#our adventure begins

[issteelballrunconfirmed]

Day 593

Steel Ball Run is not confirmed.

On this date, September 25th, the 'Steel Ball Run’ race begins in 1890 within the Steel Ball Run manga, running between San Diego and New York City!

[freyyzu]

SEE YOU AGAIN SOON

it's finally the day of your depature, and you decide to leave baxter with one last memory to hold onto until you can see each other again.

a/n; i'm so head over heels in love with this monochrome man i feel like my heart's gonna burst. thank you so much for the amazing game and loving memories, gb patch i'm going to treasure Our Life always

“Is this everything?” You’ve heard that question no less than three times now since leaving Baxter’s apartment. Once, when he closed the door, twice, when you exited the car, and now for a third time as you’re at the station waiting for the train to arrive.

“I should hope so, otherwise one of my belongings is lost within the depths of your apartment now,” you tease good heartedly.

“Hm,” his concerned frown is quickly replaced by a grin. “Maybe I should hope you did leave something behind, then. It would give me an excuse to bring it to you.”

The both of you share a hearty laugh at that. You hadn’t even been parted yet, but here he was already thinking of making his way back to you.

Well, you did agree to have him come over soon after the hectic rush-planning that was Jude and Scott’s wedding, and the five days that you had spent here wasn’t enough to make up for the five years of no contact. There was going to be a lot to catch up on, and a part of you hoped that you’d always have something to catch up on with each other. That there was always going to be something new to learn about one another—together.

“We’ll call,” you reassure him. His shoulders visibly untense at your words, a softer smile adorning his lips. “And text, the days before you arrive will be over before we both know it.”

Baxter reaches out to take your hand, no pauses, no falters. “Then I look forward to that day with bated breath.”

Your eyes crinkle at the edges, and despite him being the one who took hold of your hand first you decide to turn it around on him—literally. Flipping your clasped hands, you bring it up to your lips in a gentle kiss, his bright, brown eyes following the motion as goosebumps chill their way down his arm.

“Why don’t we take a picture together?”

The sudden question catches him off-guard. “A picture?”

“The frame on your desk was empty last time I saw it, right?”

“Ah,” he looks abashed at that. Even though you had gifted him a picture frame, Baxter had never been able to actually use it for its intended purpose. “You noticed that as well, huh?”

You swallow the words at how it’s a bit difficult not to notice something like that. “What do you say?”

There was simply never a moment precious enough in his life to capture in time until you showed up again, and since your arrival every day felt special enough to be caught in the moment. Now with that offer laid bare in front of him, there was no way he was going to let it go. “I’d say that’s a great idea.”

Setting your bags on the nearest chair, Baxter pulls out his phone and you shimmy closer to his side, his arm reaching out to wrap around your waist almost instinctively. It felt a bit embarrassing, using the selfie function of his phone; he couldn’t remember the last time he ever did if ever.

Though far past his embarrassment was the joy of being able to see your face every day whenever he so wished, even if you weren’t there in person.

The shutter goes off, and at the same time he feels a soft press into his cheek.

The motion catches him by surprise, the only word able to leave the tip of his tongue being, “huh?” followed by your chuckles.

His eyes glance down at his phone, the picture displaying all its glory to you and him. He sports a startled look, the tips of his ears forming the faintest red and of course you’re leaning in, your lips pressed against his cheek with a smile.

“It looks good,” you comment cheerfully, either not noticing or feigning ignorance to the way his entire face has lit up in a bright, strawberry red. “Don’t you think?”

“I-” he catches the same tint of red dusting the edge of your cheeks. No doubt that action had been a spur of the moment decision on your part, rather than a well-thoughtout plan, though at this point he can’t say he’s surprised—if the last-minute party plannings were anything to go by.

An affectionate sigh leaves him, and he leans in, following the bubbling warmth in his chest, hand gently cradling your cheek as he pulls you into a kiss. A proper one, where both of your lips touch and your eyes flutter close, blocking the entire world around you.

Your arms wrap around his shoulders, fingers playing with the ends of his hair, and he nearly melts at the tender motion of your hands. Baxter’s spent the last five days wondering how he could be so lucky. To reunite with his ideal, the person he fell for, the one he loved—loves—from all those years ago and how even after a long five years you still haven’t forgotten, haven’t given up on him.

“Baxter?” Every part of you, from the color of your eyes, to your kind, patient personality, to your hands that treat him like he’s glass, to your voice that calls his name with so much warmth.

At one point, the kiss had broken and he bumped his forehead with yours. He couldn’t tell you not to leave, even when every fiber of his being wished for you to just stay by his side, and so he swallows those words. This is enough for now, these five days, the next five years. You’ll make it work.

“I love you.” From this close of proximity, the breath that follow his words flutter your eyelashes. His hand doesn’t move from your cheek, but his thumb begins to rub timidly along your skin, as if afraid you’ll back off if he did any more.

Your eyes gloss over at those three simple words. He was really going to make it hard to leave wasn’t he? Even though you were the one who had been trying to keep it together this entire time. “I love you, too,” you whisper, leaning in for another kiss.

If time stopped there, neither of you would have minded, but it doesn’t, and soon the ring of the train bells force both of you to pull away.

“I should get going,” you mutter with less resolve than before.

“I’ll walk with you to the doors.” Baxter picks up half of your bags again, motioning towards your ride with his head. He looks just as, if not more, insulted than you at the interruption.

“Thank you.”

The walk was short and quiet, there were a million and one things you could have said, but chose not to. They could wait until you met up again. And everyone knows that there was no one more patient than you around here. You’ve waited this long, you could wait a little more.

“I’ll see you in a bit?” Baxter passes your bags over to you. It’s unsure of exactly how long ‘a bit’ actually refers to, but you’ll get your answer eventually.

“Definitely,” you reply. “I’ll see you again soon, Baxter.”

He leans in for the last time, and you’re almost sure he was going to kiss your lips again, but he falters at the last second and moves upwards to press his lips against your forehead instead.

“I feel like if I kiss you now I’d never stop,” he chuckles in jest, though you can hear the full sincerity in those words. “I’ll see you again soon, darling.”

‘Darling’ that was a pet name you’d have to get used to unless you fear for your poor heart exploding.

You give him one last kiss of your own, also on the forehead—he hums contently at the action—before pulling back; the train doors beginning to close.

And when the train finally takes off, and your waves weren’t within sight anymore, Baxter finds himself crumpling to the floor in a heap.

It’s a question he’s asked himself multiple times, more times than you’d call appropriate, but was he allowed to be this happy? A hand goes up to his forehead where your lips had just been, and he allows himself to bask in the feeling.

‘It’s alright.’ He was allowed to be this happy.

A ping from his phone pulls him out of his thoughts, and he grumbles at the interruption. He pulls out the device with a less-than-appropriate mumble though stops completely when he sees who it’s from.

[ could you send me that picture, please?

i’d like to have a memory of us as well. ]

[ Of course. ]

Comes his instantaneous response.

He sends you the photo immediately, and his eyes linger on it for just as long as it takes for you to reply back.

[ thanks! i’ll treasure it ]

Yeah, he is allowed to be this happy.

With you.

And he hopes with his entire heart that you feel the same.

[ As will I. ]

[differenteagletragedy]

I was in the middle of my Cove playthrough but I tripped and fell and now I am firmly back in Cliff Mode because CLIFF!

A Cliff romance would be the slowest slow burn of all time, but so so worth the wait.

Kyra tells Cove that he was never able to truly rely on her when they were together, and we know he came from a bad family. He has Cove now, of course, and he’s built a friendship with Kyra and Pam and Noelani, but I think having an actual partner, someone he can fully trust to have his back and take care of him for the first time in this LIFE would be so incredible to him, you know?

I think he would be just so soft, a crybaby like Cove. But of course that would be juxtaposed with his other side, his harder, darker side…

There’s SO MUCH to work with here 😭

[lazybearzlol]

I realize that I didn’t mention what kind of media I like so here’s the list! I Mostly talk about the Media I likes, hope this enough to get know me better ^^

[rhaenyratargeryn]

100% my Lavellan and Solas got back to the Lighthouse, fixed him up and went "Well, we should talk...." realized they were both tired of doing the shit they "should" do and only after timeless days of exhaustively and thoroughly making love did they begin the long conversation, naked in body and in heart and soul at last.

[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

The Sunforge

sequel to The Dawnhounds

fantasy/scifi with bio- cyber- & god-punk elements

follows a crew of revolutionary pirates who become stranded in a city in ruins, overrun by a hostile militia, who must find a way to the people who can help them disable the technology that’s stopping them from escaping

and find themselves pulled deeper into the conflicts and history between the strange gods who give them their powers, and the complex history of their world

mainly centres Kiada, told between flashbacks of her past in the city, and the present

arc from the author! out August 6

[bamb-procrastinates]

Ms paint doodles

[helpmyinterestsareverywhere]

A fun thing about actually deciding to try and learn/recognise the Ninjargon alphabet is that I get to play fun puzzle games whenever I see it come up on screen

A not so fun thing about paying attention to Ninjargon:

getting to play a puzzle game of "am I just being stupid or is this supposed to be nonsense🧍‍♂️"

[fictional-malewife-tournament]

Group 4: round 9

[harmcityherald]

Boromir

[childhoodfriendstoloversshowdown]

Poll: Round 2 #3

[ Image ID. AN image of Marceline and Bubblegum from Adventure time. They are holding each other and smiling. Marceline has grey skin, pointly ears, and long black hair. she is wearing a white shirt, blue jeans and brown and grey shoes. Bubblegum has long pink skin, darker pink hair, a red suit and suites and a cape that is white and white vertical stripes on the inside and black on the outside, and an image of Cove from Our life beginning and always step 3, with his face being held by the hand of Jamie, who is not in screen other then their hand. Cove has tan skin and teal eyes, and teal hair that is pulled into a ponytail. He is blushing and smiling at the camera, but off screen he is looking at Jamie. Jamie has black skin and a scar on their hand, and white nail polish.End ID]

[existennialmemes]

It's the week leading up to Christmas, which means NOW is the time to have a Wacky Isekai Adventure, during which you fret about making it back home in time for Christmas.

[izzyizumi]

~TAKE THAT~!!!!! {I GOT THEM ALL}

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[lazybearzlol]

Lazybearzlol 2023 Artworks!

Can’t believe it this year is almost over about a week, not sure if I could do this again next year but it was sure fun to do, merry Christmas!

[thelovelybitten]

no thoughts, just the sonic rush ending and how we will never know what sonic gave to blaze

[mutantenfisch]

WACKÖÖÖN😎🌈🤘🤘🤘🤘🤘🏕🌦🌧🌧🌧🌦🌦

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