#i know all 1025 of them

[go-go-gadget-autism]

i was really relying on u being super autistic to know a lot abt pokémon and i was so right. 4 me if someone called me zangoose i’d b like. hello??? i love you forever ???? (zangoose shiny so good btw)

you give off hippowdon mixed with drampa vibes

but in a good way. idk how 2 describe it

Tha- thank you?? Also drampa is like. Top 10 Pokemon for me and hippowdon is also pretty nifty…

Such a goober of a design

[hauntingblue]

ANOTHER DEATH BY INMOLATION???? ENOUGH!!!!

[mbat]

pokedex entries are like 'im gonna tell you what you want to know or im gonna tell you nothing at all'

like im trying to assign pokemon teams to my ocs and im almost done and oh my gosh it has been so frustrating to find fitting pokemon for some of them i swear

[bad268]

can I request a clingy Kimi Antonelli

where he’s obsessed with kissing reader and overall being affectionate to the point he does not want to let go of her before the race and Toto is like “leave the poor girl alone Kimi” while Susie is like “you were like that before”.

HELP IDK HOW TO END THIS BUT YA ALSO LOVE YOUR WORKS 💗💗💗

Clingy Antonelli (Andrea Kimi Antonelli X Reader)

Clingy Antonelli Universe

Fandom: RPF/Formula 2/3

Requested: Clearly (I loved this too much lol I'd be down to do a Clingy Antonelli series and we need some fluff after this race lol)

Warnings: none.

POV: Second POV (You/your, but it does say 'poor girl' once)

W.C. 1025

Summary: Sweet reunions bring Clingy Antonelli to the surface.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

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It was a common occurrence that you were in the paddock with Kimi. Ever since you decided to attend school entirely online, you were by his side, and it may (or may not) have been because of the begging you received from Kimi.

It started when he was in karting, and he just wanted someone familiar to talk to. Then, when he moved to championships, he was always one of the youngest ones competing, and it was weird being the odd one out. Around the same time, you were given the option to switch to online school. He begged you to do it, so you could travel with him. How could you say no?

Not to mention, you loved taking pictures, especially of your favorite person, and PR from both Prema and Mercedes would pay you for some of the pictures. It was just easier to pay you since you always took pictures of Kimi. 

But that’s beside the point. You were doing what you normally did whenever Kimi was a guest on the F1 paddock: sit beside him silently as he listened in on a meeting. Sure, it was not your favorite thing to do, but it was a standard. And most of the time, the meetings did not even concern Kimi; he just had to sit in them because he was their junior driver.

You were sitting in the back of the room, holding his hand and not paying attention at all. That is until Kimi started pulling at your hand to get your attention. You turned your head and met his eyes. The look he gave you was one you recognized immediately, a silent plea for you to sit on his lap. With a joking sigh, you moved onto his lap as he smiled laid his head on your shoulder after giving you a kiss on your cheek.

“You’re more clingy today,” you whispered to him, “What’s up?”

“You’re going to leave for two weeks,” he complained as his arms tightened around your waist. “I know you miss your family and friends, but I won't see you again until right before the race.”

“Don’t worry, amor (love),” you consoled as you rubbed his arms, leaning further back into his hold. “I’ll be back before you know it, and we’ll be back traveling in no time.”

“Yay,” he chuckled before cutting himself short, “And I’m not clingy.”

“Oh come on,” you replied in disbelief, turning your head to meet his eyes. “Clingy Antonelli is my favorite.”

~~

Despite being with your family for once, Kimi would call you at any chance he could. He just needed to hear your voice and see you before doing anything racing-related. It was one of his superstitions, and you did not plan on standing in the way of it. 

Flash forward to when you finally came back. Due to the time difference, it was only 12 hours from the last time you talked to Kimi, but for him, it was nearing 20 hours. He knew that he had to give you space at some points, but this? Nope. He was sure that your plane should have landed ages ago, yet you still were not on the track. You had yet to answer his calls or texts, and he was starting to get anxious. 

He was pacing around the garage, half listening to his strategy team go over the plan for the race. He half-registered some Mercedes personnel walk into the garage but did not think anything of it since he remembers them saying they wanted to see him in action this weekend. Little did he know it was Toto and Susie Wolff in the flesh. They talked a little bit with the team before they turned their attention to Kimi.

“Is he always this nervous before a race?” Susie asked Toto, knowing that he had seen Kimi racing in FRECA before, but she did not remember him saying that Kimi got nervous.

“Not that I remember,” Toto responded just as confused before he turned to Kimi’s race engineer with a questioning look, gesturing in Kimi’s area.

“He’s missing his lucky charm,” Anthoine laughed, shaking his head. It’s said when you talk about someone, they appear, and that’s exactly what happened. Like clockwork, Kimi’s head snapped toward the garage door as he heard your unmistakable laugh. Kimi immediately took off, trying to find you. It did not take long because you were right around the corner, about to walk in with Ollie. Kimi wasted no time, picking you up in a tight embrace as he peppered kisses all over your face. Anthoine chuckled again as he pointed at the two, “Oh, look. They’re back.”

They all let you have your moment in peace. Kimi needed it. His nerves were through the roof, everyone could tell, so despite knowing that he needed to get in the car as soon as possible, they stepped back. The last thing they needed was an anxious driver on the track.

You could not even hear what Kimi was saying, just a bunch of anxious thoughts coming to light. You let him rant as much as he needed before he finally set you down and placed a long kiss against your lips. He pulled away all too quickly for your liking before leaning against your forehead, whispering, “you’re never leaving me again.”

“My flight got delayed, and my phone died,” you whispered back as he went back to placing butterfly kisses all over your face. “I wanted to call you.”

“It doesn’t matter now,” he sighed, hiding his face in your neck and breathing you in “You’re here now, and that’s what matters.”

“Leave the poor girl alone, Kimi,” You heard a voice behind Kimi chuckle, causing you to look over his shoulder. It was Toto and Susie Wolff, which caused your eyes to widen and your face grew red in embarrassment. Immediately, Susie’s arm came up to smack Toto in the shoulder.

“Oh, leave them alone,” She countered, “You were just like that before we were married.”

“Oh, he’s just being Clingy Antonelli,” you laughed, nervously. “I’ll get him into the car, don’t worry.”

~~~

Part 2 ->

Series masterlist

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[giant1v1poketourny]

Hello, and welcome!

I know what you're thinking, there's been numerous pokémon poll tournaments like this already. What makes this one any different?

Well, the biggest and most important difference is the timing of the tournament, and by extension, the number of contestants. As of the full release of Pokémon Scarlet and Violet (version 3.0.0), there are almost exactly 1024 total different pokémon! That means every single match can be 1v1 without the need for preliminaries, round skipping, round robins, or any other weird thing that needs to be done to make an irregular bracket work. Just ten rounds of pure 1v1 elimination all the way through.

"Hold on, you said almost exactly, not exactly." Yes, there are actually 1025 pokémon, which can be turned into 1024 if I treat both nidorans as one pokémon. These guys were introduced before gender was a mechanic and there have since been single pokémon with more extreme sexual dimorphism, so it's fine.

Oh, but that's not all! This tournament will also be seeded using the Ultimate Pokémon Tournament's round 1 results. Were any of the other pokémon tournaments seeded? No, because the hosts of those tournaments are sane and don't hate themselves! I, however, have already put in the work for this because I'm really interested in finding out how this setup changes the results, if at all.

Oh, and it's double elimination too. I don't recall any "every pokémon" tournament doing that either, also for good reason.

So if you liked the other pokémon tournaments and aren't tired of them yet, or if you're, like me, the type of autist who'd feel immense satisfaction from participating in a tournament with exactly 1024 contestants, then you've come to the right place!

4 polls are posted a day at 12-2pm utc (8-10am est) and reblogged 12 hours later.

@tournament-announcer

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

Congratulations on your follower celebration. Could I have character will miller( your fav) with prompt I have something to tell you and coming home drunk scenario. Smut 🔥

Champagne Fuelled Confessions.

10. "I have something to tell you." and u. coming home drunk

Author's Note - this is a drabble written as part of my 500 Followers Celebration!! find that post here if you're interested in sending a request!! man I love writing for will - thank you for sending this in <3

Pairing - Will Miller x Female Reader

Age Rating - 18+

Warnings - smut!! sexual content and cursing. alcohol mentioned

Word Count - 1025

Masterlist. 500 Follower Celebration Masterlist.

"Ow, fuck!"

Will wakes from where he'd been asleep on the sofa to the sound of you knocking over the shoe rack in the hallway.

"You okay, baby?" he yells, running towards the front door.

He finds you sat on the floor surrounded by shoes, foot tangled in the furniture.

"Stupid thing came outta nowhere," you mumble angrily.

"We've had it for three years, but sure. It probably moved," he laughs.

You look up at him, brows creased together with irritation. He thinks it's the cutest sight he's ever seen. Will comes over and untangles you from the rack, hoisting you up onto your feet in one quick swoop. It makes you swoon, how easily he throws you around. Sometimes you think he forgets how strong he is.

He places his hands on your hips, steadying you carefully. You dance your fingers up and under his shirt, feeling his toned stomach gently. Jesus, it's like he was carved by the Gods.

You gaze up at him with that look in your eye. You know what you want, and you're going to get it.

"What are you doing, honey?" Will murmurs, fingers rubbing comforting circles on your waist.

"Nothin'" you reply innocently. You both know that's a lie.

You move your fingers from his stomach to his back. You rake them from the top to the bottom, revelling in the quiet groan he lets out. The noise vibrates through you, rushing straight to your core. You push yourself onto your tiptoes and press your lips to his, biting his lip gently. He groans again, and you feel almost lightheaded.

Will lets you explore his mouth with your tongue. He feels as drunk as you are, tasting the champagne you've been drinking. His grip tightens on your hips, fingertips bound to leave bruises. You move a hand to grab a fistful of his golden hair, and reach to kiss your way along his jaw. Just as you're about to suck a bruise into his neck, you stumble forward slightly, alcohol making you sway.

"Easy there, sweetheart," he chuckles, placing both hands on your arms to steady you. "Let's get you out of these heels."

Will drops to his knees in front of you. The sight makes you whimper. He catches it, smirking gently.

His fingers work at the small buckle on your left shoe, while he peppers kisses just above your knee. He works his lips higher, and sucks a purple mark into the inside of your thigh. Finally, he tosses your shoe into the pile by the door, and begins to work on your other leg. By the time he's got your right shoe off, you're practically panting.

Will looks up at you, sitting back on his heels. His ocean blue eyes are swimming with something darker, something hungrier. He looks like he wants to eat you alive.

You thread a hand through his hair, nails scratching his scalp. He leans into your touch like a puppy, sighing contently.

"I have something to tell you," you murmur.

"What is it, honey?"

You grab a hold of his chin with your forefinger and thumb, forcing him to look up at you, holding your gaze. He looks so pretty like this. You lean down so your mouth is next to his ear.

"I've been dripping down my thighs all night thinking about what I wanted to do to you when I got home," you whisper.

You hear his breath catch, watching his chest rise and fall rapidly. He moves his hand from where it's been resting on your calf to sit on your thigh, thumb rubbing careful patterns.

Will has the most self control of anyone you've ever met. He's patient. You almost always give in first. You secretly think he likes it, making you crumble. You don't mind. You'll beg on your knees if it gets you what you want.

You pull your underwear down and off, and shove them into the pocket of his sweatpants, making sure to brush your knuckles across where he's hard and heavy between his legs. You're not sure how much longer you can play this game before you forfeit.

Suddenly, Will stands up, grabbing you around the middle and swinging you backwards. He places you on the stairs, and settles himself below you. He pushes your dress up and around your waist, and runs his tongue along his bottom lip at the sight he's met with.

You weren't lying. You're soaked. Will doesn't feel like being so patient anymore.

Diving forward, he laps at you, drinking you down like a man parched. He knows exactly which spots will have you moaning, and he goes straight for them. He can play you like a fiddle.

"Fuck, Will," you groan, hands grabbing at his hair. The harder you pull, the lower he moans. The vibrations are heavenly.

Will pushes two fingers inside of you, tongue circling your clit. You're so worked up, you know it won't take you long to reach your climax. You've been thinking about that talented mouth of his all night.

He curls his fingers forward at the same time he sucks, and it's your undoing. Your back arches off the stairs, keening your hips towards him, begging him for more. The moan you let out is borderline pornographic.

"Fuck, baby, fuck. So good, Will, so good."

He hums in response, and it pushes you into another smaller high. He lets you ride it out before removing his fingers and holding your eye contact while he licks them clean.

"So good for me, honey. Always so good for me," he murmurs.

You smile giddily, muscles relaxed and needs satiated - temporarily. Just enough to take the edge off.

Before you can register what's happening, Will has picked you up and thrown you over his shoulder, carrying you up the stairs. You shriek, and he laughs, feeling it rumble through you.

He tosses you onto the bed unceremoniously, before pulling his shirt over his head. He crawls on top of you, lips brushing yours.

"You want more, baby?" he asks into your mouth.

"Always," you whisper.

"Needy girl," he chuckles. "Ask and you shall receive."

[adelarsims]

display index list (numbers)

for sorting your cc in cas!

i've been mentioning sorting cc a lot lately, and one thing i mentioned is that i started it all mainly because i hated how maxis items are always scattered among cc - it doesn't look good, and i keep forgetting some things exist

so one of the most important points for me was to figure out the biggest display index number maxis uses, and give all cc numbers bigger than that, so all maxis items would go first. for people who want to do the same but don't know how to figure out numbers, i'll post my numbers list to use.

i also recommend skipping display numbers between your folders (e.g. 300, 305, 310 or 300, 310, 320 etc instead of 300, 301, 302), so that in case you look in cas and don’t like where you put a batch of cc and want to move them later, you have a wiggle room and don’t have to reassign everything else.

warning: this list is just for human adults. i didn't check infants, toddlers, children and werewolves because i don't use cc for them.

these are maxis numbers, you need to use numbers bigger than these.

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Hair: 220

Eyebrows: 0

Facial hair: 50

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All genetic details: 0

All scars and body freckles: 0

All tattoos and medical wearables: 0

Teeth: 6

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Top: 1025

Bottom: 1000

Fullbody: 1075

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Hat: 5000 (maxis, why?)

Necklace: 195

Earring: 160

Glasses: 0

All face piercings: 0

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Shoes: 170

Socks: 175

Tights: 140

Gloves: 90

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Bracelet right: 80

Bracelet left: 40

Index finger left: 15

Middle finger left: 25

Ring finger left: 15

Index finger right: 0

Middle finger right: 10

Ring finger right: 10

Fingernails and toenails: 0

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Eyeshadow: 20

Eyeliner: 20

Blush: 1 (maxis, what's even the point?)

Lipstick: 35

Facepaint: 53

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[just-here-with-my-thoughts]

Battle Scars

@summer-of-bad-batch week 6 prompt

Fandom: The Bad Batch Characters: Tech, Phee Relationships: Tech/Phee Set in season 2 between Tipping Point and The Summit. After learning Crosshair is a prisoner of the Empire, before learning Hemlock will be travelling to Eriadu Word Count: ~1025 Read Here on AO3

Content Warning: Teen rated, post-sex kissing, no smut - just talking

Synopsis: Phee admires Tech's battle scars, prompting a comparison with his brothers.

“And this one?”

Tech shivered pleasantly as Phee traced her fingers along the scar on his pectoral, then arched his back as she followed the touch with her lips.

“That one is from a mission to Kashyyyk.”

“You boys really have been all over.” Phee’s breath tickled across his skin, and Tech reached down to cup her jaw and pull her back into a deep, lazy kiss.

“We have,” he murmured, luxuriating in the way she stretched her body against his. “It has been… an interesting life.”

The narrow racks on the Marauder weren’t the most comfortable, but with their bodies tangled together like this it was hard to care. Tech took a deep, contented breath, a private smile flickering across his face as he wondered what his brothers would make of this kind of activity in the bunk area.

With her hand still splayed across his chest, Phee rubbed her thumb along the ridge of scar tissue. “I didn’t expect you to have so many scars, Brown-Eyes.” She smirked, a playful quirk of her mouth as she flipped the curling edges of his hair teasingly. “GAR armour not good enough to protect you?”

“On the contrary,” said Tech, catching her hand and pressing a kiss to her palm. “The scar you see would likely have been a fatal wound without my armour to absorb the impact.” He pulled back a little, fixing her with a quizzical stare. “Do you think I do nothing more than fly the ship and slice computer data?”

Her answering chuckle was light and carefree. “I know you’re as tough as the rest of them,” she reassured him, twining her knee between his legs to press them even closer. “But when you think about it, it’s easy to imagine those crazy brothers of yours charging into combat. You always struck me as the more cautious type.”

Tech leaned into her, brushing his nose along hers before capturing her lips in another kiss. “Then perhaps you don’t know me that well yet.”

She grinned against his mouth, welcoming his kiss with open-mouthed eagerness. “I’m enjoying getting to know you better, that’s for sure.”

The clone commando flushed a little at her flirtatious words, his smile turning slightly shy. “I… am enjoying this too, Ms Genoa,” he said softly, pulling back a bare inch, just enough so that he could meet her eyes as he spoke. Then, bolder, the question thrown out with casual nonchalance, “So you like the scars?”

Phee hummed her approval, sliding down his body once more to map the lines of his old injuries with her lips.

Tech relaxed, propping one arm behind his head, trailing the fingertips of his other hand down the back of her arm and playing with the light dusting of scars he found on her own skin. She may not have fought in the Clone Wars, but her life had been no less adventurous than his own – and over a longer timespan, chronologically speaking. His accelerated ageing might mean he was biologically the same age as her, but her life experience far outweighed his.

“I assure you,” he said, mind spinning down the channels of their conversation even as she explored his body, “I have spent just as much time in close combat as Hunter and Wrecker have. I simply take more care to avoid injury.” He chuckled to himself. “You should see how many scars they bear.”

“Should I now?” asked Phee, raising her head and raising an eyebrow. Tech’s gentle blush deepened.

“That’s not what I meant–”

“It’s alright,” she teased, pinching his hip before levering herself back up the bed to drape herself along his torso. “If I was just into men with scars, I’d have picked your brothers for sure.”

She laughed as he sputtered, twining both hands into his hair and smiling down at him. It was so different to see his deep brown of his eyes without the glaze of amber lenses in front of them. Somehow, that felt just as intimate as everything they’d done before.

“Don’t worry,” she told him. “I like you for your brains. The rest of this…” and she ran an appreciative glance down the length of his body stretched out beneath her, “is a bonus.”

Somewhat mollified, Tech brought his hands to rest gently on her waist. “Crosshair is the only one of us without an appreciable number of scars,” he said. “His role as our sniper often kept him at range from the heat of combat.”

A slight furrow formed between his brows, and the corners of his mouth turned down as his gaze went distant past Phee’s head.

“At least, last time I saw him.”

Sensing the shift in his mood, Phee eased up to put some space between their bodies. “I’m sure you’ll find him,” she said softly, her expression understanding.

Tech’s hands briefly tightened against her skin, before he placed a quick kiss to her cheek and rolled her off of him and onto the thin mattress.

“I should check the computer, see if there are any results from the scans.”

Phee wriggled into a sitting position, pulling the sheets up to cover herself as she watched him stand, beginning to dress quickly and efficiently.

“Well,” she drawled with a slight eye-roll, “glad I could provide a distraction whilst you waited for the scans to finish.”

Pausing as he was about to clip his utility belt on, Tech turned to her and leaned down, cupping her jaw once more as he gazed seriously into her eyes.

“You have been a more than pleasant distraction,” he murmured, a faint smile whispering across his face. “I would be very happy to resume our activities another time… if you are also up for this.”

In other circumstances she might have kept her poker face, but Phee let her grin break through as she leaned in for a final, quick kiss.

“Oh I am,” she assured him, then swatted him lightly as he stood. “Go check your scans. Find your brother.” She lounged back on the rack, relishing the way his gaze followed her with poorly-concealed interest. “I’ll be waiting.”

Tech and Phee 100% hooked up before Eriadu, you cannot convince me otherwise. "You were just going to leave without saying goodbye" yes he was because he thought he'd be coming back to talk about what this relationship development meant after a successful mission ;_;

[snowdrop-ivy]

Favor. | Part 4

Summary: Ari Levinson was an ego embodied in a man. Yep, he's an asshole. Y/N knows it yet she still married him. How? She doesn't know. And now, she doesn't know how to get him to sign the divorce papers.

A/N: Hey! Short update while getting back into writing zone. Hope you enjoy

That’s what he did. He made her coffee, breakfast, lunch, dinner, put out your clothes, did your laundry but nothing. He didn’t hear a word from her except for her mumbled thanks. He understood though, he knew what he said and meant it. He’ll give her space as much as she wants. Probably a lot of space since they’re going to have another extraction tonight. Ari and Sammy are checking the tires before they go. Sammy knew what was going on, he doesn’t know the exact details but he knew something was up since Ari isn't his usual self.

“Hey,” Sammy called. 

Ari looked up to him, not answering but enough to acknowledge his call. “You okay?” He then asked.

His friend sighed deeply before shrugging his shoulders. “Maybe.”

“You wanna talk about it?”

They looked at each other briefly before bursting into laughter. “Now?”

Sammy pursed his lips. “Maybe after this.”

“Only with a beer,” Ari nodded. Sammy agreed before they proceeded on their mission. Same routine, same track, different people. That’s their goal. It was a successful extraction. 1025 people got on the boat.

“Mr. Levinson?” A guy pushing the boat called him, “This came for you.”

He accepted an envelope addressed to him but doesn’t have a return address. He had a hint of what it is. It’s probably the divorce papers Y/N’s lawyer sent to him for the eleventh time. They got back to the resort. The guests are sleeping. Rachel and Y/N shared a room for the night. Sammy got them a beer for all the guys and they sat down on the veranda. 

“You invited them?” Ari asked Sammy as he saw Max and Jake sitting down, sharing a cigarette.

“Thanks for that,” Max sarcastically smiled at him.

Ari rolled his eyes before sitting down.

“Okay, talk,” Sammy said before lighting a cigarette.

Ari huffed out. “Well, something happened between us. I talked to Rachel and she told me to make up everything. Which I did. I made her everything, gave her the space she needed. And then, I got this today,” He placed the papers he received earlier.

“You think she planned this?” Jake asked.

“Yeah,” He answered. “I mean, she planned that before but with everything that happened now I don’t know what she wants.”

“Did you try asking her?” Sammy asked him.

He looked at their room. “No.”

“Are you planning to?” Max asked this time.

“I don’t think so.”

“I think you should,” Jake butted in. “She’s very confused. Rachel’s making her more confused. She talked to her about being selfish or something.”

“What?” They all asked.

Jake looked at them and raised his brow. “Yeah, she said how Y/N’s always been selfless and maybe now is the time to choose herself.”

“I didn’t tell her that.”

They jumped on their seats when they heard Rachel.

“What the hell?” Ari said, panting.

“You scared the shit out of me.” Jake chuckled before sitting down again.

“So what did you say to her?” Sammy asked Rachel as she sat down and stole his beer.

“Why don’t you go ask her?” She nodded her head to Y/N walking back to their room. Y/N turned her head and saw them altogether. She doesn’t want to be with anyone so she just waved at them. “She said it’s too cold in my room so she’ll go back.”

They all looked at him. Ari huffed out before walking to their room. He opened the door and she saw Y/N sitting on her side, her back faced him. 

“Hey,” He called her, sitting on his side, facing her.

Y/N turned. “Hi,” she smiled.

He smiled back. They both sat there looking at each other awkwardly. It was like the time Ari admitted he loves her two weeks after they started dating. “So…”

“Everything okay?” She asked.

Ari chuckled softly, caught off guard by the weight of his own thoughts. He had so much he wanted to say, feelings swirling in his mind like a tempest, but the words eluded him. He searched Y/N’s eyes for a sign, but all he found was hesitation mirrored in her gaze, her expression a mix of hope and uncertainty.

“Do you want to talk about what happened?” She asked.

Ari sighed, nodding. “Do you regret it?” His brows creased and lips pursed.

She took her time to answer because she doesn’t want to hurt or confuse him. She hung her head and sighed. “Not one bit.”

And that’s the truth. She didn’t. It was awkward waking up to it but other than that, not one ounce of regret in her body, mind, and heart.

Ari sighed with relief when he heard it. He chuckled lightly before rubbing his face. “Me too.”

“Do you still wanna try? On us?” He questioned, hoping to hear the answer that he wanted to hear. But he scratched that. In his mind, he’ll accept what answer she gives because she deserves it. This time, she’ll be on the top of his list. Her name is capitalized and bold.

“It wouldn’t hurt,” She answered, a smile slowly creeping up. Ari cupped her cheeks before kissing her forehead and pulling her into a hug. He soaked up her scent; so sweet and smells like beer. He just felt calm now. Like nothing can take away the happiness he is feeling. 

Y/N smiled and hugged him back. She loves him still but this time, she’ll put herself first. It wouldn’t hurt to give their marriage a try. She’s better, wiser, and braver. How brave can she get giving her marriage a second chance while on a mission that can get them killed anytime.

>>Part 3<< >>Part 5<<

[treefory]

Wiggle’s concert

1025 words

The early morning sun rose over the Shimmering spring sand. It's gorgeous ray’s slowly lit up Wiggles warm orange fur. With a yawn she sat up in her hammock and put on her pink star sunglasses and her boa that hung on its ropes. Her paws met with the sand below her as she stood.

Gramble slept peacefully on the ground in his sleeping bag. Razzbys and kweebles snuggled up to him but scurried away into a bush when they saw Wiggle, Gramble opened his eyes sleepily as they did.

“Good morning darling!” Wiggle purred as she picked up her banjo that leaned on her hammock post.

“Oh good mornin’ Wiggle…” the pink grumpus yawned. “Yer’ up early.”

“Well of course! I just know today is the day I make my new hit single!”

Gramble gave her a warm smile “Ooooo that’s amazing Wiggle! when you're done show me what you got!”

“When I’m done I won’t just show you, I’ll show the whole world!” And with that she walked off.

When she made her way to her spot overseeing the sandy shore. She sat down on her towel, plucking at her banjo’s strings. “All I have to do is find a rhythm first and the rest will come naturally…”

— — —

Wiggle aimlessly played her banjo. “Oh that’s not the right note…”

Twang

“Not that one..”

Pwing

“Oh come on…!”

With an angry huff she laid her banjo on the ground then sat on the ledge of her cliff, gazing upon the sandy shore and for a moment she let her mind wander. She remembered her last concert, adoring fans, flashing lights, and all the autographs she signed. It was all she could have ever asked for, but one thing was missing.

A concert worthy song, and “do the wiggle” was anything but that.

In the midst of her gazing she noticed Gramble walk across the shore with chocolate pods in his paws and kweebles following behind. He squirted some chocolate on the sand, his kweebles now swarmed around the puddle.

“Mornin’ Wiggle!” He called out to her. Her eyes met with her muse with two chocolate pods in his paws. “How’s your song goin’?”

“Worse than I hoped, darling.” She sighed as she took the pod handed to her. “I just can’t find the right rhythm! Nothing I play sounds right.”

“Hmm, maybe you need to change your instrument?” Gramble sat next to wiggle on the cliff, both watching the kweebles play with each other. “Trying something new could be just what you need.”

“But what would I use? All my instruments are in Snaxburg.” She said after squinting some chocolate syrup in her mouth

“Hmmm” Gramble said as he tapped a digit on his chin, thinking. “Oh! Watta bout’ this?” He said as he eyed the hanging instrument next to him.

“My triangle?”

“Yeah! Why not?” He picked up the triangle’s beater. “It might just do the trick.”

He gently tapped the hanging instrument with its beater.

TING

Its high note rang out across the beach and for a moment everything was silent.

“Mmhh, I don’t think the triangle is what I need. But thank you for-“ Wiggle stopped as her attention was drawn towards the water

Two Small tornados quickly appeared over the water. everything in its way twisted up into its wind, including a misfortunet crapple. Out the water emerged two waffle-like bugsnax. “Waffstackarak! Waffstackarak!” The two called

“Now what in grumps name is that?!” Wiggle yelled as the Waffstackaraks crawled their way to the shore

“Oooo I’m not sure, but they look feisty!” Gramble answered

The Waffstackaraks looked around as everything ran and hid except Gramble’s kweebles, who were too busy playing

“Waffstackarak!” The waffles cried as they began twirling their legs. A vortex appeared over their heads that began pulling in sand, seashells, and the kweebles.

“CHARWEE!!! JOEWEEE!!!!” Gramble cried as the two watched his beloved snax get pulled towards the tornado

“Gramble wait, no!” She called as Gramble ran to their aid. “You’ll get sucked up too!” Wiggle watched as her muse scooped up his two snax and tried to take them to safety, only to get himself caught in the tornado.

She had to do something and she’d have to do it fast. She snatched the triangle from its string and grabbed its beater. She stood on the rock’s ledge and held the instrument above her head

TING TING TING TING

And like that, everything stopped. The twisting legs of the Waffstackaraks stalled as they looked to where Wiggle stood. As the tornado disappeared Gramble fell to the ground, his kweebles running for the bushes

Wiggle paused for a moment, then tapped the triangle again. “Waffstackarak!” The waffles cried happily as they began to walk towards her.

“Ooohhh….” He moaned as he rubbed his head “Wiggle what are you doin’?”

“Uh I don’t know, but I have a plan!” She called, still taping the triangle. “Just go hide!” Wiggle started walking down from her spot and towards the Waffstackaraks. The two snax now cooed their names and swayed to the triangles beat as they followed Wiggle to the shore

“Follow me waffles, follow me! Follow me back to your home, to the sea from where you roam! Leave me and my muse alone, so go back to your ocean throne!” Wiggle sang desperately while ending her final line with her pointing towards the ocean

“Waffstackarak! Waffstackarak!” The snax cried happily as they began walking into the water. Wiggle watched as the two disappeared amongst the waves.

“Bravo, Wiggle! Bravo!” A voice called from behind a log, followed along with some clapping

Wiggle dropped her instrument and ran over to her muse “Gramble darling! Are you okay???”

“I’m okay. Ah, just a little sore… I’m sorry about bringin’ those snax here…”

“Oh it’s okay, darling! You were only trying to help.” She said as she pulled back Gramble’s strabby hat. “And I guess a different instrument was what I needed to make a new song.” She joked as she planted a kiss on his forehead.

“Even if it meant kinda risking ya’ life?”

Wiggle shrugged. “I’ve had worse concerts.”

[yourangel137]

Wanderer comforting reader who is going through very bad depression/self harm

Last but not least, I have to repost this one 100%. I'm just also very proud of this one! Sorry not sorry :3

Pairings: Wanderer X GN!reader (Using of both Scara and Kuni in this story)

Warnings: Mention of blood, very bad self-harm, descriptive depression symptoms, descriptive suicidal thoughts

Genres: Angst + Comfort

Type: One-shot

Word count: 1025 words

POV: First part: reader pov, second part: Wanderer pov, third part: reader pov

Summary: Reader feels the urge to give up thinking Scara left them for good

For anyone with suicidal thoughts, selfharm thought. Please!!! Get help!! Call for help!!

Suicide hotlines

It’s not like he wanted to be busy, it’s not like he wanted to leave you alone, it’s not like he wished for you to leave, yet it seems to feel that way to you. Sometimes his harsh words can make you feel insecure or his harsh words seem to make you overthink at certain moments. Like today.. you haven’t seen Scara for at least 2 weeks now and it’s been extremely lonely for you. What if he doesn’t actually come back? What if he actually doesn’t want to come back? You’ve read his letter, you’ve read how he will come back as soon as he can and how he promises to bring you your favourite flowers as a compensation for leaving you for so long. But after that letter, you didn’t hear anything from him for so long.

Even if it’s only been 2 weeks since he left, it feels like an eternity. Your brain works overtime, thinking about possible negative outcomes, something your brain seems to do a lot whenever you are alone. Worry fills your brain, what if he’s hurt? But it’s also filled with disgusting comments about yourself because maybe... you really aren’t good enough after all.

You get up from your couch and walk towards the table where the letter you read still lies. Your heart aches, tears form in your eyes. “What do I do? He could’ve at least.. said goodbye to my face instead of leaving a letter. What if.. you never come back.” That’s when your eyes focus on the knife on the table. You placed it there for when you need to eat dinner, but right now your thoughts wander to a different reason for using the knife. Your brain fills itself with dark thoughts, darkness fully covering up the light you managed to create in your brain before. Your hand grabs the knife handle, lifting the sharp small knife and inspecting the sharpness by sliding your finger over it.

Your breath starts breaking it’s usual calm breathing pattern, blood rushing to your brain while you do the one thing you had told yourself never to do again. It hurts, it hurts to feel the wounds you created, it hurts to feel the blood gush out of them.. But nothing hurts more than your brain punishing you for just trying your best. The blood drips down onto the floor, painting the floor with the red drops of despair and sadness. What do you do now? Yet panic is the last thing you think about as dizziness starts to overtake your body instead. You drop the knife, shaking uncontrollable as reality starts to hit you slowly. Quickly you grab the table to stay stable. ‘What do I do now? Is this the end?’ You think to yourself. You didn’t even hear Scara opening and closing the front door and calling out to you. The last thing you see are his eyes filled with shock and disbelief and the flowers he had promised to bring along falling on the ground, before you passed out from the blood loss.

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Before you could fall on the ground, Scara catches you and slowly drops you down to the floor with him. His eyes tear up, not being able to know how to reply to the image he sees before him. The person he loves is unconcious in his arms, bleeding like crazy.

‘what do I do what do I do what do I do?!’ He starts to panic. Why did you never tell him about your relapsing?! He wouldn’t have left otherwise.. “This is all my fault..” Tears fall down and drop onto your cheek. Immediately he thinks he lost you, thinking you died in his arms and he couldn’t do anything about it. But then the moment he sees your chest still rising and falling, is the moment he lifts you up and carefully brings you to bed. He has to do everything now to keep you alive and he’s willing to sacrifice anything. He stops the bleeding, getting it all over himself and the bed but he really doesn’t care. Then he bandages the wounds and keeps a very close eye to you while waiting for you to wake up.

“Please.. just wake up.”

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The moment you open your eyes, you’re met with your lovers eyes. His eyes still teary and his cheeks still damp from the amount of tears he cried out while waiting for you to wake up. You wanted to speak to him, you wanted to apologize, you wanted to tell him that it’s not his fault, but he started speaking first. “Are you dumb?! Why didn’t you tell me you were relapsing?! I wouldn’t have left! This is all my fault.. You scared me! I thought I lost you!” Tears fell down his eyes again, showing you a vulnerable state he always wants to hide from others. You watch him hesitantly reach out for your hand, you eventually grab his hand the moment he got close enough to yours. “I might not say it a lot but I do love you.. I don’t.. want to lose you.”

You didn’t think it would hurt him so much to see you like this, but you can clearly feel him tremble a bit. “You.. were scared of losing me?” You hear him curse under his breath before giving your hand and soft squeeze. “Yes! Why wouldn’t I?!” He answers, his voice having a slight tremble as well.

“I’m sorry Kuni. It’s not your fault, please-“

“I love you.” He cut you off.

You open your mouth again to say something but instead you decide to shut your mouth instead. You watch him get up and soon enough you feel him softly press a kiss against your forehead. “I’ll get you some more help, I don’t think I bandaged you up very well. Take rest.” He let’s go of your hand and showed you a small smile. You simply nod before opening your mouth again to speak. “I love you too, Kuni..”

“I know you do. Now shut up and sleep, you’ll feel better soon I promise.”

Thank you for reading, I'll always be here if you need someone to talk to <3

Much love,

Angel

Made on: 15-03-2023

[codfanficedits]

One fucking mistake - Part five

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x fem!Reader.

Summary: Simon lost you after making a mistake on a mission.

Wordcount: 1025 | Rating: E (18+ only!)

Warnings: cussing, swearing, grieving, angst with no comfort, conversation, blaming, funeral, therapist.

A/N: Part four!

Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~ Part 4 ~ AO3 Link

It is the worst day of Simon’s life. The flowers, the suit he is wearing, the people surrounding them. He had dreamed of the day this would happen, but you wouldn’t be gone, you’d be getting ready to marry him, and by God, every time he thinks his heart is ripped out of his chest, the claws of life dig deeper and rip out the remaining pieces of his love. And he catches himself looking for you, even though he knows you won’t arrive.

But his love for you is still inside of him, and he carries you wherever he goes.

Simon knows he has to speak, his final act of love towards you. You deserve it, even though your body is not here, you deserve to get a proper burial. But it’s hard, too hard. The worst part of that love is that he remembers it, walking around everyday thinking that he is going to die in the universe that you loved him in.

He clears his throat, heads snapping into his direction as he tries to brace himself. It’s easier to treat this as a mission. Saying what he needs to say, keep his voice from breaking and getting out.

His eyes shift to the empty casket on the left, and without his permission his vision starts to get blurry and his goddamn heart starts to ache again. God, God, God. How he wished the two of you could’ve met as kids, because he knew you would’ve loved the softer version of him.

Simon looks down at the paper before him, the little speech he wrote to honour you, but he can’t read it through his tears, so he has to speak the words from his heart.

“Since you happened, I’ve never been the same.” Off to a great start.

“I don’t know what’s more tragic, that I keep looking for you wherever I go. Or that you’re never there, and I promise you, someday, somewhere, we’ll be together again.” Fuck, he can’t keep his voice from breaking.

“Whiskey was easier to swallow than the fact that you aren’t coming back.” He is becoming a mess, for all to see. His feelings on display as if it were in a museum. “I’ve learned that I can drink too much and forget the night before. But I’ve learned I can’t drink enough to forget the people I’ve loved and lost.”

A sob interrupts his speech.

“I don’t know what to say to you, except that it tore the heart out of my body saying goodbye to you.”

He has to get out, he needs to breathe fresh air, he wants the grief in him to be replaced by the scent of fresh flowers and sunshine. Who knew losing his lover could turn a hardened soldier into a sobbing mess?

Someone hugs him, but he is too far gone to even register it. Those same arms, same hands guide him to his seat, and his mind is empty when he listens to the rest of the wake.

And now he is sitting in a comfortable chair, a therapist in front of him. Simon still doesn’t know why he accepted it. After all, he still believes that he should suffer from what he has done to you. If you didn’t deserve to live, why would he?

He filters out her voice as he concentrates to the ticking noise of the clock. These appointments feel like a waste of his time. But so does rotting in bed, so he keeps telling himself you would’ve wanted this for him, for him to seek the help he doesn’t feel he deserves.

71 days. The last time he saw you was 71 days. And for those 71 days he feels like an empty shell of an human. And the worst part? Your shirts no longer smell like you, he had to throw out your leftovers, the mold covering the food you had prepared, but he had tried to cling on to it for as long as he could.

71 days, and your voice is a mere memory, it sounds different on the video’s he has from you, and he is ashamed that he can’t remember the real sound anymore.

What would you think of him? God he hopes you can’t see him from the afterlife like this, a goddamn mess, the last time he took a shower must’ve been a week ago, and if he doesn’t go to his therapy session, all he does is, well, nothing. The time he has on this earth is waisted by staring at the wall, hours on end. Just staring, and when his mind is done beating him up for making the mistake of asking you to go on that mission with him, it’s just turned off.

A waste of space, a waste of oxygen, a waste of everything. A pathetic excuse of a human being.

“Simon.” The voice of his therapist snaps him out of it. “Are you okay? I’ve been talking to you for minutes.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” He grumbles.

She doesn’t believe him, he can feel it, and he can’t blame her, after all, most sessions are filled with an awkward silence, he doesn’t want to talk, and she learned that asking her questions gets her nowhere.

His mind wanders to your funeral again, how the empty casket is haunting him, how the nightmares about you being cold, dead and alone are haunting him, how even when he sleeps, he finds no peace from his mistake.

He can hear his therapist sigh, her long nails tapping on the clipboard, and it’s fucking annoying. He wants to tell her about the flashbacks, how he keeps relieving the mission, how he keeps replaying the last minute with you, he wants to, but he can’t. It is his secret, his punishment.

His therapist clears her throat. “Well, our time is up. Is there anything you’d like to discuss before we call it quits?”

“No.”

“Alright, see you again next week then, same time.”

With a scoff he gets up from the chair, ready to go home to embrace the darkness of his bed again.

[dirkspanelcollection]

all pages of pozzol broyer from vast error.... (pwetty pweaseeeee🥺🥺🥺🥺) (you dont know who i am) (please...)

i know who you are edo...... i was gonna do this anyways but since you asked so nicely /j

EVERY PAGE POZZOL BROYER FROM VAST ERROR IS IN

plus dialogue

PART ONE

from page 936

from page 937

from page 947

ELLSEE: ThΣrΣ's no anglΣs¡¡¡¡ Just thΣ full honΣst truth¡¡¡¡¡¡ELLSEE: I don't ΣvΣn know what a liΣ is¡¡¡¡¡¡ELLSEE: WΣ abolishΣd thosΣ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡ ThΣy'rΣ illΣgal now¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡ POZZOL: abolished EH?POZZOL: begging THE pardon OF my INHOSPITABLE intrusionPOZZOL: BUT my POSSE and I have BEEN told DIFFERENTLY

from page 948

ELLSEE: Oh¡¡¡¡ Loving thΣ... sΣvΣrΣd hand¡¡¡¡ Stylish¡¡¡¡¡¡ELLSEE: ΣxtrΣmΣly chic, rΣally cool. POZZOL: went OUT and EARNED it MYSELF in THE name OF the RAWED brothers DOCTRINE

POZZOL: a TROPHY of MY victory AGAINST these SOCIETAL injustices THE unnurtured TRY and STUFF down OUR crusty HAMHOLES

POZZOL: but IT doesnt MEAN too MUCH to ME if YOURE speaking SOME hard TRUTHS or NOT ELLSEE: Right¡¡¡¡ I'm surΣ you havΣ your rΣasons for your... viΣwpoints. POZZOL: so IF abolishment IS on THE two ABOVES table

POZZOL: WHY dont YOU take THIS sweet TIME you HAVE with US to UNPUZZLE a FEW of OUR maddened INQUIRIES about IT ELLSEE: Y-yΣah¡¡¡¡ SurΣ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡ELLSEE: What kind of quΣstions do you havΣ¿¿¿¿ POZZOL: if I were TO ask ONE thing

POZZOL: AND only ONE thing

POZZOL: WELL

POZZOL: i FEEL as THOUGH i SPEAK for THE entire CREED of MY age OLD mirthamaniac HEELS and FACES when I pose ON you THIS

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POZZOL: whats IT gonna LOOK like

POZZOL: WHEN you BLEED

from page 949

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from page 1023

TALALD: wowie zowie!!!!!!!!!!! that whole thing was exhilarating!!!! POZZOL: well I suppose WHEN youre RIGHT you TEND to BE right MISSUS dirty CLAY

from page 1024

TALALD: i cant believe it!!!!!! this is all really working!!!!!! i mean i knew it was going to work but the fact that its still working puts me in stitches!!!! TALALD: i didnt even know what ed meant by reconnaissanceing the stronghold until now, but we should definitely do it again sometime if these are the results!!!!!

POZZOL: and WHAT results THEY decided TO be

POZZOL: FOR a CHANGE i THINK you GOT more THAN one REASON to BE a LITTLE boisterous OVER something TALALD: and youre just happy we had steamed hams in the city and you got to smash that one red guys face into the counter and take his hand arent you????? POZZOL: HE got MY triple DECKER order FENANGLED all OVER the PLACEPOZZOL: was THE only FAIR trade OFF if YOURE asking ME TALALD: he didnt work there though!!!! our food materializes through the power of automated paste science thingies!!!! thats what the sign said :ooo POZZOL: surprised YOU remembered EVEN that MUCH of THE picture

POZZOL: BUT it AINT like WE didnt GET granted A fast PASS out OF the GREASEPAN on BOTH occasions

POZZOL: MADE me EXPEL a FEW wasted GRACES on OUR sour LIFEBOUND soulfriend BUT i NEVER once DOUBTED your EXCEPTIONAL guesstimation SKILLS

POZZOL: least NOW shes GOT something TO chew ON until OUR joint PROPHECY gnaws AT her TALALD: big als real good at keeping things in check!!! TALALD: wed have been pancaked just like that guys face if he hadnt zooped us out of there!!! heehee!!!!!! POZZOL: WHY dont YOU go ON and TAKE your VERBAL jingle OVER yonder TO ring THEM in FOR us TALALD: are we really good??? did we really really really really really make it without tripping in our skipping?!?!?!?! POZZOL: SEEMS more THAN solid WERE you TO be GETTING my SENSE of IT all

from page 1025

POZZOL: LETS bring ON the CAVALRY

from page 1032

NEILNA: |yo|ringleader| POZZOL: lay IT on ME strongarm

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POZZOL: looks LIKE she PUT up QUITE the SCUFFLE amongst YOU KEIKSI: She doesn't re@lly listen to re@son, sir!! KEIKSI: I me@n, you told us th@t if she disobeys we should pin her down... right? @A@ POZZOL: i SUPPOSE that WAS indeed THE case WASNT it

POZZOL: QUITE the TASK to ASK of YOU two ALL things CONSIDERING

POZZOL: now BACK to YOUR stations BOTH of YOU

POZZOL: i WANT all ENTRANCES on FULL lockdown FOR this ONE you HEAR

POZZOL: if I find ANOTHER regulator HIDING in WAIT to LET more MATCH picks LOOSE then ITS bound TO be YOU and ME after THE juniors BOUT NEILNA: |what about|her boss| POZZOL: she AINT your FUCKING problem

POZZOL: THIS is ON me NEILNA: |aight then|we'll bounce|

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from page 1035

POZZOL: YOU got DRY eyes THIS time YOUNGBLOOD

POZZOL: guess YOU know BETTER by NOW

POZZOL: or MAYBE you ONLY understand WHAT pains TAUGHT you TO avoid

from page 1036

POZZOL: SO why DONT you TELL me

POZZOL: TO what ENDS do YOU believe THAT running DOES your HIDE any GOOD here

POZZOL: YOU cant BE thinking THAT youd JUST scurry ON up AND leave US TAZ: ~...~ POZZOL: GUESS you DONT gotta SAY much EITHER way

POZZOL: THERE aint NO marks OF tears STAINING your CHEEKS but TO me THERES a BLEMISH much MORE investing TO witness

POZZOL: THE way YOU hide THE active BLESSING she GRACED you WITH

POZZOL: shame STILL radiates OFF you LIKE a FESTERING ailment YOU cant SHAKE

POZZOL: the SIGIL of THE fortmistress WEIGHS heavy DONT it TAZ: ~please jus+ le+ me go.~

from page 1037

POZZOL: you REALLY think THERES anything WAITING for YOU out THERE kid?

POZZOL: THAT eventually SOMEONE is GONNA end UP dropping WHAT theyre DOING just FOR your SAKE? because THEY think THEY know WHO you ARE?

POZZOL: feel THAT theyll EVER cheer YOUR name THE same WAY we DO in HERE?

POZZOL: there AINT nothing UNCONDITIONAL like THAT beyond THESE here RINGS freshmeat

from page 1038

POZZOL: YOURE only ACCEPTED so LONG as YOURE placated AND restrained POZZOL: YOU were NOT made FOR them POZZOL: THE bountiful AND the UNGRATEFUL POZZOL: you DONT fit THIS carbon COPY mold THE folks UP in THE big TOP wanted YOU squeezed IN from THE second YOU popped OUTTA the REDUPLICATOR POZZOL: the FORTMISTRESS? she ENSURED you HAD a PLACE where YOU belonged POZZOL: SHE handcrafted YOUR name AND made DAMN sure YOU had SOMEPLACE to GO POZZOL: lotta GOOD people INCLUDING myself MADE sure HER will WAS carried OUT POZZOL: if THEY hadnt GIVEN you OVER we WOULDVE laid WASTE to THAT faux SHELTER they THINK amasses ANYTHING close TO the UTOPIA this PLANET used TO be POZZOL: ALL for HER word POZZOL: ALL for YOU tazsia POZZOL: YOURE this WORLDS heel POZZOL: THE folks WANDERING about OUT there WITH their THINKSTUBS so FAR up THEIR own BACKEND wont SEE who YOU really ARE POZZOL: they CANT comprehend YOUR purpose AND they SHOULDNT try TO POZZOL: you WERE made TO be FEARED POZZOL: so WHY are YOU so AFRAID of WHO you REALLY are? POZZOL: ANSWER that FOR me WHENEVER you FIGURE it OUT POZZOL: and DONT worry POZZOL: IM a PATIENT man TAZ: ~...~

from page 1039

POZZOL: FOR now YOU have A gauntlet TO run THROUGH POZZOL: easy PICKINGS for THE fortraiser TO be POZZOL: YKNOW i REALLY dont LIKE to INFLATE the WHOLE situation POZZOL: BUT youre ACTUALLY so FUCKING lucky POZZOL: THERE was A life PLAN set OUT for YOU from THE start POZZOL: YOU didnt EVEN have TO figure OUT the TRUTH on YOUR lonesome POZZOL: WISH i HAD a SITUATION like YOURS growing UP POZZOL: took ME far TOO long TO get IT POZZOL: deadlock LAID the GROUNDWORK all DOWN for YOU to RISE up POZZOL: FOLLOW the RIGHT steps AND wipe SOME nasty LOWBLOODED soul SAP off YOUR face POZZOL: AND you GOT it MADE POZZOL: loyalty TO the CAUSE is ALL it TAKES POZZOL: you SHOULD be HAPPY TAZ: ~wha+ if i don+ wan+ +o be~ POZZOL: begging YOUR illmade PARDON TAZ: ~wha+ if +his isn+ wha+ i wan+~ TAZ: ~wha+ if i +ry +o run again~ POZZOL: then THATS gonna BE your PROBLEM POZZOL: ive BEEN very UNDERSTANDING so FAR tazsia POZZOL: BUT you REALLY think THIS is ABOUT what YOU want INSTEAD of WHAT this PLACE needs? POZZOL: YOUR ancestor FIGURED that SHIT out BECAUSE she HAD people LIKE me AROUND her TO keep EVERYONE in LINE POZZOL: and IF you KEEP this LITTLE rebellious STREAK of YOURS up AND going FOR very LONG POZZOL: if YOU dare TO defy HER wishes

from page 1040

POZZOL: THEN you CAN expect TO have SOME goddamn SENSE beaten INTO you REAL quick

POZZOL: OR youre GONNA die A disappointment

POZZOL: EITHER way IS fine BY me

from page 1050

POZZOL: its RARE form TO see YOU so LOST in THOUGHT during THE sport

POZZOL: MAKES one WONDER if YOUR heart IS really INTO all THE carnage VILCUS

from page 1051

VILCUS: 〈« far as i'm concerned, our hearts have always been in different places. »〉

POZZOL: befitting OF an ELDER brother

POZZOL: LESS so OF a CURRENT speaker

VILCUS: 〈« you're sayin' that as though you'd ever let me speak as i pleased. »〉

POZZOL: IT does US all A load OF good WHEN you STICK to THE assigned SCRIPT

POZZOL: as ONE might BE able TO misconstrue INTENTIONS otherwise

POZZOL: MY thoughts ON the MATTER are IMPARTIAL

VILCUS: 〈« so i've heard. »〉

POZZOL: and SO youd HEAR even BETTER if YOU bit YOUR tongue WHEN necessary

VILCUS: 〈« 'nd what's your angle with that, then? »〉

POZZOL: A simple SMATTERING of INTRIGUE sauced UP with A little EXTRA musing

POZZOL: VAGUELY wondering AS to WHAT exactly MIGHT not HAVE interested YOU in TONIGHTS set

POZZOL: SOME of THESE small BLESSINGS are GOING to BECOME genuine ARTICLES within THE next COUPLE of SWEEPS

POZZOL: the LITTLE poemme PERFORMED admirably AND snagged MORE than A fistful OF trophies

POZZOL: AND yet WHEN you LOOK at HER your VOICE rings HOLLOW

POZZOL: even AS the CROWD bursts WITH the ADRENALINE you SHOOT up INTO their SPIRITS

POZZOL: whenever YOUR eyes LAND on HER i CAN feel THE chucklevoodoo FADING

POZZOL: why IS that

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POZZOL: SECRETS only EVER last FOR so LONG vilcus POZZOL: YOURS lasted A healthy TWO sweeps POZZOL: IT impresses ME still POZZOL: I wonder WHAT it WAS that YOU told HER POZZOL: what YOU pawned OFF under YOUR two-faced GUISE of TRUTH POZZOL: in FULL honesty AT first MY instinct WASNT to PUNISH you POZZOL: IT was SIMPLY to FIND out WHY from HER POZZOL: why TO this DAY she STILLS feels THAT others WILL liberate HER

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from page 1060

POZZOL: but THEN i DID a LITTLE digging

POZZOL: AND it CHANGED my PERSPECTIVE

POZZOL: granted THAT in THE end A day LIKE this WAS always BOUND to COME

POZZOL: i NOTICED you WERE lacking WILL from THE moment I stepped UNDER the RIGID carny TEETH that WELCOMES us ALL

POZZOL: and IT aint LIKE its HER fault THAT you GAVE her IDEAS which FURTHER warped HER already DENTED sensibilities

POZZOL: THAT she COULD ever FIND common GROUND with SOME garish OFF shade OF bronze

POZZOL: BUT it TURNS out THAT you WERE never REALLY all TALK all THE time WITH no BITE like I once THOUGHT

POZZOL: you REALLY believed EVERY single WORD that YOU said DIDNT you

POZZOL: AND not ONLY that

POZZOL: YOU carried IT out IN practice

POZZOL: RENEWING your SKIN vows WITH a RUSTIE who NEVER even KNEW your TRUE squandered COLORS

POZZOL: shouldve SEEN the LOOK on HIS face WHEN we BUSTED down THE door

POZZOL: THE sweat AND tears POURING down HIS cheeks

POZZOL: THE way HIS heart ALMOST burst

POZZOL: BEFORE i BURST his CHEST open FOR him VILCUS: 〈« FUCK YOU. »〉 POZZOL: I want TO remember THIS

POZZOL: and I want YOU to REMEMBER it TOO VILCUS: 〈« SO, WHAT? I COMMIT THIS "SIN" YOU FIND SO EGREGIOUS AND YOU WON'T EVEN FUCKING KILL ME LIKE I KNOW YOU'VE ALWAYS WANTED? »〉 VILCUS: 〈« YOU FUCKING COWARD. »〉 POZZOL: i DONT need TO do ANYTHING

POZZOL: by THE time YOU step OUT of HERE

POZZOL: their BLOOD and YOUR face WILL be DOING all OF the TALKING for ME

POZZOL: the OTHERS will DECIDE your FATE past THAT

POZZOL: its OF no CONSEQUENCE to ME

POZZOL: ive ALREADY relished IN the SMALL drops OF satisfaction YOU allowed ME to HAVE during OUR acquaintance

from page 1061

POZZOL: IF only MOMENTS like THESE lasted A little LONGERPOZZOL: right BROTHER?

from page 1065

POZZOL: IM genuinely IMPRESSED with YOUR drive TO act IN this SITUATION

POZZOL: to COME to ME after WHATS all SAID and DONE

POZZOL: announcing THAT youre WILLING to TAKE on EVERYTHING theyve SO distastefully ACCRUED in THEIR stead

POZZOL: TO be FEELING that THIS is A burden I would LET you BEAR just BECAUSE you MADE some GRAND gesture OF ill FITTED loyalty TAZ: ~I+'s a par+ of +he code.~ TAZ: ~You +augh+ me how +his works.~ TAZ: ~+he only way +o absolve +he sins of one associa+ed wi+h +he dark congrega+ion is +o wash i+ away in blood.~ TAZ: ~Be i+ in a +ransferral of +heir vice or in +heir dea+h.~ TAZ: ~+ha+'s +he only way you can be freed from +his place.~ TAZ: ~And +hey're gone.~ TAZ: ~+heir blood is lingering on my fucking skin.~ TAZ: ~+ha+'s +he impuri+y you feel so s+rongly abou+.~ TAZ: ~Bu+ i+'s MINE now.~ TAZ: ~+hose are +he rules.~ POZZOL: LEMME go AHEAD and TELL you SOMETHING for POSTERITY

POZZOL: the THING about RULES is THAT they AINT what SOME would CALL ironclad

POZZOL: RULES only STAY in PLACE as LONG as THERES a SILENT majority WILLING to FOLLOW them

POZZOL: OR someone UPTOP whos INVESTED in PRACTICING a BOUT of ENFORCING

POZZOL: you FOLLOWING?

POZZOL: ill GIVE it THAT you GOT a WIDE set OF pheromonal SACKS to STEP up TO me AND try TO sell A couple CRISPY licks IN my DIRECTION

POZZOL: got ME to LISTEN to SOMETHING i REALLY have NO business IN hearing OUT

POZZOL: the WHOLE ordeal IS veryPOZZOL: CUTE

POZZOL: for LACKING in OTHER words TO describe HOW this IS all SHAKING down RIGHT in FRONT of MY eyesPOZZOL: BUT the ONLY thing KEEPING me AWAY from YOU

POZZOL: from THEM

POZZOL: and FROM your LITTLE bronzeblooded BOYTOY

POZZOL: is MY own RESTRAINT

POZZOL: i RESPECT the FACT that YOU actually FELT strongly ABOUT something FOR once AND stood YOUR ground THOUGH

POZZOL: and WITH such CREATIVITY tooPOZZOL: SO alrightPOZZOL: IF you WANNA talk RULES

POZZOL: lets SET a FEW up AS a BASELINE

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POZZOL: you WANNA get OUT of HERE so BAD?

POZZOL: then YOU earn IT like EVERYONE else

POZZOL: YOU go PRO

POZZOL: when WE call YOU come RUNNING

POZZOL: when WE say JUMP you ASK on WHOS head

POZZOL: WHEN we GIVE you SOME poor FUCK we WANT gone FROM this PLANET you DISPOSE of THEM TAZ: ~So...~ TAZ: ~every+hing I've already been doing, +hen?~ TAZ: ~If +his is a deal, I don'+ really unders+and wha+ you ge+ ou+ of i+.~ POZZOL: i DONT always HAVE to GET something MATERIAL to FEEL content IN my ACTIONS

POZZOL: sometimes THE knowledge OF the SITUATION is ENOUGH to KEEP ones INTEREST alivePOZZOL: AND i LIKE knowing THAT even WHEN youre OUT of SIGHT

POZZOL: you STILL belong HERE TAZ: ~Are +hose your only +erms?~ TAZ: ~You won'+ do any+hing else so long as I'm s+ill chained +o +he sec+?~ POZZOL: i SHOULDNT have TO do ANYTHING else

POZZOL: BECAUSE what ALL of THIS shows ME

POZZOL: is WHAT makes YOU scaredPOZZOL: WHAT keeps YOU from YOUR true POTENTIAL

POZZOL: your HEATHEN mentor ACTUALLY taught ME a LITTLE something TOO over THE course OF all THIS insubordination AND tall TALK

POZZOL: its THAT whenever YOU think SOMETHING can LAST forever

POZZOL: IT always ENDS up RUINED by THOSE who WANT it THE most

POZZOL: SO why ARE you SO willing TO fight FOR that?

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POZZOL: what I would LIKE to BE getting IS your REPORT on THE situation

POZZOL: HOW did YOU tango WITH that MEGAPHONE mouthed MUTANTBLOOD TALALD: i did just what you asked!!! TALALD: sure enough my lil bopper has put him to rest!!! TALALD: he's going to be sleeping like a little grub swaddled in osmosis goo!!! TALALD: all nice and tuckered out :))) POZZOL: youPOZZOL: WERE supposed TO kill HIM TALALD: huh????? POZZOL: bitch AM i RIGHT up AND standing BEFORE you WRITING out VOCAL passages IN pretext

POZZOL: I told YOU to FUCKING slaughter HIM TALALD: hmmmmmm nope! i dont think you did!! TALALD: i think i would have known what you meant if you were using a secret code!!! im the one who actually memorized the signals yknow pozzy puff! TALALD: tap means bitty bopper! rest means lil bopper! play means big bopper! TALALD: kill isnt even a real word probably!!! TALALD: you and your crew have such a weird way of talking about really simple stuff!

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[rowaelinsdaughter]

FEYSAND'S WEDDING

Hi everybody!!! This is my first time writing something and i couldnt resist it, so i write their wedding based on the new comic. sorry if there is any mistake. I have tried my best, hope you enjoy it

word count: 1025

The sheets hugged Feyre's body, despite what they had to face the next morning, the dream was stronger than the anguish and fear.

She turned her body, seeking Rhys's warmth, reaching out a hand to find it empty, though the place was still warm, it couldn't have been long gone. He got up and searched the room for any sign that he was there. Nothing.

“Rhys, Can I know where you are?"

His only response was a wave of affection down the bond, just as she was about to get up, he appeared from wherever he had been. In his hands was a bluish-white dress, decorated with stars, a veil that reminded her of Starfall. And on top of the pile of cloth, a crown of stars shone with its own light.

She pushed the sheets aside, got up, and walked over to a grinning Rhys.

"Can you tell where you've been? And what is this for?”

It was just at that moment, when she approached him, that she realized that he had also fixed himself. He was wearing his usual black suit with silver embroidery, a few buttons open exposing his tattooed chest, his usual black cape and a crown on top of his arranged hair.

"I need you to put this on," he told her, holding out the clothes for her.

She raised an eyebrow. "And what are we going to do, exactly?" She answered while picking up the clothes.

He just lifted the corner of his lip a little, forming his typical flirtatious smile, and nodded for her to go to the bathroom.

She rolled her eyes and went inside.

The dress was perfect in every sense of the word. Fitting high to her torso and arms, from the waist, the dress cascaded to the floor. She put on a little makeup, put on the veil, some shoes to match the dress and the crown on top. When she finished, she left the bathroom.

Right now Rhys was adjusting his jacket in the mirror. He turned around to look at her and stood where he was. His eyes widened and looked her up and down. One. two. Three times.

He approached her. Reaching up, he brushed his knuckles gently up her cheek, resting his palm on it and brushing his thumb over her cheekbone.

"You are exquisite"

She opened her mouth to answer him and Rhys transported them away.

When the mist of darkness and stars dissipated, she opened his mouth again. They were in a dimly lit temple. Tapestries with the insignia of the Night Court decorated the walls, and a glass window in the ceiling revealed the stars. At the end of the room, a priestess was waiting for them.

Feyre turned to Rhys. "Rhys, what are we doing here?"

He walked over to her, took her hands, and said, “Feyre, darling. You are going to be high lady”.

"What?"

“The priestess will also officiate at our mating bond. She's going to marry us"

"But Rhys…" She swallowed.

“No Feyre, you are perfect for the position. Strong, brave, noble and with a good heart”.

Feyre looked up at him and realized in that moment that she wanted this, he wanted this from the bottom of his heart. He wanted to share with her his territory, his city. He wanted to do everything with her. At that moment all doubts were dispelled and she only had one word on her mind.

Yes.

And as if reading her thoughts, Rhys smiled and, nodding to the priestess, she began:

“We stand here before the stars and the mother's eyes to officiate your wedding and consecrate Feyre Archeron as High Lady of the Night Court. First we will start your wedding. Rhysand, in the mother's eyes, do you accept Feyre Archeron as your mate? Do you agree to take care of her and love her until the mother calls you to meet her?”

Tears filled Rhys's eyes, and in a voice heavy with love, he said, “I accept Feyre Archeron as my mate. I agree to take care of her and love her until the mother calls me."

"Even beyond death, I will love you"

Feyre smiled at that. The priestess turned to her and repeated the same question: “Feyre Archeron, in the eyes of the mother, do you accept Rhysand as your mate? Do you agree to take care of him and love him until the mother calls you to meet her?”

Looking Rhys in the eye, she replied, “I accept Rhysand as my mate. I agree to take care of him and love him, until the mother calls me.”

At this, the bond shone so brightly that even the stars in the sky had nothing to do.

"Now we will swear you in as High Lady."

Rhys took his right hand, and his eyes glittered as if the galaxy had found refuge in them.

“Feyre Archeron, do you swear to protect and care for this territory and its people? Do you swear to love them, respect them and dedicate yourself to it in body and soul?

With a voice charged with emotion, she replied: “I swear to protect and care for this territory and its people. I swear to love them, respect them and dedicate myself to it body and soul.

A silver line formed in Rhys's eyes. Their hands were still linked, and Feyre's eyes sparkled with emotion and love.

"So be it" The priestess took a lasso and tied their hands, a dim light appeared and a tattoo just like the one on her left hand appeared on Feyre's right hand. “You are now bound together, your lives and souls joined in a union of eternal love. May the mother's blessings shine upon you, High Lord and High Lady."

Rhys approached Feyre, raised his hand and caressed her cheek with such tenderness that a tear escaped from her eyes.

"My Feyre, darling..." Rhys started to cry and Feyre caressed his cheek. "I love you"

The hand that held Feyre's cheek moved down to cradle his neck and jaw, and Feyre's hand moved up to his neck and pulled him close, pressing their lips together, sealing a pledge of undying love.

“Even when we are a whisper of existence among the stars”

inspiration: artcraawl comissioned by @yazthebookish

𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒅 ©𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒅𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓. 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒚 / 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌. 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒚 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆.

[underburningstars]

darlin, i'm falling 31

for @jegulus-microfic prompt takeout, wc 1025, violence, death, mcd, suicide

James is ordered to takeout anyone who gets in his way or tries to cause problems during the raid. So that’s what he does. He is under a disillusionment charm that only affects Sirius, Remus, and Regulus. The rest of the gang members can see his betrayal in plain sight. 

And they’re angry with him. They attack and hurt him more and try their best to kill him. It’s painful. Because only a day ago, they were family.

James kills them all and does his best not to feel anything. He’ll have time for breakdowns later. One fight is particularly rough. James knows her. Her name is Jennifer. She had invited them all to her house once. James had played Mario Kart with her kids. He had laughed with her husband. 

She had told him that he reminded her of her brother, who had passed away a long time ago. 

It feels like losing a limb, killing her. He thinks of the kids who don’t have a mother anymore. A husband who has lost the love of his life. Suddenly, his wand flies out of hand, and he turns around to see who took it.

He immediately freezes. 

Regulus is standing there, looking at James like he hasn’t seen anything more horrifying in his life. James realises with a rush of dread that the disillusionment charm must've fallen during the fight. None of them say anything for the longest time. 

Then, Regulus whispers, in a broken voice, “You used me.”

James feels his soul quiver. It hurts. The helplessness in Regulus’ voice, the pain in his eyes, the tremble in his hands. Everything hurts. James knows there is no point in lying. That’ll only make things worse.

“Yes,” He says, as softly as he can. Regulus’ expression crumples even more, if that’s possible, and James panics. He tries to think of ways to make it better somehow, his alarmed mind not understanding that he can’t, “I’m sorry. Please, I’m an asshole and–and an idiot, but–but I won’t do it again. Reg…Reg, please, I love you,” James takes a step towards Regulus, but he flinches so violently that James doesn’t dare move another muscle. His eyes well up, and he bites his lips against a whimper. 

Regulus has wonderful eyes, grey with hints of green in them. They’re beautiful, like the rest of him, and James loves them, like he loves everything about him. Right now, James is seeing all light vanish from those eyes. It scares him, reminds him of the time when he first met Regulus, and he was someone who didn’t smile much, who wasn't happy and who didn’t see the joy in being alive.

“Reg…” James mumbles. His whole body is trembling. He’s scared. Something terrible is about to happen, and he’s so, so scared. 

Regulus’ fingers tighten around the wand in his hands, and James’ stomach twists sharply. Before he can even think of something to say or do, Regulus lifts his wand. He doesn’t hex James. He knew he wouldn’t. James tenses. He reaches out to Regulus, though it’s late. He messed up. God, he messed up so badly. 

Instead, he points the wand at himself, and the green light of the damned spell is spilling out of it. James runs to Regulus even though he knows that it’s futile. 

James holds Regulus’ limp body before he crumples to the ground. He kneels down on the floor with shaky limbs and just…looks at Regulus. 

James can’t breathe. He can’t move, he can’t speak, he can’t do anything. Regulus’ body is still warm under his hands. So maybe…maybe–just, he could—

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

The first sob wrecks out of him. And then James can’t stop at all. He looks down at Regulus, at his pale cheeks, chapped lips, closed eyes, dark curls. He’s beautiful. Even in death, he’s beautiful. James leans his forehead against Regulus’. His skin is turning cold and James clutches at him tighter. He can’t let Regulus go. Please, not him. Anything but him. 

James brings Regulus’ head to the crook of his neck and rocks their boy gently. He never thought about it. Losing Regulus. Even when everything was falling apart and James was torn about what to do, he didn’t think he would lose Regulus. 

The worst he could think of was Regulus hating him. But he will take Regulus hating him over this any day.

James buries his face in Regulus’ hair and doesn’t care about the sound of his wails. He can’t bring himself to care about being too loud and someone finding them like this. It hurts so much that James thinks that he’s dying. But he’s not. Because dying would feel better than what holding Regulus’ dead body feels like. 

He hears rushed footsteps coming towards the room. By now, he’s sure everyone knows that he’s the traitor. He should run. Hide. but he can’t let go of Regulus. 

Then the footsteps stop right outside the room. He reluctantly lifts his head. Sirius is standing there. His eyes fixed on Regulus, expression crestfallen. Then he looks at James and thinks of explaining himself. Of telling Sirius that he didn’t, that he could never, in a million years, hurt Regulus. 

He doesn’t need to. Sirius sees him and knows. His pained eyes harden and he looks at James with such vicious hatred that James thinks that he might kill him. And James…he is relieved. Because death is easier. Death is much better than to continue living and death means being near Regulus again. 

But Sirius doesn’t even lift his wand. Rather, he says, “You’re gonna live,” James shakes his head with a cry. “No, you don’t get to get out of this. You’re gonna live with his death and you’re gonna carry it with you for the rest of your existence.” Sirius is crying too. Tears fall from his eyes, his body is shaking and he’s breathing too fast. He walks up to them and kneels. He whispers, in an empty voice, “You’re the worst thing that ever happened to him.”

And James knows.

He knows, he knows, he knows. 

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[cinnbar-bun]

Peaceful Rest

Pairing: Marth x Alear/Reader

Rating: G

Words: 1025

Summary: It has been many years since they had fallen asleep. Marth continues to wait for them, hoping to be reunited with them again. He thinks of them and muses on their relationship. The best he can do for them right now is comfort them to the best of his abilities.

Notes: No major spoilers, nothing crazy at all just Marth wanting them to wake up. It's GN, they're not named, and no physical descriptions of their body is written, so feel free to imagine you, Alear, or your OC if you want. Marth for real the true relationship in Engage lmao.

Can be found on my AO3 right here!

Marth doesn’t know how to comfort them as they rest. He thinks of all the things they had gone through and the incredible pain they had suffered. 

Normally, one would complain about being stuck in this situation, but Marth was a gracious man. He did his best to see the good in everyone and everything, regardless of what was going on. 

He knew they would miss many years of their life, and, admittedly, he too lost track of how many years he had been waiting for them to wake up once more. But that was alright. He had grown to care for and enjoy their company from when they were awake. Even now, their bond was still close enough for him to want to make them feel better. 

Here, he was close enough to notice their brows twitching slightly, as well as a small frown on their face. A sign they were troubled in their sleep. While it was unbecoming of someone of his ranking, he cast that notion aside and stretched his hand to lightly caress their head. 

Marth honestly didn’t know if they could even feel him like that, but their face softened considerably. He assumed that even as a spirit, their bond made their connection more physical than what would have previously allowed. 

With all these assumptions and unsure thoughts in his head, he began to speak again to their dreaming form. He called out their name, like one does to a friend. Or, perhaps, something closer? He hadn’t figured that out yet. All he could know was that he yearned for them to wake up and open their eyes. 

“I wonder what you dream about,” he thoughtfully says. “Do you dream of your memories? Do you dream of the future? Why do you look so afraid of what you see?” 

Well, he has an inkling of an idea why that is, but he wants to confirm it only through their words. 

“Am I there, too? I know, it’s selfish of me to ask, but I wonder if you think of me by your side.” 

He sighs and continues to stroke their head. They remain as still as a statue to his questions. 

“It’s a beautiful evening outside. I think you would have loved it. The stars are just coming out and the sky is full of color. It… it reminds me of you.” 

No response. No movement. 

He’s used to it by now. But he won’t give up no matter how long he must wait. 

“Queen Lumera stopped by. She prayed for you to awaken soon and then she introduced the third steward to take care of you. She’s a funny woman but she has an eye for detail. She started arranging flowers for you, saying they’ll ease your worries in your sleep. I think maybe she is right. You look more peaceful than before.” 

He gazes down at their form, that bittersweet emotion rising within him once more. He knows he should let them rest, that he should let them be- but a selfish part of him wants to see them lively again. He would love to train by their side and listen to their voice. 

Gods, how he would give anything to hear them talk again. 

He truly did not understand how he had taken every little thing about them for granted when they were awake. 

Their eyes, their smile, their laugh, the excited lilt in their voice when they saw something sparkly, and the way they would show all their emotions on their face. 

Seeing them so quiet, so unnaturally still, made him realize just how much they had imprinted themself onto his psyche. If there was anyone he wished to defend and fight for again, it would be them. He would single handedly face an army of thousands in order to see their smile one more time. 

He removed his hand from their head and placed it by his own self. He felt so weak in this situation. Here he was, a powerful hero-king who couldn’t even help the one he cared for so dearly. And here he was, a man who had missed the comfort his partner had brought him. 

But he had to steel himself. He couldn’t falter, nor could he give in to despair. He would wait for them as long as he needed to, even if the world would be destroyed by then. He would wait forever and be the first to greet them as a new dawn approached. 

He gently placed his hand over theirs, and recited a quiet prayer that he had heard the other worshippers say when they saw his partner. 

“I hope my words are reaching you. I will always be by your side. I will come running to you the minute you call out my name. Please rely on me again. Because I… I am truly weak without you.” 

A heavy weight was lifted off his shoulders as he continued. 

“I hope your rest is a lovely one. I hope that when you wake up, we can continue to grow even more alongside each other. I hope that I can ease your worries while you are asleep, so you can live the life you truly wanted when you awaken. We made a promise to one another before and I intend to help you achieve all your dreams, if you’ll allow me that chance.” 

He closed his eyes and let out of a quiet breath he didn’t know he was holding. He quietly whispered their name. 

“I will do my best to support you, dear,” he smiled, keeping these intimate feelings brief. There was so much more he wished to say, but he felt it would be wrong to continue when they were unable to respond to him. 

So, just like the many years before, he would wait for them and give them some comfort while they were resting. He would ease their fears and worries, and make way for pleasant dreams for them to think about. He couldn’t wait to hear all about them when they woke up. 

It would be the best day ever, in his eyes.