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[lxdymoon0357]

Hi! Hi! Hi!

Sovieshu x reader(+Glorym) Rashta di*d while giving birth to Glorym, leaving Glorym to Sovieshu, Sovieshu and reader met each other love at first sight, reader becomes the "mother" of glorym

English isnt my first language so forgive me if its confusing😔

You can ignore this if you wish to:D

~K

(NOOOOOOOOOOO....MY POOOOOKKKIEEEEE!!! Ian is also there for the emtional love~ I'd love to see the look on Kiki's face when she gets the notification for this @ladykir4)

© Writing belongs to me, Lxdymoon0357. Do not plagiarize, but reblogging, liking and commenting is deeply appreciated.

Chocolate Cheeks!

◈ Of-course Rashta's death affected Sovieshu, considering his daughter was left to him completely who he wasn't sure how to take care of..ad with Rashta's wishes, Sovieshu had to get Ian back from Libetti Rimwell, before leaving them as they want..so two infants to take care of, it wasn't easy...no, on top of that, being an emperor took a toll on Sovieshu.

◈ But surprisingly, he met you at one of Ian's banquet, with the rumor that Ian was hidden due to bad health like Rashta, as he took care of both the children..But of-course as fate would have it, Ian ran and hid in a gorgeous person's arms and from there..Sovieshu got a new spouses, YOU!

◈ Of-course, you'd have to take care of the children a bit, despite them being illegitimate, with a newborn Gloreym and Ian and he felt so much better, Of-course Rashta holds a place in his heart..but You have your own place.

◈ He would compare you at times to Rashta, but reminds himself you both are different people and honestly you're happy to have him heal a bit. Days are often spend with lavish gifts, cuddling with the two babies who coo and babble to you 24/7 and seeing the two bond weirdly close.

◈ God the two have the chubbiest cheeks wit the most contagious laughs, no wonder Rashta was easily loved, you'd realize. As you'd comfort one of the babies in the middle of the night after one of them woke up crying, waking the other too while Sovieshu's comforting the other inside the room.

◈ The kids cling to you, nothing's off limits. Seriously, even as growing up, the two cling to you and you'd try to tell them about Rasta as much as you'd be able to if you were close with her, the public's opinion and stuff. Sovieshu always smiles, seeing you and the two together.

◈ Another thing is, Sovieshu gets a bit petty when he doesn't get enough attention, so aside from children, you have an emperor clinging to you as well, good luck. But all three are cute, so you're lucky.

◈ With a Sovieshu comes great responsibilities and that comes in the form of hyperactive cuties with fluffy silverish-blonde hair and adorable faces who look like angels who have an obsession with shiny things like little crows, as they continue to cling to your dresses and follow you everywhere like little ducklings.

◈ Sovieshu adores children, as it was stated in the novel somewhere, and so I do think that maybe after Ian and Gloreym grow a few years older and become more manageable, he'd like to have more children with you, one that looks like you now! Your hair colour, your smile or even your temper, s the world could see his love even as years passed, like they saw his love for Rashta through Ian and Gloreym.

◈ He showers you with incredible gifts and always makes sure you enjoy yourself aside from caring for his kids, he didn't want you to go through the depressing motions of taking care of children that Rashta suffered briefly after the rumors of Gloreym not being his daughter...and you settle well into your role as an empress if you take up the position.

◈ Overall he's an incredibly person who adores you and keeps you safe in his heart, though Rashta occupies a bit f it, you also share it with her, and you did not mind it as Sovieshu moves on and it sometimes feels like Rashta also moves on with her afterlife of the breeze as if someone is happily running with ribbons in their hair..

[green-alien-turdz]

i want you to go over each and every small character detail you add and explain i love your mind and your art dude no homo

Okay, here we go

STAN: Peace sign pin on his hat n sometimes wears preachy shirts about environmentalism bcuz he's an ecofag. He has faint old scars on his arms n thighs cuz he used to cut. He's often covered in bruises bcuz the CD shows are tightly packed n he will inevitably get hit at least once.

KENNY: Covered in shit load of scars bcuz dead as hell. He's missin a visible top tooth bcuz it got cracked as shit n asked the gang to pull it out for him, which they very poorly did. While he doesn't care about havin nice clothes, he likes comedy shirts bcuz he'll lose his mind if he can't make someone at least chuckle.

CARTMAN: Stretch marks bcuz he a big bitch. His hair is the exact same bcuz he got so used to it as a kid n now has anxiety about changin it (he will never admit this). He also likes wearin funny shirts bcuz Kenny got him goin on that. Bro also wears tight or more showin clothin when he feels cuz he couldn't give less of a shit about how other view his body.

KYLE: Mouth scars from Human Centipad (he just kinda ignores the scars now. He couldn't come to terms with them, so he just numbed himself to them), sh scars bcuz that bitch ain't well. Jewfro in full bloom as he just doesn't care n he REALLY needs to take better care of it bcuz it's so matted. CD shirt 95% of the time bcuz it's like his #1 comfort item.

MARJORINE (or Butters if we're goin by show name): She keeps her hair at that very specific length bcuz it's long enough to where she feels more feminine, but short enough to where her parents don't suspect anything (but gettin allowed to grow it that long took a lot of convincing). He eye left eye is scarred n not able to move much due to the throwin star incident (she is blind in that eye). She does have old sh scars from middle school when she had to come to terms with bein trans n she was extremely confused n conflicted about all of it. She likes wearin skirts bcuz it makes her feel more feminine, but has to get dressed once out in public, so it's somethin she can quickly get on and off if need be.

IKE: Long hair/mullet adjacent bcuz he is just likin the look right now n after Sheila made him keep his hair short for majority of his childhood, he's just kinda feelin out different things. I gave him freckles bcuz in Cartman Get's an Anal Probe, Kyle calls him a 'freckly kid'. Bro got them glasses bcuz he grew up on the computer. His front tooth is cracked n brown bcuz he n Kyle were wrestlin n Ike hit a table. And while it's not completely uncommon for people to start growin facial hair in middle school, Ike started to bcuz Canadians hit puberty earlier.

KAREN: She has a birth mark on the left side of her face (did this in placement for the weird maybe dirt stain she has in the show). Her hair is long n all over the place bcuz she doesn't really brush her hair (you can blame Kenny for the influence) n she cuts it herself but is not too great at layering. Growin up impoverished n around the ideologies that Stan n CD always talks about made her rather angry in the sphere of politics n human rights, so she is very vocal about her opinions of the shit she sees (which is why she always writes shit on her clothes). She can also sometimes be seen wearin a rasta coloured beanie, which was Kevin's before he died.

CRAIG: Usually wearin his work hoodie (Fagoccini's Pizzaria) bcuz mf doesn't care to put in effort outside of that seein as he works so much. Bro wears a similar hat to the one he did as a kid bcuz it brought him a lot of comfort, n now that his hairline is recedin n he's baldin a lil bit at 18, he wears it bcuz he's a lil insecure. He doesn't give a shit that his teeth a crooked n gapped cuz it doesn't effect shit, but he does have a bit of an underbite that pisses him off bcuz he swears up n down that's what makes his voice sound so nasally.

TWEEK: Hair all fuckin wild bcuz he cuts it himself, n loses patience quickly n starts choppin. He also has white streaks in his hair which started appearing after his parents got arrested n durin his very long detox (from the stress of the info and on his body cuz of the dependency). He's got scratches all over his face n body from stress scratchin, meltdowns, n a few mishaps here n there. Bro also got sh scars bcuz bro got a lotta shit that went down n his brain chemistry is FUCKED.

WENDY: She cuts her hair short bcuz she wants to have a more androgynous appearance, but is still very confident with bein feminine n shit like that. When she started to become more human rights n social justice oriented, she started to get into boxing (as well as wrestling in school). She thought it would be a good to know how to fight if it came down to it. Plus she could already kick ass before, n she just thought it would be best to hone that ability.

BEBE: Started changin quite a bit after she had a whole moment of thinkin that she would turn out exactly like her mom (she has nothin wrong with her, just doesn't want that life). While she's still into things like cheer, she also started lookin into things that weren't what she was used to. She ended up findin Pink Flamingos, n became obsessed with Divine ever since. She dyes her cuz she feels better with it. n while she still does her makeup conventionally, she likes doin a more dark colour palet.

CLYDE: He's just Clyde. Dude's appearance didn't change that much bcuz he didn't change much. Some mfs just kinda be like that.

TOLKEIN: His mom suggested he try different hairstyles to be more connected with his culture bcuz he was havin a moment where he felt a lil blah bein the only Black dude his age in the area. He doesn't do upkeep as much as he should though, so things are a lil messy, but he doesn't see a problem as workin on the farm makes everythin messy so much faster anyway.

JIMMY: Bro just dresses casually. He doesn't really care about clothes or shit bcuz he can get people's attention with his comedy. Ladies man as fuck

HENRIETTA: Always has the best outfits bcuz she got into sewin so that she could start makin shit that she specifically wanted. She has a few tattoos- some are stick n pokes she did with her friends, others her mom signed off on when she was still under 18. She tries to ward people off with her makeup, which works rather well in South Park. She has both old sh scars from her emo moment (where she was just doin it cuz that's what she was told emo's did), n ones from later on where she was just feelin super empty n couldn't find a way to romanticize it like done previously.

FIRKLE: He's still in middle school so he doesn't go AS out there with his fashion bcuz he doesn't have the in-school support of his friends anymore. But still does dramatic makeup which he gets in trouble for all the time.

MICHAEL: Simple clothes that he's comfortable in, but not so simple that he feels like he's conforming. Pierced his ears up n down bcuz he was told he couldn't. Pierced his own eyebrow 3 different times bcuz it keeps growin out. Knee brace due to arthritis, unfortunately. A shit load of sh scars bcuz he always tries to act so stoic n unbothered around everyone else, that it led to him breaking down all the time in private bcuz he wasn't allowin himself to feel things.

/\ They have a matchin stick n poke 'nevermore' tattoo bcuz they thought it'd be pretty dope n they wanted to connect themselves with eachother via blood usin the same needle (don't do that, it's not great to get other people's blood in ya) \/

PETE: Dude's mom is extremely supportive of him bein goth, so much so that she was the one dyin his hair as a kid bcuz he asked. He has a very specific style that he likes n sometimes he goes through his grandpa's old shit to find stuff to wear (usually altering it to be more dark in appearance).

(There are others I have designs for, but bcuz I haven't posted them much, imma just stop here.)

Enjoy this fuckin novel, bro. Thank you. And I'm sorry, but I'm a full homo kind of guy

[mewhenimanangel]

moon river, miles morales x reader

pairing: earth 42!miles morales x spider!reader

synopsis: you go out patrolling after making up with miles. you planned to hangout the next day, but plans change…

wc: 3.0k

warnings!: swearing, violence, slight gory details, death, google translate spanish

nia’s ౨ৎ notes: bye cause why was i crying while writing this. there’s going to be another chapter after this, lemme know if you want to be tagged!

prev ♱, fin ♱

it'd been a week since you found out about miles' secret identity. you've been ignoring his texts, calls, you even locked your bedroom window. you weren't sure if you were overreacting, maybe you were a tiny bit but then again: he's killed people and tried to kill you. but on the other hand he didn't know it was you.

but you were forced to see him again when your mom invited him and rio over for dinner, damn them for being friends. you dressed in some black sweatpants and a bunny t shirt.

you were lolling on the couch when someone knocked at the door. "n/n go answer the door!" your mom called out, finishing up in the kitchen. your nerves grew the closer you got to the door, you took a deep breath before swinging it open.

"hola, cariño" rio greeted pulling you in for a hug. you looked over her shoulder to see miles staring back at you, hopeful smile on his face. "you haven't been over in a while, i've missed you" she said taking off her shoes, miles doing the same.

"oh you know, just been a little busy" you coughed looking at miles. "oh well come by soon" she said rubbing your shoulders. she walked away to say hi and chat with your mom, leaving you and miles to stand around awkwardly. your heart ached, it'd never been like this before.

"miles!" nas ran up to hug him. "yoo nas what's up lil man" he gave him their usual handshake. "missed you" nas said. "missed you too lil man." he continued "you're not the only one i've missed" he said quietly, making you look at him. you were gonna open your mouth to say something but your mom called out and told you to come eat.

you sat down between miles and nas, getting a plate of rasta pasta with shrimp and broccoli. "missed your food ms l/n" miles said shoveling his food down his throat. "yeah why you ain't coming around no more, you're here almost every damn day." your mom said giving you two a knowing look. "wha-" you were about to say before she interrupted you "don't think i don't hear him come through that damn window" she smirked, nudging rio's shoulder, her laughing.

you and miles looked at each other before looking back down. "anyways yeah where you been miles? y'all okay?" she asked again. you looked at him for a moment before answering "u-uh yeah we're okay." he looked at you with a gladexpression, smiling to himself.

after dinner your mom poured some wine for her and rio, nas went to bed, and you and miles sat in your room. you didn't say anything to each other, just glancing every few seconds.

he was the first to speak up "listen princesa, i-i don't know what to do. when my dad died i really got lost in everything, i found out my uncle was working as the prowler and his reasoning seemed valid. so i figured why not help out my mom a little bit and do that too. we began working together and completing whatever tasks we had to. i-i didn't want to kill those people y/n" he began tearing up. you walked over to him, holding his face and rubbing your thumb along his cheek.

"i am not a murderer. i did what i had to do to provide, i don't like doing what i do, i hate it. but y/n i never ever meant to hurt you. i would kill myself if you ever got hurt. my heart hurts knowing that i was involved in you getting hurt" his lips quivered and you pulled him into a hug, letting him cry into your shoulder.

"i love you so much mi vida, you're my light" he whispered wrapping his arms around you, holding tight. he kissed you and you just let him "i love you too" you whispered against his lips.

"but..miles i'm not going to stop being spider-girl. i cant, not when there's people out there in need" you sighed. "okay." he paused for a moment before continuing "but i cant just stop being the prowler. pin'll come after me for sure" he sighed. "well then what do we do?" you asked flopping down on your bed.

he moved to sit next to you "i don't know, but i know i love you and i'm never letting you go."he said in a low voice, reaching for your hand. "miles, rio is ready to go" your mom told him, walking into the room. "okay. i’ll come over tomorrow, good night, princesa" he said pecking your lips before he got up. "g'night" you said back, trying to hide your quavering voice.

♱

later that night you snuck out your window to do some patrolling. you swung by buildings looking for any sign of kingpin or his meddling, but there was no sign of him. it was calm, too calm.

your spider senses went off, but not quick enough before you were struck in the side of your stomach with a sharp object. you lost your footing, and stumbled a little bit falling to the ground not before shooting a few webs to break your fall.

you looked down at where you were hit and saw a big knife sticking from the side of you. you groaned, trying to get up to see who had attacked you. suddenly there was a loud thud, kingpin landing down from the rooftop you just fell from.

"isn't this a sight for sore eyes" he chuckled, moving closer to you. you tried to get up but the pain from the stab pinned you down. "god i've been waiting to see you like this since the moment you made your fucking debut" he mocked the last word. he moved over top of you, bending down to hold the knife.

"guess if you want something done you have to do it yourself" he growled, twisting the knife around your insides. you screamed out in pain, bloodcurdling screams echoing back at you. you tasted your metallic like blood pool into your mouth, choking on it.

you fought as hard as you could to push him off. throwing weak punches at his face, your advanced strength still packing some heat though. he pinned your arms above your head with one hand, using the other to press the knife further into you. "you got nothing to say?" he mockingly whined

"it was stupid to try and fight against me. guess those spider powers aren't any match for a genius like me" he gloated. you spat blood right into his eye, making him take his arm off you for a second. you moved a bit before he was then thrown off of you, slamming into the wall of the building on your left. you looked to see who helped you and you were met with the prowler, miles.

he reached down and helped you up off the ground, holding you in his arm. "y/n go! you can't stay here like this" he said in his distorted prowler voice. "no i'm not gonna leave you to fight alone. i can help, im fine" you groaned. "no mi amor, go. now!" he said, moving you as kingpin got back up.

"prowler when i told you to keep her out the way i didn't mean go all fucking soft for her. what the hell are you doing?!" pin growled throwing a punch at miles, him dodging it. he threw his arm to claw at kingpin, cutting through his clothes into his skin. pin yelled out in pain holding his chest, stepping back.

miles jumped up and knocked him on the head making him fall to the ground. he stepped over him delivering blow after blow before kingpin grabbed him by the neck and threw him off him. he got up and swiftly moved over to miles choking him up against the wall. you got up and swung up to the side of the building before jumping down to kick pin off him, sending him to the ground again.

"princesa, i told you to stay out of it! you're bleeding out!" he scolded you. "miles i'm not gonna let you get hurt-" you were interrupted by the sound of a gunshot, looking to your side you saw kingpin holding a gun pointed directly at miles. your mouth fell agape seeing the dark liquid soak through miles' chest.

kingpin got up from the ground, heaving and groaning in pain. just then a car pulled up and the man in the driver’s seat yelled out “pin come on! it’s cops coming!” kingpin knew he couldn’t be seen around this, it’d be too suspicious so he ran back to the car "i'll deal with you later." he growled, them driving off.

miles fell forward into your arms and you rest him onto the ground, kneeling beside him. "miles! miles, no!" you said grabbing his face. "mi amor, im so so sorry, for everything." he coughed, reaching out to hold your face, wiping the tears from your cheek. "i am so sorry i wasn't who you thought i was, but please promise me that you'll keep going. continue helping everybody. continue being the light for everyone that you were for me. i promised to always love you and i always will." he pulled you down to give you a kiss. "and will you tell my mom i'm sorry? i never wanted to let you guys down" he whispered

"you didn't miles, you didn't." you cried rubbing the hand that was holding your cheek. he smiled at you "i love you, mi vida" he whispered. "forever." you said at the same time, you pressed your head down to his giving him one last kiss. you felt him pause and you looked at him "miles? miles?" you whispered watching as the life in his eyes faded away. you cried out shaking as you held his hand.

you heard sirens growing closer to you and panicked. you couldn't let them see him like this "i won't let the world paint you as a monster miles. my sweet sweet boy." you whispered, giving him one last kiss. frantically taking off any of the gear that would make him recognizable as the prowler, you left him in a blood stained t shirt and pants. an officer came running down the alley way and you swung to the top of a building.

so here you were, swinging back to your apartment, prowler mask and gloves in hand, knife twisted in your guts bleeding out with tears blurring your vision.

you forgot you'd locked your window, so you rushed up the stairs of your building, pounding on your apartment door.

your mom opened the door, face dropping seeing the state you were in. "y-y/n?" she pulled you into the house wrapping you in her arms. "mommy, m-miles is dead!" you wailed into her shoulders, blood staining her pink robe. you poured your heart out, telling her everything. the fact that you're spider-man and miles is, was, the prowler. the fight you just had with kingpin, everything. she held you in her arms as you two dropped to the floor crying together.

♱

you were currently in your mirror, tending to the cast that wrapped your torso. your black dress laid out on the bed, black heels laid next to it, it was a dress miles had bought for you so it felt right to wear it . your mom came into the room to do your hair. you were getting ready for the day you never even imagined having to get ready for - miles' funeral. it's been five days since he passed away that fateful night.

"are you ready?" she asked holding you close. "u-uh yeah i just need to get dressed." you replied, holding back tears you felt like you've been holding back for days. "no baby, i mean are you ready?" she asked. "no." you whispered. but then again who would ever be ready to bury their best friend, the love of their life.

she held you for a moment before breaking away "we have to go baby, you can't be late" she whispered giving you a kiss on the forehead. you nod your head biting your lip with anxiousness.

you got dressed and went out to the living room, nas running up to hug you "m'sorry n/n" he whispered into your side. when nas had found out the next morning that miles was gone he cried into your mom's chest, miles was like a brother to him and he looked up to him so much.

your heart broke all over again when you had to visit rio. the police called her and told her that her son was found shot dead in an alleyway. when you knocked on her door she was a mess.

you told her that you were spider-man and everything that happened with king pin, deciding to leave out the part where her son was the prowler. "rio i am so so sorry. i-i feel like this is all my fault. i swore i would always be there for him and and i-" she interrupted you "and you were cariño, it warms my heart knowing you were there with him in his last moments." she smiled "that boy loves you so much. he always talked about you no matter what. when jeff died, it was so refreshing to see him smiling and laughing again. he always said he would love you with everything he had, until his very last breath. and i guess he did." she chuckled wiping the tears from her eyes.

you reached an arm out to hug her, your heart aching for her. she lost her husband and now she'd lost her baby.

you stepped into the limo, mila and serenity already there with their parents. you sat in between them and they hugged you the entire car ride to the funeral home.

when you entered, you saw rio with her sister at a table going over things. she looked over and saw you enter, smiling and giving you a small wave. you looked around and saw his beautiful brown skin, brown eyes and pearly white smile plastered on a big canvas next to the white wooden casket, flowers gathered on top of it. a bouquet shaped like a heart with pink flowers sat by it, that was your addition.

the service went along smoothly. the home was filled with people miles would talk to at school, a few of your friends who came to console you, and his family. you sat in the front row with rio, aaron, nas and your mom. the preist led prayers and condolences, then aaron went to give a eulogy, your leg was bouncing frantically knowing you were up next.

when it was your turn your mom squeezed your hand and gave you a sorrowful expression, trying to tell you it would be okay. you walked up behind the podium, placing the letter you wrote atop it. you cleared your throat, placed the microphone in front your face and began.

"hello i'm y/n l/n, miles' girlfriend. i met miles in the fourth grade when we were nine and eight years later, i love him every bit the same. maybe not the same actually, my love for you has only grown everyday. for all the smiles you gave me i never imagined you would cause me this many tears" your voice broke. "i never even imagined the day i would have to write this. i have loved you ever since i met you. i loved being around you, whether it was being wrapped up in my blankets watching gossip girl, or the random dates you would take me on, or climbing into my window at night so my mom wouldn't see you" you giggled looking over at her.

"seeing your face was the highlight of my days. and my heart is in a visceral ache knowing i will never get to see you again" you continued, choking on your words. "since you died it's like everything i've done is just a reminder that i'm living without you. it's such a surreal feeling losing such a beautiful soul like you, someone who always knew how to make me happy. i've been crying into my pillows every night holding on to the teddy bear you bought me wishing you would randomly appear on my bed and hold me and tell me it was all just some sick joke. but i know that won't happen, because you're gone, but you forever live on in my heart" you said softly, fiddling with the promise ring on your finger.

"i hope that in some other universe, you're alive and you're safe and we're on a date, we're on your favorite rides at coney island. we're on a boat rowing through the central park lake. we're in your room, me forcing you to do my beauty routine with me" you smiled. "so this isn't necessarily a goodbye, more of a thank you for all the sweet things you left in my home, my head and my heart." you finished, walking back to your seat.

“oh baby, i’m sure he’s watching over us right now” rio said holding your arms. you nodded your head and smiled before sitting down, resting your head on your mom’s shoulder. rio made her way up to say what she needed to and you swore you had tissues to your face through out the entire speech, by the time she walked back down you were lightheaded.

everybody made their way outside to the graveyard, standing around the grave that was dug. the priest said a few words before they lowered his casket into the ground. you absolutely broke down seeing him being lowered into the ground, throwing a red rose and your eulogy letter atop the casket as they began covering it with dirt.

when the reception ended and everyone ate and shared stories of their lives with miles, everyone was given a balloon to release for him. you held a heart and one shaped with the initial ‘M’.

serenity and mila wrapped their arms around each of yours as everyone released them. you heard an array of “we love you miles!” “goodbye miles!” from everyone. “goodbye miles, i love you. forever.” you smiled, letting your balloons go.

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[dancingcatsta]

You guys have to know, I am a big fan of both Florence + The Machine, as well as solo of Florence Welch. In 2022, she released her best album (Okay, her second best, the best is How x 3) - „Dance Fever.” Probably the greatest record ever made.

And when I heard for the very first time, „We argue in the kitchen about whether to have children and about the world ending, and the scale of my ambition” it took me over a month to get over how much it reminds me of Dancing Rasta.

„You need to go to war to find material to sing. I am no father, I am no groom, I am king and I need my golden crown of sorrow, my bloody sword to swing. My empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology I am no father, I am no groom, I am king.”

While we are at it (thanks for reading!) I was just getting into the franchise and the day after I finished the album, I was watching for the first time episode I hate probably the most - The Crunch. „I was never as good as I always thought I was, but I knew how to dress it up. I was never satisfied, it never let me go. Just dragged me by my hair and back on with the show.”

I truly believe she is one of the greatest lyricists ever. Her writing is always so moving and Dancing Rasta, in fact, is the king. But, if you look at it from another perspective, it could be assigned to El Matador.

[journeyofobjects]

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[solipseismic]

2023 poetry rec list

technically a day late but who cares! i don't. it's gonna be a long one this year too despite not having read or written as much poetry as of late; i'm putting my overall fifteen favorite + poetry book recs up here and the rest below a cut to spare your dashboards :)

2022

2021

books:

calling a wolf a wolf (kaveh akbar)

cinema of the present (lisa robertson)

dictee (theresa hak kyung cha)

pilgrim bell (kaveh akbar)

prelude to bruise (saeed jones)

the crown ain't worth much (hanif abdurraqib)

top 15:

abecedarian requiring further examination of anglikan seraphym subjugation of a wild indian reservation (natalie diaz)

about eight minutes of light (robert king)

at luca signorelli's resurrection of the body (jorie graham)

ginen the micronesian kingfisher [i sihek] (craig santos perez)

gods, gods, powers, lord, universe-- (chen chen)

kupu rere kē (alice te punga somerville)

look (solmaz sharif)

ode to the 9,000 year old woman (@/goodbyevitamin)

one art (elizabeth bishop)

petitioning the patron saint of childbirth (danielle boodoo-fortuné)

so mexicans are taking jobs from americans (jimmy santiago baca)

the death loop (jon lovett)

the difficult miracle of black poetry in america: something like a sonnet for phillis wheatley (june jordan)

the madwoman as rasta medusa (shara mccallum)

vocabulary (safia elhillo)

& the gun echoed for centuries; interlude with drug of course; & the light devours us all (yasmin belkhyr)

a brother named gethsemane (natalie diaz)

a map to the next world (joy harjo)

between autumn equinox and winter solstice, today (emily jungmin yoon)

cherish this ecstasy (david james duncan)

coffins (derick thomson)

conflict resolution for holy beings (joy harjo)

failing and flying (jack gilbert)

ginen tidelands [latte stone park] [hagåtña, guåhan] (craig santos perez)

how to be a dog (andrew kane)

i love you to the moon & (chen chen)

i'm sorry birds (@/quezify)

insomnia and the seven steps to grace (joy harjo)

i was sleeping where the black oaks move (louise erdrich)

i watch her eat the apple (natalie diaz)

moth wings and other things (@/grendel-menz)

my father (ollie schminkey)

my soldier, my stranger (scherezade siobhan)

new year's day (joan tierney)

october (louise glück)

praise song for oceania (craig santos perez)

praise the rain (joy harjo)

real estate (richard siken)

sharing a cigarette with joan of arc (dante emile)

song of the anti-sisyphus (chen chen)

table (edip cansever, transl. richard tillinghast)

tear it down (jack gilbert)

temporary job (minnie bruce pratt)

the blue dress (saeed jones)

the lesson of the moth (don marquis)

the universe, as in one last song for the lonely hearts (michelle hulan)

throwing children (ross gay)

untitled (joan tierney)

voices (naomi shihab nye)

when i die i want your hands on my eyes (pablo neruda)

why i am not coming in to work today (jess zimmerman)

wolf moon (nina maclaughlin)

yes, it was the mountain echo (william wordsworth)

[redheadgleek]

2023 review - knitting

Here’s some of the pics of my knitting projects for the year:

Anne/Diana/Gilbert dolls (from Anne of Green Gables):

These took me nearly two years to complete – I basically knit Anne twice because my knitting gauge had changed so much in that time. I have to redo Gilbert’s hair (the mohair I bought was poorly dyed and not all of it is black), but I love them so much. I knit all of the bodies and knit all of the clothes (except for the petticoats and the buttons).

I added a “petticoat” of lace to her dress because her dress was so short. Her hair has already lost the curls.

Aren’t those braids the sweetest? I’ve started making Kurt and Blaine dolls (from glee) and have visions of Mulder and Scully and all of the hobbits and ….

Orchid and Gold Poppins scarf:

This was knit from a yummy alpaca/tencel/linen blend and it’s so soft. I love how the colors migrated over the scarf. I gave this one to my mom for Mother’s Day. I’m tempted to buy more and make one for me because it is so lovely.

Grandpa sweater:

Super bulky, soft warm yarn – I’ve bought several skeins of it over the last few years when stores have gone out of business and decided to destash and make my first sweater – I used 8 skeins, plus some remnants. It knit up pretty quickly, because it was so bulky and it’s very warm. If I were to redo it, I would extend the sleeves a few more rows and shift the pockets over.

Christmas scarves:

I’ve been slowly making scarves for my Plethora girlfriends. Made again with Rasta, because it’s so soft and luxurious, and I’ve been trying out different stitches and patterns for each one.

The blue and purple ones have been blocked, I just need to sew in the ends; the red one has not. I have yarn for 2 more scarves.

[sahara-solaris-solace]

Angst scenes of Yandere Miko Chen, happen in the headcanons I wrote. (Food For Thought)

(What If what happened in Intro of Food For Thought just happen to be a prediction of what happen in your dream and you subtly decided to prevent a larger scale fight)

You gasped as you slowly blinked your eyes before you realized you were facing the white tablecloth.

You sat up properly to find yourself in a lavish event for the Super League.

Ooh, how could you forget????

The Super League was unable to reschedule for last season’s award ceremony earlier so it was fixed by the end of this season, with only 2 months left before the final…

You shivered over the thought of the food ravaging as all the sophisticated public figures vented out their pent up anger, all thanks to Skarra.

Shakes may be your best friend but you were not one of those blinded sided friend who worshipped Shakes to the feet but… but…

You were there to see Skarra instigate most of the fights. It pained you when the others ( except Dancing Rasta, Eagle Eye and Coach ) usually blame Shakes for the mess he did not even do.

Shakes hardly talks about Skarra and you did not press him. It was obvious the matter is too personal and you respected his decision.

“I don’t blame you for falling asleep. I was about to stuff my mouth with more lobsters..”, you heard Shakes voice as you turned to see he leaned his back on his seat while folding his arms in boredom. You could only shook your head as you took a sip on a Sprite.

Rob Rawson began the main event with mentioning the nominees.

Miko Chen bowed his head when his name being mentioned. His altruistic nature even amazed you, despite his incessant pleas for reconciliation until now.

You closed your eyes and heard a plop. You opened your left eye to see a spinach being thrown at Shakes. Most of the Supa Strikas were engrossed with the events but you noticed it.

It happened in this dream of yours, of course…

You noticed Shakes tried to ignore it but it became incessant. You rolled your eyes in annoyed but made it oblivious to Skarra as he probably thought you were whining in the award event.

You closed your eyes as you knew you had to take a drastic approach to prevent a massacre to occur.

You made it look like you wanted to talk to Eagle Eye beside you when a burger is being smashed on your face.

You heard Skarra gasped in pure shock.

Sauces, cheese and meat being smeared on your face and dropped on your dress, ruining your attire.

Dingaan and Automatic laughed heartily when Dooma cluelessly asked “Do you have a beef with her?”

That does it. You heard Coach slowly got up from his seat as he calmly declared in a dark look. “Supa Strikas.”

“ATTACK!!!!!”

In turn, all Supa Strikas minus you and Eagle Eye began in a war fight but unlike in your dream, the Super League Disciplinary Board can conclude both teams NOT just Shakes and Skarra.

You watched in shock as the table had been flipped and both the deadly nemesis charged over their pent up anger as Eagle Eye shielded you in his arms under the table as he wiped your face with a new handkerchief which was smeared with sauces and tears. You felt like dying over the sudden brutality of IU actions.

A small price to pay to ensure Shakes did not instigate the fight that led the ENTIRE clubs to join the pointless fight.

You heard the doors opened to hear angry footsteps marched to the commotion as you heard IU screams of demanding to be let go with Vince shouting at them.

“NONE OF THIS WILL HAPPEN IF SHAKES DID NOT EXTEND HIS HAND!!! SKARRA HAD BEEN A NIGHTMARE EVER SINCE!!!!!”

You heard gasps. Unbelievable!!!

You tried your very best to be civil with IU, believe it, there are times where you felt the need to slaughter them, especially the stunts they pulled at Dancing Rasta last season that cause you all to lose in semi finals due to their maliciousness.

You became numb as you stared at the floor in such despair while Eagle Eye kept shielding you in his arms all the while you tried to gather your thoughts on what just happened.

You heard silence before two hands lifted the table, to reveal Uragiri and Belmont had been the one helping, that was flipped under you and Eagle Eye, who let go of his arms.

You heard rushed footsteps as you never felt that degraded before as you quickly bolted out of the hall and locked yourself in the bathroom, in the end side of the hall before you finally cried.

………

The Award Ceremony had been halted for a few minutes to clear up the messes as some Super League agents interrogated Eagle Eye over the entire commotion.

“Skarra had been the one who kept tossing food at Shakes. I subtly noticed it but knowing the gravity of impulsiveness, decided to stay silent.”

The agents nodded as one of them mentioned Skarra shouted wanted to toss the food at Shakes, not you.

The Super League Disciplinary Board decided to proceed with the event in condition no one reminded you and Eagle Eye over the dreaded commotion.

They let you two to keep attending to represent Supa Strikas.

Eagle Eye sighed in exasperated before he left the hall to find you.

“Hey. Good news. The Super League Disciplinary Board decided that Supa Strikas were not charged as it was self defense but the match for next week had been postponed. Invincible United had to undergo Anger Management therapy for the entire commotion but both Invincible United and Supa Strikas have to attend a trial by next Monday. Are you doing ok there?”, Eagle Eye softly knocked on the door to the female’s restroom as he could only be solemn when he heard your quiet sobs.

“I can assure you that the other clubs won’t make fun of you or bringing up this fiasco. Come, let me help you get ready…”, the door slowly flung open to reveal you, slumping your back by the wall besides the sink as you buried your hands on your face.

"Super League should write a check for indirectly enabling Invincible United to continue their maliciousness and a hefty amount of money worth of therapy for what Supa Strikas had endured! It had gotten to a point where I do not know if Skarra is a good player or just being focused for being Shakes enemy.", you calmly and softly lamented as you corrected your sitting posture while you stared at the ceiling.

You did not stop Eagle Eye as he helped you washed your face with soaps, wiped with clean towel and rubbed your back tenderly.

"My clothes had been dirtied, Eagle Eye. How am I gonna-"

"Ninja has some spare clothes...."

"I'm sorry, I don't recall Ninja being the same gender as me!"

"Ninja has some connections with the fashion industry. Not to mention, I used to work as a football player under Cosmos FC so while I never agree with some shady tactics, Ninja is a decent guy. I talked to him recently and he agreed to help you."

You heard soft tap before Ninja slowly opened the door with a dress in a golden hanger on his left hand as he flashed you a reassuring smile. "Hey, I got some spare clothes for you. I figured you might need one and I realized Valentino is your favorite. But for now, I only have this white dress for the occasion."

Eagle Eye took the dress and showed the dress to you as you looked at them in horrified. "Are you crazy? I can't wear something like that! Let alone at a ceremony filled with sausage fest!"

Eagle Eye calmly consoled you. "I promise that no one will focus on you. After all, this ceremony is about fairness and morality..."

"If this comes out in newspaper, Supa Strikas should cut me a check for a proper therapy for all this madness!"

..................

Eagle Eye aided you back to the hall as the guests tuned their voices when you two walked in with you buried your face in his back in timid.

The Super League reserved a small table for you two right beside Nakama on your left as you two slowly took your seats to settle down, though you appeared to be a stammer mess as you looked down on your shoes the entirety.

"Look, no one even noticed you.."

"Sure! Everyone is totally ignoring me!", you slowly corrected your sitting posture to find out some players like Don Aldo, his teammates, the one with purple hair and a purple headband and auburn hair, Caleb Judge, your childhood friend from the past who also tried to reconnect with you as you successfully ignored him and obviously.... him.... all stared at you with creepy sensation.

"This is also the first time I wear something appealing...", you murmured quietly as you realized this is the first time you wore something sleeveless and that covered your top of ample bosom slightly. Your black straight hair flowed at your back as you tried your best to ignore the stares and your eyes focused on the stage.

......................

Miko felt like burning the hall with fire.

Not only did IU decided to instigate the fight but you had to bear the brunt of their actions!

He was grateful you came back unscathed and thanked Eagle Eye for rescuing you. Miko never felt envious of Eagle Eye as the wise man is considered as a brother figure to you and looked after you.

However, he cannot deny that you looked very appealing and beautiful. You changed your dress into a more alluring one.

He unfortunately cannot deny the loathsome thoughts about how some guys ogled your way. He felt like wanting to behead them.

It's almost 5 years now and he cannot believe he still haven't made progress on how to reconcile with you.

He hid his anger as he twisted his lips into a thin smile to prevent others for catching on his emotion.

.................

" The winner is... Miko Chen!", he slowly got up from his seat to smile slightly at the audiences before he made his way to the stage to make a small speech and to receive the trophy.

He made some subtle comments on how people deserves a chance as he exchanged strange look at your indifference stare before both of you shifted to avoid others catching on.

He thanked the audiences before he made his way back to his seat and gave you a strange smile briefly as an acknowledgement.

You rolled your eyes over the tense atmosphere as you looked around to appear boring to avoid the irritation look over Miko's gesture.

The man is persistent, relentless and terrifyingly loyal to a fault! Such a sad weakness that can be exploited at any moment.

You prayed that the ceremony will be over soon.

...................

The ceremony had been concluded!

Hooray!

You turned to see the other clubs gave a grateful look to each other before you booked the chance to get the hell out of there!

You swiftly got up from your seat to bolt yourself from the room and straight to the exit door at the back.

You discreetly looked around to find the nearest route to leave-

Ok... in a flowing dress... not a practical one....

You halted for a taxi nearby and jumped in before you told the driver to drive you to your home.

You ignored the phone calls as you knew Eagle Eye probably looked for you as he should know you would be leaving as soon as the host permits and made the closure.

.....................

"Damn it! Where is she?!", Eagle Eye looked around as the other guests had dispersed to their own transportation.

"Realistically, she would probably bolt out of here when freedom had been permitted.", he turned to see Edwin gave him a sad smile. "You have done well, son. I may not know you due to being in a different team but you shielded her and protected her from further harm. I pray Invincible United had been properly tempered themselves from these malicious acts further..."

"Thank you, Sir. I just hope she can recover from all of this...", Eagle Eye threw a sad smile as well.

"She had endured like a real champ but I do not blame her for leaving the place. I really looked forward to see you two sooner...", with that, Edwin left the place.

Nakama threw Eagle Eye a warm smile and nodded their way to him as a gesture of an honorable deed.

..................

Many things had happened in a span of a few days.

Miko had been increasing his call, which surprisingly you hadn't blocked him yet due to the inconvenience of constant changing.

Eagle Eye came to your house to check up on you to ensure you did not pull anything.

Supa Strikas had to attend a trial and you all won as the Judge ruled you all for having a perseverance of an Angel and will continue with the match while Invincible United had been banned and had dropped from the top of the table in exchange with Technicali and Orion as well as forbidden to enter the later season, with threats of relegation of IU if they did not obliged to the R & R.

You remembered seeing Vince threw a chair at Skarra as they bickered severely as Coach assisted all of you to leave the building ASAP.

You hid your smile. You saved Shakes from the massive outrage!

[lxdymoon0357]

Here's a crossover idea. Sovieshu and Minho friendship in modern au. Sovieshu is from way richer and powerful family than wookyung and he helps Minho by hiring him as Gloryem's tutor. Slowly they become close friends and wookyung still tries to destroy Minho but Sovieshu protects him. I mean canonically Sovieshu has a thing for helpless being and likes to help them. Maybe they'd form a brotherly bond and Gloryem would get an uncle. Rasta is the best sister in law.

(..This is one crossover I can love!!! I need my best bois to be with each other, honestly if Sovieshu was in actor AU, I'd like to believe he was twins with Minho!! Also Sovieshu has a good relationship with Rashta and doesn't like Navier in any romantic way, she's his sister figure! Ian and Gloryem are both with Sovieshu and Rashta!)

Parallel lines...

╟ Minho met Sovieshu as he was friends with the principle of the school despite not liking the man cause Sovieshu found him annoying knowing he was only sucking up to the boy...when his eyes fell on another black haired boy, quite pretty he was....Sovieshu couldn't lie, and he looked so small and sensitive despite being so well-built and having such an intimidating face...

╟ Definitely easily befriended Minho and they became close and learning of his great teaching begged Minho to tutor Gloryem and Ian...Minho was worried for scaring the girl, but Sovieshu comforted him saying they won't be...They're Rashta's kids after all and Rashta.....she either never learnt what fear was or she wasn't intimidated by scary facial features....and the kids inherited that...

╟ Minho agreed, albiet a bit nervous to get mad at the kids, but he followed the address Sovieshu gave him and arrived at one of the most grandest houses he's ever seen, tall with a palace like feeling with a dark turquoise and black columns... Leaving Minho FLABBERGASTED...my mans was too stunned to speak..but softly knocked on the door

╟ He expected the door to be opened by Sovieshu, but was instead pulled open by one the most gorgeous women he's seen; pale skin, white-blonde wavy hair, gorgeous, large, grey doe-like eyes and dresses in a soft white dress with the brightest smile he's ever seen...she reminded him of himself as a kid... she happily welcomed him and introduced herself; Rashta, wife of Sovieshu and mother of his two kids..

╟ Rashta spoke happily in a bubbly explaining how Sovieshu often talked highly of him, as she called two kids to meet him, seemingly Sovieshu's genes decided to put up not a single speck of fight as the kids were carbon copies of her and were just as bright and bubbly, especially the girl; Gloryem...

╟ He had a talk with Rashta who decided on the timings, syllabus and what to teach the kids. He agreed and she had him stay for dinner; he wanted to leave but Rashta wouldn't take no for an answer and so he stayed as Sovieshu and Rashta happily served him dinner...

╟ He started tutoring the two kids, and Sovieshu began inviting him for drinks or things like that and they got close, during this time the situation with Doona and Wookyung happened and the first person he told that to was Rashta who cried with him in her arms and raised hell until her husband did something about the situation.

╟ Sovieshu first told them to wait as there was a business deal going on, but a argument and two crying session from Rashta later, he called up his company in anger and called it off while Rashta simply winked to Minho with a cheeky smile with her crocodile tears still streaming down her cheeks...

╟ Basically becomes his sister and mother, always gifting him things like a mother, Rashta is rather protective of Minho, making sure his inner child is safe, he reminds her of himself when living with his abusive father..she doesn't want him to experience that, he has gone through enough in his life in her opinion..

╟ Whenever she introduces him, she calls him "Dear brother, Minho-ssi" and she never lives it down, she refuses to say he's Sovieshu's brother, even though people believe Minho is Sovieshu's brother and even if Sovieshu claims that Minho is his brother, Rashta will refuse to believe it because she likes being his sister. It's a petty thing, she rubs of off Minho ...

╟ Rashta is most likely to be a fashion model, on top of trends, the trend-setter and maker and she has Minho as her top model, they're called "the moon and sun twins" because of how much of a moon Minho looks and how bright Rashta...they go viral on insta for their matching photos!

[drchenquill]

The first hunt (and everything you shouldn't do)

It all started in an old, rarely frequented bar. I usually went hunting in such bars. The blood of the humans in such establishments wasn't exactly what I would describe as gourmet, but as a vampire, in a world ruled by humans, I took what I could.

I was a regular so I was always allowed in, which meant that this bar was my personal hunting grounds.

However, as sometimes I wasn't just in the mood for blood, that night I was on the lookout for young ladies, and sometimes young men, who would like to be taken home.

As a full-blood, I had a Nux. A magical core that gave me powers. My Nux was the ability to change my scent so that I smelled attractive to anyone who caught my interest. Then there was the fact that I was blessed with vampiric beauty.

Tall, well built, broad shoulders, shoulder length platinum blonde hair that I groomed daily, and lavender colored eyes that turned people's heads.

All these qualities meant that I took a young woman home with me. She was still completely present, not a bit of alcohol in her blood yet, I wasn't a monster.

The night was wild and electrifying. I forgot myself in the intoxication of lust.

The next morning she was gone, no note, nothing. I never thought I'd see her again.

Two years passed.

One day she turned up at my door, furious. She pressed into my arms what would later become more important than my own life.

"This is yours. I don't want a blood-sucking monster for a child."

Her high-heeled shoes stomped across the street, toward her car. Without remorse, she drove on. Since that day, I had a daughter, and I couldn't have wished it any other way.

Now, six beautiful years later, I was standing in the kitchen, warming blood for my princess, who was supposed to be awake.

"Liliana, come on, I've made breakfast for you."

No sooner had these words come out of my mouth than I heard her small footsteps hastily coming down the stairs.

"Here I am, daddy."

She raced into the kitchen and threw herself onto a chair. Her blonde curls were standing on end, disheveled from sleep, but her red eyes were awake and looking expectantly at me.

My little princess was a half-blood. Her mother was human and her father, well, me, was a full-blood. Vampire children didn't begin to show characteristics of a vampire until they were two years old. Their eyes changed color, small fangs grew and they got their first "power boost".

As they didn't yet have their own powers under control, vampire children had moments when these powers exploded out of their bodies like a small volcano.

My little Liliana, being a red-eyed half-blood, had super speed and still got these spurts, which was sometimes problematic.

"You're still in your pajamas, sweetie. Go get dressed."

I said to her as I put her cup down.

She raced off like a whirlwind and came back dressed not a second later.

She was my everything and I couldn't be prouder that she was my daughter, but unfortunately she hadn't inherited my taste. She had put on her pink, short-sleeved shirt with a drawing of a unicorn on it and one of her little blue skirts underneath.

Sighing, I stood behind her as she sipped the blood with relish and began to braid her hair.

"Today's a big day, are you sure you want to wear this?"

She just nodded.

Our front door suddenly opened and a voice rang out. "Are you the fashion police? Let the girl wear what she wants."

The man who had just come in without knocking was Markus.

He always had a smile on his sun-kissed face, a piercing shining on his lips. He wore his dark, almost black hair in thick rastas, which he put up in a bun on hot days, like today. Dark eyes gazed at me from head to toe as he stepped closer. "Are you jealous that she has better taste than you?"

He said jokingly, but I frowned without giving him an answer.

"Good morning, Uncle Tofu," Liliana said as she looked up at him. I smirked, but now it was he who was frowning. He pinched her cheek gently. "I'm not tofu, just so you know."

Liliana giggled slightly and then pointed guiltily at me. "Dad was the one who started it."

Markus looked at me indignantly, but I just shrugged. There was a reason. Markus was a mixed, a transformed human. A vampire, but not really. Just like tofu was wannabe meat, he was a wannabe vampire.

"Liliana, go change, pants if possible." I said to her as I finished her braid. "Are we going to play in the park today?" she asked excitedly, but I shook my head. "We're busy today, we can go tomorrow." She blew air out of her nose in annoyance and started to sulk. But as I didn't respond, she scurried off angrily.

No matter how much I wanted to, I couldn't escape Markus's gaze. "You started that? Is that a term of endearment for me? Does that mean you just like to play hard to get?" he asked with a grin as he stepped closer. As always, he was already in flirt mode.

I barely answered him and turned away.

"Come on Tobias, do you dislike me that much?" he continued to ask. I didn't dislike him, not at all, but since I was the one who had made him what he was now, I felt weird about the idea of getting involved with him.

It felt like I was taking advantage of the fact that he only had me for support. As a vampire you weren't looked upon favorably, but as a mixed you were labeled a traitor and your life was over.

"Today I will be taking Liliana on her first hunt, so it would be better if you left."

I tried to remain monotone, to show no emotion.

"Why?"

"Because I don't want you tagging along." I explained without flinching, but made the mistake of turning to him.

He was angry, no, hurt.

"Dad, Dad, can Uncle Tofu come with us?"

Liliana asked as she stepped back into the kitchen.

"Your father doesn't want me there," he told her. I could have smacked him.

We stood at the side of the road and waited until the traffic lights gave us the signal that we could cross. My mood was at rock bottom while Liliana was chatting away to Markus. It was getting on my nerves, he was getting on my nerves. For once, I just wanted to concentrate on my daughter and he managed to turn her against me.

"Liliana, can you focus on me for a minute?"

She looked up at me and turned away from Markus.

"On your first hunt, you need to focus well on your surroundings. Every detail is important. Most of all, you need to pay attention to your nose."

She listened to me intently, her small brow furrowed in concentration. I was bubbling over with pride and was about to explain further when Markus interrupted me.

"Shouldn't she rely on her speed? After all, that's what's most pronounced."

He always had to know better.

"It wouldn't make sense because, without using her nose, she wouldn't know where she was going."

"She'd have her instincts to rely on." he said.

I was starting to get annoyed by his attitude. He always wanted to be involved, always wanted to be there, but he wasn't a real vampire and he wasn't family.

Liliana whimpered slightly and reached for my hand, but I was too busy getting upset about Markus.

"Her scent is part of her instincts, genius," I hissed at him.

"Dad…," Liliana whined.

"Sometimes I feel like you're pushing me away on purpose. If you don't like me, why don't you just say so instead of making me squirm?"

Now he was going too far. I didn't make anyone squirm, especially not him.

"Dad, I'm tingling all over."

"Not now, darling, Dad has to finally explain to Uncle Tofu that he has never sent even the slightest signal that he was interested"

Unfortunately, that was a lie, but I wanted to keep my pride.

Markus laughed bitterly. "That's a bad joke, isn't it? Why do I have the keys to your house? Why do you call me when you want to talk? Why do you have an extra cup ready for me when I come over? Why did you tell me then that I belonged to you?"

My heart was pounding loudly, my cheeks were heating up. It was true, all of it was true, but I was afraid to admit it. I was afraid to commit because I didn't want to lose him in case things went wrong.

I turned away and looked down. "Come on, sweetheart, let's go-" my breath hitched, my heart stopped.

Liliana was gone.

I should have noticed. She had told me, she had all the signs. Liliana had had a power boost and raced off to God knows where just because I hadn't been paying attention.

"I… where… we have to…," I couldn't think straight, I had never felt so panicked and scared as I did at that moment.

"Tobias, everything will be fine, we'll find her." Markus put a hand on my shoulder to reassure me, but nothing was calm inside me. I had lost my daughter because I hadn't been paying attention, because I had only been thinking about myself. As always.

"I have to find her. She's my life, I can't go on without her." I said in a shaky voice. "She's still so little… What if someone finds her first? What if she meets someone who hates vampires?"

I was so scared that I felt sick. I had to hold on to Markus.

"Tobias, pull yourself together." He grabbed me by the face and forced me to look at him.

"We'll never find her this way. So pull yourself together and be the father she needs right now." He was right, he was so damn right.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. "She can't quite control her power boost. She might race through the streets, but she can decide the direction. Once she realizes that, our search will diminish."

Which meant she'd probably try to go home. And if that wasn't the case, I'd tear the whole town apart.

With a laugh, Markus patted me on the shoulder. "Now we're talking. That's why I fell in love with you."

My cheeks exploded as I opened my eyes wide. He smiled triumphantly.

Annoyed, I pushed him away from me and walked off.

I walked with Markus close on my heels through every place I had ever visited with Liliana. Whenever we didn't find her, my heart broke into more pieces. Markus was always with me, his hand wrapped around mine. My last attempt was home, but when we didn't see anyone there, I broke down.

"She's not here… she's not here… I don't know what to do. I can't be without my baby. Markus…"

My tear-filled eyes met his. I hoped he knew what to do, I prayed he knew what to do.

His dark eyes showed confidence, his lips formed into a smile.

"You'll hold your baby in your arms again, don't worry. You know her well, she's your flesh and blood, if anyone knows her, it's you. Has she gone anywhere in particular lately?"

A memory flashed through my mind.

"Are we going to play in the park today?"

Of course, why hadn't I thought of it?

I wiped away my tears and grabbed Markus by the hips to pull him closer.

"Woah, take it easy."

His dark skin turned slightly rosy on his cheeks, which made me smile slightly. "Hold on tight," I said and sped off.

In seconds, we were in the park. I looked around for a long time and then my heart stopped. There she was, my baby. Liliana was sitting under a tree, her legs pulled up, tears rolling down her cheeks.

I wanted to call her, but I saw her little nose twitch and she looked towards us. Crying loudly, she raced towards us. Without hesitating, I picked her up in my arms where she belonged.

"Everything will be okay, darling, everything will be okay."

Markus stood next to me, smiling. I grabbed him, pulled him closer and pressed my lips to his.

It was brief, but it was an answer to the unanswered questions my heart was asking me.

He looked at me wide-eyed, his face bright red. Nothing came out of his lips, which made me giggle.

"Thank you … thank you for helping me. Thank you for being there for me … thank you for coming into my life."

He laughed. "You can thank me more often if it means I get a kiss every time." I was about to grumble that that was all he was getting at, but Liliana's little voice interrupted me.

"I want to go home," she whined slightly.

I hugged her closer to me and she snuggled into my arms.

"You're right, let's go home," I turned to Markus, who smiled tenderly. He held out his hand, which I took immediately.

"Let's go home."

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