#their love is soft and soothing

[mischievous-thunder]

Bonus:

It's sin o'clock with the multiversal soulmates

[kalicocal]

Let's talk about that CaitVi Scene

For me, what made this scene impactful has to do more with the fact that the prison cell is the physical representation of Vi's mind more than the fact that it's where they first met. (Although the latter does add merit to Fortiche's capacity for telling circular narratives.)

We know this because we see Fortiche use this same motif in S108, where we see half of Vi behind bars and the other half unobstructed, which signifies how Vi is torn between going back to help her sister and helping Caitlyn take the gemstone back.

In this context, though, Vi is shackled by the mantra, “Whatever happens, it’s on you,” and we know this because Vi admits it herself, “I choose wrong every time. And because of it, I’ve lost everyone.” 

And the implication of Caitlyn unlocking this cell and entering this space—this space filled with emotional and physical scars, this space haunted by phantom pains and memories with teeth—was just like an “I got you” moment, the perfect affirmation that finally releases Vi from the shackles of this inherited responsibility. 

Caitlyn not only predicted it, but she actively took measures that enabled Vi to free Jinx safely. By doing this, Caitlyn implicitly confirmed that Vi didn't choose wrong this time and that she wasn't alone in the decision to offer Jinx a second chance.

I know some people have their own opinions about them doing it in a jail cell without explicitly talking about what happened between them in Act 1, but as much as I appreciate the idea of open communication, romance, and making love in a bed, I understand why they saved the talking for later. After all, facing imminent doom and Armageddon can influence people to rush into things. 

All jokes aside, there is one thing about this scene that makes my heart ache with joy: that Vi finally has one memory that outshines all that was made in the prison cell. And that memory is of warmth, a gentle touch, and soft eyes—the only memory that matters.

And for me, that's enough.

[bluestjayy]

perfectly mundane

As mundane as it seems, one of Kim’s new favorite activities is getting boba tea with Chay every Thursday.

Boba is great for several reasons.

The first being that Chay adores Boba Tea and their dates are one of the only ‘within reason’ ways that Kim is allowed to spoil him without the financial trauma ruining the mood for both of them. The second is that when he’s able to exist like this with Chay, in the wild with nothing but each other and Chay’s enthusiastic retellings of his study group that day, Kim gets a taste of what it’s like to just be Kim.

Kim who can come out from behind the carefully constructed caricatures in a public setting rather than safely hidden in the walls of their shared home.

Of course there’s sometimes the odd fan who can see through the strategic face mask & sunglasses combo all too easily. Or a bodyguard on the periphery if Porsche is feeling particularly overprotective that day (code for, Kinn and Porsche have gotten themselves into the kind of trouble that is likely to domino into Chay’s peaceful existence).

Sometimes there are aspects of their real lives creeping in, peeking around the corners and pulling them back to reality, but with each passing day they get more and more comfortable in this existence they're building together. Each day they get further and further away from being as entrenched in the grayscale of mafia life that had once pinned them in place with teeth on their necks.

More often than not, in recent months, they just get to be boyfriends. Boyfriends on a date, doing date things, and Kim gets to shed the version of himself he feels like he is always striving to play.

Protector. Leader. Older. Criminal.

“Hold on, you’ve got–” Chay is flushed pink from giggling as he had recounted Ohm’s disastrous attempt to flirt with one of the seniors in their department, and he reaches across the small sticky table to run his thumb across the peak of Kim’s cheekbone. “Eyelash.”

He freezes in place for a second. Thumb swiping softly back and forth over skin Kim can feel heating under the scrutiny.

Chay thinks, pink tongue darting out to wet his lips, and then he comes to the decision– adorably, Kim even sees him nod his head to himself, cementing the choice– that he simply can't help himself. S if magnetized, Chay draws close and kisses Kim on the cheek. A gentle peck that is as fleeting as it is sweet and all at once Kim wishes Chay had lingered longer. Had littered affection onto his skin like ink blots on a canvas.

Kim is so suddenly overcome with warmth– not even heat, this isn't passion burning through his veins like molten steel but instead a crackling fire in the middle of winter, or a sweater fresh from the dryer, it's… is home– that he has to avert his eyes downwards and breathe through the sensation of his stomach rolling itself over into a double loop.

Chay beams at him like he hung the moon, and moves swiftly on to another story. As if Kim could possibly hear him over the sound of his insides singing a melody of devotion to the sparkle in Chay’s eyes as he speaks.

Which is exactly what he gets to have here, in this liminal space of existence that they carve out for themselves. Kim gets to give in. He gets to be looked at like that. He gets to be adored by Chay without feeling like he’s lacking in some other aspect.

Here he can exist outside of the binary that he had been built for him since childhood. Strength and solitude and ruthlessness don’t matter here because Chay is using his straw to suck up tapioca pearls and the electric blue neon sign shaped like a teacup behind his head is helping him the way he deserves, making his features glow, and all that matters is the string of words coming out of his mouth that despite being perfectly mundane are sweeter than any treat they could possibly buy here.

So yes, while it may seem mundane for a man like Kim (who has all the advantages money, his name, and his chosen career, can get him) to call a boba date the highlight of his week…

Perhaps the fact that it's mundane is precisely the reason he enjoys it so much.

[sunfloweraro]

Sky’s still got it

Sky plays a certain soothing tune on his harp to help Bunny get some rest. It works a little too well.

Tags: @thatonecrazysidekick and @tiredgaytheatrekid

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Sky began to pluck the strings for one last song, his eyes slipping shut as he thought of his beloved back home, often troubled by nightmares after her journey, similar to the ones that plagued him. He would sit by their bed after a bad dream of hers, once he had comforted her and wiped her tears away with his thumb, and he would play her this song. Zelda would never fall asleep in the first play-through, rarely the second, but by the third, soft snores would always escape her despite her insistence that she wouldn’t be able to sleep again that night.

As Sky played the final note, letting it linger on the air sweetly, he opened his eyes, slow and calm. All around him, the Zora had fallen asleep, either leaning against each other or curled up on the floor. Four had drifted off against the railing, his relaxed features making him look much younger than he normally did. Time leaned back against the wall of the Domain, arms crossed and chin lowered to his chest, fast asleep.

And next to Sky, Bunny had slumped, his breathing deep and even as Sky had hoped it would be.

“Still got it,” Sky murmured to himself, pride glowing within his chest at having knocked out both their normally serious Smithy and the Old Man, and at having helped Bunny get some rest after such an eventful day.

“That ye do.” Sky jumped, raising a hand to his chest when he realised it was only Twilight, leaning against the railing of the stairs, staring down at him with a fanged smile. “Sorry, we didn’ mean tah scare ye.”

It was then Sky realised Wild stood across from Twilight, his slate out as he attempted to capture an image of Time, conked out against the wall. He snapped a couple before Twilight grabbed him by the back of the shirt and dragged him away.

“That’s enough. We need tuh wake ‘em up”—Twilight jerked a thumb back at the sleeping Zora—“and get this lot in bed. We’ve a busy day ahead of us tomorrow and the last thing I wan’ is to listen to the Old Man bitch about ‘is sore back.”

Sky couldn’t help but snort, raising a hand to his mouth to stifle the sound. Wild had no qualms with bursting into laughter, quickly achieving their task of waking the Zora with their sensitive hearing. Grumbles were sent his way, and they received a half-apologetic wave before they dispersed.

“Ah’ve got this one,” Twilight said, already crouching by Time. Rather than shaking him by the shoulder to wake him, Twilight carefully picked up Time, carrying him effortlessly in his arms like Time was a toddler who had fallen asleep at a family gathering. Sky couldn’t help but chuckle to himself at the thought, turning back to Bunny and Four.

“How strong are you feeling today, my dear Champion?”

“We both know these two will weigh about the same,” Wild shot back. “Your choice.”

Rolling his eyes, Sky pushed himself to his feet, dusting off the front of his pants, a force of habit from the many times he had been knocked down on his quest that he couldn’t quite shake. He passed his harp to Wild to be stored in his slate for the moment. “We both know while our Smithy is small, he’s all muscle. I’ll ask again, how strong are you feeling?”

“In that case, I’m taking Bunny.”

“Ye jus’ wanna cuddle ‘im.”

“Perhaps,” Wild said as he scooped Bunny up into his arms, cradling him close like Hyrule and Twilight always did. “Oh. Oh, I see why you two want to carry him all the time. He’s so soft.”

Twilight grinned a fanged grin. “That ‘e is. Be careful with ‘im, yeah?”

Where he might normally take the words as offensive, Wild merely nodded, as if the weight and warmth of a real, breathing creature on his shoulder gave something to Twilight’s words he never heard when he was handling an item. “I will,” he promised.

“In the case,” Sky said, not at all upset he missed out on carrying Bunny when it meant he got to ensure his close friend slept somewhere comfortable and warm. He gathered Four in his arms, grateful he had thought to consider Four’s strength rather than assuming their Smithy would weigh next to nothing with his height. “Shall we?” Sky asked, holding Four closer, smiling when Four leaned his head against Sky’s chest in his sleep, hands reaching out to grasp at the front of his shirt.

“Let’s.”

[mrsoharaa]

Thinking about escaping to a nice fancy resort that the boys privately reserve just for us to go bathe freely (naked lol) in the beautiful vast, extravagant onsen that brims with gorgeous blossomed flowers and a serene atmosphere ♡

[gl1tt3rsn0rt3r]

Not trying to sound suicidal, but I wish I could sleep and never wake up. I want to be smothered in all of the soft, warm blankets around me. The rain falling outside making such a soothing sound. The everlasting peaceful look on my face as I rest.

[peskypixel]

i love my cthulu squishmallow son

[cocoabuttavasa]

while we evolve and bloom, our hair gets greyer in colour, our conversations increasingly become more conscious and liberating for our souls and our love continues to flourish and get wiser. imagine. 🪻

21/03/2024

[willyhoos]

"shadows are inverted flames" -> wilsons hair is made of shadow -> YOUR BOYFRIEND'S HAIR IS MADE OF FLAME??? PETPETPETPET

also wilson can't leave the throne so he just has to deal with her doing this 24/7

[mommytalkstome]

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[imalayla]

You've heard of silken windhounds, now introducing gritty sandhounds

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

words will never be able to express just how much solace and comfort the submarine soundtrack brings me 💙

[xlmibby]

i'm very happy to show you my xiaolumi fic that was a part of the Moonlight Rendezvous zine! a short sweet story of xiao and lumine in the golden gleam of longing and honest true love. i hope you'll like it 🥰

[hooked-on-elvis]

"Thinking About You" (1973/1975)

Recorded on December 12, 1973 at Stax Studios, Memphis, Tennessee. Released on the album "Promised Land" on January 8, 1975 (Elvis' 40th birthday ♥).

MUSICIANS Guitar: James Burton, Johnny Christopher, Charlie Hodge. Bass: Norbert Putnam. Drums: Ronnie Tutt. Piano & Organ: David Briggs, Per-Erik Hallin. Vocals: Kathy Westmoreland, Mary (Jeannie) Greene, Mary Holladay, Susan Pilkington, Voice, J.D. Sumner & The Stamps. OVERDUBS Guitar: Dennis Linde, Alan Rush. Percussion: Rob Galbraith. Piano: Bobby Ogdin. Organ: Randy Cullers. Vocals: Ginger Holladay, Mary Holladay, Mary Cain.

LYRICS Songwriter: Tim Baty I woke up this morning, and I tried to call you, mmm But you weren't there and that put me in despair So I thought that maybe I could lose my mind In the countryside, so I went for a ride But I never stopped thinking about you Found myself wishing you were there Just to be with me, feel the breeze (feel the breeze) Sun didn't smile, I didn't care I decided to try just one more time To let you know I really love you so Before I arrived, I saw you go away With another guy, a tear filled my eye But I never stopped thinking about you Found myself wishing you were there Just to be with me, feel the breeze (feel the breeze) Sun didn't smile, I didn't care A long time has passed since that day I cried, mmm Life is fine, and I'm doin' fine When I'm at home, and I feel all alone Well, I think of you, I try to get a message through But I never stopped thinking about you Found myself wishing you were there Just to be with me, feel the breeze (feel the breeze) Sun didn't smile, I didn't care

[thatgoddamngingerundercut]

"It happens."

[takami-takami]

Keigo senses it before he even sees you hide your face.

Your twitching fingers, the fact that you're constantly chewing your lip—he knows you're triggered.

If he could, he'd snap his fingers and make any memory you have of your trauma vanish.

'Love...' He whispers, 'Come here, talk to me. What is it?'

'I.... don't wanna talk about it right now.' You sigh, choking back tears.

It doesn't help that speaking about it triggers you. You can't break down in front of him, not him. He has enough to worry about, being a Pro Hero, so why—

'That's alright, love.' His hands gently grasp yours. He knows it's something that grounds you when you get triggered. 'Want me to hold you? Or do you wanna watch something?'

You could scream at his selflessness. It's so easy for him, despite what he's experienced, and yet he's still so kind, so gentle, so patient with you despite your behavior right now. It's almost not fair to him, and yet....

'You...can you hold me? Please?' You squeak, blinking back tears.

Keigo's arms circle around you, holding you close, his steady heartbeat thrumming through your body. He's strong. 'It's not your fault, what happened to you. Just know that, alright?' He whispers against your hair, smoothing it gently.

'It's not your fault.'

With that, you finally break, sobbing into his shirt, as he hugs you firmer, whispering kind words to you.

'I'm here for you, alright? Whenever you're ready, you can talk to me. You can always come to me, love.'

STARTS CRYING