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Yo, if you’re reading this and you’re not following @daydreamers-nightmare then you’re not going to see activity here.  At all.  Because I’ve consolidated everyone over to there.  This blog and @jurik-archive (user-err0r) are both ARCHIVES now, meaning beyond this, there will be no further updates or posts.  Please follow the consolidated blog if you haven’t already!  I miss the few of you who aren’t over there yet;;

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( @wereallbarredfromheaven​ ) Flo, if Aidan ever dies, please immortalize him as a Butea monosperma plz

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I’m like a dad, way too late to memes, and using them at every opportunity I can get....  RIIIIP

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shipping something as a joke but then actually starting to ship it

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feyqs:

          “The ways of fire? Even more reason to take off your clothes– they’ll burn.” He wasn’t wrong though, fire and plants didn’t often mix though. Sue was well acquainted with heat though. A small smile. “Why don’t you teach me these so called ways of fire?” 

“Foolish creature,” he growls.  No, the intricacies couldn’t be explained simply, and he had little patience to do so--not with a creature who seemed too... invested in other arenas. “The last time I allowed another spirit near my flame, they withered before the ember’s great might--my great might.” JIG’S UP, SUE, ABORT THE MISSION.

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feyqs:

          “That sounds painful.” Why not a hot spring? “Too hot and it’s already hot.” That’s why he was stripping. Also just for the fun of stripping. 

Unimpressed.  “You do not understand the ways of fire, then.”  A grumble, a growl, a faint churning of the world captured in his chest.  He leans forward, mask getting to close to a bare face--heat.

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feyqs:

Lips pursed. How to answer such a question. “Why? Because it’s fun!” he giggled. “And clothes are confining you know.” C’mon live a little, shed some attire. 

“I am well aware of their confining nature. However, I have no desire to remove them without promise of a pyre or a lava-bath.”  He’s one tough geode to crack, yeah?

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do u ever just see a boy…. and you’re like.:… wow…..i wouldn’t mind if he kissed me………

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The firelord’s mask cants, the vacant eyes shifting in hue from orange to a yellow hue--confused.  Neither the cowl nor the mask are removed, nor is any of his other attire.

“Why?”

@dormanta-fajro​

          “It’s getting hot in here– so take off all your clothes~♫” Cue Suelita slinging off what were hopefully shorts.

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every relationship that Igni has is precious and I hate him

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"If I was your boyfriend, I'd... make sure you were loved. Always felt loved. Never felt alone. I'd grow flowers with you, give you all the affection you could handle, kiss you until you ask me to stop--braid your hair... I... love you, Florentin. I really do. You're the brightest sunflower in my life and.... I don't think I can live without you anymore. So ... let me be your boyfriend...?"

@dormanta-fajro

Stunned silence from the witch.  He stares, eyes wide and cheeks heating, pink spreading rapidly across his face and ears.  A hitch in his breath and then his face is gone, hidden in Aidan’s wide chest as he begins to cry.  

He’s not upset, just, very overwhelmed, laughter dragging along behind the tears as he wraps his arms around the other and just clings to him.  A brief thought for the shirt he’s crying all over but also not enough to pull back. 

“I- warn a guy!”  He laughs, little hands gripping tight to the shirt under them, wrinkling the fabric.  “I- oh shit.”  More laughter, quiet, watery giggles.  “You don’t even have to ask!”  

The earth witch gathers himself enough to lift his face, to press his chin against Aidan’s chest and just grin.  A wide thing, teeth on show and liquid eyes shining in the sun, vivid green and slightly red rimmed as tears start to gather again.  “I love you.  You-  I’m so glad I met you, please stay with me.”

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wereallbarredfromheaven:

He just watches, safe behind the cover of his sunglasses, steps back so he doesn’t get wet.  The foxgloves to his right get his attention, fingers careful against the poisonous plant, feeds them, just a little, to set them singing.  “They call you handsome.  Terrible flirts are sunflowers.”  He’s grinning, his attention back on Aidan as he voices his own thoughts under the guise of telling him what the flowers say.  “They’re glad you keep them company, they miss you when you’re not here.”  True for both of them that one, not just Florentin.  “I’d prefer you kiss me than them, a little one sided, they can’t kiss back.”  A laugh as he steps forward again, enough to be able to lean his shoulder against Aidan’s back, to feel him muscles shift under his bare arm.

“Ah, well, at least someone recognizes my roguish good looks.”  He makes a certain confident face towards the sunflowers, nods at them in appreciation.  “I hate not being here with them, honestly... with this entire garden.  It’s just... nice and quiet...”  To his untrained and untuned ears, of course he couldn’t hear the chorus of the plants, but he could hear the birdsongs, the stray cat that came around every now and then...  He turns his attention to his shoulder as he glanced behind and observe the other who just... belonged here.

“Did you do your exercises after you woke up, or do I need to give you a little encouragement?”  A smart look, sharp and knowing exactly what he meant when he said the word ‘encouragement.’  

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wereallbarredfromheaven:

The world burns blinding for a moment as the sunflowers grow delighted and magic spills like silver dust into the air.  Easy to blame it on the sun and Florentin knocks his glasses down from atop his head to cover his eyes against the glare of glee.  It’s nice, but also painful.  “They’re pleased.  It’s a shame you can’t hear them.”  The little witch reaches out to run the backs of his fingers over soft petals.  “You can afford to have favourites.  Billions of people in the world, I’m sure the others are claimed by someone somewhere.”

Before beginning to water the tall flowers, he makes sure the hose is set to “shower” so he doesn’t injure the plants and their roots.  He smiles as the dirt is doused, being generous with the water he offers to them.  “Oh, yeah?  What are they saying?”  He coos as he kneels down and plucks some tiny weeds away.  “Should I give them a kiss?” He chuckles quietly as he pushes himself up looking up at their bright discs.  “I’d rather give one to you, honestly,” he quirks a brow to Florentin as he continues to douse the earth.  “The bees can afford them tons of kisses, can’t they?  Plus, they might get offended if I sneeze accidentally.”

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Here's let's just top off this night with some Flaidan yeah? Yeah. "I thought you'd be gone by the time I woke up... But... I'm glad you're not." There's a soft, warm smile from the man with his disheveled bedhead as he looks over from under black locks of hair, wrapping an arm around the other's loose body and pulling him in close. His eyes close and he attempts to lazily drift back to sleep. Nothing had happened last night other than... just some silly snuggling, right...?

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He’s been awake a while, up with the sun as the first calls from outside manage to filter through and his magic stirs, restless under his skin.  Long enough to slip from the bed, pad outside to soak up the dawn like the plants he was so close to.  Florentin’s still a little cold from his trip outside, chilled feet that he presses against Aidan’s leg with a laugh to warm them up. 

He goes easily when he’s pulled, curls up small against sleep warmed skin and nuzzles at the hollow of the others throat.  “I’m still here.”  He mumbles and wraps and arm around Aidan’s waist, the other up by his face, curled loose against a thick chest.  A yawn, a sleepy little sound as he wriggles to get comfy and closes his eyes against the golden glow of magic trying to pull him back outside.  He doesn’t want to heed it this morning, wants to curl, just as he is, against a warm chest and doze a little more.  Content to try and block out the siren’s call just beyond his window in favour of tangling their legs together.  “Sleep, I’ll stay, I promise.”

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wereallbarredfromheaven:

No idea what the words mean, but it doesn’t matter, because he can feel them.  Feel them in the rumble of Igni’s voice, in the warmth he offers.  Sly doesn’t know the language, save one word, probably never ever will, but he doesn’t care, because while he can’t speak it, or even understand it, he can hear it, feel it, and that to him is far better.  His little hand flexes against a wide chest, fingers twitching as they move in time with each beat. 

“I love you too.” 

Deep orange eyes looked over the contents of the letter once more.  Yes, most of the other elemental lords knew how to use pen and paper, however Ignision was never one to place his trust in such feeble material.  Stone, in all of its might, lasted much longer than weak paper.  And the carved out letters, carefully written into the rock by some legendary beast’s unbreakable horn and a hammer--it had taken him a while to make this for good reason.  It was a delicate process--and Ignision grew exhausted from being gentle, from not allowing his rage to boil over and burn those who drew too close.

Seeing that look on Sly’s face, though... it was worth the tire it prompted in him.  That blessed feeling of the little king’s fingers against his skin--it truly made the hushed song of the whisperer in his mind quiet--silent, even.  To drown out that incessant call was no easy task, but Sly made it seem to effortless... not that the demon even knew of the thought processes that Ignision suffered through.  The song, the nightmares, the threat of a godeater....

His fingers carefully took the stony letter away, setting it on the ground, near his knee.  He did so to draw in Sly--bring him into a tight, yet gentle embrace.  His eyes closed as he held Sly there, his form slowly relaxing...  This was... all he needed in this moment.

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wereallbarredfromheaven:

[text: dark and stormy night] you ARE a filthy pervert, that’s they whole point!

Love?  Wait, what? Coco feels a thrum of panic as he taps out a reply. Play it cool death boy, play it cool. [text: dark and stormy night] i love your thighs, not you as a whole, whoever’s told you otherwise is a dirty liar and i’m taking them to court.

[text: coconut]: you only love me for my dark meat!?  :( [text: coconut]: well that’s fine, still don’t change the fact that ur comin over ;)