#prompt 5 stamp

[starrysnowdrop]

FFXIVWrite 2024 #5: Stamp

Verb (Used with object): to impress with a particular mark or device, as to indicate genuineness, approval, or ownership; to stamp a document with a seal.

Following the events of 5.3; Zenos looks around his newly deceased father Varis’s private quarters in the Imperial Palace and finds an item of particular interest.

After searching through the seemingly endless piles of monotonous tomes, paperwork, and notes strewn across the late Emperor Varis’s desk, Zenos found a small, unassuming key, which he quickly surmised would unlock the drawer of the desk.

He inserted the key and turned it, unlocking the drawer. When he slid the drawer open, there seemed to only be more tedious stacks of papers, all of which were of little concern to him. He tossed each slip of paper off to the side, and he was soon about to abandon his search for anything of import from his father’s private quarters, as nothing had stood out to him whatsoever.

After a few minutes of searching, he lifted a slip of paper from the stack to reveal an envelope, which would not have peaked his interest if not for the particular ink seal that was stamped upon the front of the envelope: it was a round seal, in the Hingan style, with an imprint of a mountain peak shrouded in mist.

“Ah, now what it is?” Zenos asked with a hint of excitement in his voice.

A small smile graced Zenos’s countenance as he ran his fingers across the seal. He had recognized the seal from a particular tome that he had read some time ago, a time before he had experienced his one shining moment of pure joy and ecstasy.

Whatever the envelope enclosed, Zenos would soon find out, but it was sure to be of immense significance to him in some way. Because why would his father have kept an envelope stamped with the official seal of the Aino Clan of Hingashi… her clan’s seal?

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[katalinhunter]

Stamp

Shore was in sight and the crew was getting lively around Jovana and Verboten. Their feet thudded on the deck and after a moment rough voices lifted up in song.

Verboten reached out to her. "You know you want to…"

She took his hand and they joined, feet stamping, voices lifted:

Soon may the Wellerman come To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguing is done We'll take our leave and go

[tricksterfiction]

Day 5 - Stamp

All I can imagine is being in your arms

A letter wrinkly, with some ink bleed and still after generous turns smells faintly of peony. The Gridanian postage stamp had faded.

"My dearest Kubo, You ignored baby Cho crying today. A snobby knife ear laughed behind my back, imitating my accent. I had the biggest craving for a fresh persimmon unlike I had felt in moons.

I felt as though a storm cloud was brewing over my head. My patience was thin, the girls were grating and I swear to the Kami if I have to do one more ritual to appease these fickle Elementals I will lose what little sanity I have.

Our life is hard, it is uncomfortable, some days I do not want it."

The ink drops plot like veins against the course paper, the quill is noticeably scratching marks - indents of frustration.

"Then I hissed something untrue and hurtful at you. I have regretted it since the moment it passed my lips. In only a fashion unique to you, my love, is you helped put the girls to bed and started quietly moving furniture away. Clearing space, for us. When your lips pressed over my knuckles, then breathed over my horn - I melted and my thoughts were only for you. We danced, I cried and you held me.

Fresher in my memory than the taste of persimmon is you, pressing me into the floor. Reliving some of my favourite fantasies, our clothes around us and my body bending to you like a magnet.

I love you, Kubo. I am sorry for what I said.

With everlasting love, Akane"

[quirkycoterie]

The Mission

Kuri read over her letter one more time to ensure she had not skipped anything of import. She enjoyed the feel of writing on parchment so she chose to use letters instead of pearls to communicate with her family back home. Occasionally they spoke just to hear each other's voices but she also felt the letters provided the personal touch of showing she took time off just to write them. She could speak on a pearl and still be doing her work.

She was pleased with what she had accomplished so far in her travels putting up small shrines for those far from home who needed them and pleased at the locals in most places, both spoken and spirits alike, being so receptive. Hiina put her head in the Raen's lap with a small noise. Turquoise eyes looked down with a smile as her fingers scratched the hound's head, "You are right, it is an acceptable accounting and we should eat." She signed the letter, closed it, dripped glittering white wax on it, and pressed her house's seal into the wax before taking it to the moogle mailbox for delivery.

[the-wardens-torch]

FFXIVwrite2024: Stamp

Prompt #5, Entry #3

((From when Fal first arrived on the mainland with his mother.))

The red ink of the custom agent's stamp had barely dried, but Falerin's eyes seemed to see past it to the black letters beneath.

The word "Arcita" appeared twice… Once listed as the port of origin, and again where his surname should have been.

Each "Arcita" was written in a different hand… The first penned by a Maelstrom sailor in a rough, hurried hand, and the second by an Ul'Dahn customs agent in a practiced script.

When he'd first boarded the ship in Arcita, his paperwork had been an afterthought. No one felt they needed to nitpick, and sailors hate paperwork. After all, he and his mother were friends of the late Rymmharr Sylbundsyn. No one who had known them or Rymm could imagine them causing any trouble. He even carried with him Rymmharr's exquisite old accordion, left to him in writing when he died.

The arrival in Vesper Bay had been different. What little they owned had been searched mercilessly, everything from his mother's prayer fan to that old accordion, which he'd had to play to prove it wasn't full of stolen crystals or a ceruleum bomb or some other nonsense. After what felt like hours, they seemed content that this incongruous pair could be safely deposited on the mainland.

But there was one last thing, they said. The Hyuran boy's surname. Why wasn't it written on his passport?

He had been about to open his mouth, to sarcastically quip that it was the same last name as his mother's, but before he could speak, his mother had hissed at the customs agent, silencing them both. What a waste of time such a question was. Why couldn't they just go already? There had just been a calamity, for shite's sake. She had family in Thanalan and needed to make sure they were all right. Weren't there more important things to worry about? Her ears had been flat against her head, her golden gaze burning like the sacred flames of Azeyma herself. Even her tail bristled with anger, flipping behind her as if writhing in agony.

Rather than face her ire, the agent had merely written something on his passport, stamped it and shoved it into Falerin's hand. He hadn't had time to look at it then, but once he did…

"Arcita."

His mother had already told him that giving him her last name would make no sense, as female Miqo'te surnames were given by their fathers, and male surnames were only to denote status in whatever tribe the man belonged to. And no, two strangers made family by circumstance didn't count as a tribe. On some level, he'd hoped they had moved beyond that line of thinking. But seeing "Arcita" written so neatly and so permanently dragged him right back over that line, black ink bleeding slightly into red. But it made a blunt, clumsy sort of sense. It was common among Hyurs to name bastards, orphans and people of no particular import after whatever city they were born in. He could have been all three, for all he knew.

But what did a piece of paper matter anyway?

((Wow, I wrote this in about 80 minutes. I think that's some kind of speed record for me.))

[reimenaashelyee]

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malleus

(only if you say yes)

✎ᝰ. M. Draconia my baybhie <3

𑁤. i know it isn’t a request, i just love him HAHA; not proofread at all, pleak enjoy this drabble i wrote in like 5 minutes lol ᥫ᭡

You stare at the letter on your table, bewildered.

The moment you opened the door to Ramshackle, ready to get to class, you were met with a letter sitting on the ‘Welcome Home!’ rug you got at Sam’s.

To be honest, you thought it was Crowley asking for help, or Riddle sending in an invitation for an Unbirthday Party, but Crowley wouldn’t bother sending a letter, and it didn’t have the Heartslabyul stamp. Actually, it had a stamp you completely didn’t know of.

It.. looked similar to the Diasomnia dorm’s stamp, but it was much more.. formal? Extravagant? You didn’t know, but you took it into your room with caution, not wanting anyone else to see.

You did not understand a single word of the letter, the only thing you could properly recognize was your name, there on the top left corner, then followed by a.. phrase? Title? You’re kind of concerned it’s an insult to you- or a threat!

So, you ask Lilia for help.

Lilia laughs the moment he reads the letter.

“Oh- Oh my! Hah-” he splutters, wheezing for breath. You blink owlishly at him, already reaching in your bag for your inhaler, but he composes himself, only a few stray giggles leaving him, and a quiet mutter of ‘that child..’.

“Well? What does it mean?” You prompt, looking over his shoulder at the letter. 

Meleth e-Guilen, the start of the first paragraph reads, chin gelair chîn orthernir guren. 

Lilia takes another look at it, at the stamp, and laughs again.

“It’s so strange!” You say, looking confusedly at the letter. Your friend, Tsunotarou, seems to be confused too.

(You don’t notice the red flush on the tips of his ears, or the fact he’s loosened his tie like it’s suddenly getting hot in the cold air of the night.)

“– Like, what does it even mean?” you say, showing Tsunotarou the letter, and he coughs, reading over it. 

“.. Perhaps the vice-housewarden of Diasomnia would know,” he offers, and you groan. “I tried asking him, and he just laughed in my face!”

(Tsunotarou excuses himself shortly after, and when you go back inside the dorm, you can only barely hear distinct high pitched peals of laughter, and a familiar, bellowing voice going ‘It’s okay, Young Master! You’ll get them next time!’.)

thanks for reading lol hi

[cosyvelvetorchid]

Sending you "Glasses" for the writing prompt with a side of fluffy!

Thank you for the cute prompt 🩶

****

The thing is, Tommy wasn’t that much older than Buck—it was only 7 years numerically. It’s just that he seemed older. His sense of self, his confidence and how level headed he was gave him the air of somebody who was older.

Buck liked to tease him about it sometimes. He’d refer to him and “old man”, or when he’d fall asleep watching a movie, justifiably—you try staying awake after a gruelling 48 shift, thank you very much!— Buck would call him grandpa.

It was playful teasing and Tommy didn’t mind.

But really, his older mentality was a comfort to Buck; made him feel stable when he was getting all up in his own head. Again.

Buck had tried, really REALLY tried, over the last 5 months to not get ahead of himself with Tommy. It had been an incredible five months, for both of them, but Buck was determined to not rush into things like he had with previous relationships.

But he couldn’t deny his feelings for Tommy were deep. He was half convinced that if you cut him open, “properly of Tommy Kinard” would be stamped on each and every organ he possessed.

He hadn’t said those precious three words yet—neither of them had—but each day it was getting harder and harder to resist blurting them out. If he was completely honest with himself he’d felt it about a month in, but was terrified he’d be seen as his usual impulsive self and Tommy would run a mile.

It was getting truly difficult to not picture a future with Tommy when he did things that drove Bucks heart crazy. Little things, mostly, like changing his laundry detergent because Buck didn’t like the smell of the one he used to use. Or taking the time to learn how to make Bobbys famous lasagne because he knew Buck loved it. Even when he was texting Buck to chastise him for not eating breakfast before his shift because “..your health is important and you can’t save lives if you’re not taking care of your own.”

What tipped Buck across the line from ‘I love this man’ to ‘oh my god I want to spend the rest of my life with him and have his babies’, however, was something so small; so unimportant and unintentional on Tommys part that he could have missed it.

He’d had a long shift—call after call after call— and was three hours later to Tommy’s house than he had planned to be there. He let himself in with the key that Tommy had given him two months in and walked into the living room after dumping his bag by the door.

“Hey, Tommy, I’m-“

He stopped at the sight in front of him. His mouth curved into a smile as his entire stomach and chest filled with butterflies, and his heart grew three sizes.

Tommy, fast asleep, head fallen back against the back of the sofa, book in his lap and reading glasses resting on the edge of his nose. Suddenly, Buck had a glimpse of their future.

He looked like a dad.

He could picture Tommy “resting his eyes” exhausted from lack of sleep and their newborn daughter resting softly on his chest. Tears welled in his eyes at the prospect of that kind of future with him.

He walked over and gently sat down, running his hand down Tommy face softly and cupping his cheek, pressing a delicate kiss onto his temple. Tommy stirred with a hum and his eyes fluttered open to be met with Bucks.

He slid his arms around Bucks waist and nuzzled his face into the crook of his neck.

Buck didn’t even had to think about it. The words were in his throat and on his tongue and ready to be let out into the world.

“I love you.” He whispered into Tommys hair.

Tommy squeezed Buck a little harder. “I love you, too

[anthonys237thfreckle]

‘Promise’ - Javier ‘Javi’ x Kate Carter & F! reader (angst!)

someone asked for a part two and I realized how good of an idea that was lmao. I need indirect ways to incorporate my past experiences into my fics anyway.

part one

prompt: you made a promise to distance yourself from Javi and Kate

TW: mentions of smoking, some detailed mention of self harm, suicidal thoughts, mentions of nausea, disordered eating, breakdowns, smoking, angst :(

Do NOT proceed if the triggers mentioned above upset you greatly. You have been warned.

I made a promise

To distance myself

Once Tyler dropped you off to the train station, you smiled and waved until you couldn’t see his truck anymore. You wanted to hang onto any last string of familiarity for as long as you could.

Especially since your life would change completely - for better or worse.

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes for a moment, trying to calm down your trembling body.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

5 things you see - the train station, the crumbling yellow bricks, the jolly red-white-blue american flag, your luggage, and the people. Lots of people.

4 things you hear - the people, obviously, the cicadas crying, the heavy bell ringing inside, the honking of cars for you to get out of their way.

3 things you smell - the heat - somehow, the smell of smoke from cars, and the thick air.

2 things you feel - terrified. hurt.

1 thing you taste - bitterness.

Shaking your head, you take another deep breath. Eyes dead set on the mission in front of you, you marched into the train station, bought a ticket to Oklahoma City, and settled down inside.

But now was the hardest part; waiting. What made it harder was you didn’t want to think about anything that happened yesterday. So, putting your headphones on, you made a playlist with none of the songs that reminded you of Javi or any of the ones he recommended to you. Essentially, you just listened to 3 songs in total, over and over again, but the knowledge you knew what was coming next was comforting, something you couldn’t apply to your current situation.

Took a flight, through aurora skies

Honestly, I didn't think about

How we didn't say goodbye

Just see you very soon

You woke up when the train jolted to a stop - you had fallen asleep, waking up to hear the opening notes of some song you were listening to earlier. Looking out the window, you reached Oklahoma City. With a sigh of relief and trepidation, you got your bags and headed out of the station, hailed a taxi to the airport. Booking a last minute flight back home to LA, you made your way to the gate. Setting your bag down, you sat in a char near the huge windows. Deciding it wasn’t close enough, you sat on the little raised platform attached to the window and leaned your head against it like you saw so many children do.

The boarding call was announced, and everyone sat up groggily. It all went by pretty quickly. Standing in line, getting your boarding pass stamped and your passport checked, finding you seat, putting your bag away and sitting down. Taxi and take off was a blur; luckily you got a window seat, and stared out at the pink clouds, tinted by the setting sun, a peach tone.

Peachy, just like your favourite pie.

You groaned, covering your eyes and rubbing them as your mind started to think about Oklahoma. About Javi, and the last time he saw you. And the last thing he said to you. It wasn’t even a proper goodbye, but you couldn’t blame him because he didn’t know it was goodbye.

And honestly, neither did you.

But you made yourself a promise - to distance yourself.

Those last words of his echoed in your mind.

“I- Okay, alright. Take care, (Y/N)”

It hurts to be something

It's worse to be nothing with you

You half expected a text from Javi - it had been around 24 hours since you last saw him. Since you told him you had a ‘family emergency’ to take care of. Who wouldn’t expect a little ‘you doing okay?’ or ‘safe travels’ when someone saw you break down in the middle of a field, distressed as hell? Sure, you and Javi weren’t dating, sure you both drifted apart ever since Kate got closer with him instead, but were you two not even friends anymore?

Did you mean nothing to him?

This wasn’t the first time he ghosted you - after the EF5 tornado, he didn’t say a word to you. But it was understandable why - everyone was hurting, and maybe he couldn’t bring himself to talk to you. In Oklahoma, the only times he’d talk to you is when you started a conversation, otherwise you could sit silently and he’d happily talk with Kate, leaving you be. It was never him starting anything.

And Kate. Did she figure out you liked Javi? Is that why she didn’t text you? Did she feel guilty? Part of you wanted her to feel guilty, but the other part of you didn’t want to be pitied. Part of you wanted to go back, but this - this was best for you right now. Nobody could tell you otherwise.

Instead, you got a text from Tyler.

‘hey there cowgirl - how you getting along?’

You chuckled - ‘cowgirl’ was probably the worst way to describe yourself. Instead, you typed down a response, your heart a little less heavy.

‘hey, Tyler. thanks for asking. means a lot’

He was typing, the three dots appearing on screen

‘of course. lemme know if you need anything at all okay? stay safe out there’

You sent him an affirmative text, thankful to actually have a friend who cared enough to check in on you, helping you out without questioning anything, having only known you for a week.

So I didn't call you

For sixteen long days

You found comfort in some form of familiarity in your life; back home in LA, everything looked duller, more still. Like the whole world knew about your heartbreak and was mourning, or mocking you. You tried to plunge into work, distracting yourself but sometimes, you’d just stare at your work, screen or paper, and just zone out. Your was brain still trying to process everything, and you were losing a lot over it - sleep, peace, overall joy, your will to wake up, and more.

It felt like after the EF5 tornado but worse because you knew somewhere in Oklahoma, Kate was with Javi, both of them happier than ever. It felt worse because you could never have him anymore. He was gone. And someone got to see him every day, sometimes wake up next to him, sometimes stay up all night with him. You felt like you were gonna be sick.

For a fortnight, all you could eat was cheese, bread, and grapes. It was the only thing you could keep down.

It was so hard not to text Javi. After you had just left, it’s like you were isolated for 5 years, given a taste of him, then forcing yourself to stay away. It was something you chose to do, not something you were forced to live with.

But you won’t call him. No matter how long the days felt they were dragging by.

And I should get a cigarette

For so much restraint

Walking by a drugstore to entertain yourself, you entered the establishment with an electronic ding notifying your presence. Strolling through the ailes, you picked up Sourhead Extremes (so in case you wanted to call Javi, you’d have to go through a gustatory agony first) and some nail polish, just to look pretty. Walking to the cashier, you mindlessly threw in a pack of cigarettes onto the counter, before putting them back in a jerky motion.

“What the hell…” you murmured to yourself, ashamed of what you were about to do. Buy cigarettes - to smoke.

Walking out of the store briskly, you speed-walked home; chiding yourself for almost ‘rewarding’ your no contact mission by smoking, you realized how truly pathetic you were.

“God, what is wrong with me…” you muttered, keeping your head down, watching the wet streets reflect the light of the sun and your dark sorrow.

No matter how long I resist temptation

I will always lose,

Eventually you did buy the cigarettes. You went home, lounging in your bed, a pretty china plate acting like an ashtray for you. Legs up in the air, swinging occasionally, eyes half lidded from the light high, you felt the chalky smoke fill your lungs, watching it come out in little clouds of grey air.

You felt in control for the first time since leaving Oklahoma - the cigarette sitting pretty between your red tinted fingers and lips. You smiled softly, satisfied by finally scoring a small win. You didn’t tell Tyler that you smoked. He’d say it’s a horrible habit you should give up.

Obviously it was more of a lose - giving into an impulse, and now you were at risk of falling deeper into addiction. You weren’t in control, you never really were.

But why would you make yourself feel worse when you were on the literal brink of crumbling?

Although, you didn’t get addicted. After the high wore off, you felt disgusted, throwing out the pack of almost full cigarettes. You wouldn’t tell Tyler, of course.

It hurts to be something

It’s worse to be nothing with you

Two weeks went by, and though you pretended everything was okay, it really wasn’t. You didn’t know if you missed Javi or not, but you really didn’t want to.

You don’t know if you want to see the face you loved so much, the face that lights up when he sees Kate, the face that Kate holds, kisses, caresses.. the face that she admires alongside you.

You wanted to get over him, you really did, but you cared so much about him. You didn’t want to stop caring about him, when loving him felt so… lovely.

But it hurt so much.

You barely got any sleep this past fortnight. Having a reverie about the man who daydreamed about another woman. The things you wished he did to you, he did to Kate. He was hers. So assured, so confident. No doubt in that.

For a fortnight, there you were, stripped of any text backs from him.

You were starting to think you just wanted his attention, which you dont know if you wanted anymore, knowing his attention belonged to Kate. Why would you care so much about him texting you?

But then again, weren’t you two friends?

I’ve done the math

There’s no solution

We’ll never last

Why can’t I let go of this?

Right now, you, broken, needed comfort. May it be fake hope again. Nobody was there to stop you anyway, so in your free time, you started to think of the ways Kate and Javi would have problems with each other.

‘She’s too arrogant sometimes, and he’s really down to earth’

‘She can’t communicate her feelings!’

‘Kate’s one to settle, Javi isn’t’

Of course, you knew it was wrong. Of course it was a bitchy thing to think. But who were you to care right now?

You were hurt, and you needed to feel better to even try and start to get a grip on reality. you didn’t want to rip of the band aid yet.

Not yet.

Even worse, your mind started thinking of ways you and Javi could get together; Kate could leave him in the dark again, she could get into a fight with him…

But nothing made sense - she wouldn’t leave when she looked at him that way… and any fights would be cleared quickly with Javi’s forgiving nature.

He would do anything for her.

All in all, you realized how shitty you were being, and texted Tyler, saying you couldn’t hide from Javi - couldn’t hide from the pain that haunted you. The bright lights of LA looked dull. The sun felt like a false light.

Your world was falling apart, how could the sun be shining when your world was falling apart?

‘Just walk around. Wear something that makes you feel good. Grab some good lunch downtown. Spoil yourself. Act like a damn tourist, I don’t care. Just do anything that reminds you that there’s more to life than Javi’ he wrote.

So I broke my promise

I called you last night

I shouldn’t have, I wouldn’t have

If it weren’t for the sight of a boy who

Looked just like you standing out on Melrose Avenue…

It hurts to be something

It’s worse to be nothing, with you.

Three days later, you sat on the roof of a building. The sun was setting, you looked at the streets below. People were walking - their dogs, their toddlers, and whatnot.

You were so disappointed with yourself. Closing your eyes, you thought back to everything that happened yesterday.

Following Tyler’s advice, you woke up ready to face the day.

Waking up bright and early, you went for a run, saw some pretty things on the way. You found it insane how easy it was to overlook the small things in life.

Coming home, you made breakfast; oatmeal with bananas, almond butter and chocolate chips. You savoured every bite with a smile.

You hopped into the shower, using your favourite body wash. Putting on an outfit, doing your hair and makeup, slipping on your shoes, you left the house, ready to explore the city…

All was going well until sunset.

—

You were walking along the streets of LA, acting like you’d never seen anything like it before. A coffee in hand, you walked confidently down the path, turning a corner to browse a bookstore on Melrose Avenue, when someone caught your eye.

A boy, waiting for the light signal to turn green, who looked exactly like Javi.

You froze.

Suddenly, you didn’t want coffee any more. You didn’t want anything right now but to go home.

—

You rushed home, trying so hard to control your breathing, then stumbling desperately to your room. As soon as your face crashed against the pillows, the soft, gentle fabric a perfect medium to absorb the tears now flowing down your face. You sobbed, curled into a still-bedazzled ball on your bed, hugging yourself, contracting into a fibonacci.

Reaching for your purse, you pulled out your phone, scrolling through your contacts. Through the wet and blurry lens of your tears, you scrolled into the alphabet until you reached the ‘J’ section. The first name was Javi.

Pressing on his name, then the ‘call’ button, you held it to your ear, taking shuddering breaths as you tried calming yourself down. The your phone cooed like a pigeon, signalling his phone, somewhere in Oklahoma, was ringing.

You were clean. Clean for a little over 2 weeks. Clean from his voice ringing in your ears, new words exchanged and whatnot.

But as you held your phone in your hand, crying, watching it reach Javi’s phone, waiting for him to answer, it all felt like a relapse.

Like the feeling of the cool blade on your skin, slicing through, leaving an angry red river in its wake.

The sick, high feeling you get from it - the ecstasy, watching you destroy yourself, finding beauty in the rubble.

Some part of you, the logical part of you was screaming to press the red button. To leave Javi alone. It wasn’t fair for you to reach out first, right? Why would you make a fool out of yourself by calling him? You’re not that desperate for him, are you?

But the hurt, emotional, desperate part of you didn’t, daring him to answer. Just to remind him of your existence. Just this once.

Still fighting the internal battle, you delved deeper into why he didn’t call you yet.

Did Kate tell him everything? Did she finally find out? Did she realize at all about how hurt you were?

The anger only just started to hit you, claiming your brain as a new population to be corrupted, a new host for the parasite, a new fruit to rot.

You were mad. You didn’t know at who. But you decided you were mad at Kate. For dating him. You knew it was wrong to be mad, because you had no claim over Javi, but you were too deep into your anger to actually think of a better way to cope. Suddenly, you were so mad at Kate. So, so mad. Part of you wanted to tear your house down, scream like a mad woman, but you didn’t. Your dwindling self control kept you in check.

Then came the sadness. You were so mad at Kate, but she was so happy right now. She didn’t care or know how your felt right now. how hurt you felt right now. She had Javi. Her Javi. And they were both happy - oh so happy, oh so blissfully unaware of how you felt right now.

They were happy - they were perfectly fine without you. Because they didn’t need you as a friend, not like they did in college - maybe they didn’t back then either, because they had each other. That’s all they needed. Each other was all they needed.

You were so deep into the crevices of your mind, drowning in both pain and relief, you almost didn’t hear your name drenched in Javi’s voice coming from the speaker.

‘[name]?’

—

follow + stay tuned for part three!!

[lavendergalactic]

☆ 　lavender's 5,000 event!

i've just hit 5,000 followers! WHAAT that's crazy! so i'm going to celebrate with an event with fun postitive prompts (cause we all need some postivity rn)

info under cut

☆ 　rules / info !

this event will last from the 14TH NOVEMBER - 22ND NOVEMBER there are only 4 days of prompts but it'll last more than 4 days just incase anyone needs extra time, you can join late too! i don't mind

please @ me & also tag #lavender5k so i can see your submissions!! and also do not be shy to @ me again if you think i didn't see it, i might accidently miss it!

all types of edits will be accepted! graphics, layouts, moodboards / stimboards, psds, buttons, blinkies, stamps, icons, etc as long as you're creative! go wild

☆ 　prompts !

just like our previous events, you'll have two options per day! (you can do both if it fits, or if you just want to)

day 1﹕make a gift for your friend OR ﹕ remake one of your old edits and look at your improvement

day 2﹕make a gift for your younger self (could be your child self or you two years ago, etc it doesnt matter!) OR ﹕experiment with a form of editing you're not used to

day 3﹕make a gift for your sibling / sibling figure (biological or non-biological) OR ﹕ edit a character that makes you insanely happy

day 4﹕make a gift for someone who inspires you lots OR ﹕ edit your favourite character with your friend's favourite character

☆ 　prizes !

if you complete all days you will be entered into a raffle! when the event ends we will pull randomly for 3 winners

it's just me doing these prizes so it will be less than me and locket's previous event :P

☆ 　FIRST PLACE:

2 graphic sets, 1 layout, IMVU badges / shiny buttons (up to 5)

☆ 　SECOND PLACE:

1 graphic set, icon set, IMVU badges / shiny buttons (up to 3)

☆ 　THIRD PLACE:

1 graphic set, IMVU badges / shiny buttons (up to 2)

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[sweetchimera-art]

NEOVEMBER IS HERE

A fanmade* artistic challenge in celebration of Neopets!

This was made for a [Neopets OC server] I run in collaboration with some of the other members but I was told people on Tumblr might enjoy this too! *Not associated with Neopets or TNT. This is unofficial stuff.

For Neovember, enjoy 30 prompts to inspire you to draw something Neopets related daily through the month of November.

There's a mix of prompts and adjectives to choose from to balance options for people who like more or less guidance for challenges like this. You can choose to do one, do both, do neither, or combine 'em. Engage with this art challenge on your own terms and at your own pace. These prompts are intentionally open ended.

See the Read More for all the prompts! Happy Neopetting!

NEOVEMBER PROMPTS

⭐ Week 1

Day 1

Prompt: Your favorite Neopet species and color Adjective: Sleeping

Day 2

Prompt: Redesign your least favorite Neopet species Adjective: Omelette

Day 3

Prompt: Your favorite Petpet or Petpetpet Adjective: Awakening

Day 4

Prompt: Your Neopet as their Petpet or Petpetpet equivalent Adjective: Carnival

Day 5

Prompt: Design a new cursed Chia color Adjective: Wheel

Day 6

Prompt: Design a Paintbrush idea that you would love for TNT to implement Adjective: Running

Day 7

Prompt: An underrated pet color Adjective: Hunting

⭐⭐ Week 2

Day 8

Prompt: Your favorite site or gallery collection item(s) Adjective: Plushie

Day 9

Prompt: An item you wish was wearable Adjective: Fashion

Day 10

Prompt: Your favorite game trophy Adjective: Castle

Day 11

Prompt: Highlight a favorite Customization wearable Adjective: Relaxing

Day 12

Prompt: Your pet's favorite food and drink items or those chosen as monthly freebies Adjective: Eating

Day 13

Prompt: Fashion Fever: What outfit would your pet choose from this Flash game? Adjective: Woods

Day 14

Prompt: Your OC as a shopkeeper. What do they sell? Adjective: Jelly

⭐⭐⭐ Week 3

Day 15

Prompt: Your favorite site NPC Adjective: 8-Bit

Day 16

Prompt: Your favorite Altador Cup team (or player) OR Draw a site NPC you have a rivalry with Adjective: Swimming

Day 17

Prompt: A character from any plot (Ex: Tale of Woe, The Void Within, Faerie's Ruin etc.) Adjective: Faerie

Day 18

Prompt: A character from any site event (Ex: Charity Corner, Festival of Neggs, Daily Dare, etc.) Adjective: Mutant

Day 19

Prompt: Your favorite Faerie Adjective: Hiding

Day 20

Prompt: Your favorite site villain Adjective: Gross

Day 21

Prompt: Your favorite Cheat! player or a character from any Flash game Adjective: Gathering

⭐⭐ Week 4⭐⭐

Day 22

Prompt: Your average experience in the Battledome Adjective: Fuzzle

Day 23

Prompt: Your pet's average stay in the Neolodge Adjective: Stamp

Day 24

Prompt: Your favorite Flash Game Adjective: Space

Day 25

Prompt: Your pet's means of celebrating their (or your) favorite site holiday or event (Ex: Advent Calendar, Charity Corner, Festival of Neggs, etc.) Adjective: Collecting

Day 26

Prompt: Your favorite Neopets Land Adjective: Potion

Day 27

Prompt: Your last random event Adjective: Storing

Day 28

Prompt: SCRUNT. NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Adjective: Battle

⭐⭐ Home Stretch ⭐⭐⭐

Day 29

Prompt: Use a style or medium you don't usually attempt Adjective: Pirate

Day 30

Prompt: Your pet or OC in the Neopets Style Adjective: Celebrating

[daycourtofficial]

Falling in Love on the Fourth Floor - Part 6

Summary: Out of an act of desperation, you move in with a guy you kind of know who happens to have a really hot brother who lives next door.

Author’s note: getting some tension here 👀 and yes the opening scene is inspired by How I Met Your Mother. This ends on a sad note for Azzy Baby so a bit angsty

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Masterlist)

Azriel isn’t surprised as his front door opens to find you bursting through it, as you had texted him about fifteen minutes ago if you could come over and tell him something. You quickly lock the door behind yourself, turning to face himself and Rhysand.

“So you guys know how Cassian and I got drunk last night after dinner,” you start before Rhys cuts you off with his hand. “Please don’t tell me Cass made it three weeks with a female roommate before having sex with her.”

You grimace at him, “ew, no.”

A look passes between Azriel and Rhys, one you can’t quite make out, but Azriel stands a bit straighter after your words.

“As I was saying - we got drunk, and after you guys left, we were walking down to go get donuts from the place on the corner when we passed a tattoo parlor and we went in.”

After the dinner with Mor last night, Feyre dropped the four of you off and you all had congregated into yours and Cassian’s apartment. You were tipsy for most of the night, Rhys and Az had the slightest hint of a buzz, and Cassian was bordering on blackout because he “wanted to take advantage of not doing anything the next day”.

Your mention of a tattoo parlor got their attention very quickly. You start giggling then, jumping up and down at what you have to tell them. You can’t contain your excitement as you blurt out, “Cassian got a tramp stamp and I don’t think he remembers it.”

They both look at you in shocked silence then start laughing. They start asking a million questions - “what is it? What color is it?” After a minute you tell them, “he’s awake and I know he’ll be over any minute - we have to remain calm. You need to see it.”

You turn back, unlocking the door for Cassian. The three of you wait in pained silence until you hear the knob turning, prompting you and Rhys to begin two completely different conversations to fill the silence.

“So like I said she was hot-“

“My professor is a jackass who wouldn’t -“

Cassian walks in, too hungover to notice the conflicting dialogues. He walks in shirtless and you start practically buzzing in excitement. You send warning glares to his brothers, trying to communicate, “please please please you need to see it before you say anything”.

Cassian groans a greeting to you three, walking past the three of you to open the fridge door. As he searches for whatever it is he wants, the three of you crowd behind him to look at the little blue candy heart that says “babygirl” in pink script tattooed just above his ass.

Rhys shoves his fingers in his mouth to keep from laughing and Azriel’s about to break when you slap a hand over his mouth. You all try so hard to keep from laughing, which makes it that much harder to restrain yourselves.

Rhys cracks first, unable to stop himself as he asks, “are you lost, babygirl,” referencing that godsawful 365 Days movie Cassian made you all watch a few days ago.

The three of you lose it, and Azriel collapses to the floor in giggles, taking you with him. From the ground you watch Cassian’s confused brain try to make sense of why you all were laughing so hard when Rhys slaps right where the fresh tattoo lied and Cassian yelps in pain.

“Oh gods, why does that hurt so much?” He stills, running straight for Azriel’s bathroom. The three of you follow, standing outside the door listening for Cassian’s moment of realization. He screams in shock, running back out, pointing a finger at you.

“You did this!”

“Me?” You ask, between giggles, “I think it was you, babygirl.”

That sends Azriel over the edge again, and he starts giggling into your hair.

“I’m getting it removed asap,” Cassian grounds out, storming out the apartment, leaving the three of you to giggle and mock him a bit more.

-

The week goes by in a blur of classes and project work. You don’t see much of Azriel, but the two of you text frequently after sending him that first message about Cassian’s tattoo.

The two of you would send photos of valentine’s hearts to each other, clearly mocking Cassian, asking, “would this look good on my chest?”

You had spent most of the week glued to your phone, waiting for his responses. Feyre even got mad at you when you had dinner at her place on Wednesday because you kept glancing at your phone while she was telling you something.

You began apologizing, telling her about you and Az texting, when her own phone buzzed taking away her attention. You had sat back as her gaze moved to her phone, hands itching to respond to Rhysand.

“Go on,” you told her, “pot calling the kettle back, I see.”

Today was Friday, so you didn’t have any classes, however you did spend the day TAing for several Organic Chemistry labs, the first of which had Rhysand in it. He had offered to drive you to campus, and after dinner with Feyre, you’re wondering if it’s just so he can talk to you about your friend.

You walked into their apartment, ready to meet Rhysand when you were met with a beautiful girl on their couch. She had long blonde hair in a nest braid on her head, and her silver eyes pierced you as you entered the apartment.

You look around, checking that you’re in the right apartment, and offer her a small smile, trying not to look as shocked as you feel as you shut the door behind yourself.

Was Rhys seeing someone?

She tells you, “I’m Nesta,” and you nod, offering her your own name back. She quirks a small smile at that, leaning back in the seat. “Interesting,” she says, “you’re just like Azriel described.” Her eyes roam up and down your body, and her face remains neutral, not giving you any hint of what she sees.

You want to know more about how Azriel had described you, when the man in question comes out of his room and stops at the sight of you talking to Nesta.

“Hey,” he tells you, and you’re too focused on watching him to notice Nesta roll her eyes at how much he had deepened his voice. She starts to say something, and he realizes it, strolling over to give her his notebook to keep her quiet.

The teasing words die on her tongue, replaced by words of gratitude. Azriel breaks eye contact with her to see you’ve started to stand, saying, “I’m gonna go wait outside - uh clearly you have company.”

Azriel looks at you, your face riddled with confusion and something else he can’t quite place.

“No, don’t worry. I was just leaving. I’ll see you tonight?” She asks, turning back to Azriel, “7?”

You wince at the date they’ve made, and Azriel definitely notices. He nods, “yeah, I’ll see you.”

He walks her to the door, before turning back to you, an interesting look on your face.

“She’s uh nice,” you stammer out, heart beating wildly once he shuts the door behind her.

Of course someone as pretty as Azriel needs someone as striking as Nesta. Were you a fool this whole time? To consider he might harbor affections for you? Was all the texting just niceties between neighbors?

“Not to new people she isn’t,” he replies, hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth on his feet.

“She was nice to me,” which makes it ten times harder for you to hate her. Your face flushed with embarrassment at having read this whole situation wrong. You are internally pleading with any force in the universe to make Rhys hurry up so you can bury yourself in shame and embarrassment away from Azriel.

“Well that’s because-“ but the words die on his tongue, as Rhys strolls out of his room, clearly hearing your prayers.

“Oh there you are, come on let’s go,” he tells you, grabbing his bookbag, snapping at you like you’re the problem, “we’re going to be late.”

Azriel’s brows furrow, “where are you two headed off to?”

Rhys smiles, “didn’t you know? She’s my lovely TA for O Chem lab.”

-

Azriel pulled up to the building later that night, hopping off his bike after spending hours with Nesta at the library. She was doing a minor in computer science, so she was taking the same electives as Azriel and they met weekly to do their homework together.

Tonight’s topic for review was all about you and how Nesta is certain that you were jealous of her sitting in his apartment and she was equally certain that any man in a city block would be lining up to ask you out.

“Don’t wait too long, Az,” she had told him as they walked towards the parking lot, mostly empty due to how early it was in the semester and the late hour. “She’s awfully pretty and smart. I’d date her.”

She smirked at Azriel’s disapproving look, thanking him for the notes from yesterday’s lecture.

Nesta’s words ring in his head as he spots you at the door of your building, a little black dress adorning your body. He walks closer, opting to leave his helmet on, eyes glued to how the dress covers your curves, and it takes a moment to realize that you’re with someone.

And not just anyone.

A guy. Some guy. Some guy that wasn’t himself.

Fuck, he thinks.

Did he have it all wrong? Were you seeing someone - responding to his texts because of pity? You had been so nice - were you just this nice to everyone? The subtle touches, the quick glances, did he make them all up?

He hadn’t thought much of your lack of communication today - you had told him previously that Fridays are a busy day for you, but now he knows you likely spent the afternoon getting ready for this date.

He keeps the helmet on as he walks past, not even hearing your conversation with the guy. He tries to keep himself from being noticed as he walks right past you, the scent of vanilla and flowers hitting him. He walks through the lobby, straight into the waiting elevator.

His fingers stay pressed on the button that leads to your floor, moving to stay pressed on the “close doors” button. He can’t stomach the sight of you two, and he certainly can’t stomach sharing an elevator with you two, forced into making small talk with your date.

His thoughts whirl and swirl with the texts you had been exchanging all week since you all had dinner together as he leans his helmeted head against the closed elevator doors. Jokes shared between you two into the odd hours of the night.

He couldn’t remember the last time he had stayed up texting someone, not wanting to go to sleep for fear of ending the conversation. He thought he had even heard you laughing through the wall at his dumb jokes. He had even fallen asleep while waiting for your response last night, his phone unlocked next to his face to your chain of texts the first thing he saw that morning.

The doors to the elevator open and he walks to his apartment, unlocking the door, and trudging into his room. He pulls off his helmet, chucking it somewhere in his room. He replaces it with his headphones, cranking the volume up as loud as it will go, to drown out any noise that could filter in from the apartment next door.

[allwaswell16]

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[matcha-bean12]

Chosoyuki week day 7: No curses Au

Collab with a lovely person who wrote the fic “about blood and tramp stamps” because their newest chapter fits into prompt no 7

This was very fun i hope yall love it ^_^

[pr3ttyf4wn]

A hot new couple has dropped in the mushroom circle..!

Werewolf!matt x Pixie!reader.

Werewolf!Matt ੈ✩‧₊˚☾

Working out, basketball, outdoors-y, 'gnawing', love bites, running, cut off shirts, moonlight, metal music, gold jewelry, shaggy hair, lopsided smiles, woodworking, pinewood cologne, sleeve of tattoos and smiley faces on his v-line, likes the rustic vibe of cabins, loves bonfires, Metallica.

"You're a mythic bitch, Pix."

Pixie!Reader *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

Dancing, gardening, earth tones, alex g, funky jewelry, silk dresses, ballet flats, ribbons, hair always in ringlets, childish, smells like a rose garden, very creative, fashion, messy space buns, deer, patch work designs, 5 tattoos- stars outlining her left boob, a flower/vine tramp stamp,one on her rib that says "made out of crushed little stars", a dragonfly on her stomach, a tattoo of a paw print on her thigh, and a tattoo on her arm that says "Snap out of it.", Kimya Dawson, Musicals.

"Same for you, Wolf Boy."

a pr3ttyf4wn scroll ☆

Romans tib-bits ! Please please send in asks abt them I'm so open to prompts, blurbs, headcanons, ideas, 'reactions', anything! I love them and I really hope you love them too!!!

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