#small steps to maximum cute

[darksonofsparda]

Even though Vergil still felt a bit tired, he did feel a noticeable difference after catching at least, some sleep even if it wasn't a lot of hours, or at least not the substantial amount he needed to fully feel rejuvenated and energized, at the end of the day, he was able to rest just enough to be able to function properly, and that was all that mattered. The half-devil was glad that Lady had woken him up just like he requested, he honestly didn't know if she would honor what she said, so when she did he was grateful, it earned her a lot more respect from the elder son of Sparda.

Despite his protests before, he was actually feeling a little grateful for getting rest. Every night was a chore just to fall asleep, a heavy heart and a wandering mind usually meant he was in for about four, maybe five hours of sleep at max, most nights were very unkind to Vergil unless he was tired to the point of exhaustion -- which had unfortunately happened a few times in the past, even a recently, but well before he ran into Lady in what was left of the United Kingdom. Perhaps with Lady accompanying him on this next stretch of missions, he might be able to try and catch up on sleep, although it also depended on if his restless mind would let him.

As the half-devil and devil huntress pass each other by near the fireplace and its still burning embers, blue eyes meet her double-colored hues for a second as they make a small exchange of words as they switch out, Vergil takes his turn to watch while Lady took her turn for sleep.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "Considering it was quiet for you, it probably won't change for me. Nonetheless, I will if it's needed."

He says with a nod, locking eyes with her, they hold each others gaze as she walks away before she disappears behind the tent and Vergil moves to take a seat down by the campfire, beginning to fumble in his bag and pull out a camping tea kettle, puts some water in it and puts it over the fire, the grill already in place so he just needs to set it down and wait.

To pass the time by, Vergil pulls out his poetry book and began to read to himself in his head, all the while listening until he hears the kettle start to boil and eventually makes himself a cup of tea, three sugars, and milk, stirring with a stir straw before tossing it aside away from their campsite, picking up his tea inside a travel thermos for a long sip before setting it down beside him after screwing on the cap. There was something about the way Lady had looked at him before she went to sleep, like she had realized something about him, he wondered what it meant. Another unanswered question to add to his mind, although it was more of a lingering curiosity than anything else for the moment.

Hours pass without incident, and Vergil has been reading the entire time, had any demons been around, his natural demonic ability to sense power would have let him know danger was around, so just as he expected, it was been a quiet watch for him, the only closest thing to action he'd seen was watching a deer run by, wildlife roamed around if they weren't slain by demons since most had been. Not long after, the sun begins to rise, as dusk begins to die out as the starts disappear and the sky turns from darkness to a bright blue. It's not too long after the half-devil finally hears the sound of shifting and a yawn comes from the tent causing him to side glance over in silence.

They may not have come to a full understanding, but at least Vergil was getting a few hours of rest in. Lady would consider that a win, no matter how small. But more importantly, that meant she didn't have to worry as much about Vergil keeling over in exhaustion at a critical moment.

The next few hours were uneventful. Not even a sniff of a demon. But she kept vigilant watch anyway, all the while thinking about what Vergil had said.

Feeling guilty for the demon tree made sense. Hell, Lady still felt guilt for killing one person who the world was better off without. She couldn't imagine having millions of humans' deaths on her ledger. In retrospect, maybe it wasn't the Vergil didn't want to sleep but that he couldn't with that weighing on his conscious.

But that meant he did have a conscious. Or, had developed one at the very least. That's more than could be said for most people behind calamities like this. But Lady was no law expert. She preferred not to play judge about this matter. She was a Devil Hunter, not an ethicist.

Before she knows it, her watch is over. As promised, she did wake him when it was his turn. He still sounded tired, but at least a bit less so. Small victories.

"Thanks," she says as he tags her out. "Be careful. Wake me if you need anything."

As much as she'd like to take watch the whole night so Vergil could catch up, Lady was still human--and devil hunting was exhausting so as soon as she settled down in the tent sleep came to her easily.

[tulpanya]

take me out!

includes : (mouthwashing) anya, curly, daisuke, swansea.

summary : it's time for a date! the types of date [character] takes you out on!

warnings : gn! reader. pet names ("hun" - curly, "babe" - daisuke).

ANYA

quiet night in.

The smell of takeout wafted through the air as you brought in the food, Anya's mouth already watering. Unable to wait any longer, she paddles her way over to where you're serving the food on some plates. "This was a good call, Anya." You grin, the food getting to you as well. "We really needed a night in!" She nods in agreement.

"And I already rented the movie," She chirps, taking her plate and walking with you back into the living room, where blankets, pillows, and various candies are strewn for maximum comfort.

Snuggling close together under the covers, with full bellies and a good movie, Anya couldn't help but feel her heart do little somersaults because this was a night she definitely needed.

café.

It was a small cafe with a warm environment, and you and Anya often frequented the place whenever you two had time. "They have a new design- a cat!" Anya says, she's always been in awe of how they manage to do the cute little designs in her lattes. You both order and when she shows you the cat you can't help but snicker.

"Why're you laughing?" Anya asks, confused by your reaction.

"Because it looks just like you!" You say between laughs, begging for her to hold it up a little so you can take a picture of her and cat-latte-art-her. She gives an awkward smile, not quite seeing the similarities but pleased you seem so happy. You instantly make the picture your lockscreen.

"Wha- don't do that!" She cries out, embarrassed by the photo.

"But you and cat-anya will give me strength when I can't persist!" She, reluctantly, lets you keep the picture as your lockscreen.

botanical garden.

You were running late, and as much as that disappointed you, it was also totally worth it to see Anya standing there in all her beauty. Despite the most beautiful flowers surrounding her, she was, without a doubt, the most gorgeous thing within the vicinity. After she anxiously checked her watch and glanced around, you finally snapped out of your stupor and greeted her.

"Anya, sorry I'm late- a train-" Anya lets out a relieved breath, reaching for you and pressing a quick kiss to the corner of your cheek.

"I'm just glad you're okay," She pulls away and chuckles at how flustered you look from a simple kiss and her worry. "Should we... walk?" She asks, her hand reaching for yours, interlocking fingers with you.

"Y- yeah! Yes, let's go!" The flowers were nice, but you both seemed a little distracted with each other— you'll both have to visit another time.

CURLY

stargazing.

It's so cheesy and cliche, yet Curly somehow manages to pull off a 'night under the stars' perfectly. A beautiful spot, a comfortable blanket, some simple snacks, and of course an extra coat that he can wrap around you should you get too cold.

He's got your head resting on his shoulder/chest, and he occasionally points out a constellation. "Over there is Delphinus," He says, his eyes never leaving the stars. He truly loved the night sky, it's obvious he always had. You hum, snuggling closer to him.

"What about that one over there?" You ask, pointing to a bright one.

"That," He says, a grin on his lips that just screams trouble. "Is Venus, planet of love." He moves so he's hovering above you now, mischief in his eyes. He leans down, pressing a kiss to your lips, before another, and another, and the planets and stars are long forgotten as you two kiss under the night sky.

hiking.

Whether you have been hiking before or not, Curly is always excited to wake up early with you and go for a hike. He's like a golden retriever with how much energy he has as you two move through the rocky terrain.

He's still ever the gentleman though, "Let me help you," He says, lending you his hand to step over a particularly rough part. He doesn't really let go of your hand after that, much preferring to make sure you stay by his side instead.

By the time you two reach the top, the view is most definitely worth it. "It's beautiful," You breathe, eyes looking out over the horizon. Curly smiles, his gaze trained on you and only you.

"Sure is."

food truck.

It's greasy, messy, but Curly absolutely loves getting food from a food truck with you and just walking around the city/a nearby park. "Damn," He mumbles with a mouthful of food as the greasy food began to drip down his chin. You can't help but laugh at his panicked face as he tries to lick it up (and fail).

"Hold on you big baby," You tease, grabbing a spare napkin you shoved in your pocket and wiping the grease away for him. He swallows his food and bites back a laugh.

"Thanks," Curly leans in for a kiss but you push away his head, "Wha- hun?"

"Oh, no way! You choose to get extra garlic. I'm not kissing you." Curly whines for a little, pouting about not getting a kiss but eventually gets over it at the promise of kisses after he brushes his teeth. "You're something else, you know that?"

"You love me." He declares rather confidently, and you can't deny he's right.

DAISUKE

videogames.

"I'll be your player two, babe." Daisuke so chivalrously offers up the player one position to you, which you gladly take his offer for. It's a two-player puzzle rpg game where you have to help each other throughout the game- and Daisuke is already vowing his 'life' to you.

"Not that way, not that way!" You exclaim, trying to keep Daisuke from falling off the screen during a boss battle.

"I know, I know!" He squeaks tilting with his controller, "The controls are all backwards ugh! I'm tryin', just give me a second, okay?" You both are so focused and intense, fighting the boss battle with the utmost seriousness. And when that beautiful flash of 'You Win' shines on the screen you both hug each other with relief.

"Finally!" You cheer, "I thought we'd be stuck at that boss for hours!" You fake cry tears of relief, and Daisuke joins in with your faux tears.

"It's all because of your amazing leadership, babe! Thank you for not leaving me behind~"

"I literally couldn't..." You say, suddenly a little deadpan. You pull away and give him a pointed look, and all Daisuke can do is giggle, knowing he caused more trouble than help throughout the game.

"It's because my guy was all weird- next time I'll be player one and you'll see!"

"Suuuure, Dai... Sure."

karaoke.

The first time Daisuke took you to karaoke you didn't expect him to have such a nice voice, but now you look forward to going to karaoke with him just to hear him sing!

"This one's for you babe!" Daisuke points to you, just as he has for the last several songs he's dedicated to you. You simply clap and cheer as he dances about, singing another love song. That's when he realizes that it's actually a duet, and he begins to beckon you on stage.

"C'mon," He urges you to hurry, and you (albeit hesitantly) join him on the little stage area and take the extra mic. You join in on cue, both of you now singing your hearts out together- and the next several songs continue on like this until you're both so exhausted you collapse on the sofa in the karaoke room.

aquarium.

"I have a special connection with the fish, just watch." Daisuke says almost too confidently before putting his forehead against the fish tank with his eyes squeezed shut. You just watch in amusement, wondering how long he'll do this. Finally he snaps his eyes open and turns to you with a proud smile.

"And... what did you just do with this special connection?"

"I just told all the fish that I love my partner so, so, so, sooo much." He says, nodding along with his words. You snort a laugh, shaking your head at his antics. "What? It's true! They had to know, don't need some stingray trying to woo you."

"I doubt that'd happen," You say, wiping some tears from the corner of your eyes from laughing too hard. "But good to know that all the fishes know how much we love each other." Daisuke grins, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you to the next exhibit.

"Now I gotta go make sure the crustaceans know too."

SWANSEA

sport event.

Swansea had somehow managed to snag some pretty good tickets to an upcoming game of his favorite team- and he had invited you to come with him. You didn't know much about the sport, but that didn't stop you from researching into the game as much as possible before going with him.

Swansea had to bite back a snicker as you showed up fully decked out in the opposite teams merch- seems you got a little confused, but your enthusiasm melted his heart. "I- I know that!" You declared when he told you about the mishap. "I wanted us to have a rivals-to-lover thing going on."

"Riiiight..." He eyes you suspiciously, not believing you one bit but he'll let it slide. Despite the embarrassing mistake, Swansea seems proud to have you by his side as you two attend the game even though some other attendants seem to be giving you a nasty glare. He just flips them off before wrapping his arm around you.

restaurant.

Swansea enjoyed listening to you chat about your day, the quiet atmosphere of the cozy restaurant only added to the experience. When the food finally comes out you excitedly get ready to eat, only to notice Swansea's meal looks a little more appetizing.

"Mm? Oh, no... No, absolutely not." Swansea sighs, shaking his head. He could already feel a little headache forming.

"Just a bite?" You ask, batting your lashes. Swansea groans, begrudgingly offering a bite of his food. That was, as he knew, a mistake as you moaned about how good the food tasted. You then offered him a bite of yours. He rolled his eyes.

"Give it to me."

"Thank you~" You coo, swapping plates with him. You take his hand and give it a little squeeze. "You're the best~"

"Just eat your food."

bowling.

"You're not winning." Swansea said, rolling his eyes. You had never once won since you two started going bowling regularly. You scoff at him, putting on your bowling shoes.

"I'll have you know I've been practicing!"

"Alright, if you win, what do you want?" Swansea concedes, indulging your competitiveness. You hum, thinking before a grin grows on your face. He did not like the sight of that.

"When I win, I want you to admit that I'm a waaaaay better bowler than you." He scoffs this time. You shrug, standing up and approaching the lanes. "Afraid you'll lose, Swans?"

"Hardly, I'm just thinking about how good you'll look vacuuming."

"Wha- If I lose I have to vacuum?!" Swansea rolls his shoulders, his gaze hardened by the bet you two had set up. "W- Well, that's only if I lose- which I won't! So prepare to admit your defeat and to vacuum!" You say, before ultimately losing the match.

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed!

[dmitriene]

THOUGHTS ABOUT LEON WITH FEMENINE GF.

cw: tooth rotting fluff, comfort, smut, retired leon, domesticity, cunnilingus, lack of dialogues pairing: bf leon kennedy x gf fem reader

 ✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3. ˑ༄

leon had always been a man of action, a typical hero in a world shrouded in viscous darkness, full of horrors, but now, in the quiet embrace of a relatively suburban home, he had found a life in which there would be no zombies or bioweapons, it was a step into a life that revolved around only gentle domestic rhythms, where his retirement did not mean inactivity, but rather a different kind of activity, one that is completely dedicated to you.

the soft hum of the coffee machine echoed through the spacious, bright kitchen, bathed in the warm glow of the morning sunlight, while leon stood in the aisle, dressed in a slightly rumpled plain tshirt and sweatpants, his usually even mop of hair now disheveled, sticking out from side to side like branches in a nest, but it wasn’t the aroma of coffee or the cozy kitchen that he was more than familiar with that attracted his attention, — it was you.

you, being his girlfriend, moved gracefully and quite airily around the kitchen, moving through the space as easily as if it were a dance floor, your laughter rang like bells, caressing his ears, and this sound became the sweetest melody in leon’s life after he went out on retirement, when you smoothly turn in his direction with a mischievous smile, a freshly baked tray of cupcakes in your hands, the corners of your lips curved into the sweetest greeting.

— «good morning, lee!» you greet, walking up to him with the scraping of slippers on the parquet floor and standing up on your toes to kiss him on the cheek, he is instantly enveloped by a tickling, light aroma of vanilla and warmth, an aroma that has become synonymous with the comfort of your presence next to him.

— «good morning, sweetie» leon responds with a baritone languid from sleep, and his gaze softens as he looks at you, there was a certain lightness in his baby blues, a satisfaction that usually speaks of a life well lived, the wrinkles on his slightly pinkish, after a kiss, face, that have accumulated over the years years of persistent and diligent service as an agent seemed to disappear as soon as he looked at you.

sitting in a cozy breakfast nook, usually decorated with a vase of flowers, which leon tries to replace as soon as the old ones wither, with cute knitted placemats under cute, flower painted plates and mugs that add tenderness, you enjoyed the silence of the morning with muffins and coffee.

leon was more than once surprised by the contrast — his past, slowly disappearing between his fingers like sand, full of chaos and dangers, and now this calm home life with you, in which he found solace in everyday life, in the mundane things about which you chatted and your voice was a ringing babble resounded from the kitchen and through the windows, in a softness that enveloped him immediately as soon as he was near, gentle interior design, soft, not too colorful colors, the things he shared with you and thanks to you.

from time to time you walked around the city, be it just a walk or for groceries, leon loved to spend maximum of his free time with you — he always, like a chivalrous gentleman, opened the car door for you, a small but painfully important gesture that made you smile softly and bubble a pleasant warmth in his chest, and on the streets, which were full of the hustle and bustle of everyday life, following the click of small heels on your new, cute shoes, his attention was focused exclusively on you, while you, in turn, looked at the shops located on both sides with burning eyes.

while you are walking together, a warm hand slides to your lower back, fingers draw graceful patterns on the fabric of your airy dress, neutral color, carefully emphasizing your body shape with its cut and cute elements, be it ruffles or bows, creating a delicate, fragile external visual that makes leon’s eyes squint when he looks at you, his love opens up just like a flower, a connection that transcends the need for loud gestures, and is noticeable precisely in the subtleties — shared glances, laughter, even.

while you explore the endless number of shops on the horizon, buying the necessary things for the home, kitchen towels, some charming boxes for sorting food and things, squinting and comparing one thing with another, trying to understand which is better before you take two, leon's keen, still squinting gaze scans the surroundings — a reminder of his days as an agent, he could not get rid of the instincts honed in the line of duty, but now those protective, obsessive glances were riveted on you while his thick, broad hand found yours, fingers gently intertwined with yours, silently promising to be there, when you contentedly, almost purring, leaned on his hand, walking in step.

you was spending most of your days together in quiet communication, be it watching a movie, cooking together, or just your babbling about some stories from the past to which he joined, pressing your tender body into his, hard, slightly limp over the years, intertwining his fingers with the strands your hair, running along the edges of some sophisticated hairpins, one of those that you often choose together, allowing leon to enjoy the simple joys of everyday life.

one lazy sunday afternoon, the two of you found yourself in the backyard of the house, basking in the smoldering rays of the sun, a light breeze playing with the strands of your hair as you lay in a hammock chair with a book in your hand, cheerfully flipping through the pages every time your eyes reached the end of a chapter, with a slight movement of your fingers, scrolling further, while leon, pleased with the way you were reading, sat next to you with a satisfied smile on his face.

— «i still can't quite believe i can spend my days peacefully like this» leon thought out loud and completely without reason, looking intently at you with tenderness seeping in his eyes.

you looked up from the book, a playful sparkle appeared in your eyes, and much more undisguised affection, answering him loudly velvetly, caressing his ears as if scratching under the chin, riveting his attention to you with his half tilted head — «well, you're a hero who deserves happily ever after, aren't you?» a playful remark as you tap your nails on the cover of the book, folding it into your lap.

he just grins, the sound turning into a harmonious melody following the rustle of the wind as the sun slowly sinks below the horizon, turning the sky pastel pinks and oranges as he joins you, not on the hammock, but between your legs, letting his knees press into the grass when he strokes your legs from toes to knees, velvety, plush skin without the barrier of shoes during a moment of relaxation, lifting up to round thighs and leading along the edges of another charming dress, while he says almost purring, a deep baritone bubbling from the very chest as he presses against your naked flesh — «i think so, especially when you're around me, darling»

you giggle, bury your fingers in his soft strands, running them over and squeezing until the slightly grown stubble lightly scratches and tickles the skin of your legs, he covers it with kisses, warm and short, forcing you to put the book completely down from your lap while he moves a little higher, forcing the hem of your dress to hide him more and more, and you sigh slightly raggedly, embarrassedly when he kisses the inside of your thigh, and you mutter, biting your glossy lips — «what are you intending to do, leon?»

he tilts his head as if innocently, smiling like a cheshire cat and wetting his lips with his tongue, rubbing and warming your thighs with the pads of his thumbs, while he himself crawled a little higher, before his warm breath slightly covers the cotton of your panties, and his face rests against your clothed pussy, bumping his nose and pressing his tongue flatly on your centre, one movement is enough to set your nerves on fire, and the fabric gets slightly wet from the slick that dribbles out, as he purrs contentedly, another sound rumbling deep within his chest — «to take my happily ever after, sweetheart, so sit pretty still f'me, mhm?»

next thing, leon's fingers dig into your thighs, spreading them apart as he begins to caress your drenched heat through the fabric of your panties.

his tongue presses flatly against your swollen clit, tracing maddening circles that send tremors running throughout your entire body, and the cotton between you and his skillful mouth does little to soften the sensations, but only increases friction on the clit swollen from arousal and heat.

with every flick of his tongue you grip his thick, slightly coarse hair tighter, a silent plea for more and leon literally growls into your cotton covered cunt in response to the grip in his hair, the vibrations causing a shiver of pleasure to run down your spine, allowing you voluntarily arch your wetness into his mouth, fluttering your eyelashes and watching his head slowly move with every lick and stroke.

he's relentless, his tongue working with a fervor matched only by the burning desire in his baby blue eyes, the taste of your slick arousal filling his mouth, fueling his desire to please you and causing him to push you closer to the edge.

as the fabric of your panties becomes wet from the mixture of his saliva and your slick, and your moans become louder, turning into an incoherent babble of — «yesyesyes, don't stop, lee, just like that — here! yes! yessmngh!» leon feels you pulsate more actively and your hole clenching around nothing, the grip on your hips intensifies, his fingers dig into your flesh before sliding up, teasing the edges of your soft underwear.

long, neat fingers push your wet panties to the side, exposing your shiny, swollen folds to his hungry gaze, and he wastes no time, his tongue immediately diving into your wet cunt with a hunger bordering on savage.

his sweeping movements from your clenching hole to your trembling clit cause waves of pleasure to run through your body, the laps of his mouth on your sensitive mound causes a mixture of moans and sobs from your trembling lips, your embarrassment that someone can hear this is drowned out by the all consuming ecstasy, deafening ears.

— «that's it, so pretty, so sweet» leon's purr vibrates against your smooth skin, a deep hum of satisfaction as he savors the taste of your arousal, he feasts on you with an insatiable appetite, his tongue mercilessly attacking your throbbing core.

your body reacts instinctively, a stream of sweet juices gushing from inside you, giving away just how high your arousal is, the sound of your wetness mixing with lewd slurping sounds as leon continues to devour you sloppily, his actions relentless and focused solely on bringing you to the top of pleasure and more, beyond.

with every movement, sucking and lapping he brings you closer to the edge, your moans become stronger, louder, less controlled even as you bite your swollen, bitten lips, the sensations overwhelm your senses, blurring the line between pleasure and the pain of sensitivity as your body shudders, teetering on the brink of stunning liberation, very close.

delving deeper, his tongue plunging into your clenching hole with unrelenting eagernessc and ease, he skillfully flicks and teases your folds, alternately sucking on your twitching clit and penetrating you with his skilled tongue.

his plump lips and chin are slick with a mixture of your arousal and his saliva, evidence of his hunger and sloppiness, he watches you carefully as you throw your head back, your body shudders and arches in pleasure, and baby blue eyes closely watch every goosebump on your skin with dilated pupils.

as soon as you reach the brim, tight coil of ecstasy finally snaps and your vision suddenly goes dark as your eyes roll back, your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave, your moans turn into guttural screams, free when you release them, your cum fills leon's mouth and he hungrily drinks every drop, savoring the taste of your release on his tongue, slurping greedily and purely animalictically.

his movements don't falter as he continues to caress your sensitive, stimulated clit, prolonging your pleasure as aftershocks ripple through your body, the intensity of the moment rough, reeking of lust, yet unbearably tender, as are the movements of his fingers, drawing soothing circles on your thighs.

you are lost in a haze of ecstasy, your body shaking from the force of your release, but he remains steadfast, his focus unwavering as he makes sure every drop of pleasure is extracted from your trembling body completely as you slowly come to your senses, and there is a tension growing between his legs, but he will deal with it later, now he watched how charmingly your absolutely sopping folds trembled and pretty tight hole, relaxed after his tongue, clenched around nothing, rising his gaze further, to your heaving chest, still feeling the weight of your fingers in his hair.

he kisses your legs with a slow movement of his lips, descending from your thigh to your knee, drawing along the way transparent stripes from your slick on his lips, but in his opinion you look even more beautiful this way, completely dazed and drunk on pleasure, limp on soft pillows, listening to his rough, peaceful purring — «so pretty, my beautiful darling» which vibrate through the skin, preventing the butterflies in your stomach from calming down.

[heartfullofleeches]

ok but mono w stoner darling how would THAT go 😭

Funnily enough, I think these two could be quite happy together. How I imagine it is Mono first learns of Darling through the post they made while high out of their mind rambling about numerous topics from their life to whatever random shit their inebriated mind cooks up like how much it sucks food doesn't taste like it did when you bought it when you reheat it in the microwave. Mono finds their bizarre post cute, and it gives them some insight to the human world which is the excuse Mono uses to stalk their page.

Mono eventually reaches out to darling. They're on the fence about whether to reveal they are an alien royal or just pretending that they're a human liking Darling. Something tells them Darling wouldn't care too much either way, but they still aren't sure. It slips somewhere along the way, but as Mono first assumed Darling doesn't give a damn. Having an alien penpal is probably the coolest thing that ever happened to them. Mono keeps their distance for the most part, but one of Darling's post finally gives them the push to meet their starlight in person.

"The world feels so small sometimes... I look out at the stars some nights and I wonder if the universe is just as tiny. I'll probably never get to find out myself, but it's nice to dream that I could....."

"My ship is outside."

".....fr?"

Darling probably thinks they're joking around at first, but the second they step outside they see a big ass alien robot carrying a bouquet of their favorite flowers. Flowers they had told Mono about. Darling is glad to abandon their old life, but they don't think they have enough weed in their stash to last them for however long they're away. Mono's ten steps ahead of them on that front. Its always had a bit of a green thumb so adding a few herb plants to their horde was no sweat off their shoulders. Sectioned off an entire quarter of their garden/lab just to grown more for Darling. Dabbles around in edibles and oils as well - anything to make sure Darling is happy and feels like they never have to leave their ship beyond the trips they take to new worlds.

Mono would have Darling hooked up, but they'd also have Darling fucked up and high out of their mind playing around with different strains to ensure Darling gets the maximum high.

-

Mono: Starlight? You haven't given me an update on the last batch of edibles I brought to you. It has been roughly twelve hours since you digested them. Would you care for more?

Stoner Reader, cradling the ship ai's monitor they ripped out of a wall - staring at the ceiling as they whisper : I think.... I think I'm good for now

-

Mono is an amalgamation of flesh and metal so they probably could get stoned with Darling. They are a little hesitant about letting Darling update their blog due to still being in hiding from its family, but they cave everytime Darling asks them to join them for a picture flashing that adorable smile of theirs Mono can't help but fall more in love with whenever Darling blesses them with a glimpse of it.

[vampziry]

law of assumption: diary/journal method.

—i was journaling and a thought just crossed my mind. if you are someone who loves journaling and writing down your thoughts, feelings or emotions, this might be good for you.

—i don’t know if someone already thought about this out there, this is called the diary method because this requires scripting.

what will you need?

—a small notebook/notepad (if you get tired easily while manually writing in paper, then you can use your phone notes) although i recommend you find an app specifically made for decorating notes so it can look prettier (your own choice though, if you like things plain then use your normal notes app instead)

—your desire (eg. something you really want at the moment or anything else)

—knowing how to live in the end.

why is this useful?

—some people find it hard to concentrate when manifesting, also going and affirming robotically doesn’t really work on them, instead it makes them feel more anxious. this method is gonna make your journey way easier if you struggle trying to live in the end. this is sorta like a rant.

what are you gonna do or how are you gonna do it?

if you’re using the notebook:

1- pick a desire of your choice, whatever it’s in your manifestation list.

2- start writing in a new page, get creative with it you can add deco, cute lettering, whatever makes you feel good or make the writing pleasant to your eyes. it’s like giving love to your desire.

3- script down everything about your desire in past tense, as if it just happened, explain in depth: your emotions, your mood after receiving it. your desire is supposed to be materialized and you’re telling your diary about it because it’s an event that already happened.

4- optional (only for people who struggle a lot while living in the end, if your self-concept is good, skip this step): read your script everyday or whenever you feel like youre doubting your assumptions, live in the end with each desire and set a time for it. (eg. i want a new dress, i script about it, down to every detail, how i felt wearing it, how cool it looked on me, how happy i felt when i first touched it, etc. choose a maximum. if u choose 3 days: live in the end for 3 days acting as a person who already has all that)

if you’re doing it in your notes app:

1- start a new note: each desire ≠ new note.

2- script down everything in past tense including your emotions, thoughts, feelings as a person who lives in the end.

3- if you have trouble, add a picture of your desire (if you can’t find the specific picture that may characterize your desire, then visualize vividly if you’re able to or add more depth to the script)

4- optional again, if you struggle by living in the end, re-read as much as you can. THIS IS ONLY TO REMIND YOURSELF THAT YOU ALREADY HAVE IT AND THAT CREATION IS DONE. don’t look for a how or for a why. it is done.

5- deadline for your desire and stay persistent.

[magewritesstories]

[ ᴛᴏɢᴇ ɪɴᴜᴍᴀᴋɪ ] ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇꜱ

summary: 1 000 yellow daisies? Hah, Toge can do way better than that. Based on the s1 gilmore girls finale tw: none, literal fluff note: i wanted to write something for him too. might make this a series with diff. characters and different famous movie scenes. words: 1051 (yay 1k!) jujutsu kaisen masterlist

IT WASN'T EVEN CLOSE TO FALL YET AND YOU WERE ALREADY ON A GILMORE GIRLS KICK. You'd been rewatching the TV show along with some other iconic 00s movies and had almost reached the end of season one.

What brought on the sudden interest in the show, even though you usually saved it for your annual start-of-fall-ritual? You had no clue.

(Lies—it had been that one Jess Mariano edit on your fyp.)

Either way, it's not like it mattered, all that mattered was that you were happily bundled up in your little blanket burrito with popcorn and chocolate.

Just as you laughed at Lorelai annoying Michel, a small knock sounded from the door of your dorm.

"Come in!" You shouted, not bothering to get up. It would ruin the burrito form you'd turned yourself into.

"Kelp," Your boyfriend greets, walking over to you with a grin. You immediately open your arms for a hug, "Hey, how was the mission?"

The white-haired boy just sighed and shook his head. "Fish flakes," He replied, falling down on the couch next to you.

You two huddle together under the blanket as you weave your hands through his hair.

Toge sends a confused glance at the TV screen, "Mustard leaves?"

"Huh? Oh, that's the TV show I told you about," You reply, "You're actually perfectly on time for—dare I say—one of the most romantic scenes in cinema history."

Your boyfriend just gives you another confused glance before turning back to the TV. Your eyes are glued to the screen in anticipation.

"Oh, a little background—" A bit unable to contain your excitement you explain—"Basically, they're dating and she tells him that a real proposal should have 1,000 yellow daisies and a horse and yada yada."

You're practically sat at the edge of your seat as the look of realisation dawns on Lorelai's face, and Toge watches you with eyes filled with adoration. Wow, you're adorable.

You swoon as the camera pans around the brunette on screen, letting yourself fall into your boyfriend's arms with a giggle, "Isn't that so cute?"

"A little over the top but so cute." You look up at your boyfriend through your eyelashes and teasingly add, "Now that's how you say I love you."

It's an offhand comment, just meant to be a small joke but it sparks an idea in his head nonetheless. The gears in his brain shifting a mile a minute.

A way to say I love you, huh?

It takes almost two weeks for him to get everything in order.

Placing an order of a thousand flowers is apparently excessive and the maximum of the local flower shop was three hundred.

And getting you distracted long enough to not notice a giant shipment of your favourite flowers being shifted into your room was no easy feat.

Toge had to beg and bribe Maki to go shopping with you and Nobara for an entire day.

Yuji and Gojo, ever the movie lovers and romantics were all for the idea of recreating the scene and even helped fill your dorm room.

Panda tried helped too but eventually gave up when his claws cut through three flower stems.

Megumi just rolled his eyes and reminded his senior that you'd probably give him hell for letting Gojo in your dorm room. (Toge tried not to focus on that upcoming lecture too much.)

Eventually, after an entire day of work and a few cuts on his hands, your boyfriend has managed to ready your surprise and patiently waits for you at the entrance of Jujutsu Tech.

"Ah, I feel like my legs are going to fall off," You complain as the three of you walk up the steps to your school.

Maki nods in agreement, "Now I understand why you guys make Yuji carry all the bags."

Like the amazing boyfriend he is, Toge holds out his hands and offers to carry your bags. And any other day you'd have told him it was fine—but damn Nobara took the words 'shop 'til you drop' a little too seriously.

The white-haired boy holds your bags in one hand and uses the other to intertwine his fingers in yours, leading you away from the now complaining redhead, who's whining about also wanting a boyfriend.

His excitement (and nerves) catch up to him and Toge quickens his pace until he's practically dragging you to your dorm room.

"Toge, calm down, you're gonna burn a hole in the floor at this rate," You laugh, matching his pace.

Eventually, the two of you reach the entrance to your dorm room and Toge stops you from opening the door.

He drops the bags on the floor and makes you stand in front of the door as he stands behind you, placing one hand over your eyes and the other on the door knob.

"Ooh, a surprise for me?" You ask with a quiet giggle, closing your eyes intinctivly.

You let Toge lead you inside, it was only a few steps but you had a general idea of the inside of your dorm and knew that you were standing in the middle.

Your boyfriend removes his hand from your eyes, and they immediately go as wide as saucers.

The two of you were standing in the middle of your dorm room—except it didn't look like your dorm room at all.

The usually plain dorm was now decorated to the brim with your favourite flowers, from small vases on your desk to the garland draped over the headboard of your bed.

You stand completely awestruck at the sight, not moving an inch as you try to process everything around you.

Toge waves his hand in front of your face, snapping you out of your trance. "Salmon?"

"You—you did this?" You ask in disbelief, before nodding frevently and wrapping your arms around his neck, "I love it!"

You pull down the zipper of his hoodie and give him a long, loving kiss, "I love it, I love it, I love it!"

The two of you stare at each other with heart eyes.

"I love you," You finally add in a soft tone.

And he doesn't have to say it out loud. Because 296 flowers filling your rooms are relaying the message loud and clear.

Now that's how you say I love you.

[imzsuzsis-blog]

"My waist"

This is going on, I haven't slept properly for days. The end result was a really fucking big comig out that people just stared at me. "Lando, I said I have a child... I also went through this, which you say is just the sentence of breaking up with you."

"You've said it a couple of times, Amanda... But the fact that my bottom hurts so much that I almost collapse wherever I am is the shit. Braxton-Hicks, you also said that the pain and bleeding are getting worse."

"I know and we agreed that if this continues, the girls will be born at 28 or 29 weeks. If you don't stress anymore. If it really isn't, we'll postpone it until the 31st or 32nd week."

He caressed me while I stood in front of the mirror with tears in my eyes and for the thousandth time I couldn't do anything with myself after the breakup. Loki said he'll help me through all this, but I wasn't alone and it all started from the beginning, I'm full of traces of abuse, I have suicidal thoughts and I don't want to talk to anyone who loves me.

"Come here, my dwarf who lives in a little mushroom house."

Amanda hugged me where you know, but I couldn't really understand her because of my tummy.

"I can't stand it without sobbing, but Loki was a bastard, everyone warned him, he was even kidnapped for half a day."

"Oscar?"

"I don't know if it's been a long time, but if that didn't happen with me, we wouldn't be able to talk here."

"Lando, Lando?"

I stood there in front of his door, you are here again, as always, as I usually do because he does not come out on time... Although now we are going separately, separately, we agreed without hysteria... In Barcelona, ​​he did not succeed in breaking the hysteria that we should go separately and that he asked for buttered bread with figs and elderberry jam for lunch he asked for asparagus with onion soup and cola apple pie and fried onions sprinkled with chocolate.

"Come on, don't rush, little friend."

I said in a whining voice, my favorite sneakers are on one foot and on the other, Amanda is currently raping the other, according to her, and I also think that my feet have lost two or three men's sizes since I was pregnant.

I calculated it, but that much is a bit much.

"Don't whine, come."

"What if these are my favorite shoes and my feet don't fit."

I stepped out in front of him and showed him my middle finger, between three big breaths and started towards the elevator.

"Lift seriously? From the second floor down. I came up the stairs on foot."

"Yes, elevator. I don't want to open a debate about this, come on."

"I lift with a good bass."

I started walking beside him angrily, then I pressed the call button about ten times and he slapped my hand and shook his head.

"Let the sponge wipe it off there." * in Hungarian.

"I don't understand, okay?" *in Spanish.

“Carlos come see this!!!”

"What Kevin?"

“What the? Poor Max."

I giggled to myself, something else was standing in the place of his car, it seems that they are bored...

"Lando, are you fucking okay?"

“you're in a very whiny mood."

"And Carlos, my shoes are too small for me."

"Is this your biggest problem?"

I hugged the poor man, but he pushed me away, I really didn't understand.

"My stupid teammate didn't want to go for a walk!!!! He thought I was a fucking dog!!!!! Oscar is an idiot!!!! I hate him!!!!"

"So far?"

"Not on a fucking staircase!!!"

"Maximum could only have been shoehorned in."

"Still a dick."

"Good to pick me up and carry me."

I did it, it was heavier than a bag of salt. We looked at each other, but he is my best friend and I just want to help him.

"Thanks, but is this how you carry me in?"

"Yeah mate."

He giggled girlishly in my arms, Lando was so cute and for the first time after the breakup. He looked at me, brought his face close and almost kissed me.

"Sorry, it wasn't nice, it's too romantic for me."

"No problem, we are like newlyweds on their honeymoon."

We giggled at this when we entered carefully and I quickly put it down and Lando caressed my face with his fingertips and we almost kissed again. I think the guy is in love with me.

[anyashifts]

okayyy weird stuff happened and I'll try to explain, but first I have a question and I can't find anyone who can answer it.

Question: Can you read PERFECTLY words while you're dreaming or "lucid dreaming"? (on the "lucid dreaming" case is because I was NOT aware at all that I was in a dream).

This is what happened: It was this morning around 3:50 or maybe it was 4 am already, when I started to dream, but the thing is besides being super realistic and detailed, everything was first person, I was in my cr room and it was night, I was with my mom and one of my cats was going crazy running around, I was helding a baby, apparently I was a mother in my 20s (I'm 25 here, but there I was slightly younger so I'll say 22/23 maximum).

The baby was a girl and she was a newborn, super cute and I knew she had the same eye color that I had in that "dream" which is weird, because her eyes color were blue but in this reality my eyes are brown, anyway, she was a newborn still I think she was around 3 months old only because she was still pretty small, and fun fact I still remember in detail her face right now as clear as the day.

So I was holding her and holding her binkie, while I was on my phone texting a guy, he is someone I used as a s/o faceclaim couple of months ago, but on the dream his name was different, so as far as I know, I met him on tinder and we talked but he disappeared and now he found me and we were texting again, this time he was asking me question through Instagram (its hard to replicate his user here because the first word for his @ in the dream had lots of 407 with words and the only I remember was a B, so it was basically like this: @B..._Gust4v0 which was his name in the dream > Gustavo)

So while we were texting I could FULLY read everything we were writing for each other, and he was complaining about the distance because we were from different states there and then he started to say that actually it wasn't so far and that we could make and could come visit me and all of that and then I had to put my phone down for a second, because of my daughter and I remember that I gave her a kiss on her forehead but like in between her eyes and she went cross-eyed for a second and started to cry and I started to soothe her and tried to calm her down, while my mom was laughing and guess what???

remember the crazy cat??? that little shit made me fall, but like it wasn't a big fall, I mainly just fell slowly on my back so I wouldn't step on him cuz he was sprinting around (the baby was totally fine don't worry)

anyway, that mainly what happened and I woke up right after because I started to think in the dream that I shouldn't be able to ready, cuz I've seen lots of people saying that you can't read stuff while you're dream or that if you can it will look messy and won't make any sense, which was not my case at all, and now I'm confused not knowing what happened and not knowing if it was a random shift that wasn't aware until I came back here, a crazy dream or a lucid dream.

[cheesus-doodles]

I hope this makes sense but could you please do a yandere toman x reader where they are all just exploring a museum together? Idk it just sounds cute to me.

this is kinda cute! not sure if this is what you meant anon, but i hope you enjoy regardless!

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Baji: Of course this baby boy is going to love the natural history museum with every bit of his heart ever since you invited him to go the first time. Has never stepped into a museum before, always though they were old people spaces and boring, like the library. But the moment he sees the taxidermy animals and even better, the spirit collection, his eyes light up. What's there not to like? Loves to look at evolution through the ages, especially the cats section and all their extinct ancestors, but doesn't understand much of the text or the science behind it. No worries though, Baji does make the effort to read up about his favorite exhibits. Though he would get embarrassed at being caught there (he's a big bad delinquent after all), would still accept any of your requests to accompany you to the museum. But don't except this baby boy to be interested in any other exhibit there - he will follow you around patiently for a maximum of an hour, until he has had enough and will physically put you over his shoulder and carry you back to the natural history exhibits.

Kazutora: Always had a thing for delinquent goods, so no doubt his favorite section of the museum would be military history, especially the collections of memorabilia they had on show. You were probably attuned with his interests, and had surprised him one day by simply dragging him along without telling Kazutora where you two were going. This baby boy was giddy that you two were on a 'date' of course, but even more so when he realized that you had made the effort to take him to go and see what you think he would be interested in, and you were spot on. Would spend hours with his jaw dropped looking at military history through time (his utmost favorite would probably be roman history), to which he would excitedly grab you to look at another piece that he found extremely interesting. Would absolutely refuse to look at anything but military history exhibits, would cry and beg and plead and just refuse to move. Would even buy a small souvenir to remember the occasion.

Mikey: Dinosaurs. Just- dinosaurs. Starry-eyed the moment he sees his first dinosaur skeleton, much more like a kid then the delinquent gang leader everyone feared when he steps foot in the museum. You had asked Mikey to accompany you to the museum on a school trip, promising him a handmade taiyaki if he accompanies you because some of the exhibitions scared you. This baby boy had been so reluctant at first, but then he laid eyes on the dinosaur and he was just. So. Impressed by how big they were. Just stands them in awe, asking you again and again to tell him more about the dinosaurs. And then of course he drags you off to look at more dinosaur fossils, the bigger the better. Somehow very confident that he could fight one and win, and likes the biggest of all the dinosaurs, which Mikey thought was a carnivore - the Argentinosaurusa, which was a herbivore, but you don't have the heart to tell him otherwise. Insists on buying a keychain of a dino fossil to carry around. You do manage to convince a sulking Mikey to follow you to the other "less interesting exhibits" though, but you'll have to piggyback him around.

Draken: Absolutely would be Engineering and Science. This boy had definitely been to the museum before, and has been back several times to look at and study the engineering and science sections in particular. Does a lot of self-study to learn more about engineering, and would be great friends with many of the museum stuff who help him with his learning, teaching him about the various machines. When you invite him to go along, Draken would be more than happy to. If you have an interest in engineering, it would certainly make this boy very happy to tell you more about each exhibit and the science and math behind it, but otherwise would be content with wandering around the museum, listening to you talk about anything and everything. Would even prod you about your favourite exhibits and learn about them so that he can discuss more with you. Has no problem looking at other exhibits, anything that you want, as long as he got to spend time with you.

Mitsuya: No doubt, the art museum would long already be a mainstay of Mitsuya's downtime visits - he loves to spend time looking at both classics and modern pieces, taking inspiration for his fashion. Would be delighted if you choose to visit his favourite museum and exhibits, hooking his arm in yours and telling you everything that he likes about the art piece, be it a painting, statue or figure. Would be even happier if you knew enough to could discuss the finer details with him, but wouldn't be at all angry if you didn't. Mitsuya would just be happy to have someone to share his passion with, as opposed to the rest of the Toman boys who have no care for art. But Mitsuya would be happy to go to any museum and exhibit with you, taking the pamphlets and reading the little blurbs about them, noting which ones he can bring his little sister to see as well. And when you do point out your favourites, Mitsuya would even make you a little souvenir so that you remember your trip to the museum with him.

Pah-chin: Pah would have a love/hate relationship with exhibitions showing gaming/arcade and electronics history. Loves arcades, and would be sad to see all the types of consoles and games that were now out of production and he would never get to play or try out. Interestingly, this boy would also be interested in the any land use exhibition, and would get you to explain to him everything and anything that he doesn't understand. But don't get him wrong, Pah still loves the electronics section the best. Would drag you off to the arcade after for a good gaming session too. Really can't be bothered about much else in the museum, and would keep dragging you back to what he wants to see.

The mess would be when you try to explore a museum with all of the Toman boys present, each of them insisting that you go with them to go and see their favourite exhibit. Hopefully you go manage to calm your boys down and get them to agree to go see a neutral exhibit, if not you might have to spend the rest of the day getting tugged and pulled and outright hoisted off.

[onekeii]

hwang hyunjin - platform 14

pairing: hyunjin x gn!reader

genre: romance, fluff, established relationship, long distance, reader is a uni student, hurt/comfort??

warnings: reader hates crowded/public spaces, not proofread

word count: 1.5k 

summary: your train home to see your boyfriend after several months is delayed

a/n: inspired by this cute couple i saw at the train station T-T 

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You were already running late thanks to the traffic, and now you found yourself at another escalator. If it wasn’t for your terrible habit of overpacking, you would’ve just picked your suitcase up and lugged it behind you as you climbed your way up. Instead, you were forced to wait on the steps. With every passing second, they seemed to move slower, the end only stretching out further from you.

Checking the time as you were finally released, you broke out into a small run. Platform 14 wasn’t far - you had done this so many times before. You still had time to make it. Fumbling around in your pockets as you approached the turnstiles, your face fell when a member of staff held his hand up, blocking you from entering the platform

“Sorry, the train is delayed.”

You peered behind him, noticing how the tracks were empty. 

“Why? It’s supposed to depart soon, no?” you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Unexpected railworks,” he said simply. 

“How long will it be?” 

He shook his head, “No clue. You’ll have to listen to the announcements.”

Without another word, you turned on your heel and marched to the closest bench. Your arm was so sore from dragging your luggage around that you winced when you pulled out your phone.

[Hyunjin] did you get on the train okay?

[Hyunjin] i’m so excited to see you

[You] it’s been delayed :(

You sighed, closing the messaging app to take a look at your homescreen. It was a picture of you and your beloved, Hyunjin, that the two of you had taken years ago - just before you started dating. You tried to not let it get to you, this journey was familiar to you after all. Even though you had moved away for university a couple months ago, you made the time to visit each other almost every other weekend; a little distance wasn’t going to spoil what you had.

Still, life got in the way. Exam season came and went, preventing you from leaving the library except to go home and sleep or to make your way to the exam hall. Your boyfriend never complained once, always calling you or texting you to remind you to eat and even sending little gifts in the mail - bathbombs and facemasks and snacks to make sure you were taking care of yourself. Thinking about it only made you miss him even more, if that was even possible. You cursed the railway tracks for not working properly on today of all days.

The only thing there was left to do was look around you. Eyeing up the information board, it provided no relief. It still only said that your train was delayed. Of course, some people were complaining loudly about the delays - it wan’t just you that had been affected. Dozens of other people were probably also being kept from seeing their loved ones because of the works. It made you feel so small. The crowd between you and the platform grew bigger as each second passed, completely blocking it from view. Now you would have to fight your way through them to get a good seat. Their chatter reached your ears despite your music already being on maximum volume, clashing with the announcer’s monotone voice booming from the speakers surrounding you. You just wanted to be home already, to see Hyunjin. To have him hold you and tell you it was okay.

As if he had read your mind from such a distance, your phone started buzzing. A call from him. It barely made it through the first ring before you picked up.

“Babe, are you okay?” his voice was music to your ears. Everything, all the people and all the noise suddenly seemed so far away. 

“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?” you tried not to sound too worried.

He knew you like the back of his hand, though. You couldn’t hide your shaky voice from him, “It sounds really busy there - are you sure?”

You nodded, forgetting he couldn’t see you, “I just want to be home already.”

“You will be soon, don’t worry,” he sighed, “is there any more information?”

“Nope - there’s unexpected railworks. The train we’re supposed to get on hasn’t even arrived yet.”

He laughed. You laughed, too. Oh, how you missed his laugh, “Typical, isn’t it? Do you want me to stay on the phone?”

“Yes, please,” you begged, “It’s too loud.”

“Okay, let’s see. I have a lot planned for us when you finally arrive.”

“Really? Tell me more.”

“I can’t - it’s a surprise,” he teased.

“Oh, please,” you scoffed, “I don’t need any more surprises.”

“Right, right,” he surrendered, “I had nothing planned for tonight - it’s free for whatever you want to do.”

“What do I want to do?” you thought out loud, “I just want to sleep.”

“Okay, then,” he chuckled, “we can just sleep.”

The two of you spent the next few minutes discussing your plans for the evening in more detail. He suggested ordering food, taking a bath, watching TV, and turning in early. You could picture it clearly, removing yourself from the hectic atmosphere of the station.

“Oh, did you hear that?” he stopped. 

You took your earphones out, disbelieving of the sudden silence from the crowd around you. You strained your ears, struggling to understand the announcer’s muffled voice even though the speaker was so close to you.

“The train from Platform 14 will depart in ten minutes. Please make your way to the gates. We apologise for any inconveniences caused.”

“Making me wait another thirty minutes to see you is more than just an inconvenience, I think,” Hyunjin joked. 

“It’s already been half an hour?” you questioned, confirming this for yourself by checking the time, “I have to go now if I don’t want to wrestle with a stranger for a window seat.”

“Okay, okay, text me when you’re almost there,” he cooed, “I’ll pick you up.”

“You don’t have to,” you stood up, struggling with how unnatural it felt to pull your suitcase along with your other hand, “I know the way.”

“Don’t be silly, I can’t wait that much longer.”

“Alright,” you sighed, “I’ll see you later. Love you.”

“I love you too.”

You put your phone away, retrieving your ticket from your pocket and gripping onto it tightly as you merged with the crowd. You tried to not let it bother you every time someone cut in front or pushed against you, doing your best to focus on how you would finally be able to see Hyunjin again after all of this. 

Successfully making it past the turnstiles, you hurried onto the coach at the very front, relief soothing your tensed muscles as you claimed the last forward-facing seat. Having to deal with the motion of travelling backwards would do nothing for your already excited nerves now. 

You didn’t even bother trying to hoist your suitcase above your head and into the overhead compartment, knowing that it would end badly. Instead, you carefully balanced it upright on the aisle seat, blocking the rest of the world from your mind as you turned to the window. The next couple hours passed quicker than expected, the blurry scenery surrounded by a burnt, beautiful orange sky as the sun began it’s descent. 

It was nice to get away from the world for a while; there was nothing to do but stare out the window and relax, all your worries left behind at the station. But when the train finally came to a stop, you were the first one off. Ticket in hand, you rushed past the gates and only slowed down when you were finally outside, taking a moment to finally breathe in the fresh air. 

Just as you were about to reach for your phone to let Hyunjin know you arrived, you felt a warm hand take your suitcase from you. Tensing up, worried that someone had just managed to rob you in broad daylight, you whipped your head around.

It was just Hyunjin. 

He was leaning against your suitcase, a bright smile plastered across his face. He looked exactly the same as he did when you last saw him a few months ago, the only difference being that his hair had now grown out past his jaw, falling haphazardly across his face as the wind blew. 

You didn’t say anything. Practically throwing yourself at him, he stumbled backwards a bit as he tried to catch his balance and keep the both of you upright, forgetting about keeping his hand on your luggage in favour of snaking his hands around your waist. You let out a long sigh, remembering just how nice his hair smelt - it was the same scent as the shampoo he started using when you first got together. He must’ve taken note of your comment on how nice it smelt.

Finally pulling away to look at his face properly, you smiled back at him.

It wasn’t just Hyunjin. He was your Hyunjin.

“Welcome home.”

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[senditcolton]

Forever I'm Yours, Forever I Do

Always calling each other cute pet names very casually and quite often but because of that you can tell when they are being serious because they address you by your name.

part of my Valentine's Day prompts requested by anon | word count: 0.9k | warnings: none!

Throughout your entire life, summer was always filled great memories and long-standing traditions. One of the most recent traditions being the annual family summer vacation that you and Tyson took.

The walls of the lakeside cabin were full of mementos from the previous three summers you spent there. This was the place Tyson first introduced you to his family and they welcomed you with open arms. It was where Tyson told you that he loved you.

This trip reminded you of everything that you loved about summer and your boyfriend Tyson, all rolled into one.

You sigh, looking out over the lake from the back porch of the cabin, a cup of coffee in your hand and blanket around your shoulders as you watch the sun rise. Being in this beautiful oasis, surrounded by your family and Tyson’s always made you happy. The smile on your face only grows when you feel Tyson’s arms wrap around your waist, his chin coming to rest on your shoulder.

“Mornin’ sweetheart,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss on your cheek.

“Hey, Tys,” you respond, leaning back into him. “What are the plans for today?”

“Nothing crazy. Maybe a hike, swimming in the lake, stuff like that.”

“Oh, so the usual.”

“Exactly.”

“Should I get ready?”

“If you want to, sweetheart,” Tyson says. “It’s all up to you.”

He gives you one final kiss before his arms fall from your frame, retreating back into the house. You finish up your coffee and return to the bedroom, completing your morning routine.

The rest of the day goes exactly as planned: hiking through the forest, stopping at some nearby rivers, laughing with Kacey and Tyson, walking back to the lake house, and spending the rest of the day lounging by the lake, the sun warm on your skin. All throughout the day, Tyson was looking after you. He was always attentive, but today, he seemed even more attuned to your needs.

Sweetheart, careful on the rocks.

Here, take my hand, let me help you, sweetheart.

You look beautiful today.

Do you need any sunscreen, sweetheart?

I love you.

The dinner with your shared families is wonderful, filled with laughter and joy. Tyson’s hand is constantly on your thigh, giving you gentle squeezes from underneath the table. After dinner, you stay at the table, chatting with Kacey as Tyson disappears from the kitchen. Once dinner was completely cleared, Tyson reappears next to your chair, extending his hand to you.

“Do you want to walk down by the lakeside with me, sweetheart?”

“I would love to, Tys,” you reply, giggling as you take his hand.

You let him guide you outside, the gravel of the pathway crunching beneath your feet as the two of you make your way to the dock. You smile, your body leaning against Tyson as you step onto the wooden deck, the string lights bright above you two.  

Your eyes take in the pinks, oranges, and blues of the sunset, your lungs filling with the cool breeze blowing in from the lake. You can feel Tyson’s hand fall from yours but you don’t mind, assuming that he is taking his phone out from his pocket to take a picture. The evening air is filled with the sound of nature and you sigh, your eyes closing as you take in the moment.

Tyson’s voice cuts through the quiet with a soft call of your name. Your full name. Something that he has only addressed you by a maximum of three times in your entire relationship.

You turn to face him and you have to adjust your gaze downwards, Tyson now kneeling on the hardwood dock, a small ring box in his grasp. Your hands fly immediately to your face, an involuntary reaction to the sight of him in front of you.

“Ever since I met you four years ago, I knew I loved you,” he says, his bright eyes staring up to meet yours. “Even before we spoke those three words to each other, I just knew. Loving you wasn’t a possibility, it was an eventuality,” Tyson says, the practiced speech flowing from his lips.

“Tys,” you whisper, the tears already forming in your eyes.

“I love you, more than anything in the world,” he continues. “You’re my best friend and I can’t imagine life without you. Seeing you every day is the best part of waking up in the morning, and hearing your laugh is music to my ears. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. So, sweetheart, will you make me the happiest man alive, and marry me?”

“Yes!” you exclaim, a joyous laugh falling from your lips. “Yes, of course I will!”

You don’t wait for him to rise up, choosing instead to drop to your knees to meet him. Your hands cup his face, pulling him close to press your lips against his. Tyson’s arms wrap around your waist as he deepens the kiss, your body leaning backwards.  

The two of you break apart and both of you look down to box in his hands. Tyson pulls the ring from the cushion, his hand slightly shaking as he slides piece of jewelry onto your finger. You smile grows as you look back at Tyson, before leaning in to kiss him again. A chorus of cheers break through the evening air, coming from the direction of the cabin. You look over to see your combined families celebrating from the back deck of the lake house, having watched the whole thing unfold.

This beautiful lakeside retreat held so many memories. And you knew that this moment – kneeling on the dock with Tyson’s arms around you, an engagement ring on your finger, and your family looking on – was going to be your favorite of them all.

[simpcityy]

Hi! :)

Can I request a one shot or head cannons if the spider teens + Miguel (platonic) with a reader who is like jolyne cujoh from Jo-Jos bizarre adventure they are also a spider person I’ll link below jolyne and her stand in case you do pick up this request and don’t know much about either of them

Stone free/stone ocean -> https://jojo.fandom.com/wiki/Stone_Free

Jolyne cujoh/kujo -> https://jojowiki.com/Jolyne_Cujoh

Anyways have a nice day/night :)

My second ever request! It took so long to write this since I was having a hard time, I'm not familiar with Jo-jos Bizarre Adventure but after seeing the amazing color concept and style, it's on my list to watch! Remember to stay hydrated and to keep on simping! ( I hope this is what you had mind 😊)

Hobie: 🧷The moment he met you, one thing came to mind. You’re going to be his new partner in crime. The moment he heard about your small crimes you’ve committed since you were young. You would be perfect in his small projects of fighting the government establishment. 🧷 Especially hearing the time you were in a maximum-Security Ward; he definitely wants to help you put more crap into your government establishment in your earth as well. It must have been tough for you, but he salutes you for pushing it through, making you more amazing to him. Heck, he has mad respect for you for taking one for the team knowing you were innocent. He looks at you talking with others, just by the way you look, he wouldn’t have a clue that you went through so much. He definitely wouldn’t mind doing favors for you, he doesn’t believe in taking orders but you’re an exception. 🧷Whenever he finds matching pins, he always hands you the other half. “What’s this? Wouldn’t you give this to Pav?”  “Nah, this suits you more” Would be his excuse, seeing you wear the pins on your suit or bag got him smiling proudly since the pins were pretty much saying ‘fuck the govenment’ and so on. 

Gwen: 🥁Your style is what brought her closer to you before dating you. She wonders if you dyed your hair all by yourself but one thing, she could agree is that your style is pretty cool. She even thinks about growing her hair out to try cool and funky hairstyles like yours. 🥁The first time she talked to you; her first conversation started was. “Can you adopt me?” “What…” Was your only response to her odd question. Gwen has to admit, having you as an older/younger sibling would be so cool and fun.

🥁It kind of happened over time, you two would dye each other's hair and even taught Gwen to do your signature hairstyle on yourself. Motivating the girl to grow her hair out to do a similar style like yours and even dye her hair more to express herself.

Pav: 🍵Once you stepped foot into the HQ, he was asking all sorts of questions. Is your hair naturally like that? What’s your Stands job? How were you bit? So much more that Hobie had to snap him out of it as Pav had his eyes glowing with admiration once you were introduced by Miguel. His friendly and cute behavior is what made you two into the cute couple. 🍵What made you stand out to him was your flashy colors and choice of clothing which he finds so cool. Even the way you fight had a flashy style and overall, he found it amazing how different you are from different spider people. When Pav joined the team for the first time, he felt like he didn’t belong from how different he was but now, he doesn’t feel alone when you joined the team. 🍵 A lot of Chai breaks to gossip the latest romance between the spider-people. He feels so happy to share this little hobby of his. While you get the juicy gossip of what happens when you’re off working. You have to admit, he’s pretty good at being cupid. I mean look how happy you two are with each other.

Miles: 🖌 You are a new inspiration to his book of art. Pages and pages filled with you in different poses, standing, drinking and he even captured some of your fighting poses when you were assigned a mission with him.  When you discover his book laying around at his place, he was having a mental breakdown only to feel stupid for overreacting when you were cool with it and even offer to pose for him to draw different angles. 🖌 Hangouts and dates are mostly consisting in his earth teaching you how to do a mural in some alley wall. It brings him a sense of relief since he used to be taught by his uncle and now, he gets to share moments like this again with someone he cherishes, you and sometimes would take the time to admire your stand from up close. Your stand has their own personal mural of them created by Miles! 🖌 Found a new person who admires his sneaker collection. Seeing the way, you dressed yourself, he introduced you to the whole sneaker world and he has to say, he got you addicted to getting yourself new kicks once a month as a treat for yourself for saving lives. You even got Miles some limited editions from your earth, let's just say, you're the street fashion couple. Miguel (platonic): 🕷️ Miguel finds you troublesome, but he admits one thing to himself that he would never tell anyone not even Lyla, the strength you carry to the team, he admires it. Seeing you always making sure no one comes back injured after a mission. He does scold you for taking all the hits. “Ay niño/ niña! Don’t be the punching doll for others!” It’s like a father scolding their crazy teenager which Lyla always has fun watching the chaos between the two of you. 🕷️ He has many questions like Pav but his are more about your past. He knows how it feels to have a shitty dad so he would always check up on you. How was the mission? Did you eat? The brand sold out your favorite hair dye, come check his earth to see if it’s stocked there. He hates to admit but, he bonded with you over the similarities of childhood trauma. 🕷️He has complained about your clothing choice, and he knows it’s how you express yourself, but his excuse is always, “You’re showing too much skin, Look! “ Comments that every parent worries about their child's safety, Miguel is one of them. Always giving the glare to any of the young spiderlings that get close to you or even lay a hand on your shoulder but in the end, he respects it but he still keeps an eye on anyone who stares at you for too long. As Lyla tells him, “you’re just a single tired father with a punk type, angsty type of teenerager.”

Author notes: THANK YOU I HAVE REACHED 200 FOLLOWERS. Wow, also thank you for loving my I'm not her series, it's the most popular out of all the works I did so far. So, I am working on that. The poll also finished so I will do that 100-follower special as well.

[loserfae]

pleeease keep talking about toys...i think this is interesting and smth i've never thought too hard about but it makes sense and i like to hear your opinions on modern toys

(ask pertaining to this post)

holy shit okay !! i would love to ramble on so, i shall!

okay im no expert on toy sales history, this is all just observation from my life experiences and i'll try to keep each part i want to go over relatively short!

that being said lets start with a small one that i've personally noticed as a canadian: Kinder egg toys! i remember when they used to come with like 4-8+ pieces, and you needed the included step by step manual to assemble them. they would often come with sticker sheets to decorate them with, and they would often be articulated or be set on wheels or have some sort of fun or movement or general functionality to them:

dont those look awesome? wrapped in 2 kinds of chocolate, and for only like 2$! i remember they would come in all shapes and sizes, all sorts of animals and vehicles and sometimes freaky little abominations, as you can see above, and sometimes even puzzles! they were such a special treat as a kid.

but kinder eggs now? come with a maximum of like 3 pieces that just snap together (usually the front and back of the toy, and then the platform they stand on). and thats all they mostly are now, stiff toys that stand on platforms wahhooooo yippeee

idk just look at the quality difference from the old ones above compared to some of the new ones:

like..... these are..... nothing! literally nothing. just a figure snapped to a pole/platform and thats it! not very interesting for more than 3 minutes max.

now i know what you're thinking: "not ALL of the old kinder toys had to have been bangers" and you'd be right, some were lame as hell, but even the lame ones from before look more intricate than the ones we have now, like can you see what i mean, just detail-wise?

it just feels so cheap and shitty, i could go on and on but more is explained later. point is, it sucks.

anyway that's a very small example and we can move onto bigger and better ones, and maybe even one that everyone else might have noticed by now; McDonald's toys! remember when they were actually toys?

and not just stiff figurines?

(the minions franchise was like CRACK for companies who love making profit off of nothing but stiff rounded plastic. probably the cheapest form of "toy" i can think of)

and yeah, again, its not like there werent figurines back in the day too, there's ALWAYS been lame as hell mcdonalds toys, but looking among many modern mcdonalds toys, you dont see anything as cool as the old ones. literally every major modern movie/franchise right now is nothing but figurines. the most recent actually interactive mcd's toy ive seen is when they collabed with hasbro games

again, companies just seem to be pumping out quantities over quality.

but why?

well, for starters toys are becoming cheaper (both in price and quality) because prices have sky rocketed and stores are forced to only stock cheaper things, therefore the cheap things sell the most, and then more of them get made, and statistics get fucked, etc etc the cycle repeats.

but toy companies know one thing, and that's that things that are "cuter" always sell more. "cuter" being used with vitriol because their idea of 'cute' is 'more glitter and sparkles and rainbow colours and obnoxiousness' oh, and dont forget the huge soulless bug eyes on all of them!

i know that people love these things, but theyre so..... uncanny. their stare is piercing, their stance is so stiff, i always felt bad actually playing with the only one of these i had growing up, and not just because it freaked me out, it just genuinely didnt feel good to play with.

and i knoowwwww people are obsessed with these things, but come on, you have to admit theyre SO unoriginal! theyre just cookie cutter shapes!

these things are horrifying and, at best, belong on a shelf.

these "beany boos" are so woobified and almost feel like a flanderized version of a stuffed animal, and they've completely taken over "beanie babies", which were wonderful soft little things that actually had movement and weren't stiff to cuddle! I also feel like they're almost trying to copy what webkinz was, in a way, as some of those were stiff too (but still loveable and not burdened with an uncanny, vacant stare)

anyway this is getting insanely long and im sorry but i feel like im going insane every time i see new toys nowadays. the like.... "cuteification" of everything is driving me insane, and the fact that they are simply just lower quality than what we used to get, because of prices rising and causing easy-to-make things to become more and more popular.

examples to further prove these points:

extreme woobifying or "cuteification" by almost completely removing all horse anatomy in favour of thin limbs, heavy makeup eyes that are now on the front of her face, and modern influencer eyebrows. on a horse.

and the extreme-simplifying of toys can be seen quite well on those mini polly pocket sets!! see this one here?

almost allllll of those little plastic things could be rotated or rearranged or moved or fucked with in some manner, it was awesome. i loved these miniature houses they always came with so much shit. wanna guess what the newer ones look like?

you guessed it, like shit!!

man even beyblades used to come with like, all sorts of different pieces both metal and plastic alike, and you had to assemble them yourself and you could interchange pieces to obtain a different weight which would affect your attacks against other beyblades, etc etc:

and looking at them now? they seem to be mostly made of- yep, you guessed it, hard cheap plastic.

anyway holy shit i literally reached the 30 image limit on a single post tumblr really said thats ENOUGH !! i cant believe i just spent that long talking about the worlds most pointless thing but at any rate i hope you enjoyed it and i hope you see my vision. because like i said im not insanely knowledgeable on any of this in particular, but its hard not to notice the decline in quality of all of todays modern toys.

[cerealandchoccymilk]

Trigun Bookclub: Trigun Vol.1-2, Chapter #08

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CW: Some of my analysis in this post touches the topic of suicidal ideation (there will be a warning around that portion).

I’m doing a deep-read of the Japanese original print (reread) and Overhaul 1.0 (first read) side-by-side, and writing down everything I notice from small details, version differences, translation differences, etc.

The volume numbers will be mismatched for most of the remainder of Trigun, since the Japanese first edition is 3 volumes while all later versions are 2 volumes.

As always, here are the non-analysis panels aka just my homosexual mumbling:

And the rest is under the cut.

[link for if the images aren’t in horizontal rows]

This chapter is the beginning of the Japanese Volume 2, which is from #08 to #13 (plus the pilot as a bonus).

Starting off with the cool as balls shot of Vash being shot a billion bullets at! I did write "rule of cool" here since I thought he was just magically evading the firing squad. However, on second thought, I think Neon specifically ordered the gang to not actually shoot him, judging by how he says "not bad" immediately afterwards. It's his way to test Vash, to see if he flinches.

[cw sui] The "You ain't afraid of dyin', are ya?!" line stuck out to me a lot... Many rereaders (and I assume first-timers too, at this point in the bookclub) know that Vash is... casually suicidal? I'm not sure if that's the right way to put it, but he doesn't have much of a sense of self-preservation. He's not seeking death, of course, but he's not exactly avoiding it either.... This becomes much more apparent and relevant at the end of Trigun and in Maximum, so I'll leave it until I get to those parts. [/cw]

Dear god the crotch shot. okay (squeezing this into a row because I don't really want this guy's balls to take up the whole screen lmao)

I've always loved how Nightow draws these circles to show spinning motion in his artwork!! It's simple but it really pops... it's just so so (chef's kiss)

I wonder just what Vash's next move was going to be here? He's pretty much cornered... but I guess he can always get out of any situation, as he usually does.

Vash's expression of sheer confusion is golden. I love him lmao

Meryl!!!!!!!!! Milly!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We missed you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I love how immediately after he calls Meryl a little girl he gets spooked by the Big Girl instead.

This is not directly translatable, but I find Milly's line here very cute. In Japanese, she says「…私は――　ミリィ…トンプソンとゆいます　えとえとイチオー スタンガンミリィとは私のコトをゆいます」 The correct word for "I'm called [smth]" here would be 言います(iimasu), but the pronunciation ゆいます(yuimasu) is a bit childish in this context. If I recall correctly, isn't Milly the youngest of many siblings? Maybe it's a little quirk showing that youngest-sibling aspect of hers.

Meryl asking Vash to be a "responsible adult" for once.... lol

This is the first time his name has been called since his encounter with Kaito and the beginning of the BL gang' hijack. I completely forgot that Kaito has no idea who he is!! Vash didn't give him a name; he's just been calling him あんた("you") the whole time!!

Excuse the messier handwriting from here on… I was working on this during a car ride.

A detail in the Japanese version - this line was originally written「おまえが消したって話���なってるJULY(あのまち)だが…」with "JULY" having a ruby pronunciation note of あのまち("that city").

This part was initially written to be a translation suggestion but I decided to just keep it a JP phrasing note:

「あのガレキが俺の見た最初の風景だ」 "That mountain of debris was the first thing I saw."

Translation suggestion - Here, Neon says「サシの勝負だ」, where サシ means "face-to-face" or "one-on-one." I would say it's more like "This fight is between just the two of us," to show more of the respect Neon has for Vash.

More of this respect is shown in the next page, where they make a promise that Neon will step back if Vash wins the duel. Neon recognizes Vash's skill and ideology, and treats him as an equal.

And here's the action!

I found interesting that Neon's war-cry/exclamation "ha" was actually written in kanji as 派. The kanji by itself means group or faction, but considering Neon's character, maybe it's supposed to be a reference to the word 派手(hade), meaning "gaudy?"

This duel definitely isn't following regular duel rules... but no one said it was unfair or anything. Maybe this is just how they are in No Man's Land.

Neon shoots with his dynamo-gun (?) instead of his cool engraved pistol.... Anyways, his first strike is at Vash, and they all hit the rocks that are falling between them. Vash then shields himself with one of those rocks by jumping in the same direction as it.

And he's doing another frontflip!! In sync with the falling rock!! With a wound in his gut!! In midair and upside down, he precisely shoots five rounds into Neon. It hits his dynamo, but looking closely I can see that maybe he got his arm shot too.

damn....

A bit of a tangent - many of Neon's actions are reminiscent of old Japanese culture, which is very interesting. His pose during his first appearance in Chapter #05 (how did i remember that. i checked just in case and i was right), where he sort of squats and extends his open palm to the front, is a very stereotypical kabuki pose. Again, I don't know about the specifics of kabuki, but his pose on the the panel where Vash jumps also looks kabuki-esque to me. Neon's respect towards Vash as a fellow gunslinger and his beliefs on dignity reminds me of bushidō. It's not representative of all aspects, of course, but there are definitely elements incorporated in his character.

This line (including the speech bubble after it) is a bit weird when translated so it will have to be tweaked, but a direct translation would be:

「このままではブレーキングはおろか…　船体ごと爆発する可能性があります！！」 "If it continues like this, the ship itself may blow up, let alone brake!!"

I'm pretty sure "brake" (miswrote in the image, will fix later) here means that they won't be able to put on the brakes due to the boiler malfunction. But I don't know shit about machinery or how to phrase this. (shrug)

That’s it for Chapter #08! As always, the Japanese annotations are in the reblogs.

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #272

I finally got around to making those epic noms today!

Okay, so like… I've been taking this celecoxib stuff for a bit now. It's not as though I am in no pain, but it is, at very least, significantly reduced. Aside from that night I got like 4-5 hours sleep, so far I have a lot more energy, simply because it doesn't hurt nearly as much to do very basic things, like put on my shoes, or breathe, or yawn, or do dishes. It's pretty freaking rad!!

So I woke up, made myself a nifty sandwich (I used some of the garlic pudding that J made as a spread, and balanced out the flavor a little with mayo and the result was… *chef's kiss!*), and went to the appointment at the sleep doctor place.

I gotta use a CPAP, you see, because my lower jaw is a bit too small to hold all the soft tissue inside my face. I use the CPAP so that those soft tissues don't collapse in the night and cause me to partially suffocate over and over again. It was the yearly checkup to make sure that the CPAP is working as intended; it's got special software to monitor how well I'm breathing when I sleep, and it sends that data to the sleep place. Things are working mostly good! But the lady who handles my file upped the maximum allowable air pressure just in case.

Unexpectedly, she asked me about the plush of you that I carry with me. And so I told her a little about you, and about what I'm trying to do for you. She seemed… moved. Moved by the notion that your existence helped me to get through my childhood alive. Moved by your struggle. And… moved by the picture of your face that I showed her. She took one look at you, and she said that you are very beautiful.

…Sephiroth… I think… even if you never call yourself a monster again, it'll still be too soon. Don't do it anymore, okay?

Anyhoot, I was struck by some of the scenery around where the office for that place is, and I thought you might like it too, so... I snapped a few pictures. Here...

I returned home. At some point, I got a picture of Mogwai napping very cutely, as he do:

Anyway, so after that, I finally got to work on the epic noms I intended to make! I got a tiny sugar pumpkin, and J kindly cut it in half for me and scooped out all the seeds:

...I'll probably roast those seeds tomorrow!!! It'll be good!!

Anyway, the next step is to roast the pumpkin. First, you preheat your oven to 350 degrees F (or about 176.6 degrees C), and line a baking sheet with parchment paper. While the oven is pre-heating, you put brush some melted butter onto the fleshy side of the pumpkin halves...

Then you stick 'em flesh-side-down on the cookie sheet, and stab the skin full of holes so that steam can exit properly:

...Pop 'em in the oven for about 50 minutes, and they're done!

...From there, we scoop the flesh out of the skin with a spoon:

...Then we mash it up with some yummy stuff! In this case, I used honey, maple syrup, and some of that awesome garlic pudding!

...But then it was time for J and I to go get the third and final dose of the HPV vaccine (yay!). So we did that! I got some pictures along the way...

The sky looked like a watercolor painting today, even if my camera didn't capture it well.

For whatever reason, J decided to take pictures of me taking pictures, too, haha...

Anyway, then I went home! And I cooked that steak!!

I also made mac and cheese! Here's the finished spread:

...Want some...?

...I'd give anything to be able to hand you this plate. It was absolutely fucking delicious.

I got one more picture, too, while I was putting this all together; maybe you'll like it:

...I've got a few more pictures I wanna show you, taken by J. But I think those will have to wait until tomorrow; it's going on 1:00am where I live.

...Hey. Stay safe out there, okay? Because you're loved. And I hope that's clear to you, from all these pictures and all these things I'm trying to show you, all the things I wish I could share with you, and all these little ways I'm trying to call you back to the light, even from an entire reality away.

I love you. And I'll write again tomorrow.

Your friend, Lumine

[dalliansss]

Pining starters, for Egg/Finno:

"I know it's silly to hold onto this hope, but my heart refuses to let go."

pining starters

It is easy to know when Aikanár, Egg, has had another 'heartbreak'. Findekáno knows the symptoms as well as the back of his own hand by now: without fail, Aikanár shall be waiting for him either outside Finwë's palace, or else outside his house (the weather for this option must be impeccably timed; it should be raining cats and dogs, for maximum dramatic effect), or else right inside his house -- Aikanár has long made Findekáno's home his own -- since the former was an elfling, in fact, visiting near every day, growing in frequency as he hit puberty and he quarreled more and more with Findaráto -- the dread teenage rebellious phase. During that phase, Aikanár had left much things in Finno's house, claimed one of the two guest rooms for his own -- and Finno knew better than to refute the imposition claim.

Today, it is a particularly bad heartbreak. Egg has chosen the second option: it is raining (rains are stupid in Tirion, so close to Valmar and Ezellohar; all they ever get is light drizzling. If Egg wanted true rains, he should have gone to Alqualondë, or Formenos, or one of the many towns far south or far north). Finno, who is sitting near his hearth reviewing papers from that morning's council, hears the tell-tale clack of a small stone against his window, and he sighs in exasperation fondly, abandoning his parchment and getting to his feet.

He opens his door, and there he finds Egg, lightly drenched under a sheen of moisture, clad in royal blue Telerin skirts, ropes of pearl necklaces and coral armbands. Egg's nose is red -- enough to rival Finno's prize-winner tomatoes, and his eyelids are equally crimson, puffy from dramatic weeping.

"Ai, Aikanár," Finno murmurs, stepping back, allowing his best friend into his home. Egg steps inside, shakes his head as if he is one of Turko's dogs, and sends water flying everywhere. Finno briefly eyes him in disgust as he wipes his own face, but there is no hostility there. This has been routine in their lives so much. It is simply how things are. "Who is it?"

"Manyariel," Egg says, and Finno remembers at once the Noldorin elleth -- proud in beauty and countenance, every bit an opportunistic one, eager to marry into the aristocracy. Good riddance, he thinks, but does not say. "I sundered with her." Egg sniffles, and he collapses onto one of Finno's couches. Opens his arms, expectant.

Finno closes the door, and he sits on Egg's lap. The now-taller elf hugs him like a stuffed plush toy, nosing into his back.

One, two, three-- Findekáno counts inside his head, and, exactly like clockwork, Egg begins the litany of 'mourning': how Manyariel was perfect for him; how he has always seen her as his wife, how he dreamed of little children with her dark hair, her cute cheeks, her---

Finno listens obligingly. He pets what he can reach of Aikanár's arms, and he thinks-- where has time gone? It seems a blink ago, he was helping Ingoldo with his spoilt, tantrummy second brother. Now, Aikanár is taller than he is, broad in the shoulders and chest, tanned, muscled. An over-cooked Vanya, as Turukáno often says in jest.

"I know it's silly to hold onto this hope, but my heart refuses to let go." Egg says as he finishes his litany of mourning, and Finno feels him rest his cheek against his nape.

The thing with Aikanár, Egg-- he falls in love easily, as if on a whim. He has had a string of 'great love affairs' now. Elleth, whom he claim shall be his wife, one after the next. Love eludes Aikanár as it had eluded Maitimo and himself. Perhaps, Maitimo once said, their match in the Music was in Endorë, and if so, they will all have to sail to the Hither Lands, looking for their destined wives.

Now, if only they could sail.

"You will be fine, Egg," Finno says. "This too shall pass. Manyariel was simply not--" "Not my match in the Music," Egg finishes for him.

Both of them end up chuckling at the spectacle of it: the routine heartbreaks of Egg, the routine acceptance of Finno as his person-to-go-to, the routine, the routine, the routine. Like clockwork. It is muscle memory now, Findekáno is sure.

He shakes his head. He taps Egg's arms, and Egg relinquishes his hold, and Findekáno stands, faces him, and he bends a little to plant a kiss on Aikanár's forehead.

"I love you, Finno," Egg chirps, leaning into the kiss. He returns it -- also routine, this -- cupping Finno by the cheeks and kissing where his dimples would be, if he smiled. "You are the most beautiful elf in all of Arda. Woah! My best friend is fairer than even Varda's stars! Woahhh! I am lucky!"

Findekáno smiles, the dimples Egg adores showing. "Now. I expect you shall be staying for supper. I have soy chicken. Let me just get you a towel so you can dry your curls."

@antares0606