#bittersweet

[sillyfull-jua]

Ricky when i catch you Ricky

OC belongs to: @jvrozx

(Also sorry for my poor attempt at picsart)

[nanakoblaze]

Sorry Hanto, no special treatment for you.

[ink-on-paper]

Letter to the Hero

Oh my dear hero or heroine, 

I’m so sorry I'll never learn your name. And I'm so so really sorry you had to live this life. My only hope is this has been the path you’ve chosen and not the will of others imposed on you. 

You won’t find me, so don’t bother searching. No, I'm not hiding, waiting for the perfect moment to strike; no, I'm not in another hiding spot, laughing at your mistake and no, you’ve not arrived too late. I’m just dead. Be happy, please, you’ve won.

Why, you’re probably asking now. I don’t know what they have told you about  me, what my reputation is, but if I have to guess, probably I'm the evil witch who stole the dream of immortality. I’m sorry, again, that you all had to follow me on this absurd quest. 

Reborn, our species has always been able to be reborn, to live again and again and experience the beauty of existence. But I was broken, I didn't remember only the faint sensations and distant voices; everything was so vivid and dark. 

Who could I blame for the murder of my mother, when that happened centuries ago, with now my mom next to me, reading bedtime stories? Who could assist me, share the pain of wars fought for reasons to me still unknown? How could I endure another life? 

I know I shouldn't have and I'm not asking you to forgive me. With what courage could I ask you that, since I don't even know how many lives disappeared, and how many did I steal from you.

Look on the desk, near this letter there should be a book. Open it on page 538, there is the spell I used. Bring it to the mages at the castle you came from, or to someone who knows magic, and I'm sure they will be able to reverse its effects. I also regret not having crafted an antidote for my egoistic actions, but the voices of the dead are so loud and all my tears still aren’t enough to silence them. 

I think I'll be happy now. If you feel bad for me, please don’t be and if you hate me, I think I deserve it. You’re free too, go live your life, I'll pray it’ll be successful. 

I’m sorry my pain consumed my people

Goodnight, Your villainess, Neyla

[mythboundcal]

The Garden Doesn’t Know She’s Gone Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom Fanfic by MythboundCal

Zelda’s garden doesn’t know she’s gone.

It still blooms like she’ll be back any second—like the sunflowers haven’t noticed she stopped humming to them, like the lavender didn’t watch her vanish into light.

Link stands at the gate. The wood is soft with age, half-swallowed by ivy. The watering can rests exactly where she left it in Hateno. Rusting. Waiting.

He doesn’t touch it.

Not out of neglect.

Just… fear.

That if he waters the garden, it might forget her—that its roots will stop searching for her footsteps, its blossoms will stop blooming in her colors.

So he lets it grow wild.

The basil climbs the wrong wall. The squash vines curl over the porch. The chimes still sing when the wind hits just right, a song no one ever wrote down.

And her gloves still hang on a bent nail by the shed. One turned inside out. He doesn’t fix it.

Somewhere beneath the soil are seeds she never named. He won’t dig for them. If they bloom, they bloom. If they don’t… he’ll wait with them.

Today, he sits. The Master Sword leans nearby, but he doesn’t reach for it.

The porch creaks under his weight. He watches the marigolds twitch in the breeze, reaching for hands that never come.

The villagers don’t ask anymore. He’s glad.

Because how do you explain a wound that grows flowers?

Even now, he hears her voice on the air—light, scolding, fond. “Don’t overwater the rosemary, Link. It hates being fussed over.”

He doesn’t answer.

Just lets the wind rustle the leaves. Lets the garden carry the silence.

And when a white lily opens—out of season, out of place—he doesn’t wonder how.

The garden remembers.

So he doesn’t have to.

[violetaquadelight]

🔸️💠Don't forget me💠🔸️

[urfrenfishy]

[prettygirl-gabi]

Through the Lens series Masterlist

Most to all dividers used in this series was made by @bernardsbendystraws

Thank you again!! Rose

Rating: General Audiences (for most chapters but ratings will be updated each chapter also along with warnings being updated as well)

Warning: none^

Paring: !Super Senior Paige Bueckers x !photographer fem reader (reader is intended to black, but anyone can read it)

Fandom: Women's basketball

Tagline: Capturing every moment, even the ones that break us.

Brief Description/Intro:

When Y/N’s professor encourages her to use UConn Women’s Basketball as her muse for her final project, she never expects to find herself drawn to one player in particular—Paige Bueckers. As a junior with a passion for game photography, Y/N captures Paige’s every move, but their connection takes an unexpected turn during a game when Paige’s block shatters Y/N’s favorite camera, dueing her first night with the team. What begins as a series of chance encounters quickly grows into something deeper, despite the looming uncertainty of Paige’s final season as a super senior before heading to the WNBA. Can they navigate the lines between passion, distance, and dreams—or will their connection remain a fleeting glimpse into what could have been?

Moodboard pt.1

Questions?

Official Playlist

Moodboard pt.2

Moodboard pt.3

Moodboard pt.4

Prologue: A Shattered Beginning

Chapter 1: Through the Lens of Dreams

Chapter 2: Caught on Camera

Chapter 3: Focus on Us

Chapter 4: Holding My Breath

Chapter 5: In the Spotlight

Chapter 6: Sidelines and distractions

Chapter 7: Homecoming

Chapter 8: Unspoken but Understood

Chapter 9: Just Us

Chapter 10: Under Pressure

Chapter 11: Silence and Reconciliation

Chapter 12: The Storm We Needed

Chapter 13: Trust The Process

Chapter 14: The Raw Moments

Chapter 15: The Final Cut

Chapter 16: Marking Her Territory

Chapter 17: Court-Side Love and Matching Jerseys

Chapter 18: Family Photo Shoot

Chapter 19: Stormy Nights

Chapter 20: Breaking Points

Chapter 21: Timeout

Chapter 22: Crossing Lines

Chapter 23: In Focus

Chapter 24: On Different Courts

Chapter 25: Birthday Surprise

Chapter 26: Granny’s Slip-Up

Chapter 27: Ghosted and Launched

Chapter 28: Family Ties and Fresh Beginnings

Chapter 29: Ghost Of The Past

Chapter 30: Past Shadows and Present

Chapter 31: Distraction and Comfort

Chapter 32: Crashing Out Respectfully

Chapter 33: Let Me Be There

Chapter 34: A Promise

Chapter 35: All That Mattered

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-Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

-prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️

[sun-e-chips]

Gentle thumbs trace along your chin and cheeks as Moon falls into a stream of memories. You all have grown into this big world and it fits you, though a lot is different, some things remain the same.

He says your eyes haven’t changed, still entirely you, that same wonder and excitement shining through.

[mossy-fuzz]

Pink skies for sore eyes

[lolitabreath]

[nanakoblaze]

The true strongest

[w3irdoartist]

The higher the stack, the greater the cowboy.

(Note: I'm finally free from uni for a bit. Les get cracking.)

[cherryyluvs]

Late Night Lessons

There’s just something about Mark being soft and sweet..🥲

It was late. Too late to still be studying.

The glow of the lamp barely reached the edges of the room, casting a soft shadow over the mess of open textbooks and scattered notes on the floor.

Mark sat across from you, legs stretched out, a crease forming between his brows as he has been staring at the same page for the last ten minutes.

"Mark" you sighed, nudging his leg with your foot. "You're not even trying anymore."

Mark sighed

“You know," he said, voice low, "studying's is kind of overrated anyway." You rolled your eyes, but the heat in your cheeks betrayed you. "We have a test tomorrow."

Mark’s gaze softened as he shifted, moving closer, his knee lightly touching yours as he leaned in a bit.

A flicker of something playful in his eyes. "I know," Mark whispered, His fingers brushed the side of your face, sending a shiver down your spine. "But right now.." His eyes flicked to your lips, then back up. "I think I'm learning something more important."

"And what's that?"

Mark smiled, so close you could feel his breath.

“You're the only thing I want to get right.”

Neither of you moved for a moment, your heart pounding against your chest.

Slowly, Mark leaned in, his nose lightly touching yours. And his lips met yours - soft, slow, careful - it felt like the sweetest distraction.

And maybe you should've cared about the test tomorrow - but with Mark kissing you like this, you couldn't seem to remember why you would.

[yuurivoice]

everytimewetouch.mp3

[vintagehomecollection]

Elegance in Flowers: Classic Arrangements for All Seasons, 1985

[vacillatordoll]