#I'm not really sure how I feel about the new setup in the woods

[lovelaceisntdead]

I have watched episode one.

[nickyrothfan]

What if everyone got super powers?(part 11)

The heroes decided to continue later... or rather, after lunch.

But at the same time...

"Are you serious right now?!" - Abanante slammed her fist on the table as she spoke with her friends through the computer.

"Keep it down... even if we blocked the channel, your office isn't soundproof." - Otto grumbled.

"We prepared for this for so long? And you're telling me we have to give up?!"

"Not give up... just lay low." - Mayor Tavish tried to calm his friend.

"You know full well... with the top government figures involved, I won't be able to get the blueprints for the amusement park..." - Leslie shook his head.

"We may have controlled everything until now... but the risk is too high, too much attention is on our city... and then there's those from Planet-PRO..." - Gerda wasn't happy with the news either.

"We need to wait it out... until everything settles down..." - Leslie repeated.

"We're already losing too much! That girl got Peterson's book! And that investigative journalist..."

"Didn't that girl... shoot gusts of wind?" - Otto narrowed his eyes.

"Was she behind the explosion?" - Tavish wondered.

"I'm trying to convince her parents to send her to a boarding school... there's progress."

"We tried to grab that Esposito girl not too long ago... she got away... really fast." - Gerda recalled how the blue-haired girl had escaped so quickly... weird...

"And the setup didn't work either..." - Abanante leaned back in her chair... everything was going wrong.

"At least... did you find Peterson's brat?" - the principal asked the taxidermist.

"He just... vanished." - he shook his head.

"Damn it!"

During P.E. class:

"Come on... you're not even gonna try?" - Trinity glanced at Nicky, who was sitting on the bench.

"First of all... after yesterday, I doubt anyone even wants to play with me... and second... I hate sports!" - he crossed his arms and closed his eyes.

"Well... then I'll sit with you. What do you think—"

"Will we be able to handle all these threats?" - he cut her off.

"No... I meant... us, you know... where we could go... as long as it's not too crowded, because my folks... still don't like you very much."

"Ah... I know a sushi restaurant... but it's extremely DRY there." - he smirked at his own joke. (For those who didn't get it—sushi is fish, and fish live in water.)

"Ahahahaha... not very funny." - Bales gave him a look.

"Well... I'll work on my punchlines next time."

"Alright... that one was actually good." - she smirked slightly.

"Yeah... you know, when we can talk like this... it feels easier." - he sighed... and blushed when she placed her hand on his.

"I'm sure... things will get better." - a determined smile appeared on her face.

"... I refuse to comment on this crap! Someone... kill her!" - Fleetway screamed, causing Nicky to flinch in reality.

"Can you shut up?!" - he yelled at his personality, but in reality, at the air.

"I won't shut up until you ditch that girl and go back to your father!"

"He has Michael, back off... you've been replaced..." - this time, Nicky whispered.

During lunchtime:

"So... I guess we're not acting yet?" - Ivan whispered to Trinity.

"Not yet... with the government around, it's too risky... the only problem is that our energy can be detected, so we just sit tight." - she shook her head.

"But what about the disappearances in the woods... do you think they can handle it?" - Maritza asked.

"They can... probably..." - Delroy shrugged.

"So... we act normal?" - Enzo widened his eyes.

"Yeah..." - Nicky replied.

"Alright... then I guess... I'll get back to my experiments, maybe create something to cloak our energy..." - Ivan said before taking a bite of his sandwich.

"I'll try to help." - Enzo told his friend.

"Maritza?" - Nicky looked at her.

"Uh... I guess I'll hang around with them." - she pointed at Enzo and Ivan.

"Okay... then I'll... um, I'll go for a walk." - Bales started sweating when she realized Enzo was nearby, and reminding him of the whole... situation wasn't a good idea.

"Sure... and Roth just gonna stand around for no reas—" - Delroy tried to add his two cents, but Bales elbowed him in the side.

"Hey!" - he grabbed his ribs, but the girl just whistled innocently.

No one noticed someone watching them from afar... or rather, no one except Trinity.

Lunch ended... pretty normally. Everyone went their own way.

Delroy ran off.

Ivan, Enzo, and Maritza went to Ivan's place—the first two to study chaos energy, and the last one... just because she had nothing better to do.

And so, Nicky and Trinity were still at school...

"Um, Nicky?" - Bales approached the boy, who was opening his locker.

"What?" - he glanced at her, then started packing his books into his backpack.

"You know... let's meet at the museum at 4:30? I need to take care of some... things..." - her tone sounded a bit sarcastic.

"Uh... okay?"

"Great! Love you." - she kissed him on the cheek and left...

"What's with her?" - Nicky felt a little uneasy... They knew Abanante was Crowface... but she wouldn't attack her alone, would she?

"She figured out what was pushing us to act, so she's probably trying to handle everything herself, which is why she dismissed everyone today." - Shadow!Nicky spoke in his head.

"But... we're a team..."

"Two options. One: she doesn't want you involved, so she's manipulating you. Two:... I don't know." - Dark!Nicky suddenly fell silent, as if the second option was... important.

"I... maybe..." - Nicky started walking in the direction Bales had left... he needed to know... and make sure nothing bad happened.

She walked past the principal's office and kept going...

"What? Isn't she supposed to..." - Nicky didn't get it... where was she going?

"Looks like she's not heading for Abanante..." - Dark!Nicky shook his head.

"Then where is she—" - Nicky's eyes widened when he saw... she was approaching Finch.

"Oh... this is gonna be good!" - Fleetway!Nicky got excited.

"I don't think we should be here..." - Shadow!Nicky muttered... why, though, wasn't clear.

"I... yeah..." - shaking his head, Nicky turned away... looked like his girlfriend wouldn't lose her temper... and that was a relief. Though hiding around the corner wouldn't hurt. So he did.

"What do you want?" - Finch asked rudely, eyeing Bales as she approached.

"Nothing... let's just call it a warning..." - Trinity pulled out two newspapers from her backpack, printed yesterday...

"And? Want an autograph? Your ex isn't good enough for you?"

"No... he's not my boyfriend." — Trinity crushed both newspapers into a ball and tossed them into the trash.

"Well... you don't really need to know..." — Bales thought.

"Just know this... if you ever start bullying him again, or any of my friends—" — Trinity swiftly snatched the camera from Finch's hands.

"Hey! Give it back!" — The scout jumped up, trying to retrieve her device, but Trinity held it out of reach.

"You'll end up just like this thing." — Trinity shoved the blue-haired girl aside, then dropped the camera onto the floor and stomped on it.

"No!" — Finch was about to fight back... but the look Trinity gave her—it felt just like yesterday's Nicky.

"Feel better now? Not so fun when you get a taste of your own medicine, huh? Bullying a boy... a traumatized boy, after he disappeared for a month... you really are awful. And trust me... if you go down this road again... next time, it won't just be the camera that breaks."

With one last contemptuous glare, Trinity walked away.

"Mmh..." — Nicky's eyes widened as he saw her approaching. He needed to hide—

"There's a bathroom right behind you, dumbass." — Fleetway!Nicky remarked. He sounded... calmer, as if lost in thought.

Nicky darted inside immediately.

"Damn... that was unexpected." — he muttered.

Trinity, of all people, just threatened Finch... holy sh#t.

"Well... maybe this Bales girl isn't so bad after all." — Dark!Nicky admitted. Despite being the embodiment of hatred, he wasn't incapable of positive feelings... and he liked ruthless people.

"Still... that was overkill." — Nicky shook his head. Finch hadn't really done anything to Trinity directly—oh, right, the second newspaper... well, almost. But destroying her property? That could cause problems.

"You're not seriously thinking of buying that scout a new camera, are you?" — Dark!Nicky asked, annoyed.

"Not your business." — Nicky replied.

"God, why are you so naive and kind? She bullied us! She deserves way more damage than just a camera." — Shadow!Nicky seemed to have woken up.

"Shut up!" — Nicky snapped at them.

Trinity was probably gone by now. He should head home...

Meanwhile... in the forest:

"It's all my fault... my fault!" — Aaron Peterson ran through the woods, aimlessly, his eyes full of tears. The strangest part... his tears were red, with two tomoe spinning in his irises.

"I'm guilty! I... I killed her, I hurt him..." — he kept muttering.

"I'm a monster! I attract evil..." — the brown-haired boy finally ran out of breath and stopped. He had been in the forest for half a month—well, okay, four days. Before that, he had just wandered around town.

"I don't deserve anything good... I—" — his body started trembling as he heard a snap behind him. Someone had just stepped on a branch.

"Oh, boy... what are you doing out here?"

A voice spoke. It tried to sound friendly... but it absolutely wasn't.

[zalrb]

PLL 2x14 Review - As Per Anon Request

I'm seeing a lot of Ezra in the recap. Is this the episode? Is it finally the episode?

I like how Spencer had to say "It's a set of latitude, longitude coordinates" and not just "coordinates".

Why is that skipping rope sequence like the creepy sequence from Nightmare on Elm Street

this bickering is way too performed, even for their mediocre to bad acting, it's probably some sort of setup they're doing or something.

"He still sounds angry when he talks to me." LMAO Hanna, you outted him cheating to his soon-to-be-wife. Her lack of self-awareness is HILARIOUS. She experiences no consequences.

There are always episodes where I feel like I've missed an episode before it. Also, is there a reason why they couldn't have had this conversation over the phone? Like you have a cell phone, Aria.

"You two make an interesting couple." LOL Troian's delivery.

"It was never a secret, it was private." Despite looking like a desperate housewife, Jenna is a MINOR and you are a whole ass grown ass man who is a police officer.

"Nobody starts out wanting to hurt anybody." I don't know, Alison sure seems like she did. or DOES. because she's ALIVE.

Aww, he built her a rocking chair ... why did Toby build her a rocking chair?

"A took the bait!" the bait that was so obviously bait?

Is there a reason Hanna's quasi hacker boyfriend can't try and trace A's number? Did he try already and I just forgot?

Did Caleb leave? Why don't I remember any of these plot points? Like I thought he came back from California?

And WHY is his hair terrible?

I think it's funny that it's the closest to Damon's

And it's also funny because Toby is Dean

all the way down to them both working construction, and him building Spencer a rocking chair for whatever reason and Dean building Rory a car.

Jackie, she is a sixteen year old child.

Ezra

are you going to kill her?

"I should've told your mother the truth about us at the police station" and in any other world, it would've been convenient because you'd save everyone a trip to the station since you'd already be there. Alas, in this world, a cop can date a minor openly. So.

Caleb wishes he was a teenage dirtbag.

"I'm in love with your daughter." And this is when you kill him.

Oh, Mike's coming downstairs. Punch him! Punch him!

He did. It was a HORRIBLE, WEAK ASS punch.

But he did it.

This scene should be WAY MORE dramatic than it is. Like when Julie's TA shows up at her house? It's a contained moment but it's dramatic

Everyone is just standing around here. Mike punches him and Aria's just like, oh damn

and Mike's the one who leaves?

I hate that twice in a row I have been made to be on the dad's side and not Piper's because ma'am, what the fuck are you talking about?

"She is a teenager. And you were her teacher." Well REALLY.

If I can say anything about Toby is he doesn't just go away. Like Caleb who is passively an asshole.

It's really funny to me that Emily is going on this rogue mission and Spencer, Hanna and Aria who were supposed to be tailing her all get caught up because people want to talk to them. Toby shows up at the house, Hanna's mom says she can't go because her dad is on the way. And this is supposed to cause tension. As if I didn't see Hanna walk out AS her mom was forbidding her to leave the house to go fuck Caleb in the woods. But that took precedence, I guess. I mean, it's only Emily amirite.

And Spencer, commit to the bit. Tell him he's right and you want to be the new Alison, make him hate you so he can stop, and you can leave the goddamn house, and it also makes it angstier. "You have to stay away from me, it's not safe" etc. etc. is too protective. Liz convinced Max that she slept with Kyle. Angel flat out told Buffy that he doesn't want to be with her anymore. Chuck told Blair it was just a game. COMMIT.

Why is Emily the one walking closer, draw them to you.

And why would you reveal that you found nothing? Literally what's the point of that? The person hasn't even SAID anything. THIS IS WHY YOU'RE THE WEAKEST LINK. Now look, they're trying to kill you with a rake.

All of you are pissing me off.

At least Hanna got to hit someone with a car.

I just feel like Mona would've figured it out by now.

[lettersfromleslie]

Winter of the Mole / The World-Famous Poetry Store / & Another Turn of the Wheel

Down come the leaves, into the drear. The goopy rains are here, the trees half undressed & half still leafed, deep damp reds and ochres with black slick skeleton winterbranches beginning to poke. My New York friends tell me there's been a drought on back East… No such thing out here in Seattle. It's been about as wet as I've seen it. My North Sea DNA is responding well to the slime, but my busker's heart knows the lean months are here. The better-organized performers have started heading for warmer climes. Hawaii, San Diego, Arizona, New Orleans. I'm staying put. I'm getting ready for the Winter of the Mole.

Not sure what animal we'd name the summer after, but it was a nice one. There was much of the usual - playing markets and gigs and parks and airports, a few trips to NY and back for gigs - as well as a lot of the outdoor time - which really was the chief reason for moving out here - paddling about on kayaks, walks in the woods.

New schemes too, however. I think my future memories of the summer will center on the many eves I spent moonlighting as a street poet on Ballard Ave with my new pal Dusty. Dusty is an Alaskan wild man, jazzed-up by a decade of winters in New Orleans and summers in Seattle, fueled by coffee and weed, hustling for his living much as I do but maybe moreso. By way of his strange hypnosis I suddenly found myself typing alongside him one day in late spring, and before I knew it I'd bought my own typewriter and was attempting to play stride piano and learning Hoagie Carmichael tunes. It seems he does this to people. As far as cults go it's a pretty benign setup. And he's surely one America's great remaining street hawkers: "Welcome to the world famous poetry store! Come on over sir, yes you, come get a poem about all the wonderful dirty things that mustache does! That's right, my mustache brother! Come on over, name your price, name your topic, I'll type you a poem! … Awright, have a drink and go think it over … You'll be more truthful with a couple drinks in ya … Tell you friends! … Poems for your loved ones, your sweetheart, your friends in jail! … Jazz lessons! … Oh sir! Sir, your mustache fell off! Right there on the ground! … World famous poetry store, any subject, any price! Ice cream poems, ice cream poems! How's that ice cream? What flavor did you get? … Have a good night! I miss you already! … Ma'am, would you like your tarot read? Would you like your tarot blue? Is that your man? Get that handsome hunk a poem … OH! SIR! SIR! Bet you a dollar I can tell you where you got those shoes at ..! …They're on your feet!!! You owe me a dollar!"

The process of writing the poems is a great bit of free-association. You get your subject, do your best to shut out everything that's going on around you, and rattle away. Sometimes the flow catches, sometimes it's just blather. It being a tip-based thing makes it feel reasonably fair. A new way to remain on the bum … Shoutout to Dusty. Love ya, ya fucking weirdo.

Simmering the background, the state of the nation. Grim & feverish. Always in flashes… Thinking of the moment when I walked into Washington Square Park in June and Peter the poet - a colleague now, I suppose - helloed me with a "Robert! Trump's been shot!" ... Or the Biden-Harris switcheroo ... The ever-nastier tone of things, bleakness & bile. And now the here-we-go-again vertigo of another four years with America's favorite aging bigoted TV huckster. Most around me claim not to have been surprised by the result. I was. It seems like a pretty definite vibe shift at any rate, the end of the old liberalism. Once could be a fluke. Twice, with eyes open…

And what to make of this new style of American government? It seems each faction of Trump's supporters have a different idea of what's going to happen - and all of them are seeing what they want to see. The Wall Streeters and finance bros and crypto entrepreneurs see a boon to business, deregulation, mergers & acquisitions; the poor see lower taxes, higher wages, the same govt services and an end to inflation; the bosses see unions busted and oversight reduced; the heartlanders and the working class see a return of industrial dignity and good-paying jobs; the anarcho-futurists see an era of big ideas unchained, of enlightened space despotism; the alternative health crowd see Big Corn Syrup brought to heel; the farmers see environmental deregulation without climate change; the bigots and white supremacists and religious nuts see their old imaginary 1950s main street scrubbed clean and lawns green and all the weirdos and foreigners safely back wherever they came from; the immigrants see their American dream realized fair & square among people who've worked on it hard, as they have (unlike the riffraff that's coming in); the military men see victory; the isolationists see peace; and I daresay almost everyone who voted for Trump II sees a bit of extra dough coming their way. Good luck with that soup of contradictions... But why be consistent, eh? The whole style is to do it on the wing. You say what you want and the crowd obliges by hearing what they want and everyone enjoys the jagged thrill of contradictions and dissonance. Eventually it all shakes out - if it shakes out well, it was planned, if poorly, there'll undoubtedly be someone to blame. The unknowableness of what's real and what's bluster makes a perfect realm for magical thinking, and the true reality of it all is somewhere way up ahead, off in the fog, like heart disease and credit card bills.

I guess it could be the start of America's strongman era, but there seems to me about an equal chance that they cock it all up again. The actual policy proposals look like a clusterfuck in the making. They wanna bring down prices while cutting taxes, raising prices on imports, and deporting the country's lowest-paid workers?

Still, the election result makes a kind of twisted sense if you look at the choice as a single, momentary thing, as a lever you pull one way or another. Then it becomes Ineffectual Establishment vs Crazy Outlaw. And we know who Americans tend to root for. Look at how it's been going with mr. CEO shooter. Left and right seem to agree on that one more than anything else: the big shots have it coming.

Oh well. In any case, here we go again. All eyes on the egg charts.

As I said, I was surprised by the results. Maybe twas a useful jolt, in the sense that realizing your powerlessness can be empowering. Finding meself politically in the minority, I feel an almost cozy isolation falling. Fuckem then, thinks I, do your worst, good luck, I disengage from the nation, from here out I'll look out for myself & those I love. I've picked up on a similar feeling of resignedness and disengagement around me. I think that's alright. It seems to me the kicking in of healthy defense mechanisms. Back to the neighborhood. The larger order shifts. The post-cold war neoliberal establishment take a bow. One last hurrah - there stand the Bidens, the Cheneys, the Bushes, the Clintons, the woebegone Obamas, the woulda-coulda Kamalas, handing over the keys.

And chances are we'll miss them yet, eh? It's easy to pooh-pooh an idealism that doesn't live up to itself, but at least it's an ethos. What rules will future debates revolve around? Will there even be meaningful debate, or do we fully stop pretending it wasn't always about power? They're nihilists, Donny!

Oh, sod it… What with the stage set for a cold, cold winter, we'll have need of those inner flames, and they need tending in quiet darkness, so here we go, we've hashed it out, now we exit the vortex, tune out the hubbub, reject the hijacking of our imaginations, and dig deep like the mole … that's my plan, anyway … One size does not fit all, of course … if you have the energy you could make like the monkey, flinging the turds of fortune back at them that crapped em … I have thought of it … (Ariel's got me jamming to Amyl and the Sniffers) … embrace the spirit of the gibbon, shrieking by day and soaking by nite in ancient hotsprings, being dusted what soft snows our modern winters still flurry down for us, pondering … considering the poopoo … or you could make like the pelican & flap off faraway, to the places that are still conducive to dreaming, and where one can cram one's gular skin with exotic crabs at favorable exchange rates …

And come crocustime we'll flap & stagger back out with the meltwater, moles & monkeys all, banana slugs & penguins, and we'll haul our sleepy carcasses back up to the wheel, human beasts still after all, and give er a spin. And around and around she goes, that wheel of fortune. "Here it is again, the Great Reversal: the first ending up last, and the last first." Ronald McDonald said that.

[letsbenditlikebennett]

[pm] Okay, but if that changes, please let me know, ok? It's good that Kaden knows, too. If they recognized you because of Mom... Kaden uses his real name. Not a stretch to make that connection. Idiote already looks like Jackson Pollock painting. [...] Yeah, that's true. But he'll I can't let him kill that hunter because of us or him get killed because of There's not really a win here

Boots are in style, Andy. Plus, I like spend all my time in the woods. Of course I wear boots. Know how much ankle biting shit is out there? That sounds like Cass. She really likes movies and tv and stuff. She'll [...] probably come over at some point to show me some of her favorites. [user googles Kermit] Okay, yeah, Kermit is giving lesbian energy. That banjo? Gay as hell. Yeah, it is. It's also just... really easy to talk to her about stuff?

If you go for molten chocolate lava cake, I'll make it four days of dishes. Tonight is extra incentive too because I asked Kaden to make bouef bourguignon. You're the best in the whole world. She's gonna love it. You make the best birthday cakes. I think-- What if I got Zebra snack cakes like you always still do for me, too? Yep, I'll pick it up. I got a pretty sweet setup going on the back of the new scooter now. Which I'm sure Kaden will see when he's up and moving and somehow decide to improve.

I get the feeling these aren't the wrong people. [...] I trust your judgment, ok? If you trust someone with it, I trust them too. It's not exactly like either of us is overly trusting or anything. Of course. I love you.

[pm] I'm not sure, but how do I tell you that? Yeah, I'm positive. Seems like he just wants to get me riled up. Not really sure why. I've let Kaden know, too. [...] Really? Maybe they deserved it. He should stay safe though, if there's some asshole running around trying to hurt shifters.

Okay, boots. Is that the new word? Damn, I'm sorry about that. But it's cool that you've met somebody else. Cass [...] I think she told me that muppets are a gay thing. Is that real? I'm not sure if that was real, but I looked it up and kermit does dress like a lot of lesbians I've met. That's nice though, seems right up your alley. Let me know if you ever bring her by.

I can, sure. It's going to cost you about three days more of dish washing duty though, just saying. But I'll see what I can throw together. I'll send you pictures when I'm done with it [...] are you going to be picking it up?

I know that, but [...] Yeah. I guess. I just don't want to put you in danger by telling the wrong person, especially if they can't sniff you out to begin with. I mean, obviously the people I was with, I know what they are, but [...] I don't know. It's complicated. But I'll keep it in mind. Thanks, Lex.

[yostresswritinggirl]

Seers' Miscellany

Prologue: Origins of the first bloom

A circular fic for the Dainsleif mini-series I'll be working on. This will be the introduction; of the evanescent bough keeper of the new world. "Observers of the North do not usually wind up in personal business, but when they do, in their wake comes great shifting of the plates of the timelines." Logs of the stag and the delicate flower.

Pairings -> Dainsleif x Reader; Reader is NOT Traveler

Word Count -> 1579

Themes -> Pretty sad, but also fluffy

Chapters -> 1

Warnings -> Story progression takes a while, oh dear why am I doing this now, I'm so busy

"500 mora; and three answered questions."

He's not really sure what lead him to indulge the requests of a simple adventurer when he made his rounds around the city of freedom. Was it the simple need for currency? It couldn't be, he was better off with other commissions that Katheryne could offer.

Was it the desperation in your voice and eyes? You looked at him like a prophet, your only salvation, and perhaps in this context that may be true. You were but a lone adventurer and the way your weight leans heavier on one foot shows your struggle to those who have keen eyes like him, no other person wished to indulge your needs and you were getting desperate.

Or was it the three questions? Dainsleif have yet to hear such contractual obligations before, but it felt as tho it was the most important part of the agreement he took the moment you pleaded with that soft voice. Humble yet resolved, not letting him walk away without at least considering it once.

And so he found himself traversing the land of the wolves through a dangerous path, where you skip ahead with a gait of happiness, bubbly and energetic enough to surpass even his long legs. You hummed without consideration at the glee of finally having a companion, and he did not mind it at the slightest despite the attention it may bring upon your little party.

"First question," Dainsleif fleeted his gaze away from the horizon to turn to you whom slowed your pace to match his, head looking over your shoulder with a wide grin. "How are you?" So innocent.

He huffs in amusement, the most emotion you've seen of him. "You don't need to waste a contract question for such a simple question, you know," he stands behind you as you crouch down on a shrubbery filled with Wolfhooks. Your main objective for visiting Wolvendom in the first place.

You assured him that you meant your question in every way possible as your hands carefully pick at the herbs, wary of the thorns and the intrusive prickly leaves. Despite your attention turned away from him he knows you await his answer. Dainsleif hums to himself and stops—

How is he? What does he truly feel in this moment of his time?

A simple question yet risked for one of the three inquiries agreed upon definitely holds a deeper meaning. His train of spiraling thoughts halts upon the sound of otherwordly grunts and chants as he turns away from your still busy form (you seem very focused on your foraging) to find three Hilichurls approaching with ill intent.

Dainsleif squints at the impending threat before shooting a final glance to make sure you weren't looking. His arm glows blue as he raises it, power in the form of blue swirling mist surges around him - how are you? The feeling brings him back to vague memories of his past, of the energy rising through him at his expeditions with an old companion, of the thrill spent upon encountering the unexpected. Such thoughts are not vivid but the familiarity of what he is experiencing right now was enough for him.

Though he was sure that there were no camps before they went through this route.

"You asked me how I am," he spoke when you finally turned from the bush with an armful of Wolfhooks on your arsenal, confusion on your face at the sight of downed Hilichurls and the side profile of the bough keeper.

His cerulean eyes were fixated at his left hand that he repeatedly closes and opens for a few seconds, before he fully turns to you (your eyes did not miss the blue glow from underneath his cape, where his right arm should be) with a wisp of a smile, "I feel alive right now."

You reciprocated the gesture with a wide grin, "I'm glad to hear that!"

A majority of the wolfhooks gathered where given to the little Botanist Chloris, the seller of flowers, who looked relieved and ecstatic upon your arrival. Something Dainsleif took great notice of. Carefully handing over the berries and some which you had to pluck singularly from your companion's flowy cape, the little girl gave you her Valberries in exchange.

It was sweet and familiar, something Dainsleif took note as he accepted your offer of the fruit despite his none need for sustenance.

Your little chewing sounded through as you two settled on the humble camp you managed to setup with your supply for a single individual. There was a little hole in the middle for a campfire Dainsleif had made the effort to prepare knowing the coldness the night will bring soon enough, and your fragile form is not something he wishes to bargain now. Is that really the reason? Perhaps in the back of his mind, he was really just working on forgotten routines.

"Second question," his footstep at the edge of the camp halts as he turns once again, where you sat on the mat as tonight's bedding, hands flicking to remove the stray juices of the berries. He stood still in wait before he goes back to his mini mission of getting fire wood.

"Go on," he urged when you stood a minute longer in silence.

"Do you like traveling, Dain?" Easy enough, he simply said yes and left when you ended the conversation with a nod.

When he came back with the wood and tinder bundle for easy spreading, out of the corner of his eye he watched your hands work on the mortal and pestle as you grinded the remaining wolfhooks on your person. The fire started the moment he was done setting up the kindling and your face filled with admiration at the sudden and immediate spark, praising him for his quick work.

Dainsleif is both talkative and not, and at times he finds himself rambling to the wind. The moments of the night passed without much details until he found himself talking about his past adventures with his old companion, of the world they've seen together and the now estranged relationship between them.

His responses were sometimes cryptic unintentionally, and he apologizes when there are things about it that he couldn't answer simply because he could not remember. When silence struck after he finished his tales and meal, the beautiful spike in his eyes found yours gleaming despite the drowsiness pulling at your whole feature.

"I'm glad you're very fond of traveling. If not, I wouldn't have met you," and he wouldn't have taken the commission. Dainsleif's eyes flashed in recognition, finally understanding the meaning behind your second question. Somehow this little commission deal turned into a silent back and forth quip of him understanding past your simple inquiries.

Like a little game he muses on with his curious mind.

That night you rested with the extra comfort of his eccentric cape, something you needed more than him as he gazes over the clear night sky. His eyes silently traced the galaxy of stars while the sound of your whispered breathing accompanies his sleepless night.

The last question and that last of your very quick expedition came the next day at the cliffside overlooking the lair sealed by winds.

Your fingers were dusted by the violet paste of grinded wolfhooks long consumed the night prior, stained fingers gripping the thin and fragile stem of the yellow dandelion in its grasp. It was his great observation that let him realize the disaster that happened now but even his foresight could not prepare him for what has to come.

"Third question," his head snapped down to watch your ethereal face don a calm smile, the sun's setting light kissing your cheeks in the right angle that matched that of the clean clouds above. Your eyes silently questioned his unfocused gaze but he only shook his head.

Don't worry about it. "I know this last question would end the commission with you," your voice trembled in both fear and fatigue but Dainsleif didn't force you to preserve your strength like he should. "But I wanted to ask, maybe tomorrow again,

do you want to be my traveling companion?"

The hand that clutched the Dandelion found it way to the side of his mask, the petals brushing against his eyelids as he looks down at you with an eye. A ghost of a smile lingers on his lips as he leans on your hand.

"It would be my pleasure."

Life momentarily flashed over your orbs before you let out a sharp exhale and a breathless, joyous laughter. Relief overtook the tension that laid on your shoulders, and your hand would have dropped to the ground immediately if he had not gripped it on the last second.

"That sounds good. I've always wanted to travel the world," he pulls the cape closer around your form as your eyelids droop to a close. And he witness another breathe, "It was supposed to be today, but I feel really tired today, I'll rest early too if that's okay."

He rose from the ground with you in his arms, "I'll be here."

"Mmm thank you... good... night."

"Good night, little dandelion."

And perhaps that distant memory from faraway had urged him to invite and indulge, when he saw the same spark of intrigue and desperation, of the warmth of carefree days in front of him.

"But I will require advance payment,

500 Mora, and three answered questions."

Dainsleif SUPREMACY MWAHAHAHAHAH

@genshin-idiot : here's your Dainsleif content

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[fairestwriting]

Hi there and Happy spring! I'm new to your blog, so I hope I'm doing this right- anyway, can I request some fluff/romantic headcanons for Malleus, Silver, Sebek, Vil, and Epel sharing their first kiss with their fem s/o on a picnic please? Thank you!

happy spring to you as well!! i hope you enjoy your stay in this blog ^_^

as a side note, i just noticed i write so much stuff set outside the pomefiore building...and the diasomnia boys have picnics around ramshackle because near their building its just. thorns.

(by the way, i have a ko-fi now, so if anyone feels like supporting my writing you can do it there!)

Malleus Draconia

You’ve known that Malleus liked outdoor dates since you two started going out like this, so you decide to surprise him with a picnic date.

It wasn’t anything too...fancy. You ask him about his favorite snacks and do your best to prepare them, then lay down an old tablecloth near the Ramshackle building, somewhere you two could see the moon well.

It’s the evening when you’re bringing Malleus to the spot you’ve picked, chirping about your surprise for him, and when you get there and tell him about your picnic plans, he’s a bit confused -- You’re nervous, thinking he might not have liked it, but then you realize he just didn’t know exactly what a picnic was.

It’s up for you to guide him through the motions. You explain to him that it’s just eating outdoors, really, usually on the ground like this. He follows you curiously as you instruct him to sit down, and you go on about the things people commonly did during them like storing the food in a basket, and the tablecloths...

“I thought you might like it, since we go for walks here so much.” You explain, nervously fidgeting with your hands a bit. Malleus hadn’t said much yet, just watched.

He’s inexpressive enough you’re afraid he really didn’t like it, so you ask him about it, but then a small smile appears on Malleus’ lips.

“I must say I’m surprised." He admits, with a tenderness in his eyes that you haven't seen before. "I'm sorry for the silence, Child of Man. I was thinking about how to thank you. But I believe I've figured it out now."

You're about to question what he means -- But then Malleus kisses you softly, your thoughts leave your mind as your eyes flutter shut.

When he pulls away, he's still smirking. Maybe he had been planning that, somehow...

Silver

After a couple of dates with Silver, you had noticed you needed to come up with more... low-energy ideas, at least for a while, because his perpetual sleepiness seemed to have gotten especially bad.

You two brainstorm a bit over lunch, when Lilia butts into your conversation and suggests a picnic -- And it's actually a good idea, especially now that the spring weather left the outdoors feeling more pleasant than usual. You two agree on meeting up next afternoon near Ramshackle for it, where maybe it wouldn't be the prettiest date spot, but you'd definitely have some time for yourselves.

Each one of you bring some snacks that you like, you arrange a tablecloth, and soon you were ready for your quaint picnic date -- Silver sits next to you over the cloth, head leaning against your shoulder, and you eat some cookies he bought while chatting idly about school.

When he falls silent in the middle of you telling a story about what one of your classmates did yesterday, you already know what to expect -- And when you turn to look at him, your suspicions are confirmed.

Silver is asleep, leaning against you cutely. You know it's not because he's bored, by now, and you planned this date so it's okay if he dozes off, so you don't mind.

But he looks so cute like this, eyes fluttered shut and expression so peaceful. You set the cookie down on the container, letting your hand pet at his silky hair for a while as you stare. He really was so pretty -- You leave a gentle kiss on his forehead, letting your fingers sort through his whiteish locks, and he stirs, eyes beginning to open.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty." You tease, smiling. Silver, still a bit half asleep, looks at you with half-lidded eyes. You're just about to assure him there's no issue he's dozed off -- Then suddenly his lips are on yours in a chaste, yet slow kiss.

"Retribution for you kissing me before." He explains, voice and smile drowsy as he does so, and returns to cuddle up to you.

Sebek Zigvolt

The picnic date is a product of your and Sebek’s current situation -- You’re his first girlfriend so he doesn’t know a lot of interesting date spots, it’s been exam season lately and you’re both tired, so something easy and simple seems ideal.

Today at lunch, right after your last exam, you tell him you have a surprise for him after all his activities. Sebek gives you a lecture about how he won’t put off any of his duties to see you, but after some coaxing you get him to cut some time from his studying, since exams were already over... and he comes to see you in the evening, at the exact time you had planned.

While he had been busy, you set up the picnic for both of you, and you show off proudly the food you got, put together over the tablecloth as you tell him to sit down -- Some you bought, some you made yourself. It’s mostly simple snacks, but there’s a sparkle in Sebek’s eyes.

You tell him it’ll be like a celebratory dinner for getting through such a difficult period in your school lives, and he’s actually quite excited for it. You sit down together and begin to eat, you listen to him talk about his day, everything is pretty sweet.

Pulling out some nice glasses you’d found stashed away at the Ramshackle attic, you suggest to Sebek that you have a celebratory toast, Sebek likes the idea, and you pour some juice for yourselves in it.

You two toast to your success in your exams cheerfully, he’s smiling quite brightly, happy to know that you’re proud of his efforts too -- As you sip your juice, you notice his face grows pink, you ask him what’s up. There’s a pause.

“...can I kiss you?” He asks, blurting out the question. You blink in surprise, blushing too, but you nod. Sebek blushes a bit more, he tentatively reaches forward... and his lips are on yours, all sweet and gentle. He smiles at you when he pulls away, happy to have had his first kiss with you -- Then you probably spill the forgotten juice on yourselves.

Vil Schoenheit

Isn’t really outdoorsy, so a picnic date isn’t the first romantic outing to come to his mind -- But when you two are taking a stroll on the woods close to Pomefiore and you mention how nice it’d be to have a picnic there, he gets the idea.

Vil liked surprising you like this, putting together all sorts of different dates to impress you, so he takes a couple days to make sure everything’s arranged nicely. He picks a nice spot on a flowering field, fills the basket with your favorite food, and on a Saturday morning, he comes to your dorm to tell you to wear your best sundress, you two are going on a picnic date.

You set up the picnic and eat together like any other meal you’d share, Vil points out the recipe for his favorite food items and fusses over you when you get breadcrumbs on your cheeks. The weather is nice, the sky is a bright blue, everything is so pleasant and you’re here, smile brighter than the sun itself.

He didn’t really bring you here with any second thoughts in mind but when you two are sharing a place of apple slices and you look around at the flowers with this dreamy look in your eyes, your beauty is so blinding to him, and he can’t help but remember he hadn’t kissed you just yet. Well, that just wouldn’t do.

“You’ve got something of mine on you,” He mutters, scooting closer, and during the second that you’re confused, about to ask what it was, Vil holds your chin delicately, tilting your face up as he steals a kiss from you.

Epel Felmier

Epel had been nervous since you two started going on dates, he really liked you and he wanted to do this right! So, lately he's been looking for good date ideas to impress you, and a picnic comes up.

He makes it a surprise! Tells you on Friday, fidgeting with his hands, that he wanted to meet up with you on the garden near the Pomefiore building tomorrow morning. When you get there, after some walking around the flowering bushes, you find Epel standing next to the little picnic setup, awkward but excited smile on his face.

It's a very classic setup -- The straw basket, the red checkered tablecloth. Epel actually has a sort of sappy, cliché romantic side to him. He announces the surprise, opening the basket to show you the food he's arranged for you two, mostly apple based snacks and some bread from the cafeteria. It's all so simple but so earnest you can't help but smile.

You two hang out like usual, chatting the pretty morning away, though it's visible in Epel's sudden cheerfulness that he's trying to impress you, and he feels as though he's succeeding, proud at himself for making his cute girlfriend happy.

"A-Ah, can I feed the cake to you?" He asks when he sees you've picked it up from the basket, and you decide to humor him. His eyes sparkle. You hand him the tupperware and the fork, and he takes a piece off the slice with it. "Say ah!"

You follow his suggestion, letting him feed you the piece of cake. You're a few forkfuls in now, all chuckles and content smiles as you chew your food, when his previously peppy expression falters a bit, and you see his face growing more red -- Well, he had been mostly just hyped about this, and being a good boyfriend, and all, but... he's taken off guard by how cute you can be.

You ask him what's wrong when he's setting the tupperware down, blushing like crazy, and he acts on impulse -- Even in all his clumsiness, Epel cups your face and surprises you with a kiss that lasts a while.

"What was that about?" You'll question, breathless and flustered, and he just mumbles, embarrassed, that you were acting too cute for him to handle, before quickly and excitedly asking to do it again.

[sunarintoes]

Dear Whovever: [Kenma]

Synopsis: You and Kenma are both best friends and youtube gamers however you want to be more than just best friends so you decide to ‘man up’ one day and write a heart felt confession in a minecraft notebook before then putting it in Kenma’s personal chest.

WC: 3K

TW: slight swearing :)

[Episode one]

[recording in 3… 2… 1… start!] 

“Hey gamers, Kodzuken here with Tulip-but-make-it-yellow! I've done a few Minecraft videos with Tulip before, but thought I'll start a new series that will be posted every Monday.”

“It's called Minedays with Tulip and Kodzu”

“I- no, Tulip. I'm not sure what we’re gonna call it. But you guys will know- obviously since it's the title of this video.”

You whine and pout into the monitor, “Kodzu I think Minedays is a cute name.” 

Instead of replying Kenma rolls his eyes and hits you ingame. “Should we introduce the challenge and get it started?”

“Yeah that's a good idea!” 

“Well, it's about eleven am right now, we have until eleven pm to build a Minecraft house from a random topic,” he pauses and moves to the side to point to a sectioned spinwheel, “on this bad boy,” whacks the spinner, “we have eight different themes, in a sec I’ll spin it and whatever it lands on will be what we have to build.”

You let out a high pitched ‘hmm,’ “I feel bad for Kuroo and Hinata, they’re both going to have to edit twelve hours of footage down to 10 minutes!”

Kenma chuckles, “fifteen minutes actually.”

This time you roll your eyes. “Hurry up and spin it you fool! I want to get buildinggg” 

Smiling, Kenma moves back a bit and spins the wheel, after thirty seconds full of anticipation the wheel finally stops and its small arrow is pointing at- “Yes! Cottage core theme!” you yell out while Kenma groans. 

“Really? That's lame why couldn't we have ‘Lucifer’s Bedroom’?” 

You poke your tongue out to the monitor - which Kenma could see, after all, you are in a Discord call with him. “Don't be sad just because you're prancing in my turf…. Looooooser!”

Kenma playfully glares towards you, “You’re on! See you in twelve hours!”

Unfortunately, the difficulty of building a cottage core house in the woods - in survival mode, proved more difficult than planned. 

“We spawned in a desolate area huh? Barely any flowers!” you hear Kenma make a sound of agreement as you sink into your comfortable ‘gamer’ styled chair. 

“Don't tell me you've given up? Just because you can't find any flowers?” 

You scowl at his cocky tone however your mood does a one-eighty when you suddenly get a good idea. “Ok everyone! I know what I have to do! I'm going to restart in another place because this isn’t working!”

Kenma makes a sound of surprise, “you're restarting? It's been an hour already-”

“Yeah and we have, like... eleven more.” Kenma sighs in response, “better get a move on.”

For the most part, the two of you kept quiet - not wanting to let the other know how well you were doing. However one look at your phone only to see that your twitter has blown up, you decide to take a short break, after all it has been four hours of you sitting on your ass playing Minecraft. Once you open Twitter you're met with a barrage of tags and mentions - all of which screaming ‘KenYn’ and ‘Kodzutulip.’ You felt heat rise to your face, you - yes you, Ln Yn with the online alias Tulip-but-make-it-yellow, has a big, fat, humongous crush on your best friend and fellow youtuber - Kenma, aka Kodzuken aka the cutest guy in the world. To make it worse - or better, you couldn't really tell, was that many of your viewers shipped you with him - as did his viewers. 

You are of course, happy with this but you can’t help but wonder if Kenma feels the same way, does he feel weirded out by all this shipping content? Does he find it uncomfortable? Does he find it unsettling to be shipped with his in-real-life best friend?

“Hey Yn?” Kenma calls softly, “you've been looking at your phone for the past ten minutes and your face looks sad.”

You instantly look up to meet Kenma’s face and try to find the right words to say, “I… I’m just kinda tired and eventually got distracted!! Sorry Kenken!”

Kenma visibly cringes at the old nickname - the one you gave him in primary school, “if you say so… better get your head in the game though - my mansion looks epic.”

Your eyes narrow, “mansion? The theme is cottage core!” Kenma quietly chuckles in response, “a mansion can still have a fairy aesthetic, you should know that”

You huff in faux annoyance as you place your phone away and ‘get your head in the game’ just as he requested. “Be prepared to be crushed! I am the cottage core guardian!”

There are ten minutes left to your’s and Kenma’s excruciatingly long Minecraft challenge, your ass hurts from sitting on it for almost twelve straight hours - including bathroom breaks. When the buzzer rings the two of you step back from your respective buildings and make your way to the starting point - which had been marked by a stack of 20 or so dirt blocks. 

“Well that was twelve hours of eye straining torture,” you say as you stretch your arms. 

“You're tired already?”

“Kinda… I can't wait to go to sleep after this.”

“Weak, I’m playing Battlefield as soon as this is over.”

You roll your eyes and scoff, “this is why you look like a living corpse in the morning…”

Kenma looks you dead in the eyes and with a completely serious face he says, “yeah but you love it.”

You choke on your spit at his boldness, “y-yeah I guess.” 

If you were being honest, you were not the best at reading people and it was dark in Kenma’s gaming room, the only light coming from his three screen/monitor computer setup, but you think you see a light blush creep up to his cheeks. And you hate it, you hate when he says things that make your heart flutter, you hate it when he just sits there and the digital glow accentuates all of his delicate features, but what you hate most is yourself. You hate yourself because you have fallen in love with your best friend, you hate yourself because you know he doesn't like you back and you hate that you continuously give yourself a sense of false hope. 

“Yn… you want to stay up and game with me don’t you? ”

You sheepishly look to the side, ‘mayhaps.’

Kenma sighs looking at you with a soft face as he whispers “then I won’t play Battlefield and I’ll go to bed and so will you, ‘kay?”

You smile tiredly at him, “sounds like a deal.”

“We'll get back on at the same time tomorrow and we’ll do the final part of this video - the reveal. Until then.”

You smile and wave at the camera “cya soon~”

[recording over]

After your call with Kenma ended you got ready for bed but for some reason, no matter how tired you were, you just couldn't fall asleep - your mind was screaming obscene ideas that you couldn't help but contemplate. At first it was just wishful thinking but then came a thought that refused to leave, ‘confess.’ 

It was a tempting thought, but how? Surely you couldn't just say ‘hey Kenma I've liked you since high school lets date!’ yeah no, that was a horrible idea. Maybe if you confessed with some originality he would be more likely to accept but for now, you were going to do your best to go to sleep.

[Episode two]

[recording in 3… 2… 1… start!] 

In the morning you woke up feeling refreshed and excited for the day to come, Kenma had texted you and asked if you were feeling up to recording the reveal from last night and episode two today and of course you said yes. 

The video goes on without any troubles and soon you find yourself staring at the computer screen at eleven once again. 

“Remember to like, subscribe and comment below on who you think won this round.” Kenma’s voice is soothing - if you had to describe it you would say that it is silky like honey and smooth like dark chocolate; or maybe you would just say his voice is perfect. Kenma waves to the screen monitor, “hello? Earth to Yn! Are you dead or something? You look like a zombie.”

It takes a while to register, you weren’t really paying attention to the words he said as you were more interested in the way he sounded. You sit up and smile into the camera, “I'm awake… thanks for caring!”

He scoffs and swivels in his chair a bit, “I don't care about you, you're just my idiot best friend and flatmate.”

You playfully narrow your eyes, “well this idiot flatmate of yours helped you bake apple pie so you wouldn’t starve to death!”

“Hmmm, I guess. Well I'm going to head off. I'll see you later.”

You smile softly, “yeah I'll see you later, i'm just gonna stay on for a while.”

Kenma looks at you with an intrigued expression, “you're going to stay up longer? Better not be in this world, that's cheating. Want me to stay up with you?”

You roll your eyes and giggle, “it's all good I want to fix my house up in the other world. I'll see you tomorrow.”

He sighs, “if you say so.”

[recording over]

Your chair rolls back as you stretch, “maybe I should confess to him through a Minecraft journal…” you jump up. “Thats it! Thats a great way to confess! Its original and Kenma would appreciate it…. If he accepts my feelings that is…” 

You groan and slump back down into the chair, “maybe it’s best if I don't confess at all. No! I've wanted to do this for years! If he doesn't like me back it's all good! Maybe I just won't do this on a stream!”

You reach over to the bench and pull up your phone, “who to call, mmm ok let’s call Alisa I’m going to need some emotional support!”

“Hey gamers, Kodzu here in another Minecraft live stream, today we’re just in mine and Yn’s regular world and i'm going to build a house - a cottage to be specific,” he pauses and looks at the comment section; ‘no Yn isn't here right now, no Yn won't be joining this video, no I didnt know shes streaming at the moment, yes my favourite food is apple pie, yes I have a calico cat, no Yn is not my significant other, yes we are just friends.’ Kenma moves back and takes a breath, “wow you guys sure are interested in Yn huh? Maybe I should get them in more videos, might get more views that way,” he laughs a bit.

“Let's start off by heading to my base, I have the materials I’ll need there- oh uh what's this?” Kenma pauses as he stares at the foreign object, “I don't remember having a written book in my chest… maybe Yn went in here and put it in?”

Kenma stares at the book for a while before he opens it, only to be shocked. The comment section notices the blush on his face and continue to spam him with questions:

[kodzusbabe]: what's in that diary!!

[Kenmastan]: hahAAAHHA LOOK HE’S SO RED IN THE FACE

[piefacecutie]: ^^ omg you're so right @/Kenmastan hes so cute 💓

[Kenmaxyn]: I hope it's a confession!

[ynhater]: @/Kenmaxyn from who? Cause I didn't do it and I'd be the only one for Kenma oppAr

[kennismaken]: I hope it’s Yn! They’d be such a cute couple

[applepudding]: umm? Kodzu! Why did he get up and leave??

[ynhater]: babe come back!

[Kenmaxyn]: OMG MAYBE IT WAS YN !!!!

After your late night call with Alisa, you decided it would be best to just do it and then ignore Kenma for the day - well, not ignore him per se, just simply decline all his Discord calls and Facetime calls so you could put off being rejected a little while longer. You woke up with a throbbing headache that you could only blame yourself for, after all you are the dumbass who stayed up until God knows when just to write a heartfelt confession. Eventually the angst of waiting for a message from Kenma overwhelmed you and here you are now; streaming Overwatch to get your mind off of a certain someone.

“Ah no! Cant believe that stupid Hanzo got me! What a pain!” you frown at the screen and let out a sigh, “the round is over… bummer. Well while we wait an eternity for the next round I guess I should answer some of your questions… oh? I didn't know Kenma was streaming, no I’m not dating him… “ you feel your heart sink as you read the next comment; “what do you mean Kenma ran away after reading a book? Was he unhappy?”

The next moments felt like a blur, your heart was heavy and you felt tears well up in your eyes and somehow you missed the sound of someone breaking into your apartment and then your bedroom. Within a second you feel someone wrap their arms around you from behind, your body tenses up but immediately relaxes when you recognise the perpetrators scent; sweet yet salty, like caramel toffee.

“Kenma! W-what are you doing?”

“I like you too… I have for so long.”

Your eyes widen and it doesn't take too long for a smile to appear on your face, “I'm so glad to hear that.”

You feel him smile into your neck as his embrace tightens, “finish up your livestream so we can talk please.” 

“You don't need to tell me twice!”

It is eleven at night once again, but this time you’re not sitting alone in your gaming chair, instead you're sitting on Kenma’s lap - in his gaming chair as he slowly runs his hands through your hair and softly kisses your neck.

“So everyone’s pretty much freaking out over us huh?” you hum in response, “we’ve been officially together for what? Five hours?”

“Correct you are.”

You smile and hold up your phone while you continue to cuddle into him, “smile baby, I want the whole world to know that you're my player two.”

[Bonus - the love letter]

Dear Kenma,

This must be so strange - finding a journal in your chest. 

I have wanted to tell you this for quite a while and I guess I have never found the write words to say; or the right way to for that matter,

But I love you

I have loved you since our first year at Nekoma

It's been a while hasn’t it?

I'm sorry if this inconveniences you, makes you uncomfortable or makes you never want to see me again; 

Just let me continue for a little while longer because I need to get this off of my mind.

I love your smile - especially the rare one where you really smile, where your eyes crinkle and your cheeks begin to hurt 

I love your voice - it’s smooth and silky, like honey being spread across bread

I love your scent - it reminds me of salted caramel,  I can never get enough 

I love your mind - the way it works to make me laugh, make me calm and all else

I love your lips - not necessarily in a sexual way, but more so in the way you talk and speak, they move softly and slowly in a way only your lips could move in.

I love your body - how although you're hunched most of the time you still possess a fine elegance in the way you move. How at times it reminds me of a graceful swan floating down a lake. 

I love your hands - they are so pretty and dainty and soft, I want to hold them all day and all night

And most of all;

I love you

I love you in your entire

I could go ahead and pick the parts I love most and least but then you would no longer be you

I love you in your entire

Flaws and all

I know this may not be the most romantic, especially considering you’re reading this through Minecraft and I've never done this before but I had to let you know

Love 

Yn

Taglist: [open] @ladyrenart

note: sooo this is another style that i tried and i have mixed feelings about it :) also if you can’t tell,,, i’ve never written a love letter before :’)

[ziracona]

Julie thoughts untainted by the new lore please? I'm not even a Julie fan but I can't with it

Memory #1482

Julie Strand wakes up and looks at the textured paint on her ceiling. It’s funny how she can do this. Waking up completely alert. No grogginess, no haze, no lingering in the dream. She often feels clearest right when she wakes up, though. It’s just part of who she is.

She sits up on her bed, and looks at the dresser in her little loft room. The jewelry boxes, and mirror, and makeup set up in lines. The picture of her and Susie from last year framed there. Every year they take a new one. Slide it in front of all the rest. A whole stack of little yearlong histories. Julie looks around at the wood floor and the door with the dropdown stairs that lead to the rest of the house. A princess in a tower. That’s how her dad described the setup to her as a little girl. Now when he calls her a princess, he says it in a very different voice. It’s not a compliment anymore.

There are other things in the room, and she takes them in. A radio, stacks of her little notebooks with songs. A guitar she never actually learned to play. A keyboard that Susie did, housed here to keep from annoying her folks. Empty dreams. She used to be so sure where she was going. What she was going to do. Who she was. Gonna be a star.

And Julie still dreams about that. Getting out. Being a singer, being everything, being big, and real. But she’s starting to suspect that’s not the way the world really works.

Julie looks down at herself. At the underwear and tanktop, considering her legs and thinking about how she’d thought when she started to get taller that being pretty would help those dreams. But she’s starting to be afraid that’s not going to be enough either. That maybe nothing ever was going to be enough, for the way the world really works.

A snowball hits her window.

Julie sits up in her bed and walks over to her windowseat and leans out to see, already knowing who it is. And there she is. With some dark blue streaks in her hair and a huge fluffy coat, grinning up and waving. Susie. Julie grins. She blows on the cold window so it fogs and writes, “What?” backwards so Susie can read it, and Susie motions. “Come here.” Julie rolls her eyes and nods. What the hell. She didn’t have plans. She rarely does.

Julie heads out the front door wearing a long purple coat and some dark jeans, hiking boots and gloves. Susie is waiting, gives her a ski cap because Julie always forgets to bring one.

“Where are we going?” asks Julie.

“It’s a surprise!” says Susie, “But it’s gonna be a long walk.”

“Okay,” says Julie, amused. She follows. Susie does this sometimes, when she can tell Julie is down, or distracted, sometimes even before Julie has been able to tell. Will pull some little stunt. Shoplift her a gift, mix her a new tape, find a little adventure. Maybe it’ll be fun.

They walk for hours. Down roads Julie is familiar with and ones she isn’t. Susie’s brought a map, but she won’t let Julie look at it. She’s very sure where they’re going, but Julie has no idea. It’s fun though. It’s meaningless, but it’s bright out, and they walk along people’s rock walls, balancing with their arms out, and weave among snow drifts by the road, watch birds and clouds and people pass. Susie asks her if she’s ever thought about writing about different places, and Julie runs that idea through. They talk about what a song about Ormond might even be. Susie says it’d be angry, and lists off things they both hate. Julie argues it would be claustrophobic and trapped instead, not enough passion for anger. Talks about the days and how long they get, about how guy after guy gives her the same line and same first kiss in the back of a car, the same empty dinner conversations with her parents each night that turn into silence and tension over the table. She thinks maybe she says a little too much, because Susie looks worried, and changes topics, and it gets light again. Julie suggests that a song about Ormond would have to be not about Ormond, but about what it could be like to really be worth singing at all, and they talk for an hour about what they’d do if the whole town was theirs. If everything was. They laugh at the idea of a gym left open to the cold and filled with ice sculptures, and Julie suggests the only people allowed to stay with them should be dogs. Susie makes a convincing case for the town’s cats and one pet rat, and Julie concedes.

It’s been about three hours, Julie thinks, when Susie checks her map excitedly and grabs Julie’s hand. “Come on!” she shouts with new excitement, and Julie does. Running like they’re fleeing a search party, breaths coming in sharp and cold, every ounce of strength in her footfalls. “Wait, wait, wait!” Susie shoots out a hand and stops her, and Julie pinwheels her arms, then comes to a stop, breathing hard.

“What?” she asks. There’s nothing. Just more road, but Susie’s beaming.

“Let me pick you up!”

“Why?” says Julie, amused and confused.

“It’s a secret! Please?” begs Susie.

“Okay,” says Julie with a laugh, and she holds her arms out to her sides.

Susie isn’t very strong, but she grabs her around the legs, and lifts her like a rolled rug, wheezing a little. She teeters forward, one step at a time, breathing hard while Julie laughs at the dangerously deep sways that could end with them both in the road. Susie is looking at the side of the road. They pass a marker, and Susie grins, and takes one more step, then lets her go.

“Hah!” says Susie, beaming, “I told you I’d do it!”

“What?” says Julie, cocking her head.

“I got you out of Ormond,” says Susie proudly.

Julie stares, and things click, and she looks over at the mile marker.

“This is officially Drinnan!” says Susie in excitement, proud, “And I got you out, like I told you I would when we were eight. You said I never would for real, but I just did!” She’s so proud. She places her hands on her hips and dares Julie to challenge her.

Julie’s throat feels tight in a way it almost never does. Choked up, maybe, she thinks, even though Julie rarely cries. “You did,” says Julie, smiling at her, “You’re good on your word.”

“Don’t think this means I’m trying to weasel out,” says Susie, “I’m gonna get you out again, and I promise right now, but no matter what else happens, we’ve been out before, and we can do it again.” She turns and gestures to the big open road ahead of them and the blue sky and green pines lining the road like a procession. “Make it out there anywhere. It’s easy, see?”

“Thank you,” says Julie, pulling her into a hug, “You’re really wonderful, you know that?” She can smell the chemicals in Susie’s hair. She must have dyed it last night. You’ve been feeling shitty too.

“I only did it because you’re the most amazing person there is,” says Susie, hugging back.

“I’ll remember this,” promises Julie, eyes shut, “We made it out. So we’ll get out again after school and go somewhere, I’m sure.”

“Or we could just keep going,” says Susie quietly.

Julie opens her eyes and looks at her. Susie looks so desperately hopeful, and a little sad.

“We could keep walking, and end up somewhere different tonight, and never go back,” says Susie.

Julie watches her for a second and then smiles softly. “We could.”

Susie knows that’s a no, and her expression falls a little, and she looks at the road by her feet. It hurts a little. Julie looks at the road ahead and thinks about what it would be like to keep walking. But she’s afraid now, that that’s not how the world works.

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✨☀️ my heart & soul are so full.

This was truly the best experience of my life. Envision is something else. I danced and sweat out every negative energy that I had stored away before I came here. I feel like a new person..

🌊 I loved the whole vibe of the Uvita area. Everyone was so nice. I've missed the salty air in my hair and on my lips. Being surrounded by the jungle and the ocean is a euphoric feeling. 🐟 I ate a lot of good fish outside the festival and I am definitely missing it. I loved the fresh fruits and coconuts everywhere 🥥🌴🍍🍌🍓

🏕️ our air b&b was just a couple minutes away from the festival and our host Jose was the nicest human ever. He was constantly making sure everything was perfect for us and coming back to get sleep in the ac was prime. I'm very glad we did that. Cabinas yuriel 💛💚❤️☁️

🐳 we went on a whale watching tour and we're blessed to see a male and a mama and her baby playing around! Humpback whales are my flavorite animal and I haven't seen them since I was in Hawaii so it was an epic treat.

🌄Then Dan and I watched our last Costa Rican sunset for the trip and took a nice stroll home. On the way we saw a sloth in the tree, a crazy poisonous snake and a gnarly looking centipede. 🐍🌙

I have fallen in love with envision and everything it stands for and for the beautiful country of Costa Rica. I will be back there's no doubt about that. I want to explore everything. Thankful for this trip and all the lessons learned and friends I met along the way. Until next time 🥥✨ Pura Vida ✨🥥

✨ Top Envision Moments & Music ✨

🔥 the sunset and fire spinners on the beach with the drum circle. I had hoped to spin some fire down there but I'll be a little more prepared next time.. you walk up the path onto the beach and you are met with various vendors with cool bones and jewelery, cheap beer and food as you emerge into a sea of people on the sand. The sky was on fire and the vibes were hiiiigh. The drum circle was tribal and euphoric. Looking around me being surrounded by jungle and ocean and beautiful people was straight bliss.

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🍄 seeing Paul staments talk about mushrooms. I only caught one but it was so cool to hear him share his stories and experiences with us.

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🍽️💦the dishcoteque

The waste at this festival was pretty much non existent. It always makes me sad how people can leave a place so destroyed and covered in trash. I had to pick up no trash from the ground and all the volunteers who were picking up trash barely had anything in their buckets. When you got food at any vendor here you received an actual dish, bowl, silverware or cup. When you were done you'd bring it to the "dishcoteque" and recieve a voucher for your next one. No plastic at all barely any paper products besides some paper straws .. the bathrooms also did not have toilet paper in them.. you had to get it from the outside and bring it with you so they were not overflowing with paper and and overuse of products.

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✨🎨✨ the art & the stages

There was so much phenomenal art. I was blown away by the murals everywhere and the art gallery was bursting with talent and creative energy.

The bars and booths were all made from the materials surrounding them. Everything was made from the earth. The Sol stage was surrounded by a beautiful design with a big screen in the back that had really awesome visuals on it

The lapa stage was filled with house n deep techno vibes all day and night. It felt like something out of an epic movie in there with all the mist and the lights. The entrance to the beach was right there too. It was a great place to go to just dance and chill out.  And finally... The Luna stage. W o w. The most incredible stage I've EVER seen in my life and I've seen quite a few cool stage setups. It was a huge tower of Earth and wood and vines and beauty. There was a portal where people danced behind. The lighting was a1 from the lasers to the mapping on the funktions. It was truly other worldly there.  I will be riding the high of that stage for a long time. There was water refill stations in all the right spots which made staying hydrated in the jungle heat so easy.

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🌮🍓🍦🥑🥙 the food

It's usually hard for me to eat at festivals lately because I don't eat meat anymore. Chicken fingers was always a go to for me but I've sadly become very picky. Everyone was pretty accommodating to my needs ( I wish I thought about asking for no cilantro before the last day 😞 I hate that shit )and everything was so nourishing and healthy. I have not been eating well lately and I feel so nice and full after all the smoothies and juicy goodness I ingested over the weekend.

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🕷️ the huge tarantula like spider that happened to wander through the crowd of people dancing with the bass vibrating the floor and onto our blanket. It was SO BIG how did you even make it through the crowd?! Stealthy dude. That was wild.

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☕🍵The tea party!

I went to the bathroom and I came across a tiny but huge tea party. Everyone had tea cups along a very small rectangle table/stool and they were singing jungle tea time jungle tea time and cheersing to life it was so cute

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🎭🤸‍♀️🔥💃 the performers...

Wow. I haven't seen performances like that ever. Every collective blew my mind they all had a vibe of their own and absolutely slayed it on stage. Serious inspiration

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🎶🔊 the music

Every set was so good. Nothing was like oh that was cool .. everything i was was so we'll put together and everyone definitely out out jungle vibes.

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I'll just put this first in case you don't want to read all the way cause this was my flavorite part 💓

👽 Tipper 👽

This was my 30th show.. in the jungle...and the Luna stage couldn't have been any better. He played so many fat unreleased tracks and vips I have never heard before. Serious deep jungle vibes. I can honestly say that was my flave set I've seen by him so far. There were no visuals but I was so okay with that. the lights were so on point and the performers were so freaking good and well paired with what he was putting out. I am sooooo freaking thankful for that experience and to have had it with all my tipper family. This community has Brought me all over the country and now out of the US. I am constantly overstimulated and it's just getting more intense as I get older so traveling can be difficult for me. The high energy if the airport is a lot for me. Music festivals are even a lot for me but I eventually get comfortable..I just love the epic moments of euphoria through music and these experiences that I'll push myself through the rest of it. The way tippers music makes me feel is so worth trooping through a sea of energies to get to that moment. It's truly beautiful for me and I know others feel the same. Blessed to be alive for the making of tipper music

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Thursday

✨ the first real full set of music we saw was jpod.. someone ive never listened to and I'm so glad I know about him now. It was so fun I found all my friends and it was the perfect way to kick off the weekend.

✨Naughty princess was someone I didn't know as well and she threwwwww down a dirty heavy dubstep set. It was proper as fuck and she looked like a boss in the dj booth.

✨Honerable mention to Govinda and an-ten-ae

✨🔮Clozees first set on Friday night was so surreal. Seeing her live is a true experience. It got so heavy and blissful it was by far my flavorite set I've seen from her. She's so humble and cute and beyond excited to be doing this for us. When she plays she emmits such a powerful feminine vibe. The high that gave me was super intense.

✨ Honerable mention to

Stylust beats with the filthy dubstep set

Nico luminous

And attya to close was super smooth

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Saturday

✨ The funk hunters played two sets. The but their Saturday night set on the Luna stage was so fire. They're so fun and energetic

✨ Random rab was so beautiful. Probably the most beautiful performance I've seen by him yet. His voice is absolutely amazing.

✨LAZY SYRUP ORCHESTRA...... If you don't know them please go listen to their sets on SoundCloud. The sun had risen and the people were vibin.. 6am set - ???? It was so freaking good ahhhh words can't even decribes

They're all so talented I want to return to that moment forever.

Going to the beach and jumping in the ocean after that was so freaking cooooooool.

✨Honerable mention to symbolico for throwing down two dope sets & moontricks on the Sol stage

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Sunday

✨ Drrtywulvs ... Wowza. That was so fun and uplifting.. all the booty shaking..I love his music and all the noises. It always makes my body move in the weirdest of ways.

✨SUPERTASK..he's one of my flavorite artists ever and he threw downnnnnnnnn such a dope set in the jungle.

✨ SOOHAN was everything I wanted. His music makes me dance in all the best ways

✨🌄 Clozees played a sunrise set @ 545 and it was beautiful. She was very downtempo and played a lot of slower vibe songs.. it was perfect and blissful.

✨ and finally emancipator. They are forever one of my flavorites. They played at 7 am and closed out the Luna stage with the most magical morning vibes. I feel like they played a lot of new music and it was a perfect way to bring down the high energy from the night

✨Honerable mention to dirtwire on the Sol stage who pulled me out of my funk bc of the rain I love their music so much and Seeing them live is a huge treat.

If you've made it this far thanks for reading! Envision is my new flavorite place and I am already counting down the days until I can go back. ✨🥥