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oh hell nah 😭
“thank you for pretending you didn’t know how to.”
that last line did it for me. they pretended? oh that’s real love and now i’m ruined for anyone else (not like i wasn’t before but i digress) 🫠
sahar, i think you’ve singlehandedly redefined what true love is for me and i am forever grateful. never stop sharing your beautiful thoughts and ideas. sincerely a realist but also a hopeless (yet cynical) romantic (like make it make sense, why am i like this)
Orange
hyunjin x reader. childhood friends to lovers. implied soulmates. hyune's pov.
this is the prequel & sequel to you're in the wind, i'm in the water. you need to read the prev fic first to understand how hyunjin and mc confessed to one another!!
this is very self indulgent but it's also my bd gift so i get a pass hehe also a tribute to one of my fav love languages which is peeling an orange for someone :')
based on Chemtrails Over the Country Club by Lana Del Rey,, so highly recommend listening to it while reading :)) feedback is appreciated as always <333
i'm on the run with you my sweet love
The beige sand warms the soles of your feet as you and Hyunjin run along the shore. His parents sit by a towel, watching you with idle curiosity as you’re propelled forth by the brisk winds; and a sense of feedom only found in the tender hearts of children.
Hyunjin doesn’t know where you’re taking him. He didn’t question you when you entwined your fingers with his before running away, your footprints etched upon the sandy canvas. His sole attention was on your clammy hand, tightly clasping his.
Hyunjin didn’t yet understand what it meant to crave the hand of someone in yours, for it to feel natural for fingers to hold one another. He was only seven. What does one really know at this age?
But he knew that he was drawn to grand things. The beauty of fireworks as they unfold in the sky, dazzling colors rivaling the hues of sunsets. To the towering sunflowers his mother takes him to see, so tall their petals almost seem to be reaching for the sun’s embrace. To the full moon and the way it hangs close to earth, as if yearning to enter our horizon, to sink into the soil and rest.
But in that moment, as he watched your gleeful smile, the blush tinting your cheeks as you tugged him along, a different amazement grew within his soul. It was quiet, it was soft, it didn't overwhelm his seven-years-old heart. It was enough.
You finally stop by a rock, settling in the sand with your hair fanning around you like a halo. Hyunjin hovers over you, his tentative gaze tracing your features, trying to pinpoint what had made that peculiar feeling pour over his body, like candle wax finally meeting its destined mold.
He doesn't find an answer, only your kind smile as you tap the place near you. You were giddy, as if you had run far when his parents remained mere meters away.
Hyunjin had noticed this urge in you to flee, to wander, always. He didn't know what it means. He thought that perhaps you didn't know either. He wondered if you'd ever run away from him. The question burned the tip of his tongue.
"Will we always run together?" Hyunjin suddenly asks, kneeling to meet your eyes.
"If you want to," you shrug. "Will you run away with me when we're older?"
"Where to?" he asks, a note of apprehension coloring his tone.
"I don't know. We'll know later."
"Okay."
"You pinky promise?"
"I do," Hyunjin entwines his pinky with yours, before leaning down to press a chaste kiss on your thumb pad. He avoids your eyes as a dusty blush cascades on his cheeks, akin to the fading pink of a sunken sunset. You giggle, reciprocating the kiss before pressing your thumbs together.
"Sealed forever," you grin, eyes disappearing into moon crescents. Your contagious happiness mirrors instantly on Hyunjin's face, his nose scrunching up in delight.
He wants to keep this smile on your face, he thinks, this intricate joy that dawns upon your features, brightening up your face, making your pinky in his feel lighter, warmer.
So, he takes out an orange from his pocket.
"Where did you get this?" you chuckle, eyes widening in delight as if presented with the world's most treasured jewel.
"A vendor gave it to me," he shrugs, handing it to you.
Your thumb punctures the tangerine's thick skin, making the fruit’s juice drip down your hands. You attempt to peel it but the skin breaks instantly, falling into the sand.
"Here, let me," Hyunjin offers, taking the orange from your hands, peeling it for you.
A strange warmth slowly spreads through his being, akin to tree roots anchoring onto the soil, to the unfurling of petals on the first day of spring. It feels good, for some reason, to do this mundane task for you.
This newfound feeling only solidifies when you smile brightly at him, breaking the fruit into two halves and handing one part to Hyunjin.
You no longer look like you want to run. You look content here, simply sharing an orange with him.
Hyunjin suddenly wants to buy you a whole crate of tangerines. Maybe even a farm of it- just trees upon trees that he can plant for you. He chases the thought away, he's only seven, he doesn't have money, where would he even store the oranges?
Hyunjin didn't have the answer to this question, nor the million ones swirling in his mind. But he knew your smile, the kindness in your eyes, the lingering scent of oranges on his fingers, even after washing his hands. And the word that sat heavy on his soul, from that night forth.
Hyunjin knew he loved you when he was seven years old.
there is nothing wrong contemplating God; under the chemtrails over the country club
"Found you," Hyunjin whispers, reclining on the rooftop near you.
"Wasn't hiding from you," you respond just as softly, your gaze fixed on the turquoise sky overhead. Your words cause Hyunjin's heart to swell within his chest, growing, expanding, pushing against his ribs, yearning to escape and splatter at your feet.
His emotions were always so grand- his happiness consuming his entire being, the sadness, the loneliness rattling his bones with an invincible cold. Then the love for you, not in dependence, the way the planets orbit around the sun. But with choice, because he wants to, craves being near.
"What are you doing?" he asks after a while, his voice slightly hoarse.
"Watching the chemtrails," you point out a tiny plane leaving a white trail in the sky.
"It looks so far away," he whispers in wonder, and you hum with a melancholic expression. Hyunjin curls his hand into a fist, resisting the urge to smooth the delicate frown etched on your brows.
"Didn't you like your birthday celebration?" he finally asks. He knows the answer before you quietly say, 'yes.' You were never one for the chic attire, the fine china and polished silverware reflecting the guests fake smiles. You only ever came to the country club for Hyunjin.
"I just... these people are here for me, supposedly. And yet, I feel so invisible downstairs. I bet no one even noticed my absence."
"I did," he replies instantly, contradicting you vehemently, wanting to dispel the shadows that cloud your mind. "And... I brought you an orange," he adds, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. It grows when you beam at him, the chemtrails momentarily forgotten.
"Did you?"
"Mm, here," he swiftly peels the fruit for you, instinctively breaking it into two halves.
"I'm sixteen and I don't know how to peel a tangerine because of you," you giggle, biting into one part eagerly. Water dribbles down the side of your mouth, and Hyunjin delicately wipes it away, his hand cradling your jaw gently.
His heart beats wildly, drowning out the country club's orchestra. He's never been this close to you, noses nearly bumping into one another.
"Don't learn how to," he whispers, licking his lips nervously. He hopes you can't feel the tremor in his hand as it slides down your cheek.
"Why?"
"Then you won't need me anymore," he says honestly, and your eyes widen at his words. Say it, his heart pleads, I can't contain this love anymore. Hyunjin shakes his head, silencing his own thoughts. He'll make room for it; his heart will expand, even if it means bursting at the seams. He can't face your rejection.
"Can I ask you something?" you say after a while, still as close to him.
"Anything."
"Do you ever feel like you don't belong anywhere? You have friends and family, but you feel like..."
"Nobody's son?" he suggests.
"Yeah, nobody's daughter."
"Maybe we're not meant to belong to anyone else but ourselves."
"Isn't that sad?" you ask, bringing an orange wedge to Hyunjin's mouth. "What if I don't always have myself?"
"Well, you'll always have me."
"Do you promise me?" you ask eagerly, eyes wide, tone almost desperate.
"I promise." The fog dissipates, light spilling over your face once again.
"Even though you're so sought after?" you giggle.
"I'm not!"
"You are! Everybody wanted to talk to you downstairs. You're always the man of the hour," you wink, lying down on the floor once again.
"Really? I didn't notice," he says, settling next to you.
"Mm, you never notice anything," you sigh, resting your cheek atop his shoulder.
It's quiet again, save for the tranquil sound of your breaths. Your eyes are trained on the sky, following the path of each plane.
"They look really tiny."
"Maybe we're the small ones," you muse.
Hyunjin doesn't agree. Not when his love for you feels almost ancient, drawn from the depths of the very first fountain of love. It has stayed with him for nine years, intermingled with the very molecules of his being. You can't be small when what he feels for you is grander than the world.
"Maybe we are," he says as he slides an arm underneath your back, pulling you closer to his chest.
"Hyune," you call out softly.
"Mm?" he hums in reply.
"What do you think you're made for?"
I'm here to love you, he wants to say, achingly, fully, on your grand days and your small ones. To fall apart at the altar of your soul and to rise anew, by you, for you. To be yours.
"I'm here to peel you oranges." He whispers instead, his confession, for now.
"And I'm here to eat them, then."
we laugh about nothing as the summer gets cool; it's beautiful how this deep normality settles down over me
"Did you know you have a straight trail of moles on your back?" Hyunjin whispers, his cool breath akin to a gentle zephyr.
"It starts here," he bestows a tender kiss beneath your shoulder blade, as if marking the start of a constellation. "Then you have another one here," his lips brush against your skin, coaxing forth delicate goosebumps, like ripples on a moonlit pond. "And here," he trails down your spine, his mouth weaving a trail only he can see. "And a final one here," he lingers longer near the last mole, lips meeting your lower back delicately, akin to the tender graze of a feather.
If you had told Hyunjin that he would freely kiss your moles, hands trailing down your skin scented with chlorine and vanilla, he would have thought you were insane. But now he has you, because you want him too, against all odds. Hyunjin wasn't alone in his love; every emotion in your soul mirrored his own. Two sides of the same coin. Two halves of the same tangerine.
"And then... it wraps around your stomach," he flips you around until you face him, giddy giggles escaping your lips. "You see it? It goes right here, another straight line," he whispers in wonder, tracing over the moles on your skin as if in worship. There is so much he longs to articulate, words yearning to spill from his mouth. He realizes he can say them now, drape them over your body like a blanket knitted with love.
"Someone plucked stars and arranged them on your skin. You're a galaxy on your own, you know that right? So beautiful," he whispers, eyes wide in adulation, raking over each feature of yours, so much they're seared behind his eyelids. The only sight he sees when he goes to sleep.
"So are you," you smile, hands gently cradling his cheeks. Hands that held him at age seven, then eight, ten, thirteen, and twenty. Hands that dried his tears, patted his back, and played with his hair. Hands that are much more sacred than his own.
"No, you don't understand," he hovers over you, gently smoothing down your hair. "You're so beautiful, so much it dizzies me, consumes me. You consume me, entirely, and I-" He sucks in a deep breath as you smile lovingly, reassuringly.
"I know," you say. "I feel it too."
"I can't believe this is real," he shakes his head, thumb tracing your lower lip gently. "I didn't even plan on confessing when i brought you to this pool. And yet... it feels natural for us to be this way."
You nod, grinning. "Like we belong to one another."
"I told you I'd stay," his eyes soften, capturing you with the same tenderness as always, savoring every part of you.
"You always keep your promises," you smile, hand sliding down the nape of his neck, smoothing a stubborn tuft of hair.
Normal, that's the elusive term he was looking for. It is normal for him to hold you, to kiss you, to look into your eyes and find love swimming in your irises. It is the way it's supposed to be between you. He couldn't ever think of another outcome.
His eyes trail down to your arm, where two moles match perfectly with his, down to the placement, the space separating them both.
"Is this where we kissed each other the most in our past lives?" he trails off, knuckles brushing against your arm gently. You mirror his touch.
"So you believe we're soulmates?"
"Mm, I've always known."
"And why didn't you tell me?" you grin, tilting your head to the side.
"I peeled you tangerines."
His words seem to ignite something within you, memories of each time he peeled you oranges flooding back. Every birthday, each time you were sad, every time the fruit was near.
You stand up, straddling Hyunjin's lap, and then you kiss his eye mole, then the one on his cheek, trailing down his jaw mole, his neck, his arms.
"What are you doing?" he giggles, warm hands on your lower back.
"Making sure those moles show up in our next life too."
And at your words, Hyunjin swore that the citrusy scent of tangerines suddenly wafted in the air.
washing my hair, doing the laundry, late night TV i want you only
Your legs are comfortably propped on top of Hyunjin's, matching pairs of beige pajamas seamlessly merging into one another. The sweet scent of shampoo lingers in the air—a fragrance Hyunjin carefully massaged into your hair twenty minutes ago, his fingers still as gentle as they grazed your scalp, now at the age of twenty-six.
Nearly two decades later, Hyunjin still knows that he loves you. It is a different one from the love he felt at seven—a metamorphosis akin to the moon's phases, from crescent to full, distinct yet continuous. It clung to his being, melted into the very essence of his soul.
"Just how many white shirts do you own?" you giggle, folding another pair of Hyunjin's clothing, the melody of your laughter still rattling the insides of his heart. He smiles sheepishly, planting a tender kiss on your forehead before responding, "You wear half of them with me."
"Your clothes are mine. You agreed on this when you proposed to me," you state matter-of-factly.
"And what else did I agree on?" he smiles, placing two pairs of matching socks in the basket—yours and his.
"That you'd kiss me instead of doing the laundry," you say mischievously, and he chuckles, tilting his head back. The clothes are momentarily forgotten as he lowers your body onto the couch, one hand cradling your head.
"You know I can't say no to you," he smiles, left dimple appearing as it always does when you're near.
"I know," you grin, pulling him down by the hem of his pajamas, your lips meeting his.
Hyunjin still kisses you with the same quiet passion, slowly, as if rediscovering you all over again. His hand cradles your jaw, thumb caressing your cheek gently, as his lips find yours again and again—rosy, plump, seeking solace in your familiar warmth.
He's always been drawn to mysteries, grand things, and overwhelming emotions that defy comprehension. Things he'd never fully know, things he'd never be bored of. Yet, with you, it's different; he knows you, he's learned you, and he loves you more every day—purposefully, by choice, because he can't fathom a reality where he doesn't.
His lips press upon yours one last time before he pulls you onto his lap, burying his head in the crook of your neck. "You smell nice," he whispers.
"I smell like you."
"I know," he smiles, a gentle breeze escaping his lips and caressing your skin.
He closes his eyes, savoring the quietness, the domesticity of the scene—the folded laundry on the table, the background hum of the TV, the meal you'll cook later, waltzing under the fridge's light. You, the one love of his life—the small love and the grand one, the first love and the last one. The embodiment of it all.
Your arms drape around his shoulders as you relax in his hold, your breaths syncing into a tranquil rhythm. He's built himself a home in the ridges of your collarbones, a place for him to rest in the crook of your shoulder blade. Both of you are okay, both of you are safe.
"Do you remember when we were seven? We traveled together for the first time," you speak after a while, a weighty emotion enveloping your voice.
"I do."
"You promised me we'd run away when we grow older."
"I did."
"I don't want to run anymore. I'm content with you, right here," you whisper, and the words feel like sunflowers blooming in Hyunjin's chest. "I was so scared of growing up, of never feeling like I belong. To myself, to anyone. But I do, with you."
"Always," he pulls away, bringing your hand to his mouth, leaving sweet kisses on your ring finger.
"Thank you, my Hyune," you say, tears gathering in your eyes like morning dewdrops on leaves. "Thank you for peeling my oranges."
Your nose brushes against his, his thumb drawing circles on your palm.
"Thank you for pretending you don't know how to."
#you don’t understand#i am: destroyed 😀#if they don’t peel my oranges i don’t want them#ugh what i’d give for a love like this 😫#but no i’m forever alone#it’s just me and my dog for the rest of my life#and she has no thumbs so she can’t peel my oranges 😭#i’m going insane 😀#lovely work <3#brb crying myself to sleep
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Never forget this kiss was unscripted.
#jay halstead#hailey upton#upstead#chicago pd#upstead forever#TO ME#or maybe it was#whatever#it’s been two years and I’m sad as fuck#leave me alone
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At the end of my latest TLT reread and it’s been physically painful attempting to read the last 40+ pages of Nona. Like, the short shrift that Gideon/Kiriona gets given by the people in the story…the theoretical good guys who honestly only see her as a thing, as a means to an end with an inconvenient dead soul attached to it… It makes me want to rip my own heart out of my chest.
Nobody has cared about Gideon her whole life. Most people, in fact, if they remembered about her at all, went out of their way to tell her how much they wished she didn’t exist. In the final chapters of Gideon, she finally gets the thing she’s been desperate for her whole life: somebody telling her that they need her, they care that she exists, and they badly want her to go on doing it. This allows her to make peace with the prospect that at the ripe old age of 18, she needs to die so that that person can go on living and living and living, using the castrated remnants of her soul as fuel to do so. Not a great way to go, but at least Gideon would get to be useful to somebody, would get to be remembered for something.
And then she wakes up in the wrong body, and finds out that her sacrifice - her attempt to be useful in the most selfless way possible, in that her self will no longer exist - has been rejected. And not only that, but the person she tried to give herself to - the one who was supposed to care about her - went to extreme lengths to make completely sure that she no longer remembered about Gideon.
She literally cut Gideon out of her brain.
And now, drifting along in the worst sort of half life where she’s inhabiting her body but it’s no longer really hers, in very obvious fashion - there’s holes in it, her heart is missing, and it’s got her shitty father’s handprints all over it (not even touching how much of a violation that is), indelibly - she finally meets back up with the small group of people who could theoretically be relied upon to be glad to see her again.
But then the one who was supposed to care about her most tries to kiss her (massively OOC for Harrow), and turns out to not even be there - it’s some weird baby inhabiting her body, and doing a really shit job of it too. The rest of them won’t stop talking about how they need her to break into the Tomb - as if she was just another key, same as the ones they worked together to acquire in Canaan House, just bigger and more inconvenient - and/or how they both fucked and killed her mom, who also (surprise, surprise) wished that Gideon had never existed, but saw her as a thing that needed to be done for the good of the mission.
Ultimately, they all make it abundantly clear - Palamedes, Camilla, Pyrrha, and especially Nona, all these people who are supposed to be kind and good and right - that they would prefer she wasn’t there. That it just be her body, with no Gideon attached - at least not Gideon the way she is now, broken and rejected and miserable. They would all far have preferred that she not have her own inconvenient thoughts and feelings and desires and impulses - that she just be inanimate and let the important people, the grown ups, get things done.
They wish she didn’t exist. Same as everybody else in her life, save one, and now she’s left wondering whether Harrow really meant it at all. Because if she did, she wouldn’t have left Gideon to Kiriona’s fate.
And honestly? Really, truly? I know everybody in the fandom loves Pal and Cam and Nona and Pyrrha, but in the end I couldn’t give less of a shit about them. They are fucking side characters, and as intriguing as Nona has been from a worldbuilding standpoint, I ultimately resent having been forced to read 400+ pages of filler bullshit about fucking side characters. I am a butch, and I’m here for my sarcastic, loving, angry, vulnerable, forgiving, and yes, inconvenient sword butch. I’m here for Gideon. But Gideon has been fridged for the last two books of the series in which she is supposed to be a, if not the, main character.
And it feels like almost nobody else in the fandom feels the same way, which, fine. I’m used to that. I’m also used to being told I’m projecting; and I’m used to being told that I’m inconvenient too, in my thoughts and my opinions and the mere fact of my existence. I spent the first eighteen years of my life being told I was inconvenient. Yet another point of overidentification with Gideon.
But in case anybody still thinks that Nona proves that Gideon was an asshole all along, think about all of the above. Think about how it would make you feel to come back from not just death but from the erasure of your existence, something you chose in order to save the life of someone you loved, and be told that you’re inconvenient. Think about how you’d feel if you’d been told all your life that it would be better for everyone if you didn’t exist. And then tell me that Kiriona isn’t in the right and that I should give a rat’s ass what happens to literally anybody else.
It’s Kiriona Hours up in this House, butches. We’ve spent long enough caring about people who would prefer we weren’t around. For once in our entire lives we were told we were important; we were told we mattered; we were told we were the main character. We were going to, if not get the girl and save the world, at least get to do something real, something important, something like being the hero.
But that’s over now; we’re back to being wrong and bad and inconvenient thanks to the simple fact of our existence. So it’s time to embrace it. Let’s be a little shit. Let’s be kind of a dick. Let’s have our own agenda, let’s play our cards close to our heartless chest, let’s allow our circle of empathy to contract to ourselves and maybe one more person. That’s where I’m at right now. And I don’t see that changing anytime soon.
#the locked tomb#kiriona gaia#harrowhark nonagesimus#griddlehark#gideon nav#gideon the ninth#harrow the ninth#nona the ninth#sorry if this makes 0 sense#but also sorry not sorry bc I don’t care#and neither do you if you’re being honest with yourself#go enjoy thinking about your little masc Lyctor fusion and leave me alone to not rot when I’m supposed to#and why yes I do need therapy#thanks very much for noticing#if you feel like paying for it and the hours I’d miss going to it here’s my cashapp#$fuckoff-2024#also just to get out in front of these#yes I should just go read something else#but 1. you and I both know this series changes your brain chemistry so good fucking luck#and 2. point me at a book where the butch gets to be in the spotlight and I will gladly fuck off forever
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hate hate hate the part when it’s been long enough after a break up that you start to remember all the good parts and how it felt to fall in love.
I cry all the time. I remember you everywhere. I keep you whether I want to or not.
#I kept so many screenshots of when you’d just ignore me for the whole day#but I also kept all the good things#the long winded texts about loving each other carefully#I can’t believe we used to talk about being together forever#and now it’s winter#and I’m alone anyway#personal#c
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Hi everyone. I’m at a work party where I’m the newer(ish) person and don’t know anybody here at all. The food’s great tho.
#my ramblings#people have brought their partners & I’m looking forlornly with envy#it should be normalized to being someone along and go like ‘this person’s my bestie’#or ‘this person’s the emotional support dog to my nervous cheetah’#alas I’m fated to go it alone forever
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🚔Joy Ride🚔
#oh my god this took forever#I’ve never drawn a car#let alone anything with this much motion or lighting#but I’m happy with this#love the lighting on Ace in particular mwah#ace copular#snake ingleberry#ace powerpuff girls#snake powerpuff girls#art#digital art#my art#SuchARandomWolf#snace
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I’m def on the aromantic spectrum but damn would I love someone to love me as much as I love them and grow old together and be best friends and make out
#I’m aware qprs exist but actually I have no idea what it is#also the fear of being alone forever is so overwhelming#⛈️#aromantic
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Fun question for Sonamy Fans!
Why do you personally ship, like, or appreciate Sonamy? What got you into Sonamy? What’s your favorite moment between the two?
I’ll start.
One reason I ship them is because of how subtle they are about their platonic romance. I also think pink and blue looks nice together in general.
A bunch of amazing fan art, comic dubs, and fan animations got me into the ship. But once I started seeing the signs myself in official art, shows, games, etc it was ALL over for me.
I have too many moments I LOVE between the hedgies, but I will say this one moment from IDW had me squealing.
IT’S JUST SO ADORABLE!!! 💖💙 😭
If you’d like to read more here’s my overall thoughts about them as a whole.
Love to see what you have to say!
#sonic the hedgehog#amy rose#sonamy#sonic prime#sonic boom#sonic idw#they’re so cute#I just love these two together and wanna make sure I’m not alone in this lol#SONAMY FOREVER#The more this ship is recognized in offical media the more I appreciate it.#maybe I used this as an excuse to show off this panel but the artist did a great job and I wanted it to be appreciated#fun questions
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a book with geralt 😃
a book with geralt without ciri 😐
a book with geralt without yennefer 😔
a book with geralt without dandelion 💀
#he is going to be going THROUGH IT#he is going to get up to some absolutely poetless behavior#and by that i’m expecting at least one suicide attempt from him#maybe it’s just me and my ‘suffered socially in middle school’ type of memories#but being alone is so soooo painful and going back to that geralt before his best friend and his wife and his child is going to be like#remember when geralt didn’t have much reason to live remember that time in his life#geralt as a near-middle age adult: oh my god this guy is so sad#geralt as a young adult: 😶💀 [speechless at the suffering]#unless dandelion does show up in this somehow but that would pose more logistical questions#imagine we see posada and they meet then and it’s revealed that edge of the world actually takes place with them like 19 and 26 or some#unexpected consideration like… reading eotw back i’m going to be like wait… how old WERE you two here how long ago WAS this#because characters unlike people are immortal because they are ideas#so when you imagine geralt and dandelion even ‘a long time ago’ i just imagine them slightly younger#whatever is done dandelion’s age will never make sense because count 38 and subtract 15. this is his age when ciri was born.#and yet he is hanging out with geralt here in his 30s because friendship is so eternal it slipped the author’s mind to change them#unlike in-universe netwitcher headcanons about jaskier being immortal i believe dandelion is immortal in a meta sense of his presence is so#necessary for geralt’s character that despite logic he must be there for him in the same form no matter the circumstances#geralt and dandelion meeting as young men: [each thinking to himself] ‘huh this guy is stupid and looks gay’#and then an epic best friendship was formed forever. i love you ❤️#the elbow-high diaries
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Uh huh. It’s the Day of the Dead.
(…Not today. Just. Bear with me here)
LISTEN
I think Hades kids have a natural death holiday calendar built into their internal clock. Every holiday honoring the dead and even when there’s nearby funerals or celebrations of death— a little ping goes off in the Underworld kids’ heads.
So Día de los Muertos rolls around one year, and Leo, who was expecting himself and a few Hispanic campers he knew of to be the only ones celebrating, nearly passes the fuck out when Nico and Hazel show up in matching skull paint.
Not sugar skulls. Just regular ones. But still, it’s each of their full faces and down their necks until it disappears into the collars of their shirts.
Hazel is wearing a black-orange-yellow dress that brushes her boots when she twirls, and crown of marigolds atop her cinnamon curls like a halo. In the black “eye sockets” around her eyes, she did a bright orange wing on each side that dissipated into yellow smoke floating up her face. She got Piper’s help with that part, but it was her idea.
Nico’s got big dramatic cracks on one eye and the other cheek and a black hoodie that’s way too big for him. It’s deadass Coco merch. Like the movie. The back says ✨Disney’s COCO✨ in big bright letters.
“I like the Book of Life better,” Leo joked, crossing his arms.
Nico blinked, confusion evident on his face.
“What?”
“Nice hoodie,” was all Leo said as he turned to continue on with his tamales, humming ‘Remember Me’ to himself.
Before you ask, yes, Leo painted his face too. Ornately. It’s a little bit wild.
There’s shading, there’s bright swirls and perfectly symmetrical flowers, there’s neon patterns of all kinds. He started the night with a chips and guac hat like. Like in Despicable Me. But he and Hazel traded later so he got a flower crown and she got a snack hat because she was absolutely fascinated by the concept. Also with Piper’s help, he got her to put orange streaks in his already unruly hair. Brother does not fuck around on the Day of the Dead. He’s lost too many people, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t recognize each and every one of them.
Even Festus got a new paint job. Leo told people Festus was his Alebrije. Which is why he’s pink and orange and blue and green. Obviously. (He did bring Leo back after he died, so that’s to his credit. Professional spirit guide shit.)
Anyways the mystery of why Frank and Will and Jason all had smudged paint on their faces was solved when a group of campers saw Jason fully make out with Leo in the quad, and Leo pushed his face away, hollering about how Jason was gonna ruin his paint. Jason just laughed at him and told him he’d help fix it later.
(Percy was home with his mom for the holiday, but camp gets an angry FaceTime the next day because they celebrated without him and they better wait next year I mean honestly the disrespect)
#wow I could go forever#I’m AWARE IT’S NOWHERE NEAR DÍA DE MUERTOS LEAVE ME ALONE#I simply vibe with the idea okay shh#riordanverse#chb#children of hades#nico di angelo#solangelo#hazel levesque#frazel#leo valdez#jason grace#valgrace#percy jackson#we stan Latino!Percy here idk what y’all sayin
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Carmilla Carmine.
#I’m so done with this piece aughh#thought I was strong but unfortunately art block is stronger 💔#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel fanart#hazbin art#carmilla carmine#carmilla hazbin hotel#hazbin carmilla#love her forever#I have so many thoughts about carmilla#she would kill a thousand angels to keep her girls safe#that fact alone makes me crazy#I need to know everything about her and her daughters#digital art#my art#funky colors for spooky month#yippee#pecera
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Splatoon sits at an odd crossroads of human exceptionalism (being that they canonically influenced inkfish evolution, and the entire game would not exist without them) and human insignificance (they destroyed themselves, went extinct like everything else does, and life went on)
#I like reading more of the latter into it#no species lasts forever and all#but I know I’m alone in this
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(tbhk chapter 118/120 spoilers)
OKAY.
OKAYYYYY ???????
THAT’S ENOUGH AIDAIRO 😭😭
#actually losing my mind rn dont talk to me#THIS WAS NOT WHAT I WAS LOOKING FORWARD TO READING BEFORE GOING TO BED IM ☹️☹️#the way kou fulfilled his promise of dying so he and mitsuba could be together forever and wanting to go so he wouldnt be alone#AND THE WAY THE SOULS WARNING THEM HAD BUBBLES BC THEY WERE SACRIFICED IN THE WELL AND WHAT TERU AND AKANE SAW WAS MOST LIKELY KOU AND#MITSUBA’S BODIES#I’m gonna be sick#so will teru after he has a major crisis over supernaturals and technically exorcising his brother /j /lh#IM SORRY#the mood needs to be lightened today skdkskd#on a semi sidenote aida why did u have to make the most breathtaking panel of the chapter the most heartbreaking one#kou’s expression actually pains me but its so well drawn 😭#btw thanks for making the chapter release art contrasting the tone of the said chapter SKDKSKDKDK#teru minamoto#kou minamoto#sousuke mitsuba#toilet bound hanako kun#tbhk#doggo rambles
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Working in retail for 8 years has made me mean I’m so sorry
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who’s excited for Halloween? :)
can yall just reblog this with your Halloween costume and who your going with in the tags <3
#dead boy detectives#save dead boy detectives#dbda#payneland#save payneland#leave our little gay boys alone#stopcancelingqueermedia#don’t cancel our little gay boys#dead boy detective agency#dead boy detective netflix#charles rowland#I’m going with my three friends as the dream team <3 DBDA forever
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perhaps the disapproval and dismay my mother has been beaming my way since she finally figured out that my gf and i are together is having a negative effect on my mental health. maybe
#by which i mean the way she keeps mournfully and angrily telling me i’m gonna be alone and isolated as an adult when she retires to#our homeland and i don’t have a husband and family to lean on and i’ll just get washed away in such a big country with no one who loves me.#never mind that clearly someone loved me enough to date me. never mind that i have wonderful friends and a creative community#like it’s not anything like ‘i hate that you’re gay i wish you weren’t.’ it’s always. ‘you’re gonna be alone forever and your life will#be miserable and hollow.’ thanks!#she can’t bring herself to face it head on i think
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