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[jicklet]

Nancy Drew (2019-2023)

Thank you for 62 spooky, funny, wonderful episodes about love. ♥

[just-french-me-up]

If you'd still like Dreamling kiss prompts, how about 7 or 17?

@martybaker asked : Hello, your fics are so lovely! May I humbly request ‘A kiss to shut them up’ if you’re still taking prompts? 👉👈 @anonymous asked : Thoughts on dreamling 7 or 17 (to shut them up or to distract - maybe even both at once?) for the kiss prompts?

We're shutting him up, yall! This is a Retired!Dream one, in which Dream struggles with the human body and human condition, and can't see how he can measure up to his old self in Hob's eyes. Angsty you say? Deceivingly horny I raise you! I kept this sorta M rated but... hey if there's more to come *winkwink* who knows?

The human body was a curious thing. It required constant attention, fluids, fuel, maintenance, care. And yet it was so... limiting. Morpheus could still remember how it felt, to think of a place and feel the ground shift under his feet without ever having to move. There had been no hunger then. No thirst. No itching, for his skin had never had the notion that it could be too dry.

If he had ever felt those things, it had been because he had chosen to.

Now the world imposed itself to him, there wasn't much of a choice.

Urges baffled him the most. The dryness coating his mouth on a particularly hot day, his mind conjuring up images of cold, condensation-weeping bottles. The drowsiness taking hold of him after dinner, weighing on his eyelids. The burning, devouring heat flaring in his abdomen as Hob would step out of the shower, a towel lazily tied around his hips, the line of hair trailing down his navel guiding Morpheus' gaze downwards.

It was a strange thing, to be overcome by such sensations. An infuriating thing, really. He ought to be able to resist them. He had been able to resist them, once, to ignore them, dismiss them into nothing if he so chose. How vexing it was, to be a creature of wants and needs, when your existence had been nothing but careful control.

He would not tell Hob, but he could not help but feel... lesser. How clever could his mind be, now that he only had access to his own? How good could his hands be, he who had been able to breathe life into dream clay, fashion lands and castles with a single thought? How pleasing could his touch be, now that he was barred from his lover's unconscious? How could he compare to who and what he had been, once?

They had not made love ever since his encounter with the Kindly Ones. Hob had never pushed, reading Morpheus far better than Morpheus ever could, now. There had been times, here and there, when Morpheus had thought they would, with lingering kisses growing deeper, embraces in bed tighter, but something had held him back. Some bitter gnawing feeling at the pit of his stomach. Yet another thing he could not seem to control.

Yet he wanted. Desperately, frustratingly so. The most mundane things would strike him as the most erotic sights he could fathom. Hob drinking his coffee in the morning, his Adam's apple bobbing as he'd swallow. Hob reading the day's papers, his gaze intent, focused. Hob reaching up to grab this or that from a cupboard, his shirt riding up and showing his navel, while his tired pajama bottoms hung from his hips, revealing the slight dips there, a hint of hair...

Morpheus' body would betray him often, subjecting him to fantasies and erections that, much like the rest, he held little control over. Unlike food, lust was a hunger he never seemed to satisfy. It only grew.

If Hob had ever caught him staring, he never said anything. Instead, he was highly skilled at noticing when Morpheus' mind would start spinning on itself, feeding the loop of existential dread looming over him. He had taken to giving Morpheus tasks, then, something to focus on. Although it would not quite clear the storm, it muffled it somewhat.

Perhaps he'd sensed another one of Morpheus' spirals that night, when his voice rose from the bedroom.

"Oh, bollocks! Love? Might need a hand here."

As he stepped inside the bedroom, Morpheus found Hob standing by the mirror, struggling with his button-up. He flashed a quick contrite smile at him, emphatically tugging at the fabric.

"Can't manage to button those buggers off," he explained.

"Allow me."

The human condition was one thing, but buttons he could handle. Morpheus' touch was methodical, surgical almost, as he focused on the task at hand, yet three buttons later, he could not help but feel his focus slip. He could feel Hob's warmth under his fingertips. His heartbeat. As he breathed in, Hob's scent filled his lungs, distracting him further. By the time he was done with the shirt, his mind had gone elsewhere.

Hob wore an undershirt, a thin, almost see-through thing. It required barely any effort to see his chest in spite of the fabric. Morpheus' eyes trailed down, heat flushing his cheeks. Mindlessly, his thumb traced the line of hair down Hob's abdomen, his mouth filled with want. He could feel hot breath against his lips. Humans were not meant to withstand such hunger.

They were kissing before Morpheus could articulate another thought, Hob's mouth warm and soft against his, the coarse brush of his stubble adding fuel to the fire overtaking him. No doubt Hob had meant for this to be tender, but Morpheus was famished, taking, and taking, and taking all that was offered until his lungs might explode. He found himself gasping against Hob, nose to nose, forehead to forehead.

"Hey," Hob whispered, gentle to a fault. "It's okay. There's no rush."

Morpheus swallowed hard, feverishly catching his breath. Hob's palm was invitingly cool against his cheek.

"I will keep," he continued. "We don't have to―"

"I want to," Morpheus rasped, weeks of frustration pushing the words out of him. "I want you. I just―"

"Just what?"

The patience in his voice was the lifeline Morpheus held onto as he sighed, embarrassment flooding through him.

"This form, it feels... finite. Flawed. Lacking."

Fallible, he did not say. He watched as Hob's eyes grew round, ridicule joining embarrassment.

"Duck―"

"I am not as I once was," he continued, overcome with the need to justify himself. "I am no longer suited to anticipate your every want. I can not satisfy you to the degree I once could. Everything I have to offer is bound to disappoint in comparison."

Hob's stare felt heavy, too heavy for Morpheus to hold, but as he looked away, Hob took his chin between his fingers, directing his gaze back to him.

"Love, I―. Sex is not about making some kind of... of ranking."

"Your unconscious would rank it, regardless."

"Fuck my unconscious. It's my conscious self who wants you, magic dick or not."

The corners of Hob's mouth twitched at his own joke, but seriousness soon took over.

"I love you," he said, prompting Morpheus to look away again. "I love you. I would love you Endless, I would love you human, I would love you if you were a tentacled monster and hell, you've been that before if you'd recall!"

Morpheus fought back the smile creeping up on his lips.

"I never cared how we'd fuck. Well, I did, but― I did because it was you. I wanted to be with you. I still do."

Hob sighed, and they stood in silence for a moment, looking at each other.

"At least now we know that mind of yours is well and truly yours and not a Dream of the Endless exclusive."

"An unfortunate discovery."

Hob's hand settled on Morpheus' waist, his thumb brushing the fabric of his shirt.

"I do want you," he said. "Whenever you're ready. If ever. But I don't want you holding back because you've convinced yourself I may not enjoy it well enough, according to some cosmic standard you've set for yourself."

Morpheus nodded slowly, his own thumb back to tracing the happy trail on Hob's stomach.

"I have always found you pleasing enough, after all," he dared, shooting a tentative look at Hob. "As human as you are."

Hob made a face, pulling him closer by the waist.

"Your compliments need work, duck. But I do think there's a silver lining to this whole human condition you are overlooking."

"Is that so?"

Hob smirked at him, fully conscious of how devilishly handsome that made him. He had had, after all, centuries to hone those skills. How long would it take him?

"You no longer have access to my unconscious, right?"

"I do not."

"Which means you can no longer anticipate my every want, as you said."

Now that was rubbing salt into the wound.

"Yes," he conceded with a frown.

"Well imagine how arousing it is, my love," Hob said, his eyes darker by the second, "to be able to surprise you."

A warm shiver went down Morpheus' spine, sending his pulse into a frantic race. He swallowed thickly, holding Hob's gaze.

"How arousing?"

"Very. Cock-achingly, one might say."

Morpheus glanced down, finding Hob's trousers tight, his hard cock pressing against the fabric, making his knees weak. The human body truly was weak in the most delicious way.

"I could dare you to surprise me," he teased back, his breathing loud in his ears.

"You could."

Gods, that mouth of his, Morpheus was quite certain he could be undone from that tone alone. But still.

"But should you find me displeasing, you ought to―"

The rest of his words were swallowed into a kiss, unheard and discarded, replaced by tender sighs and wanting hands, and after a while, Morpheus found he'd forgotten what they even were, his mind blissfully blank save for pleasure.

The human body was a curious thing. A highly pleasing thing, at times.

Send me a kissing prompt?

[threshasketch]

Near had to switch safe houses in a hurry and leave behind all of his toys! Will you help gather some new ones for him?

(Reblog with a picture of a toy to put it into the box, and if it's cute, I might just draw chibi Near playing with it! ♥)

[memorycare]

Abdelaziz and a friend singing in harmony with the noise of a drone used as a tool of psychological warfare to prevent the people of Gaza from sleeping.

Abdelaziz is in critical condition and in a coma due to drinking contaminated water, and is in desperate need of medication. You can donate to his GoFundMe here → ( https://gofund.me/055a1937 )

[hiisheart]

@rebelliousfamily said: Nancy came over to Mike and handed him a wrapped box. "I got you something. Me and Steve saw it when we went shopping and we thought that it was perfect for you." She smiled fondly. She and Steve were expecting a baby and they hadn't told anyone yet. She wanted Mike to be the first to know so she had gotten him a mug that read 'Worlds Best Uncle.' She had just wanted to see how long it would take him to actually register that she was pregnant.

┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ♥︎ . *. ⋆ ... WAIT, NANCY GOT HIM A PRESENT? but it wasn't his birthday, not as far as he could tell. well, it was a few days ago, but then again, it was very unlike nancy to miss deadlines or forget dates, even the birthday of the brother she didn't pay a ton of attention to. to help with his own SANITY, he chose to believe that she somehow forgot his birthday, opting to take the gift from her and experimentally rip the wrapping paper and packaging aside.

inside was a mug — something he'd been needing for himself rather than taking those of his father's — but the message on it was even more PERPLEXING than the idea of his older sister forgetting his birthday. ' world's best uncle ' ... what in blazes could that mean?

then he remembered, and it all added up. nancy being with steve, spending all her time with him, talking about their future together. the puzzle pieces CLICKED together in his head, hinted by the way his jaw dropped and his eyes popped open in surprise.

❝ holy shit, are you serious? ❞ he exclaims in excitement. ❝ are you actually having a baby?! ❞

UNPROMPTED ASKS . ( ALWAYS ACCEPTING ! )

[sysig]

Growing closer than expected (Patreon)

[tenebriism]

A delightful little tune is hummed nonchalantly by the warrior as he arranges a series of vibrantly hued flowers, tilting his head as he shifted between the pattern in which each was presented. Deep red carnations, yellow peonies and a dusting of white baby breath compose a simple bouquet representing all manner of passion, affection and love. He lights up upon finally reaching an arrangement he can be proud of, wrapping the flowers tightly in a simple paper tied with an elegant red ribbon. Although the tie of the ribbon wasn't perfect it still conveyed some manner of care and thought; at least it was unlikely Zenos would care that the ribbon was a little... scraggly.

His ears perk up at nearing footsteps, a smile lighting his face just as his heart quickens its pace with a mix of nervousness and excitement. Hopping down from his chair he swiftly hid the arrangement behind his back, lighting up once more as the tall man entered the room.

"I have a surprise for you!" he chirped, bright eyes sparkling in a way seldom seen in some time. He stepped closer ere pulling the bouquet from behind his back, presenting it with a nervous smile and a swift flush that tinted his face and the tips of his ears a bright pink. "I, uh. I made this for you. I know not if flowers are of any import to you but... 'tis a method of showing my affections and I thought it a fun gesture." It was a wonder he didn't stammer over his words, however as he went on his gaze nervously dropped. Perhaps it was fear that made him look away, worry that his gesture would be construed as ridiculous and a waste of time. He wouldn't, though, dismiss his own gesture and instead held it out for Zenos, hoping that his gift would be accepted despite rising doubts.

'Tis strange, mayhap worrisome, to an increasing degree, that the static has been... quieter as of late. Though he'd had plenty of time to mull over his own thoughts whilst Fandaniel saw to the brunt of their efforts to bring the world, and the Warrior of Light who protected it, to its knees, everything had still felt so unrelentingly LOUD and suffocating ( not that Fandaniel's chattiness and terrible need to KISS UP to his superior helped any; the prince knew only a FRACTION of peace when the irksome jester was out doing his bidding. )

Here, with Rothalion, though, it felt... quiet, but not in the haunting sort of way, as if something eerie and unsettling lurks in the distance. Rather, there's a foreign sense of normalcy to this life they have begun to build together. A level of TRANQUILITY he's certainly not deserving of, but is, to some degree, warily enjoying all the same. Rothalion is teaching him many a thing amidst his time here--- things the royal Garlean trainers and instructors would surely have LAUGHED at back during his childhood. They sleep together, and wake to greet the day side by side. Cook, clean, indulge in a number of Rothalion's hobbies--- all some strange form of domesticity, sure to be ruined by SOMETHING or another in the coming days, but for now, he is content to merely EXIST as Rothalion pulls him anywhere he sees fit, involving him in every facet of his day to day.

Even now, the towering prince looks less like a MONSTER and more like a MAN as he stands in the bedroom, running lengthy fingertips over one of the outfits Rothalion had saw fit to purchase him. He'd had little need for many normal garments back then -- one never knew when the call to arms would come blaring, and Zenos ALWAYS wanted to be ready for his ' friend ' -- but upon Rothalion's insistence, he had peeled off the bulk of his armor and battle worn robes, and exchanged it for something far less... intimidating in appearance, and notably more comfortable. Less likely to bring ruin to the elezen's precious items that way, too, as if Zenos' size and stature were not threats to everything in the vicinity just by him ducking through the entryway and standing in the room.

Speaking of--- there's a ribbon amongst the garments that has a presently undetermined purpose. Is it for his hair? Something to hang loosely from one of the tunics? When in doubt, he has learned, he should take his inquiries to Ro, and with the aforementioned ribbon plucked and held betwixt his fingers, he stalks off to do just that.

--- only to be approached by the literal sun itself. " A ... surprise. Hm. " Zenos Yae Galvus is not one to do ' surprises, ' unless the surprise itself is formidable foe wrapped in ribbon and battle scars, but he shan't voice that aloud. Not when Rothalion seems extremely excited to bestow upon him this ' surprise. '

Flowers are very much adored and FAVORED by the elezen -- another thing Zenos had swiftly learned in their time together -- and though their meanings are more than often lost to him, he can mutually admit that they are beautiful to look at, long as he is not amongst them. Everything he touches or so much as stands near loses its luster; understandably, then, he doesn't know how to react when Rothalion holds out a bundle of lovingly tended to and arranged blossoms, but he'll take them.

He'll take them because Rothalion curated it for him, and it makes the elezen... visibly happy, for once.

Empty blues linger upon the blossoms without a partnered response for a few moments, before the ribbon he'd initially brought in to question slips from his fingers and descends to the ground. Instead, he pulls the one from 'round the bouquet, making certain it remained bundled within the paper with his free hand so as to not ruin the collection, and holds it out towards Rothalion. " This one. See to it that my hair is gathered within it. " A pause, in consideration of his words, before he tacks on a quieter, " Please. "

As for the flowers, they're pulled to his nose, then, to be appreciated as flowers SHOULD be -- in gaze and in smell, just before he holds the bundle right back towards Rothalion. 'Tis not to reject or RETURN it, nay, but, " I do not know what to do with these. I do not know how to ensure they live to their fullest potential. " Their lessons on flowers were still in the beginning stages, after all, so he is woefully unprepared to tend to this bouquet to the extent it deserves to be. " Place them where they shall thrive; I entrust this task to your capable judgment. "

Later, should Rothalion happen to look upwards enough, he'll see one of the blossoms placed comfortably, and securely, within Zenos' hair, and others tucked into several parts of his outfit, as well.

@draikoeques ;;

[izmaddieyt]

hey so

First of all, if I’m on anon, it’s for a reason, mainly my own protection.

Because not only is flowey just uncomfortable to me but has hurt my friends in the past, has been ableist and threatening. I would appreciate if you took down the posts with me mentioned in it and you block me as well and we can move on from this.

Your response to my question came off as hostile and scares me a little

I get that, its just the ammount of those who do abuse anon is worrying enough, i didnt mean for it to seem that hostile or hostile at all, but moreso a question as i was slightly confused and confused on who it whould be, i have and had no intention on it being agressive or to be agressive, im not the best at answering those kinds of asks as they are concearning to say the least. I dont mind takeing the posts down at all if thats what you wish, but i am happy you got the confirmation i wanted you to have!

I get the uncomfortableness, and to answer the previous question, i really am unsure if the friend thing, never truely messaged them about it or anything and either have they, and mostly @ them due to being a mutual i find it fun or easy to get along with, ive interacted with them before any of the drama around such things had started and i just didnt want any of it on my blog.

Im not one and never will be, i do find it weird and such but im just not one for drama and misunderstandings so ive never said anything about it just to not be put into the drama it holds and held, as i personaly dislike the dangerousness of the drama and those who took things quite far as to go doxxing others and sending them death threats to even there direct homes and as far as going TO there homes, and much more that i rather stay away from, since those who were doing that sort of thing were either being supported for it or asked to stop, i assume you had seen those posts about it at the time the drama started with the whole thing and it is scary for many, so theres much concearn when getting asks that are potentialy related to it and not knowing who its from can also hide those who dont have good intentions.

I hadnt ment to scare at all, that i do apologize for haveing it seem. I was not known of them being threatening to anybody, but its nice to get confirmstion sorted.

[agentstarkid]

Did I like it? No I didn’t like it!! What do you mean they broke up?!?! And he moved on so fast?!?! Aaarrrggghhh!!! I’m trying so hard to figure out a way they could possibly get back together but I can’t! This is all too much for my girl! All she wanted was to be the one!! 😭 suddenly there are waterfall on my face!

God, you’re such a good writer.

holiiii nonnie! 💕

ooops? hehe she really wanted to be forever with him but my boy-o couldn't handle a bad bitch sigh

What do you mean they broke up?!?! And he moved on so fast?!?!

I need to share some thoughts made by Tally (@onceuponaoneshotfanfic) about why Daniel broke up with Girlie because they just make so much sense to me and it explains his reasoning way better that I ever could:

"Okay nothing against Heidi IRL or even in the fic, and I am solely talking about within the Joker & Queen universe ofc, but Dan probably likes being with her because HE gets to be the famous one, HE gets to be the big deal, as opposed to feeling second fiddle to Girlie's fame. He's not quite in the mental space to be like Travis Kelce, shouting his girl's accomplishments from the rooftops. He feels so low, and being next to her doesn't help. But Heidi? He's the more famous one, and since it's a new relationship they're still in that "looks at him like he hung the moon" phase. Ofc he jumps on in! He's kind of got a little A Star is Born vibe going on- struggling with his own career, can't handle watching his partner rise as he falls"

I love when people psychoanalyze things btw but yeah, babyboy was going through a reeeaaally rough patch at mclaren when he wasn't "performing" as well as everybody was expecting from him. He was supposed to be "the more experienced driver" and suddenly his 22/23 year old teammate is outperforming him and on top of that, his girlfriend keeps excelling and achieving so much in her career. It's ought to take a toll on you at some point 😞

I’m trying so hard to figure out a way they could possibly get back together but I can’t!

Danielito will have to work hard to win her back because obviously, Girlie is really HURT and after those comments made about the reasons for their breakup?? she's DEVASTATED + she feels like it's a little bit of her fault that he feels that way.

But, something fun is coming her way though 😏

Thank you so much for your messages! I really love reading them 💕

[greyias]

I've literally never interacted with anyone on here (heavy social anxiety turned me into a lurker before I could even post) but I went through what you're going through with your mom right now with my dad as a kid and it sucks. So. Much. I know there's probably nothing I can say that'll help or make you feel better, but for what it's worth, I'm sorry, and you're not alone. I'd say I'd pray for you guys but I don't want to overstep any religious boundries, so I'll just say good luck. ❤

Thank you for the kind words, Nonny, I'm sorry to hear about your dad and hope things are a little better/easier now. It has definitely been a Week™ (or week+ at this point) on this side of things, and I appreciate the support ♥

The situation seems to be an ever evolving beast, but at least as of this moment I'm writing things seem to be back on an upswing? It's definitely one of those situations that has to be taken one day/one moment at a time because it gets to be a little much otherwise.

[satorugojowidow]

I may not like him, but I hope Satoru stays alive for your sake 💙

aww nico ♥ that is one of the most beautiful thing that I have heard

[the-jam-to-the-unicorn]

Hi Jammy! Should we hope for some ficlet chapter today/tomorrow??👀

Yes! 🤗

I have planned only writing today, so I should get things done! 😊

[zorkaya-moved]

“  don’t you understand? i love you. and nothing you’ve done, no matter how much of a monster you think you are, is gonna change that.  ” from :) kaveh :)

@avaere

It feels like this is something that happened before, but there is dissatisfaction with his words. She does not deny her logical viewpoint of herself from the point of view of a normal citizen of Teyvat, but it’s not something she thought Kaveh would speak of. He is acutely aware of her hidden sides, but she is doing her best to open up because she promised to him to be more honest. He asked to be let in and she does so, bit by bit by trying to open up, expose sides others will never be privy to. He does not see the faux happiness and sunshine she represents before the scholars and citizens of Sumeru or the public of Teyvat. She is known as a sunflower, as a woman with a stubborn streak, bright mind and even brighter potential to help others without asking much in return. Sumeru knows her as the light, as the guiding star, as someone who keeps their happiness and their future bright. A reputation built over more than ten years, hearts won over by lives saved and help offered when it was needed so much as if she knew where issues would start. Beloved silver flower of Sumeru who may show her thorns if someone disturbs or insults her experiments, her job, and the passions she clearly showcases in public. 

But Kaveh is allowed to see what happens behind closed doors. He is allowed to step into the house that is her internal world, he is allowed to catch glimpses of reality that is not so bright and sunshine-like. He now sees the sharpness of her tongue, the subtle cold and analytical looks, he knows of her ability to read people and her ability to turn the conversation favorably for herself. The architect is allowed to hear more honest words about those they are surrounded by, the way she may rationally explain why the present rule of Sumeru is not exactly beneficial for the current generation and how she denies being a Sage solely because it will limit her opportunities as a scholar. Kaveh is allowed to see past comedy, he is allowed to learn and know the truth behind Zarina Sokolova. 

And yet, as much as he is allowed and let in, slowly studying everything that she is… The words spoken by Kaveh suddenly strike her as odd. The internal denial of her natural skills in reading people makes the metaphorical cup of concern spill, exposing the growing concerns that continue to be ignored to ensure that Kaveh himself will open up. As love meant trusting the other person with everything you are, the learning slope was supposed to be tough, but Sokolova slowly started to notice more and more about her beloved that started to concern her. The switch of topics, the denial of care, the mentions of injuries she hasn’t heard of from Kaveh himself, and more instances that caused her to start thinking on how to properly approach this topic with her beloved as to not push him into anything. 

However, the gentleness she usually would attempt to use to approach certain sensitive subjects would be gone for this very moment. Perhaps, the word ‘monster’ caught her attention or perhaps her speaking with several people prior to their meeting today caused her to finally allow herself just a tinge of analysis. Not like she never analyzed Kaveh before, on the contrary: she learned his behavior, she studied his expressions, she memorized his body language, and she knew exactly when he’d wish to be left alone or when he’d need her by his side. Reading him now wasn’t hard, but solely because of that she did not allow herself anything more… breaching. As she did not have the same emotional output as the architect did, she approached his mental and emotional state with more caution because of care. Not that he was fragile, but certain topics may be fragile to him while not being to her. It was a natural deduction, but sadly… Her straightforwardness won today. 

“I am well-aware but I’m having doubts you understand that it’s a two-way street, Kaveh,” she tilts her head to the side, not hiding away her confusion. There is no gentleness in her gaze nor is there the tenderness she usually gazes upon him when she tries to gently offer him a listening ear. Zarina doesn’t enjoy arguments with the architect, knowing full well that he sees the world differently from her and vice versa. It does take time to understand his point of view, but when she lacks information, it becomes harder to comprehend. Manipulation is easy because there is no care, but genuine attempts to understand his point of view clashes too hard with her survival of the fittest mindset. “It’s not all about one person, it’s about us learning more about each other, relying on each other, and supporting each other. However, it seems you…”

Suddenly, she snaps out of her deductive state, signing out and closing her eyes to massage her temple for a second. The silverette understands he must have his reasons, but she hopes to at least hear about his well-being in an honest manner. At least, that. Ranting, venting, screaming, crying. It doesn’t matter how negative, but he does and should and must not always show her the positive, he must let her see the negatives as well. Just as she tries, step by step. It’s not something she ever wishes to push him into or force him into, which is why Zarina finds herself letting out a soft groan while trying to word what she means in a better way instead of coldly analytical. 

Kaveh said it to be supportive, but that is very much the issue as she comes to a crashing understanding. He doesn’t seem to care enough about himself as he cares about her, and it makes her think she does the same without yet knowing just how indulgent and selfish she is. He gets glimpses, the richness of alcohol, the outfits, the people who speak with her, the accessories, the parties, the attention she obviously basks in now that he had the time to learn of her extravagant behavior for the sake of entertainment. He learns, but will she ever learn more about him? What will he let her see?

Another sigh, Sokolova opens her eyes to study her lover’s face. It makes her wonder if he worries he’ll burden her. Such kind-hearted souls like him always worry about that. But the difference is that others do not matter, but he does. She’s always been told that love is a two-way street where love persists despite, but there is a flicker of concern in those golden orbs while looking at the architect. So now, Zarina reaches out to take his hand in hers. A physical contact to prove she is here and she is not going away, but also to keep him here. (Don’t run away from me.)

“Do you understand that I, too, will love you no matter what, Kaveh?” Her voice adapts that gentle note as well, gaze returning to soften the molten gold and cool it off so it won’t be so brightly shining. “Do you think I expect you to be perfect? I do not, you can't be perfect. There is no perfect human in Teyvat. Anyone who seems perfect is simply good at hiding their negative traits, but we all possess them because we are humans.”

Kaveh seems to never listen to others when they show worry. Not only that, she rarely hears from him where he got his bruises or cuts until she points it out. Why not tell something so important she so obviously can assist with, monitor and check in? His girlfriend is a doctor, but she also does not wish to pressure him which now starts to make her relook at her approach. Perhaps, she was incorrect in ignoring her own deductions and studies. The architect is the only one who knows how he feels and what his pain points are. Maybe being too cautious might actually harm them in the long run, but she still approaches with clear concern and love for him. 

“I think you are good at hiding what truly hurts you or worries you,” she confesses, not looking away from his face to see what subtle expression changes will appear. “I think you have things you fear telling me because there is worry that my perception of you will change in a negative way.”

Another silence to linger, to study, to wait out a moment to let those words sit there and become another weight to her attempts at showing him it’s alright… to someday open up. Not even today, but someday. To try. At least, to try. Nothing more. He doesn’t need to do more. An attempt, a try, a wish to try.

“If you will love me even if I might see myself as a monster, why do you act like I will not love you if you do the same to yourself? Perhaps, not a monster, but still something negative,” she does not continue her train of thought, thinking it’s not needed and it’s better left unsaid. Her hands keep his in her tight hold, but also can be easily broken if he pulls away. “I’ve seen the worst in people, Kaveh. And there is nothing you feel, experience, or have gone through that will make me see you in a different light. I only wish to learn more about you, to understand you better, to hopefully offer a listening ear, to be there for you. Because I love you.”

Because I want to be your support where others will never be. “You don’t need to keep this honeymoon phase going, Kaveh. I’m not here to only love your good sides, I won’t leave you no matter what,” her thumb caresses the back of his hand. Does he understand she means every single word? “I want to love you for everything you are. As you are willing to do for me. Can I ask you… to try? To try and trust that I will never, ever see you differently or love you less when you let me in?” It’s simply impossible, it’s impossible to not love him for her. “Not today, not tomorrow. Maybe not this week or this month, but… someday. Because... No matter, I’ll wait for you. I'll wait until you're ready. Because nothing can make me love you less, nothing can make me see you differently.”

There is nothing more she wishes than to give him anything he wishes for. She just wishes for him to show some selfishness, something he wants only for himself. The only time she heard that he said he wanted something was on his birthday when he said he wanted her, out of all things he could ask for, he asked for her. Thus, he'll have her and she'll wait while loving him eternally.

[cerbreus]

had a trainwreck of an in person consult for my sleeve tattoo yesterday only made better by the itty bitty yorkie shop dog adoring me and sitting on my lap the whole time.

[reginrokkr]

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Al-Haitham is the first person he actually feels strongly for back in Khaenri'ah. Likely not enough to call it love at the time as they didn't spend enough time together for a strong feeling like that to solidify, but at least close to the beginning yes. Even to him, the spark that created the fire is complicated. Was it the tender touch in a moment of realization of touch-starvation? Was it the intimacy in the sense of entrusting one another highly personal matters they wouldn't with others or at least, not so easily and only with a very few select of people if they do? Was it his own self-imposed commitment to see him back to health? It's hard to tell, other than the clearest thing is that it started with the touch, but even that as it is was more intense and made him happier than he's been in the romantic sense until that moment.

This intimacy grew far more as years passed of letter exchanges. And with it love was born within him even if the harsh reality that they might not see each other ever again was there. That was enough for Dain, however. Talking with Al-Haitham filled him in ways that made him feel whole even in the distance, he was content with that. Everything he was feeling culminated when he was at his worst and Al-Haitham let him know without words that his feelings are mutual, even if he was nothing short of a monster at the time. Even if he could be a danger to him, to everyone.

Dain is aware of Al-Haitham's tendencies to record him when he plays the piano or sings since he listened to what Al-Haitham was listening to while he was napping. He recognized his own voice from when he sang that same song all the way back in Khaenri'ah. Since then, Dain made it a mission to steal his headset when he isn't using it in order to record himself.

As much as Dain complains about Al-Haitham's exaggerate leisurely life every time he doesn't let him leave the bed until he feels like waking up (he occupies himself too much for his own good when he's on his own), he adores these moments. They make him feel like he's still human, that even someone like him deserves to have a tranquil moment like this in which he can hide from the world in the comfort of his lover. 500 years later it's still hard for him to get used to Al-Haitham's petulant side, but while he won't admit it aloud, he enjoys it dearly.

@samyavastha ✦

[nebula-drcams]

@pcrplevenom asked: ❝ i swear, if you do that one more time ... ❞ //Ekko, because Soldan is a gremlin.

PROMPTS FOR MUSES WHO ARE LITTLE SHITS™ ! || Currently Accepting

   There's only a grin as he sets his bat on his shoulder, free hand on the timewinder as if he's about to trigger it again to freeze time in the area around him. Okay. So maybe he took a few items in the last pause, but c'mon, it's just from Piltovians. They can manage without a few items here and there. 

" So do it again right? I think I can pocket some more cash with another run. " 

   How about don't.