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coquelicoq · 1 year ago
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was trying to share a fun fact with my family today about a french idiom that means "to look bedraggled" so i said to them "hey do you guys want to hear a french idiom that means 'to look bedraggled'" and my sister said "can you say that again but in english this time" and i was like "i am speaking english? this is already english??!?!?????" anyway it turns out what she meant was that she had never heard the word bedraggled before in her life, she just picked THEE most confusing possible way to share that information. i was sitting there having a crisis like did i just say something in french and then immediately erase it from my memory or WHAT is happening 😖 that WAS english 😩 i haven't even said any french yet 😰😭
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cupids-rainbows · 1 month ago
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Can I get a Michael from LOTS stimboard? :-3
Of course! Here ya go! ^w^
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Micheal (LoTS*) stimboard !
🌈 🌈 🌈 / ☁️ ☁️ ☁️ / 💙 💙 💙
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ray-the-art-demon · 8 months ago
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Can u draw flowby art pls :3
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Here ya go!
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objecthusbandry · 9 months ago
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Its anon with the cursing daisy issue, I run a daycare for objects and the cursing issue is worse beacuse my little daisy somehow taught ANOTHER OBJECT THESE WORDS??? WTF DO I SAY TO THE OWNER???
OH MY GOD HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
GOOD LUCK I CAN'T HELP YOU WITH THIS
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the-eclectic-wonderer · 3 months ago
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Yayy you reblogged the ask game! 9 if you want to share, 44, and 46!
I did!! They’re such sweet questions!! Thank you so much for sharing and for asking <3
9. When is your birthday? 
Hmm. I went back and forth a bit on this one, but hey — why not share? My birthday falls on May 17th. :)
44. Who was the last person you said “I love you” to? 
This one is sort of complicated to answer, because ‘I love you’ translates to two different expressions in my first language, haha (and I don’t normally talk to the people around me in English!).
The first one is the platonic ‘I love you’, in the sense of ‘I care about you’ — what you would say to a dear friend or a dear relative. With this meaning, I said it recently to one of my dearest friends! I was jokingly scolding her and she (once again, jokingly) asked if I still loved her, to which I could only answer truthfully, of course :)
The other sense is the romantic ‘I love you’, and I’ve never said that to anyone (although I have thought it a few times).
46. What do you need when you’re sad? 
Oh, hell knows. My first instinct is to hide away, to be honest — I don’t want to be perceived by anyone when I’m sad! I want to crawl into a little hole and have a good cry and wallow in my own misery!!
I’m not sure if that’s what I need, though? All in all, while I’m not the type to ask for physical contact, I really really enjoy receiving it (from the right people), so maybe what I need when I’m sad is just a nice long hug. It’s got to be from someone I really love and trust though — otherwise I’ll just be embarrassed at my own sadness! And if getting hugged is not on the table, a good conversation with a good friend is definitely a big help :) sometimes getting distracted by what’s bothering you is the best thing you can do for yourself!
[♡ asks ♡]
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zouisexo · 1 year ago
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my dash is dead, do you have any recs for your favorite active blogs?
hi baby <3 why yes i do these are the best blogs on tumblr <33:
@braverytattoos @backtoyoupunkversion @greeneyesfriedrice @faithinthefuturedeluxe @walkinginsunflowers @wdbhgdotmp3 @trolou @tommos @stonerosestank @harrylights @canyon-lou @toxiclarrie @holyshit @fivescrews
im forgetting a lot all my mutuals are iconic <33 these are the ones i could remember :D i would suck all these people off <33
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redstrewn · 1 year ago
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Huh. If i go through w my original flower idea for my last mc, then my three MCs flowers together got something cool about them
Elisa, clematis = sky and ground
Nava, mimosa pudica = ground
Myx, edelweiss (not final) = sky
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ladyshadowqueen · 2 years ago
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sometimes i doubt my skills in fibre arts and really have a hard time calling myself a fibre artist but this christmas i handmade my cousin’s baby a sensory cube entirely out of crochet and felt and it’s like 40cm tall with panels i designed myself
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noxtivagus · 2 years ago
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zack n aerith 🥺🥺🥺
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lookingforcactus · 5 months ago
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Because I'm feeling whimsical,
What the fuck do you mean that's a quilt??? Round 2
All quilts are contest winners from the quilt show Road to California, 2022. You can see these quilts and the other winners from that year here.
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Best of Show Quilt
Title: Harlequinade Maker: Rebecca Prior Quilter: Jackie Brown Design Basis: Maker's Original Design "Harlequinade" is a theatrical quilt filled with visual clues guiding viewers to discover a hidden story. Inspired by Venetian Carnival masks and commedia del'arte characters, the quilt features the antics of Harlequin, the trickster, who has his own ideas about freedom and fun!
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Director's Choice
Title: Welcome Home Maker: David Taylor Quilter: David Taylor Design Basis: Original image by Margo Clabo, used with permission I first saw this image from friend Margo Clabo more than a decade ago. It took years to convince her to let me adapt her photo into a quilt. The image it depicts is especially sentimental for her. The challenge for myself was to create a pieced pictorial background and recreate a traditionally pieced quilt by using my hand appliqué technique. The project size was overwhelming, but I'm thrilled with the finished quilt. So is Margo. Time to exhale.
Note: To be clear, that is not a photo with a quilt in it, that WHOLE THING is a quilt.
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Best Machine Stationary Quilting
Title: Emerald labyrinth Maker: Kumiko Frydl Quilter: Kumiko Frydl Design Basis: Maker's Original Design As a starting point I used an image from the entrance to the EL Barkookeyeh Mosque in Cairo. Thinking of an elegant and intricate garden I added bursts of natural color and filled the area between the large elements of the design with finer ornament inspired by butterflies and plants. I set the circular image in a rectangular frame with a subdued complimentary design of rippled reflective pools.
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1st Place: Animal
Title: Woodland Wilds Maker: Ann Horton Quilter: Ann Horton Design Basis: Maker's Original Design My morning hikes in the woodland hills of our northern California home inspired this quilt. The rabbits are always alert for danger. This machine appliqued, thread painted and embroidered view through a window is surrounded by wild flowers on hand dyed silk and again surrounded by other wild birds and animals. I love my wilds things in the woods!
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1st Place: Human Image
Title: The Memories That Remain Maker: Lynn Czaban Quilter: Lynn Czaban Design Basis: Library of Congress Photos - LC-USF33-006183MI and LC-USF33-0061 I am fascinated by the human face and our ability to communicate without uttering a single word. The Portuguese word 'saudade' meaning a deep emotional state of nostalgic or profound melancholic longing for something or someone that one cares for and loves. Moreover, it often carries a repressed knowledge that the object of longing might never be had again.
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1st Place: Naturescape
Title: Desert In Spring Maker: Andrea Brokenshire Quilter: Andrea Brokenshire Design Basis: Maker's Original Design My Mom and I embarked on an epic travel trip we named our "Thelma and Louise Adventure" In Palm Springs, CA we visited the Living Desert Botanical Garden. This quilt is inspired by one of the photographs I took that spring day of a Prickly Pear Cactus in full bloom. I loved the leathery texture of the cactus leaves (paddles) and the almost translucent citron yellow blossoms.
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2nd Place: Animal
itle: Not Today Maker: Kestrel Michaud Quilter: Kestrel Michaud Design Basis: Maker's Original Design The chase is on! The Roadrunner is after his next meal, chasing a Common Collared Lizard through a steampunk junkyard. The desert is a favored dumping ground for the detritus of progress, even in a fantasy world. A steam-powered industrial revolution creates iron refuse and pieces of broken machinery have been left to decay in dry desert air. That doesn’t bother these critters. To them, this is home. Will that lizard wind up as dinner? Not today!
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2nd Place: Human Image
Title: Declaration of Independence - Voices of Freedom Maker: Nancy Prince Quilter: Terri Taylor Design Basis: Reproduction of John Trumbull's Painting The quilt is a reproduction of John Trumbull's painting which depicts the moment in history when the first draft of the Declaration of Independence was presented to the Second Continental Congress on June 28, 1776. The quilt front and back were created in Photoshop and custom printed on fabric. Four thousand hours over 4 years was necessary to create the quilt. The back captures the story of the Declaration and its signers.
Note: I'm not at all patriotic. But credit where credit is due. That's a fucking quilt.
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3rd Place: Animal
Title: Midnight Flight Maker: Joanne Baeth Quilter: Joanne Baeth Design Basis: Maker's Original Design Several years ago we had an injured Great Horned Owl roosting in our willow tree during the day. I took several pictures and was inspired to create him in fabric. The background features a painted sky, old buildings, melting snow and a rabbit on the run The foreground is the swooping owl which was constructed by painting and inking each feather and thread painting over fabrics and needle punched wool rovings
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3rd Place: Naturescape
Title: Day Into Night Maker: Deb Deaton Quilter: Deb Deaton Design Basis: Maker's Original Design Inspired from photo by Robert Murray with his permission. When the Arizona sun begins to set, the sky comes alive. I saw this photo and knew the splendor of this landscape needed to be captured with fiber! Sky is hand painted. Raw edge applique. Mixed media used: oil pastels, color pencils, inks to enhance the fabrics and create more dimension. Cheesecloth: painted to create spikes of cactus. Tulle used to capture the sunrays. Machine quilted.
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casaamber · 7 months ago
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Casa Amber's Guide to Luxury Interiors
As someone who appreciates the finer things in life, I'm constantly on the lookout for ways to elevate my surroundings. Recently, I decided to embark on a project to transform my Delhi apartment into a luxurious haven. After some deliberation, I knew I needed the expertise of a team that understood luxury and could translate my vision into reality. That's when I discovered Casa Amber, a company that quickly established itself as the Best Interior Designers Company in my eyes.
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The Casa Amber Difference: Expertise Meets Bespoke Design
From the moment I contacted Casa Amber, I was impressed by their professionalism and attentiveness. Unlike other Home Interior Designers in Delhi I had interacted with; Casa Amber didn't try to push a pre-designed template. Instead, they took the time to understand my taste, lifestyle, and budget. We discussed everything from the overall aesthetic I envisioned to the specific functionalities I desired for each space.
Casa Amber's team comprises some of the most talented Luxury Interior Designers in Delhi. Their knowledge of materials, textures, and design trends is unparalleled. They introduced me to a world of exquisite finishes, bespoke furniture, and statement pieces that I wouldn't have discovered on my own. Throughout the process, they patiently answered my questions and addressed any concerns I had.
The Journey to a Luxurious Abode
The design process with Casa Amber was collaborative and enjoyable. They presented me with mood boards and 3D renderings that brought my vision to life. I was particularly impressed with their suggestions for incorporating unique elements, such as custom lighting fixtures and curated artwork. Casa Amber also went above and beyond to source the perfect materials and furniture, even helping me Buy Coasters Sets Online in Delhi that complemented the overall aesthetic.
Casa Amber's meticulous attention to detail ensured a flawless execution of the design plan. Their project management skills were exceptional, keeping everything on track and within budget. The team's dedication and craftsmanship were evident in every aspect of the project, from the flawless carpentry to the expertly installed wallpaper.
Unveiling My Luxurious Oasis
The final result was nothing short of breathtaking. My apartment was transformed into a luxurious haven that perfectly reflected my personality. Each space exuded an air of sophistication and comfort, inviting me to relax and unwind. The quality of the materials and craftsmanship was exceptional, and the bespoke touches added a personal flair that made the space truly my own.
Casa Amber's expertise in luxury interior design goes far beyond aesthetics. They understand how to create spaces that are not only beautiful but also functional and comfortable. Their commitment to quality and client satisfaction is unmatched, making them the perfect choice for anyone seeking to elevate their Delhi home into a luxurious oasis.
Conclusion
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skythealmighty · 3 months ago
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can you imagine if like. object show characters were active on tumblr . i mean fans on here but his account is dead so. i mean itd be fun
#rocket talk #roc save #Fan come Back we miss you
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OH MY GOD NEW TPOT EPIWODHWND IM GONNA GO INSANE ONE!!! TELL ME YOUR SECRETS ONE!!!!!!
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HELLO??
#oh my god HI . THIS IS LIKE IF A CELEBRITY CAME UP TO ME IN PUBLIC. #ARE THE OTHER ALGEBRALIENS ON TUMBLR??? #/WHAT/
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My best friend is pacing around my lab. I think a new episode's come out on one of his shows...
#I love him (/p) but he's going to become an unskippable cutscene very quickly
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i love shrimpy but it feels like he rlly doesnt ... get what i mean you know 😔 at least hes trying to cheer me up? i just wish i had someone to really talk to when it comes to these weird things i keep seeing
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hey, i completely understand how you feel! im going to be busy the next few days with a finale, but ive sent you a dm if you need someone to talk to ^-^
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thanks, ill take you up on that later!
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...suitcase?
#i dont think shes been online since that last post #i hope shes alright...
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Reblogging this every time I miss my co-hosts!
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Are you Okay
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why do people keep messaging me about hotel things?? i barely even go in two's hotel!
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yowie, you all need a hug :(!!
#especially you baseball guy!!! #im giving everyone in the comments a nice warm soft cookie
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Reblog if you think Flower winning BFB was a good choice, you like cheesecake, you hate Steve Cobs, you think Platinum is annoying, you're a fan of Dr. Fizz, you watch Jasonville TV, you think Glowstick's elimination was deserved, or you're gay
#they'll never know which one #i'm gay
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WHY IS THERE INTERNET IN RJE AFTERLIFE HELLO
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GET OFF OF TUMBLR.
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YOU HAVE??? A TUMBRL???????
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reblog if u dont have a tumblr
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imagine needing to be Consistent to be popular
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Oh my god I finally got this thing to connect to the internet. Okay.
Hello, Tumblr, my name is Liam Plecak. I'm sorry for the tag spam, but this is an urgent enough matter that I think warrants it.
For the past year and a half, I've been trapped in another universe with little-to-no communication to anyone else. I've been reading a few posts here and there, and I think some of you might be able to help with freeing me and my friends (I think some of you have powers?). Below is an in-depth description of where I am, what happened, and who did this to me. Please, if you can help, send me an ask.
Keep reading
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hellofears · 6 months ago
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wasn't me no one in this home of mine voted for anything of the sort and most likely anyone I know didn't either. I forget how many ppl live in the uk sometimes peace and love to the william wanters well and truly
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#HONESTLY. not suprised though british mothers in their late 30s-40s i see you grandmas i see u the gay men peeping ur head out the corner#i see the princess fantasy it is not without its flowers i see it all and i meet u with acceptance#hes not ugly tho i'm the type where i don't think anyone really is or i haven't had that sort of reaction to anyone so idk though#also tbh idk how many ppl are actually taking those tests.. unless harry styles was on there because the fans the stans will get their favs#the acalades the little titles if they can with speed could be best juggler best dog shit picker upper best at climbing shit they love it#they love it all. their twitter handles at the top that shit gets cropped in obis paint on their iphone and put on twt like a proud parent#(i get it in that sense though its steering off the william topic matter)#with their kids art. was 1ce real in2 kpop and i got out to my benefit lot of shit long story i'm glad i'm in a better place now#since i got into in in probs objectively my darkest or some of my darkest not that u cant like kpop or talk about it or be in that scape#in a way thats positive or like healthy with me it was just not healthy unfortunately. my relationship is better with it now and i still#interact with content personally and more casually. i-#still have alot of love and appreciation for what ppl meant to me even if its different now i still have so much love for shit. just not so#deeply in the environment yk that round and round#standom as previous.. no doubt at the time i was thirsty for distraction i cudnt handle myself or my life basically my#life feeling like a fuckn tornado that was pissing on me so i probably no matter what were going to find vices but i have no doubt about th#talents and passion and artistry over there. all the racism and colourism n shit that just felt constant had a part#my conduction#what i surrounded me with my landscape because its a lot of inter like personal connections and heavy online bonding n just mess where its#like my fckn life force just i was screaming from the inwards outwards and still deaf to it. for me it was a host it turns out 2 be for man#cant track my gradual change really other than a year or maybe between 2 years we grow still thbink about stuff i hate myself for doing#the change happened gradually and naturally i feel though it all had dramatics its hard to track#there was shit before that when i was even younger and oh hellscape i fear it was bumpy i'm not gonna say it got better with age or smth#cause i dont believe thats true atleast not entirely i hate all of it i some of the connections i made are so key in my growth and i have s#nice wonderful like irrefutable memories i hope ppl r doing well so bad so bad some i even want to talk to again but i know for me i cant#give in 2 that pull and the day if i reconnect i will and hopefully there'll be wonderful ppl to reconnect with in that case to meet me#its all ever changing if i think differently in the future i do i just hope that will be me coming to understand myself and development#being hyper critical of myself tho i talk about me like i jumped through hoops to do detestable shit so its a balancing game and im wonky#its the fans the stans or its the royal family entourage they are vivid in my head or the ppl who came across it and decided to just add-#their 2 sence or saw it and were like hehe this is so unserious im going to be mischevious or take the piss lol#all of which get their acknowledgement its all fun and games truly those who take it serious will and shall however
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saphiccarma · 26 days ago
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Heyyy, I've never requested anything before so hopefully this isnt too much 😭 but could u do agathario x reader, where reader dies maybe from like disease or she somehow gets caught in a scene where agatha is trying to steal a covens power, and like rio doing everything to fight against her duty and having to take one of her lovers, maybe reader doesn't die instantly but she's like dying in agathas arms and is trying to soothe her wives. Idk if that makes sense its ok if you can't 😭 i hope you have a great day💕💕
- It was not your fault, but mine.
Relationships - Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal x Reader
Summary - Being married to Agatha and Rio was perhaps your favorite thing ever, the best part of your life. You wanted to be with them forever, but that wish is threatened when you touch a mysterious object outside and fall ill.
Warnings: Major character death, angst
A/N: I love this so much and it was fun to write. Thank you for the request!
You had technically got married to Agatha and Rio for about a year now. Since your type of relationship wasn't excepted by the town you lived in, the three of you got quietly married in a little cottage in the middle of the woods. This was where you spent most of your time, sitting in the cottage and reading books, or picking flowers, or testing out new recipes you wanted to try. Agatha and Rio come and go as they please, always too busy to stay in one place, and you were fine with that. They were still good wives.
Absent mindedly you kicked a rock, the little stone flying across the leaf littered ground and crashing into a tree. They had both been gone for weeks and you had heard no sign of them, no magical raven that had a letter attached to its foot, no quick check in, nothing. While you trusted them and their abilities it had begun to worry you. You stumbled a bit, tripping across something that protruded out of the ground. Letting out a quiet curse, you looked back to see what it was.
A glowing rock, a faint pink hue emitting off of it, sat nestled in the red and orange leaves. You crouched down and grabbed a stick next to you, pointing at it. When it did nothing, you reached towards it, and against your better judgement, picked it up. Searing pain shot through you, fiery sparks crackling through you. You gasped, your eyes squeezing shut as you tried to drop the rock. It didn't fall from your hand as intended. Panic spread through you rapidly as your heart beat faster and faster. The thing was now a bright pink, sparkling so bright it hurt your eyes, and stuck to your hand.
Pain coursed your body, every inch of you filled with searing pain. In a brief moment of clarity, you grabbed a stick from the ground, and making a big effort, traced a circle in the dirt and drew an X through it. Words were whispered from your mouth slowly as you chanted the spell. The lines in the dirt began to glow a soft green color and it wasn't long before they flashed brightly before disappearing.
"I was in the middle of something darling," Rio began, her tone playful and light. Then she paused, her eyes catching on your hand. "What happened?"
You grunted, "I don't know."
She rolled her eyes at your lack of response, taking a step closer and trying to grab your hand. You yanked it away, afraid she would get hurt as well, and that was the last thing you wanted. Rio rolled her eyes once more, fixing you with a reprimanding look.
"Let me see." Rio took your wrist in her hand, not caring much to be gentle, and turned it over, examining the stone. A curious hum escaped her as she poked at it.
"Well?" you hissed, flinching as her nails dug into your skin. She dug her nails deeper, ignoring your whimper of pain, and drew blood. The red droplets spread down your wrist. "What the hell Rio?" You were not in the mood for her jokes right now.
Your wife smiled at you, her dashing and cheeky smile that you had grown to love. Slowly, eyes meeting yours the entire time, she brought your hand up to her mouth and licked strip across the crescent shaped marks. The second she did so, your hand loosened and the rock dropped from your grip, landing on the floor with a thunk. A sigh of relief escaped you as you fell to the ground, laying on your back with your arms spread out. The searing pain that had coated your body dispersed.
Rio chuckled above you, her eyes sparkling with mischief, "Better?"
You nodded, rubbing your wrist absent mindedly, still feeling her soft lips there.
"You know what would make it even better?" You raised both your brows, "A kiss."
Laughing softly, her eyes rolling once more, Rio crouched down. Her lips met yours in a harsh kiss, she was never gentle.
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It turns out, the three of you had found, that the rock carried a deadly curse. Agatha had kicked the thing, sending it flying before Rio reluctantly retrieved it. The two had been frantically trying to find a cure, despite their supposed casual appearance, you knew it was stressing them out. While they were plagued with the stress of finding a cure, you were plagued with constant pain.
A sharp pain that shot through you. Some days it was manageable, some days it left you crippled in bed, unable to move and barely able to talk. Those were the days that worried your wives the most. Today, thankfully, was one of the good days. You sat with Agatha on the porch, her arms wrapped around you.
"You know I wanted kids," you said suddenly, your fingers toying with her own as you twisted them together, "Or at least one."
You felt Agatha inhale sharply, "We'll have them," she said fiercely, "We can have kids." The sun was setting slowly in the distance, the sky a perfect hue of pink and red. You always had loved the sunsets, and the sunrises, but there was something special about sunsets.
In the distance you could see Rio, perched by the edge of the woods, green magic swirling around her as she did who knows what. She had asked to be alone during the time being. But still, you couldn't help but watch as her arms moved fluidly to cast the spells, her body moving as if in a dance. A soft smile crossed your face.
"Agatha," you whispered softly, "You know that's not going to happen." Looking up at her, you saw her jaw clenched and a dangerous glimmer in your eyes. You knew, that if you died Agatha would take it the hardest. She would blame Rio and that was the last thing you wanted. You gently tugged her fingers, intertwining yours with hers.
"I'd want a boy I would name him Nicholas, little Nicky for short. Ideally, he would have Rio's eyes and your hair, my face, he would be perfect," you smiled up at her, pleased to see a dreamy look in her eyes. It wasn't often that Agatha indulged in fantasies about the future, but she always tried with you. You could imagine a boy, brown eyes that were darker than the night sky, but could hold so much emotion like his mother. Brown hair that was just a little bit wavey, and you would let it grow out if he wanted it to. And lastly, your smile, your nose, all your facial features. He would be the perfect mix up of the three of you. Something that was created through a force of love, but no outside magic used.
Her features softened even further when you winced, a pain flaring up in your back. You waved away her concern, straightening out.
"Would we make him with a spell?" she asked, her voice lowered to match yours.
You shook your head, "No. We would make him from scratch. No incantaion, no spell, no magic."
A little laugh escaped Agatha. She pressed her lips down onto your head, burrowing herself in your hair.
"Whatever you say my love."
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You sat in the fields, twisting flowers in your hands to form a crown. This one was made with dandelions, the stems intertwined as you threaded them through each other. Two other crowns sat next to you, one with azaleas and the other with black roses. You had plucked the thorns off of course, not that Rio would care.
One of the perks of being married to a green witch was that she could produce any flowers you wanted, and she did just that. Rio always grew flowers if you asked them, even if she rolled her eyes and said they were too colorful for her taste, she wanted to make you happy.
Your fingers twitched as pain flared through you, but you worked through the pain. The two had gone out that morning in search of other possible cures, but promised to be back in time to sleep with you. The sun was setting in the distance, the sky a beautiful gradient of orange and yellow.
Crows cawed above you, their black wings flapping as they soared in circles. A little smile flitted across your face. Both of your lovers adored crows, their passion for them always made you happy. Before you had more time to ponder if Rio was up in the crows, there was a hot breath in your ear.
“Boo.”
You jumped away, placing a hand over your heart as you glared at Rio. She was cackling, nearly falling back into Agatha who stood with an amused smile on her face. The purple witch shoved Rio away, moving forward and placing a tender kiss on your lips.
“I made you something,” you scooped up the azalea flower crown and stood, placing it one her head despite her pout, “Can’t you at least pretend to like it?”
Agatha rolled her eyes, “It’s amazing darling, I love it.”
Smiling happily, you rewarded her with a soft kiss before turning to Rio who was watching the scene quietly. You weren’t even sure when she had stopped laughing.
“Ooo,” she cooed, stepping closer, her finger curling as she took hold of her crown, “I love it, my love.”
You blushed at her words. While you loved Agatha’s pet names, Rio’s did something to you. The Green Witch placed it on her head with a broad smile.
“Do you have one?” Rio looked around, her eyes landing on the dandelions in the grass. She reached down, scooping it up before placing it on your head with a proud smile.
Agatha came up behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist, “You look beautiful darling.”
A deep blush crossed your face when her breath fanned against your neck. Rio took a step closer, her finger curling under your chin. A sinister smirk crossed her face.
“Good enough to eat.”
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You coughed harshly as you curled into a ball, pain flaring up everywhere in your body. Everything hurt and it felt like you were on fire. Agatha's fingers clutched you tightly, one of her hands carding through your hair as she attempted to comfort you. Rio was no where to be seen.
"Agatha," you choked out.
The woman above you shook her head, "Don't say it. You're fine. It'll pass."
You wanted to smile at her stubbornness, it was always your favorite trait about her. These past few days the curse had been getting worse, and Rio was disappearing more and more often. You knew what that meant. You were fairly certain Agatha knew what it meant, she just didn't want to admit it. Trying to fight through the sparks that shot through you, you played with her fingers, bringing them to your lips.
Your words were soft against her skin, "I love you."
"No, you have more time," she said harshly.
You felt it when Rio entered and based on Agatha's sharp inhale, you knew what she was here for. Painfully, you turned your head to look at Rio, clad in her green dress that represented the part of her that was alive. A bitter smile crossed your face.
"Don't take her," Agatha spat, her grip tightening on you despite your wince, "You can't." Trying to force words out of your mouth, you wanted to tell Agatha it was okay, that it wasn't Rio's fault. "If you do this I will hate you."
Rio's features flinched, but she made no move to step closer, "I held it off as long as I could."
"It's not her time," Agatha snarled.
While it was painful, you reached up, your hand cupping Agatha's cheek to force her to look at you, "My love," you whispered softly, "I have to go."
"No." She shook her head, so much desperation conveyed into that one movement.
"Don't hate her. Please? It's not her fault."
“I don’t want to do it,” Rio added, her voice wavering, and it was the first time you had ever heard her sound so fragile, so vulnerable.
Agatha's lower lip wobbled, tears shimmering in her eyes as she clenched her jaw, fighting off the sorrow. She closed her eyes, a small tear slipping out at the action and you wanted nothing more than to give her a big hug.
Her voice was oh so quiet when she whispered, "Okay."
A small smile spread across your face. It was only then that Rio came closer, bending down so her lips were just above yours. So many emotions were conveyed through her eyes. Words asking for forgiveness, ones that expressed her sadness, and some angry. You wanted to give her a hug too. Instead, Rio leant down, her lips brushing against yours.
The kiss deepened and that's when you felt the pain stop.
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trulyumai · 5 months ago
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Blinded by the Flame
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Pairing: Messmer the Impaler x Reader
Warnings: Blood, Death.
Synopsis: Left bloodied and blinded, Messmer searched. Not for revenge, but for his wife.
A/N: So, this fucking sunflower boss is kicking my ass. Im cooked.
Enjoy the story!
“Ah! Mother, please!” In the middle of the room, sat the legend of the flames. 
He balled up in agony, his fingers covered his face— his eyes entirely. 
Blood seeped between the crevices of his digits, his eyes burned with an itch, a feeling he wanted to tear out.
“For how could I— your spawn, be subjected to such a monstrosity of an ending?” The man cried out, his deep wails echoed throughout the chambers around his being. 
Messmer mumbled incessantly, begging and twitching as his vision blackened. 
He had to gain control— before the chaotic numb feeling goes too far, before his mind slips away completely. 
Think of the throne 
Think of the order 
Think of… 
“Wife,” 
He called out, saliva dripped down in a reddened  pace between his lips. 
Messmer reached out to nothing, to the blackness that surrounded him. 
“Wife!” He wailed
“Don’t— don’t leave me alone!” 
The lanky man keeled over, his hands beat against the wooden floor with fury. 
“A-Answer me! Your husband— your Lord demands it!” 
With a slurred speech, he crawled, began to move toward where he thought the door might be. 
His hand met with a stone wall, it stood firm against his blood covered palms. 
He couldn’t think- couldn’t remember the size of the room, the chamber at all for that matter. 
The  pain was piercing his mind, it left fire in its wake. 
“Augh—“ 
The knight continued his mission, persisted onto finding the exit, the way to his home- his love. 
Knees now scratched and molded over with scabs, he stopped his movement, as something cold came into contact with his dirtied palm.
Shakily a pale arm reached down once more and with his posture bent, he leered over the object. 
It was fleshy, wet with a warming substance and–
“No,” 
Firm hands acted, looked for proof that could refuse the perverse thoughts invading his mind. 
“No, no, no!” 
Shaky fingers guided their way to a hand, it was soft, so small that he could cover it whole with his own. 
He came into contact with a cold metal, a band that had been wrapped around the person's finger. 
His darling wife’s finger. 
“—Ah! No, this— this is a warning- a vision, it's a farce!” 
Not bothering to stop the blood from pouring down his chin, it fell atop of the bloodied woman. 
Her eyes remained closed, the middle of her person laid into a deep maroon color. 
As best as the weakened knight could, the woman was pulled towards him. She rested upon his lap like a deity. 
Her head was angled towards him, it sagged into the man’s chest instantly. 
He smelled the apples— the Elder flowers that clung onto her stilled skin.
There was no denying, it was his love that lay crumpled in his arms like a wilted lily. 
Only his cries were heard through the chamber, bouncing off the walls with ease as his wails got louder and louder. 
The cries were wet, uneven hiccups accompanied the tears. 
As if nature mourned her loss; thunder boomed, rain seeped down to drench the land and the wind howled beneath the winking stars. 
The man’s shoulders shook, he howled— it was too much, too far beneath the golden rays he was promised. 
Burying his head into her neck the man refused to move. 
His kin could walk through the gates now— with a cure for his blindness yet he would say put. 
For his protective reign is over. 
Now that his purpose lay still and quiet. 
His grip tightened, wide knuckles turned white with pressure. 
“Thy will bury it all in flame,” 
His voice but a whisper among the pelting rain. 
“I will offer it all; and join thee with the heads of the filthy accusers, who dare put thy to rest.” 
Biting down on his cheeks, more crimson seeped down with unwanted reign. 
“Rest, my wife,” his forehead met with hers, the surface sticky and wet. 
“My love will hold me here—“
“—nnnghh,” 
Thin red brows raised, with his mouth agape he let out a noise like no other. 
“Darling, love, please!” He didn’t know what he was begging for, but it came out in unseen repetition
Her mind was foggy, vision even more so as her arm raised above her being. 
It felt as if daggers pierced through her chest, and needles laid about her arms like unseen birthmarks. 
“–mer, Messm—“ 
“I’m here! Gods, I’m— lovely, hear thy cries, please!” 
The voice sounded like it was under rubble, or even perhaps miles of sand and dirt. 
She felt the light touches, how they guided their way on her cheeks, her jaw. 
It was a loving, soft touch made by roughened hands. 
Familiar hands. 
Tears struck her bloodied cheeks, a sloppy smile graced her expression. 
He hadn’t left her afterall— after the fall, the oncoming of soldiers, he was here, by her side. 
Grunting out a low groan, words fled her cut lips in a rush. 
The woman’s words slurred together, and the man tried to make sense of them.
“Slow down, my wife, slow—“
“Es, mess, yo— your eyes!”
On queue, the blackened holes throbbed. Dark pits of ash wobbled down the crevices and met the material of his armor. 
“Shhh, Darling, it will be alright, it will be alright.” 
Her lips shook with a new level of fear, of total shock. 
“I will take care of it— mother will help. I— it will be alright.” 
“She is the cause of such damnation, how will she help?” Taking her hand in his larger one, Messmer placed kisses upon each finger.
The woman gaped up at him. 
“Why are you so calm, aren’t you angry— hurt?”  
“I… was,” He replied. Still distracted by the kisses he laid upon her skin. 
“But thy are here to calm such a flame, hm?” 
The red knight pushed his woman closer, till the cheek of her face mushed against his dirtied armor.
“Let us get fixed, then such a discussion can be demanded.” 
Ignoring the woman's constant worried touches, a smile adorned his face. 
He wasn't alone, his wife lay huddled between his arms. The unspoken horror lay hushed beneath his heel, stomped and winded. 
Although he was blinded, left to die on his own, he could continue his push to the capital.
For the prophecy has already been foretold. 
The kingdom will be left in ash; with only his wife and him to huddle in the flames of ambition. 
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mandukkul · 2 months ago
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LOVE BETWEEN TWO — n.rk
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synopsis: you and riki have different ways of seeing love but, in the end, you'll always know who you'll end up with.
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moments building up before the first i love you
tags: childhood friends to lovers, non!idollau, neighbour!riki x f! reader, FLUFF!!!, only fluff and comfort :)
warning: proofread but might have some spelling + grammar errors
wordcount: 4.5k
published: 3rd october, 2024
authors note: this oneshot acts as a thankyou for all the followers and love i get!! i’m so sorry for not being more active :( BUT i completed this! and i just want to say THANK YOU FOR 1000!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU WHOLE!!! as much as riki loves you! and as much as we love riki :)
reblogs + comments appreciated
Act 1: loving 
Riki had never understood love – that is, until he met you. He knew he loved many things, like dance, and his family and friends, but if you had asked him if he knew what love meant, he would have buffered like a 2000s-era computer. Of course, Riki knew what love was; he had watched it in K-dramas and had seen it rendered in manga. By their definition, love was hard. Love was hard and difficult and full of miscommunication, but also, love was soft and kind and offered the sweetest touches to one's heart that anyone could ask for.
Love was everything, and nothing, all at the same time.
He then concluded, after the piles of pirated manga and dramas he had accumulated over his 17 years of boyhood, that love was simply you. He didn’t need to be a genius to understand that; he knew if it wasn’t you, then no one was going to fit that definition of love for him. Riki didn’t fully understand love, but he understood you – how he felt about you. You, in all your beautiful glory. Love was your touch, your smile, your laugh. Love was what he looked forward to every day.
You were truly the only exception to his dilemma of love, because with you, love came so easily. Love was just like breathing – it was so effortless when it came to you. Love for you felt like rain kissing his cheeks in humid summers, like snow tickling his nose during winter, like an autumn leaf falling on his head in the fall, like cherry blossoms blooming when spring arrived.
Love for you felt like nature, like it was natural. He was sure he had been born to love you, inside and out. From the moment he had met you at the age of 4, when you were dressed in stained patchwork overalls, obviously from playing in the dirt; your hair tied in uneven pigtails because you had just had to tie them yourself. Your hands clasped some wilted old flowers he had passed while walking Bisco; you had offered them to him as a greeting gift with that cute little grin of yours.
“Hello! Want to be my best friend?”
Four-year-old Riki didn’t know it just yet, though he did have an inkling, but he would be head over heels for the girl in front of him for the rest of his life.
He had stared at the flowers in your hand, weak and slouchy in posture. He looked back up at you and didn’t have the heart to tell you that those flowers were the exact ones Bisco had decided to relieve herself on. So, he took those piss-stained flowers and nodded his head with as much agreement as his little body could give.
At the ripe age of 18, as he watched you from across his window, peering into your room, where you haphazardly flopped onto your bed with exhaustion despite only hanging out in his room all day. He could just tell you had screamed into your bed by the way you flailed around at the edge. He watched you suddenly stop, as if you had run out of battery, flip over to your back, and lay still for a while longer.
He loved you.
You could sense him staring at you, with your strangely acquired Riki-sense. You lifted your head to confirm your theory, and there he was, leaning against the window frame staring into your room. His eyes lay still on the object that was yourself, and he was filled with so much adoration, so much love, so much bliss at even the sight of you.
And yet, you scoffed at his blatant staring, feeling his chocolate-brown eyes peer into your soul like the Ghost Rider from the movies. Of course, he had that stupid love-stricken look, and of course, he was already waiting for you to stare back.
Love for you had meant many things – too many things to quite pinpoint the right meaning. As you grew up, you learnt more about love than loss, and hence, you learnt that love hurts.
Love was like the humidity in summer, where the air was too thick, and the wind stuck to your skin; love was like the dullness of autumn, where the wind was cold and brisk but not enough to complain about – just enough to be irritable; love was like winter, where it got so cold you couldn’t even feel your face anymore, the season of sickness and disease that forced you to remain indoors and watch the sky cry frozen tears; love was like spring, when hay fever was at its worst, staining your cheeks with unintentional tears and a stuffy nose.
Love was hard. Love was difficult. Love was confusing.
You remembered every single time something you had loved got lost. The very first time was when the friendship bracelet Riki had made you when you were 5, decorated with mismatched charms and trinkets, disappeared one day when you went to the park. The nights you had spent crying didn’t outweigh the nights 5-year-old Riki had spent consoling and reassuring you that he’d make another one – a better one. But 5-year-old you knew the sentiment that was put into that very first bracelet, the one made without obligation to be replaced.
You remembered wailing about how it wouldn’t be the same, that Riki would have the very first bracelet, and you’d have a stupid second version because you had been careless. Then, you remembered the sound of beads crashing onto the ground, scattering anywhere and everywhere. You were scared you’d slip and crash despite being a giant compared to a measly bead.
“Now I’ll make two new ones so we’ll both be the same again.”
You couldn’t recall a more romantic and pleasant memory, where Riki had been so genuine and cute, so willing to give up something that was his to meet your happiness.
Five-year-old Riki really had you wrapped around his finger from that day on.
Despite your own volition, your heart bloomed and blistered, so full of him. It beat to the spelling of his name (in Morse code), and you couldn’t help but pull the threatening smile down into the scowl you attempted to display.
Like clockwork, your eyes locked with the same amount of love and willingness that you gave yourself credit for. You crawled towards your window and lifted it open so you could talk to him again as if the past 12 hours hadn’t occurred.
He was waiting for you, gazing like the stars had blessed his presence – graced his very being with the holiness that was you.
You had to force yourself to calm the oh-so-obvious flush of your cheeks, putting it down to hike up to your room as the reason for your sudden flare-up.
“Aren’t you tired of looking at me all day?” you remarked, and he was so quick with his reply, “I could never get tired of looking at you.”
Him and his flirty personality. You didn’t remember where he had gotten it from, or how he had developed it. You’d grown up with him all your life, and that part of his personality was still an anomaly.
You let a scoff out, rolling your eyes and folding your arms, blatantly ignoring the ache in your cheeks that you refused to surrender to his love.
“It’s not like I’ll disappear if you blink, relax,” but Riki had never been more relaxed than when he was looking at you. Not just the plain stares he gave during his maths classes, or at the dinner table, or even when he stared at his home screen that was so obnoxiously filled with you, but the type that showed interest, that showed he was immersed, devoured, totally consumed by whatever had his attention.
He liked to think he had found the perfect balance of clinginess and distance but still unknowingly leaned towards pulling you in.
“Most girls would love it if I stared at them,” he had said.
He was right. Nearly every girl at school would have sold an arm and a leg just for the boy to even look in their direction. If you weren’t you, you would have cherished and felt blessed to even have the Nishimura Riki in your presence.
But you were you, and you had grown up with this annoying brat all your life. Even if he could be sweet and sensitive at times, or when he tried to show you he was more man than boy, he was still Riki: your first friend, your best friend, and your first love.
Besides, someone had to keep his beautiful ass humbled, or else he would have resorted to those once-targeted alpha male Andrew Tate ads.
“To be honest, I find it a bit creepy,” you had snickered to yourself as he pouted at your response.
Those cute lips of his.
You had always known how to bring his rising ego down, one way or another.
With your smart and witty remarks, you anchored him just enough so he didn’t fly away and drift into the realm of egoism.
He couldn’t get enough of you.
“Fine. I’ll stop looking at you,” he had declared, but his eyes betrayed his words, and his gaze never, not once, pulled away. He had one eye open now, tilting his head away but still, ever so slightly, gazing upon the beauty that you emitted.
And you were still looking. Of course, you were; of course, you would.
You never took your eyes off him because he was just so cute, and his attempt to one-up you in snark was quite endearing.
“Good luck with that,” you had laughed, leaning onto your palm as you watched him sigh in defeat, but not before he caught your own gaze on him.
“Oooh, why are you looking at me like that?” he had prompted, leaning over his window to be closer to you. “Do you think I’m cute?” he wriggled his eyebrows ever so playfully, that shit-eating grin plastered on his face.
“No,” you had deadpanned, dropping your palm down to the frame. He pouted again, more pouty than usual, pulling a frown.
He whined with one of those annoying squeals, something you had grown used to over the years of knowing him. “My girlfriends are so mean to me,” he had said, frowning with his eyebrows pinching and lips pouting. You couldn’t help the small pull of your lips, seeing how comical he was being.
For a split second, you had lingered on his words. “My girlfriend,” he had said with so much pride. “My girlfriend” was all you really heard because he was calling you his girlfriend like it was your name, like it was a prize, a gift, a blessing. “My girlfriend” sounded like honey-laced praises.
He had feigned a gasp at the sight of you trying to hide your smile, and then you had burst into giggles because, of course, you revelled in his misery. But it was okay because the sound of your laughter, that joyous giggle, had erupted because of him, and that was more than enough to subside the little bits of bullying you always seemed to aim at him.
His heart beat along with the rhythm of your laugh.
It was late, and the stars had been watching your tales unfold.
Of a girl whose love yearned and pined, reaching the moon and kissing the ocean. Whose love was kept sacred and scarce, and yet, a love that was sought after, searching for love like hers. One that treasured and was kept safe, a love made of steel but soft like wool. A love that comforted.
And of a boy who loved like no other, so full and so rich. Whose love poured like the rain kissing the ground – endless and fulfilling. A love so abundant, it counted for the world.
There was so much love, too much. It was overbearing, consuming, and it was eating you both alive.
It was overwhelming.
“Hey.”
Your name had left his mouth like honey.
The silence of the gap between your two homes became deafening. Your laugh had slowly died, and your attention had glued onto him alone.
It was now or never.
Riki had known that love was you. He had known that the moment his eyes met yours, his definition had been filled in an instant.
He knew, he had loved – no, he loved you.
His second pause after the call had been enough to erupt a yawn from your lips, ever so slightly slipping past your perfectly shaped lips.
“You should get to bed,” he had said, but the lovesick gaze that you were too tired to catch said everything.
You had fought the urge to ask him what he was really thinking. You were tired, but you knew Riki – your Riki. You knew how his eyebrows pinched a certain way when he contemplated, only further accentuated when he hesitated.
You had his entire face burned into your mind, and your heart.
But for tonight, you had let him and his burning thoughts wait as you slightly nodded.
“I’m not gonna wake you up this time,” you replied, smiling ever so slightly.
You had left your window open, as you always did. Your window to his – it was like you were always together, connected through a fated string that crossed from one pane to the other.
Act 2: between 
You had grown to find joy within nothingness—or so you told yourself.
All your life, you had searched for things to put meaning into. Simple commodities that resembled fractions of joy you attempted to keep. As a child, you had never pondered trivial things that would be impossible to find answers to.
You loved the definite, the certain, the things you knew you could hold close to your heart and never let go. Like the grudge you held for the boy who had bullied Riki when he was nine—too fiery of emotions for little you to experience. Your little face had burned red with anger, fists balled and shaking with rage. There had been no stopping nine-year-old you from unleashing divine fury upon the bully. Or like the childhood bracelet Riki made when you were kids, which you had sworn never to remove despite the horrendous combination of charms. A symbol of your eternal friendship.
As you stuffed your locker with yet another textbook you barely cared about, you heard cheers echo against the walls, ricocheting straight into your ears. The stampede of footsteps seemed to hurdle past you, racing toward an unknown presence from across the hall.
You’d be lying if you said you didn’t know who that presence was. Of course you did. You couldn’t ignore it, not when his fiery gaze burned holes into the back of your head.
You subtly looked over your shoulder, and there he was, in his glorious seven-foot-something stature. You saw how all the girls crowding him seemed to be trying to attract his attention, calling for his name, asking him silly, mundane questions. Anything just for a simple glance, but all Riki could do was stare at you like you were a lost treasure he had just discovered.
His gaze alone spoke a thousand words.
"I wish I could hold you."
"Your hand is mine."
"I want you."
"I need you."
"I miss you."
Those were more your feelings than what you thought his gaze said, but you had an inkling he felt the same way.
In the space between you, from metres away across the hall, you couldn’t help but feel so full of him—him and his love. He was saying nothing, yet the whole world went deaf in his presence.
You could see, miraculously through the heart-eyed girls, how he fidgeted with the little torn hem at the bottom of his shirt, remembering how you had been the culprit for that "measly" (his words, not yours) tear.
You watched as he scratched his neck awkwardly, trying to be as polite as a boy could be when rejecting a starry-eyed girl. They gave him chocolate-covered strawberries—though you knew he’d only eat them if they were microwaved despite your protests—and little love letters he would never end up reading, also despite your pitied protests.
All you wanted to do was pull him out of the crowd of crazed girls, to scream that he was yours—despite often telling him that you weren’t an object and shouldn’t be defined as "mine." Maybe it was jealousy that rippled through your blood, burning with a touch of yearning because, of course, you yearned for him. Every second of the day.
You yearned for his touch, his words, his silence.
Despite your many reluctances to say so, you were so deeply infatuated with Riki, you might as well have sprawled it across your forehead. Every distant look, light feathery touch, gentle breath that brushed against the shell of your ear. Everything he did, you clung to like a hoarder. A stupid, love-stricken hoarder. Every thought of yours was consumed by him, captivated by his every essence. Feminists before you would have shaken their heads, disappointed by how much you thought of Riki.
Frankly, you were too smitten with your dear ol’ boyfriend, even if he claimed you didn’t show enough affection to him.
Maybe it was for the best, as your gazes left each other like strangers with a fleeting glance. Similarly to last night, there was an invisible wall separating the two of you, tension threatening to crack under the pressure.
Riki was still being bombarded by love-sick girls, his longing gaze shifting into more of a plea as he watched you with all the free space he was supposed to take up.
You ignored his plea, of course, turning back around and into your locker. You would speak to him later anyway—it’s what he gets for making you late this morning (you had waited for him, as you always did).
Act 3: two
The two of you sit in the silence of your room for a change. The curtains of your window that peer into his room are pulled shut, dimming the space enough that you can only tell his expressions if you’re inches away from each other.
Which you are.
Riki insisted on staying over this time, wanting to leave the musk of his room for once. But really, he misses the sight of your walls.
Plastered across from him are pictures of friends and family, some of him and your shared friend group, others of his sisters and you. He thinks to himself how you have a knack for interior design, pleased with the way you showcase your love through photographs.
You say it eternalises the memories, so even when you’re both old and rotten to match your insides, you’ll always have the days of your youth.
And there’s a little flutter in his stomach when he thinks back to this memory because you said “both.” He loves that you see him forever entangled in your life.
Riki watches you doom-scroll on that godforsaken bird app. He likes to believe he’s got all your micro-expressions down—like the slight twitch of irritation in your eyebrow, the lift at the corner of your lip when you see something funny, or the scrunch of your nose when you see a resurfaced video of Nikocado Avocado.
Riki doesn’t spend half as much time on his education as he does staring at you. You’re awfully beautiful in your (his) shirt and dirty sweatpants. You’ve never bothered putting effort into your appearance when you’re in the comfort of your (or his) room, having known him far too long to care if he thinks your shirt smells like perpetual instant ramen.
His eyes travel from your appearance back to your face, and he just loves you. Loves sitting next to you. Loves seeing your face.Loves your appearance. Loves your personality. Loves that you're the opposite of a breath of fresh air—you’re comforted in his old, musty room.
Because even if he and you were stuck back in his room, you’d never change. You’re constant.
He loves the way your voice drops when you sense your tone’s shifted higher when talking to him, saying you’ll never be caught speaking to him with a babied voice. He loves how you deny his obvious affection for you—behind closed doors, because he wouldn’t hear the end of it from his friends. He loves your loudness, your quietness, your happiness, your silence.
He loves you.
He’s going to say it.
As he stares at you, yearning for you, you pretend not to notice the burning gaze of your lover. Twitter lost your attention long ago—the nth tweet about yet another scandal circling the app. Instead, you focus on your breathing. With how wild your heart’s beating, the best you can do is control how you breathe—ensuring you don’t fold in front of the lovely boy cuddled up next to you.
If Riki really knew how much you adored him—his hair, his eyes, his laugh, his smile, him—you’d never hear the end of it.
In truth, you’re simply enamoured with him. You love him. Everything about him. Years of girlhood wasted on a beautiful and sweet boy. Girlhood never prepares you for how to love a boy so lovely, so perfect. You think about how there have only been a few moments in your life where you’ve felt nothing but bliss.
Childhood was easy; ever since that fateful day where you picked a bunch of piss-covered flowers, you had no worries other than befriending the awkward little boy next door.
You’ll be sure to thank your parents’ boss for the move.
Teenhood, not so much; it’s riddled with an array of angst and anxiety. It’s a surprise you’re not imploding from the assignment you’ve been procrastinating or having a philosophical crisis like “what is love?”. But no, teenhood, albeit filled with plenty of anger and sorrow, has its fair share of wonderful moments.
Like right now, sitting in the comfort of your room—for a change. You’ve spent time imagining how your life would unravel, always with him in it, and how it ended up. The pictures plastered across the room aren’t just for show—they’re evidence that you’re happy.
Blissful.
Without Riki, you wouldn’t know what bliss is. Feeling nothing but pure and utter love.
He’s everything perfect about love.
And of course, you’ve said “I love you” plenty of times—80% of those times were when you were just kids. But that was when you were just friends. A silly phrase, really, because if you ask anyone who’s known you two since you were kids, they’d say you guys got married at the ripe age of seven with grass-bladed rings and flower crowns, with any passing animal as witness to your youthful marriage.
But now you’re dating—the dreaded boyfriend-girlfriend status. Nothing’s really changed in your relationship. Riki remains full of love and charisma, his attitude never wavering because, as he puts it, he’s known you were “the one” since you handed him those dirty flowers. You’ve remained witty and lovely as always, retaining the same spunk you had as a kid. The only two differences (soon to be one) are that your status has changed from friends to dating, and you’ve yet to say those three words, eight letters.
The phone that sits in your loose grip almost slips out, clearly losing its purpose of mindless distraction. To your dismay, Riki catches sight of your fumble, noting that you haven’t scrolled in seven minutes.
“Did my shameless staring finally catch your attention?”
He’s shameless, alright.
You drop your phone, staring deep into his dreamy eyes. You remain silent, but your expression tells him everything.
Despite the pull of your eyebrows and the purse of your lips, you love him.
���Say… what’s one thing you love about me?” he prompts, ready to finally tell you those long-awaited words. He’s thought it all out—how he’d list everything he loves about you, like he’s about to write your biography. He’s been dreaming of this moment since you started dating.
You think thoughtfully, like you’re scrounging your brain for an answer, leaving the silence in the room to deafen him with anticipation.
“Hey! Stop thinking so much!” Riki exclaims, offended that you’ve taken more than three seconds to answer, while his response would take 0.003 milliseconds (at least in his mind).
You let out a playful giggle, something you gave up trying to hide long ago. “I’m kidding,” you say, smiling.
“I’m kidding,” he mocks you in his ridiculous, high-pitched voice.
You love many things about him, too many to count. You simply love everything about him, like a reflex you can’t control.
“I love it when you’re silent.”
Riki visibly deflates, a slight frown ghosting his plump lips. His eyebrows pinch into a “what the hell” kind of expression, and his nose scrunches cutely at your words.
But you smile knowingly, taking in his sudden silence. You tune into the stillness of the room.
A rapid heartbeat.
“If you hate talking to me, just sa—”
“Because even when you’re quiet,” you interrupt, stretching your hand out to gently caress his hair, “you’re the loudest in the room.”
Your hand travels from his hair to cup his cheek, and Riki—the ever entranced—instinctively leans into your touch.
“Because you can just look at me, and I hear everything I need to hear.”
Your words are soft, gentle, and Riki swallows the lump in his throat that he hadn’t realised had formed. He stares deeply into your eyes—a different kind of stare than before.
Normally tender and kind, full of unspoken words of love. Now, all you see is devotion.
Riki focuses on the silence you’ve created, tuning into the nothingness that you said you loved about him.
And he thinks he can hear it, the silence.
It’s so loud, it bounces off the walls, pounding in his heart—even you can hear it.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
“What do you hear?” He pulls you closer, your lips hovering above his, so close he can feel your breath.
“I hear ‘I love you.’ ”
Your lips mould against his before he can respond, but something tells him that you know. And besides, he has a lifetime's worth of “I love yous”— he’ll let you have this one.
author's note pt.2: its been more than a year since i made this wip and i finally finished it LOLLL it took me so longggg ANDDD i feel like its a bit lackluster in the second act... ENJOY THOUGH. i love the the ending
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