#ITS YOUR TIME TO SHINE... LETS GOOOOO

[bigfatbreak]

collecting these like pokemon cards bc i purposefully hid nino's location. where's the boy been? what's he been up to... what's his play and how cool will it be... he was there from the start after all

[thecryofthegulls]

On Elwing's Bird Forms

In the educated opinion of me, a slightly wine-drunk semi-professional seabird specialist with a Tolkien hyperfixation, procrastinating from a work presentation I should be preparing let's gooooo.

Too many people think of Elwing in the form of a random bird thing, when there are so many interesting species!

First, the source text (emphasis by me):

"... they told that Elros and Elrond were taken captive, but Elwing with the Silmaril upon her breast had cast herself into the sea. Thus Maedhros and Maglor gained not the jewel; but it was not lost. For Ulmo bore up Elwing out of the waves, and he gave her the likeness of a great white bird, and upon her breast there shone as a star the Silmaril, as she flew over the water to seek Ëarendil her beloved. On a time of night Ëarendil at the helm of his ship saw her come towards him, as a white cloud exceeding swift beneath the moon, as a star over the sea moving in strange course, a pale flame on wings of storm. And it is sung that she fell from the air upon the timbers of Vingilot, in a swoon, nigh unto death for the urgency of her speed, and Ëarendil took her to his bosom; but in the morning with marvelling eyes he beheld his wife in her own form beside him with her hair upon his face, and she slept."

"On those journeys Elwing did not go, for she might not endure the cold and the pathless voids, and she loved rather the earth and the sweet winds that blow on sea and hill. Therefore there was built for her a white tower northward upon the borders of the Sundering Seas; and thither at times all the sea-birds of the earth repaired. And it is said that Elwing learned the tongues of birds, who herself had once worn their shape; and they taught her the craft of flight, and her wings were of white and silver-grey. And at times, when Ëarendil returning drew near again to Arda, she would fly to meet him, even as she had flown long ago, when she was rescued from the sea. Then the far-sighted among the Elves that dwelt in the Lonely Isle would see her like a white bird, shining, rose-stained in the sunset, as she soared in joy to greet the coming of Vingilot to haven."

The Silmarillion CHAPTER 24 OF THE VOYAGE OF EARENDIL AND THE WAR OF WRATH

Mute Swan (Cygnus olor)

Right out of the gate, a swan is a popular choice for Elwing. Makes sense, they are beautiful, regal birds with a graceful baring on the water. There is a strong association between mute swans and England, they are indeed an old world bird and as part of Tolkien's worldview as oak trees. They are also vicious and brave defenders of their young. A tough bird, symbol of the Teleri Elwing's elven clan. However, not the best for Elwing. They are not sea birds, and while powerful fliers, do not fly particularly high or far. Mute swans are heavy, needing a lengthy run on the water to take off with a clacking of their wings. Not the ideal shape to fly across the ocean undetected to find your mariner husband, or meet said husband in the morning sky when he comes back from being a star.

Dalmatian Pelican (Pelecanus crispus)

No, not a Great White Pelican, but a Dalmatian Pelican. More silvery than its pale African cousin, the Dalmatian Pelican has the advantage of being present in more Mediterranean climes, which might be representative of what Sirion was like (thank you @outofangband). Pretty much the largest freshwater bird, this choice for Elwing suffers the same problem as the mute swan. Not a sea bird, doesn't really do long-distance flights. Though I could imagine this large silvery-grey bird being mistaken for a cloud in the night, and you KNOW that the Silmaril is tucked nice and safe in that big pouch!

Wandering Albatross (Diomedea exulans)

Now that's a sea bird! Another popular choice for Elwing, this graceful soaring beauty is essentially the biggest flying bird in the world by wingspan, with a sweeping 11 feet/3.5 meters. The older they are, the whiter they become, with only bit of dark plumage on the wing tips and tail. The wandering albatross is the textbook example of a great white bird. Albatross adore storms, and can use strong (storm) wings to carry them over vast distances very quickly. They nest on steep hills, because they need the sweet winds to give them lift to take off. All in all, like the others above, large enough to carry a Silmaril without affecting flight capabilities. Though I really can't imagine Ëarendil cradling an albatross to his bosom, long wings flopping down on both sides of him. (Elros and Elrond are definitely albatross chicks muppets, as per @swanmaids' point).

Black-legged Kittiwake (Rissa tridactyla)

A gull! Yes, of course, but which gull? There are 54 gull species, and so many of them are herring gulls. But for Elwing? Ulmo would transform her into a Black-legged Kittiwake. A graceful, almost dove-like gull, Kittiwakes are bright white with wings topped in silver-grey. They fly like they are playing in the wind, and spend most of their lives at sea. Gorgeous sea bird. Ëarendil would hug. Am I biased because I love them? Maybe.

Ross's Gull (Rhodostethia rosea)

You want a more white and daintier gull? I was going to write about the Ivory Gull (Pagophila eburnea) but if we are going with a rare Arctic species, there are many good things about the Ross's Gull. I mean look at it! White and silver-grey with a rosy blush like it is continuously bathed in sunset, a black collar like Elwing is still wearing the memory of the Nauglamír. I also prefer to go with Ross's gull because every time I have seen an ivory gull in the wild it was slightly blood-stained (they feed off polar bear kills) which has very unfortunate implications in Elwing's case really...

But really, if you want a pure-white dove that actually goes sea for your Elwing imagery, go with ivory gull instead!

Roseate Tern (Sterna dougallii)

Terns are gorgeous sea birds with impressive flight capacity, and pack an absolutely ridiculous amount of fight and spite in 100 g. I have a scar on the top of my head from a tern chasing me off a beach where it was nesting. That beak sure pinches. Roseate Tern are particularly pretty, and if you subscribed to raven-haired Elwing, that cap is an excellent match. The adults also gain a pink sunset stain on their underparts, so you get that poetic match again. Terns would absolutely yell at Manwë, and probably have.

Northern Gannet (Morus bassanus)

Now if you think Elwing was pale-haired and blue-eyed, a Northern Gannet would be more for you. Northern Gannets are sea birds of great size, swift and fearless. They quite literally launch themselves into the sea. They are powerful enough fliers to evoke thoughts of storm-wings and clouds under moon. Gannets also follow boats, which works nicely with the imagery of bird-Elwing meeting Vingilot.

White-tailed Tropicbird (Phaethon lepturus)

Look at this beautiful thing, is she not fitting of a daughter of Dior, of Lúthien's line? I hope I see one for real one day. These long-tailed sea birds are excellent, graceful in flight, easy to see at a distance due to their tail. More active in the morning and in the evening, more to catch the morning and evening star. White-tailed Tropicbirds also come in a spectacular 'golden' variety. Absolutely fitting for someone named Star-Spray.

Snow Petrel (Pagodroma nivea)

When I first read the Silmarillion years ago, and I read "... as a white cloud exceeding swift beneath the moon, as a star over the sea moving in strange course, a pale flame on wings of storm" I immediately imagined a glowing white creature that I eventually witness in real life: the gloriously beautiful snow petrel. And while Elwing might not endure the cold and pathless void like a snow petrel would around Antarctica, I think she would revel in the shining feathers, the swift, fleet wings, and, as a feature of being a petrel, the tube nose that would allow her to smell and find Ëarendil anywhere at sea or in the sky. They soar with such joy. Perfect hold-to-your-bosom sized. Snow petrels are one of my favourite sea birds, and you should know more about them!

Like how they have the most hilarious defence mechanism:

...

Rock Ptarmigan (Lagopus muta)

No absolutely not.

[skzoologist]

Heya!

For the 100 follower event, I was thinking:

Haunted House with ot9 🧋

"Did...you also see that shadow move...?"

-🐹

word count: ~1.6k

warnings: none

genre: crack, just a tad bit of fluff too

a/n: Dear, did you somehow look into my head? I was just thinking about how Bae would fair in a Haunted House a week or two ago, your timing is scarily good 🫢 Anyway, hope you enjoy this silly thing! Also my hand fucking slipped again, the word count only keeps getting longer with each request, what is actually wrong with me 💀

Please let me know if I left a warning or anything out, I will add it in! Reblogs, likes and feedback are greatly appreciated!

!I don't condone anyone stealing my work and posting it anywhere without my permission, or feeding it to AI!

!This is just fiction, my interpretation of Stray Kids. By no means is this how they are and how they behave in real life!

“Why are we here again?” - Chan asked, the usual strength in his voice now gone, replaced by unease. “Because you’re a weak, old man, and you said yes to Jisung hyung when he asked if we could come here.” - Seungmin replied with that typical, teasing tone of his, absolutely enjoying the situation to its fullest. “But a Haunted House? Really?? I’m gonna die in there and come back as a vengeful spirit, just to haunt all of you for the rest of your lives!” “Hyune, come on, it’s not that bad. Also let go of Bae hyung, you’re cutting off the circulation in his arm–” - Felix hastily replied, knowing his unbothered hyung would not say it himself.

Hyunjin let Bae’s arm go, the limb numb and unresponsive. The younger apologetically patted Bae’s back, a sheepish smile on his face that was quickly taken over by fear and nervousness. The older didn’t mind it to be honest, his own mind more occupied by other things.

But still, he gently ruffled Hyunjin’s hair with his working arm, silently focusing back onto the conversation the others were having, their group standing outside the dreaded establishment.

“Since this place allows bigger groups to go in, we can all go together, and maybe the scaredy cats won’t piss themselves this way.” - Minho smirked, a playful glint in his eyes as they swept over the mentioned males. “Hey!” - Chan shouted in english, not happy with his newly earned nickname. “What? Hyung is right. I’m afraid you’d die of a heart attack if you were to go alone.” - Jeongin added in, fistbumping with the group’s puppy and quietly laughing to themselves.

As Chan was silently seething in rage -obviously just annoyed at his menaces-, Changbin held him back by an arm and patted it, trying his best to not let chaos ensue this early on.

It hadn’t been long since they’d arrived at the place, having a day for themselves and to rest. So what other way to spend it, than to go have fun in an amusement park?

“Let’s just gooooo! We’ve been standing here for 20 minutes, I wanna see what’s inside already!” - Jisung whined, a pout taking its customary place on his face. “Yes, yes, we’re going, you whiny baby.” - Chan relented with an exhausted sigh, accepting his fate.

Jisung and most of the others lit up, cheering in anticipation, all the while Chan latched onto Changbin and went after Felix. Hyunjin was unsurprisingly attached to Bae with a deadly grip, as if his life depended on it, and considering how easily scared the man was, maybe that was the case.

Taking in a deep breath, Bae put his free hand onto one of Hyunjin’s, his long legs carrying him after the others.

Immediately after they stepped in through the door, the atmosphere was set. No light was let in from outside, not even through the tiniest of cracks; only faint, ambient lighting was there to lead the way and shine upon the various props placed all around. 

Everything was there that you could ever imagine: from artificial cobwebs hanging down the ceiling to sprayed on blood, knives and scissors hugging the stains and painting a horrifying picture for the unfortunate ones who successfully glanced at it. The place was unnervingly quiet, only some faint laughter could be heard from deep within the heart of the house. Those usually obvious signs of it being played from a speaker now gone, having successfully planted fear into their minds.

The front of the group was having the time of their lives, going up close to every prop and mimicking the moving animatronics. Their joyous laughter strangely added to the mood, leaving shivers in their wake amongst the scared ones.

Everything was going as expected. Everyone was having fun to a certain extent, until the group somehow got torn apart, and in the worst way possible: those who were in the back got left behind, most of them shaking and on edge already.

“It’s okay Channie hyung, me and Binnie hyung will lead the way, so nothing will jump out at you or Hyunjinnie hyung.” - Felix’s deep voice was low and soothing amidst the chaos that was taking over their minds.

Chan and Hyunjin nodded, appreciation lighting up their eyes, something that the two at the front caught even in the darkness that caged them in. 

This plan of theirs was the best they could come up with, because if it came to it, Changbin could just shout with all his might to show the poor workers their place and assert dominance. It’d happened once, a mere 10 minutes ago. Bae’s ears were still ringing just from the mere thought of it.

The tallest watched everything unfold in deadly silence, letting the two scaredy cats cling to him desperately and use him as a living shield. Mainly because he had no choice, with the way Hyunjin was practically glued to his back, Chan seizing Bae’s right arm for himself.

Their strategy seemed to have been working, Felix and Changbin easily triggering the scares and taking them in stride. They weren’t so easily frightened, they could take a little scare here and there. Not even the chains and hooks from the ceiling phased them, the rusted metal clinging together and drawing a chill up the others’ spines.

The other half of the split group could finally be heard nearby, a casual conversation freely flowing between the members despite their environment.

With no prior warning the room Bae’s group was in turned an eerie red, the doors shut closed with a sudden thump. The chatter outside was cut short, confusion pouring over them as they’d passed through that same room, yet the doors always remained open, no red light creeping out from underneath.

The ones inside were in a much worse condition, even Felix and Changbin panicking a bit now. Their vision was obstructed by the props dangling from the ceiling, every little movement causing them to rattle and send the boys into brief panic.

“Hey uh… Binnie. Did… you also see that shadow move…?” - Felix’s voice was shaky, even his mind was now playing tricks on him, urging him to grip onto the mentioned male’s shirt. “Thankfully not.”

That was the only thing that could be heard before something jumped out from the shadows, ignoring the two braver ones and going straight for the other three. Chan and Hyunjin screamed, their eyes shut and breath held back to a dangerous degree, arms impossibly tightening up around Bae’s unmoving form.

It was a worker, dressed up as a serial killer, their weapon held right in front of Bae’s face. Satisfied with the screams they earned from the covering two -and maybe Changbin too-, the killer left, expertly slinking back into the shadows.

The lights soon dimmed back to their usual state, the doors clicking open and the group whole once again.

“What the fuck was that?” - Seungmin asked, just slightly worried for his hyungs, something he wouldn’t ever admit. “I uh, I have no clue. I guess it was a timed event?” - Felix tried to reason, a hand carding through his hair and smoothing the stray strands out. “I have never heard you guys scream like that before. You guys okay?” - Jisung laughed out, joined by a few others.

The two shaken up males merely nodded, not trusting their voices after what had just happened, understandably so. This drew out another round of quiet laughter from the others, a bit more relieved now than before.

“Alright, let’s go then. We shouldn’t linger around for long, who knows what’ll happen next time.” - Jeongin suggested, a playful look thrown at Chan and Hyunjin’s way.

Everyone silently agreed, not even entertaining the thought of ever experiencing that again. They took on the formation they had started with when they’d first entered the haunted house, but now sticking closer together, just for that little bit of extra comfort it brought.

Chan and Hyunjin were about to go as well, but the one they held onto remained in his spot, still unmoving. A simple glance was all it took for the two to realise how rigid Bae was, every muscle in his body pulled taut.

“Bae hyung?” - Hyunjin quietly asked, voice a mere whisper.

No answer greeted him back, but it drew the whole group’s attention, everyone gathering around with worried and confused glances.

With no reaction to any of their questions, Bae finally moved, only one goal in his mind: Minho’s arms. 

The older took him in his embrace with no question, only hesitating for a second, if any. Everything made sense to him now, why Bae was even quieter than usual, why his movements were a bit choppy and weird.

“Were you afraid, jagi?” - it was a simple question, one that finally got an answer in the form of a nod, more than enough for the older.

Minho breathily laughed, taking the scared otter into his arms and carrying him away, while Bae just quietly clung to his clothes and buried his head into the crook of his neck. Even as the menaces started teasing the flustered idol and repeatedly kept saying how cute he was, he just hid deeper into his hyung’s hold, feeling safe at last.

“Next time I’m carrying him.” “In your dreams, Sungie.” “How did you know?”

[nabwastaken]

my Pulp episode 4 pt 1 reaction

okay let's do this

Content warning? 👀

Alright let's start this thing! We got the classic Matt Monologue-

WOOOOOOH

ITS GOING ITS GOING HAH

Ooooooh Mobilis in Mobili???

ROSE!

Aww :(

MARIAH YOUR VOICE

Yeah this slaps

A cliff?

Fire window??????

DOG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DAKKAR??

IS THIS DAKKAR?????

Wait what the fuck

"Climbed up all those stupid stairs" so real of you girlie

Great Astronomical Discoveries 🥰🥰

ITS DAKKAR!!!! LETS GOOOOO!!!! DESI KING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OUGH I LOVE THEM

"used to be" wtf

YEAH SEARCHER

ADDISON!!!!!!!

PPP MENTION>>>>>

"We don't have any tequila" wait since they know what it is does that imply that Anna introduced it to them

DOG DOG DOG DOG-

Honestly.. this does give Anna Hanover 🤨

I love them your honor

Ah yes Paradox yes yes

Behind me reference

Aww she's sick :(

"What's a radio?"

WE FOUND OUT ABOUT MARGARET FINALLY

Ahh he's a healer

DAKKAR SOLO??????

DAKKAR SOLO!!!!!!!!

I love him I love him I love him-

Wait a minute I just realised. Is Margaret a searcher??

"ones I could not save" :(

HIS VOICE I LOVE HIM!!!!!!

THIS. THIS IS MY NEW FAVORITE CHARACTER MOVE ALONG THOMAS

ah agriculture

AHLAAM!!!!!!!!!!A

Wait this is the obligatory song in 3 parts! I'm guessing part 2's gonna be about the eventual arrival of the rest of the gang, and 3's when the villain shows up or smth

Wow truly an international place. When people ask me how growing up in an international school was like I'll point them to this

"Take my hand" pretty gay tbh

"Here" omg Charles reference-

"That's the crew of the antikythera" what the fuck

"set the whole lighthouse ablaze" I'm calling it that's actually gonna happen

COUGHING GUY IS BACK??? IS COUGHING GUY A TRAVELER???????

"Lincoln Island" "Grant Bay" what is it with these names of various civil war leaders

Heyyy this tune sounds familiar...

Wait is this the one in before the storm when John and Rose met. Dahan what the fuck

RIP Blazing World :(

OKAY SO HERES WHAT I GOT: Itzal was the king who turned evil and I guess.. infected Kal and the others with fog? This plot sounds oddly familiar

WAIT A MINUTE NOW I REMEMBER. THIS PLOT WAS IN THE DND MOVIE TOO.

Is Rose some sort of half traveler. A halfeler if you will

"Run some tests" what the fuck

I COULD GET USED TO ADVENTURE MOTIF

omg she has questions

WWMD (what would Margaret do)

"Mout Franklin" once again. What are these names of historical figures.

SIA!!!

BRICK SATELLITE MENTION. ANNA WHERE YOU AT

Ahhh we're back to TGOA

NEMO MENTION

This is the montage song. I'm picturing Rose doing some ridiculous things

BETWEEN AND BEYOND!!!!

OUGH DAKKAR

ROCKET ROCKET ROCKET

THE MOON!!!!!!!! THEYRE GOING TO THE MOON!!!

Mobilis in Mobili....

MARGARET MENTION

Hahaha time travel

ROSE AND THE STARS ROSE AND THE STARS ROSE AND THE STARS ROSE AND THE STARS ROSE AND THE STARS ROSE AND THE STARS

MARIAH YOUR VOICE I LOVE IT I LOVE IT

AHHHHHHHHHHH

'Some days the tears will come' yeah they're coming to me

AH AH AH YEAH THE BUILDUP

A CROWN!!!!!!

I LOVE HER YOUR HONOR

YOU WILL SHINE AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay well that was amazing. I will never be normal again I fear.

[skzhocomments]

Broken hearts can heal - Choi Minho SHINee Fanfic - Chapter XI - Surprise Visit

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Chapter X / Chapter XII

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Chapter XI - Surprise visit

word count: 1.4k words

You slowly opened your eyes and noticed the bold red letters on the digital clock on the nightstand showing the time, 08:20. You felt well rested, despite going to bed so late last night.

The only disappointing thing about this morning was that Minho was not next to you when you woke up. Remembering how you went to sleep last night, though, brought a small blush to your cheeks, and aroused you to no end as your mind repeated Minho's low moans over and over.

Fuck, you loved hearing him. His hand on the back of your head, his thumb stroking your cheek. You remembered everything as you closed your eyes, your hand making its way under your pants as you started rubbing yourself gently.

You focused on his moans, you envisioned his neediness from last night, the way his head rolled back, his grunts. How dominating he's been when using your mouth to get off.

Fuck. It was getting too much.

Rubbing circles on your clit, you let out a final breath as you cummed on your fingers, your feet trembling. You just wished it was Minho between your legs, not your hand, but this was good enough for a quick release for now.

You went to the bathroom to freshen up, and when you got out, you were surprised to hear sounds coming from the kitchen. Minho was lazily chugging on some water and making breakfast, two plates neatly placed on the table.

"Good morning!" You greeted him, laughing after seeing him choking on the water and spilling it everywhere.

"Fuck." He laughed, wiping himself. "Good morning, babe. Slept well?"

You ignored the nickname, trying not to let it get to you. If you would've focused on it, you knew you would become a blushing mess, and you didn't want to give him the satisfaction of teasing you successfully.

"Yea. What about you?"

"Haru didn't fuss too much after I calmed him down, so I'm well rested as well."

"Something's burning in the pan." You chuckled and pointed to the stove.

"Shit!" He quickly looked at the burnt egg he was trying to fry, making you burst out laughing.

"That's okay!" You exclaimed, noticing the two lines forming on his forehead from the big frown. "I should cook next time."

"You know how to?!" He looked at you shocked.

"Of course!"

"Then why haven't you ever?!" He asked and laughed baffled.

"Uhm..." You started smirking, biting your fingernail.

"Hm???" He got in your face very insistently, and you covered your face with both your hands, feeling a blush creep up on your cheeks.

"Nooo, I can't say it!" You squirmed and tried to leave the kitchen as Minho captured your body with his arms and kept you from running away.

"Don't think you can go anywhere!" He laughed, holding you close, and you were sure your cheeks were completely red by now, your attempt on not focusing on the damn babe ending up being pointless.

You were a blushing mess, after all.

"Minho! Let me gooooo~" You laughed as well and started wiggling in his arms, only to turn around and notice that your faces were really close.

In that moment, both of you calmed down and glanced into each other's eyes. It was like time stood still.

"You're kind of... good looking when you cook." You admitted in a whisper, noticing the way his eyes trailed to your lips and back to your eyes.

"Kinda?"

Should you close the distance?

Your hands went instinctively to the back of his neck as his head tilted to the side and got closer to yours, and you closed your eyes in anticipation and rose on your tiptoes.

His hot breath was caressing your skin and your lips would've definitely touched, if the doorbell hadn't rung exactly in that exact moment, startling you and making you basically jump away from each other.

"Who could be so early in the morning?" Minho scoffed as he made his way towards the door and opened it a bit annoyed.

"Mom? What are you doing here?" He asked perplexed as his mother brushed past him.

"You're awake. Good. Da-Eun, dear!" She came and hugged you. "Are you feeling any better? How's our baby boy?"

"Yes, thank you. Haru managed to sleep a bit more thankfully, and Minho took care of him last night."

"That's just great! Minho, would you go down and help your father with the bags?"

"The bags...?" Minho asked, perplexed, throwing you a questioning look, to which you just shrugged and shook your head, as confused as him.

"Da-Eun told me she's having a tough time ever since Haru's been teething and I remember how much struggle it's been with you! So naturally I came to take care of my grandson!"

"Oh, you shouldn't have-" You started, before getting interrupted by her.

"Of course I must! It's a grandmother's job! So come on, stop complaining, you two, and Minho, go downstairs already, your father's waiting!" She scolded.

As soon as Minho went through the door, his mother's gaze turned soft towards you.

"How are you, sweetheart?" She asked you, grabbing your right hand and rubbing circles on your knuckles softly, and you felt so loved. 

Your parents didn't want you, so they never showed you any kind of love. You started working as young as 16 to be able to leave home, and you finally moved out at 18, and you haven't heard anything from them since.

You no longer had their numbers. They had yours, though, but they haven't ever bothered reaching out, and it's already been over 7 years since you last spoke.

It felt heartwarming to have someone accept you in their family and love you.

"Very tired." You confessed. "Haru's been difficult... Minho was gone."

"Poor girl!" She frowned. "Look, I came to give you two a break. Speaking of, how are things going between you?" She nudged your elbow and looked at you expectedly.

"We fought last night... but we sort of... heard each other out afterwards, I guess?"

"If you're fighting and talking it out, it means you're not indifferent to the other! You know, Da-Eun, when he first told me he wanted to get married, not out of love, but of convenience for Haru, I was really sceptical, but after meeting you... it's a shame, being married but not loving each other."

"I do have a lot of love for Minho..."

"Romantic love?!" She asked, hopeful, then grinned as soon as your cheeks started blushing again. You remembered that you almost kissed earlier, you remembered last night, so you couldn't stop the blush creeping up your face. You must've been red as a tomato by now.

"Anyway, I was also shocked that you accepted me into your family so easily..." You tried changing the topic.

"I loved you as soon as I met you, you're such a nice girl, Da-Eun! Minho's father was a bit more difficult; they fought a lot... Minho was so adamant about being in Haru's life! His father came around eventually. We've always seen Kibum as a second son, so I insisted that there's no difference, you were pregnant with our other son's baby! How could we not accept you?" She hugged you again, and that made you tear up.

"That's... thank you so much..." You wiped down your face.

"You have so many things!" Minho shouted through the door as soon as he came back.

"Wow, why so many bags?" You looked at your mother-in-law, who just grinned again.

"Well, we're going to be here for two weeks. I know Minho has some time off!"

"So...?" Minho questioned.

"So you two are going on a trip!" His father spoke from behind him.

"On a what?" You asked, the words not seeming to register in your head.

"Well, Da-Eun, we just thought you've never had a honeymoon, so... we decided to gift you a surprise trip!"

"Mom, that was not necessary-" Minho started, but was quickly shushed.

"We are here to take care of Haru and the house, and you two will start packing then go away!"

"And leave Haru here?" You frowned. You've never been away from him, so this felt a bit... weird to you.

"He's going to be fine, don't be so co-dependent, dear!" She scolded you, and you felt like a kid yourself.

"A trip does sound nice..." Minho spoke, silently encouraging you to take his parents up on the offer.

"Okay... then I guess we should pack...?"

"Yea, but tonight there's the company dinner..." Minho rubbed his nape.

"Company dinners again!" His mom scoffed. "Just go to it then, and leave tomorrow morning! Now go pack!"

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(A/N) short chapter today, but next one will be 3k words, so bear with me!

I hope you enjoyed it <3

Love,

Storm

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Chapter X / Chapter XII

[storytellerofuntoldlegends]

an icarus and his sun: chapter 2

A/N: the flower husbands do be kinda 😳 in this part so obligatory reminder that this is about their characters, not the irl people! anyway homoerotic swordfight lets gooooo (also look at me posting two days in a row hell yeah)

Warnings: arguing, violence, swordfighting, flirting

AO3 Link - Tumblr Masterpost 

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It was a good day. The sun was shining, Jimmy was finally getting some organization done in his empire- and then he showed up. Jimmy just about dropped the materials he was carrying to his storage building when he spotted Scott standing on his roof, looking down at it with a frown. Jimmy let out a frustrated groan, quickly hustling into the building to dump his materials in a chest and then back outside to glare up at Scott. He gave a cocky grin and a wave, and Jimmy let out another frustrated sound.

“What are you doing here?!” Jimmy demanded. Scott merely shrugged.

“I dunno, was bored. Decided to fly by. Your roof is terrible by the way,” Scott said, shifting his weight on the wood and grimacing when it gave a creak.

“What do you mean, my roof is terrible?!” Jimmy protested with a frown. He thought his buildings weren’t half bad! Sure, they were nothing fancy like Scott’s, but they made do! They were simple, Jimmy liked simple.

“I mean I can barely get a foothold here without feeling like I’m gonna fall off, it’s way too steep!” Scott replied with a grimace. Jimmy rolled his eyes.

“My roofs aren’t meant to be perches, Scott. Besides, steep roofs are kind of the style around here!” Jimmy said, crossing his arms. He was slightly aware that he looked like a pouty toddler at the moment, but was too irritated by Scott’s presence to really care. Scott wrinkled his nose in distaste.

“Jimmy, you wouldn’t know style if it smacked you in the face,” he retorted.

“Excuse you, I have a lot of style!” Jimmy protested.

“You wear a cod head,” Scott said flatly.

“Exactly!” Jimmy said, as if it was obvious. Scott rolled his eyes, and Jimmy scowled at him. Scott could have whatever opinions he wanted on Jimmy’s style, but his roofs were fine! He would show him, Jimmy could stand on top of the roof just fine if he wanted to! With a determined frown, Jimmy equipped his elytra and flew up to the roof, startling Scott slightly.

“What on earth are you doing?” Scott asked with a resigned sigh. Jimmy landed on the roof, and only wobbled a tiny bit before he caught his balance and stood on its steep slope just fine. Well, maybe not just fine, but he was trying to prove a point to Scott here. He didn’t need to know that Jimmy was frankly struggling with keeping his balance.

“See, it’s not too steep! I’m standing just fine!” Jimmy said proudly, putting his hands on his hips in a triumphant pose.

“You’re really trying to out-perch the person here with actual wings?” Scott scoffed, raising an eyebrow. Jimmy deflated slightly.

“Okay, well- it does sound dumb when you put it like that- but what does that say about you if the guy with an elytra can perch better than the guy with real wings!” Jimmy said, faltering only for a moment before regaining his confidence.

“Please, I’ve kept my balance on worse than this,” Scott huffed. A semi-victorious smirk came to Jimmy’s face, and Scott looked at him in confusion.

“Then why were you complaining about it?” Jimmy asked, voice cocky and a full on grin spreading over his face. Now it was Scott’s turn to look frustrated, and his mouth opened and closed uselessly for a few moments.

“I- well- that’s besides the point! I had to think of a functional purpose for why your roof was bad other than it was ugly, Katherine told me to play nice!” Scott finally shot back, moving forward and poking Jimmy in the chest. While it wasn’t even that hard, Jimmy nearly toppled over anyway, only saved by Scott rushing forward and grabbing his arm to steady him. Jimmy’s face suddenly felt warm at Scott’s touch, and he blamed it on the frustration he felt over what Scott had said.

“You’re only here because Katherine sent you?!” Jimmy asked, surprising himself at the disappointment that underlaid the annoyance in his tone. Scott let go of his arm with an eye roll.

“Why else would I visit you? And you’re welcome for not letting you go splat,” he scoffed.

“I would have been fine, I don’t need your help!” Jimmy shot back.

“Oh you definitely need help Jimmy, looking at the state of your roofs,” he retorted.

“For the last time, my roofs are FINE!” Jimmy shouted, shoving at Scott without really thinking about it. Scott stumbled backwards, and with a gasp Jimmy reached out for him- only for Scott to right himself with a powerful flap of his wings, blowing Jimmy backwards a bit. Jimmy opened his mouth to apologize, but stopped cold at the downright murderous look in Scott’s eyes. Scott had always been a tall, imposing figure- but with his wings flared, a hand on the hilt of his sword, and icy blue eyes glittering with anger- Jimmy was beginning to wish that he would take a moment to think before he did something like shove someone who was definitely better at fighting than him.

“Jimmy, you could have killed me,” Scott said, voice low and dangerous.

“But I didn’t! You caught yourself and- wait no Scott, wait- SCOTT!” Jimmy rambled, voice tapering off into an undignified shriek as Scott drew his sword and lunged forward. Jimmy managed to scramble to the side and avoid the strike, unsheathing his own sword as he did so.

“Wait for what, Jimmy? You attacked first,” Scott taunted as he raised his sword again, and Jimmy was barely able to block the blow in time, a resounding clang echoing through the swamp.

“Katherine said to play nice!” Jimmy protested, cringing internally a bit at how much he sounded like a whiny toddler.

“Katherine isn’t here right now,” Scott growled. Jimmy grit his teeth, pushing against Scott’s sword with his own and causing Scott to stumble backwards.

“Fine, then I’ll actually be able to fight you this time,” Jimmy said with a determined scowl.

“I’d like to see you try,” Scott taunted with a smirk. Jimmy advanced with a shout, Scott sidestepping to the side easily, the tips of his feathers barely brushing against Jimmy’s sword. Jimmy stumbled forward, unable to slow his momentum- until he toppled over the side of the building. Luckily he was able to glide down with his elytra just fine, but that didn’t stop him from glaring at Scott indignantly as he effortlessly landed on the ground. He ran at Scott again, slashing and jabbing but only growing more and more irritated as Scott easily deflected every blow.

“This is ridiculous!” Jimmy panted as he tried to catch his breath, while Scott didn’t have a single feather or hair out of place. Scott smirked, slowly circling as he lightly twirled his sword, adjusting his grip.

“It is, I thought you’d at least put up somewhat of a decent fight,” Scott said with a mock disappointed hum. Jimmy barely took a breath to reply before Scott lunged at him, and Jimmy brought up his sword to deflect- until Scott’s true target hit as his blade slid under the hilt of Jimmy’s sword and he brought his blade up harshly, causing Jimmy’s sword to fly out of his hands. Scott swung at him again, and Jimmy dodged the blow and made a break for his sword. Scott leapt after him, knocking Jimmy to the ground. His sword ended up stabbing into the ground, inches from Jimmy’s head. Jimmy let out a low sound of frustration, viciously jabbing his elbow back and unable to keep the satisfied smile off his face when his elbow connected with something solid, resulting in a shout of pain and frustration from Scott. The moment of victory was short lived as Jimmy tried to scramble up, but was yanked back down by Scott again.

The two of them grappled for control, each of them trying to get to their own sword but being pulled back by the other. Eventually Scott ended up on top of Jimmy, hands pinning his wrists to the ground and nose barely an inch from his. Both of them were breathing heavily, and Scott’s hair was rather disheveled from their fight, a few strands hanging from their usual place and brushing Jimmy’s forehead. And inexplicably, all Jimmy could think about was how he could kiss Scott if he wanted to. They were practically sharing the same air, and Scott was looking at him with something burning in his eyes despite the icy tone of their hue- Jimmy’s face flushed at the sudden rush of thoughts, how vividly he could envision the feel of Scott's lips on his own. Scott’s burning expression turned curious, and he smirked in a way that sent Jimmy’s stomach flip-flopping not unpleasantly. Scott shifted, until his breath was ghosting Jimmy’s ear- and oh this is how Jimmy died. Not with a sword through his stomach, but with whatever Scott was doing to make his insides squirm like that.

“If I had known you liked being pinned, I would have done so much sooner,” Scott said in a low croon, and whatever Jimmy had been feeling before was quickly replaced by irritation. He wanted nothing more than to shove Scott off of him, but seeing as his hands were pinned, he couldn’t.

“Get off of me,” Jimmy growled. Scott let out a short, low chuckle, and Jimmy internally cursed his body for shivering at the resulting breath against his ear.

“That’s not how this works, we’re fighting,” Scott said with amusement lacing his tone.

“Oh really? Cause you seemed very interested in something else a few moments ago,” Jimmy huffed, turning his head to try and glare at Scott. Scott relented and shifted so he was looking Jimmy in the eyes again.

“Only because you were blushing, you idiot,” Scott retorted with a laugh.

“I was not blushing! I just… my face gets red very easily, and fighting takes physical effort!” Jimmy protested.

“Uh huh,” Scott said with an unimpressed stare. Jimmy scrambled to think of something to say back, to maybe unbalance Scott as much as the winged elf had unbalanced him- but any train of thought was halted by a disapproving voice.

“You two are either getting along too well or you aren’t getting along at all,” Katherine said, and both Scott and Jimmy’s heads whipped over to see the head of House Blossom glaring at the two of them with her arms crossed.

“Oh. Hi, Katherine,” Scott said with a sheepish grin.

“Don’t you ‘hi, Katherine’ me! I knew sending you over her alone was a bad idea,” Katherine snapped, and Scott had the decency to look at least a little embarrassed.

“I don’t think Jimmy was complaining about this turn of events,” he muttered. Jimmy glared up at Scott incredulously.

“I very much AM complaining, get off of me!” he protested. Scott finally relented with a sigh, letting go of Jimmy’s wrists before getting up, wings shaking out any dirt and a hand smoothing his hair back to where it should be. Jimmy scowled, getting up as well, brushing the dirt off himself and adjusting his cod head. Scott walked over to where his sword was still buried in the ground and yanked it out with a grimace, looking it over before sheathing it. Jimmy’s sword was still lying a little ways away, and he walked over to it with a sigh.

“So what argument were you having before you decided it was necessary to solve it through swordfighting?” Katherine asked, disapproval lacing her voice.

“Jimmy pushed me off the roof,” Scott replied with a shrug.

“You pushed first! And you said my roofs were terrible!” Jimmy protested.

“I poked you, and your roofs are bad! That’s just a fact!” Scott retorted. Jimmy opened his mouth to reply, but was cut off by Katherine coming to stand in between them. Jimmy hadn’t even realized that they were moving closer to each other until Katherine had stepped in.

“That’s enough! Scott, I told you to be nice, and Jimmy I thought you were gonna try not to let things get to you too much!” Katherine reprimanded, gaze switching between the two of them. Both of them were silent for a moment, each looking a little sheepish but neither one wanting to be the first to own up to what they said. Jimmy’s eyes met Katherine’s, and she gestured towards Scott with a pointed expression. Scott looked baffled for a moment, while Jimmy simply sighed as he begrudgingly gave in to what Katherine was undoubtedly expecting. Jimmy looked to Scott, and the winged elf jumped slightly at the sudden solemn eye contact.

“I’m sorry for pushing you, I was frustrated and let my emotions get the better of me,” Jimmy said softly, and Scott blinked in surprise at the sincere apology. He was silent for a moment, until Katherine cleared her throat expectantly. Scott sighed, rubbing the back of his neck with a nervous laugh.

“I.. I’m sorry too. I was trying to get a rise out of you, and I guess I shouldn’t have reacted so… extremely when I succeeded in that. And your roofs are… acceptable,” Scott said, looking like saying the last statement caused him physical pain. Jimmy laughed good-naturedly.

“You don’t have to lie about my roofs Scott, it’s fine. I know they could never compare to the grand-ness of Rivendell’s buildings- but apology accepted all the same,” Jimmy said, a pleasant bubbly feeling growing in his stomach at Scott’s resulting smile. Katherine looked far too pleased with herself as she grinned as her gaze shifted between the two of them. Scott was still looking at Jimmy though, something almost calculating in his expression, but softer. More… intrigued, maybe? Jimmy couldn’t quite decipher it. Scott suddenly looked away, clearing his throat.

“Well I uh… I think I’ve kept you long enough. From… doing whatever it was you uh. Were doing. Bye!” Scott said, taking off before Jimmy had a chance to say goodbye or even wave. Jimmy watched until Scott’s form grew smaller and smaller in the sky, feeling hopelessly confused. Katherine patted his arm gently, Jimmy only slightly jumping at the touch as he turned to look at her.

“Now that wasn’t so bad! Maybe the next meeting will actually go smoothly for once,” Katherine said brightly. Jimmy chuckled, looking back up at the sky, even if Scott was no longer in view.

“I think that’s a bit much to hope for us,” he said remorsefully. But all the same… he hoped that maybe Katherine was right.

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What Was Never Meant To Be Part 4 (Finale)

As promised...the final part!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Warning: angst, anxiety, anxiety attack

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Life had to be pulling a cruel joke on you.

Or maybe you were dreaming and you would wake up and everything would be okay.

And yet a part of you already knew nothing was okay right now.

This was real.

He was real.

Dominick Carisi was standing in front of you.

For a moment neither of you said anything. You were both afraid of what would happen next. So you both stood there staring at each other.

Waiting for the other to interrupt reality.

To bring it crashing.

"Momma who's that?"

And there it was.

You saw his eyes travel to Rosalie as she hide behind your legs, curious of the stranger.

Stranger.

How you wished he was.

You saw the hurt in his eyes as the filled with tears.

How dare him.

He has no right.

He hurt me.

"Rosalie darling why don't you go watch TV for a bit and then I'll give you ice cream?" Your voice trembled.

The little girl smiled before giving small wave to Sonny and disappearing to her room.

You saw him choke back a sob as he met your eyes.

"She's so big" he said quietly.

No.

He doesn't get to play the sad card. The broken and alone card. It had already been used and it had only left devastation in its way.

"Yeah she is. What do you want?" You said coldly.

You saw him flinch at the sound of you voice. He had never heard you be this cold.

"I uh...I thought I could come and we could talk." He said avoiding you eyes.

You gave a small forced huff of annoyance.

"Talk? Now you want to talk? You know what? We were done talking the minute you kissed Amanda!" You voice was getting louder as you saw him look down in shame.

It was truly amazing how although he was taller than you he seemed so small right now.

Vulnerable.

Hurt.

Heartbroken.

Just like you were all those years ago.

"I jus-st wanted to meet her. To apologize to you". His voice broken and near crying.

You felt so much anger.

It had all been pent up over the years waiting to blow.

And it finally did.

"Oh yeah? Well sorry to tell you that you just came to waste your time. I don't need any of your apologies or pity or anything else. You hurt me. YOU BROKE ME!" You shook angrily.

"I'm sorry," he sobbed, "I never meant to hurt you."

Right when you were about to go off on him again he was on his knees sobbing and crying.

"I'm so sorry. Please, I'm sorry. Please," he sobbed uncontrollably as his breathing quickened and his whoke body began to shake.

No.

This cannot be happening.

Sonny Carisi was having an anxiety attack.

Immediately your anger was forgotten as you rushed to his side and embraced him.

Despite everything, no one deserved to go through that alone.

Even if you had.

"Hey. Look at me it's okay. Shhhh it's okay." You tried to comfort him as the strong passionate man you had known broke down in front of you.

He cried saying things incoherently and you pulled him closer to you.

"ItsnotokaynothingisokayI'msosorry" he muffled into your chest.

Nothing is okay.

Understatement of the year.

As you rubbed his back he slowly began to calm down.

And become self concious of his surrondings.

He lightly pushed you away as he stood and took a good couple steps back, hs eyes wide and full of fear and regret.

"I'm sorry. I-I didn't mean to do that," he said nervously, once again avoiding your gaze.

"No it's fine. I was a little too harsh." You said softly.

"Rightfully so," he said matching your tone.

There was a quiet silence between you for a while.

It gave you time to really think about all of this.

You sighed.

Rosalie deserved to know who her father was and have the opportunity to spend time with him.

"Sonny," you finally said.

His eyes looked up at you unsure.

"Her name is Rosalie and she is four. She's so beautiful. She has the prettiest smile and most wonderful laugh. She lights up any room she is in and is the amazingest little girl in the whole world." You say taking a pause before continuing.

"She deserves to know you. And I don't have the heart to keep her away from you. But there are conditions."

He looked up at you with hopefull, pleading eyes, "Anything"

"You can come see her whenever you want. You just have to let me know. You will go with her to every field trip and parent conference. You will spoil her rotten and give her all the love she deserves. You will be her knight in shining armour," you pause as you felt your eyes well up in tears.

"And if you ever break her heart, I swear to you, you will never see her again and I'll make sure to make your life a living hell," you trembled out you voice threatening to crack.

"Because that little girl deserves nothing less."

Sonny was in tears as he nodded.

"Never. I promise you. I will never hurt her," he said gently before meeting you eyes, "or you again."

He tried to reach for you hand but you stepped back realizing how close you had gotten.

"Don't."

He looked down shamefully.

"Look Sonny. I was hurt pretty bad that day. And I ran. Away from you, from everything. But yet my feelings for you seemed to follow me. Because somehow my heart still felt something for you. It took years to get through that. I don't know what the future holds for us but please, I can't do that. I don't want for this to get complicated. Maybe someday I'll change my mind or find someone else. But for right now I just want to clear my head and just be friends."

"Right. Of course." He said.

You sighed softly.

It was nice to get that off your chest.

You looked at him and gave him a small smile.

"Do you want to meet your daughter?"

"Yes," he said returning your smile.

Maybe you were both never meant to be togther or maybe it was just bad timing. Maybe the future would change that. You had grown into a different person and so had he. There were so many possiblities for the future and for once you were ready.

Ready for what lied ahead.

Because life had a funny way of doing things.

And you were finally at peace.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Taglist: @wittysunflower

Okayyyyyyy. There you gooooo. After a month with just a small request here we are 4 parts later (sorry not sorry). This request was so fun to write and I hope you enjoyed it. Also made the ending so that you could decide what happens next! As always thank you so much for reading and don't be afraid to drop those requests!

[starglitterz]

can I get a vanilla confection (sucrose) with whipped cream?

request; sucrose angst, jealousy

cw; angst

i'd recommend listening to she - dodie while reading this hehe, it's the song i listened to while writing it.

please reblog ! it helps a lot :)

sucrose.

she's so stunning, and she's so adorable, it genuinely perplexes you. how much wonder at the world and curiosity can be packed into just one person? and yet her inquisitiveness extends no further than the realm of nature, concealed amongst flora and shy fauna, without reaching the boundaries of human communication. sucrose is so terribly shy, she struggles with talking to anyone besides albedo and timaeus, and those conversations too are limited to her studies on bio-alchemy. so how on earth could you ever reach her? even though she's at the crafting bench right across the street from where you work part-time at the good hunter, it's almost like she's a world away.

and once again, you feel another crack rip through the jagged map of your heart as she shoots timaeus a smile that seems brighter than the sun shining down onto the fountain plaza. you stop sweeping the area outside the small yet popular restaurant, pretending to wipe sweat off your brow as you actually try to quench the jealousy burning in your chest. you always tried to convince yourself you were content with admiring sucrose from a distance - not at all in a creepy way, but more so in the way that art is appreciated in a museum. but with every time that you see her beam at albedo's other apprentice, you want to storm over there and confess your feelings loud enough for the entirety of mondstadt to hear.

but you can't.

and you won't.

you're a coward, you think to yourself bitterly as the sun dips below the horizon and sucrose heads off to dragonspine with albedo, who had come down to mondstadt to check on the progress of the budding alchemists. hot tears threaten to flow down your cheeks as you're bathed in warm evening light, and you swear to yourself that you'll move on from this silly crush.

"dear, are you alright?" sara's familiar comforting voice cuts through your thoughts as easily as a knife slicing through butter, and you hastily rub your eyes with a fake laugh, "yup, i'm fine! just a little dusty over here." "okay... if you say so," she seems hesitant to accept your answer, but doesn't probe the matter, and for that you're glad.

because what can you say, really? how can you ever admit the truth: the fact that you aren't fine at all, because you know that whether or not you extinguish your feelings for sucrose, it wouldn't make a difference - she doesn't even know you exist.

quill speaks !

ahh anon i hope you liked this :] sorry it's kinda short T_T

also my brain while looking at this request was literally like 'LETS GOOOOO SOMEONE REQUESTED SUCROSE WAIT WHAT ITS ANGST OH NO'

very very sleepy so i'm not going to write much for the a/n akjdkasjd

another queued hiatus post !

i hope you enjoy your stay at quill’s dessert cafe, and do check out the menu if you'd like ! 🍭

© starglitterz 2021. do not repost or modify in any way.

[winterbl0ss0m]

🍳 + 😇 + 🎀 + 👀 from da utapri ask game :-]]?

IM STILL THE MUFFIN MAN BUT IM WAITING FOR MY MUFFINS TO BAKE LETS GOOOOO

how long have you been in the fandom?

not long shskdbekf- i first downloaded shining live in- december 2020 according to the app store 😭 but i didnt start playing it until around may or june 2021? forgot abt it for a bit, after i got home from nc i remembered it and was like huh the blue boy was pretty maybe ill play it again- aaaand then i fell down the rabbit hole AHDHJFNT and ive been obsessed since it has taken over my life<3

who’s your best boy and what drew you to him?

ai since the beginning man 💪 during the sl intro thingy i was like DAMN that boy’s cute… and i really liked the way he presented himself in the intro :) and his voice was so soft, i was just immediately drawn in. i didnt know that he existed prior to getting into it and was very pleasantly surprised by his existence<3

id always loved otoya too, he was my third favorite for a while (syo was second) !! when i started the anime, i loved how he helped haruka get into the academy, and he was just so cute and sweet !! although i didnt pay much attention to him during my first watch because i was mainly focused on getting that sweet sweet ai content LMFAO but as a bit of time passed i grew really attached to him, especially after finding out more about his background in season 2 and just. season 4. my god that was heartwrenching and beautiful (fuck eiichi otori fr) djagskwhdkrbg ;w;

sorry for rambling a lot but yea, they are my sweet boys, and i love them so much equally <333

favorite shining live card?

oh FUCK ok give me a sec

it has to be these ones. im in love with this entire set, and the way it so beautifully showcases each character so wonderfully. the art is so stunning, and i love seeing them all playing their instruments. the colors are gorgeous, and dont even get me STARTED on all the symbolization oh my gosh its just INCREDIBLE shining live really popped off with these sets

do you own any merchandise?

HELL YEAH I DO !! my school backpack has a QN button, a charm of ai and otoya, and this one with a purple crown. my travel bag has a triangle beat keychain :) my keys have these sick charms of each ai and otoya with little hearts and stars<3 i also have these crown charms for ai and otoya each, but they were much larger than i expected and they clang against each other really loudly so i dont have them on anything currently- i still have a pin of otoya, i had one of ai but it fell apart 🧍‍♂️ some months back i went a little insane and bought a SHIT ton of merch from this one seller. eventually i wanna make an ita bag…

WOW OK I RAMBLED A *LOT* I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS I HAD FUN ANSWERING THESE<3

utapri asks !!

[ressyfaerie]

I would love love love to see something along the lines of a Tyka mer au?? Especially if Kai is the merman!! I do love them ever so. Any age rating/idea I am so down for, pretty please!! 🥺🙏❤

Keep up with the great Tyka content it makes my day!

I know who you are and you always give me the best fic inspiration! I read your Tyka mer comics and I am INSPIRED. This might be longer than expected! But here I gooooo

So now that I finished it, I’ll be putting it in a readmore since it’s VERY LONG!!

It’s very rare that I write in first person! But this story definitely called for it, and I AM COMPLETELY IN LOVE. You’re going to want to ask for more, I can already tell.

So here it is:

When I was young, I was saved by a merman.

I remember how the cold seeped into my veins. My head was pounding from the force of hitting the water.

I was too young to know how to swim.

I couldn’t move even if I wanted to.

My body was numb, I descended into the dark blue sea, I saw the light glimmer from the surface, and felt water invade my lungs.

That’s when I saw him.

A flash of blue and milky skin. I felt the smooth scales wrap around my body. I saw his face, clear as day. His purple eyes, silver hair, and blue face markings. His face looked panicked, bubbles erupted from his mouth forming inaudible words. His face turned blurry, and my vision grew dark.

I woke up on the beach. No one believed me when I told them. Just a child’s fantasy gone overboard.

I always wondered how I made it back to shore without knowing how to swim, or how I missed all the rocks.

Someone must have saved me.

The more I visited the beach and saw no sign of a blue finned merman my belief started to dwindle.

Growing up I drew pictures, I even based my imaginary friend off my hero.

In my teens, my best friend Max reminded me of him.

“Tyson! I was just telling my friend about that mer-boy that saved you when you were a kid!”

I laughed it off, “it was a fairytale, Max. Nothing more.”

Years before, Kenny and Hilary sat with me on the beach one day after training.

“Could he still be out there?”

I cleaned my surfboard, looking off into the mysterious ocean.

Hilary passed me a bottle of wax for my board, “you know, I read at least eighty percent of the ocean remains undiscovered.”

Kenny looked up from his laptop, “every mermaid sighting has been proved fake. I still think what you saw was due to a lack of oxygen.”

I gave him an angry look, I didn’t mean to.

“Uh… but miracles have happened.” Kenny tried to reassure me.

I knew the truth.

Mermaids and mermen weren’t real.

After my Mom died, and my Dad left with my brother to explore the world, I had two things, my Grandpa, and my imagination.

Thinking of that boy was my playground. I’d bring sandwiches to the beach, and pretend to talk to him.

I made friends. And became a surfing champion. With my success my imagination drifted away.

I guess I really wasn’t ready for what came next huh?

“Tyson!”

Hilary and Kenny made their way towards my desk, I slammed my textbook closed, I was done with studying anyways.

“There’s a carnival in town! It’s close to your house, you want to come with us tonight?” Her eyes were bright.

I felt a pat on my shoulder, I looked to my right, Max’s blonde hair caught my eye.

“Carnival? Count me in!”

“I’m going too…” Kenny mentioned awkwardly, “Tyson?”

I rolled my eyes, carnivals were for kids. Besides I was planning on catching some waves tonight, but the weather was supposed to be really calm. I guess I could spare the time.

“Alright, sounds like a plan.”

I was right. Carnivals were for kids.

Doesn’t mean it wasn’t fun though.

We rode ride after ride. Kenny had to sit on a bench after he got sick, Hilary rubbed his back.

“Looks like it’s just you and me, partner!” Max slapped my back, “let's get some more snacks!”

Max pulled me towards another booth. I love food, but after a dozen different snacks, and a dozen different rides, I had to admit, I wasn’t feeling too well.

Max handed me a candy apple, I took a bite and felt my stomach turn.

“Bluh,” my lip turned in disgust.

“Wanna take a break from the rides?”

I nodded.

We lost Kenny and Hilary ages ago. Walking through the parts of the carnival with fewer people, we came across a mirror maze.

“Tyson, let’s go in!”

“Sounds fun!”

It was no surprise when I lost Max right away.

I could hear his excited giggles and him shouting my name, I tried to go in his direction, but eventually his voice faded out, and I found my way to the exit.

“Max!” I shouted into the maze, but there was no reply back.

He might have gotten out already…

I walked through the carnival looking for my blonde haired friend. No luck. There was a fortune teller, I made a mental note, Hilary would have liked to go back there.

Then something caught my eye.

ANASTASIA’S HOUSE OF WONDERS

It looked like a cardboard standee, with dark tents behind it. It couldn’t have been that big. I saw some people leave out the exit. There was someone in front of it. They were dressed in a creepy joker costume.

“Hey man,” I got his attention.

“Do you dare enter the house of wonders!”

“Uh, maybe? Is it cool? Like… what’s in there?”

“Things that will make your blood boil—”

“Things?”

“And creatures unknown to this world!—”

“Creatures!?”

“And above all—”

“Oooo what else!?”

“Look kid.” The grey haired joker lowered his arms and sighed, “can you just let me finish my speech?”

“Oh, yeah sorry.”

“I’m Bryan the sharpshooting joker! For only a few bucks—find yourself immersed in a new world!—”

“Okay,” I raised my hand, “that’s enough.”

“Oh thank god” Bryan’s voice dropped a few octaves.

The guy seemed kinda chill, so I leveled with him.

“So dude, is it actually worth my time in there?”

Bryan nodded, “yeah, it’s actually really cool.”

“Alright, sign me up.” I handed him a couple bills.

“Enjoy.” He counted the money.

Before I left I looked under his costume hat, “wait, don’t I know you?”

“Maybe?” He grumbled, accidentally revealing his true persona.

“Yeah! You were in the last surfing championship! You’re that crazy intense guy Bryan! What the heck are you doing here?”

“Uh, sidegig.” He lowered his mask, “have fun in there, kid.”

“Okay…”

I brushed off the awkward encounter and turned to the entrance. It was covered in two extravagant curtains. I pushed the fabric to the side and walked into the darkness.

Wait, is this a haunted house? Damn I shouldn’t have gone without Max!

The first thing I noticed was there was a lack of… people. Tesla coils and odd gimmicks littered the floor of the first hallway. I rolled my eyes, remembering carnivals were for kids.

The next room was bigger than expected, it was a dome with a button in the middle. I pressed it, who could resist a big red button after all?

Suddenly a snow storm picked up. I covered my face, “ah!”

It stopped before I could figure it out, I stared at the sleeve of my red jacket, where snowflakes started melting.

“Alright, that was definitely real snow! I’ll admit I have no idea how you did that one!”

I shouted to no one, but it still helped my nerves.

I—couldn’t figure out where the exit was.

I walked to the edge of the dome, it looked like a carnival tent, I tapped the edge, it rang back with a metallic sound.

“Uh.” I grew worried, “an exit would be nice?!”

I heard a sound from the other side of the room, and some fabric fell from nowhere, revealing another dark room, “thank you!”

Cautiously I made my way to the dark room.

I wish I hadn’t.

Inside were weird animals in green jars.

“Oof, these can’t be real.”

I tapped one, the baby bird inside moved.

“I assure you, they are all real.”

I turned to the corner. A.. man? He had a raven masquerade mask, and when Tyson locked eyes with him, he screamed and revealed massive black wings from his back.

“What the!?—”

I fell backwards, falling on my rear.

The bird boy made his way towards me.

“What are you?!”

“I’m Ian, the birdman.” He sounded tired.

“And in there,” he pointed to the next room with a black talon, “you’ll find my wolf friend.”

“You’re what!?”

I sat up, “naw, I’m done with this place. Your costumes are a bit too real for me.”

He shrugged, “that’s what they all say.” he sat on a crate with a loud thud, “enjoy the rest of the tour.”

I went to the next room because that guy was freaking me out. I really wanted to head back the way I came, but I couldn’t seem to find it.

Also, that guy seemed kind of familiar.

The next room felt colder than the rest. My heart raced when I saw a cage.

“Uh, hello? This haunted house is getting a little weird…”

I heard the clanking of chains, and a flash of red. On the floor of the cage was a boy, a bit older than myself.

“Are you okay?” I asked knowing it was an actor.

I heard a deep growl, and he lifted himself off the floor. I gasped when I saw his face.

A white wolf with a red mane bared his teeth at me.

I took a step back.

I felt the room grow cold, as the wolf tensed and growled.

It lunged forward and snapped it’s jaw, it hit the bars of the cage with a strength that boy shouldn’t possess, I turned and ran.

I ran through a wall tearing down fabric sprinting through tents.

It was dark, I couldn't see anything and didn’t know where I was going.

“Ah!” My foot got caught on a stone and I fell forward.

“How is this place so big! It did not look like this from the outside!”

In front of me was a curtain, it just barely touched the floor, I could see light shining from under it.

If I can’t find my way out… I might as well head for the light.

I lifted the curtain up and shielded my eyes from the bright white light.

In front of me I could just make out the wheels of a traveling train car. The front of it wasn’t metal, it was glass. Bright fluorescent lights hung over it. There was a sign next to me, I rubbed my eyes and could just make out the writing.

Newest exhibit! A rarity of its kind! Stay back, he splashes.

“What?”

Then I saw it.

The flash of blue, silver, and purple.

A merman threw himself against the glass repeatedly, tossing his fists against it. His wrists were in chains, and his constant assault against the glass only amounted to hollow thumps echoing through the tent.

I felt my body freeze.

It was the merman from my childhood.

Is this real?

I slowly made my way to the sealed aquarium.

The boy must have seen me enter the ring of light, because he stopped, he started floating, and stared at me.

“Hello?”

The merman didn’t move, he simply floated in place, I could see his chest move up and down.

“Do you recognize me?”

I made my way to the glass, getting a good look at the boy for the first time.

I placed my hand on the glass. I saw how red his wrists were from the chains.

He put his hand against the glass, only a thin separation between us. I smiled, and looked into his purple eyes.

I think he smiled at me. He opened his mouth slightly and a few bubbles popped out. I chuckled, and he looked back at me.

I stared up at the top of the tank, the lid was thick glass. A massive padlock kept it down. He saw me look at it, and he shook his head frantically.

I nodded, and placed my head against the glass, “you’re not supposed to be here.”

I jumped and hit the lock with my hand gauging how tough it was.

The merman waved his hand and mouthed words shaking his head.

“I’m gonna get you out of here!”

I looked around the room for a tool to use to break the lock. The only thing I could find was the sign I had seen previously.

I grabbed it, and tossed it to the ground, ripping it off its base.

The merman kept throwing his fist against the tank to get my attention, I ignored him knowing I had to help him.

I climbed the edge of the train cart so I was standing on top of the glass looking down at the silver haired boy. He floated on his back and kept banging on the glass with both hands.

It seemed like he was mouthing the words ‘get out get out!’

I used the stick tool I had made and bashed the lock, making loud sounds through the room. I kept doing it, but it didn’t budge.

The merman was banging on the glass mouthing the same words.

“I’m trying!”

I jumped down, knowing I would have to find a different tool, but I bashed it again in frustration.

The merman was frantically pointing now.

“What? What is it?” I watched his lips.

‘Behind you!’

I felt someone grab my shoulder, before I could scream they grasped my shirt and yanked me to the floor, dragging me away.

“Hey! You’re not supposed to touch people in a haunted house!”

I kicked and screamed while watching my merman frantically swim in circles and hit the glass with his tail. He was trying to get to me, but I knew it wasn’t going to work.

The man threw me into another room. I couldn’t see anything in the dark, I was tossed on a chair and sat up. He turned on a light with a click, and an old fluorescent bulb hung from the ceiling. I blinked a few times trying to find my way in the new surroundings.

A silhouette of a man sat on the opposite end of a table.

“You think you can try to take one of my treasures?”

“He is not yours!”

“Months ago I captured him. He’s rightfully mine.”

“Who do you think you are?!” I screamed at him, knowing full well this full grown man could cause me serious harm.

“He’s a rarity, I won’t let him fall into the hands of some snot nosed teenager with a superiority complex.”

I spat, “do you own this crazy place?”

“I do.”

“Don’t think I didn’t recognize your workers. I surfed with most of them in last year's competition.”

The man simply laughed, I finally got to make out some of his facial features. He was an older man.

“And why does the world champion desire my merman?”

“I don’t desire him, he needs to be free!”

“Ha!” The man’s voice bellowed.

I frantically searched for answers, for a way out—for the both of us.

“I’ll buy him from you!”

“Like you could afford him.”

“If I win the next competition—”

“You won’t.”

I grinned smugly, “you don’t know that.”

“You won by luck, my team is far superior.”

“Your team of monsters? Isn’t that cheating?”

“And you think being a descendant of a storm dragon is fair?”

“I’m a—what?”

The man shook his head.

“I know who you are, Tyson.”

“You gonna tell me who you are?”

The man chuckled in response to my anger, making me even more furious.

“The name is Boris. I take care of these boys—”

“By imprisoning them? Leave my merman alone!”

“Excuse me? Yours? Did you not just meet this creature?”

“Let’s say I’m feeling friendly.” I crossed my arms.

“He seemed to react to your presence, what did you do?”

I panicked, “how long were you watching for!?”

“Long enough. I’ve had him here for a few months, yet I can’t seem to break him.”

“Break him?” I was in disbelief, my childhood hero was not some horse at a stable!

“Yes, perhaps you could help—”

“No.” I grimaced.

Boris tapped his fist on the table, “well, it seems we are at an impasse.”

“You’ll never have my help.”

“I think I can live without it.” He stood up, he was much taller than me. “Please leave my circus, and don’t come back.”

“I’m not leaving without the merman.” I stood my ground.

“That’s a shame.”

I felt something heavy hit my temple—

I woke up on a grassy hill. I rubbed my head.

When I managed to sit up I overlooked the carnival from across a field. The lights were all out. It had to have been late for it to be completely closed.

Boris…

Now that I knew my merman was real, and that he was captured by such an evil man I had to find a way to get him back.

I’ll steal him. I’ll figure something out…

You better watch your back Boris.

I stared in the direction I thought my blue finned saviour would be in.

Hold on, I’m coming for you.

[khaotic-kitsunes]

Hesitance

Let’s fucking gooooo!!!

Part 10 coming in hot with a bit of a twist? A new direction mayhaps, or just a temporary deviation. Either way, ya gotta read it to find out! But I did decide to put a name to the person that got shot...

So be sure to lemme know what you think!

🥃 AO3 🥃

Cheeky Kitsune 🦊💋

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 “You wouldn’t have to flinch away from (Name) if you didn’t ignore her warning, Denki.”

   You narrowed your eyes while Taishiro spoke, watching as Denki walked into the room, followed closely by both Tamaki and Eijiro, who you had asked to bring him in; it had been roughly a week since the initial incident where the blonde had gotten shot and after your newspaper-fuelled lecture, Denki had done his best to avoid seeing you.

 “Boss is right man, everyone was warned” Eijiro chuckled, patting Denki’s shoulder while he moved to stand in front of you, already removing his shirt so that you could inspect his wound; so long as he had followed your instructions regarding its care, you wouldn’t need to drag him off to your make-shift office.

 “Alright, already! I get it” Denki grumbled as you unwrapped the bandage carefully, not wanting to pull against the wound in case it had gotten infected; the last thing you wanted to do was aggravate the injury.

 “Tamaki, could you pass me the antiseptic ointment please? Looks like that’s all I’m going to need for today” You sighed in relief, relaxing once you saw that there were no signs of infections in the wound. Denki was a particularly lucky individual.

 “Do we really need that stuff? It’s fine right?” You glared up at Denki as he spoke, unimpressed with his lack of care. It didn’t seem like he realised how serious his injury could have been without proper treatment, though you didn’t feel like going into that sort of lecture so early in the day.

   “She’s going to hit you with something in a minute Denki, try not to stir up our adorable doctor.”

   “That wasn’t necessary Taishiro” You frowned over at Taishiro, who merely chuckled in response, offering you a kind smile before returning to the tasks he had to get through; apparently deciding that it would be better not to get himself involved.

 “Here” Tamaki held out the ointment you had asked for, doing a particularly good job of hiding his amusement at the entire situation; instead looking professional, as always.

 You let out a breath, taking the ointment from him before moving to cover Denki’s wound with the cool substance. Ignoring his yelp of what you assumed to be surprise. It didn’t matter if it surprised him, it only mattered that you finished applying it.

 “Here’s the fresh bandages” You looked over at Eijiro, mumbling a quiet thank you while taking the bandages from him; it still surprised you when they had the things you needed ready before you asked. However, it was a nice surprise.

 “And done. You can go” You wrapped the bandages around him quickly, keeping your actions precise before moving over to Taishiro. Finished with Denki for the day, at least you hoped that you were finished with him for the day; the last thing you wanted was to see him again. If you did, you knew it would be for an injury.

 It was easier if you didn’t see him.

   “Ouch…jeez, thanks I guess?”

   You rolled your eyes at his unappreciative comment, running your fingers through Taishiro’s messy hair the moment you could reach it; a quiet sigh of content spilling past your lips.

 “Tamaki, I need you and Eijiro to go down to the local mechanic…seems like they’re expanding their business without informing me, I’d like you to check it out. If anything seems dodgy, come back and I’ll deal with it in person.” Taishiro held out a folder towards Tamaki, waiting for him to take it before turning to face you in his chair, a hand moving to cover the one you had tangled in his hair; his touch warm.

 “Right, we’ll take care of it. See you later (Name)” You smiled over at Tamaki when he spoke, watching them leave the room before letting out a squeal; Taishiro having pulled you down into his lap, burying his face against the crook of your neck.

 “Finally gone…” His quiet complaint made you laugh, amused at the childish behaviour he was displaying for you; hidden to anyone else by the closed door to his office. It was a sight for your eyes and for your eyes only.

 “You really shouldn’t talk like that…those boys work the hardest out of all of your subornments and you know it” He hummed in agreement to your statement, wrapping his arms around your waist slowly, enveloping you in complete warmth; luring you into a dangerously comfortable embrace.

 “I was thinking…”

   “Well that’s dangerous”

   “I’m being serious here” You giggled at his statement, leaning down to press your lips against his lightly; hoping to earn his forgiveness through your silent apology.

 “What were you thinking Taishiro?” You smiled as you pulled your head away, tilting it to the side while he leaned back in the large chair, pulling you up against his chest so that you didn’t lose the warmth he was oh-so-kindly providing you with.

 “I’ve got a nice little cabin hidden away in the mountains…” His quietly spoken suggestion made you blink in surprise, not having expected such a suggestion from the usually work-orientated mind of his.

 “A cabin? Are you suggesting that you want to go away with me for a little while?” He nodded in response to your question, watching you for a reaction before leaning down to kiss your forehead.

 “For the weekend. We’ll drive up to the cabin with enough food to last us, drinks too…and relax, just the two of us. Sound good?” You smiled at the suggestion, opening your mouth to agree before frowning, chewing on your bottom lip as your mind went towards the blonde that had gotten himself hurt; as well as the possibility of others getting hurt.

 “What’s wrong?” Taishiro moved his hand to cup your cheek, watching you as you leaned into his touch. A deep sigh escaping you.

 “Denki…plus, what if someone else gets hurt?” Your frown deepened at the thought, making Taishiro chuckle and shake his head; apparently finding your hesitance endearing, though you had no clue as to why.

 “I’ll have Tamaki take him to the hospital to get everything checked out while we’re gone, same for anyone that gets hurt. It’s two days (Name) and as irreplaceable as you are, they can survive that long without us” You nodded slowly at Taishiro’s words, knowing that he made a surprisingly good point; they had been without a doctor in the building for a long time.

 Two days wouldn’t hurt anyone, except maybe your ability to walk given the shine in Taishiro’s eyes.

   “Okay. Two days in the mountains…”

[whiskeyjack]

EDGES (your choice which edge)

💓💓 DEAR

i will take the easy way out on this one--EDGES DELETED SCENES, let’s GOOOOO (i’m sorry, i’m a terrible spoilsport so i will probably end up spoiling edges if you ask me more)

i personally vote we should all start sharing scenes that didn’t *quite* make the cut into a fic bc of this reason or that.... i mean, like--doesn’t everyone’s plot *not* line up perfectly???? if it does, y’all have some serious gifts 🤩🤩

personally, the climax of edges was written long before the outline was, and then when it came time for it to shine and shatter the world--it did not fit. my heart broke when i realized i had to cut it out (one of the biggest reasons ch7 has taken so long, i was mourning OKAY) and had to make an entirely new one...did it, in its bones, resemble the original one??? of course. however, i still grieve the original idea i had some times, and refuse to delete it.

there are many many many more, such as, a beth moment: “guess you do need me alive,” annie calling rio “sex on a stick,” a midnight call between the two disasters (heavily influenced by all those phenomenal fics out there similar to that), and a petty!rio moment flaunting yet another woman at his side, and lastly yes. Gabriel using an incentive line. sorry, that will not be happening in this actual story, unfortunately. any other deleted scenes may influence future chapters so--sorry, i won’t kiss and tell. xo

[dokidokey]

all you wanted was a banana cake but you also made a successful, albeit messy, red velvet someway.

fluffvember track 09: food fight

word count: 1575

warnings: mentions of fire & of burning a whole house that is all

notes: idek my exams are tomorrow but letssss gooooo

FLUFFVEMBER MASTERLIST

“Do banana cakes have frosting?” You ask Tendou as he stirs the batter of your banana cake, his apron matching the crimson shade of his head. You can’t help but admire him under the 8 AM sunlight filtered through your glass windows in your tiny apartment, his red hair and red apron standing out from the white background of your kitchen.

Tendou hums, looking up from the bowl to you. “Depends. Why?”

“Nothing,” you shrug, “all the banana cakes I’ve had when I was a kid were from this local cake shop and they’re all sliced. The carrot cake, too.”

“So you’ve never had a whole carrot cake with the frosting?”

“Nope,” you say, pouting and shaking your head side to side, smiling slightly to yourself as Satori pours the batter into two rectangular pans. For a chocolatier that only tried this recipe with you because you kept pestering him the moment you woke up, you think this experiment will end up good. You sure hope so or all your effort will go to waste.

Tendou taps the side of one of the pans and calls you over, tipping his head slightly at the side. “Do the honors of putting your precious banana cake in the oven.”

You originally wanted a carrot cake (one with frosting and like, a real cake) but it was so early you didn’t have enough energy for a quick early morning grocery run, so you ended up making a banana cake instead with what’s left of the banana sitting in your kitchen counter.

Picking up the pans, you crouch down in front of the oven and place them neatly inside, humming happily to yourself as you close it and click it on, satisfied at the sounds of the machine.

“There,” you stand back, rubbing your palms on your black apron, “we wait 30 minutes, right?” You ask Satori for confirmation because you really aren’t sure. You didn’t bother to read the recipe because Tendou was there to read it for you. All you did was mix whatever he told you to.

It’s not that you’re lazy. Not really. But the trauma of setting your kitchen on fire never quite left you. At eight, without any adult supervision, you almost set your whole kitchen (and house, probably, if your parents had not come home any sooner,) on fire. All you wanted was some omelet but somehow got distracted. You didn’t know the kitchen was on fire until you heard ceramics break. Walking back in the kitchen, you saw the ceiling and your cupboards (both the floating and the lower ones) on fire, the reason why the plates and glasses fell.

You’d never talk about how bad you got reprimanded for that.

Since then, you never cooked on your own, much less stay inside the kitchen, unless you have someone with you. It’ll take a lot of convincing for you to open the stove or light a candle inside your home.

“You could just make this on your own,” Tendou says, opening your fridge and taking out an orange juice box.

Scoffing, you get two clear glasses from your floating shelf. “As if. You’d never see me start a fire inside this home ever.”

“There aren’t any fires involved,” he says obviously, raising an eyebrow at the oven holding your banana cakes.

“No, thank you. What if I forget or whatever? What if it decides to, I don’t know, malfunction? I’d hate to set this whole apartment on fire, you know?”

Satori just chuckles at your little rant, pouring you both a half glass of orange juice. He’d once complained to you why you only have orange juice and not pineapple or cranberry or apple. Orange juice is the only juice you can stomach ever.

“If you had a longer attention span then you’d probably be a chef right now. An omelet at eight? Pretty impressive.”

You scowl at him. “Yeah, pretty impressive of me to almost turn our whole house to ashes. So talented of me!”

Tendou laughs, downing his juice and moving toward the sink. He starts piling the dirty plates and containers in the corner. 

“You’re lucky you never got to－”

The banana sure will taste good if it ends up right because the batter is sweet on your lips, courtesy of Satori smearing it on you after dipping his fingers on the leftover batter on the bowl. Licking your lips to clean it off, you glare at him, eyeing the bowl that he put next to him.

“Tastes good?” He asks, holding back his laughter, scarlet eyes shining in mirth. You say nothing but you do quickly scour off some portion of the batter to your finger and wiping it on his cheek. You throw your head back at the light yellow color contrasting his pretty pale complexion.

“Tastes good?” You mimic, scooping some more and painting his chin and jaw with the sticky mixture. There’s a smirk playing at the ends of his lips and you should have seen it coming but the slimy feeling of the leftover eggs being thrown at your collarbone area is absolutely disgusting. A shiver whacks through your whole body as it trickles down the inside of your shirt and on your chest.

“Satori!” You complain, a scoff and a laugh merging into an absurd sound, laying a palm on your skin to somehow rid of the egg but you just shudder. “This is cheating!”

Tendou moves on the other side of the island, clutching a bowl of whatever leftover ingredients you had. “It’s not!” He giggles, clutching a handful of flour and flicking it on your face. A surprised gasp finds its way out of your lips, blinking repeatedly as you try to see through the power caught on your eyelashes.

A sudden idea for a payback lights up in your head as you whine. “Satori, I can’t see.”

“Oh, really?” He muses, clearly unconvinced. But you make an act of rubbing your closed eyelids and trying to blink your eyes open which you purposely don’t fully open, another whine of complaint coming from you.

This time, Satori relents. He puts down his bowl of flour on the marble top and makes his way over to you, a guilty expression on his face. He coos as he stands close, hands gentle as they hover over your face.

“Let me see,” he says and behind you, you grasp whatever it is you first touch, hoping it has something in it or else your act of revenge will fail. Gripping the container tight around your fist, you bring it forward and shove it on Tendou’s chest. He steps back, aghast, feeling his clothes soak in the water. You aren’t content though so you shove the rest of what’s left in the pitcher, this time on his face. His red eyes are wide in shock as he looks at you.

“Y/N,” he bemoans, a hand wiping the water off his pretty face, “this is cheating.”

“It’s nooooot,” you sing, shaking the pitcher on your hold tauntingly, moving away from him in case he tries to get you soaked too by hugging you. You place the pitcher on the island beside his bowl of flour, picking a handful and throwing the powder at him. A cackle slips past your throat at how he looks, cakes with flour that is sticking to his face because it was wet and the right side of his cheek and jaw a little uneven from the batter you smeared on it earlier. “You look really pretty, Tori,” you snicker.

“I bet,” he grins, winking at you and even holding up a peace sign in the air.

“We’re taking pictures after!” You announce, grabbing an egg and hurling it toward him, which he quickly dodges. The egg lands on the wall, slipping down the tiles in a yellowish goo. Damn him and his quick instincts. There’s a victorious, “hah!” from him, grabbing the banana peels on the counter and chucking it at you, hitting you square in the face.

“There you go,” he smiles, stealing the bowl of flour and grabbing a handful on his left hand, a handful of batter on his right. He molds the two to make it like a little snowball, the little ball barrelling in your direction. You barely step away from it, catching you by the neck. Your scream from the impact slowly bleeds out into loud peaks of laughter, head thrown back with a hand on the fridge door for support.

“Please, please no more,” you beg between giggles, eyeing Satori as he closes the distance between the two of you. His arms quickly make their way around your waist, his own laughter spilling past his lips.

He raises his eyebrows with a smile on his face, eyes shining. “You surrendered when I took most of the blows?”

You laugh harder, wiping his face clean with your palms. “You look like a badly made cake,” you wheeze.

“I’m your badly made cake,” he says, leaning his face closer to yours. With giggles still erupting from within you, you tip your head back away from his face.

“A red velvet one,” you grin, hands coming up at the back of his neck, playing with the red strands of his hair. Satori hums, pecking you once, twice, until you’re laughing again because he managed to smear what was on his face to yours.

this was late (and uh, a little all over the place) but whatever hahdiejdjd

[daddywankenobifics]

Padawan Obi Wan Kenobi X Padawan Reader- Quiet Time

Quiet Time-

Genres:  Fluff, Sensual, Slight smut, Padawan Reader, Padawan Obi Wan, Prequel Star Wars

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,702 (its a shortie) 

Quick Summary: Reader and Obi Wan are padawans at the jedi temple who have grown quiet fond of each other. In their time away from their duties as Jedis-in-training, the two engage in a secret relationship.

A/N: YAAAAAAY EWAN MCGREGGORRRR *EXCITED CLAPPING* I feel like this fic is a little basic. but very vanilla. i promise more disgusting smutty fan fics will be written in the future... but other than that....here you gooooo YAAAAAAY EWAN MCGREGOOOORRRRR

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The soft humming of the city planet Coruscant echoed through your chambers at the Jedi temple. Laying on your bed, you stared out of your window looking out at the city. Your eyes fluttered shut as your thoughts drifted. The life you lead was not an easy one. In this particular time of unrest within the galaxy it was rare to find a place of peace. At once you thought that all you could do was play your assigned part and hope for a new dawn. 

That was until you met that charismatic Padawan, by the name of Obi Wan Kenobi. 

He was known in the Jedi temple for being kind and chivalrous. As an ideal padawan, you often heard younglings swoon in idolization. You never thought much of him, and tried your best to focus on your training. Rumors of a golden-boy with a playful nature didn’t bother you, nor did they enthrall you like they had your fellow padawans. 

However the day you and your master were assigned to assist master Qui-gon Jinn and his padawan would be a day that stuck with you. At first glance he seemed no different from the other padawan. However as you continued to see more of Obi Wan you would notice small things about him. His smile and laughter, and the kindness he would show to the people around him. It wouldn’t take you very long for you to notice how he would look at you. When he thought no one would notice, out of the corner of your eye you would sense his gaze. In the times you two were alone, he would often stumble as he tried to speak his mind. It was endearing and admirable at first. You spent as much time as possible with Obi Wan. From training and meditating together, to simple conversing in your free time. The two of you were inseparable close friends in the eyes of the jedi council, but not to your masters. As the connection between the two of you grew, it wasn’t long before your masters noticed. 

Sensing the impending separation, you tried to distance yourself from Obi Wan. It pained you to be so close and yet so far from him. Obi Wan also seemed bothered by the wall you had suddenly placed between the two of you. Everything your jedi training had taught you, deemed that this kind of connection with another person was wrong. It was not the jedi way to establish these kinds of relationships. Obi wan held so much potential, it would be wrong of you to put his reputation at risk. It would seem that the tears you would shed privately would only pull Obi Wan closer to you. 

As if the force himself had drawn him to your side, crying alone in your quarters Obi Wan appeared. Drying your eyes, you confessed your uncertainties to him. Your feelings of attachment, of need and love. It was from this confession that Obi Wan confirmed his feelings for you as well. The relationship you would have with him would be far from perfect. No one could ever know about the love that the two of you shared. 

It wasn’t often you dreamed of your past with Obi Wan, as the past was something you were taught not to linger on. But on this moon-lit evening you woke from your slumber to the sound of your doors opening and quickly shutting. Sitting up, you held your bed sheets to your chest as your eyes adjusted to the darkness. You could sense a familiar presence in your room, as you stirred. 

“Obi wan?” You called out sleepily as you rubbed at your eye. 

“(Y/N)” He called out, approaching your figure. “I didn’t mean to wake you.” 

You smiled and laid back down as Obi Wan shedded his cloak. He sat down on the bed next to you, leaning down to kiss your forehead. He smiled as he stared down at you. 

“It’s alright,” You said reaching for his hand “I didn’t mean to fall asleep before you.” 

Obi Wan removed the top of his robes and laid down next to you, pulling you into his embrace. You leaned your head against his chest, and shut your eyes once again. 

“It's been a while since we’ve gotten a moment to ourselves.” He said, his hand running up your back and settling in your hair. 

“Now who’s fault is that?’ You asked playfully, opening your eyes to look up to him. 

“Oh mine of course.” He said leaning over you, and rolling you onto your back. “Then again, I’m not the one deceiving the Jedi council.” Obi Wan brought his lips to your neck and placed a playful kiss on your skin. You let out a sigh and placed your arms around his broad shoulders. 

“Oh yes, being a criminal in the eyes of the council is such a terrible thing.” You jested with a smirk. 

Obi wan looked down to you, and placed his forehead against yours. His hands cupped your face, as your eyes fluttered shut. “Perhaps you would prefer a partner in crime then, to lessen the guilt of course?” 

You hummed slightly, ran your hands through his hair. ‘Hmmm...I think that would be quite nice.”  You said before pressing your lips against Obi wan’s. 

The physical intimacy you shared with Obi wan was always filled with love and passion. Though the two of you were cautious, there was no denying that skinship was very special for you. It was the ultimate act of trust.  

Laying your head against Obi wan’s chest, you looked at the side of his face as he drifted peacefully to sleep. You pressed a kiss to his cheek before closing your eyes and returning to slumber yourself. Sleeping with Obi Wan was your favorite aspect of your relationship. The last thing you would see was his face, though rarely you would see him when you woke. Obi wan would often slip away in the early hours to return to his own chambers. On the rare days that neither of you would have duties to attend to in the morning, you would wake to find him by your side.  

Returning to consciousness in the early morning, you were woken by the sunlight pouring into your room. The feeling of a pair of lips on your neck pulled a chuckle from your throat. You reached out for Obi Wan, letting out a sigh of relief to find him with you. 

“You're still here…” You said with a smile. 

Obi Wan’s hands caressed your body, as he whispered in your ear. “Yes,” He said. 

Your hands trailed along his body, settling on the braid at the side of his head. Pulling on it slightly, you kissed the small bead at the end of the braid. 

“Don’t forget your duties my love…” You whispered softly. 

Obi Wan smirked down at you, he kissed your lips one more time before he sat up. He pulled you up with him, resting your back against the bed frame. He kissed you again, before reaching for your own braid. 

“You are my duty,” He said with a smile, “See?” 

You shushed him, before bringing your lips to his. “I think the council would disagree.” You said. Obi wan kissed you back lovingly, before finally pulling himself away from you. 

You stared at his back as he began to place his robes back on his body. Swinging your legs over the edge of the bed you stood up and reached for Obi Wan’s cloak as it had been discarded on the floor. You draped it over your arm as you waited for him to finish dressing himself. 

“Obi wan…” You said, looking to your bare feet. “When you return to the temple after this mission...I-”

You paused as he turned to you with a smile. The sunlight shining into his crystal blue eyes, causing him to squint lightly. Reaching out you pushed on his shoulder slightly directing him to turn around Holding out his cloak you placed it over his shoulders. Taking the opportunity, to embrace him for a moment longer, you leaned against him. 

“What is it (y/n)?” He asked, reaching for your hand. He turned to face you, a moment of worry on his face. You smiled and shook your head, before leaning up on your toes to whisper in his ear. 

You bit your lip before whispering to Obi Wan, before kissing his cheek. He let out a sound of surprise, before looking back down at you with a smirk. 

“Well that certainly is insensitive…” He said “But I must say that such behavior is not the Jedi way…” 

“Then perhaps I need to be taught a lesson…” You said with a smile. Almost instantly Obi wan leaned down to kiss you. With the swift move of your hand, you brought a finger to his lips to block his kiss. “After...you return.” 

Obi wan pouted slightly, you shook your head. “You should hurry. Master Qui-gon must be wondering where you are.” You said as you pulled Obi wan to the door. Peaking out first, to check no one was nearby, Obi wan walked through the door. He hesitated however, before turning back to take your hand. 

“I love you (y/n)...” He said, his eyes reflecting his emotions. You felt your heart swell every time you looked at him. 

“I love you too.” You said leaning up to kiss him one last time.  “Now go, hurry.” 

Obi wan was quick to turn on his heel and make his way through the temple halls. Shutting the doors behind you, you smiled softly to yourself.

Though you were now alone in your silence, the lingering feeling of Obi wan comforted you. No  matter how far the galaxy may divide you, and no matter the paths you may walk, the feelings the two of you shared would never change. Even in the cold and emotionless life of a jedi, living in times of war the two of you would always have these quiet times.

[prettyallfriends]

Pretty Rhythm: My☆Deco Rainbow Wedding Prologue

(Hi! This is the first Pretty Rhythm 3DS game, and is also where Rinne originated. My notes will be in brackets, and I’ll only be translating one option from each choice; my chosen option will be in bold. Also… yeah, some plot points in these games are dumb as hell. But the Rainbow Live game literally made me cry so they’re not complete nonsense haha. Translation starts under the cut.)

’Dance’, ‘fashion’, ‘music’. When all three are brought together, they create ‘entertainment’. A certain legend has been passed down in the world of ‘prism shows’ since long ago…

‘Lovely’, ‘pop’, ‘feminine’, ‘ethnic’, ‘cool’, ‘sexy’. And, of course… ‘star’. The prism star who could bring together the power of these seven coords and collect the ‘rainbow charm’ would acquire the ‘rainbow wedding (dress)’.  Wearing this rainbow-coloured, shining coord of legend was the aspiration of every prism star. However, nobody had ever even seen this ‘rainbow charm’.

Everyone began to see the ‘rainbow wedding’ as nothing but a legend. However… they were wrong. The rainbow charm has always been waiting to be found by a star who can use the power of ‘My☆Deco’ to create their own original prism stones.

This is the story of a strange prism star with the power of the rainbow. You will be playing the leading role. Yes, the rainbow charm… It’s been waiting for you all along. Welcome to the world of prism shows!

(Meganee appears, you are in a real-life Prism Stone shop)

??? (Meganee): Ah, welcome! You can play Pretty Rhythm here! It’s a super fun game where you can collect shining stones! The controls are simple, so even beginners can enjoy themselves! So, do you want to try playing Pretty Rhythm?

Choice: Hm… Will I give it a go…?/Now’s not a great time…

??? (Meganee): Great! Put in a coin to start the game! I’m looking forward to a sparkly prism show! …Hm? Wait, you’re… Come with me for a sec!

(You both enter the arcade machine)

???(Meganee): Welcome to the world of prism shows ! 

Meganee: Sorry, sorry! I surprised you, didn’t I? My name is Akai Meganee. I help everyone with their coords right here in the world of prism shows. Feel free to call me Meganee! …More importantly, you’re making a ‘Why did you bring me here?’ kind of face, huh. The reason I’ve brought you into the world of the game is… 

??? (Penguin-sensei): Meganee-chan! You’ve found the new star!? 

Meganee: Ah! Penguin-sensei!

Penguin-sensei: So it’s this girl, huh? Hm… hmmm?

Meganee: Wait a minute, Penguin-sensei. You’re all up in her face…

Penguin-sensei: Perfect! This girl will do great! You have the aura of a destined star!

Meganee: Right? But, wait a second. There’s still a lot we don’t know about you. So, tell us about yourself!

(Character creation. I’ll refer to the player character as ‘Player’ from now on. Also, there’s no skintone options… Shit Sophia strikes again)

Meganee: I feel like I know you a lot better now. Nice to meet you, Player-chan!

Penguin-sensei: Good, now that that’s out of the way, we can get going! …Huh? Where are we going, you ask? The Prism Stone shop, of course!

(We are now inside the fictional Prism Stone from AD/DMF)

Meganee: You know, Player, there’s a reason why I chose you. It’s because your heart is shiny and pure… Having that pure heart should let you use the power of My☆Deco!

Penguin-sensei: Huh? Don’t tell me you don’t know what My☆Deco is? Well, it’s better to learn by doing! Let’s My☆Deco!

(My☆Deco tutorial)

Meganee: Wow, amazing! You deco-ed it wonderfully!

Penguin-sensei: You’re clearly nothing to sniff at if you can make such a pretty stone first try!

Meganee: Hm… With your skill, I’m sure you’ll be able to make the rainbow wedding!

Penguin-sensei: You’re right… To do that you’ll need this… The rainbow charm!

(A peacock-design charm floats down from the sky. Figuratively, I guess)

Meganee: The rainbow charm has lost its power… Player-chan! Please bring the power of the seven coords together! If you do that, you’ll be able to create the rainbow wedding coord! If you gather the power of all of the coords and get the rainbow wedding, you can make a lot of people’s hearts happy-lucky! So, will you collect power for the rainbow charm?

Choice: Understood!/Will I really be able to do all that, though?

Meganee: Thank you! I knew you’d say that! 

Penguin-sensei: Now that that’s sorted, you’ve got to train from here on out! Your goal is to become a sparkling prism star! In order to debut as a star, you’ll need to practise prism jumps!

Meganee: Player-chan, good luck! …You’ll definitely be able to help that girl…

–End of Opening– 

Prologue: A Strange Power

Meganee: Player-chan, your prism star activities are just beginning! …Hm? Who’s the girl I just mentioned? Well, if you continue doing prism shows, you’ll probably meet a strange girl who has a pure white heart, just like you. Although, she’s forgotten something very important, so we need you to use your power to help her remember. I’m sure you’ll be able to become close to her, and your sparkling heart will make everyone happy-lucky. Feel free to deco your pure heart in a way that suits you! You’ve already learned how to My☆Deco, so next you’ll be tackling prism shows! A prism show is where the strengths of dance, fashion and music come together. It’s very fun entertainment! 

Penguin-sensei: The most important part of a prism show is the prism jump. A prism jump is a jump of the soul!

Meganee: A prism star’s excited heartbeat becomes their prism jump. I wonder what kind of jump Player-chan’s heart will create?

Penguin-sensei: We’ll have to see then, won’t we? Let’s prism show! ……Wait, you… haven’t performed a prism jump before?

Choice: Of course I have!/No, I haven’t… 

Penguin-sensei: There’s no way you can debut then! Hurry up, I’ll give you a lesson! You’re lucky, you know? You get to experience a special lesson taught by me!

Meganee: No need to be so worried, you’ll definitely be fine.

Penguin-sensei: The excitement in your heart will become your jump… is what my friend Jun said once. Hm? You don’t know who that is? Well, whatever. It basically means that if you believe in your heart, you’ll be able to do an amazing prism jump!

Meganee: The Prism Future Arena’s pretty close, so why don’t we go there to practise?

Penguin-sensei: Prism jump lesson, start! 

(Obligatory prism show tutorial, followed by obligatory prism show)

Meganee: Woah, great prism show!

Penguin-sensei: You really do have something amazing… and that is… a star’s aura! You’re going to become a great prism star!

Meganee: A prism star, huh… Wait, do you plan to enroll her there!?

Penguin-sensei: Of course! I’ve already told President Asechi that I’ve found the prism star of the future!

Meganee: Pretty Top has a lot of prism stars, it’s a very famous agency. Being able to go there is amazing! Congratulations, Player-chan! 

Penguin-sensei: Well… officially, you need to take a test to be accepted. Will you take the test?

Choice: I want to take it!/I can’t do it!

Penguin-sensei: That’s what I like to hear. With that attitude, you’ll definitely become a great prism star. Even if you fail, the important thing is that you tried. That’s youth after all! Now, let’s go! Follow me, Player!

Meganee: Ah! Penguin-sensei, if you drag her so suddenly…

Penguin-sensei: Aaah! (Falling sounds)

Meganee: Ah… they both fell… Are you guys okay? …You’ll definitely be able to collect all of the power for the rainbow charm. Believe in the shine of your heart. If you do that, you’ll definitely become a wonderful prism star!

(This is so fucking long good lord. I still haven’t been able to save. I haven’t seen my family in weeks. My crops are all dead. Anyway, after a transition we are in what looks to be a bedroom… Alone with Penguin-sensei… Ruh-roh Scoob)

Penguin-sensei: Good♥mor♥ning♥

Penguin-sensei: HEY! Don’t scream when you see a person’s face! That’s so rude! You’re making a really surprised face, huh. You didn’t think that yesterday was just a dream, did you? Pinch your cheeks, see? You’re not dreaming. This is reality! You’re going to be taking Pretty Top’s admission test in order to become a prism star! Why are you spacing out like that? Get ready! 

Penguin-sensei: This is your My Room. Just like it sounds, it’s your bedroom. You can change your coord and makeup here. Once you’re ready, you’ll be taking your test! Show me your power in the world where talented prism stars come together! Let’s gooooo!

–To be continued–

Meganee: Welcome to the world of prism shows! In order to become a sparkling prism star, please work hard doing prism shows and lessons. You have the power of My☆Deco, so use it to create a lot of coords! If you continue in ‘Aim to Become a Prism Star’ (story) mode, you’ll be able to meet a lot of friends with different dances and jumps. I have a present for you, the future prism star! Make a lot of My☆Deco stones with the power of My☆Deco! And please, save that girl… She needs your power! I’ll give you a present every day. I’ll be happy if you come to play tomorrow, and the day after that. I may even get you a surprise present for your birthday, so look forward to that! May Player-chan, who has the power of My☆Deco, stay safe…

(And finally… a menu. I have been freed from the shackles that Meganee had bound me with. Why did I translate that last bit of non-story info? To let the world know that Meganee is pure evil. Guilt tripping us with promises of presents so that we play every day and in so doing fall for her machinations? No thank you. Anyway, I hope people actually read this as it was an absolute slog to get through lmao! I’m planning on translating both PR 3DS games, and possibly the PriPara ones too if people want them. Also, if anyone wants a quick translation of the actual gameplay menus etc., I’d be happy to do so!)

[cursed-dreamss]

the color of eden & dream ; a short story

an original short story by raven ryans 

Love is - as countless other book characters would say - just a chemical reaction. But with Eden and me it’s more than just testosterone and estrogen. Addyson Peoria and Aron Rucynzski might disagree - but I say love is connection. Love is hope and holding on to one another. Love is finding the right people, people that make your heart sing. Love is understanding, comradery, and protectiveness. Love is communication - love is long talks and held hands. Love is messy and - and love is bold. 

*** “Edes, we have lives. School, work, roommates, aspirations, lives” 

“I know.” 

“We can’t just stay out here forever” 

“I know” 

“Do you?” 

“No” 

*** 

“Edes, what happened to us? We used to be so perfect. Everything used to be so easy” 

“We did. It did.” 

“So what happened? You - you disappeared, Edes. Where did you go?” 

“Where did I go?” 

“Where did you go.” “A place I hope you never have to see.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“Hush, Dream. Listen to the birds. Hush. ” 

***

A star. A wish. I wish for everything to go back to the way it used to be. Eden and me; unstoppable. Eden and me; laughing. Eden and me; best friends. Eden and me; kissing. Eden and me; trusting. Eden and me. Eden and me. 

*** Things can never go back the way it used to be. The old Eden is dead - she died years and years ago, the moment everything went to hell. Now all that’s left is this shell; fragments of the girl I used to be. I used to smile. I used to laugh. I used to enjoy life, God I used to enjoy life. I used to love; I used to be capable of love. I used to be confident; I used to be sweet, like honey, and yet tart like the first apple off the tree - some people’s favorite type of apple, others’ least favorite. Then reality caught up. Now I don’t smile, I don’t laugh, I don’t enjoy life. I don’t love, I'm not confident, I'm not sweet. I'm rotten, like the core of an apple when you leave it out too long. Nobody’s favorite type of apple. Not even Dream’s. *** “Green is the color of the grass where I used to read-” 

“No, that song is depressing.” 

“HEY!” 

“It is. Just the truth, Dream.” 

“I know a place we could goooo” 

“Also depressing” 

“I know a place where there aren’t any roaaaads” 

“Why does this song fit us so well?” “Where the grass is always greener” 

“Green is our color” 

“And doesn’t scratch your fingers” 

“Well no that would just be tragic” 

“I know a place” *** Eden called me. After a week of barely talking. She called me. She said I know a place we could go. I laughed. Eden knew - Eden knows - how much I love that song. No one has been there no one will know. So we left - we grabbed some edibles and left. Didn’t tell our friends. Didn’t tell anyone. Just - left. The most impulsive thing I’ve seen Eden do since high school. She was almost herself again. Almost. *** Green. Grass. Trees. Dream’s favorite sweater. The one I used to wear. 

Green. Leaves. The Spotify app icon. John Green. 

Green. Money. Chartreuse. What is chartreuse?

 Green. Mint gum. Kale smoothies. Emeralds. 

Green. Harry Potter And The Half-Blood Prince. Best cover. Green. The house I grew up in. 

Green. Dream and I. *** “I still love you.” 

“What?” 

“I just wanted you to know that.” 

“Oh, well, thanks, D.” 

“Your welcome” 

“Dream?” 

“Yeah?” 

“I -” 

“Yeah?”

“I don’t know if I can love anyone.” 

“Oh.” 

“Yeah.” 

“Well, that’s okay. I have enough love for both of us.” *** Dream is perfect. Everything I want, everything I need. I just wish I could love Dream as much as I used to. I loved Dream like the moon loves the sun - always and forever. But maybe always isn’t forever. 

*** I am blue. Cold water, icy cliffs, deep and mysterious. Dream is yellow. Bright smiles, sunflowers, open and loving. 

Put us together - we are green. Fresh leaves, rustling trees, rooted and wonderful. *** “FRUCK ITS RAINING” 

“WOAH I HADN’T NOTICED” “RUN RUN RUN RUN”

“WHAT DO YOU THINK I'M DOING, EDEN??” 

“STANDING THERE CACKLING AND SCREECHING THAT YOU’RE A STORM GODDESS” “BUT I'M RUNNING NOW” 

“RUN FASTER” 

***

“What happens now, Edes?” 

“I dont know.” 

“We’ll be fine. We got this.”

“Do we have to go back to uni?” 

“We’re running out of food, so probably.” 

“I don't want to, D. I want to stay here, with you, forever.” 

“I used to believe in forever, but now I think forever is too short.” 

“Dream Winston Grace-Riley, did you just quote Winnie The Pooh to me?” 

“Eden Christine Verena, did you just catch my quoting of darling Pooh?” 

“Shut up.” 

“Love you too.” *** I thought Eden loved me. All this time - I thought she loved me. I still think she does, deep down. She just doesn’t know it. If she didn’t love me, why would she call me and run away deep into the woods with me? Unless Eden’s secretly an ax murderer who has a liking for theater nerds named Dream, she loves me. I don’t know how to help her realize that though. I don’t know how to help her at all. *** Dream looks at me in a way that only Dream can. With love, with tenderness, with an overwhelming amount of adoration. All I’ve ever given Dream in return was bullshit - except for the beginning. We were so free. Full of love for each other; for ourselves; for the world. Now I’m held down by the binds of society - by the binds of the Verena’s - by the binds of my own mind. Now I’m full of hate - for myself, for the world, but never for Dream.

*** I laugh. She looks at me sadly, the ghost of a thousand laughs lost on her quiet lips. I hush. She takes my hand. I blush. Six years, I still blush. She tells me she doesn’t know anything. I tell her that’s okay, that we can figure it out together. She says she doesn’t know if she can do that. I’m silent. ***

“Dream?” 

“Yeah?” 

“I would be nothing without you. Don’t leave me.” 

“Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere.”

***

“If you could go anywhere in the world right now, where would it be?” 

“My happy place.” 

“Where’s that?” 

“With you, Eden. With you.” *** Eden. She’s a lot. She’s brave and compassionate and caring and practical and unique and beautiful and perfect. And best of all, she’s mine. *** “How do you still believe in magic? After everything that has happened to us - to me - how do you still believe that there’s magic?” 

“I don’t, not all the time.” 

“What makes you remember to believe it?” 

“You. Every time I look at you, I’m a little girl again - sure that there is magic in this world.” *** Love declarations. Sweet letters. Lingering kisses. Passion. Freedom. Happiness.  Turned into . . . 

Unsaid adoration. Not-so-awkward silence. Distant hugs. Unknown. Lingering sadness. Shadows. 

*** “I don’t wanna lose - I don’t wanna lose this with you.” 

“I don’t either, Dream darling.” “Then hold on to me, Eden. Hold on to me.” 

“I am.”

*** If you don’t want to lose this then try and put a little effort into this goddamn relationship. I want to scream at Eden. But I don’t. I don’t i dont’ i never do - I can't I can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t. 

*** We should leave soon. Dream has roommates ; I have work. Dream has school ; I have work. Dream has theatre ; I have work. Dream has a life; I have work. *** “When are we going back?” 

“You make it sound so ominous, D.” 

“I mean, it kinda is.” 

“I don’t know - we should go back - er - you should go back.” 

“Tomorrow?” 

“Tomorrow.” *** Our last night together. Ever? ***

Ever. *** I don’t want to go back. I don’t want to leave this perfect safe haven in this deep dark forest of just me and Eden. My problems checked themselves at the door the moment she called me, but I know hers came with us. Hers follow us everywhere, relentless phantoms haunting her day and night. I see them in the morning - shadows lurking just over her shoulder, forcing her to shrink under the pressure. I see them at night - floating over the moon blocking the moonlight from landing on her beautiful face. I see them everywhere. I can only imagine what it’s like for poor Eden. *** Poor Eden. 

Whatever happened to poor Eden? 

Some say my mom died. Poor Eden’s mother, passed away when she was only 14. Poor Eden. Some say my dad left. Did you hear? Poor Eden’s father left her and Ceelio. Poor Eden. Some say I died. Poor Mr. and Mrs. Verena - their only daughter. Dead. Poor Eden, she was so young. Some say I disappeared, never to be seen from again. Where did Eden Verena go? Nobody knows. She’s gone. Poor Eden. They are all true, and yet all false at the same time. My mother died - and yet she is still alive. My father left - and yet he is still around. I died - and yet I am still alive. I disappeared - and yet I am here, with Dream, deep in this forest. *** The morning I left was crisp, bright, birds singing, sun shining. It matched my mood. It did not match Eden’s. *** “So. We’re leaving today, Edes.” 

“Yeah, I guess so.” 

“What’s going to happen to us?” 

“I don’t know. You have a life - you tell me.” 

“You have a life too, Edes.” 

“Oh really?” 

“Me. You have me, Eden Christine Verena.” 

“I do.” *** Dream’s leaving. I am not. *** “Look! Its civilization! Edes, oh my gosh look look look it's a TOW TRUCK!” 

“It is indeed, D. Good observation.” 

“Come onnnn lets gooooo we have to get back to campus!” 

“You go on, I want a minute just me and the forest.”

“Okayyy. I’ll meet you down at the gas station, okay?” 

*** I never met her down at the gas station. She never came. I waited and waited - for nearly four hours. I told myself she had gotten lost, I told myself she had fallen asleep, I told myself she cared. I ran back into the forest. I searched and searched. I could not find her. Eden Verena was simply gone. *** Eden Verena had been gone for years, but no one had noticed. Every day I bled a little more until the cut that always bleeds had no blood left to spill. Until I  had no blood left to spill. Then I disappeared for real - forever. *** I never let her go completely. Every day I go down to the gas station and wait for Eden - Eden Eden Eden, my one true love, my source of happiness, my everything. She never comes. *** Dream has to let me go. I know Dream will - eventually. I will fade away until I’m nothing but a distant memory. Oh, Eden? Ha yeah, just an ex of mine. But Dream will never fade away to me. Dream is always - Dream is forever. Even if I’m not. *** My happy place. I told her she was my happy place. I told her I loved her, that I was there for her, that I was hers. I told her over and over again. I didn’t tell her enough. I didn’t do enough. I could have saved her - but no. I tried - I tried, I tried I tried but I didn’t try hard enough. *** Nothing Dream did or said could have saved me. I was too far gone. *** I will love Eden Verena till the end of my days, even if she didn’t love me until the end of hers. *** Goodbye, Dream. I should have said goodbye a long time ago. But I’m saying it now. Goodbye. I - I love you. I loved you. *** All things green die at some point. Grass, trees, leaves, Eden and Dream. They all die at some point - and maybe some point is now.