#just joy joy joy. finally i feel like i have a fraction of an understanding of hsy. it only took... [check the record] 277 chapters

[mondaymelon]

₊⊹ 𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋 ❤︎ | yandere!xiao, childe, scaramouche x gn!reader

art by @/syaden8 on twt!!

⟢ cw: a failed escape attempt from them... yandere, dark themes, petnames, mutilation (xiao, scara), violence, drugging (scara) etc. please proceed with caution! thank you.

⟢ "your order's denial is causing me trial !"

"Ah."

XIAO's lips moved, and it was that single noise that escaped.

For your room lay barren, empty, cold, the harsh winter breeze drafting through the shattered window, the bars covering it having been forcibly bent aside. "It..." For a moment, his body swayed, his own legs unable to support his weight. Then, his balance stabilized, his once by a fraction wider eyes having narrowed. "It seems my songbird has escaped."

Unacceptable. The word repeated in his head, like a mantra, a prayer, resounding within his ears, despite the silence, despite the cold that bit at his skin as he trudged through the snow, his spear at his side. A tiny, devilish voice that tugged on his ears and whispered out tales of his sin.

"Found you."

"N-No- please-" His gaze sharpened in annoyance. Desperate, your voice hoarse and cracking by the syllable, hurling yourself forward one more step, just one more, your bloody, bare feet scraped and bruised. This wasn't right, how come you seemed so distressed?

No, you of course sounded better as his songbird, in a pristine little cage, singing for him, and only him, happy tunes of joy and pleasure.

"...And as a songbird can live with its wings clipped, surely you'll understand if I...?"

The shackles locked tight around your wrists, and your useless, wretched legs, bones shattered by a single blow.

It's an unfortunate predicament, but it's the only way. ❤︎

"Oh, so the chase is on?"

CHILDE shouldn't be laughing, but oh, he was.

It's a twisted sound, with the corners of his mouth distorted upwards in a haphazard smile, his eyes blown as a dark flush of red descended upon his cheeks. "So you've decided to play this little game of cat and mouse. Very well, if that's what you want, darling!"

You aren't making this difficult enough. His keen gaze spots all the traces you've left behind, broken branches, ruffled leaves, a torn piece of the clothing he had gifted you... it's all imbued with your essence, honey sweet on his lips.

Why would you even want to leave him?

It's that thought that makes him pause upon finding you, your trembling form sprawled across the bloodied snow as he stands over you, his own shadow casting you in darkness.

That's right, why would you? He's been nothing but loving. He's catered to your every need, has he not? He's bought this house for you, all the clothes you wear, the food you eat, the bed you sleep in... what right did you have to defy his affections, now that he had made them ever so clear?

If anything, it was insulting.

Oh, but did he truly feel insulted? After all, an offended person wouldn't have taken you like that, wouldn't have knocked you unconscious and wouldn't have carried the delicate you in his arms back to home.

Maybe a better description would be "longing." Longing for your praise, longing for your thanks, longing for the smiles you'd send his way... how come your eyes have faded, since then? It's strange, he's never seen you look so... determined before, not since today.

Ah, but what did it matter?

This puny escape attempt of yours... his tongue tasted bitter.

It wouldn't happen again. He'd make sure of it, so please, don't mind the chains, would you? ❤︎

"They... dare?"

SCARAMOUCHE's expression contorts to one of rage, his brows sharply angled downwards and his violet eyes wide, quivering.

Haha... what a fool he was. He should've been more attentive, how had he not noticed your strange movements? The way you gave him a forced smile everytime he returned home, the way you'd greet him at the door with the dinner you made, and he had finally thought you had accepted his confession all those weeks ago, he finally thought you had gotten used to and started liking your life here, finally thought-

And then he thought nothing at all as his body swayed and fell to the ground. The audacity, to go and dig through his things, to go, find, and use the very drug he had used to bring you home.

By the time he awoke, the house was but a cold expanse, barren of your warmth, and he clenched his fists so tightly, his nails kissed red crescents into his skin that weeped with every flex of his fingers.

"To pull such a parlor trick against me like this... ah, doll. Don't think you'll get away with this leniently."

When he found you, not "if", he'll make sure to reprimand you properly. If breaking your spirit wasn't enough, then he'd have to break your mind too. He's already decided that he'll reshape the pure thing with his own, dirtied hands, into something that will burn only for him.

Surely, a couple missing limbs, here and there, wouldn't obstruct that light, would it now? ❤︎

(a/n) as i said on my sideblog, something about writing for toxic mentally distressed emotionally broken and heavily reliant yandere characters who turn to violence to show their love is. just so. oddly... comforting?? was going to make this longer and then some shitty shit shit went down so. yay. tears.

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[risuola]

VI — YOU HAVE MY HEART // F. READER x TOBIRAMA SENJU

It's so easy to love you and it's even easier to admire how hardworking you are. You trained and became strong, you assisted in creating the ANBU leading the first unit. You were the pride and joy in Tobirama's life, but with all of that came also the fear. The terror of losing you.

contents: not much, it's mostly fluffy. it gets a little steamy towards the end, so reader discretion is advised — 2,5k words

a/n: when I was translating this chapter, I realized that the timeline can be a little blurry, though I tried to make it as clear as possible, but I'll summarize this here quickly: one year has passed since the wedding until the events from chapter V, then one year she was training and working in ANBU and then the mission took another year. so it's three years since they married ❥

POLITICALLY LOVELESS || SERIES MASTERLIST

Sometimes, you felt like you and Tobirama were meant to be. Like this whole arranged, political agreement was planned somewhere by someone who has way more power than you’d think, because even after nearly three years with that man, you still find it difficult to understand how on earth you worked so well when it’s more than clear that you shouldn’t.

There were just too many differences between you and your husband. He’s cold and stoic whilst you are warm and bubbly. Your calmness doesn’t make a fraction of how calm he is, or rather, used to be. You loved to touch him and for his entire life, Senju faltered from physical contact. And yet, all of it changed, when you stepped into his life. A princess from the foreign village, a diamond that was kept in the cage made of gold and luxury, a bird that was yearning for freedom and safety. Tobirama gave you both of these things.

The feelings between you two only solidified after the incident in your homeland. It’s almost two years after the unfortunate chain of events that led the young Senju to leave the negotiations in Konoha to save you from abusive ritual that took place in Yu; a pathetic display of parenting that your father thought was a favor to your husband. After that, and the little time you needed to heal completely with a help of one of the best medics in the leaf village, you had made a decision to go back to training. Ever since you moved, you spent your time learning topography of your new home, befriending people, helping – none of which you put into your own development and it’s only after you were defeated so easily, it got to you that everything that you thought you knew was not even a fraction what you should be able to execute.

That’s why for the months after that, you trained – mostly by yourself, but Tobirama was more than happy to help you anytime he had some spare hours. He found you admirable, the way you wanted to become the best shinobi possible even though there was no need for that. You were excellent even before, the idea of you lacking never crossed his mind and yet you stood up for the challenge and it was in his best interest to help you achieve the goal. You were, after all, his beloved wife, his sunshine, his pride. Quickly, it turned out that on top of all these things, you were quite deadly.

You began taking missions, standing on top of a group consisting of the best ninja from Konoha – ANBU, as Tobirama called it. A set of exceptional individuals, the most skilled ones available. It was a project that Senju wished to finalize, it was meant to provide the village with safety, with the strong asset able to infiltrate, fight and protect and you… You became the leader of it, representing the highest skill of them all and supporting him in establishing the unit.

Tobirama found you incredible, time after time finding himself in awe because of your achievements. There was no such term as impossibility, it seemed, everything he assigned you with, you finished with success, caring about your team well-being and the quality of the process. As much as he felt the endless amount of pride, his heart was also filled with fear. The idea of losing you haunted his dreams anytime you were outside Konoha, dealing with something he himself ordered you. The contradicting feelings weighed heavy on his shoulders – he wished to keep you safe and yet, it was only fair to give you tasks that were relevant to what you were able to do. It would be against his nature to spare you the difficulties, to limit your progress only because of the selfish want of keeping you far from harm. That led him to assigning you with one of the most difficult missions he had to offer.

“I’m gonna be honest with you,” he had told you the day before. You remember him joining you in bed late at night and the way he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you flush to his chest was enough of a hint. You knew him well. “I don’t want you to take that mission,” honest as always, and nervous when he spoke quietly. His roughed-up fingertips were circling little ovals against the delicate skin over your spine, his hand buried underneath the shirt that you used to sleep in.

“I know,” you replied, pressing your lips to his bare chest. Oh, how well you knew him. The moment he gave you the details of the job earlier that day in his office, you already knew how hesitant he was and once you read the description, you understood why. “But it’s gonna be fine, I promise.”

“How can you promise me something like that?” He found his way to your chin, lifting your head up just enough to look you in the eyes. “I know you are strong, you are the most skilled ninja I have, don’t think I’m underestimating you, love. But yet, I can’t help but fear, the idea of you not coming back from that job, from something I send you by my own order… it feels unbearable to think.”

Tobirama wasn’t a man that’s easily scared. In your entire time with him, spending so much time as his wife, you saw him worried at most, only few times so it shook you deeply, seeing his sincere eyes glaring at you in nothing but concern. The soft red shade of them looked straight through your soul, you could feel the way his jaw was tensed when you placed your hand on the side of his handsome face.

“I will come back to you, my lord. I know how dangerous the mission is and I would be lying if I told you that I’m not scared of it. But I also know how important it is, how crucial the data I need to gather is to keep Konoha safe and it is my duty to serve the village. It’s my home, I swore to keep it protected.” Your words were honest, Senju knew that. It was difficult, the hidden leaf stood on the verge of war, it was nearly palpable in the air and the information that you were meant to collect had a power to stop it before the blood of innocents was spilled.

The love you developed to Konoha was something Tobirama couldn’t help but admire in you. Despite it being a foreign land to you, you grew to care of it as if you lived here since the beginning. Truth is, you did feel like you were born in it. What hidden leaf gave you was freedom, was love. It showered you in things that before that, you only silently dreamt about, it was a place that you truly began being yourself, hence why you wished to give it back all of yourself.

“I know you’re gonna do your best. It’s just… I wouldn’t mind standing to fight later if you’d say you don’t want to take the job. I wouldn’t mind giving my life in battle if it could save yours.”

“Your life is too precious to be lost, Tobirama,” you leaned into him just slightly, your lips a breath away from his. “You are needed, you are so incredibly fundamental for this village to function properly, you have no idea. Without you, there would be no Konoha, doesn’t matter how great of a hokage your brother is. You are what makes this place a home to so many people, you are the mind and heart of it, so please don’t say such things.”

“It’s you who have my heart. If I have to risk losing it along with you, how could I be one for the village?” Senju exhaled, closing his eyes for a brief moment before closing the distance and pressing his mouth to yours. A kiss of love that’s indescribable, it bore everything that he was too afraid to word out loud. “Just… come back to me.”

“I will always come back to you, my love.”

The reassurance you gave, although carrying uncertainty, you followed with yet another kiss. The intimacy you shared later that night carried an unspoken goodbye, it was intense and oh so full of passion as if it was the last time you were to be so close.

Early in the morning, you were already gone, heading towards the unknown land where you were meant to spend the next weeks, working undercover. In the morning, Tobirama watched you leave, hating himself for letting you go as the sweet taste of the last kiss you shared still lingered over his lips.

* * *

“Later,” Tobirama groaned, responding to the soft sound of knocking against the wooden doors to his office. He was busy, digging through copious amounts of documents and reports, annoyed to the very core of his existence. His mind was already far in the future, balls deep in the upcoming negotiations that were meant to take place in Konoha in just few days. They were important, the safety of the village depended on the results and Tobirama made it very, very clear that unless the matter is absolutely, death-threatening urgent, he’s unavailable to anyone.

But the knob twisted and despite his objections and rough tone the doors opened and he couldn’t help but scoff. His blood was boiling, his brows creasing and even the deep breath he took, trying to calm down his nerves didn’t help at all. The rage inside of him burned with hellfire, it got him out of his chair, smashing his fist on the desk.

“I said fucking late—” he stopped. The sight of you, standing there in the entrance to his office made his voice catch in his throat. Was he even breathing? He felt like the world faded away, time slowed down and the chaos inside his mind calmed in an instant when his eyes met yours. He couldn’t believe, were you really here? In the last report he’s got from you, the one from a month prior, you wrote that at least twelve weeks will be needed to finalize the job and yet here you were, standing just few meters in front of him. After a year.

“I heard you the first time, my lord,” you chuckled softly, watching how his expression changed from rageful annoyance to surprised confusion. It was a display of emotions you were yet to familiarize yourself with, giving Tobirama’s spare range of expressions. “I was told you’re busy and expecting no one to bother you, but I took the freedom to disobey.”

The Senju stood there, flabbergasted for a little longer before his head dropped. A wave of laughter that shook his body made all of his tension go away. You really were there, he could see you, feel your chakra. After long, twelve months of undercover mission he gave you, the one that required you to stay in Iwagakure, gathering intel of governmental nature you finally got back. You had not seen each other during that time and Tobirama had only received few letters from you, all of which being more like short reports about the mission status rather than lover’s notes. But now, you were here, safe, alive.

“You came back,” he said, his voice so much lighter than what he greeted you with. Tobirama took a second to look at his desk, assessing the piles of documents before he pushed everything to the side. Papers flew off and scrolls unraveled on the floor but he couldn't possibly care less about any of those, when you were here, finally after a year of absence, in a flesh and bones. Being so messy was unlikely of him, you had never met someone more organized than Tobirama, but to him, it was more important to now have you on this desk, rather than documents.

“I promised I’ll come back to you, didn’t I?” You smiled, pushing the doors closed behind you and approaching him, placing the box with all of the reports and information regarding your latest work on the floor, before you circled the furniture, meeting him finally.

“You did,” he replied, finding his way to press his lips to yours. His large hands pulled you closer by the back of your neck and you hooked your arms around his shoulders, burying your fingers in the silver strands of his hair, scratching his scalp gently and causing him to purr into the kiss. It tasted sweet, addicting, with the longing being carried through every movement of his lips and tongue. It was heavy with feelings, breathtaking, nearly suffocating with how much it bore, how many unspoken words, how many worries that were now releasing. Tobirama pulled you towards himself, your body now flush to his own as he made you lean against the edge of his desk. It took no time before you were situated on top of it, with his large frame between your legs and his hands wandering all over the lines of your figure.

Tobirama was hungry. He had no idea how much until he saw you, until he tasted you. You taught him how to love, you opened the world of intimacy and touch to him, you showed him the pleasure of marriage and once you took all of it away, he was lost. The need to have you close was unfulfilled for such a long time where he couldn’t even see you, it left him with the burn of craving inside his chest. He was incomplete without you, unable to focus as much as he would usually do, his mind was wandering to the places where your image was stored.

“I missed you so much, my love,” you whimpered, feeling his lips smearing the wet traces of kisses along your neck and down your throat. At that moment, he was not caring about the marks he was leaving, he wanted to make you his own again. Nothing else mattered, only you, the taste of your mouth, the sweet scent of your skin. He would love to be more romantic, to welcome you with something more appropriate – a nice dinner, some pretty flowers, but being romantic was never his strong suit and frankly, things like bouquets and food were last on his mind, when he had you near his body.

“Love,” he groaned against your pulse, his hands making contact with the bare skin on your sides where he pushed the fabric of your black blouse up. He missed you so damn much. His body longed for your touch, for your skin flush to his, for everything that came with you.

“I thought you were busy, my dearest,” you teased, your voice soft and playful as you run your hand down his stomach. It was risky to do so in his office but he did nothing to prevent you from reaching his manhood and as you did, you stroked him gently through the fabric of his pants. A breath hitched in his chest, your touch burned him with lust, he felt like a fire was consuming him just because you put your touch over him.

“I am,” he muttered, sucking a spot onto your neck, reminding your body to whom it belongs to and you gasped softly at the feeling of his lips against your delicate skin. “God, I’m so damn busy.”

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[gffa]

Sometimes I get defensive about those house decor posts I see going around where people say that the neutral colors/black & white sleek look is "soulless" and they want to bite, kill, rend, and destroy for getting rid of the color in their homes. Setting aside that people should be allowed to do whatever they want in their own homes, let me tell you what "color" means to me: Everything in my life was a different color. Every room had every color crammed into it. Which sounds like, oh, that must have been a pretty rainbow effect! It wasn't, none of these colors were meant to go together, it's a hot pink plastic shoebox set on top of a dark brown folding table holding three wildly different shades of brown hand towels, some cornflower blue notebooks, and orange pens. It's burnt orange shag carpeting in the living room and hallway, with slate blue chairs, and a white tv tray loaded up with bright yellow pill and cornflower blue bottles and pale wood bookshelf next to dark brown folding table next to pine-colored dresser next to medium dark wood nightstand, all of those that fake material with the sticker made to look like wood, not actual wood. It's lime green countertops and dark beige flooring with one faded yellow wall, one off-white wall, and one faded mint green wall. It's a pine wood mimicking kitchen table with gold trim that's a sticker not actual wood, combined with one black rolling chair, one maroon and oak chair (not actual wood), and one gray upholstered chair. It's a robin's egg blue frayed blanket tossed over the red-and-black walker in the corner, which is also loaded up with the dark green and dark blue exercise bands. It's white and beige pieces of paper plopped everywhere. And all of these colors are faded so they're not really even pretty on their own, it's just a mishmash everywhere. All of this together in one house and that's just a fraction of it, it's a constant clashing of colors and, if there was a foot of space against the wall available, it had another dresser, nightstand, or bookshelf shoved into it. I look at some of these colorful homes that people love and I think they're beautiful and I get so much joy out of people in their homes loving their surroundings! But I will never be able to live in that kind of color for myself again without being heartsore about it. I've gone for a neutral palette now that I'm making the design decisions, I'm choosing white walls (admittedly with a little bit of a blue undertone that you only notice when it's picking up other things' colors), black trim, and gray/white/black/brown reclaimed wood flooring. I picked out a gray/white/black comforter to throw over the bed with a black headboard and black + gray pillows. I'm getting some subtle green accents to put in the room, the guest room has been going with a pale yellow theme (to accent the black/white/gray/grown colors), I'm not eschewing color all together, but those bright, overwhelming colors are not what makes my soul sing. Neutral colors are not a soulless choice on my part, it's the first time in my life that I feel like it's finally clean, that I can breathe properly. You could scrub down a room with seafoam and forest green colors and have it so clean you could lick the walls and I would still have to go outside and take a moment to gather myself together if I had to live in it, because for me "color" means messy and I've had an entire lifetime of mess. I love when people put bright orange or bright green on their walls, that rocks and I will come over and genuinely tell you how beautiful it is, because I understand that it makes your soul sing. But understand that, in turn, having sleek, subtle colors makes my soul sing in a way that's just as genuine.

[maybeimamuppet]

this will probably be a very long and dramatic post but i feel the need to speak right now. i’m not gonna try to claim i don’t make my blog political, but i rarely speak to things personally.

i was 15 years old when trump was elected for the first time. i was a sophomore in high school coming off of my first queer relationship and coming to terms with who i was as a person.

i remember being so furious that i was too young to vote. i felt so betrayed by everyone who could and did vote for him. he may not have said it directly, but he may as well have.

people like me were a problem. we need to be solved, and we need to be eliminated.

how could i look some of those people in the eye again, knowing i was just a child and yet they were not only okay with supporting people who wanted me dead, but they wanted it too?

i went to a pretty purple school. we had around 2000 kids, give or take a few hundred. i spent a lot of time in the office, since it was quieter there and i could spend some peaceful time with a smaller group of friends.

the day after trump was elected i remember seeing streams and streams of kids coming in. the nurse’s office was right across the hall. i watched through the huge bulletproof windows as kids of color and visibly queer kids were led in bruised, many of them bleeding, to be patched up before they had to speak to the principal for daring to defend themselves. most of the instigators of these incidents were of one demographic.

and all of them said the same thing.

“trump is president. this is how things are now.”

i remember the terror. i remember feeling that as long as i was in this country i could never truly be me and know i was safe. i remember the distrust i felt, not knowing who felt what. who disagreed with my mere existence. who felt i was an issue for simply daring to have feelings outside the norm, as if i wanted this. i remember the hurt.

i am a cishet passing, white woman, and i felt, however briefly, genuine fear for my life.

and i am incredibly lucky.

i have the “right” skin color. i was raised in the “right” faith. unless i told you, or you really analyzed the way i dress and act, there’s no way to tell i’m queer.

try as i might to understand them, i am so blessed to feel a mere fraction of the terror some of my loved ones are experiencing in this moment.

i remember the hurt and the fear. it is back.

but i remember the strength, too. i remember seeing the way minorities banded together and stood strong in the face of such paralyzing terror and heartache. i was able to hide behind those stronger than me, and some of that safety i had felt before and craved so deeply was back.

i remember when it was finally over. the relief and the joy, although the alternative wasn’t great, a weight had been lifted. i had hope again.

we will be there again. we will be there soon.

we will make it through.

check on your people. even the ones who are less visible in their minority status. check on the women you know. queer folks, trans folks. check on the sick and disabled and mentally ill people you know. effectively, if you know anyone who is of a different race, faith, sex, or sexuality than what they try to insist is the norm, check on them.

we are not okay.

but we will be.

they may have won the election, but they will not win over us.

i know so many feel like they’re completely isolated and alone in their fear and sadness right now, but i promise you you aren’t. there are millions of people across the country and across the world feeling the exact heartache you feel in this moment. and we will make it through if we find those people and keep them with us.

hug your friends. check in. keep each other afloat.

and be gentle with yourselves.

i’m going to go cry and then go to bed because it’s now 6:30 in the morning here.

and then tomorrow i’ll wake up and face this with all of you.

keep hope, my friends.

lots of love,

ezzy

[theonlyren]

Ryme City Sylveon

This is Vivi. He’s my Sylveon partner.

Not enough people talk about the Ryme City Incident.

I don't blame 'em. Hell, Ryme City doesn't wanna talk about the Ryme City Incident. Enough near-world shattering crises happen across all the regions on a semi-annual basis that, honestly, our little spat must have seemed comparatively minor. The bullshit with Chairman Rose and Galar literally happened like not even a year later, and what happened here quickly became history. Doesn't change the fact that I've had to take years of therapy just to get to the point where I'm comfortable talking about it, or at the least blogging about it. So... hey, here we are.

I was a Sylveon.

I'd like to talk about that, at least, in the best way written words can allow.

It lasted maybe ten minutes, fifteen tops? I didn't even want to attend the damn parade, but my job had me stationed downtown and it was a big city holiday, so I brought Vivi (the Sylveon in question) with me, found a table at a cafe whose name I can't remember, and decided to just relax. The floats go up, and next thing I know, R Gas is flooding the streets, and my normally sweet and bubbly partner is going fucking feral. I try to calm him down, and then-

I remember recovering from the disorientation. Being on all fours, and the ribbon-feelers in my view. I remember panicking, stumbling on unfamiliar legs. I remember the feedback loop from my own panic as a feeler touched my own head. I remember seeing Vivi's reflection in a tinted window, but not my own, and it all fucking registered then and there. "Holy shit, I'm a Sylveon. I'm Vivi." No, I'm not dreaming. Yes, this is real. I remember just staying stock still, not moving, not doing anything, in utter disbelief at what I was looking at. That lasted maybe a few minutes before I hear someone saying to get out of the gas, I turn and see it's an Arcanine. How the fuck do I understand what an Arcanine is saying? Oh right, I'm a Sylveon, that would explain it. What the fuck is going on!? We crowded around a clear part of the sidewalk, the Arcanine, who I presume is a RCPD Officer, and is just as disoriented as I am, is just trying to keep us in order, asking us if we remember our names, our homes, that sort of thing. Normally I'm an ACAB sort of guy, but bless this dude in particular, he tried so hard.

And then it hits me, "Wait, what the hell happened to my Vivi." I'm in his body, but I don't know what happened to his mind. And frankly, that scares me more. There's no universe where this is okay to begin with, but definitely not if it cost me my actual Sylveon. I'm cognizant enough to not begin screaming for him like he's lost. I recognize I am him. But I still miss him.

As I'm putting all that together, I think the gas finally starts wearing off and... This is where words kind of fail, but, I sensed him, I feel his mind or consciousness or whatever rubbing against mine, and the sheer relief we felt, and then the confusion, and then just... acceptance. Joy. Love.

The Love.

We take that shit for granted.

I will repeat myself.

We take that shit for granted.

If you have a Sylveon partner, I guarantee whatever amount of love and adoration you feel for it is not even a fraction of a fraction of the love it feels for you. I'm not even trying to undersell you. I'm sure you love your partner dearly. Sylveon really is a somewhat unique case. Eevee has to love you in order to evolve into a Sylveon. And when you return and reward that love in kind, It's just...

I'm crying as I remember this.

For maybe a few minutes, I felt and truly understood just how much Vivi loves me. How much it dominates his being, his soul, his very fucking essence. I felt literal Infinity Energy channeled in the form of Love. And no, it wasn't anything untoward. I don't wanna marry my Sylveon or anything and he doesn't wanna marry me. But he was so ride-or-die that his consciousness taking a back seat to my mind and soul piloting his body didn't bother him in the slightest. Shit, it excited him, because he realized he got to share his feelings for me in a way that would have otherwise been impossible, and sweet Arceus did he share.

And then Mewtwo broke the spell, and it was over. Our minds split apart and I had my body back. We just stood and stared at each other. Vivi eventually got brave enough to grab me with a ribbon and...

We hugged for a long, long time when we got home.

How do you answer that? How do you live after feeling love like that, raw and unfiltered, and having it sheared away? Knowing your Pokémon loves you in inexpressible, infinite, uncontrollable ways that makes your own love for it in return pale in comparison? In the aftermath, there were some days where I just couldn't look Vivi in the eyes because I felt like I didn't deserve him.

I can't. Match. That.

And there was fucking nothing I could do about it. It depressed me for years and still does. What could I do? What, leave him? Push him away? Resent it? Fuck no. Those feelings are a fucking gift and it took me a long time to understand that fully. He wouldn't have that love if my own pitiful-in-comparison love didn't spark his evolution. Not a day goes by I wish 5/10 didn't happen. But in the same vein, I appreciate that it did. Howard's vision was misguided, flawed to its core, and despicable. Being my Sylveon was terrifying, wondrous, and beautiful. I'm almost certain I'll never feel love like that in my life ever again, and I'm resigned to live with it. But I am happy, overjoyed even, to know it's there, directed at me and no one else.

I love my Sylveon. And he - capital "L"- Loves me.

[usagimen]

He's here again. Initially standing without much reason outside of the delicious pastries and just right coffee. Then, he's sitting. Sharing space with ice-thin tension, charged by something only his companion might understand. They sit equidistant in near silence and he feels suffocated. Lost. Smothered tight with a maelstrom of emotions that sprout faster than radioactive weeds.

It's his anniversary today.

Haibara's death anniversary.

Kento hasn't said much since his arrival. Doesn't even know where to begin despite a decade's worth of time. Honestly, he's not sure he'll ever have the right words, but showing up is a step forward. Immeasurably small, but still something other than drinking himself into a stupor.

"I miss him, Sayuri," he begins, voice giving way to near ashes by the end. "I miss him, so much." See? Already, he's choking. Lower lip trembling a fraction before Kento presses his lips into a thin line. Clouded hazel eyes directed down at the fine grained table. His hands have been clenched tight ever since he took a seat. Ever since he finally allowed himself to break the wax seal of haunting memories and all the grief that comes with it.

        If   it’s   brewed   carefully,   maybe   then   she   can   forget   the   memory,   if   the   smell   of   coffee   could   scorch   out   the   remnants   of   the   past   -   perhaps,   she   could   close   her   eyes   without   fear.   Quietly,   one   by   one   the   cups   are   poured,   the   morning   slowly   trickles   into   the   afternoon   &&   her   heart   is   heaving   within   the   cavity   of   her   chest.   They   don’t   speak,   what   is   left   to   say?   I’m   sorry,   if   I   was   quicker   or   stronger,   I’m   sorry,   there   isn’t   an   apology   that   could   right   this   wrong.   Halcyon   days   where   the   three   were   in   the   midst   of   laughter   &&   joy,   she   felt   herself   become   free   within   the   hopeful   belief,   tradition,   the   clawing   binds   of   fate,   they   could   all   vanish   if   she   held   tight   &&   held   onto   this   fickle   hope.   The   wound   is   still   there,   gazing   back   in   the   mirror   when   tender   fingers   would   trace   the   gruesome   scar,   a   crack   in   porcelain   but   she   should   be   grateful.   

      This   would   open   the   door   to   Godhood,   if   only   the   sacrifice   was   not   the   innocence   they   once   yielded   like   a   crux.   Sorcerers   eat   their   young,   it’s   the   bane   all   must   come   to   understand,   they   must   accept.   The   paper   mask   vanishes   &&   she   visibly   looks   distraught,   it   melts   away.   What   was   once   pristine   &&   known   as   the   fashionable   manager   now   remains   the   face   of   a   distant   nostalgia.   It’s   strange   to   feel   exposed,   yet,   she   could   not   disrespect   the   memory   by   allowing   deception   to   take   hold.   “I   miss   him   too…”   I   miss   all   of   us,   if   she   was   braver,   she   would   say   it   but   the   words   gather   on   the   tip   of   her   tongue   like   a   sweet   poison. 

         Study   sessions,   talk   of   what   they   would   become   after   graduation,   she   can   remember   the   boy   with   the   sun   in   his   smile   &&   her   heart   vowed;   anything   to   protect   this,   anything   to   protect   them   both,   that   is   the   equivalent   of   a   selfless   love.  Sayuri's  shoulders   tremble,   wide   eye,   like   a   rabbit   amidst   an   endless   hunt   her   fingers   cloy   into   the   fabric   of   her   skirt,   an   anchor   as   the   torrent   of   emotions   take   hold.   “It   feels   like   yesterday   we   were   all   together,   doesn’t   it?   Sometimes,   when   the   days   grow   long,   I   think   I   can   hear   Yuu’s   laughter.   Too   young,   too   kind,   he   didn’t   deserve   such   a   horrendous   death”   the   table   is   set,   flowers,   coffee   &&   pastries   but   the   empty   chair   between   them   sends   a   chill   down   her   spine.   Finally,   she   reaches   over,   a   grasp   that   is   worn   from   time   &&   the   iron   that   runs   through   her   veins,   still,   it   holds   a   shred   of   kindness   within   it. 

          “Kento,   it’s   okay   to   cry,   it’s   okay   to   be   upset   still,   we   live   to   keep   his   memory   alive   -   it’s   the   least   we   can   do.   Is   that   not   what   love   is?   To   carry   him   within   our   heart   even   if   it   pains   us”  

[foundationsofdecay]

TDH x Sleep Token #2

Vital Vessels Vindicate is another song from The Dear Hunter that I think resonates a lot with some of Sleep Token's imagery and thematic elements, and not just because of the name of the track.

This post is heavily localized in terms of the lyrics I'm looking at, so while as always I do recommend it, this post will read fine whether you've listened to it or not.

I'm just going to focus on one chunk of lyrics this time, which is the extension of the final chorus, leading into the outro.

We fall beneath the sea of dreams And fail to breathe, until we resurface We fall beneath the sea of dreams And fail to breathe, until we awaken again

So... lots to unpack here. Let's talk about Vessel, death, and choking underwater.

We can see, right off the bat, how this mirrors some of the themes brought up time and time again in Sleep Token's first(!) trilogy of albums, most notably with TPWBYT but we can find this echoed in the other albums as well. Drawing from TPWBYT to start, consider these lines from the very first song on the album, Atlantic:

So flood me like Atlantic, bandage up the trenches, anything to get me to sleep [...] Don't wake me, Don't wake me, Don't wake me up

There can be some debate whether Vessel wants to go sleep or to Sleep, but in either case, yes, it's not just that he is being dragged under like he's being unwillingly swept out and down by a deceptive and powerful current. He wanted this, from the start. He begs to stay asleep, flooded and frozen but in a manner that is its own cold embrace. Whether you consider the trenches to be a metaphor for self-inflicted injuries, or look at it from a lore perspective, it's exactly this. Bandage up the trenches, I don't care, trap me underneath or keep me from falling deeper but just let me be, just let me sleep. I don't want to be here anymore.

Fallen into this sea of dreams, and even as it keeps him from caring to his body's most basic needs, he would rather "crumble like a temple" and "[break] into fractions" than ever wake up. Sleep is the one comfort he has, these dreams are the only thing that he can find any solace or joy in and he'd do anything to have it.

This, in and of itself, is like a self-directed death threat, to those around him trying to wake him up, but he'd "rather be six feet under than be lonely". What is death, really, in the face of these desires? Why would he ever choose to resurface and breathe again? After all, according to High Water, he's confident that he can "hold [his] breath forever". In this, we also have an alternate possibility; if Vessel were to simply hold his breath forever, perhaps he would be able to live forever, sustained by dreams and thus Sleep Itself. Death would be irrelevant, in that scenario, or at least it would feel that way. Effectively, though, they would be one and the same.

Here's the thing, though... even if he thinks he can, he doesn't hold his breath forever. This is depicted in Take Me Back To Eden:

We dive through crystal waters Perfect oceans But no one told me not to breathe And now the weightlessness recedes

There's an abrupt shift, here. He's taken too early of a breath, and perhaps this was a mistake on his part, but the dream is over now. The illusion of this endless embrace with Sleep has been thoroughly shattered. Now, he must decide if he is going to keep falling further and let the ocean swallow him whole, or if he will try to resurface and take a true breath of air, instead of inhaling this salt-loaded sea water where it will permeate his lungs and his stomach, so deeply entrenched that nothing can wash it out entirely. In fact, he's already taken one breath underwater, possibly several, by the time he does resurface (if you believe that he did at all). It's already begun.

There is, however, a glimmer of hope in all of this. In Rain, Vessel understands that situation, he finally can see the damage that was done both to and by him, and he desperately wants to be washed clean. The salt on his hands aren't the half of it, and he seems to realize that now. The remnants of this time aren't just on him, it's inside of him, practically part of his very being at this point, just as entwined with him as he is with Sleep.

It's true that he's been ordered to remain awake for the foreseeable future, that what happened in Atlantic can never happen again, but that's nothing compared to this. He can leave the sea, can leave that situation behind him, but the remnants and their effects still cling to him and continue to harm him.

He's tipping his head back, not just spreading his arms out but opening his mouth wide to drink it all in. Asking to be cleansed with pleasure, not just on the surface level of his skin, but completely saturated. This, he's saying, is what will truly heal him.

[dixieconley]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Saw this in @just-here-with-my-thoughts's blog.

How many works do you have on Ao3? 45.

What’s your total Ao3 word count? 266,872.

What fandoms do you write for? Currently writing for the Star Wars fandom, Clone Wars era. Before that, most recently Avengers and Stargate: Atlantis.

What are your top five fics by kudos? They're all Avengers fics and, apart from the first one, all part of the same series! 1. Darcy Lewis: God of War. 2. A Rebellious House. 3. Eyes To See. 4. Something's Got To Give. 5. The Great Escape.

Do you respond to comments? I love comments! I respond to most comments, but sometimes I don't know what to say to things like the all emoji comments and I won't.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Three Bitter Bastards (Clone Wars). I prefer happy endings, so 'bittersweet' is the closest I've gotten. The main characters get a happy ending, but in doing so, leave people who care about them behind.

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? For all that I love happy endings, almost all of my Star Wars fics end in murder. (I mean, Palpatine deserves to die, don't get me wrong, but can you call that happy?) If you count those, then Penguins in SPAAAACE (The Penguins of Madgascar/Clone Wars) is probably the most light-hearted. Otherwise, it's Sheppard and the Sex God (Stargate: Atlantis).

Do you get hate on fics? Only once, and it wasn't exactly hate. More of a constructive criticism of a racial stereotype I was unwittingly perpetrating.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Not so much anymore. I used to write a lot of smut, but you'll only find a fraction on Ao3 and it's tame stuff. The closest I've gotten recently was the main character waking up after an A/B/O heat. Practically PG-13 by my standards considering I used to write X rated stuff.

Do you write crossovers? Yes! I love crossovers! The craziest one is a tie between the This Is The Way-de (Deadpool/The Mandalorian) and Penguins in SPAAAACE.

Which fic are you proud of but wish had gotten a bigger response from your readers? A Matter of Taste (Clone Wars). It's an OFC self-insert, so I totally understand why no one likes it, but it really feels personal to me and I'd really like to hear anything, even what people didn't like about this one.

Have you ever had a fic translated? Not as far as I know.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? On Ao3, only with SirKate. Before that, I wrote a number of Star Trek fics in collaboration with Alara Rogers. I treasure both partnerships. Amazing friends.

What’s your all-time favourite ship? Which fandom? ;> In Star Wars, it's Fox/murder, hands down. While I've never written it, I adore Tony Stark/Bucky Barnes, but am also a fan of Darcy Lewis/Bucky Barnes.

What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? There's only one, Meanwhile In Tonygard (Avengers). I hate leaving anything unfinished, including stories, but my ex-husband killed my joy in writing for years until I finally rediscovered it in the Star Wars fandom. I can't bear going back to writing the Avengers with his words about Darcy reverberating in my head. I eventually resolved it by writing up my plans for what would have happened and adding that to the end. It's not as good as finishing, but it's the best I can do when I can't stop hearing "So she's a slut" when I try to write.

What are your writing strengths? I used to think it was snappy dialogue, but I've been told that my ideas are unusual and noteworthy. And judging by the response I've gotten in the Star Wars fandom (where I've been writing two types of fic: crack and serious), I have a talent with crack.

What are your writing weaknesses? I don't know what the official name for it is, but I have a problem where my mind goes too fast and skips over things or substitutes other words. So you'll see sentences like "She didn't finish eating clock," instead of "She didn't finish eating her meal." And because of this glitch, I end up having to read and reread my stories to find all the problems -- because my mind continues to glitch, skipping over the mistakes. Other than that, overuse of commas.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I'd never done it until I got into the Star Wars fandom and discovered Mando'a and now I find it fascinating translating the concepts to Basic and back again. One of my favorite things about being a writer in the Star Wars fandom is developing new head canons from the culture clash inherent not just in the lives the characters lead but also the world view a language gives you. It's difficult, but I love it.

First fandom you wrote for? Battlestar Galactica, the first version. On paper, in a five-subject notebook. My self-insert, Starbuck and Apollo.

Favourite fic you’ve written? Probably The Only Way Out Is Forward (Clone Wars) series. I couldn't pick a favorite from that one; they hang together too closely to pick just one. I cried multiple times writing these stories.

[daybreakrising]

@sourcewater: although now reunited, neuvillette realized that he knew very little about vautrin. his likes, dislikes . . . what little trinkets he might have lying around his home. it made him worry that the little surprise he concocted (with the help of the melusines) would be inadequate. what if he found it boring? would it fit with the general ambiance? at sedene's encouragement, neuvillette knocked on the door and once it opened, the iudex just got done smoothing out the wrinkles in his coat.

heavens, his cheeks warmed immediately at the sight of his beloved friend. one whose presence brought him joy in more ways than one. the dragon within purred in delight — being so close to vautrin simultaneously gave him confidence and swept it all away. "i apologize for the early intrusion, but i believe it to be preferable to notify you at your earliest convenience."

ah — still endearingly verbose.

"lady furina will be performing at the opera epiclese, and i procured two tickets for you and i to attend." high in the booths, where only they will occupy the small space. where neuvillette can intertwine clawed fingers with vautrin's — feel the warmth of human skin and the primordial sea. "if you cannot attend, i understand and . . ."

A visit from the Iudex was not something he had expected at this hour (though, really, who else would be knocking upon his door? beyond the melusines, he is still somewhat devoid of connections in this new world) - but it is a very welcome surprise indeed. Primordial eyes widen just a fraction in an automatic response to seeing that distractingly pretty face upon his doorstep, and it takes the former captain a moment to register that he is being spoken to.

When his mind finally catches up, a flood of warmth spreads deep in his chest, and his eyes soften with unrestrained fondness. Oh, how he wishes Neuvillette will never change. It would be a sad day indeed, in his eyes, should the Iudex ever alter the mannerisms of his speech. It is something so wholly Neuvillette that it would be like losing a piece of him entirely.

He knows him well enough to be patient, to wait for the purpose of his visit to be revealed in time. He presumes he is to be expected somewhere, for some as yet determined reason, which he assumes is of an official nature. He is yet to find his position in this new age - perhaps, then, Neuvillette is intending to find him work?

He couldn't be further from the truth.

Tickets to a performance. To attend... together.

There's an instant flush to the man's skin, a slight ripple in the primordial shimmer visible only to certain eyes. Though the quickening of his heart is known only to him, he cannot hide the rather more obvious hitch in his breath. "No-," the word leaps from his lips before he can form a full response.

"That is," he quickly adds, lest Neuvillette think he would dare to decline such an offer, "I am not otherwise engaged." When did his mouth become so dry? Archons, he is acting like some besotted teenager, fawning over the attention of their crush. "I..." A smile makes its way, unhindered, across his features. "I would very much like to attend with you, Neuvillette."

[loorain]

Sims 4 Fontenot Legacy - Robin and Sigrid's Wedding Day

After what seems like a centuries-long engagement between Robin and Sigrid, their wedding day is finally here! The weather is beautiful, perfect for a day of celebration, and the venue is buzzing with excitement as the couple and those closest to them get ready for the day.

The men's quarters is considerably quieter (as it often is 😆) with just Robin, Colt, Haru, and little Juno hanging out. Still, they're enjoying the gentle morning, resting as they prepare themselves for a full day of festivities.

Meanwhile, in the bridal suite, there's a buzz of excitement threatening to burst through the windows as Sigrid's closest family members gussy themselves up for the wedding. Where's the bride, you ask?

Scarlett (through the door): Sigrid, doing okay in there?

Sigrid: Yeah! All good! Be out soon!

And soon enough, Sigrid did reveal herself to her family waiting for her.

The older sims in the room crowd around the door, gawking as the bride shows herself for the first time.

Anya: Sigrid! You look stunning!

Yolanda: I second that! You look so beautiful, sis.

Scarlett: Oh Sigrid... you're the perfect bride, really. Are you ready for this?

As Sigrid's family looks on at her in awe of her beauty and grace, Sigrid feels an overwhelming calm wash over her. The journey to this moment has been long, stressful, and arduous, but it also makes the moment that much more precious. After waiting for years, it's finally her turn, and the calm she feels tells her she's making the right decision, so she looks to the ladies (plus Sabrina 🤭) with confidence as she responds.

Sigrid: I'm ready.

The ceremony begins with everyone important in attendance! Sigrid's remaining siblings are able to make it, as are all of her nieces and nephews (minus Harley's kid who's still a newborn... or infant. I can't remember 😆) and Harley's wife Hajar, who Sigrid only just got to meet on the day of the wedding. Most of Robin's family is here as well, from his sisters Anya and Matilda to his large extended family. Sigrid and Robin even decided to invite Sabrina's friends and their partners, as well as people like Juno's father Marquise. Needless to say, it's the biggest wedding event of the season!

One of the very last invites to go out, however, was one that Sigrid tossed in right at the end: Coty has made it to the wedding all the way from Sulani, with little Milo as his plus one. Having traveled from so far away, he barely makes it in time for the beginning of the ceremony and slips into an empty seat near the back. His expression is hard to read, however. Is he calm? Tired? Forlorn? Perhaps... yearning?

Robin: Sigrid... It seems like no time has passed between the first time I met you and now, but so much in our lives has changed. We've lost a lot but also gained so much more, including two beautiful children who are the lights of my life. You have been the most wonderful partner, loving me through my shortcomings and pitfalls, and I have dedicated my life in return to doing the same for you. Today, in front of all of your family and friends, I am making this dedication known to all, that as your husband I will love and cherish you and our little family, support you through the good and bad times, and practice patience, grace, and understanding through all points of our lives together.

Sigrid: Robin, you have been a joy as a partner all these years. You've held me up when I wasn't strong enough to hold myself. You've encouraged me, reassured me, and always made sure I knew how much I was loved and adored. Our lives together have been a rollercoaster, from growing into a family of four before we could even blink to dealing with all of life's hardships. I know one of the hardest moments for you was losing your father before he could see you become the man you are now, and you have always wanted to be a fraction of the man he was to your mom. Well, I feel pretty confident in saying that you have surpassed him, just as he would have wanted. And now, as we declare our devotion to each other in front of everyone we know and care for, I promise to be the woman deserving of such a wonderful man. I promise to support your dreams, lift you as you have lifted me in times of weakness, and focus on growing our lives together as a team.

After an exchanging of rings after their vows, the two seal their marriage with a kiss, officially becoming Mr. and Mrs. Lay! Finally, after years of planning, dreaming, and anticipation, these two finally tied the knot! Time to celebrate!

After some obligatory photos, the newlyweds make their way into the reception area to continue celebrating the day with all their guests, making sure to greet and thank as many people as they can get to. Sigrid and Robin are still parents though, and during the day she finds herself having to give Audrey a little extra attention. As a result, she doesn't even notice when a familiar face walks up behind her.

Sigrid: Oh- Coty! Didn't even see you there!

Coty: Yeah, you were in full storytelling mode! No worries, just wanted to give my congratulations.

Sigrid pulls him in for a hug.

Sigrid: Thank you! I'm glad you could make it. Is Milo here?

Coty: Oh yeah, probably socializing with anyone willing to listen. Not very often he's around so many sims.

Sigrid: We've gotta change that for sure. We still gonna plan to put that playdate together?

Coty: I'll be in town the rest of the weekend. If you guys have some time, give me a call.

Sigrid: I think I can do that.

The party continues on, but the newlyweds slip away for a bit. Why you ask? Well for starters, Sigrid changes into a more comfortable outfit for a night of dancing, but she also decides to show it off to Robin first along with another surprise.

Robin: What is all this?

Sigrid: Just a little something I set up to let us have a private moment. Wanted to give us both a chance to decompress a little during all of this stuff. You like?

Robin: I love.

Sigrid: This spot has the best view of the river. Makes you realize how big the world we live in is. Puts everything into perspective.

Robin nods, a comfortable silence growing between them before he speaks again.

Robin: What a day, yeah?

Sigrid smiles.

Sigrid: Tell me about it. We finally did it. We're married.

Robin: Yeah. You're my wife.

Robin looks at Sigrid with unfiltered care and adoration, admiring her beauty in the soft glow of the candles. It was never a doubt in his mind, but the moment proves more than ever before that he's chosen the best partner he could've ever picked. Sigrid grins at him, a glow on her cheeks, a life within her eyes that Robin hasn't seen shine quite as brightly in the past years of stress and life. Looking at her, he knows she must feel the same way.

He pulls her closer, letting the moment flow through the both of them. Sigrid falls into the gesture without hesitation, looking upon her new husband with swelling affection.

Robin: This has been the most perfect day. All our family and friends here, our girls... this feels like a dream.

Sigrid: I know what you mean. Everything's been just right. Although I have to say this feels pretty normal.

Robin: This?

Sigrid: Us. Together. I mean, outside of the fancy clothes and venue, everything else feels just like it always does. You've been my husband for a long time. This was just formalities.

Robin: I'll admit there were many times when I caught myself referring to you as my wife during our engagement. Just felt natural. Now I don't have to hold back anymore.

Sigrid: You never did. You've always had my heart. I love you, Robin. Forever and always.

Robin: I love you too.

The duo eventually head back down after spending some time together, living it up on the dance floor. Needless to say, the wedding was a huge success, and Sigrid and Robin look forward to many years of marital bliss!

[beholdenning]

"...Instructor Denning!" Nanna called out to him, pulling up her skirts to catch up to him with a smile to match her joy to see him. Like sparklers caught in velvet black ink. She signed, slowly but surely: ("Look what I've been learning!")

"I'm not perfect at it yet, but I'd like to thank you for helping me a couple months ago." She started shyly, but the determination in her voice rang clear. ("My.... archery... has... improved.") Nearby was a wall of miniature books, with intricate hand-inked lettering and illustrated pages. Pulling one out, she flipped through the pages, past rabbits in bowties and rats in top hats. And she pointed at the last words on the page: Thank you.

The word Instructor still feels foreign when attached to his name, despite how adamantly Nanna insists on addressing him as such — Sitting upon his shoulders like an ill-tailored coat that would surely sit handsomely on a slew of others. Still, the sound of his name turns his head regardless, the benefit of knowing who approaches him even without the familiar brush of quintessence acceptable enough to let pass by.

Then her fingers begin to move, begin to speak — Golden eyes widen a fraction, an ember alighting in them as she opens the page on a shared language. Her movements are precise, but slow for it, like letters writ with such painstaking, pinpoint accuracy it shows that the penner is a novice.

Much like their own letters, then. There is a kinship, there, in that realm of shared understanding, of communication, in the halting steps taken towards it to arrive at the same place. Eyes bright, one pupil receives a report from another — And thanks alongside, still strange, still novel.

... Hm. Perhaps they are both instructors?

So, the instructor replies, slowly, so she may piece together the words. "that is good. it was nothing. you asked, and i gave."

It is novel, truly, to reach out and find another hand doing the same at the other side. It is just as novel, how Denning feels compelled to do it again and again. With a quiet hum, a pale hand reaches towards the same page, fingertips trailing along the final words — Before withdrawing, and repeating, translating, just for her, playing at instructor once more: A hand, flat, fingertips to the chin, then lowered outwards: A 'thank you' right in return. Is the softness of their eyes a trick of the light?

"if you have more questions, you need but ask."

[sanjayrithik]

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[sennenpharaoh]

"Atem!" Yugi shouted and moved close to him again. Reaching out to touch his shoulder. Okay. Now he felt fear. But not for himself. It was for Atem and what could happen. Now that... Yugi finally put the pieces together. "So... It's you." He hissed slightly. Pulling off his glamour to show his harpy form. Raising up a clawed hand and aiming it at Yami. Yugi had learned wind magic after... This happened. But it didn't work too well with the glamour covering it up. Yugi used said magic to force Yami back with a gust. Less out of vengeance and more to protect Atem. As much as he could before the inevitable return of this spirit, this being, into Atem's body. "There is... Always a price. If Atem was willing to pay it... Then yes. He is happy. Happy to be free of such... Responsibilities. Which were unfair from the start." Yugi walked over to Yami and touched his arm. Being somewhat gentle. Even if it hurt him in the end. "If you're truly a part of Atem... Then you should know... I never give up on him." He would accept this part too. Nobody was perfect. And Yugi did not hate Atem for that... Mistake. "Atem is stronger than you. Always has been. And no. You are not changing my mind on this. You will hear it. Over and over again. How much I care for my partner. He is not weak just for wanting a life of his own. I pity you, Yami. You may never understand the joy we have together." ~ angelus-tenebrae

Yami, upon hearing that little speech, just smiled. "Word. For word. Like clockwork. I've heard it time and time again. From that one, no less. However, think about what you just said." He tilted his head. "If I'm a part of him, that means that my words are-"

"You are NOT a part of me!" Atem interjected, moving forward in stubborn defiance. "You are a monster! A disease that should be locked away where you belong!"

There was a slight "tch" from Yami before he continued. "Then mirror your partner's thoughts, just as you say to me over and over again. How did it go again? The more you say something, the more you believe it? Then go ahead, let's hear you repeat that same spiel one last time."

"That's what they want to hear, right?"

Atem took a pause, looking at Yugi for just a moment. There was... something... caught(?) on the tip of his tongue before he looked back at Yami.

"I wished for this. I asked the gods to come back. I was told that meant that my power, my magic, would be a fraction of what it was. The gods would barely be under my control. The Pharaoh that people respected, admired, and feared would be no longer, and instead would just be me. Atem. Living, walking... feeling... as a normal human. I'd give up-- That was the price of my wish and I don't--" A pause, but only slightly.

"I don't... regret it."

There was a pause before Atem felt a great force push him back, his back colliding with the wall behind him. It didn't take a genius to know the cause of that because staring right back at him, hand stretched outward, with the most disgusted and condescending expression on his face... was Yami.

"And that, is why you are and forever will be... a coward."

[call-sign-shark]

Dear Mars,

This was breathtaking. You have left me speechless with your talent and the way you navigate through angst so easily. Where do I begin?

Right at the start I loved the detail of the flower already loosening in the bouquet she has set, waiting for Arthur to come home. The way Reader focuses on fixing the flowers and hiding the dying ones is a striking image that can directly refers to her. Tears of hiding the withered parts of her heart until it’s too late to fix them. It’s hopeless. Hence the chills you gave me when I read she smashed the vase as if her own her was exploding for it becomes all too much to bear.

Arthur’s reaction when he sees Reader, understanding that no words nor sign of affection will soothe her heart and make amend for him — this is just powerful and so well described. Also I loved the original way you used the flower prompt with using “Poppy” as a pet name. Even though we used the same flower you did it SOOOO MUCH better, like wow 😨💚 To keep it short everything in this piece of literature is “fucking biblical”. This is the best break-up with Arthur work I’ve read. The way she breaks him with words as much as he had broken her, leaving him desperate and in search of her warmth. The way she fights so hard against the urge of embracing him but still resists… The final “no”, that sounds like death knell — everything is PERFECT.

Some quotes that left me broken:

“But now skies grey hovered above you, the insects had hidden, and joy had passed. The world felt in veiled grey, dull and lifeless; even your cherished flowers have lost their shine” as I said the parallel between the flowers (whether the bouquet or the garden) and Reader’s own being is poignant. It never failed to make me son throughout your work, because it’s just otherworldly poetic.

“The contact between your blood and the flower left you a strange feeling, like an un explaining tightening in your heart”

“And you could not give me one day of your life to celebrate with me.” The whole tirade is heartbreaking but desperately true. Especially with the addition of the scene in which he counted the years of marriage on his fingers but can’t recall.

“You saw how your jabs hit him, and deep down you wanted him hurt” This is terribly relatable. Readers being in such a pain, such a grief, she only wants him to feel a fraction of it.

“Things already hit rock bottom on your side, so he could only go lower by bringing a shovel” AOUCH.

“It was always one step forwards and three back with you”

“You heard a thud behind you. Arthur had dropped to his knees, clinging to your skirt likes repentant sinner faced with the Doomsday” Once again her speech broke my heart at the same time Arthur fell on his knees. And I sympathize with Reader to indescribable extent. There’s nothing he can do to gain forgiveness after everything he had made her go through.

“You felt his sobs against your body, the way in snuggled into for your warmth […] But your heart had frozen, immune to hollow words and feeble promises”

“You body felt cold without his touch but even colder with”

This was a hell of a ride you offered us here, and despite the fact it broke my heart this is probably one of the best Arthur piece ever created. I slightly envy the skills your have with words and, once again, how BRILLIANT you are with angst — which is not an easy genre. I know this comment does not match the magnificence of your work because it deserves the world, but I’m at loss of words. But knows that it’s the first time I clap in front of my screen after finishing a one-shot.

Withered || Arthur Shelby x Reader

Summary: You have given all the love you have, but love needs to be cared for to bloom

Word Count: 3390

Warnings: Angst, mentions of murder, blood, drug usage and alcoholism

Author’s note: My submission for K’s lovely celebration “Tales From The Flower Garden” with the prompt “You thought I was a savable man” Again CONGRATULATIONS MY SWEET MUNCHKIN K FOR YOUR MILESTONE YOU DESERVE THEM ALL and I put up so much of me for this to makeup for my failure for your last celebration that I even put together some pics to make it more in theme. Love ya lots darling!

The loose petals heaped around your feet upon the wooden floors. Pink, peach, pure white and cream. You had been toiling over that floral arrangement for hours, but your tenseness and your wandering thoughts had robbed you of your concentration, jittering hands having reduced the soft buds to denuded and wilted stems. Behind you, the antique grandfather clock’s bells chimed, taunting you with the unforgiving pass of time, which seemed to move twice as fast that night. The black carved hands marked midnight on the golden clock face. Arthur had promised to be home in time for dinner.

Afficher davantage

[istherewifiinhell]

reading progress: chapter 279

reading highlights: This is the story of a reader. At the same time it is the story of Dokja...

268 bihyung existential crisis

269 4th wall shaking about yjh in danger

calling on the asmodeus favour, literally a deal with a devil

yjh sponser "this guy always did the same thing. he watched yjh suffering from death. he placed the soul of a hopelessly broken man back into the world line of the past"

yjh thoughts "I can't die" "I'll never die here"

are they, you know, life and death companions [there is a pictogram of a hand bent at the wrist]

"I couldn't help laughing. Now we really would live together or die together"

HMO savig his daughter aww

LHS first to stand up "I was waiting" -> do i even need to say it

the old constellations coming back... crying... even god of a small planet

(cheok Jungyeong carrying kdj) great section for men being carried by other men

one day you will get to whip ass SWK i know you will...

uriel lol

sword girls!!! hell yeah! (ljh & jwh)

272 "The transparent shape of Uriel appeared behing Jung Heewon" -> sick. that fucking jjba shit

uriel has a fucking potty mouth

kdj listening to yjh thoughts cause he cant speak (🥺)

"Can't guarantee anything, maybe they all will die" "Let's go"

Giant story of 73 realm starts talking

273 beeg train..

omg its the subway [im riding in front seat of train car.....]

LHS can open the door cause he was the one who did it the first time

kyrgios and Sword saint!!! (kdj visions blurs -> you crying bro?)

274 "I lived in that world alone, I entered the minds of countless characters and became different beings again and again... Therefore I was a regessor who had never regressed... A returnee who never returned... Maybe I was a reincarnator"

HSY -> kdj shadow.

Yjh rushing to grab falling kdj [when they are all falling from the sky]

abyssal black flame dragon... damn

↳275 horror movie shit [taking out constellations in the cover of dark one by one]

kill with a borrowed knife -> about hankim... mwah

sword master held osu in her mouth -> oh like pupby

278 "Good... It was a word used by Yoo Sangah"

LHS demanding to be let out from med ward cause hes all better now

lgy... he so baby... baby boy. [finally getting to see kdj hugging him and crying]

HSY note "Anyway, that's it... Well goodbye, idiot. See you when you come back to earth"

Krygios and sword saint rivals over their disciples

persphone dances with ysa (as ysa??)

Jhw whistles "Ysa is cool"

277 ◼◼ story of the end -> different word for everyone

hsy nightmare. heart complicated at seeing kdj. sees him stabbed. Woof...

hsy and lsk interation... i am thinking about the milfhunter hsy post

kdj ◼◼ 'the final chapter'

ysa "you looked happy after [the scenarios started]" yes girl interrogate him

278 oh shit angel time

Gabriel calls uriel ◼ (i wanna know which insult so bad)

LHS LGY & SYS all get gifts from kdj and are so normal about it (they are being goofballs)

kdj looks tired as hell

↳ gives jhw a suit -> it will be more comfortable (ill bet lol)

jhw things ysa/kdj is a thing (Ljh thinks hes gay)

hmo prosthetic leg -> wow i thought they might just hand wave that. good for him

Jhw "when the epilogue comes kdj won't be alone"

red cosmos and a lily...

kdj ◼◼ isn't final chapter? was he just saying shit?

279 uriels door says URIEL⭐

uriels usb of handcrafted artisanal AMVs

red cosmos jophiel lily gabriel?

JHW oh yeah what the fuck is she supposed to do...

'LHS sitting like a big dull dog. LGY and SYS like baby cats. All watching KDJ' literally perfect fantastic love that.

and also. i wrote down everything the giant story "said"

The story stated on a train. There was a soldier who wanted to be righteous. There was the strongest loneliest man in the world. There was also a woman who hid herself for others. The sword demon wounded after losing a relationship was met. A child born in the gap between past and future wept. There was the strongest small person in the world. The world of the strongest giant was saved. Finally there was a man who knew the ending of all these worlds. This is the story of a reader. At the same time it is the story of Dokja. Only this story... The woman who woke up from a tigers crouch and laughed while holding a sword to destroy evil. The boy who lost his mother and held the insect in his hand cried. The man who built the castle roared for the family that wouldn't come back. The woman who built up the truth by lying gladly became his shadow.

rotating: very clear on this one. fucking finally. I'm thinking about how kdj did all that to keep yjh alive. how he convinced him, and the sponsor, not to regress, how he tried to shove him healing items he couldn't swallow. He had to use ORV to hear yjh thoughts, cause he was too injured to speak. Grinding a pill into a paste so he could swallow it. I'm thinking about all that.

also. holy fucking mana from the gods. tho thats not a good phrase to use in this story. finally. finally. hsy... there she is. the loaded gun, the last resort. The one who works in parallel but behind the scene. The borrowed knife. The person having nightmares seeing KDJ, seeing him get stabbed. Like how she stabbed him. Hello Han Sooyoung, there you are, there's your motivation, there's your internal self.

[honeymark]

𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒏𝒄𝒕 𝟏𝟐𝟕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 ㅡ

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˗ˏˋ 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 :: hi miss soojin ! could u write smth ab 127 comforting their insecure gf ? thank u so much ! ´ˎ˗

⇢ 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐈𝐋 never really thought much about his self-esteem, so coming home and finding you balled up on the couch with a pair of jeans crumpled on the table certainly leaves him stunned. he nearly trips on his feet as he runs over to you and immediately cups your cheeks in his hands as he asks if you’re okay. he carefully wipes away the hot tears streaming down your cheeks as you quietly reveal that you no longer fit into your favorite pants. he waits for you to finish admitting the insecurities you hadn’t even realized you were holding in, but each word that you confess only deepens the sorrow hanging heavily on his chest. “y/n,” he starts, taking your hands into his. “honestly, to me, your weight is the least interesting thing about you. you’re bright, you’re considerate, you’re so funny you make me laugh until i’m crying on the floor. i could go on forever.” he presses a kiss to your knuckles before gathering you into his arms. “being with you fills me to the brim with joy i’ve never felt before. i love you the way you are, y/n.”

⇢ 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍𝐍𝐘 is more than happy to lend you his ears (and his lap) after you come home from another draining day at your new job. he listens attentively as you rest your head on his thighs and elaborate on how inadequate you feel in comparison to the other fresh recruits, but he squeezes your cheeks when the conversation spirals into a self-deprecating rant. “hey, you better watch it. that’s my best friend you’re talking about,” he jokingly warns you. the sudden gesture is enough to disrupt your destructive train of thought, and you can’t help but smile as you sit up and climb on top of his lap in a warm hug. you murmur a quiet “thank you” as you bury your face in the crook of his neck, and the night ends with tender kisses as johnny lists out all of the qualities he loves about you.

⇢ 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐆 knew that fatherhood was going to be exhausting, but he didn’t expect to be on the verge of collapsing within the first two weeks. he also understands that whatever he’s going through is just a fraction of what you’re experiencing, so he can’t help but tear up as he watches you fall deeper and deeper into despair. “i can’t fucking do this. i’m not cut out for this, taeyong. i feel like i’m going crazy, and i just can’t do a single thing right. i’m already a terrible mother,” you manage to huff in between sobs, after finally getting your twins to fall asleep. 

he envelopes you in a warm, secure embrace, and he presses a kiss to your forehead as he caresses your back in soft circles. “you’re doing your best, and that already makes you a fantastic mother, y/n,” he tells you, gently. “this is a completely new experience for both of us, so of course we aren’t going to be perfect parents right off the bat. it’s okay to struggle. i’m right here with you, i promise. be compassionate with yourself, honey. you deserve it.” 

⇢ 𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀 showered you in so much affection that you usually didn’t have any room left in your mind to entertain insecurities or negative comments. unsurprisingly, you never really understood why some people became so fixated on their partners’ exes. until now. 

two days have passed since you came across yuta’s ex’s instagram page, and since then, an awful ache has been churning in the pit of your stomach. anyone with eyes could tell that the two of you are polar opposites ㅡ in looks, in style, in seemingly everything. out of sheer anxiety, you’d bought a couple of outfits that definitely leaned more towards her aesthetic than your own, and it doesn’t take long for yuta to notice the shift in your appearance. he’s quick to point it out, and you’re just as quick to confess the thoughts that’ve been hanging on your heart. he offers a kind smile, then leans in for a warm kiss before pulling you into a tight hug. “y/n, i love you for you. for the way your silly brain works. for the way you treat other people. for the way you work so hard for your goals. i mean it. i love you, whether you’re wearing this, your usual clothes, or no clothes at all.”

⇢ 𝐃𝐎𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 has always understood your determination to succeed, so he isn’t surprised when he wakes up and finds you hunched over at your desk, typing away at your laptop. he reaches his arms above his head in a stretch, then mindlessly slips out of bed and sleepily shuffles over to you. he asks you why you’re still awake, and you stifle a yawn as you recite a complicated summary of your night. he presses a chaste kiss to the top of your head before attempting to lure you to bed, but the way your voice breaks as soon as you start talking about how you’re “behind” compared to your peers is enough to shake him from his initial intentions. “y/n, you aren’t behind at all,” he tells you, after swiveling your chair to face you directly. “i know it’s hard not to compare yourself, but the pace you’re working at is fine. you’re already doing a great job, y/n, really.”

© 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐. 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃.