#cloud garden yay

[stopthatfool]

another wip because im evil and have chronic i cant finish anything disorder. but this time it’s for a different fandom.. 9-1-1 on abc…

evan buck buckle buckley i have grown quite fond of you and your big bambi eyes and your sillybilly tendencies. I will now be exploring your complex relationship with your family and your deep and layered relationship with maddie and how she is the one who raised you.

[moonstruckme]

Omg yay I love that slightly dirty man!! I was wondering if you’d be willing to do something along the lines of a flower shop au situation, where Carmy is obv still a chef but reader works/owns a place nearby and they end up seeing each other a lot and so on and so forth but also I will devour literally anything about that man so wherever your heart takes you I’m 100% on board <3

He is perfectly dirty! Thanks for requesting babe <3

Carmy Berzatto x fem!reader ♡ 831 words

It’s peak hours, and your shop is completely empty. You’re leaning against the counter by the register, mashing your fingers into your temples and praying to whoever will listen for the noise next door to stop. 

It’s some sort of fire alarm, blaring from the shitshow construction zone you’re lucky enough to neighbor. It’s been going since nine this morning. It’s after noon now. No customers will stay long enough to buy anything, not even your regulars who come in looking for a specific book. At this point, you need to either get out of here or get a lobotomy. You head for the side door. 

It’s a bad idea. The noise is worse outside, but you’re committed now. You walk paces up and down the alley, blowing puffs of air that cloud in the cold and rubbing your arms because you left your coat inside. You’ve already walked the alley twice when you see him, bare-armed as you but smoking a cigarette like this temperature is just right. 

“Hey,” you say, too irritated to be embarrassed, “what the hell is going on in there?”

Carmy shrugs, taking the cig from the corner of his mouth. “The fire alarm won’t stop going off.” Smoke rises into the air as he talks. 

“I know. Are you going to do anything about it?” 

“We’ve got people on it.” 

That’ll mean the Faks, you suppose. You wish this was something you could rage about, but Neil’s a nice guy. He came over to help you board up your window when it broke during a hailstorm last year, and when you brought him a coffee he acted like the beans came from the Garden of Eden. 

You take a breath, trying to chill out. “So, are you guys all losing your shit in there?” 

Carmy shrugs again. He never really looks at you, you’ve noticed, just sort of near you as if that’s as close as his eyes can get. “Some more than others,” he says. “I don’t mind it.” 

“You don’t mind?” you laugh, incredulous. “You must be insane.” 

He turns his head to the side, something unidentifiable passing over his expression as he takes a drag. “I know.” 

You get the feeling you’ve taken a misstep. You need to say something nice, remind him you’re on the same team. You kick the overflowing dumpster next to you lamely. “Can you believe this shit? They’ve skipped us for two weeks straight now.” 

Carmy nods, relaxing somewhat. “It’s bullshit.”

“If they miss us again, I’m gonna have to start bringing our trash to other dumpsters or something. I don’t even know.” 

“They won’t miss us again. I’ve got someone making a call.” 

You grin. “What are you, part of the mob or something?” 

Carmy looks almost like he might be thinking about smiling. You have the urge to take a picture. “My family is Italian,” he says. 

“Oh, I know. Richie’s definitely brought it up.” 

Carmy blows smoke out, shaking his head in a way you suspect might be fond. “Richie’s not even Italian.” 

“Seriously?” A laugh stutters out of you. The wailing siren has faded into the background. You feel lighter than you have all day. “He’s the most Italian guy I’ve ever met.” 

“Yeah, he definitely thinks he is.” 

You look at Carmy for a moment. There’s always this tautness about him, like he’s perpetually ready to run or punch someone. Right now he’s as close to casual as he ever gets, hunched against the alley wall, but however he’s acting you can see the raised hairs of goosebumps on his biceps. His tattooed, very large biceps. You look away before you can get swept away by that line of thinking. 

“Well, even though the noise doesn’t bother you, do you wanna get away from it for a sec?” you ask casually. “It’s not so loud in here. You can barely hear it in the back room.” 

“Seriously?” Carmy’s looking at you as though this may be some sort of trap. He’s looking at you, and without explanation the world seems to sharpen into startling clarity. You’re suddenly conscious of your heartbeat. “Uh, yeah.” He glances behind him, seemingly wary of one of his coworkers coming out to stop him. “That’d be cool.” 

“Okay.” You open the door, nodding to his cigarette. “You can’t bring that in here, though. I don’t need it smelling up my books.” 

“Right, yeah.” He snuffs it half-smoked on the alley wall. There’s a slightly awkward moment where it seems like he’s trying to grab the door for you even though you’re already holding it open, but after a second he ducks inside, something that might be embarrassment stiffening his shoulders. “Thanks.” 

“Don’t sweat it.” You let the door swing shut behind you, leading him towards one of the plush couches in the back room. “We’ve got to do what we can to keep each other sane around here, right? A crazy neighbor would be bad for business.”

[txtmetonight]

For Him ✆

call summary ⋆ ★ Chan is quite puzzling. But you're determined to break his walls.

pairing *. * Bang Chan x Fem! Reader

genre⋆ ★ Fluff, Harry Potter AU

warnings *. Crude language (just one word lol)

call duration⋆ ★ 1.4k

a/n*. * I'm back in my hp phases lol and while I'm doing that, I'm pushing my chan wolf agenda yay

You suppose you’ve always known about Chan’s mysterious life. And then again, you suppose you always loved him since you were eleven, just as you placed your eyes on him onto the Hogwarts Express. But he is a tricky person to figure out and someone who doesn’t want to be broken down into pieces and given to another to be investigated upon.

Yet he still lets you do so in the very manner as you sit next to him with a full glory on your lips.

You used to wonder why you were the only one that he would let get close, but now as you stare at him with big eyes that hold much adoration, you’ve come to realize how grateful you are.

Chan is puzzling but god he’s a sweetheart when it comes down to it, always a gentleman and always with gentle love beating in his heart for anyone and everyone. Though he reckons that his organ is a little more honeyed for you though, not that he would ever admit it.

For he lives in the shadows of his past and present, and through a fear that he believes in will conjure into reality. And so, he hides a part of himself from you. You despise it very much from the bottom of your heart. You really do. You want to be his but he’s holding himself back and it leaves a bitter taste on your tongue.

The first time you chipped away a little deeper than he wanted to show, was when you were fed up with the white lies that slipped through his teeth.

When he excused his absences for something so abnormal you thought he was mental almost. Every once a month he left you alone with your thoughts over something so trivial or something extreme–just an explanation that made your head spin. So, you had the bright idea to follow him.

Everyone knows of the curfew set in place every night, yet he seemed to have a justification for doing so…why?

Your footsteps were quiet when against the floor and you held your breath, hiding amongst the dark and following the footsteps in the moonlight that shone brightly. It was a full moon.

You’ve known the castle like it was the back of your hand, 3 years since coming and the footsteps you’ve marked were etched in the back of your mind. And you very quickly realized where Chan was going–to the whomping willow. Your lips shivered to cry out to him, to ask him what he was doing but you clap your hands over your mouth when he starts to violently shake against the wind. He collapses. And the clouds reveal the luminous light in the sky.

Before your eyes, his hair shrinks back into his skull, and his body changes. You both see the same things, yet he feels it with pure disgust and embarrassment when his bones grow and rip underneath his skin.

But your perception is different because when he looks into the reflection of the deepest lake and sees a monster staring back at him, you see Chan. Not just a werewolf, but Chan, your lover. And you know that for sure when your nerves tingle with endearment as you stare at him in awe. He’s quite magnificent, you can note when he turns back to escape into the woods.

The second time you cracked it even more was 2 years later when O.W.L’s took over your brain, alongside Chan. Every single night, since that fateful day, you’ve found yourself stalking over the gardens to watch him on the full moon.

But you don’t dare to tell him that; you want him to feel like he has the right to tell you when he has gotten over his fear. Then so, you’ve trained yourself to go blind-eyed every moment except for that night. You suppose you could be selfish.

Chan is lonely. He carries a deep burden in his heart, and it aches to be released, not on its own but in the hands of another where they can sing a lullaby to soothe the pain. And you knew that it was going to be in front of you, but it left a sense of a hole in your heart when you saw him cry. You still sing to him, though.

“Hey Channie, what’s wrong?” You ask, wiping away the peals that streak down his cheeks. His face is flushed red, and he sniffles miserably. He doesn’t say anything, so you move in a little closer to place your hand over his heart, lips just ghosting over fingers at where it lies.

“I feel like, there’s something wrong with me.”

You look up to look at him, but he’s already staring at you with deep fondness in your eyes, you think that you’re going to tear up too. But you don’t. You question instead. “And why is that pretty boy?”

“Oh, I wish you would stop calling me that” He weakly chuckles. “But…I dunno why. I just–just know that there is something wrong with me. Like definite, for sure. And I hate it. It hurts, I suppose. I think it’s puncturing my brain.”

Chan sobs the last word before you grab his jaw and pull him, so your forehead gently tapped against his. Both pairs of eyes close and you realize how much your love runs deep for him. Again, where he feels nothing is where you’re encased in everything for him. For him.

The 3rd time is now, just after a year. You think. You hope his stone wall will shatter soon to let you in.

When the night is young, and the moon rises, you watch with curious intent as Chan drinks out of a gauntlet and shivers with grimace before the potion's professor with great urgency pushes him towards the hills that envelop around the school.

You follow him and it brings you great Deja vu that wraps around your stomach. Yet this time, rather than just breaking the mere school rules, you’re breaking the law by becoming an unregistered Animagus. Perhaps you’re a dunderhead, but you can’t find it in yourself to care. You want to keep him company.

When the willow ceases its chaos, you slip past the hole near the trunk. Howls and whimpers echo but you don’t pay any attention. The shrieking shack is known for its ghostly activities but not for the true trauma that happens within the wooden boards. How Chan is in great pain because he is in love with someone whom he can’t have. Just because of himself and who he truly is; a bloodthirsty creature.

Yet he’s truly Chan when you strut your way into the broken-down living room, It’s truly Chan when he doesn’t attack you, and he growls against the moonlight. And it truly Chan when nudges you with his nose for a sense of doting that he craves.

You give it to him and lie on the floor, where he joins you. Your ear is near his pulse, and you feel it thrum alive against you, beating harder and harder. The thick wall is about to crumble, you reckon.

When it comes time for dawn to rise, Chan is Chan again, so you painfully twist back into who you are. Where the hardwood floor lies, instead is your boy, who scoops you on top of him. His eyes are glistening with tears and his lips quiver. Your fingers begin to tangle themselves into curls, placing a soft kiss on his forehead. Neither of you have tried to get up yet.

“How long have you known?”

“Since 3rd year. You’re very handsome has anyone told you that?”

He turns pink but shakes his head no. You kiss him once more.

“Turning into an animagus…why would you do that for me. Go through all the trouble. You don’t have to.” He speaks. He starts to cry now.

As for his question, you decide that you don’t have anything else to offer but the truth. “I love you, Channie.”

He scoffs, “Am I not a monster? I could tear you…you apart if I got too out of control. I’m sick in the head and outside of it, do you not understand? You deserve better.”

You tug at his hair which results in a wince, but you move up closer to his lips, just where they hover above them. His breathing stills and he thinks that you’re a complete stunner in his eyes. You think the same if not more.

“And who is to say that except for myself. You’re not a monster, you’re just Chan who can’t eat spicy food. And I’m (Y/n) who’s been in love with you since the very fucking beginning.”

And then you kiss him hard, expressing unsaid emotions into that kiss, starting to tear up when he reciprocates, his fingers gripping your waist making you feel dizzy. When you two pull apart, Chan chuckles as he wipes away a stray tear.

“You’re so beautiful it hurts me. I love you too.”

You’ve completely broken in.

[alexissimsblog]

930 Medina Studios 3br/1ba

A simple apartment reno for my "and they were roommates" savefile. Originally home to Austin Wentworth—the flat is now shared by him and two other buddies of his from high school/college.

I wanted to keep it simple, dark colors + greens with splashes of white/cream to fit all of their individual styles. I meant for this to be somewhat of a bachelor pad/hangout spot for their friend group so big open windows to let that natural light in was a must. Honestly, Medina Studios has some of the best lighting in San Myshuno.

Which is why I always have the lights off. There is one light in the living room but its a low light so it doesn't overshadow that natural sunlight :)

Download info under cut! ❥

PACKS NEEDED

growing together, highschool years, seasons, and bathroom clutter kit!

CC NEEDED

house of harlix - orjanic part 1

pierisim - MCM all parts

myshunosun - 2023 tranquil bedroom

clutter cat - sunny sundae part 1 (small candle)

sixam - artz living room (plant small)

novvvas - rahat set (eucalyptus plant)

myshunosun - 2022 dawn living

pierisim - david's apartment part 1

myshunosun - 2023 vanity nook

kaiso - rusti.co living

rvsn - back that glass up

harrie - coastal part 5

harrie - octave part 1

myshunosun - 2022 lottie

harrie - Kichen (nectar glasses)

pierisim - living room mini kit

charlypancakes - insomnia

Madame Ria - Basic Luxe Kitchen (plant 01 Fig)

rvsn - on cloud wine bottle

littledica - H&B wall curved tv

littledica - delicato lounge (focused on you wall light)

rvsn - sip sip hooray bar cart

redheadsims - nintendo switch

charlypancakes - miscellanea stuff pack

harrie - kwatei part 1

littledica - eco kitchen (ceramic farmer sink)

*after some testing please note that the update is causing the ceramic farmer sink from the eco kitchen collection to behave strangely for me. if you are also unable to wash dishes with it, please feel free to change it! :)

nickname - playstation 5

peacemaker - hamptons retreat

taurus design - lilith chilling area part 1

charlypancakes - lighthouse

pierisim - tilable kitchen

awingedllama - nostalgia living

sixam - home office (wall screen projector)

peacemaker - hudson bathroom (dynamic hamper)

myshunosun - luna bedroom

syb - fitness (boxing gloves floor)

syb - fitness (medicine ball)

peacemaker - kitayama bedroom

rusticsims- simple kind of modular life

MTS teknikah - amy's garden plants

syb - crossfit (gym bag)

zulf and hakrabr - lets get fit

syb - traveller

illogicalsims - home office

felixandre - florence part 3 (simowa luggage)

sixam - boho bathroom (botanical beauty stool)

house of harlix - bafroom

littledica - chic bathroom

pierisim - winter garden part 2 (i believe with the new update the windows will show up so yay)

OPTIONAL PACKAGES

zulf - bathroom kit becomes functional

basemental drugs - for ashtray

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EA ID: midsapphire

[deadbydad]

Married and Soon to be Parents Cloud Strife x Aerith Gainsborough Headcanons

I haven't seen anyone else do this, so I will! @kpoplovermjm , @dansantcaparet , @blankbeat

Cloud would absolutely treat her like the queen Aerith is, even more so now that she's pregnant.

When Aerith told Cloud and showed him the papers from the doctor proving the pregnancy, Cloud was so excited about the news that it shocked her a little bit because she didn't think she's ever seen him this happy before.

Of course Cloud and Aerith started working on the nursery room as soon as they found out they were gonna have a baby boy, Cloud would even wake up in the middle of the night to go grab the material for the crib. He even decorated it with flowers he carefully picked from their personal garden.

Aerith cried happy tears when she woke up to the crib.

They both went shopping for baby supplies and clothes and Cloud picked out a baby chocobo onesie, then Aerith found a matching one in Clouds size and bought it without telling him (She's making him wear it for family pictures)

Cloud started to learn how to cook all of Aeriths pregnancy cravings that he started a cook book of his own and kept it in a safe place, just in case they have another kid in the future

Aerith would sometimes get irritated at Cloud whenever he wouldn't let her certain things that she could certainly do on her own, and when she told Cloud he understood and let her beat his ass in Queens Blood and made her favorite dessert

Cloud would always make sure to come home early from work so he could greet Aerith with a kiss, always asking how her and the baby are doing, offering if she wanted him to rub her feet or back, Cloud just being a good husband and soon to be dad.

Aerith always woke up to the sight of Cloud resting his head on her baby bump, a smile on his face as he talked to their unborn son about how amazing his mommy is and how much they already love him

And when Aerith's water broke and she went into labor, Cloud was there with her the whole time, encouraging her to keep cussing at him and crushing his hand (She felt bad afterward, but Cloud said that it was worth the pain)

On a weekend night, Denzel Strife was born with his fathers spiky hair but his mothers brown hair color and bright blue eyes that were full of wonder and curiosity as he stared up at Aerith and Cloud

Cloud cried so hard that night that Aerith was concerned he would be dehydrated by the time they left the hospital

When Cloud held Denzel in his arms for the first time, he would hum a tune that his own mother sang to him when he was little. Aerith pretended to be asleep but heard it all

And when Aerith and Cloud took Denzel home for the first time, it was the best day of their lives.

Yay! I had more, but these were the cuter ones that I wanted to write first!

[dairyminki]

Acquiescence || j.wy

PAIRING — jung wooyoung x fem!reader ... GENRE — fluff, angst, strangers to lovers ... WARNING/S — major character death, mentions and descriptions of hospital, pet names, reader has achromatopsia, mild profanities ... WC — 7.7k

AUTHOR'S NOTE — i had this fic idea hiding in my drafts with only the title finished bcos i felt like it wasn't the right time for me to write it just yet, so i let it sit. and just when i thought this story will never see the light, stormy august happened, i got all angsty, and i was able to pour all my emotions on this fic. and now, i'm posting it for sad september, yay! anyway, special thanks to @hotteoki and @jaehunnyy for beta-reading this one ^^

SYNOPSIS — a life painted in shades of black, white, and gray, sparks a certain yearning for something brand new deep inside of you. but what if that 'something brand new' comes in the form of a boy and his camera? will his presence be able to alter the monotonous world you live in into a world where the colors of the rainbow are freely dancing?

*reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated! ♡

— ☁️

ac·qui·es·cence

: the reluctant acceptance of something without protest.

achro·​ma·​top·​sia

: a visual defect that is marked by total color blindness in which the colors of the spectrum are seen as tones of white, gray, and black, by poor visual acuity, and by extreme sensitivity to bright light

☁️.... playlist!

To you, it was peaceful.

How the scratchy sound of the pencil's nib against your sketchbook was the only thing you could hear, how the hues of black, gray, and white were the only ones that filled your vision, and how it was only the smell of fresh grass that lingered in the cool morning air.

But at the same time, it was depressing.

How those were the only things that constantly stimulated your senses. Always the same every morning, unless it were to rain.

You don't think any word was fitting enough to describe what you currently feel. Deep inside you, there's a yearning for something brand new. To alter the monotonous life you have in exchange for a life filled with an endless spark of delirium or one where the world before your eyes appears bright-colored.

Sitting on one of the wooden benches found in the hospital's garden inevitably makes your thoughts and emotions fly around. Sometimes, it's the feeling of hope budding inside your chest, but most times it was the heavy weight of despair forming over your head like a gloomy gray cloud.

Gray.

Now that is a shade you know by heart. A shade you've grown to appreciate that if anyone asks you what your favorite color is, gray would be your automatic answer.

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, pink, and many others, are colors you could only wish and dream to see. When people around you talk about how blue the sky is, or how an evergreen tree looks, it makes you wonder deeply how on earth they look like. Are they as pretty as your favorite color? Or are they something more? Something that'd get you marveling hard and for long.

"Y/N? Y/N~?" You hear the familiar voice calling your name in a sing-song. When you turn your head around, you catch sight of shoe-clad feet before you see the face of your lovely nurse from day one—Nurse Aliah.

"There you are!" She exclaims, walking towards you with a huge smile on her face which you mimic as you close your sketchbook.

"Time's up for me already?" You ask, a bit dejected.

As much as you've grown to treat your hospital room as your home, that doesn't mean you've grown to love staring at the mundane four walls and smelling the overpowering scent of antiseptic and cleaning agents clouding your senses.

"Why? Don't feel like going back yet?" Nurse Aliah asks, making you scoot over so she can sit beside you.

Replying with a mere nod of your head, she sighs, patting you gently on the back. Then, she takes a glance at her wristwatch, saying, "I suppose I could give you half an hour more. I mean no one has to know, right?" She sends you a playful wink.

"That's more than enough, thank you."

"No problem at all, darling. But before I go, can I have a little peek at your sketches?" Nurse Aliah asks, gesturing at the sketchbook on your lap which you immediately hide behind you.

"No!" You laugh. "No peeking until I finish it."

Your answer got her frowning, but she stood nonetheless, muttering a sulky 'fine.'

"The sun's about to reach its peak in a little while, so put your cap on, alright?" She reminds, prompting you to nod your head before she finally leaves the garden.

With Nurse Aliah gone, you grab your cap beside you, wearing it, before you find yourself admiring your surroundings once more, taking in deep breaths as if the earth's air supply was about to run out, and then you're opening your sketchbook and diving back inside the world of art.

Sketching different things brings you peace—if some feel anxious leaving their houses without their phones or watches on, for you it's the same when you leave your mechanical pencil or any of your sketchbooks and drawing pads behind.

Art enables you to cope with all the imperfections you were forced to carry with you ever since you were born to walk the earth with your tiny feet.

You might not be able to see and appreciate colors as much as everyone does, but you do love being able to weave lines, shapes, and patterns from the tip of your pencil.

Click!

Your grip on the pencil loosens when you hear the sound of a camera shutter and someone cursing. Looking to your left, you see a male who looks the same age as you, holding a camera in his hand—his hair is quite long, he has styled fringes framing the sides of his face, and he is smiling sheepishly at you.

"Did you…just take a picture of me?" You asked, squinting your eyes at him and tilting your head to the side. You see him swallow, his Adam's apple bobbing, all the while he lowers his camera.

"Shit, I'm sorry!" He exclaims—his voice, pitchy. Then he proceeds to ramble aloud, "I didn't mean to startle you, I was just taking a look around, trying to find anything pretty to capture, and then I saw you, and I…I'm sorry."

"Didn't anyone tell you it's rude to take someone's photo without asking their permission?" By now you were standing, approaching the male and his camera. When you stick out a hand, he instantly gives his camera to you and you find yourself staring at a picture of yourself on the screen.

What he did was rude, yes, but you can't help but be in awe at the way he was able to capture you looking so immersed in your drawing���your furrowed brows and your tongue darting out of your slightly opened mouth because you're concentrating hard.

"I should be mad but, it's actually a pretty photo," You say, slightly abashed.

The male in front of you chuckles. Then he asks, "So, does that mean I get to keep this pretty picture of you?"

At the mention of the word 'pretty,' you feel your cheeks heat up. Coughing out loud and not meeting him in the eyes, you reply, "Only if you're not some creepy stalker, then I suppose you can."

"I'm not! I actually did it for a school project."

Hearing him say that made your ears perk.

"Oh, really? What's it about?" You can't help but ask, not being able to hold back with your natural curiosity for things.

"Nothing much, really," He starts. "We were just told to visit someplace we hadn't been to before and then capture something that catches our eye. Once we can do that, we will be asked to share about it in class."

After he explains, you find yourself asking him more.

"What else did you take a picture of?"

"You…were the first really." He answers with his free hand rubbing at his nape. As for you, his answer got your cheeks even hotter.

"Oh." You end up saying, not really knowing how to respond further. Luckily, he opens up another topic, and later on you're back sitting on the bench you previously sat on, but with him beside you.

"So you're telling me you've never been to a hospital before?"

"Nu-uh. Never," He answers, fiddling with the buttons of his camera. "Uhm, how about you? Did you…"

You knew what he meant despite him not fully voicing it out. Thank goodness you didn't see that one thing you really hate, in his eyes, though—pity.

"Been here since I was five," You say as you stare up at the sky. The gray-looking sky that always accompanied you whenever you were out here in the garden.

"What are you here for?" You could gather a hint of hesitance in his voice, most probably not wanting to pry considering you've only just met. But he's just like you, curious.

"I'm color-blind," You begin. And just when you were about to tell him more, you heard someone calling you.

"Y/N!"

You turn your head and see Nurse Aliah approaching you. From a distance, you could already see the questioning in her gaze.

"I—ah, unfortunately, have to go now," You say, picking up your sketchbook and standing up.

"Oh."

"Yeah, um, I'm grateful I was able to cross paths with you today," You tell him with all honesty. And you think you see him bite back a smile.

"The way you say it, makes it sound like, us, meeting was something big."

"Well, maybe it is," You grinned at him. "I'm Y/N, by the way." You say, extending a hand for a handshake which he immediately accepts.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N. I'm Wooyoung," He responds before you wave at him goodbye and run towards Nurse Aliah with a smile still lingering on your face and her look of questioning not fading away in the slightest.

"Who was that?" She asks as the both of you start to walk back inside the hospital.

"Hmm, just someone who thinks I'm pretty."

—

The following day, you asked Nurse Aliah if you could go out again. When she asked you why, you simply told her that the fresh air and the calming surroundings got you more motivated to finish sketching, and not because you were kind of hoping for a certain long-haired male to find his way back to the garden, no, not at all.

Well, not that you were going to admit and let her know anyway.

You fell into the same routine as yesterday without any difficulty. By now, the subject you were trying to draw was getting more defined. Just a little more shadings here and-

"Smile!"

Instead of smiling as the chirpy voice told you to do so, you think your caught-off-guard face was what the camera was able to capture.

"You could've warned me!" You exclaim after a few moments of just blinking and nothing but your mind trying to register the sound of the shutter that went off earlier and the laughter of the newcomer.

The very reason why you wanted to escape the stuffy walls of the hospital again.

"I take pride in my candid shots, though." Wooyoung pouts.

"You only started taking pictures yesterday!" You point out.

"Okay, and?"

"Ugh, just let me see the picture," You say, though it sounds more like a demand. A demand that Wooyoung refuses to follow through.

"No, this one is for my eyes only." Wooyoung sticks his tongue out at you and then,, later on has this shit-eating grin on his face.

In the end, you give up trying to get the camera from him. The moment you decide to set your focus back on your drawing, silence envelops you two—not the awkward kind though. It was more like those silence that'll have you sighing in relief, and everything else around you sounding like calming waves.

And amidst the silence was Wooyoung near a flower bush with his camera out. You don't know what colors the flowers are in but you do remember Nurse Aliah telling you they are called Chrysanthemums and that they smell sweet.

"Wooyoung," You say after a minute of just staring at him snapping a couple of photos of the said flower. "What color are those flowers?" You ask.

Without taking his peering eyes off the viewfinder, he answers, "They're purple!"

Purple—you know they're the color of grapes, your favorite fruit. You've wondered since then if purple was anything like how the fruit tasted.

"How about your hair, Woo?"

Woo—that's new, and the way the nickname rolled off your tongue actually felt nice.

"It's black, probably just the way you see it!" He answers, and then you see him finally lowering his camera and smiling to himself while he walks back toward you on the bench.

"Were you able to capture something pretty?" You ask him as soon as he drops his weight on the bench, his shoulder touching yours.

"I did. It's quite a lot. But…" Wooyoung trails off, and then he's looking at you with a cheeky grin. "...they're not as pretty as you though."

At that remark, you feel heat rush towards your face, however, you don't look away from his gaze, just yet. Your thoughts begin to wander again, as you think of what the color of his eyes are and if they're the same as yours, or the color of the shirt he's wearing, and his camera too. You could've asked those questions aloud but you didn't.

Instead, you ask, "If I were a color, what color would I be, Woo?"

Wooyoung briefly seemed to appear as if he was in deep thought, with his head tilting to the side, his eyes roaming all over you, and his lips pursing.

"That's a question I can't answer after just a day of knowing you, Y/N." He answers truthfully. "How about I'll get back to you after a month?" He proposes.

A month could be awfully long for some, and short for others who are patient enough. You're not sure which one of the two are you, although you still nod your head at Wooyoung.

And a month? Sure, you could wait. Time flies fast these days, after all.

—

Days turned to weeks, and by now, you've grown accustomed and comfortable with Wooyoung's presence.

He was just the right amount of loud, funny, and kind, that even your Nurse Aliah has opened up to him already.

"You smile a lot nowadays," Nurse Aliah comments one time while you're resting inside your room and she's replacing your newly emptied bowl of grapes with a fresh set.

"Is it bad?" You ask as you stare at the ceiling, not really thinking of anything—just the little joke Wooyoung told you a day ago repeatedly tickling your head.

You hear the clinking of the fruit bowl for the last time before you hear the rustling of your bed sheet.

"It's not bad per se, but…"

Her unsaid words send the all too familiar sinking feeling creeping its way back into your chest. A feeling you've tried so hard to push to the back of your mind, only for it to resurface once again.

"Don't," You plead in a small voice, eyes closed. When you open them again, you're looking straight at her, hot tears lingering in the corner of your eyes. You tried hard to blink them back.

But when was the last time you let them fall? When was the last time you allowed yourself to feel sadness? When was the last time you willingly set hope free and embraced despair?

"Alright, I…I just want to let you know today will be the last time you'll be able to go out Y/N. Tomorrow, Dr. Lee will be here to check on you."

Not being able to stop the dam from breaking, you just nod your head to whatever Nurse Aliah is saying. You feel her caress your hair before the door to your room closes with a thud.

Tears spilled—rolling down the apples of your cheeks until they're gliding past your lips, enabling you to taste their saltiness. And then you're sitting up, pulling your leg close to your chest with your head resting on the wall as you stare at the window.

You sigh. Feeling all the energy you possess going down the drain.

You suddenly remember all the things the younger you had to suffer through just because you weren't normal just like how everyone was. You remember how you'd run into things and tripped over them because everything seemed dark and dull. You remember how other kids would play outside at the playground while their parents would sit there on the benches and talk about how the sun looked so bright.

You've never directly looked at the sunlight. It hurt your eyes, even until now. Hence, every time you go out, you always wear a cap on your head just to shield your eyes from the light radiated by the sun. Anyone else would've worn sunglasses to deal with that, and you've tried—once. After that, you came to Nurse Aliah, crying, because you felt suffocated while wearing them. And that continued until you were older—any type of glasses having the same effect on you.

Childhood for you was tough. Luckily, Nurse Aliah was there to somehow make it less hard for you to deal with the world and reality. Making you smile, laugh, and enjoy the little things—Nurse Aliah was your only family. She contributed to igniting the spark of hope inside you.

And now, there's Wooyoung—his smile, his raucous laughter, and the way he sweeps his fringes to the side out of habit. Just Wooyoung and the click of his camera, his camera roll that's probably full of your stolen shots now. Just Wooyoung trying to peek at whatever you're drawing while you're so adamant not to show him. Just Wooyoung discreetly picking out a random flower from the bush and putting it behind your ear.

It sends a rush of warmth all over you—something warmer than what you get when you're spending time with Nurse Aliah. No, Wooyoung's was something else.

You place your right hand on your chest, and there it is. The faint sound of your heart beating, increasing, as your mind gets filled more by the said male.

It feels foreign, but it's nice. Really nice.

And with that, you know you're ready to face another day with the open sky and Wooyoung's presence keeping you intact and aground.

—

After all the crying you've done, you felt light and at ease. As you walk out into the hallways and down to the ground floor, you find yourself greeting more people you encounter along the way. You can't help but notice the smile sticking to your lips, and surprisingly, it didn't hurt you with how wide it was.

Your smile only seems to get brighter when you spot Wooyoung's familiar figure outside. He's by the same bench you two sit on with his back facing you.

Giggling, you were eager to reach where he stood.

But then it happens.

Just when you were about to run and shout his name, it happened.

Instead of shouting his name, you find yourself gasping for air, feeling as if your throat was closing in on you. With your heart irregularly beating painfully against your chest you drop to the ground, feeling faint and cold with sweat.

You don't register much about what happened next but swore you heard screams around you and the last-minute turning and running Wooyoung made toward you.

Blurry grayness was the last thing you saw before everything turned black.

—

There were voices around you and the sound of a machine.

Fluttering your eyes open, you recognize you are in your room—lying on a bed with a few tubes connected to your body, and then gently shifting your eyes to the door where the sound came from, you see a familiar back and your Nurse Aliah, talking in low voices. Though, not low enough, seeing as they awoke you.

Nurse Aliah notices your awoken state first, you see her whisper something to Wooyoung before she attends to your side.

"Hey, darling," She began in a soft voice, almost lulling. When her fingers brushed through your hair, you swore sleep was tempting you to go back into its arms once again. But you stopped yourself.

"How are we feeling?" Nurse Aliah asks. You find yourself clearing your dry throat, unable to answer. You give her an okay sign, instead.

Immediately, she gets a glass of water from your bedside table. She gently guides you to a sitting position, before she hands the drink to you.

"I'm glad you're awake, Y/N. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll go call Dr. Lee. Meanwhile, you can go ahead and talk with your lover boy over there. Sounds good?"

You could only roll your eyes at her, shooing her away.

Wooyoung instantly came to your side after the door closed. He pulls out a chair for him to sit on and then just stares at you. You find yourself looking down at the empty glass in your hand, with the silence the male was giving you.

You can't figure out if he's angry, sad, or disappointed. If he only sees you as a weak and undesirable thing he no longer wants anything to do with.

"What's my pretty girl thinking, hmm?" Wooyoung asks, gently taking the glass out of your hold, and replacing it with his hands.

Wooyoung's hands felt warm against your slightly cold ones and you liked it.

"I'm thinking that I'm sorry, I'm sorry for not telling you," You answer truthfully, now finding the courage to reciprocate his gaze on you. But then, a gasp leaves you when you see how puffy his eyes are.

"Have you been crying?" You ask, pulling your hands from him and cupping his face. Your thumbs trace the bags of his eyes while Wooyoung leans into your touch.

"If I did, what's my pretty girl going to do about it?" Wooyoung asks with a small chuckle, in an attempt to lighten up the mood inside the four walls.

"Am I really still pretty to you, Woo?" You asked in a weak voice, tone laced with disbelief.

"Y/N, y'know that's a stupid question, right? Love, you'll forever be pretty in my eyes, and I—y'know yourself I'm good at finding pretty things, right? That's how I found you."

"Woo…"

"If you think that me, seeing you like this will change anything, then you're so wrong for that."

"Woo-"

"Is it shitty of me if I say that I'm in love with you, right now?"

You're caught off guard when Wooyoung starts crying, his tears wetting your fingers. With him breaking down in front of you, you can't help but cry as well, pulling his head to your chest in hopes that your heartbeat was loud enough for him to hear that it was actually screaming his name.

"I don't want you wasting your tears on me, please…" Your voice was croaky after a while, tears having dried on your cheeks, while Wooyoung's sobs still hadn't subsided.

"I don't know about you but I'm not feeling funny enough to laugh right now," He answers with a chuckle and you laugh as well, still cradling his head against you.

If you could, and if you only knew how, you'd lessen the pain he's feeling.

Absorbing all the pain coursing through him until you become numb, you'll do so. And if you could control time you would love to rewind it to the time he took a photo of you without permission.

If you acted coldly towards him and sent him away, would you still find yourselves in this position?

Will Wooyoung still weave his way into your fragile heart and your colorless life?

Will you still find yourself falling in love at the last minute with him?

You don't know.

But you do know you feel the same way as him.

Who knew that that delicate heart of yours was still capable of welcoming a powerful force called love inside?

—

Most of your days were filled with your doctor and nurse checking up on you at every possible chance. The wheelchair has become your friend, and instead of getting out into the garden and finding Wooyoung, the tables turned. Wooyoung, being the one who found his way to your hospital room, started constantly visiting you with a different set of flowers every day to adorn the lonely vase sitting atop your bedside table.

Unlike the other days though, this time, he was kind of late. Even Nurse Aliah didn't get to peek inside after the early morning check-up she did on you today. It was strange, you think.

Starting to feel bored, you decided to take a quick look at your finished drawings and the letters you wrote slipped into one of the pages of your sketchbook

Then, you hear the door to your room opening. Instead of Nurse Aliah, though, Wooyoung's adorable peeking head was the one you saw.

"Woo!" You exclaim, putting a sweet smile on his face as he welcomes himself in.

Immediately, you open your arms for him, and he fits in perfectly when he engulfs you in a soft hug. You feel his lips against your temple, and if you could, you'd choose to stay in this position, just basking in all the warmth he could offer and all the kisses he'd get to spoil you with.

"I have a surprise for you."

"What is it?" You whisper back at him. Then, he's pulling away, a hesitant look on his face.

You looked at him, confused, asking, "Is there something wrong?"

"No, nothing's wrong! It's just that, Nurse Aliah told me you're not really fond of these, but, I was hoping if…" Wooyoung trails off, and then he takes something out of the small bag that he brought with him. "...can you please, wear them for me, just this time?"

In his hand was a case, and when he opened it, you saw a pair of glasses.

Your breath hitches.

"Is this—h-how were you able to—Woo, I-"

Unbeknownst to you, you were panicking, and Wooyoung was doing all his best to calm you off the overwhelming feeling encapsulating you.

When you've calmed down, he proceeds to ask again, "Will you wear them for me, love?" in a much softer voice.

You nod your head, tears brushing your cheeks, while smiling hard and mumbling a few yeses.

"Thank you, my pretty girl," Wooyoung says, showering you with butterfly kisses, prompting giggles out of you.

"Are you ready?" Wooyoung asks before you take the glasses out of its case. Nodding eagerly as a reply, you put them on, unable to control the blinking of your eyes as they adjust.

An immense feeling grows in your chest, your words stuck in your throat when you finally get to look at Wooyoung and see what his gorgeous eyes are colored in. When you asked him what color they were, he told you they were brown, the same as yours.

Minutes later, as soon as Wooyoung sees you're all set, he pulls you up from your bed, helps you wear your shoes, and then guides you every step until you're sitting in your wheelchair.

Turns out it was blue—your wheelchair. And blue is such a pretty color, you think. Though, after seeing the color of Wooyoung's eyes, you think nothing could ever compare with it.

—

It was your first time being able to see the garden with the stars present, twinkling up above.

Wearing the special glasses that Wooyoung has gifted you, you can't help but cry at the overwhelming colors filling your vision.

Wooyoung and Nurse Aliah told you that it won't make you see all the colors the world is painted in, but at least it was no longer just black, white, and gray—the three same colors your world was revolving in.

Another surprise welcomes you hard when you notice the transformation the garden had to go through with all the fairy lights hanging from each tree.

Green—a color you know that dominates the earth. You are so delighted to be able to see such a refreshing and tranquil color. A color you wouldn't mind looking at forever.

"Did you do all of this for me?" You ask Wooyoung in between shivers, that the latter had to stop wheeling you from behind for a minute. He crouches down in front of you, tightening the jacket around you, and sensing that it isn't enough to shield you from the cold nightly breeze, he takes off his own and puts it on you.

"Hmm, though I did ask Nurse Aliah and a few others for help. Do I look like I could pull off this surprise by myself?"

"Of course not." You playfully scoff.

"I know I asked, but I can't help but feel offended."

Laughter filled the rest of the path you took toward the very bright evergreen tree in the far distance. The sound of the crickets and the luminous moonlight accompanied you two as well.

"Is that—are we having a picnic?" You gasped, spotting a blanket lying over the green grass, a basket, and a set of empty plates over it. You think you even see a bottle of your favorite drink peeking out of the basket.

"Yes, we are, pretty." Wooyoung responds, but then something else catches your attention that you almost want to abandon your wheelchair and just say, 'fuck it,' and run.

You realize that not only fairy lights hang from the evergreen tree, but also pictures.

When you get nearer, you feel your heartbeat becoming louder. And when the wheelchair halts—Wooyoung carrying you afterward towards the area he set for you two—you were able to see the pictures much closer.

At first, all you see were the different flowers Wooyoung captured in his camera—they were a myriad of colors; pink, blue, red, and purple.

You found purple to be the loveliest.

"Is that—?" You turn your head to Woooyoung as your finger points to a certain picture of two people.

Wooyoung only nods.

It was a picture of you and your Nurse Aliah. Bright smiles graced your lips. Your arms were around each other and you were wearing your cap which surprisingly is colored purple as well.

Maybe, Nurse Aliah knew that purple was bound to replace gray as your favorite color in the long run, and the color didn't disappoint you at the very least.

"Thank you," You tell Wooyoung as he puts you down on the blanket. Everything looks magical. Like a scene pulled out from a movie, a scene you didn't expect to live out.

And just when you thought Wooyoung's surprise had reached its end, you thought wrong when he handed you a photo album. Well, it looked more identical to a scrapbook, with your name on the cover formed using cutout magazine letters.

When you open it, you see a short letter written on the first page with what seems to be Wooyoung's penmanship. From his penmanship alone, you could identify what his personality is like. And you thought it was endearing.

However, when you flipped to the next page, your eyes widened, breath hitching as your gaze stayed fixed on the very first picture pasted on.

It was that picture Wooyoung took that got you so caught off guard. The one he so adamantly tried to hide from you.

One of the candid photos he took pride in—you with your eyes staring wide at the camera, your mouth ajar, the pencil you were holding slipping out of your grip mid-air.

You were quite shy to admit it but you now understand why Wooyoung said it was for his eyes only.

It was a pretty picture.

—

Deeper into the night, Wooyoung finds himself running his fingers through your hair while you're laying your head on his lap, watching the stars dance in the endless obsidian sky.

Having you close like this, he gets to realize how frail you appear to be, one touch and he fears you'll break. A second of looking away from you and he's afraid you'll slip away from the clutch he has on you.

But then, there was your smile, ever blinding, and it made him think there was nothing wrong. That this was simply a storm passing by and that tomorrow a rainbow shall greet him from the bluish sky.

"Ask me again, Y/N," He asks after a while of comfortable silence, you merely humming back, eyes questioning him with what he means by that.

"Ask me the same question you asked me a month ago."

And just like that, bliss danced in your irises, but then you sat up a little bit too fast that it worried Wooyoung for a bit. However, the joy in your face never seemed to fade, and that was enough to reassure him that you didn't experience any pain of some sort.

"What color am I to you, Woo?" You paraphrased the question you dropped on him a month ago, one he couldn't answer yet. But now, he thinks he got it all memorized.

"My dear Y/N, if you were a color," He starts, leaning in towards you, his hands cupping your face and then he's resting his forehead against yours. "You'd be every color in the rainbow."

To Wooyoung, you were purple—a color that's meant for uniqueness and the artistic side of life, which you surely have running in your blood. Purple was a color that could relax the overall senses, which is why it's no surprise to him that it was now your favorite color.

Although, he believes you're also blue—not the feeling, though. Blue was a perfect color to describe your calm demeanor to others. Just like the feeling one gets from looking at the sky—breathtaking, pure, serene, and easy to look at. Wooyoung thinks he gets all of that just from a single glance at you.

But then you're also green. Softness and growth. In the short amount of time, he got the privilege to spend with you, he knows you've become more open to everything. You've once told him about what your past looked like and to be honest? He thinks you've started to learn to let go of the painful parts that once scarred you—like a leaf falling from the tree and letting the air carry it to anywhere it'd take it.

Yellow and orange are colors that represent joy and energy—you exude both. Wooyoung sees a certain glow in you, and he thinks Nurse Aliah will agree with him if he claims that the energy you possess is one of a kind, something that needs to be shared with everyone else.

A glow that gravitates people towards you.

And maybe that was one of the reasons that made Wooyoung stumble his way to you that very day you two first met.

Will you end up believing him if he said that that project was something he was forced to do? Wooyoung had never even touched a single camera until that day. And looking at how bright his world looks right now in front of him, he's glad he decided to do it.

"And lastly, you're red. You radiate passion and warmth, Y/N," Wooyoung tells you, never breaking away his gaze from you, and not caring if he ends up cross-eyed.

"You are love itself, and every day I wake up beyond grateful that I'm one of those people whom you've decided to share a piece of yourself with."

"Woo…" You say, already sniffling, while he's now finding it hard to see through his tears.

"Can I…Can I kiss you?" He asks, his hands shaking.

"You'll probably be my first and last-"

Wooyoung cuts you off with the tender feeling of his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was messy and frantic at first, like time was chasing you away, and was salty with all the tears. But then, every brush of your lips against his' turns into something sweet, making his insides flutter and his heart beat like he just ran a mile. Wooyoung feels warm all over as one of his hands found your waist, the other delicately holding your chin, and if he could wish for one thing, he would love to wish for this moment right here to stop as it is.

But the thing is, he can't.

He knows any moment now, an endless slumber shall find you. And if he can, he would like not to waste any remaining second he's got with you left.

"Woo, I'm tired," Wooyoung hears you say in a small voice after a while, a yawn escaping your lips and your eyes getting droopy.

He gently lifts you, placing you on his lap while letting your head rest in the crook of his neck. And then he's wrapping his arms around your body layered with jackets, cradling you like a baby.

"Woo?" He hears you speak once again. He hums back in response.

"Look at me, please?" You plead in a soft voice which almost breaks his heart there and then. But he looks at you, and when he does, he thinks he saw your eyes shine with the littlest spark it could still muster to show.

"Your eyes are really pretty," You say. Wooyoung looks away, fearing you'll see him cry. And he doesn't want you to go after seeing him in that state. Instead, he hugs you a little tighter.

"The sky is a witness to how grateful I am to have crossed paths with you, I hope you know…just how lucky I am and how happy I feel right now," You say with a contented sigh, and based on the way your cheek moved against his skin, he knows you're smiling right now.

But it turns out you weren't finished.

"My life was dull and repetitively the same until you came along with all your colors. Thank you for letting me feel how love feels like, I love you…and I'd like to believe I'll still do until we meet again."

That was the last time he heard your voice drifting in the wind before the chirping of the crickets increased tenfold.

"I love you, too, always, my pretty girl." Wooyoung gets to say before his entire body stills, your last intake of breath reaching his ears and your last exhale fanning his neck.

And then he's shaking, another batch of tears washing over him as he cries silently, slowly rocking your body with his, back and forth, and dropping soft kisses on the top of your head.

I don't want you wasting your tears on me, please.

He hears at the back of his head, bringing him back to the moment he saw you so fragile-looking for the first time.

Wooyoung actually got to talk with your doctor, Dr. Lee, that day. Dr. Lee had told him that it was considered a miracle, how you lasted for a month when he thought you'd only have a week left after the both of you saw the latest condition of your heart—only seeming to get weaker as each day passed.

Now, Wooyoung wasn't one to assume things, but he would like to think that you held out for him, all because you wanted to ask what color you were to him.

"If I were a color, what color would I be, Woo?"

"That's a question I can't answer after just a day of knowing you, Y/N." He answers truthfully. "How about I'll get back to you after a month?"

And you did wait for a month. Wooyoung would like to say it was a stupid reason but, he's glad you asked him that. And he's even glad that you were able to hear his answer to your question before you closed your eyes.

Somehow, it brought him peace.

—

Entering your room, Wooyoung feels nothing but emptiness, the joyful energy you once radiated, is now nowhere to be found—but the memories he got to share with you linger on.

Earlier, he volunteered to tidy your room and your things when Nurse Aliah asked, and now as he's walking near your bedside table, he spots something peeking out of the sketchbook you always used to carry with you to the garden. The sketchbook you didn't let him take a peek even once.

Wooyoung grabs it, and he lets out a sound of surprise when something falls out of the pages, dropping onto the floor. Crouching down, he picks up the bunch of paper and sees there are two drawings and two handwritten letters.

He takes the drawing you made for him—a sketch of him while he's holding the camera to his face—and the letter addressed to him. Then, he puts the ones that are for Nurse Aliah back on the table.

Wooyoung takes his time admiring every stroke and shade you've made while sitting on your bed.

Now he understands why you wouldn't let him peek even just a tiny bit.

Wooyoung feels his heart soaring because you drew him.

And it was a pretty drawing.

Wooyoung sniffs, putting the drawing on the bed and picking up the letter you wrote for him this time.

Frankly, he isn't sure if he's ready to read it, especially since your passing is still fresh in his mind and his heart is still hurting.

But then again, when will he ever be brave enough to read it alone? Wooyoung thinks reading it inside the room you once resided in will ease him even just a little bit, although he can't promise that he won't cry again.

And so, after a deep exhale, he opens your letter.

One look at the first line and Wooyoung finds himself breaking down for the nth time.

My dearest Woo,

Hi! I'll be honest with you, I wasn't really sure how to start this letter, but then I thought, what if I told you a story first? You like stories right? I hope you do. Anyway, here it goes.

Once upon a time, there was a little fairy. Now, this fairy was unlike any other fairy—she didn't have wings. (I know what you're probably thinking; why is she a fairy if she doesn't have wings? But cut me some slack, will you? This is probably why I should stick to drawing, which I hope you saw first, by the way.) Since she didn't have wings, she couldn't fly. And because she couldn't fly, she felt like she was always left behind, always feeling like an outcast that she almost resented herself for being born. Why wasn't she like normal fairies? She always finds herself asking.

Right when she thought all hope was lost for her, she met this boy. A boy who had no wings but was still able to fly. Of course, the fairy was in awe and disbelief, and so, she asked the boy, "How are you able to fly without wings?"

The boy grins at her and says, "Wings? Who says they're the only thing that could make you fly when pixie dust exists?"

"Pixie dust? What is that?" The fairy asks, and then the boy shows him a bag filled with golden-colored dust, which he pours into her hands.

"Sprinkle it all over you and think happy thoughts, then you'll be able to fly just like me," The boy says, and without hesitation, the fairy follows his words.

And when she did, she found her tiny feet slowly lifting off the ground. "I'm flying!" She exclaimed with great joy. After that, she became friends with the boy and together they soared to greater heights. But nothing ever lasts, don't they? Soon, the boy had to leave her, but before he left, he gave her another bag of pixie dust and promised to come back looking for her as long as she continued to think happy thoughts.

However, the time came when the pixie dust ran out, and the fairy had lost her glow and was unable to think of happy thoughts. In the end, her life ended before she could even know if the boy didn't really plan on coming back, or if he simply wasn't able to find her. The end.

Whew, what a story!

I don't know if it made sense to you, Woo. But I think, what I'm trying to say is, I want to make things lighter by saying that, in that story, the fairy was me, and you were the boy who gave me hope. Although, I'd also like to believe that our ending will be slightly different from theirs. We both know that I don't have much time left, we do. And which is why, I'm hoping that before I rest, I'll still be with you long enough to let you feel how much I adore and appreciate you.

The thing is, being born with achromatopsia was already sufferable enough for my younger self. And then, imagine, my doctor comes in one day and tells me I also have problems with my heart and that my days are numbered.

Of course, I became miserable, who wouldn't? I felt like the world caved in on me. During that time, I only had Nurse Aliah and I even shut her out. I thought life was so unfair, because why did I have to go through something I didn't even wish to have while other people my age were living the life I could've lived?

But of course with Nurse Aliah not giving up on me and encouraging me to do the same, I outgrew that phase, or so I thought.

I was a work in progress when lo and behold, you jumpscared me with your camera and affinity for the word pretty. Have I told you how giddy it makes me feel and how blushy I get when you call me that? No? Well, now you know.

Wooyoung, despite all the loudness and wonderful chaos you entailed, you became my peace. Just like how the scratchy sound of the pencil's nib against my sketchbook brought me comfort, so did the sound of your camera shutter.

Did you know that right before the moment you decided to enter my life, I was deeply yearning for something brand new? Well, that yearning was fulfilled, because that something brand new, became you, Wooyoung. In case you haven't realized yet. (But of course, I know you do!)

By the time you read this, I'm probably, well, gone…but I'd like to think I'll be among the stars twinkling in the night sky, trying to get your attention by shining the brightest while you're staring out of your window. (Please, say hi back to me!)

Just like what I said, don't waste your tears again on me, okay? My dear Wooyoung, promise me you'll only smile when you think of me, please. I don't want to cause my favorite people any form of sadness or any kind of pain.

Truth is, I…I don't really wanna go. After meeting you, I suddenly wasn't sure if I was ready to leave everything, especially you, behind, just yet.

But then again, we can never always have what we want right? It's bittersweet, but that's life for you. I'm just so, so glad that this weak heart of mine was still able to beat for you.

I love you, more than you'll ever know.

Forever and always your pretty girl,

Y/N

P.S. When will you ever show me those pictures you've taken of me, huh?

— ☁️

[changingplumbob]

Chopra Household: Chapter 6, Part 4

Time to investigate if my Chopra's need any extra support!

CW: Mean nanny, distressed infant

If Viola is attempting to say something it will be in brackets, otherwise you can assume it's just trying out sounds Savannah aka Honeybee Mercedes aka Little Ladybug Viola aka Green Bean

I think Viola is about to unlock her sleep through the night milestone when-

Cluckton: *crows* Hear ye, hear ye! It is dawn, 5:10am with a chance of showers! Get up everyone! New Years eve!

Rahul gets up but it would appear Cluckton’s crows haven’t disturbed Cassandra. Rahul knows she only got up to pump a few hours ago so has likely slept less than two hours since. Best thing to do is let her sleep. He didn’t have to get up to tend to Viola in the night so he is happy to go and see her before the day gets underway.

Rahul: Good morning Viola! Did my big brave green bean survive the rain

Viola: ee ee ap (yes papa)

Rahul: Now mama is sleeping but I know she’ll be excited to see you. For now papa can give you breakfast and a change

As normal Viola is delighted to find the teet of a milk bottle pressed to her lips and greedily downs the milk. After burping Rahul changes her diaper and puts her in some day clothes.

Rahul: Now mama, papa, Savannah and Mercedes have to go out this morning so you’re going to get a very nice lady who will come look after you

Viola: *whimpers*

Rahul: Don’t worry, we’ll all be here for a bit yet. Now sit down here and I can get you a rattle. Look, it’s a cute little bunny! We have bunnies in the garden, I think you’ll love them green bean

New Years Eve is here and so are the clouds!

Mercedes: Mama, mama lift! Want snuggle

Cassandra scoops up Mercedes and gives her a snuggle and kiss before placing her in the high chair.

Savannah: Me next mama

Cassandra lifts Savannah and snuggles her. She blows a raspberry on her stomach making the toddler giggle before placing her in her chair. She looks around and lastly lifts Viola gently to her seat.

Rahul: What do we want for breakfast ladies

Twins: EGGS

Rahul: Scrambled eggs it is

Mercedes: NO PLEASE PAPA

Rahul: There is no need to yell. Now what do you mean ladybug

Savannah: We like folded egg

Mercedes: When papa make pretty

Rahul: Omlettes? Eggs with filling folded up?

Mercedes: YES PAPA

Rahul sets about making the breakfast while the twins babble to each other. Cassandra uses the lull to have a shower and Viola takes her time to see if she can see anything in the room. It looks like the only thing in focus apart from her siblings is the ice bucket on the counter. She doesn’t know what it is but she likes the shiny!

Rahul: Here we are team, folded eggs

Savannah: YAY!

Rahul: Now Mercedes, what must we remember

Mercedes: Food no fly

Rahul: That’s right, good memory. Now make sure you eat it before it gets cold. When we’re done we and mama have a special mission

Mercedes: *dubious* What

Savannah: *through food* Will it be fun

Rahul: What do you think darling

Cassandra: We’ll all show up with our good attitudes and make it fun

Mercedes: *still dubious* what

Rahul: You’ll see now eat up

The twins are delighted to learn Viola will not be coming on this adventure. They always prefer to have their parents to themselves. After a big hug they both notice Viola has drifted off to sleep in her chair. They look around then Savannah carefully tiptoes until she’s right beside the chair. On Mercedes signal she throws the biggest loudest tantrum she can, waking Viola up.

Rahul: Savannah! What have I told you about waking your sister up!

Mercedes: But Viola poopy face

The twins burst into laughter and Rahul mutters under his breath. After he gives them both a firm telling off Cassandra takes them to get ready.

Cassandra: It's probably a no but does anyone need a new diaper

Mercedes: Me mama!

Cassandra: I thought we had almost mastered the potty skill

Mercedes: I like mama time

Cassandra sighs and snuggles her cleaned up toddler.

Savannah: Mama where we go

Cassandra: You remember how we saw the doctor yesterday to make sure our bodies were healthy? Today we’re going to see another doctor who will make sure our brains are healthy

The twins share a conspiratory smirk. Of course this mission won’t include Viola. She doesn’t have a brain to check.

The previous default nanny passed away this week so the Chopra household is the first to meet Alana.

(I would like to state for the record here that she was angry and bitter before interacting with the children. My kids are not 100% responsible for this attitude. I just went with it. Okay, back to the story)

After some time playing with the blocks Viola realises she hasn’t seen any humans for a while. Feeling sad she begins to cry, hoping that mama or papa will appear to comfort her. Her wailing eventually brings in Alana.

Alana: What the f- What is your problem? I’m here now, calm down

Viola: *wails* ga nee do (I don't know you)

Alana: Should have known my first job would be with a rich spoiled brat. What do you want? Your parents said you were just fed and changed

Viola cries and stretches her little arms upwards. What she needs is a nice soothing cuddle.

Alana: The heck is that supposed to mean? Look I know you can’t be hungry or soiled so pull yourself together and stop crying

Viola sniffles and wipes her tears from under her glasses. Why won’t this lady just pick her up? She loves being carried and desperately wants a cuddle. Are her parents gone forever? Will she ever see them again?

Alana eventually scoops her up, still trying to shush her.

Alana: Now it can’t be that bad can it?

Viola: *through tears* ma pa ew na (Do mama and papa still love me)

Alana sighs and begins trying to cheer Viola up by tickling her tummy and every so often going, cochie coochie coo. Viola only gets more distressed however and begins trying to bat her hand away.

Alana: Oh you little stuck up ship, stop sulking

To the surprise of nobody with a brain this is not at all comforting to Viola. The next time Alana’s finger dances along her chin she grabs for it. She may not have teeth just yet but she can chomp down on it as hard as her gums allow.

Alana: Gah! That hurt!

Viola: ne da boo (Are my parents alive)

Alana: I have had enough of this nonsense. If you’re so grumpy you clearly need a nap. Where the heck are your sleep clothes

After rifling through drawers Alana finds the regular night onesie and gets Viola out of her day clothes. Laying Viola down in the crib she tries to soothe her to sleep and switches on the mobile. Seeing Viola relax with the lullaby she storms off, grabbing the dirty laundry to wash. Viola falls into a restful sleep filled with dreams featuring her beloved family, yes even her sisters are there.

The girls have their results. Eldest Savannah appears to have a motor delay so the psychiatrist recommends occupational therapy for her. Mercedes however has a speech language delay. Can I just say I LOVE that the mod gave her this because she didn’t say her first word until she was a toddler! It fits. Anyway speech therapy is recommended for her. Cassandra and Rahul take the girls to their first sessions and both twins feel optimistic afterwards.

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☘︎✦♥ - scrap book page analysis - ♥✦☘︎

Writing

Now I can’t read Japanese very well but I think what’s written was

地球

And 海理星

Heavenly body..?

so assuming I’ve not made a mistake somewhere these both reference space (globes and earth / stars) which is theme throughout the art but also with remi one of the few prisoners they are close to. Speaking if remi-

planets

The stickers appear to be earth/Saturn? Or Uranus? The colour makes me think Uranus but Uranus’s rings are usually portrayed as being vertical and its pretty hit or miss if its portrayed with rings at all were as Saturn is always portrayed with them so I’m not sure..

and the last one is harder to discern but I think it’s probably either venus or Jupiter? It looks the most like Jupiter but I hesitate to say it definitely is Jupiter since it doesn’t have Jupiter’s distinctive storm it also reminds me of venus but not actual Venus but the stylised depictions of it but it really could be anything since apart from Saturn and earth lots of the planets are drawn the same…but we do know for sure earth and again assuming that the translation was correct this connects back to 地球 and if the planet is Saturn we can connect that to remi’s saviour art were she has a Saturn on her shirt.

Also some thing I’m not 100% sure on is I think that the saviour art is the first time remi is connected with Saturn since I don’t think its in her memory art and I don’t think I’ve seen it anywhere else other then her saviour verdict art so maybe Saturn is connected to the saviour verdict???

Four leaf clover

yay another instance of 001 being portrayed with four leaf clovers to add to the collection! :D

I don’t have a super solid theory on why they are associated with them. There is of course the common superstition that four leaf clovers bring luck which I’m sure has something to do with it.

hotaru’s VD name Docetae seems to reference Jesus? and apparently clovers can be a symbol for the holy trinity but that seems like its always a three leaf so clover so that doesn’t make sense another place said that eve took a clover with her when she left the garden but its pretty much another dead end the only way I could think of connecting it was

life = garden

death = leaving edin

so “I'm here Right into Hell, I'll take you with me” killing somebody taking them from life (garden) and with hotaru to death??? (Leaving the garden)

There was one place that said that four leaf clovers could help you see evil spirts and be able to escape them but I couldn’t find any other references to spirts and four leaf clovers so this just a complicated way if saying it’s probably luck

it probably just symbolises luck and every other symbolism avenue I looked down hit a dead end

Extra thoughts

-their are so many clouds in hotaru’s various arts not surprised to see them here just don’t know what they could mean…

-with the planets / craft jewels that look somewhat like stars and the two words it seems there are potential alot of references to remi it was way to much of a stretch for its own section but its even possible to connect the line patterning on hotaru’s clothes and the arts bg back to her??

-sad wet cat

[altocat]

Okay this is a weird one but if the Firsts and Cloud had to pick one Eeveelution which one would it be

I really like Pokemon

Now there's a fun one. Okay.

Genesis, with his very obvious fire gimmick, immediately rushes in to pick Flareon....only to realize it probably has like the worst stats out of any of them. Oh well. Fluffy.

Zack picks Jolteon, because he fully appreciates the fine art of being spiky and zipping around. And might have also played with plugs too often as a kid.

Sephiroth selects Espeon, since it's calm, elegant, and suits his alluring personality. It also kind of looks like a weird psychic alien? I mean sorta, with the tail.

Cloud, naturally, picks Umbreon in response. Because of course he had to go and pick the edgiest of Eeveelutions.

Angeal selects Leafeon, mostly because of his love for gardening. He doesn't even want to fight and compete with it. Pet the weird leaf-dog. Yay.

BONUS:

Lazard IS the director here. So he gets a say too! Glaceon for him. Because he's a cool leader with a chill personality. Enough cringy ice puns for you?

And Kunsel gets Sylveon. Because, contrary what that helmet would have you believe, Kunsel is secretly the sparkliest and most special bean of them all!

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Critical Role, Campaign 3 Episode 86

Matt: "Don't ask." Yes, probably best ...

Maps! Yay! I love maps! Oh! Czepeku! I love these guys! Nice! And now the costumes make sense. Matt: "What's happening?" Yeah ... we're with you. And now he won't say their name ... Marisha: "Say it, bitch!" LOL

A Luxon D20 with a LIQUID CORE?!!! OH MY GODS ... so cool ... O.O

Liam O'Brien delivered a truly BIZARRE Jester impression there ... cue OG turn from Laura to show us how it's really done ..

Oh yeah! Fearne's in another dimension ... so where is she?

Perception check? Nat20! Nice ... oh yes, US the portal still there? It is ... oh thank fuck ... in she goes ... and she's BACK!!!

Yeah, actually sleep sounds good. They really need it. Goodbye mist form, but still ... like they really are on the verge of exhaustion ...

BTW I am going quietly nuts over Marisha's look tonight ... it's genuinely adorable ... :3

Through the mouth? Is that an EXCUSE, Fearne? Are you being sneaky flirty?

Yes! Anchor a line with the rod. Good idea. It WOULD probably pay to check this out. Be a good retreat point if needed ...

Oh yeah, good point. Would that transfer thing be a potential beacon for Otohan?

So Imogen gets an extra Sorcery point? That is pretty cool ...

Ah yes, Chetney's tools. Affixing a piton for thd rope. Meanwhile Fearne takes the tethered Immovable Rod ... while still a leaf sheep sea slug? Not gonna work ... no, Orym takes it while she guides him through ...

Wow ... Liam STILL doesn't know zll his stats that well ... XD Messy ...

They're trying SO HARD to make Matt accidentally describe this as passing through a weird magic butthole ... XD

Travis: "Chetney's leaving to pursue his fortunes elsewhere."

Aha ... so they ARE on Exandria? Interesting ... but WHERE?

Turning into clouds while still in the water would probably be a bad idea ...

Discussing Fearne and Werewolf Chetney's "sexy time" ... yeah ...

On the shore of this strange lake ... ah yeah, Nature Check! Smart ... pine-trees ... higher altitude ... this is VERY NEW to them ... interesting ... are they on Tal'dorei, perhaps? Near Vasselheim, maybe? THAT would be interesting ...

Mist once more ... heading UP!!! So what do we see?

T-shirt shenanigans ... oh Samuel, you are playing with fire ... XD

A village! Nice ... heading down again ...

Street level! Here we go ... well into the evening ... the place seems to be abandoned ... strange ...

Dusty empty general store ... looks like it's been empty for a while ...

FCG suggests they're in an alternate dimension ... unfortunately much what I was considering ... not that I LIKE this idea any ...

Overgrown gardens ... yeah, another suspicious sign ... some of the buildings are collapsed ...

Ria'doin village ... Lake Umamu ...

It's somewhere in Marquet? Issylra, maybe? Hmmmm ...

Ashton checks out the most expensive house ... which seems to have been ransacked ... but a long time ago ...

Imogen picks up shoreline pebbles snd loose bits of wood from the town.

Grim Psychometry! Here we go ... no joy ... hmmm ...

Chetney joins Ashton, starts checking the house for hidden rooms, etc. Small compartment under the bed, but already emptied ... yup ...

Laudna finds mention of people disappearing ... a whole slew of families leaving ... no, DISAPPEARING ... rumor, conjecture ... then nothing? Weird ...

It's all very X-Files, really ...

FCG casts Speak With Animals on a local bird ... oh, he really does HATE birds, clearly ... talk about trauma ... XD

Matt Mercer ... master of creepy looks ... LOL

FCG has to mark off a Stress Point ...

People walk into the lake? Oh boy ... yeah, this place is CURSED!!! I fucking knew it!

Chetney DEFINITELY wants to sleep here now, just to see what happens ... yeah ...

Aha! Yes, is Imogen picking anything up with her telepathic abilities right now? Nothing ... hmmm ...

Deciding to sleep in the expensive place. It's serviceable fir the night, at least. Setting in ...

Oh dear ... worst time for intrusive thoughts ... XD

Examining spoils ... a Ring of Life Awareness ... whoops ... well THAT'S not a good thing at all ... does thr Ring have tracking? Crap ...

His new feat? Oh yeah, his deal with Nana Morri ... of course ... Master Craftsman! Ooooooòoooooh ... O.O

First watch, Fearne and Chetney ...

Nothing happens ...

Second, Orym and Imogen ...

Orym is attempting to communicate with Caleb Widogast ... oh fuck me it WORKS!!!

CALEB!!! THE DIRT WIZARD LIVES!!! I mean obviously WE know this already, but still ...

Imogen casts Sending to Caleb ... and it WORKS ... then tries to Send to Keyleth ... fuck, it worked AGAIN!!! Sweet!

Catamaran Reach in Issylra! Yup! They were right!

Okay, so she's gonna try snd meet up with them? That's smart ...

Awwwwwwww ... such a sweet moment for these two ... :3 Orym DESERVES a break, so he needs this.

Holy fuck, it's Jester! Oh my gods!

Yeah, she is as adorable as ever ... I love how she can just keep it up now with Unlimited Sendings ... XD

Orym tries to get through to Dorian ... gods I want this to work SO BADLY ...

No response, but he's sure he heard something OUTSIDE?!!! He thinks it might be Dorian ... oh fuck! Creepy horror movie vibes! DO NOT GO, ORYM!!!

No, Orym is just GOING TO THE DOOR ...

Laudna sends Pate to look for him ... literally CHUCKS HIM out the window ... oof ...

Yes, this is a super creepy situation and NOBODY should go ANYWHERE ... and now Ashton can hear something ...

Oh right, of course, clearly there is something IN THE LAKE that's trying to draw people in ... they need to IGNORE THIS FREAKY FEELING!!!

Hunter's Bane? Oh, smart ...

Chetney and FCG are going to investigate ... for fuck's sake ... and now more of them are going ...

Yeah, this is all going south SO FAST ...

Imogen casts Detect Thoughts ... oh shit there IS something IN the fucking lake! Great ...

Liam: "We are in Derry, Maine." Of fucking COURSE they are ...

Imogen tries to Command them all to return to the house ... it works, but not on Ashton ... CRAP!!!

Laudna sends Pate after him ...

And now the other two are going in again! Shit! And NOW Matt decides to call a fucking break? SERIOUSLY?!!!

Welcome back to SHEER FUCKING PANIC!!!

Imogen tries to hold onto Orym ... strength check? Somehow he STARTS TO BEAT HER in that, so they're now BOTH going in! Aaaaaaaah!!!

Fearne tries to Scorching Ray all of them ... but they're ALREADY underwater! Crap!

Laudna sticks her head UNDER THE WATERro try snd see boats? Hmmmm ... amazingly, there are FOUR sunken boats here! Wow ...

She PULLS ONE UP out if the water ... oh fuck she's BROUGHT IT TO FUCKING LIFE!!! And it can talk and crawl around ... bloody hell ... as is THE ROPE ATTACHED TO IT!!! She sends both to collect the others ...

FCG's going down to try and help ...

Weird underwater growth? Oh for FUCK'S SAKE it's some kind of twisted monster! Lovely!

Damn, it's COLD down here! And it's starting to have an effect on EVERYBODY down here now ...

Oh shit it's fucking HYPOTHERMIA!!! They are in DEEP SHIT right now!

Bones. Lots of bones. Yup, this is definitely NOT GOOD.

Mind Sliver? GO IMOGEN!!! 16 points of Psychic damage to this ... THING ...

Fearne bamfs out Mister ... who DOES NOT HAVE WATER BREATHING right now! Crap!

All but Ashton manage to snap out of the trance ... lovely. They are back in control but VERY MUCH lost in darkness and icy cold right now ...

Form of Dread! Undead pirate style! Sweet! And they DIVE!!! It's all gone very POTC with the crew of the Flying Dutchman ...

Dimension Door! Nice one Mister! FCG is now free ...

Laudna (pirate voice): "Arrrr! All aboard the Queen De Rolo!"

Imogen stand again, more psychic damage!

Blood Maladict! Chetney does some damage too ... it does not have blood, but he does hurt it. Now he's swimming for his life ...

Orym makes pushing attacks and succeeds ... he's got some "breathing" room ... and he sees the bones ... tries to grab a skull, but it manages to grab him again in the process! Crap ...

FCG grabs the boat's bough ... grabs his coin snd tries to Turn Undead ... BOOM!!! Unfortunately the creature manages to resist ... but LAUDNA IS EFFECTED TOO!!! Shit ... Nat19! Oh thank fuck ... she resists because "she's a dope underwater captain." XD

The rope grabs Chetney and pulls him up. Laudna: "Give yerself to the Kraken!" LOL ... He unleashes Turmoil and Blasts the beastie ... POW!!!

Marisha: "This is THE BEST SPELL and I'm so glad I took it!"

Now she's trying to frighten the thing with her Form of Dread. Travis: "You CAN intimidate this kelp!" Whoa, a fucken NAT1!!! Jeeze ...

This has become SO VERY SURREAL ...

Somehow BOATY SAVES HER LIFE ...

Shocking Grasp! Go Imogen! 12? Balls ...

Fearne tries to swim in to rescue Ashton ... that's a SHITE roll ... yeah, he is just TOTALLY obscured still ...

Orym breaks free, and now he can BARELY make Ashton out ... wait, HOW THE FUCK did he just move like that? He slashes through snd now Ashton's free ... but he just starts trying to claw his way back in again? Fuck ... Orym tries and fails to break him out again ...

Chetney swipes with Turmoil again ...

Fearne tries to snap Ashton out of it ... NO JOY, and it's BECAUSE OF THE HERO'S FEAST?!!!

FCG tries to flip the coin underwater ... and loses it! It sinks ... but then ACTIVATES!!! BOOM!! Somehow that manages to break Ashton out of the trance! Yes! He books it!

Laudna breeches the boat back to the surface!

Big boom! Everybody run! But YES!!! That's a good point! They need to stay and warn about the thing down below ...

Crap ... the bost and rope are NO LONGER alive ... they swim back to the shore ...

Well, at least they're all out again ...

Balls ... they can't send any more messages ... Chetney carves a warning on the dock. A very obscure warning ... hmmm ... oh, leave the skull for people to talk to?

Orym (spooky voice): "Dead gnomes make no toys!"

They're all so tired ... wait, they're going BACK IN?!!! Hmmm ...

They set up signs matking where yo go, then go back in ... the creature is not there at this time, so they can safely go back through thd portal ... back jn the cave, then ...

Laudna sets up for a watch ...

Orym wonders why Dorian didn't answer the stone ... oh no, don't do that to yourself, wee man.

Wow ... Laudna is having a weirdly profound existential conversation with Pate ... hmmm ...

Oh for fuck's ... DO NOT talk to Delilah, Laudna!

Disturbingly, the ruthless evil bitch is actually giving her some pretty good advice ... oh boy, and here comes the seduction, right on time ... back off, Delilah ...

Laudna: "Are you Pate?" Oh boy ... thankfully no ... oh for fuck's ... now she's SEEING HER ...

Thank the gods ... FINALLY a long rest ... morning comes ...

Oh fuck, greasy takeout sounds SO GOOD right now ... damn you, Ashton ...

Going up sounds like the smart move ... yes, as Orym's saying, "stay curious."

Leaving an arrow to follow ...

A Ring of Protection? Nice. The Tiny Tank (aka Orym) takes it ...

Laudna puts the Harness on and drains the other ring ... whoa ... she gets a permanent 2 extra HP! Sweet ...

Time to climb ...

Group Athletics Check ... great ... 2 Nat20s? Automatic success ... phew ...

FCG tries to Scry on Ira ... the connection fails ... interesting ... communications are once again buggered ... even more interesting ... seems like the Latticework is blocking the signal between worlds ...

Bane-worm? Crap ...

The tunnel just ENDS? Balls ... it's just a hard compacted collapse, no way through.

Oh yeah, can Ashton do something about this? Oh wow, he's doing it ... Ashton activates his Shard and goes all Dragonball Z again ...

Sweet, our boy is now a burrowing GOD ... that's VERY COOL ... he just powers his way STRAIGHT UP ... and surfaces headfirst into a massive dust storm ... he goes back down ... SUPERHERO LANDING!!!

Chetney ATTACKS ASHTON by chucking his chisel at him ... and HITS!!! Oof ... he just POPS IT BACK OUT and stabs it VERY DEEP INDEED into the wall ... that is VERY COOL ...

So they're going up? Okay ... he carves another diagonal tunnel for them up to the surface.

Still a storm up here, but lighter now ...

Scry balk is dark ... phew ...

Imogen tries to reach out to scan the area, Ruidusborn style ... now they have a path, but may also have broadcast their location ...

So goals ... find the Friends of the Volition ...

The Scroll? Ah crap ... read it! Put the protective magic up ... now they're theoretically undetectable ...

Imogen leaves a triggered message that can only activate if an ally passes by ... a Mind Egg? Hmmm ...

So now they're walking through the chappy dust and wind ... charming ...

A vibration in the air? Oh hell what's THIS SHIT?

EVERYTHING'S lighting up? Oh fuck ... IT'S A FLARE!!! FUCK!!!

Imogen and Fearne and now just PULSING OUT ... weird shit ...

It passes and Fearne's still glowing but Imogen's gone ... crap, she's HOVERING IN THE AIR and just SUPERCHARGED ... she snaps out of it and drifts down ...

They BOTH now have 15 temporary Hit Points? Awesome ...

Ashton is just CRUISING THROUGH THE GROUND ahead of them. Like a land shark ... O.O

Eventually he pops up and changes back ... and now he is A WRECK ... great ... TWO WHOLE POINTS OF EXHAUSTION?!!! Holy shit ...

FCG casts a 4th Level Greater Restoration to bring him back up to health again ...

Fearne turns into a direwolf and scouts on ahead.

A carved valley? Hmmm ... oh, an actual CITY ... that's Kreviris, then ...

And that's it for the night ...

Phew ... at least it's s chilled out end for once ...

[kits-ships]

🐪 🐌 🐋 and🐁! :3

YAY DISASTER POLYCULE MY BELOVED <3

🐪 Who confessed first? How did it go?

Kyojuro asks to date Ione first. He then sees that she likes Giyuu, and that he enjoys Giyuu's company, so he encourages Ione to ask Giyuu out. After a while, Ione notices the way Sanemi treats both her and Giyuu, and it takes her three years to convince him to drop the tough guy act and DATE THEM !!!

🐌 Who is more likely to fall asleep first? Who goes to sleep last?

Kyo goes to sleep first and he falls asleep QUICK. He's like the base of the pyramid if that makes sense. He sleeps splayed out.

Sanemi goes to sleep second. He typically lays next to Kyo on his back, but sometimes Kyo drags him closer in his sleep.

Giyuu and Ione go to sleep next, but it's a toss-up between who falls asleep first. Ione is typically too anxious to sleep and Giyuu is plagued by The Mean Thoughts™️, so they stay up longer to cuddle or read or w/e they wanna do.

75% of the time, Giyuu sleeps first and lays between Kyo and Sanemi. When Ione joins, she sleeps cuddled into Kyo's side, Giyuu spoons her, and Sanemi either steals Giyuu for cuddles or spoons him.

Big conga line of spooning and then Kyo on his back. Although he does sometimes insists on being "the littlest" spoon.

🐋 What are each of your FOs' nickname? Do they have one for you too?

Ione calls... Giyuu: Sweetheart / Lovey / Baby / Handsome Kyojuro: Kyo / Sunshine / Happy Boy / Handsome Sanemi: Nemi / Cutie / Tough Guy / Handsome

Kyojuro calls... Ione: My Love / My Sweet / My Darling [Ione] Giyuu: My Friend (friend-zoned his qpp /j) Sanemi: Sanemi / My Friend (again)

Giyuu calls... Ione: Sweetheart Sanemi: Nemi <3 Kyojuro: Kyojuro

Sanemi calls... Ione: Dumbass / Princess / Pretty Girl Kyojuro: Loudmouth / Man / Bud Giyuu: Idiot / Dark Cloud / Handsome

🐁 Any headcanons you have about your polycule?

so many.

they can't leave the doors or windows open at night; it stresses sanemi and ione out even after demons are eradicated

ione feeds the bunnies and tanukis that visit their yard.

they all have a little farm / garden that they work on, but sanemi and kyo take it the most seriously. sometimes sanemi just sits outside to chase rabbits away from their crops.

kyo loves carrying people. doesn't matter who. you do not need to walk. sanemi and kyo will also carry ione if somethings wrong with her prosthetic

giyuu and ione often fall asleep under the kotatsu in the front room; especially if one of them is having a bad night emotionally.

kyo does not allow for bad communication and we respect boundaries around here ‼️‼️‼️

kyo is the heaviest sleeper, while ione is the lightest. she often wakes up when someone (usually sanemi) is having nightmares to cuddle + reassure them.

giyuu is the true housewife. he likes tidying up

sanemi keeps everyone on schedule

kyojuro is the handy-man!!

and ione makes sure everyone is well-fed, happy, and taking care of themselves. (+ they do the same for her)

sanemi and giyuu go hiking a lot !! either to visit a hot spring or just for fun. kyo typically stays behind with ione since hikes are too hard on her leg

[anonfeather]

Super Luigi RPG: Curse of the Seven Stars

So.. I participated in the 2019 Narowrimo, but I didn't have a lot of story ideas, but I still wanted to make words. So I typed out my idea for a sequel to Super Mario RPG: Legend of the Seven Stars, one of my favourite RPG... I decided might as well share it... I wrote it as if I was talkin' to folks.

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While playing Legend of the Seven Stars, I had a very important desire for a sequel. Sadly there is none. I mean, I know we got the 'paper Marios' and 'Mario and Luigis', but I really wanted something back in the same universe as Legend of the Seven Stars. So, I came up with my own sequel to which I’ll share with you guys. 

It’s not completely planned or organized, because we all know this will never come true, but here’s my delirium. 

So, the title of this sequel would be Super Luigi RPG; The curse of the Seven Stars. It makes it very clear that it’s the sequel, doesn’t it? And, well, Mario isn’t the Main, his bro is! Yay!

Anyways, the beginning would be almost frame by frame, the same as Super Mario RPG. Toadstool (-err I mean Peach) is in the field, playing with flowers and butterflies, then Bowser appears in the sky, kidnapping her with Mario rushing out to save her. Then, there’s a zoom-out, and Luigi there gardening or something with a bored look. Saw the scene. Shrugs. He resumes his activities. 

After a while, Toad rushes in:

“Luigi! Something terrible has happened!” And Luigi, like Mario, did in Legend, pantomimes everything.

“No! Mario’s gone! Come to Mushroom Kingdom and we’ll explain everything!” 

So, little adventure zone, some tutorials, etc, etc. Luigi gets to the castle. There, the Princess is fuming, pacing around in the throne room, anger rolling off her. And Bowser’s there too. His expression shifts between annoyed, angry, and crying (I love his big tear drop emote). It’s obvious the Princess is yelling at him!

When she spots Luigi she goes, “Oh! Luigi, thank goodness you're here!” And she explains what going on. 

When Mario came to save her, Bowser strapped him on a rocket and blasted him off! They can’t find Mario anymore! There’s a hole in the sky to boot!

Bowser tried to defend himself, saying he expected Mario to free himself and win. But his arguments do not placate Princess, and she orders him in the "dungeon". More on that later.

To Luigi, she asks if he can escort her to Nimbus Land. They might have seen Mario or have more info on the hole in the sky. Of course, Luigi agrees!

Oh, before I forget, I need to tell you guys that none of the main characters in Mario RPG are going to be party members. They’ll play prominent roles, but won’t be playable. So, Luigi’s trek with the Princess is an escort mission. He fights alone when a fight occurs for the moment.

As they go to Nimbus land (not via cloud car because of reasons) they find the place filled with dangerous beasts. 

At Nimbus land, they are welcomed by panic. Mainly about the hole and the beasts. They reach the castle and they talk to Prince Mallow. He’s the one in charge right now because his parents have gone on vacation. 

“Oh, man! Why is this happening? it’s my first day!”

The princess recounts what happened. Mallow explained they didn’t see Mario, but he agrees that investigation is needed. The princess and Mallow get excited about the adventure. However, it’s short-lived because the Nimbus chancellor (or maybe Frogfucius) tells them they can’t go! It’s not proper for royalty! Mallow complains, but Peach agrees and whispers something like ‘Just play along’ to Mallow. More on that later.

Luigi is asked to check on the hole.

When he gets there, it’s finally time to meet his first party member! And it’s none other than… Gaz!

Yep, kid Gaz is now a teen and he got "strong and cool" because his dream came true (okay not really..). He’s ready to be a hero, however, there haven’t been a lot of opportunities. Until today.

Seeing as Luigi has the same goal, they team up. 

Little about Gaz: He’s the team tech guy. To reach the hole, he builds something… A flying machine or scaffolding or something. In fights, he uses huge mechanical arms, and maybe some cannons or steampunk lasers. The reason, well, I always wondered who made Geno’s weaponry that managed to knock Mario out. I decided it was Gaz, so he has some building knowledge.

Anyways, Gaz and Luigi adventure up and out of the world. 

Out there, there are in space and Star Beings investigating what’s going on. A meeting is held.

Seems the star road got blasted beyond into other worlds!

In the Star meeting, a Star stands out more, and it happens to be…! Geno’s true from! Gaz finds it super cool, and asks Geno to come with them and find the stars piece! He even got his old doll that he carries around as a good luck charm!

Geno’s interested, however… He can’t. He’s like the minister or something… He’s got too many responsibilities now. 

“Aw, shucks,” Gaz says. He’s a bit put off but understands. Geno informs them that he think he knows where the first star can be found. Gaz and Luigi set off to go there. 

And unbeknownst to them, a little star being follows them. - It’s not Geno. More on that later.

Now, I haven’t determined all the worlds, nor all the adventure. I thought that maybe the first star would have fallen between Sarasaland and Beanbean Kingdom. For a reason that would be discovered later, the Stars tend to corrupt and turn hostile to everyone that gets in contact with them. 

So, Sarasaland and BeanBean Kingdom are starting up a conflict, whereas they always were friendly before. Luigi needs to be the diplomat, going from one to the other to calm them down before war breaks out. (And seeing as Luigi pantomimes everything, it'll be funny when he just... jumps around to explain his points of peace)

And, in case you didn’t know, Sarasaland is Daisy’s kingdom and BeanBean Kingdom is Prince Peasly - Luigi’s "love" interests. Course, they don’t know him in this game, but they’ll be fighting over him for his diplomacy until the star is found. When the star is found, the hostility between Peasly and Daisy immediately goes away and they return to being best friends again. 

Another world I thought would be nice to visit would be Donk City and meet Mayoress Pauline. 

Another fun world would be a ghost world. Throughout the game, most people would ask Luigi who he is and find it unbelievable that THE Mario has a brother, etc. Y’know, the typical joke. However, when he gets into the ghost world, all the ghosts know HIM and they are equally frightened and honoured by his presence. Luigi stays mostly frightened - but it’d be a nod to the Luigi’s Mansion franchise, basically. 

I thought that one world might be Smity’s original world. Smity was a criminal there, so the people are happy he’s gone… Except maybe some surviving lackeys that might still be up to some nasty things.

Other than that, the worlds are rather vague…

Hum, anyway, let’s get back to the story details.

Remember when I said a small star being followed Luigi and Gaz out? That star will become the 3rd party member. The star follows them, and secretly helps them a bit (turning a switch, opening a door). As the story goes on, the star gets a littler bolder and stops hiding. It says it wants to be a Star Warrior or some such, but hasn’t passed the academy requirements. It wants to help! It wants to be a hero! Wants to get recognised! Wants to do a good job. 

(( By the way: that’s one of the game’s themes between all party members. To be recognized/to achieve something/to surpass/to not be in someone else's shadow. ))

Anyways, at some points, probably during a boss fight, the star gives a huge help! And they invite it to join the party. 

“Oh! Can you inhabit this doll? Like Geno did?” Gaz asks. The star can. (the doll = Geno's doll that Gaz still carries around for luck).

So, the star agrees, but they don't feel right to have Geno's appearance, so they customize the look.

((I tried drawing the character. I’m not totally satisfied with the look I doodled. I’ve been calling her Luna mainly because I saw the hair be a lot like Luna from My Little Pony. To recognise the star from the other stars, I wanted it to trail a starry sky sparkles around - so it’s cool for that aspect to stay. Their true name is probably ✶☾♪ ))

And I’m using she/her pronouns even though she’s non-binary, just like Geno was, but he still used he/him. The rest of the clothing looks like Tifa from FF7. She’s the team’s bruiser. Her hands are overly large for better punches and kicks.

Anyways - Let’s get back on another story element. 

Remember Princess Toadstool and Mallow? Well, they, of course, ran away. And they donned some very bad superhero costumes! Sometimes the party would encounter them when they reach a star and they would steal it before. Who are those masked heroes! I don’t know if Luigi and the others noticed who they were or not…

Okay, let’s rewind again! Remember Bowser? So he got locked in Mushroom kingdom’s dungeon. Which, by the way, it isn’t much of a prison… It’s honestly, just a very nice guest room. Kinda like the dungeons in Brightmoon from Shera…

Anyways, Kamek and his apprentice come in to free him. Kamek takes his place (he sees it as pampering time while Bowser is impressed by the sacrifice.)

Bowser does an epic oath that he’ll show the Princess he’s a cool dude and save Mario! And then he’ll boot him off again to show he’s powerful! It’s a skewed logic-type thing. He orders the apprentice to teleport them into the sky hole. So, the party members will occasionally encounter Bowser as they try to get the stars. Sometimes Bowser, the Princess Mallow, all appear together for some confusing hijinks... 

When the group encounters Bowser, it’s often a boss fight and Bowser orders the apprentice to boost him up, like Kamek is known to do. Though, it might not be perfect… Chaos time!

Now, I mentioned earlier that the stars had strangely corrupted the people from Sarasaland and BeanBean Kingdom. Well, it’s mainly because Bowser used EVIL fuel (left over from Smity’s gang) and when the rocket passed through the star road, it coated the stars with the gunk). 

Now, please remember that Mallow, the Princess and especially Bowser have been getting in constant contact with the corrupted stars, taking them away before the Party gets them. Well, it’ll have an impact. (So the Party never collects a star. It's always snatched away from them right before they touch it. Running gag type).

Bowser’s going to be acting, worse and worse over time, each time he gets another one… He’ll become so mean. 

So mean, and the apprentice will eventually abandon him and joins up with Luigi, Gaz and Luna to be the fourth and final party members. ((I thought of having five members but couldn’t figure out who to add that would fit thematically. So, they’ll be four and they’ll all fight together with a small twist. There’s going to be a front and back row. The person in the back acts as support. Each character in the back has a different way of supporting to make needed strategies.  The mechanic will probably exists before the full party, via guest members))

The apprentice, has the placeholder name of Magi, is the team’s spellcaster and healer. She wants to do a good job and prevent her Boss from becoming too evil. He was always borderline - but tolerable. Could be talked down from going too far. 

Anyways,  near the end of the game, Mario’s going to be found, next to the last evil fuel-soaked star. And evil Mallow, Princess, Bowser and Geno (he got corrupted at some point by touching a star) show up to fight for the star. So, it’s the start of the last boss fight, divided into three stages.

The first stage is against all five original party members from the 1st game. They’ll have their abilities like in the first game, so the showdown should be frustratingly hard. 

The second stage occurs, and then they are all defeated. They come back to their senses, except Bowser! He’s been exposed for too long. So he does the whole evil laugh and forces Magi to boost him super-sized. 

The third stage occurs after he is defeated. He shrinks and all the evil fuel he was exposed to and all the evil fuel on the stars coalesce into an evil ooze similar to Ferngully’s villain. 

Once the fight is won, it is' conclusion time. The stars' pieces are clean, the road is rebuilt. The star folks recognise Luna as being good enough to join the ranks. Gaz is also invited to become the Star Hero (a star appears on his mushroom cap). Magi isn’t fired and even gets a ‘You did a good job’ from Kamek and Bowser. Luigi gets his bro back and everyone celebrates in his honor!

So, yeah, that’s the sequel my mind created! It’s very incomplete because, well, it serves no purpose to create more, for it’ll never come true (unless Nintendo a fan… If so, Nintendo, please hire me!)

[wickedfangharpg]

Now experimenting with just putting the written part along with story pieces here (hopefully there's no character limit I need to worry about down the line🤣), but still linking the DA post on the image as well <3 For convenience sake, I'm putting the tldr at the top here ^w^

TLDR; Soren has become an official member of the local mafia. Yay? As is tradition, she's been given a welcoming gift for the occasion, and was invited to a dinner party everyone's going to be attending. Surely there won't be any drama with everyone together in one place, right?

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It'd been over half year since Soren had agreed to work under Rath. She'd been uncertain at first, however with how kind and welcoming everyone at the manor has been thus far, she found it easy to adjust to the new environment. Work time felt more like friend time to her, and being assigned the job of a bodyguard, she never had to be alone.

Most of her work took place outside the manor; it was her job to keep people safe when they left the property, and ensure they'd return alright. It wasn't too often that she'd have reason to actually go inside, a deliberate move from her superiors while they gauged whether or not she could be trusted. She didn't see much action in these few months, the most she's had to do was take out her axe; plenty enough to scare off any would-be threats in most cases.

These first months of working for the family had essentially been a trial period, to see how well she'd do within their ranks. Soren was entirely unaware of this, but that trial period was coming to an end now that Rath was confident enough that she wouldn't snitch on anyone or the like. Surely she's figured out by now that their business wasn't entirely an honest one.

It was a time between seasons, dark clouds blocking the sun from gracing the mostly dead flora exposed by the melted snow. Cold but not freezing, neither winter or spring in Soren's eyes. Everyone else always seemed to call this the only 'ugly' time of year, however Soren would argue otherwise. There was beauty to be found in nature no matter the state of it, even if it was all gloom, barren flora and mud. Well, the mud wasn't fun, but surely it'd dry up soon.

She arrived to the front of the manor assuming it'd be just another work day, when Rath came to the door to invite her in. This was most unusual, however Soren didn't think much of it and followed him into the lavish estate.

"I got you something," Rath grinned while he lead her through the main hall.

"Oh? What for?" Soren asked with a glance towards the demon.

"Consider it a 'welcome to the family' gift."

This only further puzzled Soren. "But...I've been working for you since last summer?"

"Yes, you did work for us. Now you're one of us." Rath clarified as the two stepped outside, a sprawling garden with wide paved paths running the length of this side of the building.

Hitched just by the door was a buckskin yearling, the colt perking ears and abruptly raising his head to meet the eyes of the pair.

Any further questions left Soren's mind as she spotted the colt, gasping at the realization that he was for her. "Oh goodness, he's so precious!" She gushed, keen to hurry to the young horse and give him a hug.

This was swiftly denied as the colt jolted back with a snort, stomping a hoof as if he'd been offended.

Soren promptly stopped, more calmly offering a hand for him to sniff with more restrained excitement. "Oh I love him, does he have a name?"

"Creative Vibration." Rath answered, pleased and frankly relieved that Soren wasn't upset that she's had the responsibility of a scarcely-trained yearling dumped on her as a gift. "He's a Celtic Warlander. The studs I hear grow moustaches when they reach adulthood, I thought you'd like that."

"That sounds so cute, thank you so much!" Soren beamed as she looked toward her boss.

"You're quite welcome." Rath smiled, tail flicking slightly behind him. "We're having a dinner party tonight as well, if you'd like to join in you're more than welcome to." He added.

"That would be lovely, could I bring a friend as well?" Soren knew Quillan wasn't one for large gatherings - although she'd invite him along too anyway - but Axel most assuredly would enjoy such an event.

"Sure, we always have room for one more." Rath shrugged, seeing no harm in it.

[carewyncromwell]

"Staring at the blank page before you -- Open up the dirty window... Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find!

Reaching for something in the distance -- So close you can almost taste it -- Release your inhibitions! Feel the rain on your skin! No one else can feel it for you... Only you can let it in!"

~"Unwritten" by Natasha Bedingfield

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editing and animation done with help from Lunapic and EZGif // my other main accompaniment while drawing this!

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Yay, now for something more cheerful for the Haunted Mansion AU! This is a gift for my friend @ag907, which features her MC, Gwen Dunmoore ("the Performer" in this AU), with Beating Heart Bride Carewyn! (You can see I was experimenting with making these two look more "ghostly" and faded, while still coloring them enough that they look fully materialized.)

But yeah, I had this image of Carewyn actually being able to enjoy a walk through the gardens behind the Cromwell Manor, after she's freed from the Phantom's influence and Duncan takes charge. There she stumbles upon her fellow music lover, the Performer, balancing on the wall like it's a tightrope. The Performer then playfully holds her umbrella over the so often-reclusive "mistress" of the house when a bit of sun peeks through the clouds.

"No escort today, Bride? Where's the Wanderer?" "Wandering, as he's prone to do...so I thought I might do the same, on my own." "Glad to see it! It is a lovely day to be outside. Especially without that creep Phantom hovering over your shoulder -- wouldn't you say?" "Maybe not in those words. ...But yes, it is."

As a bonus for this post, I want to include some love for AG's own awesome version of this image, featuring much more period-accurate ensembles for Gwen and Carewyn, based on when they lived and died, as opposed to the Haunted-Mansion-themed outfits I drew them in here!

Isn't it fabulous?? ^.^ I totally love it!!

Hurry back...hurry back...much love to all of you! xoxo

[calpicowater]

Week 20.2/52: May 15th - May 21st 2023 | Reader Rock Garden 🍃

Such a beautiful little garden in Calgary omg! It’s getting very hard to find places I can visit here but I am glad I saw this one. Super nice to take photos in... took a bunch with my CCD but the card accidentally got formatted (idk how) so I lost all the photos rip. Good thing I have phone pics! Nice little walk on a polluted day lmao... (still dealing with wildfire smoke here... hence the overcast weather as the sun is hidden behind some thick smoke - not clouds). Also got some Coco on the way back home. Yay!