.
one of your favorite activities was spending a day in the warm sun, prancing in meadows and playing in creeks.
adam just adored you, sometimes he got a little embarrassed to participate because of his somewhat ‘manly’ ego, but if you asked him to do anything, no questions, he’d do it right away.
“babe, there’s a bunch of flowers in your hair.”
he says, gently leaning forward to pick some of the succulents out of your hair. you two sat in the meadow, as adam hummed while doing so.
“what happens when we die?”
you say curiously, and adam looks at you wide eyed.
“oh, sweetness, don’t worry ‘bout that, ‘kay?”
you silently nodded, curling close to him. the sun was starting to set.
you two shifted on your backs to look at the stars, and he listened intently as you mumbled about the different constellations.
and soon, he knew when your speech got slower, and your hands stopped pointing up at the sky, you had fallen to slumber. and he follows quickly.
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and you remained close, in love for years to come.
when it came time for death, you both succumbed.
when you made it to heaven, you were there together.
he was so happy, happy he is able to spend the rest of eternity with you.
extra / if he left you for eve + lillith (angstyyy kinda?)
when you and adam got married, you knew this wouldn’t last forever. you love him, so so much, but you knew he didn’t love you fully.
and that’s just who he was, perhaps. he was always eyeing other women, thinking he was superior to you, and seemed to become a bit short tempered around you.
and that’s when you couldn’t take it anymore. you confronted him, tears in your eyes.
and he left.
left you for eve, left her for lillith.
you knew there was no end to it, but when you became an angel, you saw just how fucked up he was.
he was even worse now, somehow, and you knew it was all his wives fault.
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research/long blabber about adam’s backstory i looked up to understand him further even after rewatching hazbin 4 times… adam’s first wife lilith married lucifer,, lilith and adam fought (as of religious text) demons =sinners and freedom with a life in heaven =exterminations lilith = left and kinda evil? adam =first man earliest of man and kinda worst of man? (according to lol more religious text blah blah blah) uprise because lilliths singing which adam took advantage of? alastor’s master = lillith..(theory i think) OH GOD IM SO CONFUSED anyways. lilith hates subservience (willingness to obey others unquestionably) that’s why she left adam?? adam =toxic masculinity. eve left to eat the apple from lucifer ADAMS EX-wife set lillith up? or what. first human. after his wife’s? he’s EXTRENELY cocky and arrogant in charge of annual extermination of sinners (because of overpopulation) is mean because he thinks it’s hilarious, who’s gonna stop him? adam thinks no one can change, and thinks heaven and hell is a great system. basically abuses his power.. lucifer had a baby with adam’s ex-wife and is indirectly responsible for adam losing out on paradise. adam didn’t eat the fordbifden fruit which is why he acts the way he does? god complex cuz he’s firsy man. lillith was the first woman in hazbin, lilith left because adam thought higher of himself. EVE ATE THE FRUIT of knowledge! i tried to use my brain to the max to make this so I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!!!
#adam x reader#hazbin hotel adam x reader#hazbin adam x reader#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin hotel fanfiction#adam hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel#fanfiction#tvgirlcore#hazbin hotel x you#hazbin hotel x y/n#hazbin hotel x oc
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Aquarium date with Haruka Sakura ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ⋆.ೃ࿔*:・
I can’t stop thinking about how going on cute dates with Sakura would be so here are some of my thoughts <3
.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 .
Firstly knowing his background I think it’s safe to say Sakura has never been to a aquarium, so expect him to definitely be amazed at this new place
He wouldn’t fully understand the appeal of it before going with you. “Isnt it just fish” is what he’s definitely thinking.
Any expectations he had before are blown out of the water (lol) when he finally gets there! He is standing like a kid amazed at just how many creatures he sees
In his moment of excitement, he would grab your hand to pull you along to stuff he sees without his usual tsun behavior. But TRUST once he realizes he is holding your hand that blush will be PRESENT !!
If you happen to have knowledge and love talking about sea animals Sakura would definitely do his very best to listen (he might not understand it all but hearing you excitedly talk has him unable to look away)
While he would run around at times trying to look at all the stuff, I think Sakura would also take a moment to just quietly take in everything. Just gazing in amazement at the sharks and fish swimming to beautifully.
And if you so happen to be doing the same He might even try to sneakily take a photo of you 🤭 he is too embarrassed to ask but with how bad he is with technology you would probably catch him (leading to him blushing up a storm)
He favorite animals were probably the penguins (simply my own bias i have decided he loves penguins). Sakura would spent ages looking at them zipping through the water.
Will definitely go full tsun if you buy him a penguin plushie but you can find him gazing at it trying to hide his happiness.
Overall this date is something he will definitely remember forever after all to experience new things with someone he loves makes for such great memories <3
.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 .
First time writing something like this in this format but it was fun! So I hope you guys enjoy it too!!!
#haruka sakura#wind breaker (satoru nii)#haruka sakura headcannons#haruka sakura x reader#windbreaker x reader#i truly love him from the bottom of my heart#trying a new format just for fun too :3
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Spoilers for season 3 of the bear:
The few sydcarmy-esque moments and my thoughts on S3.
☠️ When there's a flashback to a quick kiss between Carmy and Claire (with the word EMERGENCY on an ambulance blurred in the background), it cuts to Carmy saying I'm sorry to Sydney. This stood out to me.
☠️ The flashback to the best meal Syd ever had was red- this reminded me of the "Sydney's donut" made by Marcus. (Someone on Reddit pointed out this connects back to Syd's risotto in S1; in S3 Carmy made the excuse of a fennel allergy to make the dish he wanted to, both instances they went against the grain had big impacts).
☠️ In Legacy Carmy told Syd she looked nice (first compliment on her appearance, so yay?).
☠️ When Carmy invites Syd to the funeral of Ever. Most intense eye contact with them this season imo. He's staring at her a lot and she keeps looking down and clearly wanting to know why he wants her there or whatever.
☠️ Carmy touches the small of Sydney's back in Forever.
S3 thoughts:
"Richie what the fūck is this?" No, but seriously wtf was this season?
-Characterisations less honed in, more dim
-Chemistry was dialled back?!?!
-No, or arguably less development on Claire
-Lack of plot direction or cohesion at times
-Unsophisticated use of flashbacks
-Too much time spent on the Faks
-Comedy was meh
-Not enough time spent on scenes or plot points I felt were pivitol
-Carmy saying Claire is peace and tweaking out because of her despite the severe lack of emotional intimacy written for her or the relationship
-Still no time spent delving deeper into Sydney.
Idk what happened. 😭 (At least in terms of shipping neither side has really won. We've all lost atp lol).
#the bear#sydcarmy#sydney adamu#carmen berzatto#sydney x carmy#the bear fx#carmy x sydney#richie jerimovich#carmy berzatto#claire the bear#chefs kiss
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was looking through my camera roll & realized i never posted about this?? but i did a check please theme in my bullet journal back in april & i am still beyond obsessed with how it turned out!
task list & cover page
april was all about finishing my fucking thesis (i earned my mfa in stage automation in may) & i used the task list to break down each section of my thesis & make it less intimidating. i still pulled a bitty & had to marathon write most of my thesis within a like 36 hour period. i slept so good once that draft was finished!
when i started planning this theme, i flipped through the comic & decided pretty quickly i wanted the cover to be this view of faber from 4.25 "faber". i filled the outside with some of my favorite details from throughout the comic, including (clockwise from top left) the "text from chowder: i'm shouting!" from 4.2 "nonstop celly", jack's "oh" moment from 2.17 "graduation", the jack lego (?) figure from 3.1 "wag", dex & nursey's background roach & house bubbles & (i think it's) ransom's "et tu lardo?" bubble from 2.12 "post i: roadie", one of my fave senor bun appearances that didn't make it into a weekly from 1.16 "linemates", & bitty's phone (i don't think there's a specific appearance of bitty's phone that looks like this, at least not that i'm finding in the flip-throughs i've done to write this post. i think i did a lil freehand moment with it, but if anyone happens to find it in the comic, let me know!), as well as my usual little calendar & monthly focuses section
monthly calendar & habit tracker
the monthly calendar & playlist is inspired by the smh team roster hanging on the bulletin board in the haus at the beginning of year 2
the habit tracker features a few other details from 2.1 “moved in”, namely the “haus sweet haus” rug & the sock pinned to the bulletin board. the shopping list bubble is a callback to the “jizz!” speech bubble also pinned to the bulletin board next to the sock
meal & time trackers
the breakfast, lunch, & dinner headers are a callback to the hockey puck taped to the bulletin board
not much to add here, but it’s a great time to mention the “it’s tough but you’re tougher” speech bubble from 4.20 “spotlight on eric bittle” which was the quote i used to decorate my grad cap ❤️
weekly #1 is modeled after y1 & features my favorite y1 senor bun appearance (1.18 “playoffs - i”) & line (1.8 “checking clinic”)
weekly #2 is modeled after y2 & features my favorite y2 senor bun (2.10 "shinny") & line (2.4 "hazeapalooza")
weekly #3 is modeled after y3 & features my favorite y3 senor bun (3.3 "meet the falconers") & line (3.26 "cup v - post")
weekly #4 is modeled after y4 (the layout of the top panel specifically is modeled after the first panel of 4.16 "christmas in madison - iii" which shows a bunch of the christmas pics/posts from the rest of smh & tater) & features my favorite y4 senor bun (4.17 "senior thesis") & line (also 4.17 "senior thesis"). i has some extra space, so i included some excerpts from bitty's y4 tweets
camp nanowrimo tracker, before the pen. the left is just a table for tracking time spent on & words written for my thesis & the novel i've been working on forever. my camp nanowrimo goal was to write 1 hour every weekend day & 2 hours every week day, for a grand total of 50 hours, which i am proud to say i achieved! the right is a visual tracker, where each pie was equal to an hour of writing. i included 50 pies for my 50 hour goal. the bubble near the top is from 1.4 "the haus" with 2 footnotes i added; one on "kitchens" that says "word docs", & one on "pies" that says "words". clearly i think i'm very clever lol
visual tracker, filled in. i surpassed my 50 hour goal with about a week left in the month, & i wanted to include that additional progress on my tracker. once the month was done & i knew how much i needed to add, i made a tip-in (although this might just be a fold-out lol) to tape in. on one side, i included the dialogue bubbles from a panel of 3.19 "keagster"
on the other side of the tip-in/flip-out, i included jam jars for the additional 10.25 hours of writing i did, plus "it's gonna be two trips" also from 3.19 "keagster"
& that's all the spreads! spreads were done in an archer & olive b5 notebook. supplies include: mildliners in the colors vermillion, dark blue, beige, & gray; a black papermate flair, a white gellyroll pen in size 08, and stabilo pens in gray and brown. oh, & a piece of masking tape, bc i couldn't find any clear tape lol
#omgcp#bullet journal#i did so many good themes in my b5 journal but i'm pretty sure this one's my favorite
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“loumand were happy together most of the time” is kind of an insane take bc louis spent eps 1-4 haunted by lestat and distracted by a hallucination of him, fought badly with armand and called him a boring beige pillow in ep 5, the closest they probably came to being genuinely happy was in 6, the ep which had louis acting really off (i think jacob himself said he’d regressed to a lot of his past personality). eps 7, 8 and dubai speak for themselves lol. whereas loustat *were* happy, especially when they were raising claudia (“we were a happy trio”), and it’s clear that louis downplayed a lot of that happiness (see all of jacob and sam’s comments about dreamstat reflecting the softer and happier parts of loustat that louis wants to forget). but people also ship them because a) their intense chemistry and b) the whole show revolves around their romance, which is tragic and destructive because they love each other *so much*. it’s fucked up but also so compelling and epic and romantic because they will literally love each other forever and nothing can stop it no matter the cost. that doesn’t mean you have to ship it, but it actually surprises me that someone could even enjoy the show if they don’t even “get” loustat at all
tbh I think an argument could be made for both relationships either way. I don't think any of it has to be a contest of any kind. ppl come into the show from all different backgrounds and awareness of the books / characters or not. I think it's fine to let ppl come into the story however they want.
loustat allowed louis to feel seen for the first time in his life but also unseen in other ways. we do see them have happy moments but the more time goes on, the worse they get and the less "alive" he seems. then there's the explosive endings of the fight and mardi gras. although the show has told us there's layers to this and a general back and forth of whether things were better or worse all over their timeline.
loumand and being in paris gives louis more freedom in ways than he's ever known. he explores hobbies, he feels less judged as a black man in public spaces, he feels like he's allowed to have boundaries and voice desires. armand pretends to relinquish control at times when he knows it's what louis requires to feel good. that's something that lestat wasn't doing. for a lot of S2, in dubai, there is an unease felt and a forced manner of discussing all of these "happy" memories they have together, but a lot of it still feels real. like an authentic couple that's been married a long, long time and settled into each other. 2x5 shows us a layer peeled back and starts to break the illusion, but just like with louis' happy moments with lestat, it doesn't change that those moments still exist.
the show itself is always telling us that everything we see of any of this are parts of a whole. just like real life, all events have different perspectives. if louis' memory hadn't been erased after 2x5 then who knows what would have happened. but louis also wouldn't have left lestat on his own without claudia too, so maybe nothing?
the core of all of these relationships is what they reveal about the characters. while loustat has been said to be the main focus throughout, it doesn't lessen any of the others. all of these characters are around each other for eternity and have to endure each other somehow, whatever their current status with each other. I don't think anyone has to have any relationship preference to watch the show tbh, bcuz they're all related in the end anyway.
#asks#interview with the vampire#amc interview with the vampire#interview with the vampire amc#iwtv amc#amc iwtv#iwtv spoilers#iwtv 2022#loustat#loumand
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MW2 CHARACTERS: as Lovers (explained through songs)
[sfw] cw(s): lyrics/themes of death, mentions of abuse/ghost's past, brief mentions of sex
i spent an embarrassing amount of time on this, so enjoy it lol.
Ghost is disastrously Everlong (Foo Fighters). The genuine emotion that song manages to evoke in me is painful and refreshing at the same time — that’s the type of feeling Simon “Ghost” Riley exudes.
As a lover; he’s very distant at first. He refuses to become more attached to you than he already is — convinced he’s going to lose you too (or, worse, become his father). It very likely takes him years to truly open up to you about everything, and when you don’t stop loving him, he never want to leave your side. Ghost likely feels like he is never going to do enough for you until the two of you finally have that unbreakable connection, and then he finds himself to be everything you could ever need through your actions/words.
The instrumental sections, especially the part that emulates the opening of the song after the second chorus. The change from strong drums and electric guitar to the simple bass line and indistinguishable radio chatter that slowly ramp up into the loudness again is so goddamn emotional. If that isn’t Ghost then I don’t know what else is.
Ghost is one of the most tragic characters in MW2, Everlong has an incredibly emotional tone that perfectly captures the feeling of tragedy, something Ghost has been through countless times. This heavily reflects in his romantic relationships.
Lyrics such as “Come down and waste away with me” and “If everything could ever be this real forever / If anything could ever be this good again” are so Ghost coded, especially when it would come to your relationship.
Gaz has intense Die For You (The Weeknd) energy. Do I really have to explain? (Yes the fuck I do) Gaz is absolutely smitten with you, there's no damn doubt, and he will express it to you in any possible way he can, even if the two of you are in a rough patch.
Gaz is likely very in tune to his emotions, but that doesn't mean he can express them that easily. That being said, the one thing he can express without a hitch is his devotion and love for you. It doesn't matter how long he spends away from you, how long it's been since he last spoke to you, the first words out of his mouth upon seeing you are "I love you." There is nothing in the mortal plane that could stop him from loving you, he would do fucking anything to be able to be yours and have you be his. However, he finds issue in communicating issues he has, whether it be ones to do with the relationship or outside of it.
He has a need to be in control of the emotional state he's in, which makes a relationship with him a bit difficult. He'll do his best to change how you feel about something just to make it match his, or he'll try to mold a situation into something it's not so that he can find a way through it without making himself vulnerable.
The background music of Die For You manages to be something playable in a club, but emotional at the same time, which is rather conflicting when it comes to trying describe it. But that makes it utterly perfect to describe Gaz with.
"The distance and the time between us / It'll never change my mind" has major Gaz vibes due to the obvious divide between the two of you whenever he's deployed, but also because there's sometimes going to be an emotional distance between the two of you if he finds he can't communicate his.
Soap is so RUNNING OUT OF TIME (Tyler, The Creator) coded you gotta believe me here. I find Soap to be subdued when it comes to you; the military aggression he can be so capable of slips away when it comes to love you. This is why I chose this song instead of the other IGOR songs.
I see Soap as someone who gets into a relationship quickly so that they don't get bored of being in a "talking stage." Soap often feels that you'll get bored of him, especially when his thoughts slip to you when he's deployed. He's not home as often as another man could be, he can't spend all the time in the world with you -- he's always so scared that he'll come home to any empty flat after you left, too bored of being alone. Due to this fear, Soap tries him damn best to show off just how much he loves you any time he can, he becomes so involved with you he almost has nothing else in his life happening except for you.
Very much intense in his loving, would probably do anything you asked of him, and years of reliance on others in the military has left him needing that energy reciprocated. There's a sense of security he feels knowing that you would do what he would do for you.
I feel like the instrumental sections of the song are reminiscent of Soap's personality when he's with you. He doesn't have to be calm and militaristic, but he doesn't have to play up the energetic part of him. With you, he's able to be genuinely happy and has a somewhat bubbly go-with-the-flow disposition . The electric synth-y sounds of the outro and breaks between verses showcase this type of feeling very fell.
"Your waves wash over me / I drift to the deep end" is a really representative pair of lyrics for Soap, he's just in love with you that he's willing to go to the farthest lengths for you.
Price probably looks like he should be some 80s love song, and he does, but I am a firm believer that he is a Florence + The Machine song, specifically her cover of Stand By Me (a song from 1962). Price is likely more emotional around you than his boys, so you get to see a softer, probably sadder version of him.
Emotionally matured in his years of military service, and it shows in the way he loves you. He adores being domestic with and for you; just waking up in bed to you sound asleep next to him is enough for to make him happy. Likes to be by your side, holding you. It's comforting to him to know that you're there, to know he's there with you, and that he's surviving for you. Price lives for you because he knows that his death would be a devastation to you, the same way your death would hurt him irreversibly. To Price, you are home and you are safety. Coming back to you after being gone for months is one of the best feelings he has ever felt.
He's very work-oriented, almost to the point that, if he's exhausted enough, he might treat you as if you were one of his soldiers. It doesn't take him long to realize what he's doing, and he'll feel extremely guilty after it (even if you assure him it's alright). He'll let you take care of him after this, you can convince him to rest because he feels too bad to say no to you.
Florence's version of the song is much more orchestral than the original version, a harp is one of the first things you hear, along with other string instruments. It's flowy, almost water-like, and most of all, calming; it feels like a falling asleep with the window open on an autumn night, which fits Price immaculately well. The swell in the music is even calming to some degree. The amount of emotion in the song makes it all the more loving.
"I won't be afraid / Just as long as you stand, stand by me," demonstrates the comfort that he feels with you, how you are the one thing that he can rely on to be safe.
Alejandro would've been Lorde coded, but you guys have to hear me out on this one. This man is the epitome of That's All (Kris Jonathon). Alejandro is devoted to you in every sense of the word, he is so utterly in love with you that he is yours.
Alejandro is, and always has been, a lover at his core. He's charming and affectionate to everyone; but god, when he has you in his arms, it's like you're the only thing that has ever existed. His love for you runs deeper than the oceans, it's sometimes so intense it's overwhelming, but you always know that Alejandro loves you. He always finds a way to make you feel seen, feel loved. Alejandro makes an effort for you, even if he's tired and overwhelmed. His job inhibits his ability to see and live with you all the time, so he often finds himself thinking about a future with you, when he's retired from the military, and can be by your side far into old age.
Despite his openness in loving you, Alejandro is likely another person who despises being vulnerable in other states. Sure, he can tell you how much he loves you with ease, but he couldn't tell you how tired or depressed he was. But sometimes, Alejandro will let you in a little further and whisper to you how much he wants to be by your side always, and that leaving you behind with the possibility of leaving you behind is harrowing to him.
That's All is slow, it's a ballad, it's about wanting a fairy tale love story, and god does the slow background music with the overpowering hi-tat give me major Alejandro vibes. It's passionate, the instruments and the lyrics that accompany them, and it makes for a loving sounding song that encapsulates Alejandro's style of loving you.
"I want a tale, a giddy after with you," Alejandro wants a life with you, he wants to live with you by his side until he no longer can, which the lyric, "Till death's kiss, I'll promise you this," shows. Alejandro will always be with you until death takes parts the two of you forever.
Rudy is easily Fantasy (Kali Uchis, Don Toliver) and I will not be taking any comments, complaints, or concerns. If you think for a second that Rudy is not an intense and loving partner, you are so so so wrong and I am here to prove it to you.
Rudy is one to love you like no one can touch you ever again, he knows full well that you are his. He wouldn't go so far as to say he owns you, but he knows that you wouldn't say a word against it if he said you belonged to him. This possessive part of him is usually choked down and he's often much more passive to you and everybody around. He's honestly rather sweet, often calling you a nickname or a pet name instead of your name, but you can always see something a bit more passionate in his eyes when he looks at you. He has eyes for no one else, he loves you too much to even think about someone else in the ways he thinks of you.
He tends to idly enjoy your presence, his thoughts stray quite a bit when you aren't there, oddly enough. When you're there, he just wants to be with you, not an imaginative version of you. Holding you close is something he treasures, sexually or otherwise, he likes having you near him and often never wants to let go.
The background music begins with a rather calm piano, which is basically the impression you get upon looking at Rudy for the first time, but the upbeat rhythm that follows it is more representative of Rudy's way of loving you and what it's often like with him.
"I belong to you / Know you're all mine too," is the only lyric I need to pull from the song to push my agenda onto you. Your relationship is built off of knowing that the two of you are each others, Rudy relishes in this knowledge.
Valeria is literally the embodiment of Summertime Sadness (Lana Del Rey). You can scream and cry but Valeria is so LDR coded and I will die on this hill. The nature of her work really makes it unpredictable to know if she'll come home to you, so the two of you live your lives like you're about to break up but god do the two of you love each other.
It took her so damn long to admit it and understand that she loves you, but once she did, everything was for you. She lives for you, she breathes for you, because you're all the good the world has left for her, and she'll keep an iron grip on you until you're ripped away from her. Valeria knows that one day, she likely will leave you on your own, so she lives every single day with you as if its the last. Even if it's a small day, where you just live with one another, there's always a feeling of longing between you two.
Something hat Valeria will likely never get to have is a wedding with you. She knows, deep down, that marrying you is putting an even larger target on your back, but that won't ever stop her from wanting you to be more than just her lover, wanting to be more than simply dating you.
The slow drums in the background accompanied by the soft strings and guitar during the verses and choruses have a longing feelings attached to them, which gives way to the way Valeria feels about your relationship. There's always longing between you even if she's right by your side.
Lyrics that particularly scream Valeria and your relationship with her include, "I know if I go, I'll die happy tonight," "I just wanted you to know / that baby, you the best," and "Like the stars miss the sun in the morning sky." All of these have a feeling that any of the above paragraphs explained, but they're also pretty self explanatory.
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hey! first off, i love your blog aesthetic, so cute! 🥺💜 i’m in a big mood for some iida content so is it okay if i can have some headcanons of iida with a fem! s/o who tends to puff out her cheeks (idk how to describe whay that would look like lol) when she’s extremely concentrated on something. one day, they’re having a study session and iida looks up after a few moments to see his s/o’s cheeks puffed up as she’s studying and that’s all he could look at. and he’s just like ‘so cute. why must you be so cute?! 🥺’
hiya! sorry this took so long, life got away from me, but i'd be happy to write out a lil something something for you :) plus this idea is just so sweet i gotta :P I did end up making it pre-relationship bc I love a little pining Iida <3
IIDA x Fem!Reader Study Session
fluff w use of she/her pronouns :))))))))))
It would be the middle of the week after everyone has settled back into a more regular school routine. The monotony was easily invited back by everyone after the busy summer filled with internships drained people in a way they didn't think they could be drained. Everyone had been missing the comradery that Class 1A had even if nobody other than Kirishima had the gall to say it out loud.
The math lessons had begun progressing at an impossible rate and Iida found himself more often than not in the common area of the dorms helping people will various subjects. This became so common in fact that people will bring peace offerings or promises of future favors to gain any sort of aid in their course work. Luckily a few others in the class also pitched in with the tutoring even if it was only for a handful of specific topics or types of assignments.
Iida found himself enjoying the shared space and time with his fellow classmates but still missed what the study sessions used to be. It used to be secret and valuable time with his crush, (Y/N). With this newer update in the class gatherings he found her more and more distant. There would be many a night he would wistfully long for the nights only a semester and summer break ago that would be spent on the floor of his dorm room.
He missed the way she would spend forever setting up the study space; the lighting, the background music, the excessive collection of stationary with the cute mascots that he came quickly to recognize. The little stamps that she would use for both her to do list and stamp his hand whenever he did anything that was particularly pleasing to her ( he wouldn't wash his hands for a possible as he could afterwards)
So imagine his delight when one afternoon (Y/N) walks up to him and mentions in passing how much she missing their one on one study nights. Iida startled himself with how quickly he interrupted her sentence with a neat invitation to study together once more.
" I'd really like that" she smiled " I'll bring snacks"
Iida's heart hummed for the rest of the day. Through the rest of the lessons. Through the rest of the exercises. Through his evening workout. Through dinner. Even Todoroki mentions how much more invigorated he seemed today ( he couldn't help it after all he has finally had a chance to hangout with you.... )
That evening Iida walks back to his room thinking about how he's going to set up his room for your arrival when he hears the sound of speeding foot steps. Before he had a chance to turn around he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Are you ready to tutor the worst math student you've ever seen?"
Iida never though someone giggling could be so cute. He loved the way that she smiled and looked at him. So normal but also caring and with intention. He leads them to his room and helps (Y/N) with their armful of study materials.
They agree to being on reviewing the latest homework assignment to get an idea of where she was. Iida never minded helping out his peers and never liked how self deprecating they were but especially hearing the way that (Y/N) would talk to herself. Just because you aren't naturally talented at one subject doesn't mean that you are automatically garbage at everything. It means that you have to apply yourself and Iida has seen how hard (Y/N) works in other subjects.
After some formal instruction they had split into more individual work of the homework assignment. While (Y/N) is working on their math Iida had pulled out his laptop to work on the floor in tandem with her. Not to mention that he could keep a sneaky eye on her over the top of his screen.
He admired the way her face twisted with confusion when reading a question for the first time before resigning to re-read it out loud. Their intense focus of their proof work had them making some interesting faces. IIda couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle when he saw how much (Y/N) puffed out her cheeks.
She looked up, unconsciously bringing her face back to regular confused expression, and awaited an explanation for the noise.
"I'm sorry I shouldn't have laughed"
"Laughed at what?"
"The face you make when you're concentrated. It's so cute"
(Y/N) paused. Looking away from Iida and looking all over the wall behind him for answers they didn't have.
" I don't make any faces when I'm focused, what do you mean?"
"Nothing, really, it's nothing" Iida insisted.
Going back to their work it was not even ten minutes that passed when (Y/N) was making the same endearing face again. Again, Iida couldn't let the momment pass without another comment. Somethign about the casual nature of the situation, the way that (Y/N) put him at ease, or maybe it's the eucalyptus humidifier in the corner that got him in another state of relaxation.
"So cute"
Without moving her head she sends Iida a puzzled look with her eyes. Iida gently shakes his head and goes back to typing his essay. He knew he was in the deep end for (Y/N). There is no recovery from this without heavy emotional help. He would have to talk to his friends about the best way to approach this subject and how to (finally) confess to (Y/N).
He wanted to spend forever staring at that face after all.
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I TOTALLY FORGOT TO SEND THIS!!!!
Break The Cycle Pt.3?? O-O
~ Nessie
Break the Cycle Part 3 - Clancy x Reader
PART 1 + PART 2
Relationship: Tyler Joseph/Clancy x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Violence, anything related to Dema or the Trench story that's generally triggering.
Word Count: 2468
A/N: Hey!! This is the last part I'll write for this bc I don't really know where else to take the story lol but stay tuned for a lot more lore stuff bc I'm going to continue my Daughter series!!
In the days following my surrender to Clancy, we spent many late nights staring at the peak of our tent, talking. There was so much to say and so little time to say it. It seemed like he had moved on from the city, so quick to forget our lives—but I wasn’t like that. After another long day wandering through Trench and gathering supplies, we retreated back to our tent, nesting down like a pair of birds. I lay myself next to him, rolling into his side and resting my head on his chest. I missed being like this with him. I missed laying in his embrace.
“Are you okay?” he asked, running a hand through my hair.
I let out a loud sigh before speaking, “I thought you were dead, Ty–Clancy. I genuinely thought you were dead and I was going to have to return to Dema and tell Keons I’d failed.” My voice cracked under the pressure of everything I’d been holding in, and I buried my face in my hands. Tyler, or Clancy as he attempted to insist, sat beside me in silence, letting me get it all out.
“You didn’t fail, Artemis,” he whispered after a long moment, his voice barely louder than the wind that rustled the tent fabric. “You didn’t fail because you found me. And now, you’re here. You’re safe.”
“I don’t even know what ‘here’ is anymore,” I mumbled, glancing around the dim tent, the yellow glow of the campfire outside casting flickering shadows on the walls. “I feel like I’m losing my mind, Ty–Clancy. You say Dema isn’t real, that Keons is a traitor—but how do I know that’s true? How do I know I’m not going insane?” My voice cracked at the end, the desperation seeping through.
He sighed, lowering his head. “I didn’t want to accept it either at first, if that helps. I fought it, I fought the Banditos and I fought Josh. I tried to go back to Dema. But once you see it, once you really see the truth… there’s no going back. You’re not insane.” His hand reached for mine again, the touch softer this time, more hesitant. “That’s why I left.”
I pulled my hand away, the movement sharper than I intended. “You left without telling me! You just… disappeared. You think I’d ever be okay with that? With you walking out of my life without a word?”
Clancy flinched but didn’t respond immediately. His face softened. “What’s bothering you, Artemis?”
“What?” I asked, sitting up in offense. I could see the sincerity in his eyes, but my heart felt heavy.
“Something else is bothering you,” he continued gently, reading the conflict in my expression. “You haven’t been this upset since you first came back. What’s bothering you?”
I opened my mouth, but the words caught in my throat. Instead, I turned my gaze to the darkened space beyond our tent, the ghostly outlines of the trees against the starlit sky. “It’s… I don’t know, Clancy. I just feel so far from everything I once knew. I miss home.”
He shifted slightly, concern etched across his features. “Home? Dema?”
I shook my head vehemently. “No, not Dema. Home. My family. I miss the little things: the smell of my mom’s cooking, the way the sun hits the kitchen window in the morning. I miss my sister’s laughter, the sound of my dad’s old records playing in the background. It feels like I’ve been gone forever, and every day here just reminds me of everything I’ve lost.”
Clancy’s silence pressed heavily between us, thick with unsaid words. Then I felt it—a sudden, unsettling pang in my heart, a reminder of something else that had slipped my mind until now.
“Clancy…” I started, my voice trembling. “What day is it today?”
He hesitated, confusion furrowing his brow. “I don’t know. We don’t really keep track here.”
“No,” I said, feeling the heaviness settle into my stomach. “It’s my birthday, isn’t it?”
He flinched, the realization crashing over him like a wave. “Y/N, I…”
“Did you forget?” The question hung in the air, thick with the weight of unspoken disappointment. “You forgot about my birthday?”
“I didn’t forget,” he rushed to say, his voice earnest. “I just… I thought it would upset you. I didn’t want to bring it up, knowing how much you miss home.”
But his words did little to comfort me. The pain of this moment was raw, sharper than anything I had felt since arriving in this strange place. The warmth of my memories now felt like a cruel joke, a reminder of the life I had left behind, and here I was, in a tent with the boy I once thought I couldn’t live without. Yet somehow, I felt more alone than ever.
“I just wanted to be with my family,” I murmured, tears stinging my eyes. “To celebrate like we always do. To blow out the candles and make a wish. Instead, I’m here, hiding from danger and trying to figure out what’s real.”
Clancy reached out, his hand hovering uncertainly between us. “Y/N, I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to make things worse. I thought if I didn’t remind you of the life you had, you’d be able to move forward. I just thought we could find something new here—together.”
“Together?” I echoed, feeling the knot in my chest tighten. “But you left me behind once before. How can I trust you to stay now?”
His gaze hardened for a moment, and I could see the vulnerability beneath his bravado. “Because I waited for you. I always thought I’d find my way back to you, no matter how far I had to run.”
As the words hung in the air, I felt a mixture of emotions swirling inside me. The anger was still there, but there was something else too—a glimmer of understanding, perhaps, in the shared acknowledgment of our losses.
“Let’s just… let’s just sit with this for a moment,” I said, feeling the tension in my shoulders ease slightly. “Let me be sad. Just for tonight.”
He nodded, his expression softening again. “Okay. Just for tonight.”
As we settled back into our silence, the outside world faded away for a brief moment. It was just us—a boy and a girl—holding on to each other amidst the chaos. And in that moment, the ache of my birthday felt less like a loss and more like a reminder that I was still alive, still here, still fighting.
In the quiet that enveloped us, I closed my eyes, allowing the familiar sounds of our makeshift camp to seep in—the crackle of the fire, the rustle of the wind through the trees, the distant hoot of an owl. I focused on the rhythm of Clancy’s heartbeat, steady and reassuring against my ear.
Yet, despite the warmth of his presence, a gnawing ache remained, clawing at my insides. “Tyler?” I whispered after a long silence, completely careless I was using his birth name.
“Yeah?”
“Can we do something special? Something to remember today, even if it’s just the two of us?” The words slipped out before I could think them through, but I couldn’t shake the need to create a moment worth holding onto.
He turned slightly to face me, his expression thoughtful. “What do you have in mind?”
“I don’t know but maybe we could go for a walk?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, as if afraid to shatter the fragile peace between us.
Clancy’s brow furrowed in concentration, and for a moment, I thought he might laugh at the absurdity of my idea. Instead, he nodded slowly, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “I know a good spot.”
“Is it far?” I asked, sitting up a little straighter, excitement bubbling beneath the surface of my sadness.
“Not at all,” he smiled, pressing a kiss to my temple.
I couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm, feeling the warmth of his kindness begin to replace the cold grip of despair.
Clancy rose from the floor of the tent, brushing off imaginary dust and offering me a hand. I hesitated for just a moment, a fleeting worry creeping into my mind: Was I ready to step into the world outside our tent, especially when it had felt so safe inside? But as he looked down at me, a glimmer of hope in his eyes, I took his hand and stood up, feeling the warmth of his palm against mine.
“Let’s go,” he said softly, and together we stepped out into the crisp night air. The camp was quiet, the distant crackle of the fire mixing with the soft sounds of nature all around us. The stars hung above us like tiny pinpricks in the fabric of the universe, each one a reminder of how small I felt in this vast world.
Clancy led the way, his confidence guiding us deeper into the trees. The moonlight filtered through the branches, casting a silvery glow on the forest floor. I followed closely, absorbing the beauty around me, a stark contrast to the heaviness that had settled in my heart just moments before.
“Where are we going?” I asked, my curiosity breaking the silence.
“There’s a clearing not too far from here,” he replied, glancing back at me. “It overlooks a part of the valley. You can see the whole camp from there, and if the sky’s clear enough, you might even catch a glimpse of Dema in the distance.”
I swallowed hard, trying to wrap my mind around the idea of looking at a place I once called home from afar. “Is it safe?”
Clancy nodded. “I wouldn’t take you anywhere dangerous. I promise.”
As we walked, the silence between us felt different—less suffocating and more like a space filled with unspoken words, hopes, and dreams. With each step, I could feel the weight of my sadness lightening just a little. I thought about the moments we’d spent in the tent, the warmth of his embrace, and the honesty in his eyes when he told me he had waited for me. Eventually, we reached the clearing. It opened up before us, the vast expanse of the night sky unfurling like a blanket overhead. The view was breathtaking; the valley stretched out beneath us, a tapestry of dark shadows and silver light. The camp was a tiny cluster of flickering lights, and I could see the faint outline of the trees surrounding it.
“Wow,” I breathed, taking a step forward. “This is beautiful.”
Clancy stood beside me, his presence steadying as I took it all in. “It’s one of my favorite spots. I came here when I needed to think–back when you weren’t here. I used to imagine you were sitting in your room looking right back at me.”
I turned to look at him, a question lingering in my mind. “Do you ever think about Dema?”
He hesitated for a moment, his gaze fixed on the horizon. “Sometimes. But it’s different now. I used to think about what it was like—the people, the routines. Now, I focus on the future. On what we can build here.”
“Do you really think we can build something here?” I asked, my heart aching at the thought of it. I wanted to believe it, but the memories of my life in Dema weighed heavily on me.
He nodded, turning to face me fully. “I do. We can’t change what happened, but we can choose how we move forward. Together.”
I felt a surge of emotion at his words. In that moment, I saw a glimpse of hope—a possibility of finding a new life amidst the wreckage of the old one. “Together,” I echoed, the word carrying more weight than it had before.
Clancy smiled softly, and I noticed the way the moonlight danced in his eyes. “Now, let’s make tonight special, okay? It’s your birthday, after all. We can create our own celebration.”
I took a deep breath, allowing myself to dream for just a moment. “What do you have in mind?”
“I have this gift I made you months ago, before I even left Dema. I brought it with me, hoping you’d join me so I can give it to you,” he explained, pulling out a package wrapped in leather as he glanced up at the expansive sky. “I was afraid you’d never see it,” he continued, his voice barely above a whisper, as he carefully handed me the parcel. I felt the rough texture of the leather against my fingertips, and a wave of curiosity washed over me.
“What is it?” I asked, my heart racing.
“Just open it,” he urged, a hint of excitement in his eyes.
I gently peeled back the leather, revealing a beautifully carved wooden box. It was intricately designed, the surface etched with delicate patterns that seemed to dance in the moonlight. I ran my fingers over the craftsmanship, feeling the care and thought he’d put into it. “This is amazing. You made this?”
He nodded, his cheeks tinged with a hint of pride. “Yeah, I spent a lot of time on it. I wanted it to be something special. Something that reminded you of home but also of what we can build together.”
Taking a deep breath, I opened the box. Inside, nestled on a bed of soft fabric, was a delicate silver necklace. The pendant was a small compass, its needle glimmering as it caught the moonlight. “It’s beautiful,” I breathed, my voice catching in my throat. “What does it mean?”
Clancy shifted closer, his gaze fixed on the necklace. “I thought it would be fitting, given everything. The compass represents direction. No matter where you are, it will always point you back to what’s important—your home, your family, and me. And maybe it will remind you that you have the power to find your own path.”
Tears stung my eyes at his words. “You really put a lot of thought into this,” I said, my voice trembling. “Thank you. It means so much to me.”
He smiled, and I could see the warmth in his eyes as he reached for the necklace. “Can I put it on you?”
I nodded, turning around to allow him to clasp it around my neck. I felt the cool metal settle against my skin, a tangible reminder of our connection. As he fastened it, his fingers brushed against my collarbone, sending a shiver down my spine.
“There,” he said softly, stepping back to admire his handiwork. “You look amazing.”
I turned back to face him, the necklace resting gently against my chest, and I couldn’t help but smile. “Thank you, Clancy. This really is the best birthday gift I could’ve asked for.”
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