#let there be light! [main verse];;

[dcynight]

"I thought babies came from cabbage patches--"

[pilonciillo]

on another note

[hymns-across-the-stars]

’ glass spirit ‘ - For Gatomon?

Send me 'glass spirit' and my muse will tell you about one thing that would absolutely break them.

---

Her tail sways uneasily. Personal question, one she might snap at for being too nosy if she were in a worse mood. But it gives her thought.

What would break her?

Plenty has happened to her. Several tried to break her. Nothing really succeeded there—at least, not when it was just her.

And then it wasn't just her. There was Kari. There was a whole team to welcome them both. There was the second team a few years later.

There had been Wizardmon.

Loss hurt every time. Of course it did. But it didn't break her when Wizardmon died. It didn't break her when one-by-one, most of the original Digidestined lost their partners—her friends—until it was just her and Patamon left from that crew.

She thinks about them all, though. If there was some way she could have saved Wizardmon. If the other Digimon are at peace with the fact their partners grew up too much for them.

She wonders if she's doing them wrong by being relieved when every Digivice dissolved, that she's still here with Kari and they aren't.

But—and the memory makes her shudder—there was that one time. Kari thought she lost her brother, and Gatomon (no, no, Nyaromon—she has to remember that she was just a baby in that moment) couldn't do anything to help her. Everything after that is too fuzzy, but she remembers that overwhelming sense of hopelessness and grief drowning her—

it hurts it hurts so much make it stopmakeitstopmAKEITSTOP

—and the next thing she remembers is falling, cut free from a manifestation of madness and despair.

That didn't break her, either. Not really. But—and maybe it should have been immediately evident with how much Kari means to her, even if she could not imagine truly losing her without dying first, but...

"...if something happened to Kari..."

...

She doesn't complete the thought.

[despairforme]

Watching tutorials on how to light a campfire.

[seaseren]

I named Liam's Azem Leto on a whim but. She really is a mentor figure to Artemis and Apollo isn't she.

[cutexasxabutton]

|🎄| ❝Uh, uh, I think this is a tag dump?❞ |❄️|

[truly-quirkless]

Twenty Day Challenge 2024 - Day Four

Type: Fluff Piece Timeline: Post-Sports Festival/Evan's Attempt/Pre-Summer Camp Location: Yagi's Apartment

WARNINGS: Depiction of a panic attack.

"Stop...stop..." They couldn't hold it back- not forever. They could feel the tidal wave approaching their mind, hands slowly rising to grip at their hair. They could feel the pressure along their skull, skin refusing to give way from so minimal a tug.

I'm going to die---

"Stop,---please,--" It was sprinting. Darkness--- they could feel their breathing increasing, growing from normal to panicked, short gasps for air. They couldn't breathe. They were suffocating. "---stop,--" A hand raised from their head. They brought it down, feeling their own knuckles slam against their skin. "--stop, stop stop stop...!"

I don't want to---

The strikes to their head increased. The pain was starting to register as a low-level buzz. But even so- they couldn't sense it. Couldn't react to it. All they could see in their mind's eye was an infinite abyss. A yawning, stretching void. The nothingness---

"Stop--stop," They didn't want to. They didn't want to. All they could think was to beg. Beg for the thought to end. For the panic to fade. Salty tears began to fall. They weren't aware of their bedsheets dampening as they curled into a tight ball. Anything- anything to be. "Please,- please I'm sorry!" Couldn't---- get----

Please---

STOP--

The emptiness. The nothing. Just beyond their reach- waiting--- they were going to go to it- one d---- STOP PLEASE---

The buzz was a dull ache, now.

Please--- please please pleasepleasepleasepleasestop--stop- stop stopstopstoppleasestopstoppleaseplease---

[]

He'd been feeding Prism when he heard their voice. Fin's cat perked up, her ears swiveling as Yagi stood frozen for a moment. He'd spent too long in the Hero gig to not recognize the specific tone their voice had taken. He all but dropped Prism's kitty food, just barely remembering to put it down to not break the bowl as he took off for his bedroom.

"Fin...?" No sudden movements. No unpredictability. He didn't want to risk sending them deeper into the hellhole they seemed to be engulfed in.

"pleasepleasepleasepleaseI'msorryplease--I'msorryI'msorry--stop--stopstopstoppleasestop," Their hands were curled into fists, one holding their hair while the other rapped lightly against their skull. He could see the light reflecting off tracks of tears on their cheeks, see the definition of their body under the blankets, curled into a tight ball.

"...Fin...you can get through this." He moved to rest on the bed, careful to go slow. Fin's murmuring had broken up, fracturing into bits and pieces as their words became little more than a jumbled mess. "..just tell me what you need." He kept his tone even, his eyes flickering over their body. Their speech had totally disintegrated. What had been unknown pleadings to someone for it to 'stop' had disappeared, their knuckles pressing against their own skull- but no longer hitting it. "You're doing g-"

Fin's hand shot out from under the covers, grabbing Yagi's wrist with far more force than he was accustomed to. Even so, their grip softened not a moment later- their hand sliding up his arm as they snuck out from under the covers.

Yagi's blanket fell off, pulling their hair into a wilder format as they pulled his arm towards them. Their mouth opened- just barely, lips almost pressing together again. Yagi shifted cautiously, turning to more fully face the brunet as the last of his blanket pooled behind them. He could feel his heart picking up its pace in his chest. Are you okay?

"...to-uch..." Their voice was barely a whisper. It was nearly a choked gasp, like they were being strangled. They pulled his arm closer, fingers ghosting over his skin- only to press down. It was like they were worried their hand would sink into him.

"...is it okay if I?...." He received no response. Fin shuffled until their body was pressed against Yagi's. He could feel their breath, quick and rapid. He took in a small one of his own. They were still breathing so rapidly... "....can you breathe with me, Fin?..." They looked up. He met those eyes he knew so well, seeing the overwhelming fear burning in them. He made a show of slowly opening his mouth, forcing an audible inhale. "...in..." It quickly made his single lung ache- but he didn't stop. "...hold..."

They were still breathing so fast. Their hand tapped his chest- then his shoulder. It hooked there, the other squeezing their hair.

"...out...."

They stared at Yagi. Real. Real. Real--- not fake. Real. They clutched at his shoulder- their hand trailing down the length of his arm once more. They let go of their hair. The dull throb of pain in their skull registered somewhere in the back of their thoughts.

Real...

Focus on that.---

His skin was warm...they could feel the musculature underneath. Their touch drifted to his fingers, feeling the elongated digits one-by-one.

"....in...." Breathe in.... His palm felt like grit. The food he gave Prism. Prism. Real.--- "....hold...."

Their breathing was beginning to calm. Yagi could feel their hand wandering along his skin- pressing in at random points. They clutched at his fingers, their smaller digits squeezing for a moment.

"...out..." Yagi let out his breath. Fin was no longer panting for air. An amount of clarity had returned to their eyes, and their touch dropped- falling onto their own leg. They leaned their head against his arm. Beams of moonlight drifted from Yagi's window, reflecting softly off Fin's hair. "...good..." He rested his arm on their opposing shoulder, drawing them close to himself with a small sigh. "....you're safe, Fin..."

He felt their hand move against his leg, resting in a strange position. It only took a quick glance to see the small shape they'd formed with it- ASL. I love you.

"....I love you, too..." He murmured. "...and I promise...I'll keep you safe." Even against their nightmares...he'd do his best.

"...thank you..." Yagi raised a thumb, wiping it slowly under one of Fin's eyes...and then the other.

"...of course, love..." He raised his other arm, fully hugging his small soulmate to his chest. "...you can rest...I've got you." And if they started to lose themself again...he'd be right there, to help guide them back.

[hyaciiintho]

🌸｡*ﾟ+. @balladetto | smol starter

"Stop that, I'm not putting a bug on your head or anything like that." The elder couldn't help but laugh, hiding the little gift behind his back quickly before the other could turn his head fast enough to catch it. "Just be patient. I promise, it's nothing bad." He did his best to show a GENTLE smile, eyes brightening and brows rising momentarily as silent encouragement. "C'mon... turn around. Don't be such a spoil sport!"

[astaricn]

Massage, reverse with regular Astarion. Evoka gonna get that tension out of his shoulders and legs (only touch his back with permission). Royal treatment.

WHEN EVOKA HAD INITIALLY BROUGHT UP that he wanted to massage him, Astarion had been sceptical. Not once in his life had he ever been offered one before, and as a result was unsure whether he'd even ENJOY one. Still, his partner had insisted and so the vampire had relented and agreed to let him try. Not to mention his back had been acting up recently, so if anything it would hopefully help with that.

He'd stripped down to his underwear, making a teasing comment that he was just trying to get him naked - though the affection in his gaze hopefully assured his partner, he didn't truly think that. Lying on his stomach on his bedroll as instructed, he folded his arms under his chin and made himself comfortable.

Waiting patiently and listening as he heard Evoka moving around the room. No doubt collecting some sort of oil to use, he had INSISTED on doing this properly, after all. Humming quietly to an old, familiar tune until he heard the druid come back to his side.

Evoka warns him when he's about to touch him, and the vampire tenses on instinct until warm hands finally come upon him. As he began working on the knotted muscles, Astarion made a small sound of surprise. It doesn't take long for him to relax, letting his eyes flutter close.

Until him he'd never been touched with any level of care, with no intension of those fingers dipping under his clothes or to make him uncomfortable. No, he was doing this for HIS benefit alone. No ulterior motive or sinister plans. Astarion felt comfortable in relaxing and knowing he was SAFE. What a novel concept.

He feels his hands dig deep into the skin of his shoulders, relieving stress that he'd held for gods know how long. A quiet sigh leaves his lips, and while he kept his eyes shut he did decide to say. "This... Is nice..."

[heterochromatica]

Anonymous asked:

“Daddy look, I found friends!”

The little girl, covered in mud and rain, her normally spiky blond hair flattened against her head, holds up a handful of worms with a proud grin on her face.

“Oh hey darling.” he crouches down before her, holding an umbrella over her head. “Oh, that’s amazing.” In all honesty, this was much more a thing for Katsuki to handle. 

Shoto does not deal too well with critters but for her he will put up with anything and everything. He would go to hell and back a dozen times if he had to, so a couple worms won’t make him falter. His insides squirm but not even the tiniest bit of his discomfort shows on his face. 

“Did they tell you their names?” and before she can enter the house, he stops her again. “Lets not take them inside, you should put them back to where you found them, they have family and friends too, you know. We can’t separate them.” 

[aberooski]

Luke's solo album really is just Chazz - the album - sometimes and I don't like how that makes me feel.

[dcynight]

Shen looks up at Sun. the rodent tilting her head " Heeeey buddy.. It's time for your scheduled upkeep. " The rodent is dreading this. just hoping Sun won't freak out. - @murdxrxfcrxws

The large jester sort of freezes in his spot. A pile of random toys in his arms that nearly fall out as he turned his attention towards her. His demeanor starts out calm-- But it's not hard to tell that he's quickly becoming nervous.

"Oh...? A-Already??? I-- I thought that wasn't until NEXT month! M-Maybe you should check again!"

He's quickly speed-walking off to the other side of the room before she can speak. Fumbling with the toys in his arms before he puts them away in their rightful bin.

[carolinakncws]

SURPRISE STARTER ! verse: hunger games | @dcmure​

Evan stood on the roof of the training centre, hoping District 12 wasn’t going to mind another tribute so close to their quarters. His elevator had shot straight up without question when he’d pressed the button labelled R, and his need for fresh air and scenery had pulled him outside when the double doors opened.

This place was nothing like home, District 4. There he had crashing waves, song birds, wind between the trees and of course, the sound of endless fishing line being thrown out to sea. The sharp, metallic scent of fish being gutted sea-side never quite left Evan’s senses, and he wondered briefly if that might be forever ruined if he were to actually win these games. He knew blood was something he wouldn’t be able to avoid.

Fresh air was the only thing keeping Evan from feeling completely trapped. He knew if he could breathe, he was free, in his own way, and the Capitol could never take that away from him. Tomorrow their training session was to start officially and he would have to face all of the other tributes he briefly saw during the parade. For now, though, he contemplated how he might spend as many hours up here as he could without being caught.

[familyoftwo]

tag post

[gravesung-moving]

@korolnichevoya said:

i know that's not the answer you were hoping for { inej }

❝ YEAH... ❞ INEJ SIGHS, SOFT AND A LITTLE FRUSTRATED, and picks idly at a thread that's come undone from her shirt collar. ❝ thank you for searching anyway. i appreciate any news. even if it isn't good news. ❞ it's rare inej is anchored in ketterdam for this long, but the wraith suffered greatly at the hands of her enemies during the last battle. the crew barely made it to kerch safely, and only because they happened to be close enough — they were lucky. and after all of that, the enemy ship still got away.

it was a long shot that king nikolai would be able to find them. these slavers are fast, cunning. they know how to hide in plain sight. still, she's grateful that he tried. ❝ they won't escape us for long, ❞ she says, a flash of dark fire behind her eyes that vanishes as quick as it came. it's an expression that isn't often witnessed by others in her presence; kaz has seen it, and jesper, but even then it's rare.

rage is an unproductive feeling in this moment, inej reminds herself. it won't do her any good. better to focus on the man beside her, a visitor on home turf. he was an idol at first, a statue holding a bowl of fire; over time, however, the stone began to crack and fall away. she's begun to get a clearer picture of him — who he really is, not who he needs to be for his country. ❝ how long are you planning to stay? i hope you didn't come all the way out here just to deliver an unfortunate message. ❞

[wildaers]

tag drop / test part one