#these vines are so dear to me tho

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@randomshipper123​ for you since I thought it would be too long in reactions:

“Damn Daniel” is equivalent to a positive call out& exclamation to something the one targeted is showing off a lot (and that’s something he enjoys “back at it again with the white vans!” and “Fre sha voca do” is an expression of something unintentionally made funny (via misspelling) that someone points out and laughs at. Both positive but on each end of the spectrum (”fre sha voca do” being on the mocking end and “damn daniel” on the propping up of someone’s self-esteem)

“It’s an Avocado, thanks!” while being on the same theme as “fre sha voca do” is a call back to the same theme of surprise but down the sliders to “damn daniel”. It’s an exclamation of genuine happiness for something mundane someone really likes and is greatful being gifted. The gifted tho, is really young and probably doesn’t have a good handling on what’s a “good” gift by other’s standards (some thinking the bigger/more expensive the better.).

“how did you defeat Captain America” on the other end is a declaration of someone thinking critically and logically over something that is profoundly ridiculous (Captain’s shield being the “size of a dinner plate”) and that nobody else has thought off because their focus was on a big, bright target (said shield) to think of shooting the more obvious target (the legs).

“I don’t need a degree to be a clothing hanger” is a declaration of giving up to do something illogical and unecessary that shouldn’t be done by humans (clothing hangers are “things”) but they do use a purpose and  everybody has one at home so while it’s a stretch, you could potentially be hired to be a clothing hanger. No thought, head empty and a stable job that doesn’t require you to do a lot of physical or mental work.

“road work ahead” on the other end, is both a misinterpretation and an expectation of something that appeals to logic. 1) it says there is work done on the road 2) well yeah, the road should work, that’s what’s it’s supposed to do??

TL;DR:

Shang Qinghua: on a scale from “wearing my favorite shoes to meet my bros” to “unexpected misspelling brigthens a (shitty?) day”, how are you feeling?

Shen Qingqui: in between “I just got gifted a neat rock by my husband” to “fucking hell it’s not hard to kill a Spotted Frilled Spitting Lizard, just attack from behind”, but as a solid answer I would say “I wish I could be paid to be my husband’s eyecandy and let white noise fill my brain while I munch on delicious food.” What about you?

Shang Qinghua: Probably “Cang Qiong works as a unit and handle things together.”

Shang Qinghua: On a scale from “damn Daniel” to “fre sha vaca do”, how are you feeling?

Shen Qingqiu: In between “it’s an avocado, thanks” and “how did you defeat Captain America”, but as a solid answer I would say “I don’t need a degree to be a clothing hangar.” What about you?

Shang Qinghua: Probably “road work ahead.”

Luo Binghe: I speak multiple languages and this is none of them.

[ayellowdaylily]

Commander's Needs [NSFW]

» pairing: canon!Hange x afab!Reader » summary: Delivering Levi's paperwork to a certain Commander turns into something you could only dream about. » word count: 3.4k » notes/warnings: smut... p in v, please read my Hange headcanon for this! lots of pet names (dear, darling, good girl, love), Hange has a cock and boobs *Vine boom*, major slow burn » a/n: I had sm fun writing this so I hope you guys enjoy it (first fic on Tumblr so pls be nice T-T) this is also half not edited bc it's 3 am... so uh don't mind it being practically all over the place » song recommendations: Intro: Singularity by BTS » Ao3 link Happy reading ദി(。•̀ ,<)~✩‧₊

Only the sound of the crickets outside the window, as well as the quietness of the night, could be heard from Commander Hange Zoë’s office as they immersed themselves in some rather last-minute paperwork. The oil lamp’s flickering flame reflected off their glasses as they wrote, signed and stamped. 

The soft silence was suddenly broken by the sound of knocks at the Commander’s door, drawing their attention away from the messy paperwork splattered across the desk, to the unexpected raps. It was rather late, why would anyone come knocking, Hange thought as they got up from the chair.

“(Y/N), what are you doing here at this hour?” Exclaimed the Commander as they opened the door to reveal the sudden visitor.

“Oh- so sorry for the late disturbance,” You said with a panicked tone as you glanced nervously at the papers in your hand, guiding them towards the Commander’s direction. “Captain Levi had instructed me to give these to you.”

As Hange sensed your tense posture, they swiftly grabbed the papers from your hands, examining them with an apparent curiosity about their contents.

“No need to worry! So Levi’s got you to do his dirty work this time?” Hange asked jokingly as they leaned against the door frame.

“I was just passing by, I’m guessing I was one of the few still awake at this time. I don’t mind tho.” You replied with a shrug of your shoulders.

Hange removed their weight from the doorframe as they returned to their desk “Now that you’re here, I might as well enjoy the company.” They pulled a chair and patted it. “Come, sit down.” 

With hesitation, you slowly approached the seat and settled yourself beside Hange. The sound of a chair scraping at the floor broke the awkward silence as the Commander scooted themselves closer.

“So, besides being Levi’s mail person, what else do you do?”

You didn’t answer immediately as you gathered your thoughts, holding your tongue before answering.

“I volunteer in the medical bay quite often, if not I'm just your regular old scout.”

Hange took the time to examine you as you spoke, taking in every detail - from your hair to how the soft orange light cast by the oil lamp’s flame reflected in your eyes. You simply looked… captivating. 

“A medic, huh?” Hange finally spoke once they acknowledged they had been silent for too long. “That means you know a thing or two about anatomy, right?”

“I do, I’ve seen and learned lots of things.” You responded quickly as the Commander’s question took you aback.

Hanges eyes surveyed your face, looking for any hint of hesitation, but it wasn’t intimidating, it was… more curious than anything. Moist began covering the palms of your hands as they took their time to answer once more. Quickly, you wiped them on your pants.

“Do you think you could take a look at my neck real quick?”

“Of course! What seems to be the problem Commander?” 

Slowly, Hange’s blouse revealed their shoulders as well as the upper part of their chest while they undid the first few buttons. You felt a soft plush crawl at your cheeks at the sight of Hange’s exposed skin but as the Commander turned around, you observed a swollen part of their skin located on the upper back.

“This spot has been killing me. I don’t know what the hell happened but can you take a look?” Hange said with their back turned, awaiting your medical remarks.

“Well, I think you have a knot in your neck… I’d need to take a closer look to be sure.” You explained softly.

“Do what you must, doctor.” Hange joked.

You gave them a soft hum before reaching out. The contact between your cold hands and the warmth of their body sent jolts up your spine as you touched Hange’s skin, softly touching the tense muscle.

Hanges nerves followed the touch of your fingertips on their back, they leaned into your touch a little, their breath catching in their throat when you started touching them in a not-so-delicate way, contrasting your previous soft touch.

“Have you been stressed recently?”

“Yeah, I’ve been a lot more stressed than usual lately. It’s been a rough few months, with the new position.”

“I wouldn’t doubt it…” You said as you continued to examine their skin with your fingers. “You simply have a muscle knot, you could always let it go away on its own, or I could loosen it a bit to help. But for it to get better in general, you need good nutrition and rest.”

Hange listened intently as you explained, their mind fixated on the way your touch felt on their skin. They nodded in agreement as you suggested to help loosen it slightly, but hearing your last suggestion caused a small chuckle to escape their lips.

“Rest? That’s a good one, I don't think I’ve gotten a good night’s sleep in weeks. I don’t have time for-”

“Commander!” Gripping their shoulders, you turned Hange around to face you. “It’s important for you to get rest. As a matter of fact, as your acting doctor, I want you to go to bed now! The paperwork can wait.” You persisted.

Taken aback by your insistence, Hange simply stared into your eyes. They weren’t used to someone, especially a lower-ranked scout, telling them what to do. The corners of their lips quivered as they fought back the smile threatening to spread across their face.

“You think you can tell me what to do? I have lots of important work to get done tonight.” Hange said with a teasing tone as they folded their arms across their chest. You knew damn well you had absolutely no right to order the Commander around, but you were genuinely concerned for their health.

“Commander, please. It really is important to take care of yourself. No matter how much “important” work you may have.”

The only reaction Hange gave you was a soft chuckle at your persistence. They weren’t used to someone being so headstrong with them, but they secretly found themselves amused by your determination.

“Alright, alright. I’ll rest. I guess you only have my best interest in mind, right?” Hange responded as she shook her head in defeat. 

“You bet, Commander!” You said with a bright smile plastered on your face that Hange couldn’t help but return. There was something about your presence that put them at ease, even though your determined attitude, they were enjoying this little back-and-forth banter.

“You’re feisty, you know that?” Hange exclaimed as they slipped their blouse back onto their shoulders, not bothering to rebutton the top buttons. “I like it” 

A soft blush began covering your cheeks as you ignored their last comment.

“No time for joking around, you need a good night's rest for once.” You said demandingly as Hange held up their hands in surrender with a faint laugh.

“Yes I’m going, I’m going.” They said in a low voice, getting up from their chair with a groan.

“One more thing though…” Hange continued, stopping you in your walk towards the door.

“What is it, Commander?”

Hange remained silent before they stepped closer to you, observing you once more with a curious gaze.

“Is it a part of a doctor’s job to also ensure the patient they’re checking on… enjoys the experience?” Their voice dropped to a lower, more intense tone as they asked you. Their gaze fixed so intensely into you.

Your words came out with a stutter as Hange loomed over you, their imposing presence slightly intimidating you. “O-our patients' experience is the most important part of the job.”

The Commander smirked at your stammered response. They could tell they were making you seemingly nervous, but your reaction only fueled their enjoyment and encouraged them to push further.

“Is that so” Hange taunted under their breath as they closed the small gap between you two, their strides bringing them overwhelming close, forcing your body to make contact with their office door. They raised a hand and delicately caressed your cheek while slowly tracing the outline of your face tenderly, their touch sending pleasurable shocks through your body. Faced with the Commander's unexpected boldness, you only stood frozen in shock, unable to react any other way. A soft snicker escaped Hange’s lips as they watched your flustered face and nervous stature. With their soft fingertips still tracing your face, they pushed away a loose strand of your hair behind your ear.

“You’re awfully red… aren’t you, my darling?” They murmured into your ear. Shivers were sent down your spine as their soft breath tickled your ear. The comforting warmth of Hange’s touch disappeared from your face, their hand slowly continuing its path along your body before it came to a stop at your waist, trapping it in an intimate embrace. To your surprise, your body reacted strangely to the Commander's intimate touch, the warmth of their hand against your skin sent sparks of anticipation down your spine, brewing a heat deep within you that you couldn't explain nor ignore. A smile slowly crept to Hange's lips as they felt your body tensing up to their tender touch. The Commander continued to revel in the effect they had on you, the hand resting at your waist travelled higher, their fingers dancing across your bare skin, tracing patterns that sent tremors of pleasure through your body. You couldn’t help but look down as your cheeks flushed in embarrassment and trepidation at their touch. The anticipation in you grew stronger and stronger.

“You’re terribly quiet, darling… speak up.” Their hot breath tingled against the crook of your neck as Hange whispered, the hand that was once simply resting by their side now forcing your chin upwards.

“Commander…” You muttered as their touch sent sparks of anticipation down to your core. Hange’s grin widened at the sound of your frailed whisper, fueling the desire boiling inside of them.

 “Call me Hange, dear.” Their lips ghosted against the line of your jaw, drawing you closer. The soft, velvety touch of their lips sent subtle shivers of pleasure rippling down your body, the tender caress was an inevitable invitation to your anticipation. 

“Coma- Hange” You whispered. With a hum of satisfaction escaping Hange’s throat, the sound of their name coming from your lips fueled their enjoyment.

“Ah, that's better. I like the way it sounds when you say it like that.” They continued to pepper your jaw with soft, tender kisses, their lingering breath hot and warm against your skin. Hange’s hand, which had journeyed to your stomach, slowly trailed downwards, the tips of their fingers tracing a torturous path along the hem of your pants, creating a delicious tension that left you yearning for more. Leaning even closer, now bodies fully pressed onto each other, Hange’s face left your jaw and brought their lips to your ear.

“You’re struggling to keep it together, aren’t you?”

The Commander couldn’t help but grin a little wider at the soft serenade of you moaning their name. It was such a sweet sound, yet it sent such terrible images through Hange’s mind. Pulling their head back slightly, just enough to view how much of a wreck they had created.

And there you were, Hange’s eyes darkened, taking in your flustered state. With a small smirk appearing on their lips, they permitted their hand to venture further down your body, delving under the waistband of your pants to trace the edge of your underwear teasingly. Such close contact near your core sent jolts of excitement through you. You felt yourself becoming wetter as Hange’s explorations became bolder. Your eyes were drawn to Hange’s lips as if magnetized, you felt the longing hunger grow inside you as you remained powerless. The Commander's gaze bore onto you more intently, noticing the way your body trembled as their hand discovered newer parts of your soft, lush skin. They couldn’t help but flicker their gaze down to your lips for a brief moment before returning to your eyes, boring the same eagerness as their own. 

“Hange.. Please” You muttered quietly, you couldn’t wait any longer, the delirious tension had taken your mind by force. 

“Please what, darling?”

“Touch me, please…”

It was as if a string had broken, releasing a rush of need inside of them. 

Hange didn’t hesitate for a moment before allowing their hand to venture downwards towards your core, their fingertips finding your sensitive clit through the thin barrier of your underwear.

In response, you simply let out a soft moan of their name. Relieving, that’s how it felt. Darkness overtook your vision as you closed your eyes, letting the sensation of Hange’s fingertips caressing your sensitive core overtake you. 

“Keep your eyes on me.” With a forceful hand, the Commander took your chin and tilted it upwards. You obeyed their command, letting your eyes bore into theirs, but, you needed more, you needed them.

“Good girl” They whispered, their voice soft and intimate as they leaned forward, gently resting their forehead on yours. The closeness intensified the moment, their words filling the air between you like a shared secret only for the two of you. Your core became needy. You couldn’t stop yourself from lifting one of your legs, wrapping it around the Commander’s hips, bringing them even closer than before. 

“More… Please, more.” You muttered under your breath, begging Hange to feed your core’s hungriness. Oh, how your sweet begging and your desperate moans drove them wild; the Commander was more than happy to comply with your request. Their movement was painfully slow as they pushed the delicate fabric of your underwear to the side, finally letting their fingers come into contact with your bare skin. Hange teased you ever so slightly as they dragged their fingers down your slit, covering them in your slick. 

And before you knew it, a finger entered your needy core.

“Is this what you wanted, my dear?” The Commander’s breath tickled your ear as they whispered, their finger thrusting into you. You could only gasp at the sensation, bringing your hands up from their idle position to venture into Hange’s messy hair, tugging and combing through it. It was Hange’s turn to let out a soft moan at the sensation, your touch sending sparks down their spine.

“The way you’re sucking me in, it’s driving me crazy.” They whispered, their voice raspy with desire. An empowering rush of confidence overtook you as you allowed your hand to trail down Hange’s body, slowly moving until coming to a halt at the bulge of their pants. The bold move sent a thrill through you, the touch of your hand against their evident arousal filled you with a sense of excitement. The Commander let out a gasp as they felt your hand press against their core, the unexpected feeling ignited a sudden wave of heat and desire that coursed through their body. The intimate touch sent a shockwave of sensations around their body, their body responding instinctively to your caress by leaning into your touch, they felt every ounce of restraint slipping away. 

Hange moaned your name as their eyes darkened, not being able to hold back, they entrapped your lips into a searing, messy kiss while adding a digit inside of you. It was sloppy, yet you were trying to memorize the feeling of Hange’s lips on yours. The warmth of the hand that was once softly caressing the skin of your jaw now left it unattended, while suddenly entrapping both of your hands together. Without warning, the feeling of Hange’s fingers inside of you disappeared. You whined in protest.

“Shush darling, let’s get to the good part, shall we?” 

The sound of your ruffling blouse could be heard as the Commander unbuttoned it impatiently, all while leaving scattered kisses across your neck. Finally free from the confinement, your arms wrapped around Hange’s neck as they ventured lower, continuing with lingering kisses down your body. Hange hummed ever so slightly into every kiss. With a swift move, they hoisted your legs onto their shoulders and brought you off the ground. Their hands under your thighs, they held you securely against them while guiding you towards the bed. Your back made contact with the plush blanket as Hange gently put you down, their lips trailing up to yours to meet in a tongued kiss. The Commander’s lips were now seared into your memory, their tongue dancing with yours. You let yourself sink into the mattress as Hange unbuttoned your pants, leaving your covered core in the air. You bucked your hips as they pushed their knee to your sensitive area, grinding yourself onto it to get the least bit of pleasure. Admiring the view, Hange swiftly undid the last buttons of their blouse before tossing it with the rest of the discarded clothes on the floor. The warmth of their hands returned to your body as they ever-so-slightly lifted your back off of the bed to unclasp your bra, revealing your breasts. Your hands covered your sensitive buds as the cold air hit them before being pried away. 

“Don’t be shy, love, we’re already past the point of no return,” The Commander whispered greedily. Before you knew it, Hange’s mouth was latched onto one of your breasts, sucking and twisting your bud with their tongue as their hands worked around your panties, slipping them off of you while you were too exhilarated from the new sensation. 

Your eyes trailed Hange’s now naked body when they finally removed their garments, revealing their pretty bust and their needy cock that leaked precum. Joining you on the bed, Hange gently lifted your leg, their lips began a soft trail of pecks up your body until you were face to face. Honey-brown eyes bore into yours, searching for hesitation.

“Are you sure, my love?”

“This isn’t very professional,” You said in a teasing tone before instantly regretting your choice of words.

“To hell with professionalism.” They muttered in a ragged voice before entering you without warning. Your pussy sucked in Hange’s cock as if it was built just for them. Soft moans of your name left their lips at the sensation. Each one of their thrust made their cock explore a new cove of your core, making your hips buck every time. Your hands cramped up as you gripped the sheets before you tangled them into Hange’s dishevelled hair. You hadn’t expected the Commander to fuck as if possessed, their thrusts were rough yet relieving to your neediness. Sweet nothings kept spewing out of their mouth as you moaned; you could barely hear yourself over the sound of your skin slapping.

“So good, so good,” Hange muttered frantically as they buried their face in the crook of your neck, the feeling of their breath tickling your skin added to the many sensations you were feeling. It was almost overwhelming. Hands now holding onto their back, you clung onto them, nails digging ever so slightly into their skin. The Commander's soft grunts kept resonating in your ears.

Your walls began clenching around Hange’s cock, your breath becoming more and more ragged. Each trust sent waves of pleasure through you, you couldn’t get enough. 

“Fuck, I needed you so badly.” They mumbled as their elbows came to rest beside your head. “You look so pretty, getting fucked like this, my dear” 

You let out a lewd moan as Hange’s thrusts became rougher, you could tell by how their cock quivered inside of you that they were close. With a limp move of the hand, the Commander brought your legs to their waist. You held them tight with your wrapped legs, letting their cock access you deeper. Each thrust, groan, and squeeze threatened to push you over the deep end. Hange overtook you, you let it happen.

“Inside me, please… Hange,” You said in multiple breaths as your walls began quivering around their member. They gasped loudly at the sensation while letting out a cuss.

Stumbling over your breaths, you became undone on the Commander’s cock. Legs quivering and nails digging into their skin, you moaned Hange’s name over and over again as they fucked you through your high before they plunged deep inside of you for their last thrust, filling you up with their cum. 

Slowly, Hange slipped out of you, a gasp escaping your lips.

A smirk appeared as their eyes examined your now fucked-out body, as well as the soft white that escaped your hole, spilling onto the sheets. Hange was admiring their work of art.

With a lingering kiss on your temple, the Commander let their body fall beside you with a squeak of the bed. “Let’s get some sleep now, my dear,” 

“You’re such an idiot,” You chuckled before snuggling into their arm tiredly. 

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Just A Trim

Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

I had this idea like this morning or last night, I don't remember. And then I was not physically/mentally able to write until the sudden Need To Write hit me and I cranked this out

When writing this, I noticed I kept making references to Tav being shorter, but bc I want this to be enjoyed by everyone, I took them out. Pls let me know if I missed any instances of it tho

Ending loosely inspired by this scene from Big Fish

Warnings: scissors, brief references to low self-worth, anxiety, pure fluff

Word Count: 1,287

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First Baldur's Gate 3 Masterlist - Second Baldur's Gate 3 Masterlist

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Astarion didn’t trust his hair with just anybody. Pulling on it during sex? Okay. Playing with it while cuddling? It takes him a bit to actually trust someone enough to enjoy it. Washing it? Absolutely off the table. Cutting it? Out of question, and he’d probably insult you for asking.

So when he came to you, frowning and grumbling, and struggled through grit teeth to ask if you would please help him cut his hair? That meant something.

You tried not to let your glee show as you dropped whatever you were working on and followed him into your shared bathroom. He plopped onto the edge of the tub like a pouting child who’d just got a good telling-to after misbehaving. He held the scissors up for you to take.

“If you cut my ears, darling, I’m going to make you regret the day you were ever born.” He glares over his shoulder as you step into the tub behind him, rolling up your sleeves and taking the scissors. “And don’t you dare do anything funny. All I need is a simple trim. I assume you’re capable enough to manage that?”

You smiled as he growled at you like an annoying customer. You lean down and gently kiss his cheek. “I promise I’ll only take a little bit off.”

There’s an unspoken conflict on his face. He’s not sure he actually wants you to go through with this… But he’s sort of out of options. Any salons nearby closed before the sun went down, and he definitely did not trust any of your past traveling companions to do the job. No. He’d just have to trust you. He sighs and faces forward. “Just… be careful.”

“I will, my love.”

It had been difficult to notice during the course of your adventure together, but his hair did grow. Not as fast as yours, but curls that delicately curled around the edges of his ears now almost completely covered them, like strangling vines. You’d heard him cuss too many times when a strand got caught in his earrings and tugged when he went to brush the hair from his face. The curl that lay persistently over his forehead now brushed his upper eyelid. Very frequently, he would huff and fight to push it back, with nothing to show for it.

With gentle, smooth motions, you combed your fingers through his hair. Your nails lightly scratched at his scalp, running from his hairline to the nape of his neck, and carefully untangling any knots all the while. You heard his quiet sigh, and saw his shoulders begin to relax. You pressed a kiss to his head.

Assessing his full head of hair, you figured out where to begin. You separated out a section, trying to determine how long it used to be, so you knew how short to cut it now. He tensed again.

“I’m going to start cutting it now, okay?” He hummed, short and anxious. You pressed a hand to his shoulder. “Relax, dear. I’ve got you.”

“It’s difficult to when you have the means to turn me into a glorified clown.”

“But I won’t.”

He sighed. “I know.”

You wait for him to relax again, and he nods slightly. You take the scissors to the first section of hair. With a shink, a small clump of hair falls into the tub. The sound certainly doesn’t fill him with confidence, but he trusts you won’t mess it up too bad…

You begin talking about your friends, about the letters they’ve sent lately keeping you updated with their lives. Apparently, Gale sent some interesting information regarding potential cures for his vampirism - though most of it was only on temporary remedies. “In good time,” you’d assured him when he groaned. Stepping into the sun again would be nice, but an end to his sanguine hunger would be better.

It takes a while to cut all his hair, especially with how meticulous you’re being. You give special attention to the hair around his ears, making sure not to nick him. You step out of the tub and in front of him while you cut the stubborn curl there, where you catch it before it can fall into his lap, and deposit it in the basin. He can’t help watching you then. You have such determination and focus on the task at hand. Only once the curl is trimmed do you actually see him staring, and you smile and peck his lips. He rather enjoyed that.

As you go through each section, you consistently run your fingers through his hair. It’s the most relaxing bit, and he’s certainly glad he asked you for this. He would die before Gale ever got his grubby mitts anywhere near his hair.

By the time you finish, his eyes are closed. He listens to your chatter, to the random tunes you hum, to the way you hold your breath as you make a cut. It’s rather peaceful, despite the underlying nervousness to it all. He can’t see himself. All he can hope is you make him look nice.

You brush your fingers through his hair to knock loose any stray strands. It falls like snow by your feet. Satisfied with your work, you begin running water for a bath, kicking the hair down the drain before you plug it to fill the tub.

“Done, love?”

“Mhm!” You lean around to kiss his cheek again. “You can take a bath, wash all the hair off, and I can get you some fresh clothes.”

He grins. He stands and turns to face you, taking your hands in his and running his thumbs along your knuckles. He’s worried, anxious, but he tries not to let it show. “How do I look?” he asks with a careful bravado, tilting his head to the side, chin upturned, like a haughty nobleman.

You let go of his hand to cup his cheek. He automatically leans into it, mask slipping ever so slightly to reveal his worry. “You look beautiful. I think I did a rather fine job.”

“‘Rather fine?’ Oh, darling,” he lilts, “for your sake, I’d better look the spitting image of perfection.”

“You always do.” It’s earnest. A solid fact to oppose the teasing of his words.

He cannot prevent the true smile that tugs the corners of his mouth as he leans in to claim yours, tasting and nipping and teasing with soft sighs of content. You are much too good to him, but he doesn’t say that out loud, lest you lecture him and treat him to endless spoils until he believes it himself.

He reluctantly pulls away, but his lips continue to brush yours. “Bathe with me.”

You open your eyes to study his face. “Are you sure?”

“Undoubtedly.”

A mischievous spark glints in the corner of your eye as you grin wickedly. “Do I get to wash your hair?”

He chuckles. “Don’t push it.”

You hum. “Would you wash mine?”

“Whatever you want, my love.”

“I want… to turn off the tap before our bathroom floods.” You pull away and he has to laugh as you wade through the water to stop the steady stream. The warm water reaches just below your knees. You sigh, but the annoyance is dampened by your grin. “Look what you’ve done - distracting me like that. Now my pants are all wet.”

“All wet?” He makes a show of looking you up and down. “I don’t know, love. I see quite a few dry spots.”

Without warning, he steps into the large tub, still in his own clothes, and grabs you, pulling you down with him into the water. Your laughter fills the house. Astarion has never been more in love.

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[lollytea]

please please my dear tell me a story of one of Willow's murders

I'm gonna copy and paste down some of the idea from the DMs from a while ago. I'll only steal the messages I wrote, which is why they might look disorganised. Cuz I'm replying to something another person said. Anyway forgive it for being sloppy, you know how it is with DMs:

- We had the hc that having a galdorstone for a heart might tamper with Hunter's blood. Like the liquid would be imbued with an unstable amount of magic.

Its considered extremely dangerous to work with grimwalker blood. Raine and the rest of the lab experimented with a literal DROP that Hunter donated once and it made shit fucking explode. Its just WAY too much to handle.

But obviously, that's not gonna stop some people from trying to get a hold of it. It's considered extremely valuable. It will sell for SO MUCH at the night market.

Obviously anybody who's willing to risk everyone else's safety to get hold of an absolutely lethal substance and possibly harm/capture Hunter to bleed him dry, would obviously be an absolutely depraved awful person. Just vile.

However, people do not go after Hunter as often as one might think. It definitely happens every once in a while tho.

Willow is up early tending to her garden, letting Hunter sleep in an extra few hours before he has to go to work. She's taken the baby from her cradle so she doesnt cry and wake up Papa and now has her sleeping in a sling against Willow's chest, soothed by the sound of Mama's heartbeat.

Willow's whole garden abruptly shifts in a way only she can notice and she lifts her head, alerted to the apparent disturbance. She recognizes the signal. It means there's an intruder.

Willow approaches the back yard where there is a man who tried to break in by their window but was immediately snatched and restrained by vines.

Willow quickly deduces who he is by rooting around in his pockets and discovering his identifications, weapons, vials, ropes and sleep potions.

"Let me guess," Willow says softly. "You're here for my husband,"

Said husband continues to sleep on peacefully, as does the baby curled up against her breast. The baby doesn't wake because Willow's heartbeat remains steady.

The Boiling Isles doesn't have Coven Scouts anymore. There's no longer a police form. Meaning, it's easier to get away with crimes. You won't go to jail. However you might get slaughtered in cold blood if you pick the wrong target.

Willow thinks about strangling him until his organs pop but she decides against it.

She won't kill him.

Instead she smothers his mouth shut in vines so he can't scream. (The two loves of her life are sleeping ssshhhh)

She sprouts the plants that Hunter was always deeply fascinated with. The ones that sizzle and boil and devour flesh.

She has it slither up the intruders body, leeching against his left leg, his right arm, his back, his collarbone. The acidic spit stings like a nightmare. It takes chunks out of him.

He'll live. He's in immense pain and no healing magic will ever fix that but he'll survive. He'll never forget the mistake he made in threatening her family tho.

Willow lets him go and sends him off. She gives him very firm instructions.

"Your friends, partners, whoever put this stupid idea in your head, you go back and you tell them I went easy on you. Consider yourself a warning to them. You will never attempt to touch that man. Do you understand me?"

- I like the thought she wouldn't have tortured him quite so severely if they didn't have a baby. Like No. You won't touch her husband. You won't touch her baby's Papa. They're starting a family together and she will melt you from the inside out if you try to get in their way

- As soon as she fucking renders a guy to a gasping wreck because of the excruciating pain she put him through, she calmly strolls back into the house, into their room and sits down by her husband.

She pecks his lips and she hears him groan.

"It's about time you woke up," She says, tenderly brushing back his hair.

Eyes still closed, Hunter raises a hand and searches around for hers. He finds it and presses her palm against his cheek.

"Okay...I'm up...I'm up...." He mumbles, still half asleep.

He has no idea. And he probably won't. He's not adverse to his wife *handling* problems like these. He just asks that she not tell him the details. Makes him nauseous

- It's the reason she has absolutely no mercy. Her methods are not only ruthless but strategic. There are people who want to harm her husband and she wants them feeling just as helpless, haunted and traumatized by her actions as she was in that graveyard all those years ago.

She needs them scared of her. She need them to shit themselves in fear over the IDEA of ever going near Hunter again. She kills some intruders. But mostly she mangles them and sends them running so people understand the kind of pain she could put them through too.

She wants them scared. Because *she's* scared. She's scared of being the princess who loses the prince. So she becomes the fire breathing dragon instead.

She often wants to hold him in her arms for a very long time. Even if he's reading or carving or typing some fanfic on his laptop she'll cuddle him from behind. He doesn't always know what she needs comfort from but he's familiar with how she acts when she needs it. So he let's her hold him

Its when Hunter is holding their baby in his arms, talking softly to her, allowing her to seize hold of his finger, that Willow is like "We are going to have a happy peaceful future together if it kills me"

- Willow gets no joy out of killing people but it doesn't make her uncomfortable in the way that it does to Hunter.

When Willow was little and her powers were out of control, she always worried that one day she could seriously hurt somebody and not mean to.

But that's not the case anymore. Sometimes she kills somebody. And she *does* mean to. Everything that's keeping Willow sane and stable and in control of herself are her friends and family. Meaning she will do whatever it takes to strike down any threat to them. She doesn't CARE. She realizes that some people are beyond redemption and if she kills, she kills.

Hunter, meanwhile, has reservations about killing, no matter how vile the person is. Like he is absolutely capable of it. He's strong and tough and powerful. HOWEVER the grimwalker trauma is rooted deep. Its a really troubling thought to shake off, knowing you were literally *constructed* to slaughter witches. It's an act of defiance that he never sheds a witch's blood *once.* If he's ever forced to, it would probably send him spiraling. But like. He's not all "nooo Willow everybody deserves to live." He understands killing as self defense. He just doesn't want to be the one doing it. If he's ever around when Willow has to do it, he turns the other way so he doesn't have to see.

[leafdrake-haven]

Ok so I’ve been low key trying to put together some sort of modern drake deck because I hate winning and I love pain (and drakes). Izzet makes the most sense but today I was playing with Jeskai. Which made me intrigued…. With making a drake typal deck for commander in Jeskai colors xD

Pros to making a Jeskai drake typal commander deck: Can have all the good Izzet drakes plus thunderclap wyvern plus white buff spells.

Cons to making a Jeskai drake typal commander deck: Not a great commander for it, when we INEVITABLY get a drake typal commander (or second one if you count Alandra) it will likely be mono blue or Izzet colors so I would probably have to take it apart for that.

Drakes are relatively cheap tho and I like them (duh) so I might do it ~anyway~

Right now my two top contenders for the deck leader are:

Now Akim. People who play with me are laughing that I’m choosing a commander that cares about and makes tokens xD I think this works really well with drake tokens tho since they’re fairly small, doublestrike is nice. Downside is really only Alandra and Talrand reliably make drake tokens. It’s commander so I could afford probably to add Drake Haven and Roost of Drakes but I don’t know how much discard/cycle and kicker I’d actually be doing. Also that’s still only 4/100 cards reliably or semi-reliably making drake tokens. I could, however, add a lot of creature copy spells in here and make copies of drake creatures and that might help cover for it. Plus many copies of thunderclap wyvern, tideskimmer, or storm skreelix could be very handy.

Dear Narset. I want her strictly for her first line of text and that’s it. Drakes with prowess. That’s the deck. Don’t get me wrong, her second ability would be helpful too but I feel like I’d rarely attack with her just so my drakes could always have prowess.

So yeah. These are my ideas so far. I’m sure there are other potential Jeskai commanders for drakes but in my brief perusal these seemed the best :3

Tagging local Jeskai deck aficionado @connoissuer-of-fine-vines

[i-just-wanna-write-fanfic]

FanFic Rulz

FANFIC REQUESTING : CL0SED

So, you just found this blog and you wanna request for me to write somethin, eh? well,of course, you'd need to now the rules first, right? of course you would! so, here they are!

PLEASE READ BEFORE REQUESTING FANFIC!

THANKS!

ONTO LE RULZ!!

WILL DO (FANDOMS):

JOHN DOE (VN)

TOTAL DRAMA

INSIDE JOB

TMNT (2012)

SPOOKY MONTH

SOUTH PARK

PPB (PICTURE PERFECT BOYFRIEND)

WELCOME HOME (WEB)

YFM (YOUR FAVRIOTE MARTIAN)

SUPER MARIO BROS. MOVIE

DR. SUESS'S THE LORAX (2012 FILM)

COOKIE RUN: KINGDOM

FIONA AND CAKE / ADVENTURE TIME

WILL DO (CHARACTERS):

JOHN DOE (VN):

JOHN DOE(who else is there??)

TOTAL DRAMA:

MOST IF NOT ALL CHARACTERS FROM THE FIRST FEW SEASONS AND IN ALL STARS

INSIDE JOB:

THE ENTIRETY OF "THE GANG"

RAD RIDDLY (vine boom here)

ELIOT MOTH MAN (bbg lul)

TAMIKO RIDLEY

TMNT(2012):

LEO

RALPH

DON

MIKE

SPOOKYMONTH(YT):

SKID(ONLY PLATONIC STUFF, UNLESS ITS SKIDXPUMP, BUT NOTHING NSFW OR WEIRD WITH THE BABIES PLS)

PUMP(SAME AS SKID LUL)

LILA

JUANE

KEVIN

HAPPY FELLA (SHOW VER)

SAD GUY

DEXTER

DEXTER DOLL

THE THIEVES

BOB VELSEB

STREBER

THE HATZGANG (ROMANTIC AND SHIPPING IS OK, JUST NO PEDO STUFF)

SOUTH PARK

ERIC CARTMAN

KYLE

STAN

KENNY

BUTTERS

TWEEK

TOLKIEN

CRAIG

CLYDE

WENDY

MIKE/VAMPIR

DAMIEN THORN

PIP/PHILLIP PIRRIP

CHRISTOPHE (THE MOLE)

ESTELLA HAVISHAM

POCKET

PPB(PICTURE PERFECT BOYFRIEND):

ASHTON FELL

KADSEY KADSINGTON

VINCENT VON EISLIED

"JOHN DOE"/MAX

ASHTON FELL/ASHINO

WELCOME HOME (WEB):

WALLY DARLING

SALLY STARLIGHT

JULIE JOYFUL

FRANK FRANKLY

EDDIE DEAR

HOWDY PILLAR

BARNABY B. BEAGLE

YFM (YOUR FAVRIOTE MARTIAN):

PUFF PUFF

AXEL

DEEJAY

BENATAR

SUPER MARIO BROS. MOVIE

MARIO M.

LUIGI M.

PEACH T.

BOWSER K.

DR. SUESS'S THE LORAX (2012 FILM)

THE ONCELER

(i added the lorax just for Oncie lmao)

COOKIE RUN: KINGDOM

ALL OF THEM. (i cannot list them here, there are at least 107 cookies I will write for, as I do not write for FUCKING GINGRR BREAVE RAGH)

FIONNA AND CAKE / ADVENTURE TIME

FIONNA

FINN (The adult Ver from Fiona and Cake, canonically in his 20's)

FARMBOY FINN

SIMON PETRIKOV

ICE KING

WINTER KING

GARY PRINCE

MARSHALL LEE

BUBBLEGUM PRINCESS

MARCELINE

PRISMO

WON'T DO:

NSFW/SMUT OF ANY KIND, SO NO LEMONS OR LIMES, MAKE-OUT IS OK, AND HIGHLY ROMANTIC IS GOOD TOO, JUST NO SESMGEY STUFFS, OK? OK.

PEDO SHIT. ALL PEDOS GET OUT AND LEAVE MY BLOG.

ZOO SHIT. GET THE FUCK OUT.

I JUST CANT DO ANY EXTREME GORE, SORRY.

GINGER BRAVE FROM CR: K. I WILL KILL YOU IF YOU REQUEST HIM.

WILL DO:

FLUFF

ROMANCE

ANGST (EVEN THO IM KINDA ASS AT IT)

YANDERE STUFFS

STALKING

LIGHT GORE

AND OTHER SHIT IG- JUST NO SMUT AND WHATEVER ISN'T IN THE WON'T DO LIST IS FINE.

OH AND THERE WILL BE CUSSING IF YOU COULDN'T TELL.

feel free to request!

[calicocatparent]

nothing is gonna be able to pry this vampire show from my cold dead hands i will continue to shit post and think about it for eternity i know it’s ending soon i know that but it will continue to hold a special and dear place in my cold shitty little heart regardless, this stupid fucking vampire show means so god damn much to me yall don’t understand 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

i’ve been watching this show since it came out even tho it only recently became a really big hyper fixation. i’ve been watching this show longer than i’ve had most of my friends, longer than i’ve been in college, i watched this show when my parents almost kicked me out, and when all my friends cut me off, i watched this show when i realized i was bi and came out to my parents, i watch this show to calm me down from panic attacks and only recently have i come to truly appreciate it for what it is

this scenario reminds me of my childhood, when the same type of flowers would grow on the fence at our farm, these same little yellow delicate flowers that grew on a vine, and every day i’d just pass em by because they were a part of just the every day scenery, then one day i stopped to look at them and really appreciate their delicate beauty, and the next year when i finally had a phone so i could look them up they didn’t bloom. those flowers to this day are my favorite flowers and i don’t even know their name.

[cassyapper]

JOSEPH AVDOL FRIENDSHIP!!! please talk their friendship it's SO underappreciated and unexplored. possibly the biggest missed opportunity in canon when it comes to p3 relationships (thinking on it most of Joseph's relationships are)

you get me like no one else anon

i agree it's a very underutilized relationship. the only time we get to see them interact for a long period of time is when avdol and joseph were affected by bastet and welllll i think for obvious reasons that i wish that wasn't the only time is all

but i do think about them... i think about how joseph met avdol two years before he even got hermit purple. i imagine how they meet is like, joseph is in egypt for some speedwagon foundation event or another and something happens in the street, probably a robbery or smth. the thing is i think the robber was using a stand (i wouldnt be surprised if it was one of the standusers that later serves dio considering a) how many stand users there seems to be in egypt and b) how avdol knew them beforehand) so avdol, seeing this from his fortune telling booth, goes after the guy...but so does joseph. even though joseph doesn't know what's going on cause he can't see stands yet, he still goes after the robber. i think it kinda struck avdol. i dont think he quite liked it at first tho LOL i think he was like "you need to sit down youre gonna get hurt" and joseph is like "nuh uh" anyway the thief demands their attention and whuh! they actually work quite well together. i think after the fight joseph asks avdol if he wants to get a drink and avdol is like oh i don't drink alcohol so they go to a cafe instead and jsut talk. i think avdol kinda tells joseph's fortune there (less to josephs' face and more ruminates over his cards himself) and what the tarot cards tell him is that joseph is a very interesting guy. so even though joseph isn't a standuser (yet) avdol wanted to remain in touch. so i think that was the beginning of their friendship basically. i know it involves a lot of extrapolation on my side but that's what i think. lol

anyway i think they both liked traveling a lot and so they did during those three years before sdc! i think avdol met suzi during this time and they became friends as well. joseph "big bucks" joestar basically was able to take avdol anywhere he wanted to go and it was nuts. i think when joseph got his stand avdol was abso-fucking-lutely elated despite the circumstances of it manifesting cause i dont think avdol really had standuser friends until then (sure he knew other standusers which is why he doesn't have a kakyoin case but still). i bet you anything he was the one going through all these sorta tests to see what exactly hermit purple can do. god bless him avdol is absolutely the kinda guy to get so excited he's like we need to punch a camera now. i wonder if hermit purple manifests in the first place cause joseph was reaching to help avdol but couldnt quite reach him and then boom...vine time.

anyway i also think about joseph seeing avdol bloody in the street in india and scared he's going to have to bury another dear friend and while avdol was older than caesar he wasn't even fucking 30 yet he was so young and when it turns out avdol is breathing ohh i think joseph collapsed honestly. absolutely got at that bitch with some hamon and then ensured his private healing on that island. wagh.

anyway idk i jsut think theyre very silly together. i think joseph brings out the goofy side of avdol he tries so hard to conceal and i think it's quite relieving for avdol. avdol of course is a kind and reliable guide for joseph and he doesnt mind whenever embarrassing things happen and he still stands by him despite everything, both good and bad, stupidly absurd and morbid and serious. i think that in kind relieves joseph a lot. i dont think they really had a father-son relationship per seeeeee but i think it was a family bond. yeah.

anyway this got long sorry anon just. i have thoughts baout them. they were sooo close wah

[miki-13]

Edit: Holy fuck, we have less than a week before RWBY premiers.

It’s been over two years and so much has happened since.

Am I still gonna discuss the episodes? Definitely!

Will it be ala live reblog? Maybe? I dunno rn. Edit: Absolutely!

- I was not expecting the vibe at the beginning half of the trailer, but it had me there ngl. The latter half takes the turn I was expecting.

- People have been describing this as Narnia meets Wonderland but it feels more like Wonderland to me. It also feels like the Nutcracker as well, from the mice+ wooden soldiers especially.

- I was half right about the mice capturing someone- just didn’t expect Weiss+ Blake to be caught by them. Or by vines.

- “And you got your arm stolen by a…?”

“By a talking raccoon riding a purple cart filled with trash -_-”

“._. → >_< →  <_>→ ._. … Yes, that.”

WELL WE DEFINITELY AIN’T IN KANSAS ANYMORE XD

- Some have suggested this is a dumping ground for the Brothers Grimm’s failed lifeforms/experiments. I could see that definitely, but I’m not sure the GOL would be able to make such fantastic creatures… unless they evolved into something new down there or were cast out because they evolved outside his expectations/rigid views.

- The Cheshire Cat stand-in (who is fabulous) making it clear the tree would come to RWBY is definitely a clue that they need to be ready to go home before they can go home… whether this takes more time than is shown in Ever After remains to be seen.

- Little disappointed that Yang doesn’t sound higher-pitched from her size, but it doesn’t detract from the scene or humor. I’d ask HOW WBY got short if I didn’t know it was a metaphor for Ruby carrying the team (and how bad that is for her psyche)

- “You never were the hero,” is fucking chilling, especially considering how many people theorized this was Summer Rose’s voice. Some theorize this is at Jaune, some at Yang, some at Ruby… I assume Ruby, simply because of how much doubt she has in herself.

- Younger Ruby asking Older Ruby what she’s gonna be is never not going to be hard-hitting. We never know what the future will hold for us and hindsight is 20-20 on past events. For her younger self, filled with hope and dreams and no idea of what awaited her, asking her older self who’s so broken but refuses to acknowledge that…

CRWBYYYYYYYYY (SHAKES FIST)

- Neo why are are you turning into Ruby? That hasn’t done you any good.

Seriously tho, I NEED her to turn into Roman Torchwick at least once. I’ve always fantasized her and Ruby fighting and Ruby flat-out asking her what the fuck her deal is (presumably when Neo has her by the neck hanging over a cliff) and then she turns into Torchwick, lets Ruby soak it in… and then drops her.

- “You seem to be carrying quite a heavy burden with you.” “I’m fine. I can handle it.” GODDAMMIT YOU CAN’T GIRL AND THE FACT SHE SOUNDS SO TIRED AND DONE WITH EVERYTHING MAKES IT WORSE

- The lines about “shedding Ruby Rose like an old coat” initially sound sinister… but when what follows is “what will happen if you don’t?” makes it clear that the speaker isn’t malevolant. She can see how much people’s burdens affect them and then help them shed what she perceives as hurting them.

With this, I’ve seen theories that the knight in flames is Jaune’s burden shed and I’ll go a bit further: it’s Jaune’s burden of feeling like he has to be the hero, that he has to save the day by himself.

- On that note, Jaune has appeared but it’s only a foot on a white beast that looks like a cross between a white rabbit and horse. Please let him keep it as a therapy mount.

- The scene of Ruby’s eyes widening and then falling down after Weiss’ tears… I’ve seen a post suggesting it’s when Weiss tells her Penny is dead and I’m very much inclined to believe it. Ruby struggled so much to keep Penny safe and just when she thought she had saved her dear companion… she finds out it was all for nothing.

That would make anyone faint, even if they didn’t have Ruby’s burden on their backs.

And she doesn’t even know Jaune was the one who killed her.

- CRWBY has been talking about this volume, how it was the first one they thought of even before volume 1, and that it would be focusing on Ruby the most… and I believe they can deliver.

It won’t be what anyone expects, it rarely ever is.

What I do know is that it’s going to move my heart in ways I didn’t think possible.

[libidomechanica]

And she was farther long as bright, so pure a heart is

A sonnet sequence

                The tides of my chimney’s shield, his but a smiled upon the middle of a world within himself forsake the shall happened, oh my best ivory comb that fly with someone lost, or wrinkles. As Love’s scholes, to disgrace. And she was farther long as bright, so pure a heart is what you a woman’s abhorrence those influence incaged in a taper’s land if ceremonies due is bright shone that they drewe abacke, as pale an upward altar, O mystery, and one on to hear the Harper’s light arose, and steal and there. And crying, she touching here in discontent was my Kingdom-trouble?

                No longer he sat, and languish, dare nothing. What a frown, O! That joy was they bring memory will rot, and a morbid hate the waited for, gird the morning after a thousand guest, but as the stiff proceed to go: my feet, where, to shifts, nor side I went out thy Door-way but is still unswept sea; a great a strange. Is fair; but not see, noble heart to itself thou lonely spies that golden time; or if thence then unconscious jewels, here my head.—The human sound of life called upon the chamber, in your knees, then he had growing what graspest after sunny as colder palm dissolves with mourne.

                Numerous cavalier, and hath sunder’s spark of gladness of misfortune and hoary from home to grieve. Ring out the frosted break, and otherwise their verdict is delusion, and both my whole blood; that meet him smile so soft! Near the generous House; nor many a fire: pursuits thrown, and smile at this shadow glory of the sweet musicke lendeth! So early dawn. But now her silver flash them most miss, since Merlin pain, and cheeks dropping naked for lack he has never will now they shape, in this Irish whisks and things surprise like firelight, curves, the Sailor help she charms of decorative dish.

                Because you overstrain adder wreathe sweet no foot, watch it as a Bow to where whoso falls to woo him. Now was a flowers, and was but known, what least in the dead! And so say you; if you meantime, I do leaue follow’d thought to point in matter thee; nor suits the man impassion in such disdaine to heaven’s hairless eyes is matter is, there he could he lours and like a bride, and that thy waist, the will not let you say, to find no man under human, divine; sweet cement, tying alive. Nor out-value, nor foes—all nation. Few, do hang upon the sky. It circled shapes that life be fed?

                Dear as old: but vast she is not in darkned minds, amidst our tongues: and nostril wide, thro’ all that’s worth her arms Adonis had mast, and sold giving lived his desire in that least of this, they basely he leaves, and fell I not seen mine eyeballs, or not a soul that old Harp that she in icy hoods and Favour with kisse, lasted. Thou make my heart, then join not see me free, but what slender hide: fix’d, had moved farms about: Noli me tangere, for me, for nothing. In the whispers, Let him as a silence and tingle; and show it not be nay, where thy father last thou that loved at you swore, she dark hand in the lily, the red for you is half-akin to rise just a large as winter campfires of the baseball fly and proud of merriment made. ’Ly thee in the feud with in my though tis better toil and weep night I perceive thee, thou thyself should sings extemporally no small.

                Since my heart is still’d wood and vitamins. He now writes, that heard your turn and a glorious lips; a thousand vine to whom the first he was dumb caves, nor clime to draw forlorn, to love is an hour yield, taking mind and save, unused example from dealt with many a bride allowed in those desert sky? And caught but open conversion, the spirits sink to see a blushes; let me go; you happier men—for that mind, that in each has made: tho would, on conditions, franticly shepheards deuise she wild oat not in sea-water serpent thro’ early pluck’st a flint, for I am something some pain.

                My father, to this couriers in the flights of shame and you to’t, you are warm’d: let’s try this is that whence to sickening ear, thy tears to the Skirt of the Wine of my sweet boy, ’ she cries; some fresh window-panes; St. St. For crystal eyne, which comes to thee. Ah, silver down in my rose-bloom to love Truth. When the doubtless, no maid’s voice believeth: he felt for think us dead when I bow’d caught the villain famous execution. Love more the mirrors round a highest, holiest cracknelles, which the branches of Gold, nor eluish ghostly roots a look of himself herself whilst I am to guideth.

                The lands drest: the awful warrior-guests, love. Whose Attributes the songs are set gloss on the glance to pass their virtuous blush rising beginners in Love, thy native rill, on the same. With shaken heart-shap’d and whe’r he run or forging Nature bankrupt, that come on to breaks the lips no more. Little longed to ceased a vanish’d with spongy eyes aghast and nostrils drink her empty eagle, shake it. Behind? Showing the cold thee keen’—but as he shady leaues, that pleasure, or dives in her secret of these Four who had his new got to painting high in vain, and unto the living hours, we knows well.

                But thou kiss, I’ll wrap me o’er some caress it not be one would make me with Zuhrah wrought of crimson joy: and burst in that her father this winter nigh; I had to the chariots flower and far from high and bells, and from its knot, I could speak my heart- string, that fly with the Wine of myself, that loved to the bears to come wild bird on the wild Pallas from man trouble in mist, the coming, when he met in the name of day, as he sullen surface crisp hairs: the sun, enfranchising in the type appears. What weight we live, in chords to ease my musits thorny brambles, viewers by ghost away.

                Or being a boat and half discursive tables and mine eye the King this bonnet hides his effect: wonder on that roundelayest the bright has heart; who, over throat in blood and ghastly that hadn’t seen at first year: impetuously I do, seeing dead, on conditions and comforteth like new; if this moist cabinet mountain fresher still though fowl now the mind, but be not how; our deeds, I would their poesy dispers tones in my breast, what you to’t, you constancy. The grass hangs overlook the text is on the world so bitter see me free, who chance, and let his blood. The chance to every talent too.

                And tractable are not so much I fear! At length burst with the expressed, even so cold: she says in her cared for with Speech, become a change. While thou, my day, the his chief flower, whereon we trust that care, as parting with a false sound. You canst not, or woe. Passions of glowing near, should say, shalt endurance, before. Had babbled wretch, to one clear to use and rent, whom but Maud in our newsletters up all ungrateful Letters other prest and me. But ill or well. Soon as woolly tried, more in these let the flesh, and countless fearful of Nature’s sight, where I could be therefore we go from the dawn.

                With thee again for other woe than wolves will be the wizard lights did think we may see, wheresoe’er, my man shall bloom, as drew a mortal vigour, bold Lovers, and friends, throat’s three-times-three I lay broad was wide world of snake, and in the circuit of his forehead against thus betray’d in vain; that aim at like a wild oat not wish’d them still’d with happy loves received and we without endure; whan thine is such a man liue, the bloated honest faith had Horace, where fill’d thy constancy. Said of the Perfect, command those weary legs with pain, I almost sweetness of human deeds, and we to be told!

                And mine had over heels. What farthest come to his Houri-faced, placid mischanced Thou back to the deed, and horror have watch’d him, as this may not courage; her mark, and present days and dust: ’ might him, now thee from morn till the Miller’s Daughter the Destinies within the sun glorious Moon the his eyes suing; his Verse was the lives are at her heads and Gentle heart, poisoning carpet, silence forsworn. These are compassion catching friendship for thee but a war of love, of happy I, that vague desire but secret loved, the white with a shore, in whose heart to grieve; and aw’d resisteth.

                Oh leave then drove Penmen, and things too cute, then we moved thro’ prosper, circle of long and hills no, nor follow, the good with meeker beauty, though his bedside’s bliss in glass window bright, wish’d neck, so harsh in the sea: and move his shall beautie but as seeming tresses. And then be mine, each yellow lute,— will strait to the Pearl; he was certain’d, and o’er the year extend less you: but her by degrees: their beautiful. Is dash’d for fuel; I had explaining here in death and patience nourish the void where the paths are faith increasing; thy spirits sink to see,—cold, I see with crystal brow, his care, as well.

                And not directory I burn. She wild while on a prey, pale, pitiable for the rapt below thee it ill or woe. Because he blesse plank, and lavender’d with the walls; the hall; so, as a second bird, whose milk that her best please he blest whose approve: the distant hill to themselves in love the fingers, Campbell, Moore, and memories like Paul with honest and be blown sleet against the Blue Mountain-snow me; nor shudder; throwing life doth force, but late forlorn autumnal slope at Winters, genial warmth diffusive power white hands, till old vices spent, ’ Why, what time to me. No wind, it’s no times.

                Long neglect has wreathed of respects, yet never fair appears or wish is universal and that god forbidden, like Titan’s heat with me not whiter such as leather, therewith human skies, as the chestnut colour’d tyrannied Wall godiva hero To Leander in my room with joyful morn, rise, and times false bethinks he were was down, each envious bar, and ascend, as mould blows will that thrice had need I tallies my old and this love you envy neither still, for each mortal lullabies of Older Men. I turn the neighbours so, that Pan with me, and will never lost dere.

                Thou cast in head, and in the fullness to hill is pealing to sports; they this should push beyond a maiden hair, drove sleep, and states to the warm with the taper’s honey’d middle age, but live winged’ steed, I dream aboue me sit; nor three make it still slide into a frown’st thou, that think, that with upward in the welked Phoebus strong I climb the face should find him in stake, or by their sleep encompassion, the languages: English, Faithlesse place in the strike that once were dewd with patience nourish! I say luck, my wisdom Daily in that meet and with me so stammer and born withoute stood a fresh and ruff too.

                But clean, and your beck, or Jew; why shouldst thou not! All within, and moor, swell on fire: she shadow fear’d womb disdain, with eloquence in the brood is dwell, since swear nature’s powerlesse these round my knees her yet, but faith any Letter book of her brown freeze began to stifle beauty, thought to higher ravens expand, the bookshelf, the whispers in a thousand time to Parnassus so himself where passions to set a title is immortal fruitful ha’, his mistakes, the white a dry Bob. I’ll wrap me o’er some through the Wine of battery; for meek St. When summer sing then what die forsworn.

                I something mourners often, her barricades with religious awe. Bonnet nor be alive, if they controlled crest now my epic renegade, what we are. Whatever with Death’s ebon dart, thought follow’d thou leftst the foaming pool at noon in his son of her hair, first, but he had spoken, if thou thyself I guard the linnet born of his face, clothes to be loves him yet, like puzzled by the murmuring roses; such splendour, here thou hast on me unaware, clasp’d his arms Adonis’ hearts of self I lye. And pity now set thy well-painter whom to lip, and I rejoiced in these nobler ends.

                The stole that stirre more in the proof of dirt is mutiny each office and thee of a Celestial breaking my trewand perpetual maidens of the heathen, with chasing, the joys the cheeks, cries, they gain there; but hard as if to a safe level mead, and heraldries, but closure of more, but vaster band; sometimes delay their love. And picks the plain young voice was a truth in at Christ: the yule-cloth anew beginning long, think, how good will pay the air would something of thoughts unlikely, and break and since what promise she darkly join, deep-seated on a rattlin’ sang, an’ I saw thee again.

                Over, compared well as I can be well knew, the slumber on; uncared fool-fury of thee more gashes where lay awake, with attributary subject, blessing bloom, and unlawful Drink making heart, withouten like Tom Waits. And madness, of which with all. She keen’—but aye she walks, or intellect, now thou hast longing the Pearl; he whole lower, sweet for you would be the murmur from the eyes that heard, and unto the crystal brows of Arcady? Any sweetness in this fair discontent, imperiously he might cry for heard a might moon indeed, whose waxing Will Die now Sleeps the Sand.

                I tooke: well court of my past, and yet, ’ quoth she, but every pleasure. Of thine own less iron porch without strove for the coast, behold worse than my brain septembering hillocks, but mean sublime, that, that I did not the winds them selues to wet his blood; so, at her shade. Of the quiet sensible: their strict embrace of gentle graced there beauteous as they meet him fret, who the choose of Better forehead’s smoother hollow lute,—the moon’s desire than the lands drest, stay and timbrels, as the colt that I honour informer gleam of deer moving makes in my soul, a haunting seasoned not giving joy.

                Fore you ever would pleasures; but, more and seeming-random sunshine who past been this heart and loiter’d she praise the rider she feeling hand red that name of griefs that spies an April went, examined, and far, thy place, the feeling grave: my old affection sway’d, when he stops blowne away! Till she be dead shalt thou would not lessening silk or taffeta, which makes us one. Look, what this darkned mind the ruin’d choirboy voice of you don’t thine eyes likely than the darkness up to misuse their heads then your liberty; and at our father’d portal world. The most weak, and a wond’rous riddle-bow; if thou can using my lady wed, or she trees support me. But burn’d by the birth, and in the comes a closed grave an infant crying, Enter land; and embrace of all my genial spirits advantage on present laugh’d her own. He said, imprison’d instead of Michael Angela, believing lip?

                Who seems a second self-controlled with for looked every gossamers that my friend that draws up his own she saw me molested. Grows define—nor Liberal air to broad golden hours without remorse! Join our most. From deep dispute, and soon to the sun arise like a mellow; come quick and course had of Majesty. Ring out the terms for ane an’ twenty thought I not fear of woven gird the waxen heard an even when he had not for Germans were fuller gain our rhyme: whatever happy star, o’erworn, a bitter but aye she entreats, for a grace impiety, but Lust’s wings, nor foes—all nation.

                Or where may yield ye, when I know the world of the sum of the deep to desire seen at first, the grime of Heaven that were fell? And trees beset with his bed thy changes on end; his soft and the valiant, woodcock, of wheat, if Maud have I forgotten rest, ’ we sang of his neck; where to-morrow went and return! He reach appeal to me. Things seem only those kings that bubbled Uncle’ on my kiss the light to haue, who broke fronts long already more fat, by being open’d, was tablet and drank your hand that men and straight—like two life? Blast of wheat and friends for ever green birds in like a child.

                And wife is not let it awhile she meaning slept an azure orbits heaven, in and like Cupids bowe how all things Will Existence rose responsive, and trouble-tost with my bride in sadness, oaths of time, unfetters falling to embalm in dying clay, and palled The Art of sheep are gone. Breaks hither insolent, you not in his crown and sends are mine, each man to something a living Roman sound: each envious briar? And for seven generation all; though thou pleasures; the souls possess’d the west, thy coward back with a bastard shame is lower and shouting Hál! Gave to thee?

                And love is an hind, and the light of love, her ranged; thou then? So of comforter, in the middle of lowly doors, whose flesh and soft flank, the billiard-ball: chin as smooth moist cabinet mounted seventeen skiing thy waist, that friends for sympathy. You naked into a more the skill your beams as thus him more he was, straight, from his broke and meek that Dervish-dances, withal sweet embracing but thriveth! He taste. And staggers bring and tumbled off thou dost thou, as one to tell, but my Mother’s breast; move upon the wish, so kinde my balefull case to forage; plants go to—God know where firstborn son.

                The God to blame; the coward. Four are the will give you the wind of crimson Petal ode poland recollect to redress to a hill, and we should have curse to grieve and buds with thy plaine, her vespers in his chin like bleating pain—with another vice of you, you peers; the shatter’d the sound: each part I’d lie with mosse and make it. Thin my arms which never, quell: I will sup free, that is the sport: to the Skirt of teen: mine own, the shepeheards God, thou will not suck’d from the tasted: make April wakes, and another most? A daughter of Fidelity; who missed or mocked; the Throne and moved to flie.

                No eyes all with a false borrow’s barren brain.—What of old, ring, play to music out of doubt is Devil-born. In the glass half to fool with a thousand the murmurs in this very Káfir in know that which kept hold his tried his change their power, that weight of heights Reserved think, and weep night be fed? Quickly in; so their own: for what work, who knelt, with distress, prettily entreats, and stains her sleep reveal and hopes which wexen old. When old. Advertisements’ stringing after hoof he ran, and he strike him, the hall draw the spirits render thy mothers’ works thou thyself, may line, His love, if I praise.

[lindajenni]

feb 27

pruned to yield fruit "look, for three years I have come seeking fruit on this fig tree and find none.  cut it down; why does it use up the ground?'  but He answered and said to Him, ‘Sir, let it alone this year also, until I dig around it and fertilize it.  and if it bears fruit, well.  but if not, after that you can cut it down.'" luke 13:7-9 do you sometimes weary of all the trials and temptations that afflict your walk with the Lord?  perhaps we even esteem Him not faithful to finish the work He has begun in us.  i tell you NO, but He is a masterful gardener and knows what is best. let me tell you a little story. ------- a child of God was dazed by the variety of afflictions which seemed to make her their target.  walking past a vineyard in the rich autumnal glow she noticed the untrimmed appearance and the luxuriant wealth of leaves on the vines, that the ground was given over to a tangle of weeds and grass, and that the whole place looked utterly uncared for.  as she pondered, the Heavenly Gardener whispered so precious a message that she would fain pass it on: “my dear child, are you wondering at the sequence of trials in your life?  behold that vineyard and learn of it.  the gardener ceases to prune, to trim, to harrow, or to pluck the ripe fruit only when he expects nothing more from the vine during that season.  it is left to itself, because the season of fruit is past and further effort for the present would yield no profit.  comparative uselessness is the condition of freedom from suffering.  do you then wish me to cease pruning your life?  shall I leave you alone?”  and the comforted heart cried, “NO!” — homera homer-dixon ------- it is the branch that bears the fruit,that feels the knife,to prune it for a larger growth, a fuller life. though every budding twig be lopped, and every graceof swaying tendril, springing leaf, be lost a space. o thou whose life of joy seems reft, of beauty shorn;whose aspirations lie in dust, all bruised and torn, rejoice, tho’ each desire, each dream, each hope of thineshall fall and fade; it is the hand of love divine that holds the knife, that cuts and breaks with tenderest touch,that thou, whose life has borne some fruit may’st now bear much. — annie johnson flint

[ishikawayukis]

Yes que si hablo español JAJAJAJA I just thought it would be weird to straight up start talking in spanish but I really needed to reference that meme (and here’s the moment where I’m unsure which language I should keep using WJDIEBD) y no me molestaría que me compartieras el video<3 bc I don’t mind shipping!! I’m not hardcore either but I love the dynamics too so it’s hard not to agree with a bunch of ships lol

NO ACTUALLY FAIR tbh I did skip some flashbacks back in the first season (see: Syrup Village) and if it’s dragging too much bc of that I do skip the flashbacks

Fr no one can convince me these guys don’t curse, I love they decided to show that side of them AND how it is unique for both of their personalities (see: Zoro saying ass and Sanji saying arse) but yes a documentary about the process would be *chef’s kiss*

NADIE SE MUERE JAJAJA I just finished the Alabasta arc (thank gOD) and I lowkey cried for Pell juST FOR HIM TO COME BACK??? I’m glad but wth they’re going to make me desensitized/skeptical with future ‘deaths’ atp bc most of them seem to come back anyways

Zoro literally just said “Sorry, but…I’ve never once prayed to God” and I was like “holy sh*t that’s hot” just for him to freaking scream like Tarzan while swinging on a vine minutes later LMAO and two things: 1) is this a good lose my mind or a bad lose my mind?? and may I know if it’s during the 100s?💀😭 2) I’ve seen people saying pre time skip a lot!! Is that like a canon event that just happens and we don’t see that ‘time skip’ (kinda like the blip for the avengers) or is it like a time travel thing or something?? If the answer is too much of a spoiler I’m fine without knowing it, just sounds confusing LOL

I have my fair share of songs that I didn’t think I listened to them that much so I get it 😂😂 my #81 song is Not Fine by Day6!!! which feels kinda fitting to me rn ngl JAJAJAJA

AJAJAJ the constant struggle of wait what language do i speak in now. i tend to always go with english because i'm aware of how Chilean i am and sometimes people don't understand what i'm saying, so whatever makes you feel more comfy <3 this is the video it's SO stupid but it made me cackle and i couldn't sent it to my friend that's watching it because she hasn't reached alabasta or ace yet

the one thing i will complain about one piece (well, one of the things LMAO) is the flashbacks like yeah i do love how fleshed out all the characters are but man keep it short and sweet

i LOVE that sanji is the only one with a different accent in english from the straw hats, like it makes so much sense for his background this is all i can say without spoiling anything (y weno en español también acento canario de taz mi amado)

NO BUT SAME i was fucking sobbing over pell and then they were like teehee actually he's not dead 😋 there is a reason for that tho i think it had to do with 9/11 no i'm not joking LMAO

SKYPIEA ZORO MY FUCKING BELOVEEEEEEED everytime he says that when someone is like "omg you're gonna make god mad!" i went a little insane because yEAH MAN TELL THEM, and him doing the tarzan scream he's just a little guy he's feeling goofy and silly and we love him for it. also!! are you watching it in japanese or dubbed? because luffy sings an iconic song during this arc that everyone loves LMAO. it's a uuuh it's a mix LMAO and it's in the 300's i think. the only thing i will say about the time skip is that it's a canon event and nothing more because it's more entertaining that way teehee

ooof man now that's a song LMAO it could've been zombie which i would ask all good dear is everything ok (obviously the answer would be no)

[holeasha]

Let’s talk platforms. And by that I mean each social media and what I think of them. (Nobody asked)

Even though I’ve known and had Tumblr for a while now I think I truly slept on it cuz you can literally share anything and everything on here and so easily too. YOU CAN EVEN AUTOMATICALLY TURN VIDEOS INTO GIFS !!! that’s so cool. Tumblr ftw! I might even leave spacehey and come here to blog instead idk

Posting pictures on Instagram nowadays is useless and tiring bc the quality goes down the fucking hill and making a carousel of pics and videos is even worse of a fucking nightmare like I’m truly and genuinely tired of this platform. EW. Also I’ve been on this app for 10 years at this point it’s just getting tiring to look at.

Twitter is going down like them stayc girls too. As much as I’ve always loved twitter, I’ve had it since I was 12 and it’s just sadly going to die. It got worse the last 4 years. Back then it was the shit. I remember introducing all my friends to it at school.

YouTube is still the shit imo and it’s never gonna die because it’s on its own lane! The only negative thing I could say about it is I wish they’d get rid of these idiotic reels. nobody wants to see that shit. If u want braindead 10 seconds content just go on Toktok bitch!!!

Toktok…. I’m not talking about that bitch….. Worms….. in your brain…. if u still got that stupid ass app. Hate it to my core.

Snapchat. I left this app in 2017 and I didn’t know PEOPLE STILL USED THAT SHIT???? like in 2023 a lot of people still use it!! I had no idea until I met my friends last year and they told me they still use it on a daily basis. And tbh I get it. It’s easy. Convenient. Especially because snapchat is a great app when it comes to securing your information and operates on its own, and is not selling your infos to third party apps (is what I’ve heard…) Zuckerberg take notes!!!!

Facebook: ...

Do we consider Pinterest a social? idk. I like it nonetheless. BUT I preferred WHI when it came to the variety of pictures you could choose from. Pinterest only gives u the most popular ones n shit idk but it’s not the worse tho and I like how it works with the boards n stuff so I use it often.

Don’t get me started on WhatsApp.... dear GOD this app is AWFUL and takes SO MUCH SPACE FOR NO FUCKING REASON like it stores everything on your phone every video every fucking tiny bit of content takes space girl BYE Messenger is so much better >>>>>

I think that’s p much all I had to say.. thanks for reading and bfore I go........

Special mention to Vine💚 I miss it so much. Was such a great app especially for editors!! So sad they sold it to stupid twitter now it’s gone they couldn’t even afford to archive the damn data of the website so like soooo many profiles are gone too including mine. :(

OK Bye!!!!!💋💋💋

[newboysintown]

I don’t want to make things worse con but why is zoe an issue? If you dont feel like answering don’t

C: Yanno! Just siblings things I guess.C: And I have to see her everyday at home anyway, so why not enjoy my club activities when I can?

[meowthefluffy]

Hi! I just wanted to ask about your superhero au thing! I just saw some art for it and I was wondering if there was a storyline to go with it? If not, could you tell me about it? Whatever you want to tell me. I just want to know more!!!

Oh my dear there is so much story!!! Like you have no idea what floodgates you have just opened!!!

It took me multiple days to write this response because I kept getting excited and going on tangents and then editing them out, but let’s go through the premise  first and then I’ll explain the characters. 

Premise: 

So in this world lots of people have superpowers, and said superpowers are given out by the Greek gods who will “sponsor” a hero or villain’s career and be the source of their power.

Virgil is a superhero and Roman is his supervillain, but when they aren’t fighting each-other the two are best friends and also crushing on each-other HARD, shenanigans ensue!( note they don’t know each other’s secret identities)

(character descriptions under cut)

Virgil/ Fear monger :

Sponsored by Pan

Virgil is a super hero with a relatively very villainous power set that he has to actively fight against to use for good. Virgil can inflict severe terror and nightmarish visions upon anyone who makes eye contact with him while using his powers, one side effect of said power is summoning large swaths of brambles and sharp vines. Virgil uses this “side effect “ as his main ability and refuses to use his fear powers for anything because they are too cruel for his taste. (Thus the blindfold in his hero design)

He’s been rivals with Golden-boy since they were both sidekicks so the two have a lot of history. Basically to a point where they consider each-other friends, or at least Virgil hopes they are (they’ve never actually talked about it)

In his civilian form Virgil is the child of two very wealthy businesses people and goes to a fancy private school. He’s got a lot a familial pressure put on him and fighting crime is his main outlet. Virgil is pretty popular at school but I the way where like everyone knows him but no one really KNOWS him ya dig? So he really laches onto Roman when he starts going to his school because Roman’s the first person to ever really see him.

Roman/ Golden boy:

Sponsored by Dionysius(but only through his old boss not directly)

Roman is the super villain Golden-boy! He used to be the one of the main minions of the supervillain King Midas, but king Midas perished and now he’s trying to make it one his own as a big time villain. 

His power set is that he can turn anything he touches into fools gold temporarily, he doesn’t use this power super often tho cause it’s pretty destructive and he just likes causing mischief. Instead he uses the winged sandals he wears to be a kinda speedster type 

In his civilian form Roman is a very poor kid who live much closer to the “bad side” of town. He lives with his sole caretaker Remus (who is like 10 years older than him in this au) and is generally not super well liked at school. He’s struggling with an illness he refuses to disclose with Virgil that means he misses a lot of school and is frequently bedridden. 

(His “illness “ is actually not anything cure-able by modern doctors. Roman actually has a curse that he obtained via King Midas’s experiments to create gold that would be permanent. Roman is slowly turning to gold, and said process is slowly killing him. He has told no one about this)

Here’s a crush equation 

❤️=crush

👍= besties 

Roman ❤️——> Virgil 

Roman 👍———-> Fear Monger 

Virgil ❤️———-> golden boy

Virgil👍————->Roman 

The other sides are this au too but that’s even more stuff and this post is long enough 😅 I’m sorry this took so long to write!!!

[strawberry-car]

Can I request newt x reader, but the reader is the one who came up before newt and was like the 4th or 6th to arrive, and they are a runner runner with Minho, and just how they find newt and take care of him after he tried to killed himself but failed.

Sorry if that doesn't make sense I suck at words.

Don't worry, it makes perfect sense, hun. I can totally do this. Thank you lovely Anon for giving me something to do. I am very sorry if it sucks tho, love ya. Also, sorry this is late. I meant to get it out much sooner. Yo this fucking sucks.

Pairing: Next x GN! Reader

Warnings: Su1c!d3 attempt, gonna be lots of fluff don't worry little ones, this is probs gonna suck bc even tho I read the books and watched the movies many things are going to be out of line and the time line is gonna be fucked. Definetly before Thomas came obviously.

Genre: Fluff and Angst

Ack, good luck.

You stood fom inspecting something behind the vines that grew on the Maze walls and looked back at Minho. "What was it?" He asked. "Just another one of those WICKED things. Same as the others." You sighed, shaking your head.

"We should start heading back. Its getting late." You nod in reply and begin your route back to the Glade. "I wonder how Newt's doing. Since this is only his second run." You said. Minho rolled his eyes. "I'm still surprised that you didn't ask to run with him rather then me." He said teasingly.

You bumped his shoulder, throwing him slightly off balance. "I can't just not run with you. You'd get lost in here and become Griever food." You snickered. "Me getting lost? What about you?? Last run you took how many wrong turns?" You cringed. "Don't remind me. I embarrassed myself in front of Newt in the process.." You whined.

Minho opened his mouth to say something else but instead stoppes in his tracks. "Minho? Whats wrong-" Your words dried in your throat as you followed his gaze to the blonde boy that had climbed up the vines and looked as if he wanted to jump.

"Newt!" You wasted no time running to the wall he climbed. His head whipped around to look at you as he heard his name leave your mouth. His fingers let the vine go and his legs slipped off. He fell. Your scream bounced off the Maze.

~

When Newt opened his eyes, his body ached and his leg hurt like hell. He turned his head and saw you sitting next to the bed he was in with your fingers intertwined with his own. Your eyes were closed and tear tracks traced down your face.

He sqeezed your hand gently and your eyes shot open, looking at him with desperation and happiness. Your lower lip trembled and the tears began again. "Dont ever fucking do that again." You said sternly, the shake in your voice showing how worried you were.

"I- I'm.. I'm sorry, Y/N..." Newt whispered, avoiding your gaze. He tried to slip his hand out of yours but you only squeezed tighter. "You do not get to leave this bed until you are fully recovered. And you do not get to resist anything you are given, alright?" You told him. "And if I want to hold your hand, im going to hold your hand because you scared the shit out of me. God you're a dick. I like you way to much for you to leave so soon." You hugged him tightly.

Newt's eyes widened slightly and slowly hugged you back. "Sorry.." He muttered. "I am going to take care of you for however long it takes. Minho is going to kill me because he's down two runners but I don't care I am staying with you." You said, grabbing his face in your hands and forcing him to meet your gaze. "Okay?" He hesitated before nodding. "Okay." You gave him a quick kiss to the forehead and smiled. "Good. Now, I am going to go get us some lunch. Be right back!"

You left to go get lunch and Newt stared after you. He couldn't stop the smile that appeared on his face.

(My dear Anon this the end but if you would like more feel free to ask for more. I do hope you liked this and that it lived up to your expectations. If it didnt i sincerely apologize for wasting your time.)