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[poemsforay]

ℬ. ‘ ⠀: ⠀𝙴𝙻𝙴𝙶𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴 ⠀ ιи ⠀𝗗𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘

[yeri-sita]

♡

[kiau-n]

[takenbypeter]

Can you please write something with Ben Poindexter x reader where they like match each other’s freak so to speak. She’s kinda like Maya Lopez in the way that she kills for people and someone hires her to kill Dex but she starts to like him the more that she like learns his routine and investigates him. I don’t know I just really like the idea of someone understanding Dex even though he kinda crazy fr.

No Longer Alone

Benjamin Poindexter x reader

Words: 1261

A/N: Love this idea! So good! I initially wanted to make it different from my other Dex fics but of course I just somehow ended up with writing about Dex and him being good, I’m sorry if you wanted something crazy but I had a blast writing this one

Warning: mention and like layout of Dex and that suicide scene that he was about to to do in season 3 back in the day, also gun mention (Idk if that needs a warning but just in case)

Is what you did honest work? While most would say no, especially considering you were essentially a hitman, you would argue yes. And the only reason you considered it honest work was because you always, always made sure to do thorough research before fully accepting a job. 

Your rule for a target was always the same: half payment up front, then after weeks of surveillance if you deemed the target culpable, you did what had to be done and then collected the rest of the money.

Surveillance was the most time consuming of the task, taking weeks to ultimately make the decision. You never wanted to take the life of anyone who had even a scrap of goodness to them out. 

And just like with any other target the same conditions applied to Benjamin Poindexter. 

Benjamin Poindexter. A.K.A. “Dex,” was currently an FBI agent. He was a former Brooklyn Suicide Preventer, and a former U.S. Army man. 

None of his past surprised you, you’ve had enough kills to know that it wasn’t what people showed others that made them a good person, it was what they didn’t that got you the call. 

In your first week of surveillance there were some intriguing things you noticed about the man. Firstly, you noticed how rigid his schedule was. Each day he stopped by the same locations. Some places were of course dealing with his occupation and necessary shopping, but other places seemed to be random. You did some more investigating to answer the main question here, why? And you easily found out the answer wasn’t something, but rather someone. Julie Barnes. 

Julie Barnes was an ex-coworker of Benjamin Poindexter from the suicide hotline center, and he seemed to have taken an infatuation towards her. Well you wouldn’t call it an infatuation. You didn’t know what it was, was it love? Curiosity? Or just pure obsession. Whatever it was intrigued you, because all he did at each and every place was watch her. He never did anything strange, just watched. 

While it was kind of ironic; you, stalking a stalker. You found it kind of endearing the way he looked at her. The look wasn’t fear-inducing, it wasn’t sinister, but sweet, with a joy-stricken smile appearing on his face every now and again, like he sincerely and genuinely cared for her. Frankly, it was cute. 

The other thing you noticed after keeping surveillance of him was his mentality, or rather his meltdowns. He seemed to have them not too often but frequent enough to the point that he knew precisely what to do when it did occur. You watched him a few times trying his best to collect his sanity, relying on cassette tapes and headphones that he pulled out from the closet. Each time you took note of how hard he worked to keep it all together. He was trying. And that was better than anything you could’ve said for any of your past targets. 

A week went by and something happened, you observed as Dex’s schedule almost instantly fell apart. He was suspended from his job, he had a falling out with Julie. 

You could tell it had an intense effect on him. 

That night, when you followed him home he appeared to have a multitude of emotion coursing through him. Upset, sadness, emptiness, you had a bad feeling in your gut watching it all unfold before you. 

Monitoring him through his window, you viewed as he roamed about his apartment slowly. He sat down and pulled a gun out laying it in front of him on the table. Eyes never leaving the scene, you watched as he looked to be actively battling his internal thoughts, contemplating deeply as he kept his head down, eyes fixated on the weapon.  

You could’ve walked away there, you could’ve turned a blind eye, let the job be done. But something in you knew that he could pull through this. Dex wasn’t a bad guy. He needed help.

Feet moving faster than your brain, they carried you out of your car and up the flight of steps trying their hardest to get you to him before he could do anything further. Running up you stopped at his door and frantically knocked. 

You didn’t know what was happening behind that door, you just hoped nothing drastic had happened yet. 

“Benjamin Poindexter! I need you to open this door right now!”

You stopped for a moment and heard quiet on his end, and your mind started running a course of thoughts. But then you heard it, some shuffling that sounded like it was getting closer, so you kept talking.

“You don’t know me, but I know you. I know you’re struggling Benjamin but you can pull through this…you’ve done it before, and you can and will do it again.”

Your head was close to the door waiting to hear any sound that might indicate he was still there. “You need help and I can get you help.” 

Then you heard it, a slow click coming from the doorknob. 

After waiting another second, the door then opened a crack revealing said man on the other side. You took note of his state, his eyes were filled with a watery appearance but he seemed to be stable at the moment. “How do you know my name?”

You let out an intense breath that you were holding in at the sight of him still alive. “Can we talk inside?”

Dex stared you down considering his decisions. 

“Please?”

Against his better judgment, he opened the door completely, allowing you to enter. Once inside, you took note of how clean and organized his place looked before turning around to him, “Hi. I was hired to investigate and kill you.”

Dex’s concentrated stare never faltered or swayed as he listened. 

“I can’t tell you who ordered it as that would be a violation of my legal contract but I can tell you that I’m not going to do it.”

He didn’t say anything, you weren’t sure if he was just taking it all in, plotting his next words, or controlling his emotions. 

“I’m not going to do it because I see an ounce of goodness in you. You are a man who is under heavy pressure, but even when your thoughts take over, you do your best to try to bring it back together. And Benjamin, that is all it takes. Trying.”

“Dex.” He corrected, which prompted you to repeat it back, “…Dex.”

Dex’s face softened, his expression no longer tense as his guard lowered. He believed you. He had no reason not to. The hit out on him was believable but you seeing goodness in him, he wanted to believe that too. 

“I…struggle when I’m alone…in my head sometimes I hear thoughts that hold me over the edge.”

“Well you don’t have to be alone anymore.”

Reaching into your pocket you pulled out your card with a number on it. Dex’s eyes drop to it as you hold it out between your fingers. 

“If you ever feel alone, here’s my number.”

Dex was hesitant, staring at the card until finally, he reached out and took it. 

“You don’t have to be alone, Dex…call me.”

And with that last piece you shared you gave him a final look before walking out his front door. 

Dex’s eyes remained on the card that had your name printed on it. 

Did Dex think that he deserved to be killed that night? Yes. 

Was Dex happy that you saved his life? Only time would tell.

[mr-meero]

Sunshine on Syril

(and how Dedra's apartment might have saved him)

As a lover of interiors and how we exist within them... I would like to muse a bit on Syril's Spaces™️

Kyle Soller—the actor, storyteller and man you are. lor ham mercy

In Season 1, we see Syril only gets to enjoy 7 seconds of what a new day brings him. 7 seconds of sunshine on his face. And as a reminder, he grew up with this. Sunshine in visual media so often represents "goodness", "peace", and "purity". I can see how this imagery would lead people to believe Syril would have a rebellion-level redemption. And maybe that was an option for his character at some point. I like to believe that between him and Dedra, he had enough good in him for the both of them. But that might be a post for another time.

The rest of his days in this apartment are illuminated using indirect natural light or yellow artificial light

The shelters we occupy play a large role in our overall satisfaction with life and circumstance. No matter what stage you're in.

You can see in him experience some peace when the sun hits his face. And when it fades it's like he's catching a small sob in his throat from coming out. Syril has always, always, wanted better.

...and to come back to this at your lowest low must be painful.

Cue Dedra!

Or rather, her apartment

Dedra's apartment is minimal, sterile, and orderly. But more importantly, it is light, bright, and BATHED in sunlight through massive panoramic windows. Windows that curve around half the apartment to ensure sunshine is pouring in all hours that it is out.

A stark contrast to Syril's mother's apartment a lonnnnng elevator ride down.

Can you begin to imagine what that does for someone who has gone the worst parts of their life without it? If Dedra's backstory is true, it's likely she didn't enjoy the benefits of windows such as these in an oppressive Imperial kinder-block either.

A Love Illuminated

Syril and Dedra's features are fully lit during a beautiful day in Coruscant, in the home they share together.

Without the need to turn on a light, Dedra can observe her partner's face and see his anxiety painted across it. In return, Syril can appreciate her features go from soft, to lovingly stern, and both can get to work.

In nearly every shot that Syril is in this apartment during this sequence, except for the crash out on the bed during dinner (great visual choice there), sunshine is resting on him. It is on his face, his shoulders, his chest, his hands... It doesn't leave him.

Syril may have found a perfect match in Dedra, but he truly lucked out with her apartment as well. The way he moves around the space with confidence tells me everything I need to know: he belonged there. He could begin to heal there.

Fanfic Potential

My headcanon is that the first time he was allowed to enter her personal space, he saw it during the day. He walked in through the door and felt joy upon seeing the natural light. He knew then and there for certain he cannot mess things up with her.

What else does Dedra's apartment tell us?

Color is having a major moment in interiors lately. People are flooding rooms and trim and even ceilings with fun colors and patterns, and I am loving it.

Dedra's apartment though is devoid of color and clutter to an extreme amount, but to me, it feels like her. This is actually something we would have been right to expect, which is why it fits so well. Her space does not feel unwelcoming or lonely. It is a well curated space with what tabletop and shelf decorations she has, and easy to care for plants. She's an overworked professional in a high-stress job. Her home provides a sense of calm and serenity with the use of soft textures, rounded corners, and a functional layout. Truly, what a beautiful space to share with someone.

[sxypnk]

⤷ 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞! 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨

⫶ Includes; 𝐑𝐚𝐧, 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮, 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐮, 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐲𝐮, 𝐍𝐚𝐡𝐨𝐲𝐚 ⫶

Part 1

Ran

Ran is quite the charmer, opting for an upscale rooftop restaurant in the heart of Roppongi. He'd surprise you with a bouquet of your favorite flowers while you repeatedly kissed his cheek in admiration. As you sat blushing, he'd tease you about your beauty, occasionally brushing against your leg. Unwittingly, he would flirt with the waiter, which might annoy you, but he would quickly apologize once you pointed it out and would avoid looking nor talking to her for the rest of the evening. After dinner, you stroll hand in hand with Ran through the vibrant streets of Roppongi, feeling the cool evening breeze wrap around you like a soft blanket. He playfully challenges you to a race, and with laughter spilling from your lips, you both dash under the twinkling lights. As you wander through the lively atmosphere, he pulls you close, whispering sweet nothings that make your heart race. The night feels limitless, filled with joy and a deepening connection that brightens your soul.

Rindou

Rin is the kind of guy who prefers to keep dates uncomplicated, valuing quality over quantity; for him, a late-night drive counts as a perfect outing. He definitely has leather seats in his car, which would be infused with a pleasant scent of vanilla and lavender. With the windows rolled down and your hair blowing in the wind, your favorite songs would fill the air, prompting you to sing along, which would tug a smile to his face while doin' 80 in a 60, not giving a shit in the world.

Sanzu

Watching movies or playing games instead. For Sanzu, the idea of going out to fancy restaurants or crowded places feels overwhelming; he finds far more joy in the intimacy of your shared space. On those cozy days, he'd wrap you in his arms, whispering jokes and sharing stories while the world outside faded away. The comfort of being together in your little bubble is far more appealing to him than any traditional outing, and he often surprises you with homemade snacks or sweet gestures, making those moments together just as special as any date could be.

Chifuyu

Fuyu is such a lover-boy; he’s the type who'd secretly plan a sunny picnic on a windy day just to see you smile. When you finally get to the spot, he’d playfully cover your eyes before revealing a big blanket spread out on the grass, complete with cushions that match your style. As you open your eyes, the layout of your favorite snacks—slightly messy but lovingly arranged—would greet you, making your heart swell. You’d burst into laughter at the sight of the quirky heart-shaped sandwiches and the colorful fruits he picked just for you. He’d feed you little bites of food, and with each shared snack, he’d weave in sweet stories or silly inside jokes, reminding you just how thoughtful and fun love can be.

Nahoya

We adore Nahoya; unlike his brother, he’s the type who craves the thrill of the bigger roller coasters even more than you do! He loves sharing fun experiences with you, knowing they’ll light up both your faces with joy. He'd take you to the old-fashioned festival, where you both can admire the artwork and dive into games together. Between each adventure, he’d lead you to delicious food stands for food like street corn or sweet treats to munch on as you stroll. By the end of the night, you’d find yourselves watching the fireworks, your head resting comfortably on his shoulder, savoring that perfect moment together.

© sxypnk 24’ ⋮ all works are owned by @sxypnk on tumblr , do not repost, translate, or copy my work without permission. 𝐒𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞

[miki-files]

Love and Deepspace Edit | New 5-Star Memory [Miki: Heartful Reclaim]

🍓 Happy Azure's Echo Day! ♡

Mornings full of love and joy, flower petals sifting in the breeze... Yet, even in a crowd full of people, there's still a certain someone she's longing to see.

For all the words carried into the wind on this special day— this time, will her feelings reach you?

"But, your voice, I— I would always know it by heart..."

☁️; edited by me, based off of the 5-star card layouts for love and deepspace's individual banners!!! <3 this... mostly involved taking shapes from the originals and trying to match colors/texts... probably took like 2?? hours in total?? WHJKG but this was really fun and kept me sane this morning bc i still wanted to do something for my girl this valentine's!!! <333333

(for reference, programs used were ibispaint x and phonto; fonts used were leky calgria, antipasto, and serif. 🥰)

(this was a lot easier than kaia's cat banner...)

[tubzthelilbeeboy]

Started getting ideas while working on my Snowchester and L'manburg Pinterest boards.

For the 3 years or so that I've been obsessed with cbeeduo and whatnot for, I always imagined their mansion in my head that the insides always matched the outside layout of the mansion. Anyway, looking at all the cool pics I got for their mansion inspo on the snowchester board, I've come up with so much betters idea's on what it could actually look like. Idgaf if it's not canon I want joy and whimsy.

You walk in, BIG ASS ROOM. BIGGG!!! Keep the double stairwells, just make the room bigger. Still full of trinkets and what not but add a dozen huge paintings and drapes on the wall which makes it dark but still has a very home-y feeling. Add a shit ton of stairwells everywhere in this house. They lead to random spots and weird places you wouldn't expect. Many rooms with pianos and candelabras and fancy rugs and paintings and animal heads, rich furs, and silks. These mf's have money, they aren't afraid to spend it. The rooms are a nice dark oak color with some beautiful carvings. There is a big long hallway somewhere towards the back of the mansion with huge windows and a polished marble floor that's fun to slide on with socks and you get a perfect view of the icy lakes and trees, and a full view of the dead garden and gazebo, and weird angel statues that jut out of the uneven icy ground and rock pathways that are randomly laying in the snow. Rugs on the upstairs hallways, deep purple and golden trimmings, nice fancy lanterns hung on the walls every few feet or so. There's a huge ballroom with a dome ceiling with extravagant paintings on it. C!beeduo's room is massive, having lots of extra space but the bed is BIG, it can fit like 10 people if they wanted but it's usually just Ranboo and Tubbo in it, sometimes Micheal who crawls in if he has nightmares. The bed is obviously a canopy bed, black and deep purple colored with fluffy pillows and a nice carved headboard. There's a big walk-in closet and bathroom attached to the room that the husbands share. Micheal's room is the only one that doesn't fit the rest of the mansion, still the same walls and doors but a ton of drawings on the walls and colorful curtains, rugs and toys for Micheal to enjoy.

I have more probably but can't write everything down rn.... I wrote so much what the shit.

[thecozycat]

🧡 Tuesday Tips #3 🧡

Your website is more than just a collection of pages—it’s your digital home. It should reflect you, your interests, and your personality. But with so many sites out there, how do you make yours stand out?

Here are 25 ways to make your website feel more personal, unique, and personalized to you!

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🎨 Design & Aesthetics

1. Custom Color Palette – Pick colors that resonate with your personality and aesthetic.

2. Unique Typography Choices – Use a mix of fonts that match your vibe.

3. Handwritten or Doodle Elements – Add personal sketches or notes.

4. Custom Cursor – Let visitors use a fun, themed cursor on your site.

5. Personalized Favicon – A tiny but powerful detail that makes your site feel complete.

6. Themed Layouts for Different Pages – Make each page visually distinct but cohesive.

7. Custom Backgrounds – Textures, gradients, or even a personal photograph.

8. Retro or Experimental CSS Styles – Go wild with unique styles that make your site stand out.

9. Create a Custom Hand-Drawn Logo – Instead of a standard logo, try sketching one yourself for a unique touch.

10. Add Subtle Animations – Small hover effects, background animations, or cursor trails can bring your site to life.

11. Play With Layering Elements – Overlap images, text, and shapes for a more dynamic look.

12. Design a Personalized Loading Screen – A custom loading animation or message adds a fun detail visitors will remember.

13. Add Your Own Handwriting as a Font – Convert your handwriting into a web font for a truly personal touch.

14. Design a Seasonal Theme Switcher – Let visitors toggle between different seasonal or mood-based color palettes.

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📜 Content & Personality

15. Create a Behind-the-Scenes Page – Show how your website was built, share your thought process, or include fun bloopers.

16. Add a "The Making Of" Section – Share drafts, sketches, or early concepts behind your creative works.

17. Include a Personal Dictionary of Words You Love – A list of favorite words, phrases, or slang you frequently use.

18. Design a "Things That Make Me Happy" Page – A simple, uplifting page filled with personal joys.

19. Show Your Progress on a Learning Goal – Track and share your journey in learning a new skill, language, or hobby.

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💾 Interactivity & Engagement

20. Add a Clickable Mood Indicator – Let visitors see your current mood with an emoji or phrase that changes over time.

21. Create a Dynamic Banner That Updates Automatically – Display different messages depending on the time of day or special occasions.

22. Add a "What I'm Listening To" Widget – A live-updating display of your current favorite song or playlist.

23. Embed a Poll or Voting Feature – Let visitors vote on fun topics or help you make creative decisions.

24. Introduce a Mini Personality Quiz – Something quirky like “Which of my favorite books/movies are you?”

25. Make an "Ask Me Anything" Page – An interactive page where visitors can submit questions for you to answer.

Closing: Make It Yours!

Your website should be you in digital form—fun, unique, and engaging. Whether you add just one or all 25 ideas, the most important thing is to have fun and make it your own.

If you try any of these ideas, let me know—I’d love to see what you create!

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[deus-lapidis]

Forever and always.

— Diluc’s Wedding Layout [modern]

Characters: Diluc x fem!reader

Genre: fluff

A/N: this is written for @hiraya-rawr as a specialty treat in hopes of bringing her some joy. Therefore it was crafted with a female reader in mind, but imo, fuck gender norms and read it if you want to read it, as long as you’re comfortable <3

I’m also really sorry for being like…dead.. streaming and irl matters have consumed my time and genshin hasn’t been a bit tiring. I’m very hyped about Fontaine though!

Preparation and Planning [hehe…PP]

The attire

Diluc likes to spoil you. He has the money from his family business and on what else should he be spending it on if not on things that conjure such a sweet smile on your face :>

Though he cannot come with you to pick out your wedding dress, he makes sure that at least one of his maids will accompany you and of course bear his request in mind; for his lover to get nothing but the best, the finest and the most extraordinary to match your person!

Whatever you wish for, he will absolutely fund. Pearls or dainty jewels, lace or maybe silk, a veil or maybe a crown even? It will be yours, just say the word.

When it comes to his suit picking though, he has his brother tagging along with Venti and Rosaria, since they all invited themselves to the attire picking occasion. They spent so much time with the dawn winery heir that they practically HAVE to join in.

They make lots of stupid remarks though and poke fun, while having champagne, so Diluc also decides to confide in his childhood friend Jean and her little sister Barbara, texting the siblings to ask for their opinion.

They settle on a classy and sleek looking black suit with a few bronze touches that remind of his coat.

He gets a bit emotional once seeing himself in his wedding attire, cause then it really sinks in. He’s here. Picking out the suit that he’s gonna wear to his wedding, to YOUR wedding. Oh my god, he’s gonna marry you. You, the love of his life and his beloved partner ohdeararchons—

The bubbling champagne glasses of his cheery friends clink, a toast in the background, as he himself — refraining from alcohol while picking out such important garments — puts on his fifth potential wedding suit. The previous ones have been quite beautiful, but not to his taste in the end and he strived for your wedding to be absolutely perfect. While he was absentmindedly buttoning his black dress shirt, his thoughts drifted to you, his lovely fiancée. A small smile stretched out on his lips, one that he couldn’t fight when he thought of you, his ears dusted pink when he allowed himself to picture you in a wedding gown. Archons, was he ever so smitten.

The wedding cake

You two go to a local, fancy bakery to taste test and assemble your dream wedding cake.

That part was far less nerve wrecking, since it also sort of felt like a sweet date. You two were spending time at the bakery together and while he was actually never that fond of sweets, he enjoyed a lot of the cakes.

He watched you with his gentle vermilion gaze, he was utterly and hopelessly smitten <3

Well frankly said he also found that they tasted a lot better, since you were insisting on feeding him the different cake flavours :)

You settled on a dark chocolate cake, since it seemed to be a rather classic flavour, rich and bittersweet.

The sweet scents of cake samples waft through the tasting room, you sitting there with him and gleefully trying the next flavour.

“Mhm! Diluc, try this. I think you’ll like it.” You lifted the fork to his lips, offering your fiancé a bite of coffee cake, gently prodding his mouth with the utensil.

He chuckled at your gesture, smitten eyes gazing at you in amusement, before accepting the bite and letting the cake melt on his tongue.

He really could get used to this.

The actual wedding:

Boy, he’s so nervous.

So here’s the thing, his father had always been an anchor for him for anxious moments in his young years, Crepus being there to validate and reassure his son. During adulthood he found himself bottling things up and managing just fine, yet in this moment, he feels like a vulnerable young boy again. Yes, he’s suited up for his adult wedding with his very adult beloved. His once innocent eyes, now matured over time, staring back at him in the mirror, his strong facial features of an unshakable man and yet he feels so young and helpless.

His brother had to come and calm him down a little, even almost resorting to calling you via phone to help his awkward redhead brother relax, but they ended up managing on their own.

(Venti put on a stupid song and Diluc’s nervousness easily transformed into stressed aggravation.)

The first look had him in tears. He’s quite sniffly, but he’s trying to contain himself for the sake of the wedding and his image. Truthfully, he’s really excited to marry you. You are wonderful inside and out and he can’t wait for you to be his and for him to be yours.

As soon as he (somewhat) recovered, he opted to wrap his arms around you, forehead pressing against yours, as he whispers sweet nothings to you.

“I love you. My darling.”

Finally, it was was ceremony time! Tears were shed. A lot of them. Vows were exchanged through more tears and croaked out chuckles.

The kiss was chaste and loving, just utterly perfect, a perfect start for your married life.

Bennett cried, Razor was happy to be included, Klee was the little flower girl, Fischl was ??? Oz was translating.

Kaeya held the absolutely most perfect speech as the best man. More tears were shed. Both because of gooey soft feelings and just utter amusement at his funny remarks and embarrassing Diluc anecdotes.

The first dance was a dreamy but nervous waltz, Diluc’s refined training as a young boy slipping out as he lead you. Gently swirling you while his own eyes focused on your shared joy, smiling ever so softly at you in an absolutely love drunk fashion.

Diluc offered you his hand, leading you to the dance floor when his brother announced the first dance of the newlyweds.

Pulling you closer to his body, he placed one hand on your waist, while the other held your right hand, he smiled encouragingly when you placed your left hand on his shoulder.

You followed his steps, swaying and twirling to the familiar music. Your eyes never breaking away from each other, smitten love radiating from the both of you.

He looked incredibly handsome like this, hair out of his face, lips curled upwards in happiness. You never wanted to forget this moment.

In his eyes, your bright smile was something to be engraved and tucked away into his heart forever.

Eventually the music died down, leaving you two swaying in each other’s arms happily, him pressing a kiss on your forehead, before resting his head against yours.

“I love you. Forever and always.”

[redheadspark]

hi wanted to request from the august prompt list, could you write #13 with ACOTAR Az? thank you in advance! :)

A/N - THIS IS BEYOND CUTE! Thanks for the request, Anon!

Grow

Summary - You find joy in the little things, and Azriel loves it all the same.

Warnings - Nothing but pure fluff!

“Az!  Az, come here Az!”

Azirel looked up from his spot on the loveseat where he was perched, placing the documents on the coffee table as you are gliding in rapidly.  Elaine was right your heels, just as as excited as you were while you were waiting for Azriel to pop up from his spot.  Just the sight of his mate bouncing on her toes and her eyes filled with excitement made Azriel’s own heart sing.

Of course, it was no surprise that you were covered in soil and dirt in your gardening outfit, which was made up of blue overalls and a stained shirt and worn-down boots and gloves.  Your thick long hair was in a braid over your shoulder, some strands sticking out and stuck to your skin, and your calves and forearms were slightly sunburned from being out in the sun for a bit too long.  

Azriel loved seeing this side of you, the side of your that was open and vulnerable when you were home. Of course you played a major role with the Inner Circle and within Night Court, being an architect for most if not all of Velaris and some of the Night Court cities that were scattered about.  You had na intelligent mind and a keen eye for city layouts and blueprints along with house plans and apartment developments, yet that was only your day job.  As much fun as it was in creating and helping build new apartments and homes for new citizens, you and other hobbies that caught your eye that you kept to your home life.  

One of them was gardening, thanks to Elaine.

“I take it you found some fruit on your tree?” Azriel asked you coyly as Elaine smirked behind you.  You nodded your head rapidly, her fingers that were stained in dirt and soil were tapping against your apron.

“You must see!  Come on, please?” You asked him, holding out your hand for him to take.  Azriel had to smile widely as he laced his scarred hand with your dirt stained one.  He would be willing to go anywhere for you, merely just to see you smile and to see your face light up.  It reminded him of his own mother, filled with happiness and seeing the joy in the little things.  Any little hobby that you picked up, Azriel endorsed.  

Cross stitching, sketching, and now gardening.  

“Of course, darling,” he replied, you pulling him along with a giggle as you were leading him outside to your small garden that was right outside your kitchen.  Azriel felt the scoarching heat hit him as you guided him outside.  There was a cluster of flowers that were blossoming and blooming along the small brick wall that wrapped around the garden, the cool green grass beneath Azriel’s bare feet while you were guiding him to the small little branch of a tree that was planted in the corner.  

Azriel could see from his spot a smaller tree that was barely over his hip, but a small circular piece of fruit was hanging off a major branch to the left.

A peach.

“Look!  I finally have a peach tree!” You said in glee, feeling like a proud mother in a way for growing your own tree as Azriel looked on. Of course it was still small, the leaves were still small enough not to be grown in and the trunk was firm enough to be on its own.  But to you, who toiled for hours and hours on end to make sure the tree had enough water and soil to break through the surface, this was everything.  No matter the stressful Inner Circle meetings you were in before, or the harsh heated matches you had with your parents long ago when you were trying to move out on your own and be free, this was one of your more crowning achievements.

“It’s a sturdy tree no doubt, honey,” Azriel hummed as he squatted down to be eye level to the little tree,”You did a great job with it,”

“That’s what I told her!” Elaine agreed behind you as you rolled your eyes, “Peach Trees can be fickle and most of the time it’s hard to grow from scratch, yet she did it with ease and she never believed me,” 

“That’s not true!” You were about to argue with her as she hushed you and patted your arm.

“Come now, I wouldn’t argue with the Gardner of the Inner Circle,” Azriel agreed as he got up again and walked over to the pair of you before an argument would break out.  He laced your hands together again and kissed you on the tip of your nose “You did a great job with this, sweetheart,” 

He knew you loved praise, both gentle and amazing praise.  Maybe it was because you had to hear that you were doing a good enough job and that you were walking the right path to make you feel sane, but Azriel would never tire of praising you.  He knew how rough your childhood was, he heard plenty of stories of your parents and how hard you had to work to get their approval and love.  It was rough, you weren’t going to sugar coat it.  Yet Azriel was there to make it easier and fill those insecurities that you had with love, affection, and praise.  

Neither of you didn’t see Elaine sneak out of the garden to give you two alone time, nor did either of you cared.  You were merely feeling your heart swell from not only growing a simple peach tree, but to feel the immense love of Azriel once again in your relationship together. 

“Thank you!” You hummed, kissing him sweetly as he wrapped you in his arms, “And when I get proper peaches off that tree, I can make you a peach pie,” 

“I look forward to it, my dear,” He replied back against your lips.

Sure enough, you made him a peach pie for Winter Solstice from the peaches off of the very tree.

The End.

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The sun shone generously as you strolled toward the end of your street, where your father's shop awaited. Its golden rays caressed your skin, adding a warm glow to this idyllic summer day. From a distance, you could see groups of friends and families spilling into the store, their animated conversations and broad smiles filling you with a sense of joy for them.

Despite your father’s frequent declarations that the shop's success was due to your own hard work, you found yourself at odds with his sentiment. The moment the entrance bells chimed their familiar greeting and you stepped inside, the atmosphere enveloped you like a refreshing breeze. The low murmur of customers mingled with the soft strains of background music, creating an ambiance that could only be attributed to the man whose dream it truly was.

Inside the shop, the air was cool compared to the summer warmth outside, but it did nothing to deter you from lingering by the side, marveling at the fruits of such a laborious dream. Dozens of plastic and wooden crates, brimming with a harmonious blend of vintage and contemporary vinyl records, were artfully arranged atop tables scattered throughout the store. These crates formed narrow, intimate aisles through which customers wove, searching for the perfect melody to match their mood.

The walls were adorned with posters of your father's beloved artists—rock legends from across the globe like Queen, AC/DC, ONE OK ROCK, and Day6, among others. Between these vibrant tributes, the empty spaces were filled with strands of fairy lights, their soft glow casting a warm, inviting radiance over the shop. This delicate lighting provided both charm and illumination to the otherwise windowless interior.

In truth, your father had transformed what was once a forsaken building, shrouded in the whispers of childhood ghost stories, into a uniquely enchanting haven. It was a space where one could easily retreat from the world, losing themselves amidst the music and the magic he had created.

After a few moments of searching, you finally spotted your father at the back of the shop, surrounded by a small group of men who appeared to be his contemporaries. They were engrossed in lively conversation, their laughter ringing out with genuine warmth and camaraderie. A surge of intense pride swelled in your chest, and a broad, uncontainable smile spread across your face as you watched him effortlessly shine in his element—a sight you had not been fortunate enough to witness until now.

The moment his gaze found yours, his entire demeanor transformed, lighting up with a joyful recognition. He gestured for you to join him, his movement inadvertently interrupting his animated conversation and drawing the attention of his companions to you. You couldn’t help but imagine he was regaling them with stories about you, a proud habit he had maintained since your childhood. Regardless of your recent achievements or lack thereof, he always found a way to weave your name into every conversation, eager to boast about his pride in you.

Your smile remained unwavering as you finally reached him, leaning against a table brimming with crates to momentarily rest, subtly masking your fatigue after offering polite bows to everyone. “Hello!” you greeted warmly.

“This is my daughter, Y/N, the one I’m always bragging about!” your father announced with evident pride.

Whether or not the men were aware of your profession, they masked their surprise with courteous bows in response to your father’s enthusiastic introduction. Despite the slight awkwardness you felt, your father remained blissfully oblivious, continuing to chat animatedly with his friends. He swiftly instructed you to stand behind the cashier as he wrapped up his conversation. You nodded dutifully, offering one final, graceful bow to the customers before following his directions.

Managing the checkout for the customers as they finalized their vinyl purchases proved to be surprisingly effortless, though they scarcely acknowledged you despite your efforts to radiate warmth and friendliness. The contrast between your public persona as Noctara and your everyday self was both amusing and stark, a reminder of how seldom you experienced the luxury of simply being yourself. It was intriguing to note how little recognition you garnered from those purchasing your own records.

Following Manager Jiho’s advice, you had deliberately dressed incognito. It was a rare treat to slip into your gray sweatpants, with a frayed hole at the knee that you stubbornly refused to discard, paired with a plain black crop top and white sneakers. You had exchanged your usual contact lenses for a pair of delicate, thin-framed glasses and gathered your hair into a casually messy high ponytail, accented by a red bandana tied in a small bow atop your head. A face mask completed your disguise, obscuring half of your face. Even with this modest ensemble, the thought of officially meeting these fans crossed your mind, though the idea of photos circulating online revealing your whereabouts was a chilling deterrent.

As the rush hour dwindled and the number of customers was reduced to a few stragglers, your father finally joined you behind the counter. He draped a warm, appreciative arm over your shoulders, his gratitude evident. You waved off his thanks with a soft smile, feeling a sense of contentment as the rhythmic tasks of the day provided a rare moment of tranquility for your weary mind.

As you wearily shifted from one foot to the other, your father gestured towards a tall stool tucked away beneath the counter. With a sigh of relief, you pulled it out and sank onto its comforting seat. The silence between you both was imbued with a gentle familiarity, yet it was clear that conversation was inevitable.

“Your mother mentioned the date,” he began, his tone imbued with a warmth that contrasted with the weariness you felt. “She’s been eagerly anticipating it since it was arranged.”

You couldn’t suppress a weary roll of your eyes and a scoff that escaped your lips. The unspoken truth about your mother’s unyielding determination was well-known to anyone who had crossed her path. “I can imagine.”

He paused, allowing the silence to stretch between you before continuing with a reflective tone. “It’s not necessarily a bad thing, you know. Take your mother and me as a prime example—our parents arranged our first date, with all the supervision that implies.”

A flicker of curiosity prompted you to ask, “And were you happy about it back then?”

A warm, nostalgic chuckle escaped him, and his eyes seemed to drift back through the corridors of time. “Oh, not at all. I cherished my freedom as a single man with great fervor. Yet, I grew to be immensely grateful to my parents once I met your mother. She’s the reason I look forward to each new day.”

Your father’s unwavering devotion to your mother was a daily reminder of their profound bond. His love for her was ever-present, expressed in countless small gestures and heartfelt words. Their enduring love was a beacon, a once-in-a-lifetime romance that left you both in awe and a bit wistful. The idea of finding such a rare and beautiful connection felt like a distant dream, a cherished possibility that seemed almost beyond reach.

Their love story had been woven into the fabric of your childhood, recounted so often it had become a cherished refrain. While you held its every detail close to your heart, there were times you longed for a change of topic. “How’s Siwoo? The last I heard, his wife had welcomed a new baby a few months ago.” It was a humble attempt to shift the conversation, but it proved effective.

A contented sigh escaped your father’s lips, his eyes shimmering with paternal pride. “Ah, he’s thriving, from all accounts. It seems to be the only subject your mother is keen to discuss, aside from your own growing success.”

A soft laugh bubbled from you. It wasn’t surprising that Siwoo, with his naturally gentle and nurturing spirit, was flourishing as a father. It brought you immense joy to see him building a loving family, his partner described as his equal, creating a life together that seemed as perfect as it was fulfilling.

A moment of silence lingered between you, each lost in thought. “How’s work?” he eventually inquired.

“It’s hectic,” you sighed, the weariness evident in your voice. “I don’t get nearly as much rest as I need given my condition, but there’s a profound satisfaction in sharing my work as I do.”

You noticed the delicate way he sidestepped the mention of your condition, his gaze steady and sincere as he said, “I can’t express how happy it makes me to see your dreams come true.”

Though his words were meant to be a balm for your spirit, a pang of unspoken longing lingered within you. The ache wasn’t from a lack of his affection, but from the quiet yearning for your parents to fully grasp the weight of your daily battles. It mattered little that the doctors they consulted had dismissed your pain as inconsequential; the sting of their disbelief and the chasm it had created between you and them was deep and enduring. You doubted that sharing your diagnosis would bridge that gap, so you chose silence instead, letting the quiet sorrow settle over you like a heavy mist.

You arrived at the charming café nestled around the corner well before the agreed-upon time, eager to claim a quiet corner for your date. The delicate warmth of the summer evening contrasted with the crisp chill of the café's interior, where you sought solace. Your recent struggles with mobility made the prospect of remaining seated in one spot particularly appealing, and you aimed to make the evening as comfortable as possible. You carefully selected a secluded table in a cozy nook, shielded from prying eyes by a curtain of softly glowing fairy lights, craving the intimacy of privacy.

Settling into your seat, you gazed around the café, letting your curiosity about your date’s identity swirl through your thoughts. The idea of meeting another idol sparked a flicker of intrigue, despite your condition limiting your social interactions. You mentally cycled through a list of Korean celebrities you knew or had encountered in the past, only to realize how brief it was—an echo of your increasingly reclusive lifestyle.

As the minutes slipped by, the café’s atmosphere hummed with a gentle blend of murmured conversations and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Finally, a waiter approached, accompanied by a young man whose presence was unmistakably magnetic. Han Jisung from Stray Kids. Your heart fluttered at the sight of him, recognizing him from various awards shows. His shy smile, revealed only after he removed his mask, was a charming contrast to his already striking appearance.

“Hello,” you greeted softly, your smile a beacon of warmth and friendliness.

Jisung’s eyes widened with a touch of surprise, and he returned your smile with genuine warmth. “It’s nice to meet you,” he said, his voice betraying a hint of nervousness.

“You look really nice,” you replied, striving to dispel the tension with a sincere compliment.

His cheeks flushed a delicate pink. “Thank you. You look beautiful,” he responded, his voice soft and earnest.

Despite your polite exchanges, the conversation struggled to gain momentum, quickly falling into an awkward silence. You both made several attempts at small talk throughout the evening, but the words stumbled, failing to bridge the gap of unfamiliarity. The discomfort from the café’s rigid seats amplified your back pain, making it difficult for you to muster any flirty or charming banter. Your attempt to ask about Stray Kids’ latest album emerged as a hurried, awkward query that felt more suited to a scripted interview.

As the evening stretched on, the pain in your back became increasingly unbearable. You decided it was time to leave. With a sense of reluctance, you informed Jisung of your departure, noticing the disappointment that flickered across his face. He rose from his seat, an unspoken offer of support lingering in his stance. Although his presence was a reminder of your need for assistance, you were grateful for his kindness.

Outside, your driver waited, the car pulling up smoothly as soon as he saw you approach. You turned back to Jisung, offering a final, heartfelt smile. “It was wonderful meeting you,” you said, your voice tinged with genuine appreciation before you climbed into the car, which whisked you away into the night.

As soon as you disappeared from view, the same attentive waiter who had been serving them all evening hurried after you, clutching your collapsible cane. He handed it to Jisung, who looked at the cane with a puzzled expression.

Jisung’s brow furrowed in confusion as he examined the cane. He pulled out his phone, his mind racing with thoughts on how to return the forgotten item to you. He sent a quick text to his mother, seeking her advice on how to get in touch with you to ensure the cane found its way back into your hands.

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How to Survive Enstars Events Without Wanting to KYS

The event of my Enstars life is coming up next week on the English server (the only server I actively play on): Rouge&Ruby. I can’t describe what Melting Rouge Soul did to my brain in February 2023. It’s an incredibly important song, card, event, story to me! And my goal is to get max copy of Ibara’s card, just as I did for Bogie Time Ibara.

My pride and joy. It’s funny that this card is called ‘Extra Undurable Time’ cuz that is exactly what enstars events are.

However, we don’t play gacha games for fun. We play for collecting the little guy they make you get deeply attached to. If I get adhd hyperfixated I can deal with it. But how the hell did I get max copy Bogie Time Ibara in 2023. I remember how mind numbing it was, even if by some amazing stroke of luck God and the universe created the perfect situation to allow me to no life enstars that week.

So this post is to compile my personal ‘strategies’/mindsets, how to even want to keep playing this game - basically to steel myself for the biggest trial of my ensemble stars ‘career’. Because to me, grinding enstars events is always a battle of the mind more than anything else.

Song events just seem more daunting to me, even if they’re technically ‘easier’ gameplay wise because you can just spam autoplay - compared to manually playing 120 songs for a tour event (and then spamming autoplay). I will not say tour events are better. They’re all their own equally terrible hells to me.

Motivation Notes Staying motivated and focused is SUPER IMPORTANT. I find that visuals like ‘motivational posters’ I make for myself are fun and helpful. See above my specific home screen page JUST for enstars. I don’t really play cnstars, but since that server allows you to change the app icon I use it as additional visualization. Calendar can be helpful for keeping track of how much time you have left.

Customizing your enstars in-game homescreen and profile to match the character you’re working so hard for is also fun. Overall, it’s like a vision board but for your goals in video games (important) instead of real life (not as important).

I have this homescreen for (Ei/)Chiaki purposes but honestly the small movements of the live 2D can be extra sensory input. Treat your brain and eyes like a sensitive little baby.

I REALLY should’ve done this for the Universe event, but as of writing this I’m nearly at the 1 million point goal of getting the Chiaki 4 star card. Now this is the most flat, ‘boring’ layout that will not subtly tire you out.

There needs to be minimal audio and visual stimulation in-game. I found that even changing the MV background to no image but the stage image to be helpful in reducing visual stimulation. Putting the game audio on mute is a good way to reduce audio stimulation. The UI/UX of enstars is clunky, tedious, and busy itself so any effort in reducing its sensory input is a plus.

Simple mode is the most basic you can get. Turn off lyrics here and in the details settings if you want even less stuff on screen.

As much as I love the azukisan notes, a note style that’s not too confusing/designed is probably better too.

Another thing I have not personally tried out for playing the game, but have done so to turn my iPad into an ‘e-reader’ is to turn on greyscale mode for the entire phone. I believe e-readers are usually greyscale to simulate a real book, and to limit distraction. This concept could be used for playing games too… Enstars is quite colorful after all and that is also - sensory input.

Here’s how to toggle greyscale on iOS: Accessibility > Display & Text Size > Color Filters

Beyond that, publicly sharing your progress is another source of motivation - whether on social media or with friends. Be careful not to reveal too much info about your account at the same time (exact dia count, don’t show ALL the cards you have, etc.).

But you have to be your own biggest hypeman. Channel the energy of the most annoying and loud characters you know (Chiaki, Madara, and Ibara are good examples - I say this with LOVE AND AFFECTION). Celebrate as many event point milestones as you can. RISE AND GRIND!!!!

Gameplay Notes

Important info to know for song events is what is your highest scoring song. You can use the search button in the Live page to filter all the songs by score.

Favorite it so you can make your song menu as simple as possible. This isn’t relevant for tour events tho.

Song Events: Have not maxed out a song event card before so I don’t have any experience to draw upon. I just go for 10BP sometimes 3-6BP each time as I can’t open the game that often during the day. Maybe it’s not technically efficient but I’d rather not be anxious over keeping track of BP regeneration. Very helpful to turn on notifications for Enstars so it can inform you when your BP and work tickets are at max.

Tour Events: I remember at some point I tried spending 10BP on EACH song even if that is not wise. But still mostly kept to the 3-3-6-10 format. Tried 3-6-6-10 too. Maybe I was just losing my mind during Bogie Time and wanted to mess around with the pattern for some sort of ‘fun’.

I can’t wrap my head around the technical aspects of BP spending strategies tbh. The consistent effort is what matters I think. I will not and do not spend much brainpower on this.

Spending Real Life Money: I did spend Real Life Money on prime mission and the 15 whistles per day perk for bogie time. Did it help? A bit. Did it make me want to die less? Idk it feels good to get extra rewards from playing the game so much from prime mission. I used to subscribe to it more often when I first started playing but have long since stopped. The autoloop song vip perk is useful but if you are playing on your phone - I need to use my phone for other things so I can’t keep the game open to complete loops that long. Perhaps a setup of grinding on a tablet instead would be less anxiety inducing/less to keep track of. But I also use my tablet for other things. So from this angle is it truly an upgrade…?

I think the best deal is to buy as many permanent whistle packs from the store as you can and save them for the event. But especially when they have special deals or at the same time as those top up reward events so you maximize your purchases.

I’m not sure if I will buy VIP or more packs for Rouge&Ruby. I had around 76k dia for Bogie Time and did not burn through it all. I must’ve spent around 50k dia. But I read that song events are much more expensive. I’ve saved over 100k dia this time, but I did also buy/win (thru minigames during events) over 500 permanent whistles. I have no idea how this will all pan out so it will be interesting to see how much I burn through. I feel very prepared, so that’s why I don’t see a need for more store purchases right now.

So basically - of course throwing money at things has its benefits. But if you don’t go all out on the perks and spending, it still requires some willpower I think. I got to 80k dia from clearing every single song/song difficulty in the game, clearing the story objectives, and completing all daily free missions in a period of 3-2 months. The rest came from freebies, stories, or seasonal events as they happened. I didn’t start from 0, I think I had somewhere around 10-20k dia before I decided to painfully farm dia from every single song. I used to diligently complete starry live but I don’t think it’s worth the time for a random amount of dia. This is also why I banned myself from scouting (unless it’s limited cards) - only care about what you can get GUARANTEED. Event cards do not rely on rng.

Event Point Ranking: The validation you get from having a high point rank is great. It’s hard for me to ignore and pushes me to grind more. But I also think it’s bad for my brain to care so much when my goal is NOT tiering for the sake of tiering. It’s an extra source of anxiety. I really don’t have any tips for this but to just try to not look at it. Progress - but also reasonably taking care of yourself - is all that matters. You can’t compete with the hardcore f2ps or whales. Just forget it. I’m not here to excel. I’m here to survive enough to get 22 million points.

Event Card Bonus: I had the 4 star bonus card for bogie time. It did feel helpful, but I’d rather not spend tickets or dia on characters I don’t produce so I won’t try to get them anymore.

Live Score Dia Boost: I’ve never tried using dia to boost my score as it just feels better to me to keep dia for BP purposes.

I think that’s about it… Writing this all out was pretty helpful for outlining what’s in my mind. I genuinely can get so over-excited for things. I was so excited/anxious for New Start Go I had trouble breathing right at the very minute the event started 💀 And I was only getting one card of Hajime. Hopefully this all will help me deal with the mounting anticipation of the Ibara event/song/card ever and maybe something was of use to whomever read all this.

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Wait, hold up, you’ve got a new OC?! You’ve got me so curious now. I’m ready for headcanons, pls. Can’t wait to hear about them!!

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I do, Prehistoric, but she's not really an OC. Not in the traditional sense. Colette is my self-insert. I have been working on her lore, alongside Bianca's.

Colette Vasseur is a quiet and empathetic woman from the lower sectors of Midgar. Raised in a modest household after the death of her mother, she runs a small shop in Sector 5 and lives a life of simplicity, preferring to help others quietly from the sidelines. Her connection to animals and writing serve as her forms of expression. Colette’s life is quietly disrupted when she meets Sephiroth, and their relationship develops slowly but steadily.

Cute Headcanons

Colette secretly writes whimsical notes on scraps of paper and hides them around her shop for regulars to discover. Each message is filled with soft dreams of a kinder world beyond the plate. Her quiet acts of mischief bring unexpected smiles to those who wander into her little sanctuary.

She doodles tiny hearts and stars in the margins of her journal, capturing moments of joy amid Midgar’s relentless gray. Every scribble is a burst of color in an otherwise monochrome life. These small sketches remind her that hope can be found in even the smallest gestures.

When a stray cat pads into her shop, Colette offers it a gentle pat and a soft word of welcome. The cat’s purr becomes a comforting soundtrack to her quiet day. In that tender moment, the harsh industrial corridors of Midgar feel a little less cold.

In the dim light of her store, she arranges curious trinkets into miniature displays that resemble secret gardens. Although no real flowers can bloom below the plate (outside of Aerith's church and home), her artful layouts evoke a hidden burst of life. Each display is a private rebellion against Midgar’s perpetual dusk.

Colette often leaves a hand-drawn charm on a customer’s purchase. It's a tiny token of gratitude. The delicate doodle carries more meaning than words ever could. It’s a subtle promise that even in a world of concrete and steel, gentleness endures.

Late at night, she hums a lullaby softly learned in childhood while tidying her shop. The gentle melody turns a routine task into an act of quiet celebration. In those moments, her heart flutters with the simple delight of being alive.

Colette writes short, whimsical stories about impossible sunsets and hidden meadows on loose pages that she pins to a bulletin board in her shop. Her words create a secret world far removed from the cold reality beneath the plate. Even if she’s never seen the sun, her imagination paints it in brilliant hues.

Every now and then, a customer’s smile sparks an idea for a new quirky arrangement on her display shelf. She finds delight in matching the unlikeliest items together. These spontaneous moments of creative fun make her shop feel like a small haven of wonder.

Colette has a habit of tucking tiny paper origami figures into unexpected corners of her store. Each folded shape is a quiet whisper of joy in a world dominated by industry and gloom. Their delicate presence reassures her that beauty can flourish even in the shadows.

Domestic Headcanons

In her modest apartment, Colette arranges her few cherished mementos with careful precision. The soft glow of a single lamp casts gentle shadows on her carefully organized space. Every item is a silent testament to the warmth and resilience she carries within.

Each evening, she prepares a simple meal, treating each dish as a small celebration. The quiet clatter of utensils fill her home with a sense of calm domesticity. In the muted light of Midgar, her table becomes a sanctuary of nourishment and care.

Colette rises with the subdued hum of the city and roar of trains, greeting the day by tidying her space and setting small goals. The ritual of making her bed and arranging her few belongings is meditative and grounding. Her routine, though simple, anchors her amidst the relentless pace of life below the plate.

On slow afternoons, she can be found dusting off every corner of her apartment with deliberate, caring strokes.

Her living space is decorated with soft fabrics and faded photographs of her friends and the people of Midgar. Every corner holds a quiet reminder of memories. Despite Midgar’s relentless gloom, her home overflows with a warmth that is both humble and resilient.

Colette has arranged a small bookshelf filled with well-loved volumes that serve as silent companions during the long nights. Each book offers an escape into another world. It's a brief reprieve from the harsh realities outside. In the quiet solitude of her apartment, literature becomes her most cherished form of intimacy.

Every week, she rearranges her small collection of knickknacks, as if to reset the energy in her surroundings. The simple act of organization gives her a sense of control over her otherwise unpredictable world. Each careful placement is a small victory against the chaos of Midgar.

At dusk, when the factory lights blur into the shadows, Colette lights a single lamp to dispel the surrounding darkness. The gentle radiance softens the harsh angles of her room.

In the secret corners of her home, she keeps handwritten notes that chronicle her dreams and small triumphs. The fragile papers serve as a reminder that even beneath the plate aspirations can still be found. Each note is a cherished promise to herself of a brighter tomorrow.

Colette’s routine includes a quiet moment before sleep, when she arranges a small bouquet of pressed memories -- old tickets, faded letters, and tiny keepsakes -- on her bedside table. These personal relics create a mosaic of her life. As she drifts off, the soft glow of these mementos whispers that her small world is filled with grace.

Sensual Headcanons

Colette finds sensual delight in the soft textures of her well-worn sweaters and the delicate brush of fabric against her skin.

In the solitude of her apartment, the flickering candlelight casts dancing shadows that seem to embrace her form.

Bathing in a small clawed bathtub, Colette savors a very warm bath.

Colette’s fingertips revel in the texture of everyday objects: the grain of a wooden table, the smoothness of a favorite book’s cover.

As night falls, she massages her hands with a vial of subtly scented oil, letting the fragrance mingle with the cool air of her room. The tender massage transforms routine care into a quiet act of self-care.

Her Friends Headcanons

Colette often meets with Aerith in the quiet confines of the Sector 5 church. Their whispered words are often filled with hope and understanding, creating a hidden sanctuary away from Midgar’s harsh realities. In Aerith’s warm presence, Colette finds a kindred spirit who sees beauty even in the smallest moments.

Zack’s energetic visits to her shop burst through the monotony of everyday life with a contagious enthusiasm. His adventurous stories and light-hearted banter brighten the dim corridors of her world. Even for a brief moment, his infectious energy reminds her that life beyond the plate can be unexpectedly joyful.

In quiet moments after the bustle of the day, Colette finds solace in long conversations with Angeal. His steady honor and gentle wisdom lend her strength, and their discussions drift between dreams and shared silences. With each meeting, she feels less alone, as she is supported by a friend who values kindness above all else.

Colette and Genesis occasionally debate literature and philosophy. Their conversations are as intense. Each word a mirror reflecting hidden parts of themselves. Even in disagreement, their mutual respect weaves a bond that transcends the darkness surrounding them.

Brief yet meaningful encounters with Tseng often leave Colette with a sense of assurance. A nod or a word exchanged in passing is enough to remind her that respect and understanding exist even with people higher up in Shinra. These silent acknowledgments strengthen her resolve to persevere amidst the concrete and steel.

Cissnei’s playful teasing in Colette’s shop often draws out gentle laughter from the normally reserved shopkeeper. Their interactions, filled with subtle humor and affectionate banter, soften the otherwise stern edges of everyday life. In Cissnei, Colette discovers a friendship that brings light to even the bleakest days.

On quieter evenings, Colette invites Angeal and Genesis over for modest gatherings.

Aerith and Colette share a ritual of exchanging handwritten notes. Their notes talk about boys and their dreams of a future. In those moments, the written word becomes a lifeline of compassion and shared dreams.

Before Sephiroth, Zack often lends a hand with shop repairs, turning routine tasks into playful adventures filled with laughter and light-hearted jests.

Angeal, Genesis, and Zack each took it among themselves to teach Colette some basic techniques to protect herself in the slums.

Sephiroth Headcanons

Colette and Sephiroth first met when they bumped into each other in Sector Five, where she was carrying a box of merchandise back to her shop. Their brief exchange was simple yet left an impression, contrasting the harshness of Midgar with an unexpected warmth, considering she didn't even recognize him as 'the' Sephiroth. She never reads the social pages in the newspaper.

Sephiroth has never told Colette he loved her. Instead, he whispered he loved her against the top of her head after they had sex the first time. He thought she was asleep. She wasn't.

In their secret apartment, Sephiroth takes time to rearrange small trinkets and personal items in Colette’s space. Each careful adjustment is a wordless message that her well-being matters beyond measure. His quiet acts of service fill the room with an intimacy that transcends spoken affection.

Every night, after his patrols or when he comes home from missions, Sephiroth stands watch outside her shop. His vigil becomes a silent promise of protection. Without uttering a single word of love, his steadfast presence reassures Colette.

Amidst the chaos of a city built on steel and sorrow, Sephiroth crafts pockets of calm in Colette’s life. He surprises her by fixing a loose cabinet hinge or straightening a crooked picture frame, every small act a quiet declaration of care. These meticulous gestures speak more profoundly than words ever could.

She writes love letters to Sephiroth, leaving them where he will find them.

Their first date was a quiet evening in Sephiroth's apartment. He surprised Colette by cooking a simple meal. Sephiroth hid his nervousness beneath a calm exterior. After dinner, they slow danced in the living room to a classical tune playing softly in the background. Neither was a master at dancing, but they moved awkwardly yet comfortably in each other’s arms, laughing at every misstep. This tradition stuck, and they still slow dance in their apartment.

Colette finds a soothing intimacy in washing Sephiroth’s hair, running her fingers gently through the silver strands, and drying it with a softness that surprises even herself. Occasionally, she braids it with practiced care. Her hands are steady and methodical. Sephiroth returns the gesture by washing and drying her hair. These moments are their unspoken love language.

Their mornings are unhurried. Colette, being more of a night owl, tends to sleep in. Sephiroth, who wakes early out of habit, spends the quiet hours making coffee and reading, occasionally glancing at her still-sleeping form with a softness he rarely shows. On weekends, he brings her a cup of coffee in bed, earning him a sleepy smile and a kiss.

Unbeknownst to Colette, Sephiroth sketches in the quiet hours of the night. His drawings are surprisingly detailed: scenes from their life together, her in moments of laughter, concentration, or simply asleep. One day, she finds the sketchbook by accident, her heart aching at the realization of just how deeply he sees her. No one saw her quite like he does.

Colette is known to surprise Sephiroth with small, thoughtful gifts that reflect her love for him. It’s nothing extravagant, but the gesture means a lot to him. Whether it’s a handmade scarf or a rare book he’s mentioned wanting, these gifts always make Sephiroth feel appreciated and loved.

After a tiring day, they’ll often curl up on the couch together. Sephiroth wraps his arm around her. They both love the comfort of each other’s presence. They often fall asleep tangled up in blankets.

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MATCHING LAYOUT

Ana de Armas as Joi and Ryan Gosling as Agent K in Blade Runner 2049 (2017).

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Sew Your Stress Away

One Stitch at a Time

Life can be messy, loud, and downright stressful. But thank goodness we’ve got thread, fabric, and the gentle hum of a sewing machine to bring us back to center.

Did you know that just 30 minutes a day of sewing or quilting can help wash the stress away? It’s true—and science is catching up with what quilters have known for generations: stitching is good for the soul.

When you sit down to sew, your mind shifts gears. Your breathing slows. Your focus sharpens. That endless to-do list? It fades into the background as you match seams, smooth fabric, and listen to the rhythm of the needle dancing through the layers. It’s a form of meditation with a creative twist—and the end result is something beautiful you’ve made with your own hands.

Here’s why 30 minutes of stitching a day works wonders:

Mindful Movement – The repetitive motion of sewing and quilting helps release feel-good chemicals in the brain. It soothes your nervous system and brings a sense of calm.

Creativity Heals – Choosing fabrics, planning layouts, or free-motion quilting isn’t just fun—it activates the creative side of your brain, which helps reduce anxiety and boosts your mood.

Small Wins, Big Joy – Even finishing a block or pressing a few seams feels like a little victory. Those daily wins stack up and help build a sense of accomplishment and peace.

A Stitch in Time Saves Sanity – When life feels out of control, sewing gives you something you can control. Measuring, cutting, stitching—it brings order and purpose to your day.

And here's the best part—30 minutes is all it takes. That’s one episode of your favorite show, half a podcast, or the time it takes to sip your coffee. Whether you’re sewing a seam, piecing a quilt, or just petting fabric (don’t we all?), it’s a daily gift you can give yourself.

So go ahead, give yourself permission to slow down, thread that needle, and let the stitching begin. Your stress doesn’t stand a chance against a well-loved machine and a determined quilter.