#bc mine trust them sm

[withonly-sweetheart]

Starry Eyed Singer

You're a scientist, not a singer, but when the newest experiment takes a liking to not only you, but your voice, you might just be the key to finding the rest of them. And although he's stuck behind the confines that keep him away from you, that hide the songs that he knows could have you throwing yourself into the water for him, he won't hurt you. After all, how could he? When you're his starry eyed singer.

a/n: first lets ignore the fact there's only dialogue at the last bit im so tired of this literally its been two whole ass weeks I NEVER GO PAST A DEADLINE IM GONNA TWEAK buuuut i really really like this idea i just think that for a theme, this is short and sweet enough for me! i would definitely want to expand on this as a whole, and i couldn't resist adding a dead dove ending <3 (im a creepy mf ik)

find the bad ending here...

alright now its time for credits

@bunnivievve - this is literally her au. like seriously i took everything from her analysis sheet like i would not be here without you. i salute you fine woman you are the reason i wake up and write siren leon. + thank you sm for ur hc i hope it's fitting to what you were thinking!!! THISSSSS LITERALLY THIS IS WHAT INSPIRED ME SMMM <333

@larvamars - help im sorry for mentioning you but i kinda took the art of leon looming over the scientist in that one piece of urs to heart... yeah... thinkin abt that while writing this really helped <3 so tysm just crediting people where credit is due!!

@sirenhub <- ngl i thought of you while writing this the WHOLE time i was tryna be freaky... get it bc ur name is siren... also the dead dove ending is dedicated to you my love... please drown me to the bottom of the ocean.. <333

@vampiricgf <- KITAA WE'RE TWINNING SO HARD ON THIS ONE... ur au is better than mine i fear but its ok this is a connection i couldn't pass up

(psst. if i didnt mention u in this one artist moots TRUST you're definitely in one of the other three.)

tw: descriptions of loss and grief, reader's mother is dead, luis angst, tiny mention of smut but nun too bad, brother i can't write anything without making it sound like shakespeare and not in a good way...

wc: 7.3k

The pearl of the ocean. He’s watched every wretched person who’s confined him here, with their white coverings and spectacles resting on their too sharp noses, their awkward gait and their irregular size. And not one was interesting enough to keep him intrigued for more than a day.

And then you appeared in his life, a presence uninvited, a treasure undeserving of his touch, not that he would be able to get his fingers on you either way. Your eyes were so lively, restless, sparkling like stars through the clear material that separates you.

If only you could hear him. He was sure just a moment of his voice would be enough to ensure your enrapture, enough to ensnare you like they had caught him off the coast. His colony had warned him enough times of all the dangers the shore brought, yet something brought him back.

You are alike in that sense, hunger consuming you from the inside out, fatal if not for the restraints that were easier for him to hold than you. He can feel your eyes on him as he languidly floats through the somewhat roomy tank they house him in, temporary, of course, but for three months he’s been stuck behind this insufferable, invisible surface that sets the barrier between you both.

A creature of the sea and a creature of the land. He entertains quiet thoughts of you at night, when his dreams should be fitful, longing to be free in the ocean, yet the yearning for you is stronger. He assumes it is mutual, why else would you act the way you do? Enamored, entranced, elated enough to send shoals of fish skittering through his stomach.

But he mistakes fascination for infatuation. 

<><><><>

You cast Luis a sideways glance, a strange haze between you, air infecting what used to come so naturally, seeping into your skin, sealing your lips shut as if your banter was planned and you’re finally speechless.

His fingers flick the lighter lid open, then back, setting a rhythm that should be comfortable enough to make up for your unnatural silence, but it only serves to make things worse. You resist the urge to bristle when he finally speaks.

“You really don’t know why you’re here,” he murmurs, and you would’ve missed it, hidden under the whirring gears vibrating in the ground if not for the fact you’ve been expecting it. 

You scoff. “What do you think?”

“I think that you must’ve done something.” He sighs and leans forward, tense in every aspect except for his mouth, brown butter molding to the cherry of his lips that purse, abandoning the man you knew. “Why leave both of us in here? Alone?”

His tone is suggestive, and you might’ve dismissed it as playful under other circumstances, but you know exactly what he’s doing—making a fool out of you. 

“Tell me,” you insist. Luis leans back, the lamp in the hallway shining through the window, bronzing the copper planes of his face. He links his hands together and rests them palm upward on his forehead, closing his eyes. 

After a few moments of silence, he cracks one of them open, narrowed as soon as he realizes you’re still watching, still waiting for an answer he’s far too reluctant to hand over.

“Impatient, are you?”

“You’re the one who fucked everything up! If you had just listened when I said the radar was, what, three feet off, we could’ve caught it just fine! But no, guess who has to play the hero?” you seethe. You feel your heartbeat thrum under where your fingers lie on your wrist, pulsing like a warning. Back off.

“Are you a senior scientist?” He quirks an eyebrow, challenging you to a fight you’ll surely lose, but when have you ever backed down to him? “I didn’t think as much.”

That pet name irks you enough to spark a retort, one you didn’t even think about before it’s past your lips and hanging in the air between you.

“I’ll rip that badge off your shirt before they get here if you don’t tell me why the fuck we’ve both been stuck in here for three hours!” Your voice is level to an extent, level like you’ve never thought to be calm.

His arms fall down to his knees, elbowing the meat of his thighs, eyes drawn back to you. “Are you always this irritable?” A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, curving them upward. “Or am I just lucky to be sitting next to a beautiful woman with the temper to match?”

You scowl, unable to summon the grin that you wish would appear in your mind. Seeing that you aren’t as amused at him at his little joke, the smile slips right off his face, and that sullen expression usurps his features.

“They found it,” he admits, albeit quietly, as if he’s afraid someone will hear. “Right after we left.”

“They… did?”

“Mhm,” he confirms, voice low and throaty. His lips part and you lean forward slightly, eager to hear his elaboration. “A new project is underway. Experiment 003. And you’ll be-”

The door swings open, and the white light that bathes you isn’t a good sign. 

<><><><>

You don’t understand the solemn look on Luis’ face. Shouldn’t he be happy for you? You actually got the assignment you had requested, for once, and with what was once thought to be a creature only found in stories. And yet he stands leaning in the doorway to the lab room, gazing at the water.

It’s been two weeks, and not once have you actually seen this supposed creature. You’re starting to think this is all some elaborate joke Luis has crafted to keep your enthusiasm fresh, but he knows that your praise and effort aren’t akin to fruit and vegetables.

“No progress?” he offers weakly, not once making eye contact with you.

“Why don’t you try?” you reply bitterly. It’s been a hot minute since you’ve gotten any quality sleep, and the laboratory’s coffee runs alongside your blood in your veins, which bubbles back up in the raw coffee beans that swirl on your tongue as you await his response.

“Ouch.” Luis pretends to wince, seemingly hurt. “You might hurt my feelings, chiquita.”

“Good.”

“You can insult me all you want,” he says, damn that clever tongue of his, “but you’re pretty cute when you're mad. Makes it hard for me to take you seriously, mi amor.”

“Why are you like this?” you grit out, sweeping the papers off your desk to slam your clipboard down, crisp paper untouched. Can’t take notes on something you’ve never seen.

“Like what?” he asks, tilting his head. “Ever charming?”

“I was thinking something like bipolar,” you groust. “You’re never just one person, are you? What else are you hiding from me?”

He puts his hands up in defense as you stalk towards him, but he waits until you’re a step away to respond. “Hiding? Me? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he muses.

You tilt your head up just as he tilts his head down, and you lock eyes with him, the searing honey dripping from his eyes to yours, cooling quickly enough to create threads of sweet ice connecting you both.

How it feels to long for something you’ll never have.

Your eyes flit to the band on his ring finger.

<><><><>

The cool glass finds your fingertips, aching from restless typing emails back and forth, persisting that you can handle this one. Your encounter with Luis has left you determined to prove you can do it without him, that you’re perfectly capable of ignoring him in the hallways, in the lunchroom, pretending not to hear him call your name across the lab.

But the blue glow dapples your face as you stare into the mirror on your desk, angled towards the picture of you and Luis, acceptance letters crumpled in your hands with your arms over each other’s shoulders, eyes glazed.

One too many drinks that night led to peppering his face with kisses, sliding those glasses off his face, admiring how pretty he looked all tipsy and breathless underneath you, watching all those cocky retorts disappear under your fingers. 

It’s hard to get over someone you’ll never stop seeing, and you’ve got a better chance of being fired than retiring early. Besides, if you love your job, you’ll suffer through anything to keep it, right? Even if that means forcing smiles at his open face.

With no one to console you, a locked door and curtains dressing the windows, you let the tears flow freely, wishing that the water only a few inches away would somehow absorb the tears, make you seem stronger than you really are. Somber music tinkles away to an end in the background, leaving you in obsolete silence that seems to swallow you whole.

A tap on the glass. Suspended motionless just beyond the barrier, electric blue undertones of his skin mesmerizing, highlighting elegant fins and swirling markings. Deep azure pools that lock onto yours, hair framing his face like a snapshot in time.

"Holy shit, shit, shit!" you blurt out loud before you can help it. Your pulse races to life, drinking in every feature you can, drawing an image that will never be up to scale; whoever can put his flowing, inky locks to delicate fins that frame his lithe, powerful frame into words should be standing in your place, because you sure can’t.

You swivel around, hyping yourself up even more at the fact that you’re the first scientist in the building to see him with your own eyes, fingers curled around your clipboard as you shuffle back.

But you’ve dotted your name and scribbled down the date only to jerk your eyes back to the empty space, as if he was never there. Only one piece of evidence remains, and even that flutters down to the depths you cannot see.

An iridescent scale.

<><><><>

Your voice is croaky from even more lack of sleep, hours of waiting by the glass in vain; the frog in your throat leaps out to greet Luis when he saunters over, leaning on his elbow that rests on the table, eyes darting from side to side to confirm what he already knows from ten minutes of absconded silence - you’re alone in the breakroom.

“Well?” he urges, eyes slicing down to check his watch. “Make it quick, mi amor. I’ve got a meeting in ten minutes.”

My love. How ironic that he still calls you that, it must slip from his mind on days like this. “Isn’t today your rest day-”

“Well?” he repeats, more urgently this time. And under his persistence, you’re less sure of your theory than before.

Your teeth pierce the chapped skin of your bottom lip, cracking it open, savoring the iron tang of blood that flows freely, even though you know it’ll come back to bite you in the ass later. The sting calms you.

“Experiment 003,” you begin, digging your fingernails into your palm for a split second before forcing your wavering hand to push the files towards him. “The mermaid-”

“Merman,” he corrects quickly, before his eyes go slightly wider than before and raises his hands in defense, again, as if his open palms will stop the silent words of hurt that batter his skin from your eyes.

“Merman,” you repeat, continuing, “isn’t really a merman.” 

“What?” Luis’ eyebrows fly up and he claws at the folder, flipping through the papers before staring back up at you in disbelief. “You have no evidence to support this!”

“But I saw him,” you insist, admitting what you had told yourself you weren’t going to reveal to him. How is it that his face still gets your tongue tied in your mouth, coaxing secrets without him even knowing? “And… it displays none of the traits found in the fisherman’s tales.”

“They’re all old men,” he says dismissively, and his nonchalance, once again, only serves to irk you and fuel your need to prove him wrong. “So what if they couldn’t see right?”

“But—”

“No buts,” he says with a tone of finality, and it doesn’t occur to you to speak back this time. The point’s been lost in your first plea, and the honey bees descend from his tongue to spike you everywhere, scorn you for trying to doubt him. “Just get back to work, and don’t bother me anymore, señorita. I have work to do.”

You’ve never been dismissed by him before, so when he sinks into his hands, rubbing circles into your eyes, you don’t move a muscle, wondering if there will be any further instruction.

But he lifts his chin, so slowly that his gaze sears everywhere that it touches until that flame gets put out by the bucket of boiling water bubbling to life in his eyes. That dull demeanor lying over irritation lies bare on his face, soaking through like wet newspaper, ink unintelligible but meaning clear. 

Get out.

<><><><>

It’s hard to find something more consistent than the steady lapping of water, kissing the top of the glass where it connects with your ceiling. You stare into the abyss, willing the creature to appear from its depths, but where the flowing water meets your demands, the being does not.

Your thoughts begin to wander. How exactly had you called it— no, him?

“The subject is male,” you hear Luis’ voice ring in your ear, as if a ghost of a person still standing with you, a shadow of what you hoped could be true. That day, there was no sound in the room except for the steady current of your tears washing your cheeks for the umpteenth time that week.

It’s probably not that. After all, it would take a creature with keen ears and a sharper mind to hear not only through the glass, but to recognize the pain that even the person who causes it cannot identify. But you’re desperate.

So you conjure up the strongest memory you have, one that surpasses all levels of guilt and anger and pain to the highest level of sorrow you’ve ever felt. The night your mother died.

Your eyes stay glued to the simple white cloth adorning her body, cupping her gently like the beings from above have descended to hold her in their heavenly hands, the idea that if you keep your gaze away from her, she’ll long for it once more and return to you.

But as much as you know she loves you, she remains still. And when you drag your reluctant eyes to grace her pale, limp hands, rubbing some warmth into her spindly fingers, fingers that fed you and dressed you. Arms that hugged you when you finished elementary school, kept your grades up with a raise that was never a promise, only an empty threat.

And the eyes that sparkled like yours, now dead. How similar you look to her, even now, hollow cheeks and irises that lose their cheer, wilting flowers like your dress that billows in the wind as you stand with your feet in the sea, grounding yourself against the waves that threaten to pull you away.

Why couldn’t you stay? Why did she abandon you in a cruel, motherless world that you know is common yet feels like a situation that will only ever apply to your pitiful self? Why does nothing last, if only for a fleeting moment in which you light her pyre and watch the flames engulf her until she’s nothing but a pile of ashes.

Before the wind can steal her away with its greedy fingers, you sweep her into a vase.

And that vase will stay in the second wooden shelf, the sturdiest one right above your desk, two inches away from the ledge, pressed against the chipped paint of your wall. You will never let her go. She will always be with you; in one way or another.

You’ll make sure of that.

Guilt isn’t the right word. There is no word to describe the torrents of how disgusted you are at yourself, and if there is, there shouldn’t be. You’ve confined your mother to these lands instead of accepting the peace she deserves.

And suddenly, observing the creature doesn’t seem as important as before. There are more pressing issues at hand, issues that might have something to do with your current lack of luck, as of late.

What you miss as you scamper around the room is the eyes that watch you from the darkness, sharp enough to crackle fire that would burn this whole place to the ground if he wished, but he waits. 

In silence as you hastily grab your bag from the coat rack, abandoning your jacket. He knows you’ll be back from this one action and relaxes his tense body.

As long as you come back.

<><><><>

Aquamarine darkness envelops the far side of the room, if the building you’re in even resembles a room. It must end somewhere, especially since the peacock lights flash back in a rhythmic pattern, always circling back to where you’re planted.

Rooted to the peaty soil that squelches around your rain boots that were required before stepping into… wherever your current location was. Of course, the admin team is never happy with what they have, and apparently one subject to prod and poke wasn’t enough.

So you’re sent in here, to gain more information, the rookie’s always the guinea pig for anything, right? To find the rest of them, if there are any. You’re doubting this idea as a whole theory itself, because what if he’s one of a kind? Special.

But that something gets closer and closer to you. Your eyes have become accustomed to the darkness, adapting to the shapes that spark your vivid imagination, the murky water swirling everywhere the inky mass touches. 

Eight feet and four inches is intimidating enough to scan behind the safety of your reinforced glass walls, bulletproof and all, and you’re not reassured by the idea that although you shouldn’t be scared, you are.

Only once have you seen him through the water, and that was enough to spark your interest. The flame of curiosity burns falsely in your stomach, washed out by the waves of fear. You feel like nothing but a small fish at his intense gaze, a gaze that frightens you, and it must show on your expression.

Within a matter of seconds he backs away, perhaps sensing your discomfort, and you realize that your initial hypothesis must’ve been correct; he can feel others' emotions. You wonder how this works for a creature that cannot communicate, at least not with you.

Something flashes through his eyes, storm clouds and thunder alike, and a low hiss pushes its way through his canine teeth, an attribute you hadn’t noticed until the sound hits your ears.

It is strange, the look on his face, with his hair moist and clinging to his neck as he bobs further away, weaving between the speckles of moss that float from your little island to him, gifts or warnings, you don’t know.

He takes them as warnings, it seems, with his tense, hostile expression that seems to appear from thin air, staring at you tersely, somewhat like a dolphin or a seal at the aquarium before dipping back into the water without a sound, silence filling the area where he was.

And although you’re perfectly aware that your fear has not yet subsided from crashing against your lungs, you admit to yourself that now that he’s gone, you miss the thrill.

Who would’ve thought you’d become so daring, hm?

<><><><>

But wait, it gets worse. You had assumed this was a one time thing, a test run with a temporary guinea pig that happened to be the rookie of the lab, and although you weren’t too happy with the arrangement, you were perfectly content with the idea of admiring him from a distance, especially after such a close encounter.

Yet no one gives you a heads up or a warning before you’re shoved into the same room again, fear licking at your spine as those flashing lights proceed further through the water. And after a while, the initial horror bypasses your system and you grow used to the thick silence hanging in the air, mingling with the musty scent of swamp water.

You don’t know what they’ve fed him this week. Maybe they forgot to clean his tank. Whoever’s in charge of his wellbeing obviously fucked up the one time you take a break to visit friends touring the city, because when you return, rested and fresh, ready to succeed, something’s wrong

You’ve never noticed it before, but there are scales scattered on his neck, a light blue color, tile shaped as if a button longing to be pressed. Those are the northern lights transferred from the sky to the sea, plastered onto him, hanging loosely so his gills can pulse. Open, shut, as you inhale sharply and exhale swiftly.

They light up in assortments of azure, carribean shades of the murky water, yet so much more vibrant. And as if the thrill wasn’t enough to make its fingers around your neck and restrict your breath, holding your silence as if the air would scare him away, he starts to sing.

Vertigo overwhelms your senses the moment his euphonic voice escapes from those lips, marinated on his tongue, deep and resonant. A dizzying feeling that causes you to stumble to your knees, red dots sparkling all along your vision.

And through the haze, you swear you can see him smirk, the corner of his lip twisting upward, as if this was the intended effect, like you’re supposed to feel as if you’re about to throw up and dance and cry and jump for joy, all at once.

Guess what else you were right about?

He’s no merman.

You forget the word, the term to describe the hooks cast into the sea to lure unsuspecting victims, hooks that are merely sweet, velvety tones that are all hollow truths, a desire to be craved and a hunger that can never be satiated.

A warning to be reckoned, to be heard, to be feared.

A siren.

<><><><>

“What the actual fuck?” You restrain your voice to keep yourself from screeching, which you know you would do if you were alone, which you never truly are with the walls that hear everything, along with throwing yourself at him and wrestling him to the floor. 

“You said it yourself, he’s a siren! And you could’ve just died!” Luis’ hands are twisted his hair, madly clutching at their roots, and his concern for you is so profoundly surprising it sparks a laugh from you.

“I was fine, thanks,” you snap back, drumming your fingers on the table as you stare directly at his face, a face that seems crazy to love now. So many times you wonder what could’ve been, and now you’re wasting time sitting here with this fool.

“You. Could’ve. Died.” Luis accentuates each word with the ending sound as a growl, as if his voice will instill some sense of security in you, but you find yourself getting burning as he continues, “How could you even think about doing something so stupid?”

“Me?” Your voice has found a perch high in your vocal range, and it won’t come down. “Whose idea was this in the first place?” You scan his face for any hint of remorse, but there is none, and nothing in his expression offers an answer.

“Mi amor-”

“Stop fucking calling me that! You don’t get to say that like- like we still have something! Do you even know what love is?” Luis’ eyes go stony, a boulder pushed up the wrong side of the hill, and you’re not strong enough to keep it up. 

And it all comes crashing down.

“Love?” A dry chuckle erupts from his mouth, expression conforming to both disbelief and pity, both uncalled for and unwanted. “Excuse me? Of course I know what love is, but it’s a little hard to love someone that’s constantly putting themselves in danger!”

His accent is sinking further and further into his words with his newfound irritation, irritation aimed at you for no apparent reason. Maybe something’s going on at home, but does that give him the authority to take it out on you? Hell no.

You stand, far too loudly, and everyone watches you get ready to make your exit without another word, because what are you meant to say to something like that? Are you so unrecognizable, within less than half a year? How easy is it to leave your old self behind?

The one that clung to him. Is that his problem?

You brush past his chair on the way out, and out of the corner of your narrowed eyes, you watch him twist the band on his finger, flicking his fingers back and forth, an absent habit he’s had since your sorority years.

But before you can pass him completely, he glances behind him and rolls his chair back, maneuvering it to avoid your feet. You’re about to tell him to fuck off when he draws his eyes back up, lingering on your lips, and you know what he’s thinking.

“Wait,” he says quietly, voice soft and barely audible, but he’s stopped rolling his chair back to tilt his head up towards you.

“What?” you snap, at first unknowingly but strangely reveling in the way he flinches at your harshness, flitting back to the day he had dismissed your concerns so flagrantly. You justify your actions by determining that he deserves it. His eyes darken again as a frown puckers his lips and the space between his eyebrows. 

“Don’t… just… don’t leave, please…” he stutters, his usual confidence nowhere to be found, struggling with the words before speaking again. “Can we�� talk?”

“No, because there’s nothing to talk about. Besides, I have work to do.”

He lets out a small sigh at your response, to the reference of that event, irritation fluctuating in his tone. “Work? You’ve been working for four months, and you’ve found absolutely nothing.” And so the truth slips out, whether branching from his will or against it. This is how he really feels, huh?

"You don't get to tell me that." you mutter. "I'm the one documenting him, not you. You sit in your little room behind the glass, perfectly safe, and not once have you thought about swapping our roles. You don't love me, and I honestly have no idea why you even bother to lie to me about it."

Luis grits his teeth, his irritation and anger clear in his eyes, those eyes that were once pools of admiration sinking into the depths of everything you thought was between you. "What are you talking about? That's not true, I... of course I love you!" Then he rises from his chair, taking a step towards you, as if you’d allowed that.

You step back, pressing against the door. Your fingers creep behind your back to the handle and his eyes flicker to them, to the hand that’s grasping it so tightly it goes whiter than his face as he retreats to the table, pale with horror.

“I wouldn’t… ever hurt you,” he murmurs.

“Then why did you marry her?” you ask, voice soft. It’s a question you’ve been tossing in your mind, a simple game of catch that started grabbing rules from all sorts of games, pickleball and why he chose her, badminton and how you could’ve done better, volleyball in the victory in which his wife revels, and in which you wallow, losing yet another thing you loved.

“Because you said it was temporary!” he grumbles, sliding his teeth over his bottom lip, refusing to make the very same eye contact he was practically begging for an hour ago, in this very meeting room where you would stare at your department head as she provided strict instructions, catching Luis’ fleeting glances at your side profile.

“Isn’t that all we ever were?” you whisper. “Temporary?”

The air shatters between you. Finally, the unspoken truth that you both have carried for so long in your hearts is out, and it feels like a burden has been lifted off your shoulders. You can see it in his expression, however horrified, there’s some form of acceptance. He’s known this for as long as you have.

“What… happened to you? To us?” he asks quietly, looking at you like you’re a stranger, fractured parts of you discarded behind you like a broken mirror, one and the same but reflecting another person.

The door clicks open, squeaking as it swings to show you away, to the exit, finally leaving behind what you thought you could never let go of. But you pause before you leave, entertaining his question. When you have your answer, you don’t hesitate to deliver it.

“Sometimes you lose people. And there’s nothing you can do about it.” 

<><><><>

As the rerun comes through, cracked on the cheap speaker, fading quickly, you waltz around your room, feeling serene enough in the moment, losing yourself to the melody. How many hours have you wasted soaring through the skies in your office, only to plummet back down like a shot bird when you acknowledge the stack of papers spawning on your desk?

But when the hard day’s stresses melt away to the sway of your hips and your however offkey voice, no one is there to judge you. Luis isn’t chastising you about anything, and it’s good enough for you.

When the chorus swells, you open your mouth and belt out the lyrics, hoping the grainy walls can contain your voice, but the volume seems obnoxious, even for you. That’s when you notice the shadow on the floor towering over you, and you spin around.

Your eyes are glued to his mouth, to the words that are achingly pure and smooth, somehow heard through the glass. Illuminated by the tank lights, ethereal tones blending perfectly with the recording, enhancing it in a way you’d never heard. 

Raw emotion, the longing in his voice, however foreign to you, the curve of his accent, words you’ve never heard. All so new to you, chills racing down your spine, tickling at your back.

And when the song crests, his unearthly high notes soar with a beauty strong enough to bring tears, tears that you have to hold back in case someone were to walk in. When he seals his mouth with a smile—a private, intimate thing that feels like it belongs to you, you’re sufficiently spellbound, the world ceasing to exist.

His eyes flash in the water, flitting behind you, to the rattling of your door, and only after you’ve twisted over your shoulder to verify there’s no one there does he choose to make his exit. You see the corner of his tail flick, you hope in temporary goodbye, before you close your eyes and replay his voice in your head.

Over, and over, and over again, until all you can think about is him. How wonderful would it be if he was real, hm? You see him as an illusion now, you suppose, because how do you ever know something is truly real before you can feel it under your fingertips?

And when the voice is gone, fading from your mind into the echoes of your room, vibrations clamoring to bury the sweet sound that you long for now that it’s not with you anymore, you realize there is something you’ve been doing wrong.

Something that you must fix right away. Someone you’ve kept for far too long, yet another person you’ve lost and tried to bring back.

Your mother.

<><><><>

The ocean is trying to draw you in again, rhythmic waves pooling at your feet, urging you to come sleep in its embrace, take an everlasting nap to the lullaby of the water. But you’re not so easily fooled. You remember all you’ve lost, all you’ve regained, and how you’ve been forced to let everything go.

Not for your gain, but for theirs. You suppose scientific curiosity was not what you were chasing this entire time. Your resignation letters were turned in promptly, along with an anonymous report to the people you knew you could trust to shut down what is undoubtedly an illegal operation.

Will Luis be caught in the crossfire? You’re sure of it, and although you’ll never stop caring for the man you first loved, only shreds of compassion remind, and even those shreds are not enough to bail him out. 

You are far more concerned for the experiment, hope that he survives. If there’s anything you’ve learned during your time at the laboratory, it’s that no matter what branch of government, no one is merciful to anything different.

So you call upon all the gods watching, if there are any, and pray to them for forgiveness. Plead to them for mercy, and spin the lid off the vase that you’ve seen so many times, staring at it absentmindedly while studying, unable to understand a concept without your mother to explain it.

But like with all things and people, you’ve learned to live without her. And you’ve kept her spirit with you for far too long, haunting you in dreams, dreams she shouts your name in, screaming for peace. 

You break those shackles with a gentle toss, keeping the vase cradled in your arms as the ashes pour out into the water. Taking a step back to avoid any sticking with you, you dig your feet back into the dry sand, watching the dark particles disappear into the clear water.

She is free. Your mother is finally free.

A high pitched call returns your initial sob, and you swipe at your face, bleary eyed and trying to get a good look at what it could’ve been. The assumption it could be a dolphin has you reaching behind you for your bag, shuffling through its contents, pictures of you and your mother. You will not abandon those, for memories are precious, you know this well.

But when you bring your eyes back to the sea, you see a humanoid figure in the distance, raising their hand in greeting to you. Tawny hair that reflects the descending sun, a simple white shirt, gloriously unbuttoned, and khaki beige shorts.

You do not recognize him, and so out of fear, you retreat further and further into your backyard, all thoughts of admiring the sunset gone, as the man approaches. You reach for your stuff as you stumble backwards, never taking your eyes off of him and this plays in your favor.

Everything about him is so different, so foreign to you, and when he speaks, his voice is raspy, and you feel like a tourist all over again, in a city where you don’t belong. You don’t deserve this, to be standing here.

You lost him, right? But you could never mistake those eyes.

And now he’s human. There are no scales, no gills, no affront to his identity, one and the same as you, and yet he feels so different. You recognize his eyes, they haven’t changed from their cerulean blue, orbs crafted from the sea itself, forged by Poseidon’s hand, a statue in the hands of the gods, but so much is missing.

The raven feathers of his hair that would’ve looked stunning in the night, now out of place and far too vibrant against the mellow shades slowly darkening, becoming more somber. 

Twinkling lights strung in the space where the muscle stretches as he twists behind him, as if checking the sea, now gone dim and dissolved into the pale, unsullied skin of his neck.

You suppose you should be happy his voice hasn’t changed. With just one word, he lulls you back to him, and you can’t remember thinking of the differences between the experiment you had so vigorously studied and the man standing in front of you, not to be studied, but to be loved.

“Hi.” He reaches up, ruffles the back of his head, as if that will rattle out all the words spinning around in his mind, mirroring your own turmoiled thoughts. 

“Hi.” You mimic his actions, running sharp nails against the side of your scalp, failing to push stray strands away from your face. Through your hair, you peer at him, the sun long gone behind him, and parts of him are hidden again, like you’re hiding pieces of him from your conscious mind, fearing losing him again.

Most mystifying of all was how right it feels to have him standing right in front of you, finally equal, aside from the few inches that he has on you. Those depths of ocean blue lingering in his eyes grounds you, realizing how many times you’ve looked into those same eyes, wondering exactly what he’s thinking of.

Now you can know. And you’re not about to pass up the opportunity and let fear engulf you like you’ve let it usurp your mind so many times before.

"It's still you in there, isn't it?" you ask softly.

He smiles, and your heart skips at the familiar gesture, a smile you’ve unsurprisingly missed. "It is. I wanted to see you again."

"But how? How’d you… do this? And why come back?" You step closer, drinking in each subtle nuance of his new appearance. It’s appropriate for him, nothing too flashy, blending into the background. Aside from that halo of blond hair pressed to his forehead, slick with salt water.

“You freed me,” he says quietly, eyes searching your body, as if he’s trying to ingrain an image of you into his head. You did the same, not too long ago. But there was a need for it then, and no need for it now.

Reaching out tentatively, you trace the contour of his neck, half expecting to feel residual traces of his missing bioluminescence. Only warm skin meets your fingers, and a low sigh from his lips, and now that he’s here, under your touch, you know that he’s real. Not just for your sanity, but in reality, as well.

“You don’t owe me anything,” you say, just to clarify, because you assume the last thing you need is to owe a mythical sea creature. “We’ll call it even since you didn’t eat me.” He barks a soft laugh, a seal-like sound, before lacing your fingers with his onto his cheek, pressing your hand further into his skin.

 "I changed so I could be with you without barriers. So we could truly understand one another." He gazes meaningfully into your eyes. "If you'll have me."

“I don’t even know your name,” you say, breathless, because haven’t you expected all of your loved ones to come back to you just like this, before inevitably accepting it’ll never happen? And now it is.

“My name?” That goddamn smirk, whether he is able to communicate or not, whether he’s human or not, tells you all you need to.

“Hm?”

“Leon.”

“Leon,” you test out, rolling the name on your tongue, causing him to scrunch up his nose.

“What? You do not like it?”

“No, no,” you say, with a chuckle. “It suits you.”

His expression relaxes, frown vanishing as he pulls you closer, leaning forward to rest his chin on your shoulder as he takes your other hand. A familiar tune thrums through your ear, reaching your brain at supersonic speeds, cruising into your blood. The first song he ever sang for you, and now both the memory and his voice seem so far away compared to this moment.

A single moment. Suspended in time, lovers finally reunited, pair after pair failing like incorrect puzzle pieces until now, you’ve found the one. 

And this time, you’re never letting go.

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The stars arrange themselves in Leon’s eyes, constellations spelling out a story as you gaze down at him wholeheartedly, loving him with all your spirit and throwing caution to the wind. 

His gaze flickers from time to time, like if he truly blinks, you’ll be gone with the night breeze, a stray leaf on the sand, misplaced. 

“Did you like being a siren?” Leon’s eyes squeeze shut, head shifting on where it lies in your lap, hand creeping onto your knee.

“It’s all I’ve ever known,” he says timidly. “But you showed me more. I didn’t want to hurt people anymore after seeing you.”

“Me?” Your laugh is soft, melodious to his ears, and it soothes a little bit of the ache that has been forming since the day you arrived at the laboratory. “How’d you even find me?”

“Your mother,” he replies, voice soft. “I sensed her, and with her came you. And somehow, my father obliged in my wishes to… abandon my colony.”

“Abandon?” You quirk an eyebrow in concern.

“I can never return,” he says, but his tone is light and airy, unconvincingly so. “But I found that I would give the sea, my family, for you, even if it’s all I’ve ever known. There is nothing left for me there.”

“But you shouldn’t have,” you whisper back. “Give up all that, for me? You could’ve just visited once in a while… I wouldn’t have minded.”

“And yet I would find myself longing for your touch, even on the days that all seemed well, the ocean’s beauty is but a teardrop in comparison to yours.” Ever the charmer.

“You don’t… regret it?” Leon shakes his head.

“How could I? What part of my life would I regret if I gave something up to spending even a fraction of it with you? All those days, from the sun rising to the moon rising, and you were right there, even if you weren’t under my fingers.”

“You were beautiful,” you admit. “But…”

“And I suppose all along,” he continues, “I was truly just bait for my colony. It is better that I have left them, better to leave them safe where they are happy. Where I am now happy, with you, with your beautiful face and pretty voice.”

“Pretty voice?” You flush, hoping you can mask it as an abnormal overheating technique. He doesn’t seem to notice. “Really?”

“You always look so lovely when you sing,” he muses. “Sing a song for me, please?”

You don’t know what brings you to actually do it. Is it the warmth of his hair splayed out on your thighs, or his eager expression as his eyes drag upward, flitting to your lips. You hum a tune and instantly feel at ease, perhaps you should’ve pursued a life of music.

Music. It doesn’t sound as absurd as it did throughout high school and college, when you scorned the same people who have now grown famous for their voices. You saw them as lazy, when you should’ve seen them as talented.

You hold out a note, gazing towards the sea, wondering if your mother is watching you right at this moment. You wonder if she would be content with everything you’ve done in your life, if she’s forgiven you enough to let you have this peace. The peace you once denied her.

Leon’s approval comes in a hum of his own, snapping you out of your thoughts. His hand reaches upward, trailing your cheek before he tilts his head up and you lean forward and kiss him, and the seconds rush by far too quickly before he pulls away, lips already quite red, and the corner of his mouth ticks upward, exposing the pearl white of his grin.

“Just as perfect as the last time,” he murmurs, “my starry eyed singer.”

[dizzybizz]

rahghhh ok hi 👋 farmer ramble time

this is my meanie nyx he kinda sucks 😚 he has a scary face and cold demeanor (ive been wanting a mean farmer for a while.. remy was originally supposed to be a scary guy but i poured too much autism awkward and scared swag into him whoops) he lowkey gives sickly vampire whos also sick of everything.

i always interact with the trash cans when i walk past them, right, n i decided that instead of rummaging through them. nyx just. kicks them. hes a petty pathetic fucker ok.

he's gonna have so many dinosaurs one day. his second one is on the way atm. man fished up a dino egg n his whole life shifted trajectory. his first dino is named neo btw. he has a black cat named nyponsoppa n a horse named laurel. he got another pet bowl set up but then choked at the price of actually getting another one.

he nearly cried at the fair after losing a lot of tokens to that dumb wheel goddammit. he nearly stayed a few extra hours to see how many tokens he could get and to glare at the guy running the stall, if you can even call it that. he did win the grange display but he gambled and lost all those tokens.....

my plan for the future is to get krobus to move in,,,,, and for the two of them to have many dinos.

jj is another silly little guy farmer but hes an actual clown. i think he might be a failed comedian or smth. hes from a co op farm with @deathianartworks n @witchkittymeow. n boy is every person on that farm . incompetent. <3 theyre a trio of three short gays with some anger issues and zero braincells and names all starting with j. so much stupid shit goes on there, im concerned for the animals tbch.

he has stolen a lot of decorations from his fellow farmers. and he will continue. his collection of borrowed goods include: two decorative bowls, a window and a painting.

he doesnt trust the tv and its fortunes.... "spirits are very happy!! *infested floor in the mines n has to give up bc sword sucks so badddd* (next day) spirits are very happy..!! *infested floor in the mines n has to give up bc sword sucks so badddd* (later that day) digs up a geode from the museum trash can, goes straight up to clint n watches as the clock turns 4pm* he hasnt really been the same since that happened. 😔

and oh uh shit its 1am

pls feel free to send asks n whatnot abt them n my other farmers tho (PLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPSLPLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPLS (ilvoe my farmers sm))

[isackwhy]

Could you do Yumi with a reader who has a service dog?

Mine is a german shepherd that helps with cardiac issues like detecting my heart rate and helps guide me around places! He's freakishly smart even taught himself how to open doors, cabinets, and the fridge!

i have very little knowledge of service dogs but i will try :)

yumi w/ a reader who has a service dog hc’s!!!

lovesssss ur dog sm

and loves that ur dog helps u bc he’s always worried but he trusts ur dog :3

if someone tries some shit when u walk into a store and they’re like hey. can’t have a dog

he’s opening his mouth before u

defending the dog AND u

when ur dog isn’t working yumi spoils them :)

as long as that’s okay w u ofc

helps u train them

one day he’s in ur kitchen finding a smack and the dog walks in. opens a cabinet and hands him a snack you’d want

yumi is just like :0

“WHEN THE HELL DID THE DOG LEARN—“

sorry if this is shit :( i didn’t wanna get like info wrong regarding service dogs

[zephyra-in-the-house]

Helloo! I wanted to say that I loved second chances sm, when I found a random chapter last year I read the entire fic in a couple days bc I had to know what happened next, then reread it every now and then while waiting for the updates

I like how we can see both sides of the coin with shadowpeach, how they both care but are still struggling for different yet similar reasons, their struggle with what they went through, dealing with each other's personality traits and habits(their own too) that are still hard to let go of, the glimpses of the consequences of the punishments and their backstory in general

And maybe it's a me thing, but I feel like your Wukong acts like he's a bit aro spec, maybe demi aromantic, and I love that he does, especially while still explicitly loving(and like longing for?) Mac sm

I got that feeling after rereading one of the conversations shadowpeach had in the kitchen when Wukong said something about just wanting to be near Mac, and having him as his best friend was so great kinda like there couldn't possibly be anything better

I know it's probably to show how he grew up, or his personality, and that he's dense (specifically when it comes to reading Mac's feelings towards him) but I feel that just adds to the similarities with the aro experience bc there's a side of the aro community that is blind to more romantic stuff, and romantic-coded gestures or more intimate closeness is just closeness all the same

And your Wukong gives me the impression that he just wanted Mac to be close to him, didn't matter what kind of close, and that he holds the title of "best friend" as a really special thing. Be it BECAUSE of Mac, or maybe since before becoming friends with him, like not just anybody would be his best friend (Also it was maybe to show his trust issues, but still)

I think Wukong said somewhere that he just wanted Mac to be happy to be around him, as happy as SWK was to be around Mac. And I know his inability to put his feelings(love) into words more than referring to a strong or special friendship is probably to show that he's not good with Feelings™, but I like to think that maybe he is enamored in the way a queer platonic love would feel like, so calling it a strong or special friendship kinda does cut it to some degree I think

Also the way Mei (everyone really, but she's more expressive about it, and we see her more than other characters) sees Wukong as a hopeless case, but I think Wukong would see Mac loving him strongly in any way as the best thing ever, as long as it's strong love, he wouldn't mind, love is love, like he just wants to be as special to Mac as Mac is to him

Also I'd love to see them be together even if they don't have the same kind of love for each other, bc the love they have for each other would still be just as strong, and would let them have just as strong of a bond, (in the future, as things are going I have hope, I do hope they end up together in this universe, even if nothing of what I'm saying fits them by the end)

I mean no disrespect to your original idea, or if that's not what u intended, I tried looking through your blog and I haven't found any mention of something similar or headcanons about it

But yeah, idk if u mind ppl putting headcanons on your stories? Some ppl do mind, so idk I just wanted to say that regardless of that hc of mine, I think how you write them is so cool and interesting, and I find that about Wukong really cool even if it's not really where the story is heading and it's been really fun to reread

Also sorry for the weird english, it's not my first language ^^'

First things first:

Thank you so much for reading and commenting!

I absolutely love in depth analysis like this it's so interesting to read and to hear what people think of my story. I 100% love writing this story specifically because it demonstrates how these two are completely different and yet eerily similar people who are just struggling to reconnect with other people despite them both having their flaws and traumatic experiences. It's really fun to write and explore and I absolutely love everything that you said here about it~

Duuude!! I fuckin looooveeee that headcanon! Holy shit that's so awesome! Honestly, I didn't even realize I was writing Wukong that way but now that it's been pointed out I can totally see it!

As someone who is kind of on the ace spectrum, I think I may have just subconsciously made it that way. Just like every other author I know, I have a habit of adding my own traumas/ideologies to my stories so I really shouldn't be too surprised LOL

But don't worry! I don't mind people making headcanons about my story~ In fact, that's my favorite part of writing is seeing how people interpret the story and seeing how they formulate it into drawings or headcanons like this! It's so cool!

Initially, my intention was to write Wukong as being oblivious/in denial about his own feelings and in general just bad with feelings. However, I really love your idea too! It's definitely one of those things where Wukong is just happy to be around Macaque. Macaque is "his person", the one he feels happy and comfortable around, the one he feels he can be open and honest around... and yeah I just realized how much that sounds like the beginnings of a queer platonic relationship LMAO

In any case!

I absolutely love your analysis and I 100% agree that Wukong would be okay with Macaque loving him in any way, shape, or form so long as Macaque feels as safe and comfortable and happy as Wukong himself feels when they're together. ❤❤

Thank you for reading!

[teddybeartoji]

okay so here are some very random estonian songs!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i put a lot of different ones so don't get too weirded out lmao ANYWAY PLEASEPLEASEEEE i would love to hear what you guys think of them hehehhee

I LOVE THIS GUYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! his music scratches a very special place in my brain:33333333

since folk music is a very big thing here i have this treat for you!!!!!!!! i used to not like music like this but i have now realized that this is, in fact, a fucking bannnngerrr of a song it goes so hard i love it

this guy is also just fucking AMAZINGGG he's so fucking cool i've been listening to him for a good few years now i love how versatile he is!!!!!

this song is literally just cursing . ahsgdgsaghdhgsahg like every third word is a curseword i tried counting them but i lost track after thirty seconds......... (the name essentially just means "fuck off" too)

i think EVERY estonian knows this song. it was the theme song of a veeery very popular tv show and now it's just a part of all of us lmao

single-handedly THE most explicit song i know i think...... this is a very 50/50 song, some ppl like it bc well it's fucking fun okay and some ppl are pretentious and very lame and say that it's too much (here is a page with a translation,, it's obviously not perfect bc well you can't really translate all of that lmao but it'll give you a sense of what it's about)("your cunt is wet like the tropic zone" i don't understand why anybody would hate this smhh)

my favourite childhood band:333333333333

they're singing in a dialect which is really fucking cool!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ANOTHER ICONIC BANGERRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i don't trust anybody who says they don't know this.......

FOREVER OBSESSED WITH HERRRR I LOVE HER VOICE SM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

ANON WHO WAS TALKING ABT WHAT MUSIC SUGURU LISTENS 2 ,,,,,, i pose 2 thee ,,,,,,,, r&b n rap ,,,,,,,,,,,

2 me hes a big kendrick lamar, de la soul, 2pac, aaliyah, alicia keys, erykah badu fan ,,,, just cuz thats who he is 2 me !!! he reminds me of those deep greens, warm browns, n the taste of earth on ur tongue ,,,

but he can appreciate The Classics DEF !!!!!!! he has a big appreciation 4 ALL music me thinks ,,, [and its a personal little hc of mine that he can play bass guitar, drum kit, AND cello ,,, as an orchestra kid ,,,, my opinions r CORRECT] [also hed probably play some rlly low instrument like ,,, tuba or bass clarinet] [satoru would play the trumpet . hed empty his spit valve on sugurus head .] [hed also play violin and be ANNOYINGGG abt it . all violins r annoying asf . [i play violin]]

honestly i think hes just attracted 2 slower, warmer music ,,, like stuff ud listen 2 in the kitchen at 11 pm and the lights a nice warm color and the leftover smell of takeout lingers in the air while you and your lover sit right next 2 each other

OH and satoru would like tyler the creator he was at camp flog gnaw i was there i saw him TRUST [ignore. ignore the racist allegations i free him from those shackles by the power vested in me as a melanated individual] i feel like hed rlly like outkast but only their SUPERR popular stuff, like so fresh, so clean or ms. jackson

also sugurus def a numetal fan . and goth ,,,,,, SUGURU IN TRAD GOTH MAKEUPPP OH MY GOHDDDDDDDDDD and w the piercings ,,,,,,,

going back on him having appreciation 4 all music i mean ALLLLL music . if u go thru his playlists half of them r in languages he doesnt even know but he LOVES them ,,,,, im thinking some songs in yoruba, sanskrit, somali, telugu, spanish, māori, hawaiian ,,,,,,,,,,,

OKI FINAL THING . big Big BIGGGG punk music fan ,,, his whole thing is abt doing whats right for the world and the people around him, and thru that he gets in2 the punk scene !!! yay !!! :3 prob likes bikini kill, xray spex, or the muslims ,,,,

AHHHHHH YOUR BRAIN …….. i’m surrounded by geniuses left and right 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 THIS IS CANON TO ME NOW BTW!!!!

you’re SO right i really think sugu is such a music guy……. loves EVERY kind of music for sure i hadn’t considered rap & rnb until now BUT THAT MAKES SOOOO MUCH SENSE …… “deep greens, warm browns, n the taste of earth on ur tongue” <- THIS IS SO SUGUCODED I CRIED…….

and !!! the classics too !!!! I AGREE SO HARD ON THE INSTRUMENTS i’ve always seen him playing either the bass or the drums but CELLO?????? is so unbelievably bigbrained. plays it for sure. and our pretentious little satoru….. for SURE a violin player and i think piano too. AND TRUMPET PLEASEEE WHY DOES THAT MAKE SM SENSE 😭😭….. he strikes me as the kinda guy who used to listen to nightcore religiously and i think sugu would find that personally offensive to the industry

honestly i think hes just attracted 2 slower, warmer music ,,, like stuff ud listen 2 in the kitchen at 11 pm and the lights a nice warm color and the leftover smell of takeout lingers in the air while you and your lover sit right next 2 each other

YEPPPP YEP ….. you can’t see me but i’m agreeing so hard my hands r shaking THIS IS HIM!!!! slow n warm music …… kitchen music …….. just . dreamy and tender …………. 😔😔😔 he’s so …..

ANDDD i agree on literally everything else too. i only know like half of these artists bc i’m embarrassingly unknowledgeable abt music but i trust your opinion w my life …. oh great orchestra master ………… (that’s so cool btw imho anyone who plays any kind of instrument is the Coolest person in the universe i’m so in awe) HE WOULD SOOO BE IN THE PUNK SCENE …… and he absolutely listens to all kinds of music no matter the language . i can see him picking up bits n pieces from the languages too bc that is our multilingual king 🤞 no matter where he is or who he’s talking to he fits in perfectly w any kind of music-loving crowd…. everyone loves him sb he goes to concerts and makes so many friends without even trying. that’s our guy.

tysm for sharing this w me i’ve decided that you’re objectively correct <333 akutami once said that suguru was “a liberal arts guy for sure” and i think abt it every single day . our artistic king . i love him.

[what-if-nct]

hi!!! i'm starting my sophmore year of high school and idk how to phrase this normally but ive never rlly gotten male attention before and now i think lowkey am and its fucking w me mentally bc idk if its all in my head or not 😭 do you have any tips to be more attractive actually pull guys and not js have the "hey do you send" on snap? and i'm a HUGEEE introvert 😭tbh any relationship tips would be helpful bc i've been pining sm lately :( also !! ilysm joyce take care of yourself!!

Hiii, okay so i totally understand what you mean. For me it didnt start really happening till i graduated high school funnily enough guys from high school only started approaching me till then which is frustrating at first. But the number one thing i want to tell you is and this is going to sound a bit like a bummer but trust me its important. Keep boys at the bottom of the priority list. They come after family, friends and your education. Im not saying dont look at them at all im just saying veiw dating and boys the way you view shopping or kpop a fun little hobby. Okay i hope that wasn't too much of a damper also be selective and picky only allow the boys who deserve to be in your presence around you. And this is going to be cliche but the best way to attract someone is to be truly yourself, dress the way the you feel the most authentic in. Express yourself just as you are. Ive found that when i look the most like myself, who i envision when i picture myself is when ive gotten the most attention. Speaking of not all attention is good attention so only focus on the people who make you feel comfortable and safe. Also being kind and sweet really goes a long way but not too kind, that was my mistake establish strong boundaries and standards. Think about what youre looking for and whats important to you and only allow that. Also most importantly be safe and follow your instincts. Ive endured so much trouble with dating and ive only just found someone who genuinely makes me happy and cares about me. But i just wanted to share all i could to make your journey easier than mine. I hope i was of any help to you🩷🩷🩷🩷

[daisys-reality]

hello there daisy I hope that you are having a gooday so far today & is staying safe

I am giving you this little ask of mine because I wanted to ask of you to see if you could possbily show me in a lovely tarot reading of yours when & how I will enter the void state

bc I am currently trying to manifest myself to just randomly wake up in the void state & I am ngl I am having quite the trouble manifesting my desired scenario to come to fruition within the 3d

I just really want to enter it already & manifest my dream life & than after that just respawn to my wr & forever leave this disgusting universe

I am kinda getting sick & tired of dealing with these struggles rn & I would really prefer if I didn't have to deal with them at all

like the struggles that I am currently dealing with atm is just lack of trust, belief, faith, fear & doubts ect

I have many more problems that I'm dealing with that's just a few of them that I have pointed out

its just making things way more harder for me than it needs to be & I hate that so sm

i just wanna get things over with & just completely end my suffering

but I can't do that if I am dealing with this

so please tell me there is actually something good at the end of the tunnel for me bc I don't want to deal with these problems of mine anymore

also if you can you please add any random messages within the reading if there are any about me & my void state journey plz & thank you

btw I saw the angel number 1212 while I was making this ask for you

thought that I would tell you

Oh dear... I know its been already some time since I received this asked, so perhaps you already realized your plans. Even if not, I hope you're doing fine.

Regarding your tarot reading request, I will gladly do a reading for you. Perhaps it's not necessary anymore but I'll do it just in case. ^^

Is there something good at the end of the tunnel for you? How and when will you enter the void state? + Advice from beings who love you dearly :

. I see that your health, especially your mental health, will drastically improve. You will gain peace of mind through mental clarity. You will be able to give yourself the guidance you so desperately seek. You will set boundaries for yourself about what you allow to reach you. You decide what you believe and what doesn't serve you. You will be strict about it and it will keep you on your throne, unbothered and confident. You will be the sole ruler of your earthly experience.

. To be honest, I don't think you will necessarily enter 'the void state'. I feel like there is something else you will do.

. If your first reaction while reading this was to get extremely worried, don't. There is no need to worry. This message is coming in strongly. Someone is trying to assure you about that. What you need to do is to release the parts of your past that feel like heavy baggage that you still keep carrying. Your mind desperately needs release. That's where all the worries and confusion and desperation is stemming from. Forgive your past self and accept what lies in the past to move on to a new life free from (emotional) burdens.

. This might be a bit random but I had this vision of a girl who has a little bird who is still learning to fly but is seemingly too scared to try. The girl is stuck in a life threatening situation and only the bird can help her out but only if it flies. She doesn't want to let the bird know about here worries because she doesn't want to unnecessarily pressure the little one more than it already does itself. So, instead the girl tries to be strong and patient and puts on a smile despite her burdens; she gives the bird all the love and assurance that it needs so that it becomes stronger and stronger, day by day. Nurtured by this love and trust the bird starts believing in itself, feeling assured enough to leave its comfort space and successfully tries to fly. "Finally", the girl thinks while tears of joy and relief stream down her face. The girl has put her trust in the bird and kept going no matter how long it would take, no matter how dark her current situation was. In the end, the girl was so glad she did. Nothing could ever compare to the joy she felt in that moment. Finally freedom.

. You are the girl and the bird is your inner self. Learn to trust yourself and give yourself the love and time to be able to freely "to try to fly" regardless of fears and doubts. Pressure won't do you good, it will only paralyse you. Take care of yourself as you would with a baby bird. 🧡🌷

. Also, there is strong emphasis on how you have to choose your connections wisely. Only spend time with people that uplift you and bring you joy. Spending happy moments with others and spoiling yourself/fulfilling your needs is a key element in reaching your goal. Things are going in the right direction when you feel like the path you're on is making you happy. If it doesn't, you might have to rethink your decision/path. There are many options for you to be successful. Trust your instinct. You want to be happy, right? Like truly truly happy? Then, I'm sure you know exactly what to do to reach this state of bliss. 🐦🪹☀���

🚫 I DO NOT ACCEPT TAROT READING REQUESTS RIGHT NOW. 🚫

[mariahcarreyyy]

Hi love xx

I've started writing some fics *if you'd want to read a little I'd love to send you some and get your feedback* BUT I opened up asks and I'm having trouble, like I want to write them all and make people happy but sometimes I come across some that I'm just not feeling, sometimes I write them anyway but I just don't feel like they come out as my best work.

I look up to you sooo much because you're an amazing writer for 1 but 2 also seem like just an all around genuine amazing person so I wanted to get your advise.

How do you determine which ones to do and which ones not to? Cause it's really hard for me.

*Also, I want to come off anon but I'm shy could I be 🪼 anon if it's not already taken so you can tell which messages are mine? Until I get confidence to come off anon which will hopefully be soon, I'm getting a bit more comfortable in the fic world lol*

hi babe!!! and yes ofc u can be 🪼 anon <3

Okay so 1. u can definitely send me some snippets of ur writing i'd love to read them!!! 2. tysm for trusting me with giving advice HAHAHA. anywayze onto the actual advice.

listen, babes. ive said this before and i'll say it again: nobody is entightled to ur work. if someone sends u a request that you might not be comfortable with or even if you just dont feel like writing it, please dont force urself to write. ive been there, done that & ur only gonna end burnt out because at that point, u arent writing for ur own enjoyment.

for me, i dont really put much thought into it if im being honest (in regards to which reqs i chose to ignore/write). if i see a request, and my mind immediately starts reeling with stuff that i could write + im excited to write it, then those are usually the ones i end up writing.

when i started off writing on tumblr (wayyyy b4 i got into f1), i would be terrified of not writing requests bcs they asked for smth and i should give it to them, right????? wrong. at the end of the day, were all doing this for free. so if someone/anon gets upset or mad that you didnt write their request, although i doubt this would happen, kindly tell them to fuck off

p.s. sorry for the long reply, i just resonate with this feeling sm and i dont want u to push urself over ur limit n burn urself out (just like i did)

p.p.s. good luck jelly, i hope u feel comfy in this community soon <33

[bonesandthebees]

Hello :] I'm obsessively analyze all of your fics, so i just wanted to ask some questions about a few of those analysises and theories of mine!

So first off, Stars questions!

How did the people of Zephys IV accept Wilbur ast the Crown prince? I know that a few, for example Jack, most definitely accepted him as the future king, but what about the civilians? How did they react to Phil adopting the ex-prince of Eldingvegr and also making him the Heir to the throne?

And also! How does blaziphane work? I know it extends lifespans, but how? I always imagined that it had something to do with the blood and heart of the one taking it or maybe the brain so that it stimulised the heart to keep on beating longer, but again, it's just a theory I made up. How does it truly work? But aside from that, I honestly love the idea of blaziphane! I think it's just a very nice addition to the worldbuilding, especially since it's native to Eldingvegr and is a major part of its economy :]

Next off, Big Q's Big Six!

Boy, oh boy, this one has been on my mind for a while. I've always wondered why Phil even decided to take in Tommy from the streets. I mean he was just a kid without a home on the streets, there were probably hundreds of them, he wasn't the only one, so why?

And also, just a random rant about this fic. I love seeing Tommy be an actual dirty crime boy, even if he is royalty. It's just so nice to see how you made sure not to just make his old habits suddenly dissappear after becoming royalty! It's so much more realistic to see the impulsive thoughts and urges to go back to his old ways of living, even if he isn't forced to do it, but more so because of the adrenaline and energy he gets from it. Also, Niki is such a girlboss, I love her so much. /p She's always a badass girlboss in all of your fics, with a soft side of course, and I love it.

Strings :]

God. I have never read such an emotional red strings soulmate AU (I've read many, many red strings AUs because I sm obsessed with them.) You always do such a good job with showing emotions and attachment towards people and things that you shouldn't/don't understand why you feel (ex. In world forgetting Tommy missing Wilbur before he even remembered!)

This isn't really a question, more of an analysis I wanted to share!

I have a feeling that this will have something to do with the bracelets. One of them would have to braid a bracelet that will make their paths intertwine and connect them! Just a random gut feeling, or me overanalysing as always, but either way I still love the story and I cannot explain the joy that fic gives me. :]

Thats about it, so yeah, this was long but I just needed to ask the questions. The analysis at the end just came to me, so I wrote it down, but the questions were eating my soul. /hj

Anyway, let's just wrap this up. Goodbye, take care! :]

-🌻

omg these are fun questions to get especially on big q's lmao

ok for your stars questions:

the thing about zephys iv is that unlike eldingvegr, there is no such thing as 'tradition' on zephys iv bc the empire has only existed for roughly 30 years. the citizens are a mixing bowl of former miners from all different parts of the galaxy. this government formed from a workers revolution, so these are just common, working class people who don't have any ties to specific planets or ideas about 'tradition' because they're making their own traditions. so while most of them recognize that it's a bit unusual for their emperor to adopt the ex prince of another planet and make him the heir, no one really minds it. they have a lot of faith in phil as their emperor, so they trust that he would only choose wilbur as his heir if he was going to do a good job.

oh god I really should know how blaziphane works since I literally have a degree in human biology but I also just... haven't thought about it. though I think I can say that it lengthens lifespans by encouraging regeneration of organs to prevent things like organ failure through stem cell growth, while simultaneously boosting the immune system to help people battle diseases. I could get more technical with it and discuss DNA strand repair through the use of CRISPR but I don't feel like pulling up a research paper rn to make sure what I'm thinking is right lmao

(also in case anyone hasn't figured it out, blaziphane was inspired by blaze powder being used as a base for potions in minecraft)

oh god okay time to try and remember wtf I was thinking when I wrote big q's big six it's been so long

although I didn't go into detail with the backstory, the gist with tommy was that he met wilbur and techno while he was still living on the streets and they all started to bond. kinda like when your kid brings home a stray dog. wilbur and techno kept hanging out with tommy and soon brought him to the palace to meet phil, and he visited for a few months before phil got so endeared to him he asked if he just wanted to move in. then eventually phil just decided to make it official and adopted him. so it wasn't like he just picked a random street kid to adopt. wilbur and techno found him and it was a gradual found family arc that happened with the four of them

thank you though!! big q's was really my first foray into writing a multi chapter fic for dsmp so I characterized everyone a bit differently than I do now, but it was still a fun time overall. tommy was especially interesting to write and I had a lot of fun thinking over the heist stuff lol

aw thank you so much for the kind words about strings!! the movie your name is such an interesting take on the red string of fate soulmate idea, so I loved switching it around in a platonic way with crimeboys. i love showcasing connections between people that shouldn't exist. there's no logical reason for this attachment to be there, and yet it's there, and these people care about each other. now what are they gonna do about it? it just makes for the most interesting kinds of relationships

hm interesting theory. we'll have to wait and see :)

ty for this ask it was so fun to go through!!

[yagamisdiary]

i just KNOW that one of the traitors is mikasa and here’s my proof:

1- In the earlier chapters we learnt that both of her parents were dead but how could two perfectly fine adults with a whole ass children can die so suddenly? coal mine explosion!!

2- We also learnt that she had never left Eldia before and i feel like thats a perfect cover up lie

3- While one of the chapters were being written, u said that the traitor would be in the ch a (i’m not sure of this one tho u lie a lot) and i think mikasa was in that ch but i might have to reread it idk

4- Her reveal would be THE most dramatic reveal ever written since yn trusts mikasa sm

for the second person i think it might be eren bc he was already framed and it would make them the perfect bonnie and clyde couple so idk aside from eren its def someone from Ember perhaps someone close to the royalty of Ember OR someone with a disease who needs the flowers presence

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[kiankiwi]

(baby steps au) imagine that the day that we're finally taking home e one of the workers just starts to tell us the things he likes and does like "he has a sweet tooth, just give him sweets when he asks for them bc he gets so happy. you may have a rough start with him tho, he's still kinda weary but hes such q sweetheart. he's just getting used to things" and when we go looking for e he's napping and sucking qt his hands so we gently pick him up and he wakes up immediately and looks around until he sees us.

he just looks at us and then he just forces himself to be up even tho he's fighting his sleep qnd when he's in the car seat he falls asleep again. e is happy tho, bc when we get home the nursery is ready and e just wobbles to the nursery and we be like "there's a surprise for you in the nursery baby, go. i'll be making dinner" bc the worker told us to give e some space and he'll just come to us when he's ready.

and when e is in the nursery and sees the kitty plushie he smiles and just immediately starts to cuddle the kitty. he is so gentle with the kitty and if we hear some babbling from the nursery it's definitely e talking with the kitty he loves it sm that he doesn't let anyone touch the kitty

We're like "I thought I'd have to do a lot of work with him to trust me and I'm prepared to go back and forth with it. He's unsure if going back to sleep is safe so he at least tries to stay up until he knows where we're taking him and when we get home he's like "ALL OF THIS IS MINE?" and gets so excited. And we just let him do his thing getting used to the new house and looking around while we make dinner. And E brings the kitty plushie to dinner because he doesn't want to part with anything that is now his so we're just serving him and we're like "oh good you found your surprise"

HE LOVES HIS KITTY

I can just see Jerry attempting to touch the kitty to play with E and he SHOVES jerry's hand away like "nope. MY kitty. get your own"

[brick-a-doodle-do]

Thanks! As far as I know you didn't leave any sort of comment on the Vara merch but I did get that ask—I gotta do the one from beckyu before that one tho and you once again gave me a challenge bc I haven't drawn the Axel's aunt yet so I don't even know what she looks like

Me being coded for writing stories comes down to me being able to hyperfixate on something so much that I can spend the entire day and not eat at all and not feel hungry—I usually get yelled at before it gets that far bc I have low blow sugar so it kinda backfires on me

And—

You have given me too much power—

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AH okay time to go reblog it >:)

SVHFDSJ you've got a whole original character to create AFTER writing the thing with them in it that's just amazing FJDJF ALSOOO i'm happy i've picked a challenge yet again >:DDD

oh......thanks for the tutorial! i'll let you know how it goes :D

OH jeez okay DON'T do that- just...take the creative process slow and see if maybe that helps a lil bit? idk i know the power which i have over creative brain is very little but hopefully that's different for you,,,

OH OH OH OH you want to test me? i'm doing all of them.

"(get too close baby) knock on your door, then i" — flowers (the nbhd)

"purpose on a pedestal, looking back at you, look what i have done, look what i can do" — nobody (half-alive) (ty becky i love this song now) (i also like the lil hum right under that line)

"i made sure i held you close to me" — call out my name (the weeknd) (also the second line not the first)

"dancing through the night" OR the last "touch me, yeah. i want you to touch me there. make me feel like i am breathing, make me feel like i am human, again" — a little death (the nbhd)

"don't trust english boys, with far too much free time" — your sister was right (you better know)

ohhh can i do the whole song....? ughhhh i'd do the whole song but if i HAD to choose: "sent my soul on a little vacation, yeah" — cherry flavored (the nbhd)

"house so empty need a centerpiece, 20 racks a table cut from ebony" or the the OR the lil intermission between lines idk what it's called — starboy (the weeknd)

the last "remember what the people said" in all the choruses (if that makes sense) OR "and when they said what i wanted was a figment, i had to turn the other cheek but i was listening" — let it go (the nbhd)

"has melancholy taken you for good?" — sweetie little jean (cage the elephant)

this WHOLE thing lmao — escapism. - sped up (raye, 070 shake)

"now it's three in the mornin' and i'm tryin' to change your mind — why'd you only call me when you're high? (arctic monkeys)

"and the sound when leather jackets hit the floor. you should hear when you're not around, when it's just us horny poets who can't wait to write it down" — not allowed (tv girl) (idk why i like it sm, the lyrics specifically are just cool)

"i can't wait til the drought is over" — cry baby (the nbhd)

"if you didn't go and fall in love, and ruin everything — losing face (wil ofc) (i like this line specifically bc it reminds me of the demo and that is DEFINITELY one of my favorite wilbur lines)

"maybe it's a blessing in disguise (i see myself in you), i see your reflection in my eyes" — reflections (the nbhd)

"the hardest place to be is right where you are" — arrow (half-alive) (half-alive's choruses are always bomb af)

(i'll let you know right here that i am tired of going through lyrics but i'm still gonna do it because i want you to know i am MISREADING this ask and am GOING TO DO ALL 19 INFINITY EMOJIS because MY HUMOR IS MESSED UP and THIS IS WHAT I FIND FUNNY LMFAO)

"running in circles now look what you've done (woo), give you my word as you take it and run — friends (chase atlantic)

"no one deserves you yeah you're mine, only with you i feel alive. if you leave me here i'll die, i need you to stay" — stay (ari abdul)

"what's the point of all the noise if we can't hear each other?" or the lil rap — girls & boys (jesse®)

OH MY GOD I AM SO TIRED OF THIS FINALLY I AM AT 19 LMAO

DO NOT QUESTION ME AGAIN AND ALSO THE ASK GAME IS OFF I'M NOT REMINDING ANYONE ELSE TO SEND ME AN INFINITY I AM TIRED AS HELL 😭 /lh /nm/nmay

[dragonsbone]

Hello I just saw your LOTR oc and I immediately fell in love!

Feel free to infodump about her!

-@heresthefanfiction

ahhhhh thank u so much !!! im so glad you like her bc i had her for like a week and i would die for her fghnjmnbhg !! and i appreciate this ask sm i will gladly info dump my bb (づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ♡

rínien, my darling, is the youngest of the three. she is ten years younger than boromir and five years younger than faramir. she is a formidable warrior with a courageous heart and an extremely stubborn mind. she cares very little of lore, unlike faramir and their father, and craves the feeling of a sword in her hand or a bow on her back. she loves a good fight, no matter the odds. though, it is still rare and highly looked down upon for a women to be in battle. it’s one of the many reasons their father detests her. but boromir encouraged that side of her and taught her how to properly fight, just as he’d done with faramir when he was of age. he believed in her and never shamed or belittled her of wanting to fight for their family.

but more of rínien as a character, she is quite complicated. with her brothers and fellow gondorians, she can remain her true self. a bit boastful at times, especially after a few cups of ale, but she is known to be brave, unyielding, and dedicated to the people of gondor. however, when rínien is around strangers or potential threats, a wall is built within her. she can be cold, cynical, and often unpleasant to be around. it’s very difficult for her to place her trust in others. rínien remains guarded, both emotionally and physically, until there comes a definite moment where she can confidently call someone a companion or a friend. it definitely takes a long time for her to trust aragorn, but that’s a whole other discussion.

she is paired with another main oc of mine named arion. they are the embodiment of “he was sunshine, i was midnight rain”. he is first, and foremost, a true himbo. listen, i got a thing for himbos and it’s my fic so i do what i want lol. he was one of the free folk of eriador and became a ranger of the north when he was old enough. arion is as open and honest as they come. he is true to himself and shows everyone the kind of man he is. he is compassionate, selfless, heroic, humble, and so much more. definitely drinks the respect women juice as he should and bc i said so. while i still plotting to have all my ideas connect cohesively with each other, i do plan on having him and aragorn as a duo prior to the fellowship and having their friendship become a big part of their characters.

what i do have figured out is rínien and arion’s relationship. as aforementioned, rínien doesn’t trust people easily, meanwhile arion does. most of the time, it works in his favor. they balance each other out and compliment their different personalities. rínien can be distant, arion can be welcoming. and so on. they help each other through so much, especially after the loss of boromir and rínien, eventually, revenge arc. but they are so wholesome to me and i very much enjoy them!!

well, that’s all i’ll info dump rn before this post becomes too long !! but i hope u like what’s to come of this idea <3

send me an ask

[secretcessy]

respondinf to ur post that replied to my ask from earlier !!!! HAIAIAI CESSYYY >< i missed u sososo much u don’t even know !!! gosh ilove u sm🤗🤗

anyway i fear ur so real. ive been quickly posting out fics nd drafts so my followers can be fed sumn substantial enough !!! school has me sooooo cramped it’s INSANE 💔💔

atm im trying to apply for part time jobs rn as well as do tutoring for my volunteer hours 🫡🫡hopefully i can balance all that alongside hw and exams !!! who told me to take ap classes mannnn😞im genuinely gonna pull my hair outtttt sos !!! gonna miss sm things once school becomes heavier sighhhh but don't worry im never forgetting u cessy !!! love u so much 🗣️🗣️

u r so right ohmygod. november has js started nd it’s getting a lil chilly !! ion likeee it😭😭 i am SO bad w colder temperatures it’s so insane but at least no more frequent mosquitos !!! those little fat insects bite me sm it’s insane🥹and UGH i love hotpot esp when it’s at home likeee it’s js so comforting nd cozy 🫂🫂

please !!! tell me ab ur dreams bc so far i barelyyy get dreams now 😞 mine used to be sooo insane it was like i was smoking something while asleep 😣😣

ohmygod i totally forgot ab roblox !!! likeee idk, i js barely go on it now, i rmb durinf quarantine id js grind and grind on arsenal and adopt me 🤞🤞it was a def an odd combo but yk i was on that grind i fear nothing would’ve stopped me 💪💪 ill def have to look into froggie pond tycoon when ihave the time to ><

omgg i need to tell u this !! i recently went to queens cs i felt like it nd ive never been to any other borough but my own and manhattan and i got these little phone hippers from this store and they’re SO cute. like they’re called smiski phone hippers nd they’re so adorable💔💔 ugh i love cute little trinkets like the smiskis js look like they have no thoughts in their heads nd honestly that’s SO real !!!!

on a side note, i wanna give u a lil heads up, perchance a katseye sophia fic may be released this week for u !! 🤫🤫 perchance… 🤗🤗🤗

anywayyy i yapped sm ohmygod idk if ts is even gonna be able to send🥹🥹 goodluck reading this and hope u the best cessyyyy !!!!

HAI NING MY BABEH NINGGG iI MISSED MY NING TOO AWWHHIE HI BEBIII <333

I haven't finished binge reading ur fics bae 😭😭 I have sooo much to catch on but lowk can't wait to read them all GGRRAAHH everyone say thank you ninguitar for feeding ur children what a very responsible good parent u are not like me whos been traumatizing my children w hunger lmfao IM SRY KIDS BUT!! don't push urself too much w posting you need lots of rest and you totes deserve it bb 😚💖💖

WE TWINNING bc im also abt to apply for one more job bc I need me some more cash and money I hope I don't get passed out or something yall pray for me my workplace rn be stressing me out sm especially when my boss just changed and a lot of things changed liikkkeee gimme my old boss back ( I liked her very much she was like a 2nd mom to me liikkkeee waaahhhhhh ✋😭😭) I WILL NEVER FORGET YOU NING TRUST love you tew sm to ever forget an iconic sweet soul like you 💋💋💋

no bc literally where'd fall go????? it was HOT a while ago and now it's suddenly cold like where'd my fav season autumn go😭😭😭 girl the mosquitos here are soldiers they be still hanging around when its alr freezing season for them they be built different I fear 😟😟 like tf why you buzzin by my ear LEAVE ME ALONE 💔

im SO gonna tell you abt my weird ass dreams ning like they be diff level weirdness and I cant seem to stop seeing those types of dreams lately I've been waking up w fast pulses its crazy like tell me what I I did to watch those kinds of dreams man 😞😞

im currently locked in w restaurant tycoon again twas a total bitch at first bc yknow how I have to do EVERYTHING and it was a menace but now that I've got my workers I'm free from being a slave to my own restaurant <333 I might or might not be overworking my workers but oh well :P

I USED TO HAVE A SONNY ANGEL PHONE HIPPER jhgfdsasdfghjk like its an animal series and I got the lion one and its so so super duper cute you can see the cute litol wings and cute litol butt from the back and I LOVED it smmmm AND YOU BOUGHT A SMISKI ONE?????? OOOOUUUU I WISH 😭😭 I love love loovvee smiskis too they're so cute they have lots of variety and series to collect and oh god I dunno what I want my hands to get onto like I WANT THEM ALL <33333

IN SOPHIA LAFORTEZA WE TRUST god that womans got me on chokehold cant take my eyes off her when shes on screen like bae what did you do to me 😞💖💖 DONT PUSH URSELF buuuttt I cant wait for your banger fics bebi ur works are what makes this shitty world a better place never forget that ning 😚💗

[jils-things]

WAAAH HIHIHI YES HE LOOKS VERY PRETTY INDEED <33 I also love that additional to his messy hairstyle his shirt isn't fully tucked in his trousers… I think that's also the case on his cabinet of curiosities skin? (Look at me noticing small details like this whatiswrongwithme hmmmmfghh) It's just a very nice detail and idk why but THAT GREEN WRISTBAND IS SO NICE?? I LOVE ITT 💚

Norton and Naib wanting to give you birthday gifts and you're like “THANKS KUYA” running to Naib, taking his flowers while throwing the cake at Norton's face PFFFFTT

HJGDHJKG THANK UU I'M SO GLAD ;w; I'm always so nervous talking about a source I don't really know bc I could get something wrong or ooc (especially to someone who DOES know - but I'm so glad you're excited, it makes me also really excited to read your replies and thoughts!!)

PSSSHHHHPSSSSHHHH M-Maybe I'm thinkin thoughts like this mayyyvbeee… Maybe holding his hand or giving him a quick smooch hidden behind his hood AGGHHGHH (Headline on the naib newspaper “🐭 anon hopelessly falling for jil's kuya”)

THIS MAKES ME THINK I read in his lore that he's wearing his hood to disguise his identity - imagine Irene and maybe another close person for him (NOT A SI/OC OF MINE OR SOMETHING NOO I'm not already brainstorming lore ideas what do you mean) are the only ones around, where he takes his hood off because he trusts them SO MUCH THEY ARE ALLOWED TO SEE HIS REAL SELF AHHHGHJJ I'm making myself cry while writing this

- 🐭 anon

BRO BRO. BRO MY EYES WERE CONSTANTLY WIDENING AT EVERY SMALL DETAIL YOU NOTICED LIKE GIRL I WOULDN'T HAVE PAID THAY CLOSE ATTENTION unless they were my romantic fos!!!! THE FACT YOU JUST LOOKED CLOSELY AT HIMIM CACKLINGG AND GIGGGLINGG I KEPT GOING "oh they're right. (stares) oh they're right (stares) OH THEYRE RI-" NAURRR YOU LIKEHIM SO MUCH YOU'RE LOOKING INTO THE SUBTLETIES EEKEKEKE IM POKING YOUR CHEEK WHWHEHRHSHEHE I CAN ONLY NOD AND AGREE ESPECIALLY THAY GREEN WRISTBAND

im so glad you're enjoying the source tho as well like i really REALLY didnt think much was gonna care but then there's u and ekans and imhehdjthdjrjdkr YOURE EVEN GETTING THE SHIP DYNAMICS ACCURATE ITS SOOO 🥹🥹🥹🥹 WKWKWLWLLW IM JUST GLAD IT ENTERTAINED YOU AS AN OUTSIDER

ME READING THE NEXT PARAGRAPH LIKE

UHUHHHHHHH YOU WANNA? HMM U WANNA??? BEHIND HIS HOOOODDD?!?!?! HOW SCANDALOUS... /J /T WEHEHRHHEHE i wrote that news headline i wrote and COOKED that 💥💥💥

THEFUCKING FACT YOU RECALLED HIM WEARING A HOODIE TO HIDE HIS FACE AND RJTHDHDJRKSKDHSJEJS IM EXPLODING SM IM 💥💥💥💥💥🥹🥹🥹 UHUHHHHHH UHUH what if he opened his Hood to YOU!!!!!!!! DONTLIE TO ME YOURE MAKING A NAIB PARTNER DONT LIE T MEEEEEEE /JJJJJ EIRHRHDHDNDJDHSJ ROLLS AROUND AND CRIES AAAYAYAYAAA KUYAAAA HAS A PARTNER OOOOOOO naib is already well past the bodyguard status he is very close to irene of course his hood comes out in his free time. he wants to be genuine and for real with her.... hes kinda ehh with norton but hey time will tell...

BUT HEY NOW. IS THERE SOMEONE HE'S REVEALING HIS FACE TO NOW? 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨 YOU? YOU? HUH? 🥺🥺🥺🥺 /JJJ ERJHEJRHFHFHDHD SHAKES YOU AND DIES AAYAAA